Chapter 5
But back in her own home, Kim thought after a few days that she would surely go out of her mind. Everything was changed and no matter how hard she might try, things could never again be the same.
There was the strained relationship, for one thing, between herself and Gordon. Even though he'd been genuinely happy about her safe return, there had been a dreadful scene between them. She couldn't help expressing her feelings on how he'd treated her--how he'd preferred to see her raped rather than part with his money. And he didn't come right out and say it, but she could read in his eyes the way he felt about the disgusting scene on the floor when she'd enjoyed being fucked by Vic.
But there was even more that strained the relationship between them. Kim learned that Gordon had called the police that night as soon as she had left with Vic and his friends.
"You called the cops?" she cried. "Why?"
"Why? Because three young hoodlums had tried to rob me and had kidnapped my wife."
"But they warned you they might kill me if you called the cops."
"But they didn't."
They didn't discuss it again after that, but to Kim it was simply another indication of how little Gordon seemed to care about her. Someone had tried to rob him and he wanted to see them punished, even though it had endangered her safety.
God, she thought, I hate him! And I'll find a way for Vic to get his damn money!
But it wasn't quite as easy as that. In fact, the very first day she was home, she wondered if Gordon was going to succeed in seeing Vic arrested.
Gordon called the police again and told them Kim was home. And she had to answer a lot of questions.
The officer was very nice about it. He already had descriptions of the three men from Gordon and the main thing he wanted to find out was whether Kim could tell him where the men had taken her and where they were now. Until that moment, it hadn't occurred to her that she could turn them in. It was what they deserved, of course, and she toyed with the idea for an instant. But they would surely strike back at her if she did that. They wouldn't hesitate to tell everything about her and the details would get back to Gordon. How she'd willingly--and eagerly--let all three of them fuck her. How she liked to have her pussy licked and how she loved to suck their cocks. Oh God, things were bad enough now and she couldn't let Gordon learn those things about her!
She surprised herself with how well she could improvise, telling the officer a tale of how she'd been blindfolded and had no idea of where the men had taken her. And how she'd heard them talking among themselves, so she knew they were scared and had probably already left the country by this time.
The officer seemed to believe it, but she didn't think Gordon did. There was still that look in his eyes, as if he could guess the things she'd done with those three men during the time she'd been with them.
She wondered if it showed somehow. Did a girl's mouth look different after she'd become a cock-sucker? Did she walk differently after being screwed so often? That was ridiculous, she told herself.
But there was that look in Gordon's eyes, and a strained silence developed between them.
Bruce was also a problem at times.
On one occasion he slipped up behind her in the kitchen. Before she even knew he was there, he lightly patted her ass, then squeezed it. She whirled around and backed away from him.
"What do you think you're doing?" she blazed.
He shrugged. "I figured you wouldn't mind a little feel--not after the way you've been passing it out!"
"And what's that supposed to mean?"
"Oh, come off it--I'm not stupid. I hear the leader of that gang screwed you right on the floor in the den. Then he took you with him because he liked the-free sample he got and wanted more."
"You're crazy! It wasn't like that--"
"And the way I figure it, the other two sure as hell weren't going to sit on their asses and watch him have all the fun. So you must have taken on all three of them."
She stared at him in horror, inwardly cringing at how shrewdly he had guessed what had happened.
His eyes ran over her body. "And I don't see any bruises on you--which means they didn't have to beat you to make you give in. In other words, you were happy to cooperate and have all three of them enjoy your beautiful white body."
She tried to say something--anything--but there was a terrible dryness in her throat and no words came.
Again he shrugged. "Perfectly natural, I guess. You don't get any sex from the old man, so when three young studs show you what you've been missing you sort of go off your trolley and try to make up for lost time."
She managed a hoarse whisper. "You--you--"
"After all the fun you had, I'll bet you miss it now. Sort of leaves you feeling kind of empty down between your legs, doesn't it?" He stepped closer to her. "I know how to satisfy a girl. Hell, you watched me with Gloria--you saw how happy I made her when I slipped the old meat into her. Why don't we go upstairs and get you bare ass naked and I'll be happy to give you what you want."
She found her voice then as she snatched up a butcher knife and whirled on him.
"Get away from me, you--you vile--you abominably filthy thing! You're insane--you're sick in the head! If you ever come near me again I'll--I'll--"
"Think about my offer."
He grinned and sauntered from the kitchen.
For a long time she leaned against the sink, trying to control the shaking in her body. She felt sick inside. Not only at the way he had guessed what she'd done with Vic and his friends. But also at the way he'd openly propositioned her. Imagine being propositioned by your own stepson! And most of all, at the way he'd assumed she'd be happy to jump into bed with him because she must be so anxious for sex.
Damn him, she muttered to herself. Damn him and his accurate insight! She wasn't so anxious for sex that she'd let her own stepson fuck her. But she was anxious for it. She remembered the heavenly feel of a hard cock inside of her and how ecstatic it had been with Vic and Max and Randy pounding at her cunt. Oh God, she had to put thoughts like that out of her mind! If she kept thinking abut it, her pussy was going to get all wet again.
But the next day it was even worse.
Again Bruce slipped up on her. And this time he reached around from behind to capture both her wrists in one hand while his other hand fastened on her breast. Surprised by the suddenness of it, she was frozen while he rubbed and squeezed her tit.
"No bra!" he grunted in surprise.
Quickly he opened the top buttons on her blouse and slipped his hand inside to cup her bare breast in his palm.
"Yeah!" he breathed. "I knew you had big bobs, but these are something else! I could really go for you, Kim--I like girls who don't wear a bra."
She couldn't tell him she'd gone without a bra because it somehow made her feel sexier, and that she was aching for sex. Nor could she tell him--and she prayed he wouldn't find out--that she wasn't wearing any panties either.
She told herself she had to fight him off, make him stop. It wasn't right, her own stepson with his hand inside her blouse and feeling her bare tits like this. But it felt so good the way he stroked and squeezed, and her mind couldn't seem to make her body obey the command to fight. She could feel her nipples growing hard and thrusting against the palm of his hand as he rubbed back and forth.
"Did you leave your panties off too?" he whispered in her ear. "Let's find out."
But he made a mistake at that point. Reluctant to take his hand from her tits, he let go of her wrists and used that hand to reach for the hem of her skirt.
A sob caught in her throat. She couldn't let him discover she wasn't wearing panties; that her cunt was already wet from the excitement he had aroused in her. Her body erupted in sudden desperate motion and she chopped her heel down hard on his in-step at the same time that she drove both elbows backward into his stomach.
He doubled up, gasping, and hopped on one foot.
"You bitch!" he panted.
She thought he was going to lunge at her and she frantically looked around for the butcher knife. But just then the doorbell rang. For another moment Bruce glared at her, then gave her a crooked grin.
"Saved by the bell, huh, Kim? Okay, you win this one. Go answer the damn bell--I have to go out."
Her mind was still in a turmoil and her body was trembling as she spoke to the man at the door and invited him in.
"My name is Perkins," he said when they were seated. "I'm from the paper."
It took her a moment longer to realize he was a re-porter and wanted a story from her about the kid-napping. She moaned inwardly, wishing she'd been thinking more clearly and had found out who he was before inviting him in. Now she was stuck with him and she repeated the same story she'd given the police officer, reciting it mechanically while her mind kept wandering back to the scene with Bruce in the kitchen.
"Mrs. Rogers?"
She came back to the present. "Oh--what?"
"I asked if they mistreated you?"
"No--not at all."
She caught him staring, followed the direction of his gaze and saw her blouse was stretched taut across her breasts. Her hard nipples, still standing erect, punched boldly against the thin fabric, leaving no doubt that she was wearing no bra.
She started to shift her position, then stopped. What was wrong with a girl going without a bra? And if he wanted to stare at the way her nipples poked against her blouse--well, it was good for a girl's ego to know that a man wanted to stare.
In fact, maybe she'd give him something more to look at.
When he lit a cigarette she got an aslitray, then bent over in front of him to place it on the coffee table. The two buttons on her blouse that Bruce had opened were still unbuttoned, and she thought that ought to give Mr. Perkins a good look down her neckline as she bent over. She lingered in that position for a moment as she saw his eyes widen. Then he swallowed. Yes, he must be getting a good look at her big, dangling breasts.
She returned to her seat, a little thrill running up and down her spine. Except for the time she had spent with Vic and his friends, she had never deliberately flaunted her body in front of a man and now she found it strangely exciting.
That was Bruce's fault--damn him. Back there in the kitchen he'd gotten her aroused and that's why she was acting this way. She remembered the feel of his hand on her tits, the harsh scrape of his palm across her nipples. That had started the familiar tingling in her body and had probably--yes, she could feel the moisture in her pussy.
She tried to concentrate on Mr. Perkins' questions, but her mind wouldn't obey. Damn Bruce anyway, getting her this aroused! And damn him for understanding her so well, for knowing how eagerly she'd respond and how badly she needed a man.
And a cock.
Maybe he hadn't gone out, after all. Maybe he was still waiting in the kitchen and she could--God, not with her own stepson!
Damn him for being her stepson! If he was anyone else--and if he was still in the kitchen--she'd like to pull her blouse and skirt off and lie on the table and have him screw her right there. Have him sink his big prick all the way into her tingling cunt.
Why did he have to be her stepson? Why couldn't he be someone else--anyone else? A stranger--someone like--like--Mr. Perkins.
She stared at him. Could she really bring herself to fuck with a man she didn't even know, a total stranger? But then she asked herself, why not? Vic had been a stranger, and Max and Randy, and look how wonderful it had been when they screwed her! Besides, it wasn't her fault that she felt this way. It was Gordon and Bruce--father and son, she thought with an inward smirk. It was their fault. Gordon had started it by letting her get raped and now Bruce had made it worse back there in the kitchen.
Suppose she got caught? But there wasn't much chance of that. It was Saturday, but Gordon was tied up at the office all day and Bruce had gone out. She had the house to herself--Mr. Perkins.
She looked at him with a new interest. He was young and fairly good-looking. Maybe not as muscular as Bruce or Vic, but that didn't matter. He was a man and had a cock between his legs, and she needed it.
She leaned forward again, giving him another good view of her breasts. And at the same time, she managed to hitch her skirt up without being too obvious about it so he could look at her legs. She wished he would uncross his own legs so she could watch for a bulge in his pants and tell whether he was getting a hard-on. But at least he was looking. No, he was openly staring, and she saw him swallow hard several times. He particularly seemed to like looking at her legs.
She tried not to smile. If he got excited by looking at her legs, wait until she showed him the rest. As yet, he probably didn't realize she wasn't wearing any panties.
She shifted her position as she talked, letting her skirt ride higher on her thighs. Was it high enough now? She thought so, but just to be sure she worked it a little higher.
Mr. Perkins nervously licked his lips.
Now you'll get a real view, she mentally promised him. And I hope it stiffens your prick and gets you ready.
Carelessly she let her knees fall apart a slight distance. Then a little further. She followed his gaze and could see him practically straining his eyes, but he still didn't seem to notice her panties were missing.
She opened her thighs a little more. Maybe his eyesight was bad. Or maybe with the light blonde hair on her crotch he still wasn't sure. It was too bad she didn't have dark cunt-hair so it would stand out.
Damn him, couldn't he tell when a girl was trying to show him her pussy? She jerked her legs further apart.
Now he knew.
He jumped as if he was suddenly startled and his eyeballs seemed to bulge in their sockets. Then apparently he began to sweat because he ran his hand over his brow.
It was a new experience for her--a terribly exciting one--to sit there, calmly pretending ignorance, while she knew he was gazing at her exposed cunt. She could almost feel his eyes on her, crawling up her inner thighs, fastening on her pussy. She wondered if her cunt-hair was damp and if he could see how dreadfully aroused she was.
Apparently he could because he hastily stuffed his papers and his pencil into his pockets. A thrilling shiver ran up her spine as she anticipated his movements. He wasn't going to be slow about it, she could tell that. Now he was going to leap to his feet--and grab her and fuck her. Would he do it on the sofa or on the floor? She didn't care where it was.
There, she was right. He did practically leap to his feet. And now that he stood up she could see the effect she'd had on him. He'd gotten a hard-on--a hell of a hard-on, judging from the way his pants bulged front. And he seemed extremely nervous, but maybe that's the way he was.
His voice was kind of rasping. "Thank you, Mrs. Rogers. I'll phone you if I need any more information."
Dumfounded, she stared up at him. "What?"
He practically bolted for the door. "I--I have to leave."
"Wait!"
"Sorry--another appointment."
Before she could say anything further he was gone, slamming the door behind him.
She sat frozen for a long minute, then started screaming every curse she could think of. First she swore at herself for being too anxious and scaring him off. Then she swore at him for running off and leaving her with a tingling, throbbing pussy and no way of satisfying her terrible need.
For hours she roamed the empty house, alternately cursing Mr. Perkins and trying to think where she could find a man. She might go back to Vic. But no, he wouldn't give her what she wanted until she came up with some idea of how to get money out of Gordon. And she couldn't see any way at all.
That bastard Perkins! What kind of a queer was he to run off in a panic when a girl showed him her body? Was something wrong with her body? Savagely she tore off her blouse and skirt and stood naked in front of the mirror in her room. Her breasts were superb--big and full and thrusting. Her stomach was flat and smooth. Her legs were exquisite. And the patch of curly blonde hair on her cunt ought to appeal to a man instead of driving him out the door.
Her nipples still stood firmly erect and she remembered the feel of Bruce's touch. Her hands crept up to her breasts, stroking them, squeezing gently, rubbing across her nipples. It wasn't the same as a man doing it, but it still felt good.
One hand stole downward across her stomach. The fingers wormed their way through her pubic hair, parted her cuntlips. Then a finger poked into her pussy and she gasped with sudden pleasure.
As in a trance, she stepped backward to the bed and sat down on the edge. If her legs were spread wide--there, that was it. Slowly she inserted her finger as deep as she could get it in her wet hole. God, it felt good! Her body trembled and shook. She worked her finger in and out, closing her eyes and trying to pretend she was getting fucked.
But it wasn't the same. She was still doing it to herself instead of having a man do it, and her finger was too short and couldn't get in as deep as a prick.
Could she get two fingers in?
Gingerly she experimented, and found it would work. Frantically she drove both fingers deep in her quivering cunt and plunged them back and forth. Her other hand left her breasts and clawed at her crotch.
"Ai!" she gasped as it found her clit.
Her breath came in gasps and she lay back weakly on the bed. In the mirror she could see her upturned ass and her fingers straining to reach the depths of her pussy. Somehow it was even more exciting to watch in the mirror. It was almost as if she was watching another person, as if she was spying on some other girl who was lewdly playing with herself. She could see the girl's fingers glistening with moisture as they pulled out of her cunt and she noticed that the pubic hair was getting matted with the secretions from her pussy.
"You've got a juicy cunt," she giggled at the blonde in the mirror.
The other girl wiggled her ass at her.
"And you like to play with your clit."
Between her spread legs, the other girl's big tits jiggled and danced with her movements.
"But most of all you love to get fucked. You adore a hard cock in your pussy--pumping in and out--fucking--fucking--fucking!"
Her voice rose to a screech as she plunged her fingers almost hysterically into her cunt and violently rubbed her clit. But she knew it was no use. What she was doing felt wonderful but it wasn't the same as a prick inside of her. She wasn't going to come. She couldn't reach that delicious pinnacle of sensation she longed for where everything inside exploded.
Suddenly she tore her hands away from her crotch, lying limply on the bed in frustration and gazing at herself in the mirror with disgust and loathing. God, what kind of creature was she turning into? To play with herself like that, to watch herself in the mirror as she did it--she must be sinking into the depths of depravity!
Perhaps a swim in the pool would help. It would give her something to do and it might help cool the blazing fire that raged through her body.
Quickly she put on her bikini and ran outside to-ward the pool behind the house.
But as she scurried across the yard she suddenly hesitated, frowning, at the sound of a low voice and a giggle. It seemed to come from behind the hedge that separated the lawn from the pool area and she crossed over, peeked through the hedge, then stifled a quick gasp of surprise.
Bruce lay there in front of her. But he wasn't-alone. Nestled in one arm with her head on his shoulder was a girl with jet black hair.
She wore a bikini bottom so skimpy that it barely covered her crotch. And that was all she wore. The discarded top part of the bikini lay beside her.
The girl had the biggest breasts Kim had ever seen. They were enormous and Bruce was obviously intrigued by them as he stroked and fondled them.
Suddenly he squirmed and Kim saw that even though he still wore his trunks, the girl had her hand inside them and was playing with his cock.
Then Kim gasped again. There were two hands in Bruce's trunks.
She shifted her position for a better look and her eyes widened. In Bruce's other, arm lay a redhead. She had already discarded her bikini or whatever she'd been wearing and she was completely naked.
"Jesus!" groaned Bruce. "You girls are cooking up a storm down there! Which one of you is playing with my balls?"
The redhead grinned. "That's me, darling. I know how you like it. Besides, Wendy's trying to keep your prick all to herself and the only thing I can get ahold of is your balls."
"I am not!" protested Wendy. "His cock is big enough for you to play with too, Rita." Then she shivered a little. "It's really big!"
Rita nodded. "I know how big it is. That's why I brought you along this time--remember? I told you, you've been wasting your time screwing around with those kids and you ought to come with me and have a man's prick for a change. Remember, little sister?"
"Little sister?" echoed Bruce. "With the tits she's got, there's nothing little about her."
Rita sniffed. "You too? How come all you men flip over overgrown tits? Hell, size isn't everything."
"She's always been jealous of my boobs," giggled Wendy.
"Bullshit!" said Rita. Then she tugged at Bruce's trunks. "Are you going to keep these damn things on all day?"
"I might. I'm the modest type."
"You're a bastard--and a horse's ass. But modest you're not. Come on, Wendy, help me get this trunks off."
He lifted his ass off the ground to help them and the two girls worked. the trunks over his hips and down along his thighs. But by the time they reached his knees Wendy had lost interest in the trunks and Rita finished by herself, pulling them over his feet and dropping them to one side. When she turned back again, Wendy held Bruce's cock firmly in her hand and was gazing at it rapturously.
"God, how big and stiff! Look at the head on it!" Rita nodded. "I told you I'd show you a real man's tool. Just wait until he sticks it in you!"
Wendy shivered with delight at the thought and began lightly pumping his prick in her hand. But Bruce suddenly shoved her away.
"You can't play with it yet."
She stared at him. "Why not?"
"You're not naked."
Wendy glanced at the skimpy bikini bottom snuggled around her hips. Then she leaped to her feet and quickly shoved the tiny garment down over her hips. As she bent to step out of it, her huge breasts dangled and swayed. Then she straightened, naked, and stood for his inspection.
"God!" he murmured. "You've got a hairy twat!"
She fingered her thick bush of pubic hair. "Just like my sister, only hers is red. I guess hairy cunts run in the family."
"Maybe it comes from the hair being well fertilized," said Rita. "Is come a good fertilizer?"
Bruce looked back at Wendy, gazing upward past her crotch to her breasts that jiggled with her slightest movement.
"Jesus, what a pair of tits! Bring 'em down here."
She sprawled on the ground, leaning over him and dangling a breast above his face. Then she lowered it so her nipple brushed his lips. His tongue stabbed out, washed over her nipple. She dropped her tit lower, driving the nipple between his lips. He drew it into his mouth and sucked it greedily.
Rita was disgusted. "Hell, just because her tits are big, that doesn't make them anything so special! Here, trying working on my tit and see if there's anything wrong with it."
She bent above him from the other side and Bruce looked upward at two breasts dangling side by side above him. He seized a tit in each hand, squeezed them together until their nipples were touching. Then he licked them eagerly, his tongue scraping back and forth over both of them together.
"Urn," breathed Rita. "That feels good."
"Lovely," murmured Wendy.
They pressed their breasts down harder against him and he opened his mouth, let the two nipples slip inside, then sucked them together. At the same time his hands roamed downward and he found a soft thigh on each side of him. Stroking upward, he came to the girls' pussies. His fingers combed their way through the thick pubic hair and parted their cuntlips. He zeroed in on one clit with his right hand, then the other one with his left.
Wendy let out a loud gasp.
Rita sighed happily.
Wendy's clit was harder than Rita's and he thought she was more aroused. But he stroked and massaged the two little pebbles and soon Rita's was just as hard as Wendy's. Then he shifted his position slightly, explored further in the girls' cunts and poked a fingertip into their holes. Slowly he shoved his fingers inward until he had them buried all the way in their pussies. It was the only way to go, he told himself. Two tits to suck on and two twats to play with.
Suddenly Rita gave Wendy a shove. "You and your damn big tits! You're crowding my nipple right out of his mouth!"
Wendy smiled sweetly. "Jealous again, big sister?"
"Jealous? Of those big things? What do they do for you--except give you something to wiggle and shake in a man's face? Tell me one thing they're good for--one thing you can do that I can't do with normal sized tits!"
For an instant Wendy glared at her, then broke into a wide grin. "Yeah--I'll show you one thing."
She threw herself on her back, seized Bruce's cock and pulled him down so he was kneeling astride her chest. Placing his swollen prick in the deep cleft between her breasts, she squeezed her billowing tits in-ward so the soft flesh flowed over his cock and covered it completely.
Wendy beamed triumphantly at her sister. "You flat-chested girls aren't any good for this." To Bruce she said, "Bet you never fucked a pair of tits before, did you? Go ahead--see how you like it."
He worked his hips, pumping his prick back and forth in the warm tunnel of breast flesh. Her skin had the smooth feel of velvet, clinging excitingly as his cock glided through. One minute the tip of his prick peeped out at the top near her throat and then withdrew again the next moment, lost to sight between the mounded white tits she pressed around it. Two pointing nipples punched between her fingers.
Rita snorted. "Hell, anybody who's misshapen can do that. Let me show you something that takes real talent."
She snatched Bruce's cock from between her sister's breasts and pushed him over so he lay on his back. Then she sprawled beside him, her breasts crushed on his thigh and her face only inches from his prick. Her head dropped lower and her tongue slowly crept out and brushed against his cockhead. He jumped.
Then she started licking. First her tongue darted back and forth in tiny light stabbing motions, but then she began to vary that with long sweeping strokes. Up and down the length of his prick she worked, her tongue licking, brushing, teasing, until his entire throbbing shaft gleamed wetly. with her saliva.
Finally she changed her tactics again. Her lips parted and she slipped the tip of his cock between them. Then, with her lips pressing tightly around it, she slowly lowered her head and forced his prick into her mouth. Very slowly it disappeared from sight. Further--still further it slithered between her clasping lips, until the head rammed into the back of her throat and she couldn't take any more of it.
And then she started to suck it. Her head bobbed up and down, slowly at first, then faster. Her soft lips clung eagerly and her cheeks hollowed inward with the force of the suction she applied. And all the time her tongue flicked and licked on his cock while she sucked.
"Jesus!" he groaned. "Suck it, baby--suck it!"
His fingers fastened in her hair and he forced her head up and down in faster motions, his hips lifting as he drove his prick upward into her mouth.
Wendy wasn't impressed. "Shit, anybody can suck a cock. I've never done it before but--here, let me try it."
She pushed her sister away and seized Bruce's prick in her hand. For an instant she stared at it.
"God, it's big! How do you get the whole thing in your mouth?"
Bruce squirmed and yanked her head down. "Don't talk so much! Just take it in your mouth and suck it!"
She opened her lips, experimentally eased his cockhead between them. Apparently satisfied with that, she abruptly dropped her head and plunged his prick deep into her mouth. Then she began bobbing her head rapidly up and down as she'd seen her sister do, but she wasn't sucking as hard as Rita had sucked; she was just driving his prick in and out between her lips without using her tongue or licking it. Rita laughed. "I told you it took real talent to suck a prick. You're just an amateur."
Wendy jerked Bruce's cock out of her mouth. "What the hell do you mean? I'm just as good as you are!"
Trying to get his prick back in Wendy's mouth, Bruce snarled at the girls: "Christ, will you two stop your yammering? Wendy has bigger tits, but Rita's a better cocksucker. Now, goddamn it, one of you get this thing back in your mouth and suck it!"
Wendy pouted. "If she's so good, let her do it."
But Rita shook her head at Bruce. "I don't think so, darling."
He stared at her. "What?"
"I don't mind sucking your prick but--well, a girl likes a little action too. I want you to lick my pussy."
"Okay, damn it, lie down."
"In fact, let's see how well you can lick two cunts--eat two girls together."
Wendy squealed with delight and the girls stretched out side by side, their knees drawn up and thighs thrust wide apart. Bruce crawled up between Rita's legs, used the fingers of one hand to open her cuntlips while his other hand went to work on Wendy's twat. Then he stabbed his tongue into Rita's pussy.
"Ahh!" she sighed.
He began to lick with the light teasing motions she had used on his cock, flicking the tip of his tongue back and forth against the pink folds of her cunt. He stiffened his tongue, drilled it into her hole and poked it as far inside her as he could get it. And finally he worked his way up to her clit, let his tongue brush softly against it.
She jumped and moaned.
He licked back and forth on the little nub. Now he licked with a light flicking motion, and now he used the flat of his tongue in long sweeping strokes. Rita rotated her pelvis in little circles and drove her pussy upward at him.
"Lovely!" she breathed. "I told Wendy you can really eat a girl!"
"You told me," wailed Wendy, "but all I've got so far is his damn finger in my cunt!"
Bruce grinned and changed girls. Now he licked and teased Wendy's pussy while he fingered Rita's twat.
Behind the hedge, still watching avidly, Kim barely managed to suppress a groan of frustration. It had been bad enough when she watched the girls sucking Bruce's cock, wishing all the time that she could gulp that hard prick into her own mouth. But now this was even worse. She remembered too clearly--and desperately longed for--the exquisite feel of a man's tongue on her cunt. Less than ten feet away were two girls getting their cunts licked, and all she could do was stand and watch.
"Oh, yes!" gasped Wendy. "Right there--my clit--lick it!"
Kim wondered if it was possible to go insane with a frustrated desire for sex. Damn Vic for arousing this terrible need inside her! And damn him twice for telling her not to come back for more sex until she thought of a way to get Gordon's money. Damn Gordon and his money!
Now Bruce had moved back to Rita and was licking her pussy again. God, she was wet! Even from where she stood, Kim could hear the juicy slurping noises as Bruce dragged his tongue through the girl's cunt.
Kim's hand slid down toward her crotch and she unconsciously shifted her feet further apart to allow room for her hand to slip between her thighs. Even through the bikini the touch was electrifying on her pussy and a jolt ran through her whole body. She was almost as wet as Rita. She could feel the moisture in the fabric of the bikini.
Her hand slid back and forth in her crotch and her breath started coming faster.
Bruce was back between Wendy's legs again, his tongue busily working in her cunt. And she seemed even wetter than her sister.
"Aren't you going to fuck us?" asked Rita.
Bruce raised his head. "Tell you what. You were bragging to Wendy about the size of my cock. So I'll fuck her first."
"And what do I get?"
"You're such a good cocksucker you can get me hard again. Then I'll fuck you."
He crawled up between Wendy's outstretched legs and nudged the blunt tip of his prick between her cuntlips. Then he suddenly lunged forward with his hips. She was so wet he slid all the way in with one push.
She let out a wild cry of delight.
Kim almost cried out too, though not with delight. The one thing she craved even more than a man's tongue licking her pussy was a hard cock deep inside her. There, before her eyes, was a cock sliding into another girl's cunt, and she could only watch helplessly.
She was startled to find that, without her realizing it, her hand had slid down inside her bikini pants and her finger had crept into her pussy. God, no--she couldn't start that again! She had to take her hand away. But it was almost as if it was someone else's hand, oblivious to the commands from her brain. The hand stayed inside her bikini pants, re-fusing to move, and the finger found her clit and rubbed it. She was sure she was going to scream.
"What a--heavenly--big--prick!" panted Wendy. "It feels--so good--in my cunt. Fuck me--fuck me hard!"
Bruce pumped his hips back and forth, driving his cock viciously into her pussy with full-length strokes and battering her body so hard that her huge tits leaped and quivered on her chest.
"Damn!" groaned Rita. "Why did I let you screw her first? I'm so hot I'm burning up!"
"Guess you'll just have to wait," grinned Bruce. "Like hell I do!" She knelt astride her sister's head. "How good a cuntlapper are you?"
"I don't know--I never tried it."
"God, you're really an amateur when it comes to using your mouth. Well--try it. Lick my pussy like Bruce licked yours. Use your tongue on my clit."
She lowered her body and Wendy's tongue poked into the red cunt-hair, seeking her clit. When she found it, Rita jumped and let out a long sigh.
"Oh yes--that's it--right there! Lick it--oh God!"
Behind the hedge, Kim was sure she was going to go right out of her mind. More than anything else in the world, she wanted either a tongue licking her clit or a stiff prick fucking her pussy. She didn't have either, but both the licking and the fucking were taking place before her eyes. She stared at Bruce's cock slamming into Wendy's cunt, imagining how it felt and pretending she was in Wendy's place, and her finger dug deep in her pussy. Then she gazed at Wendy's tongue busily licking Rita's clit, again pre-tending it was happening to her, and now her finger rubbed harshly on her clit.
Her blood was like liquid fire throbbing through her body and there was a roaring in her ears.
The bikini pants hindered her movements and she angrily shoved them down and stepped out of them. It never occurred to her that someone might see her in the yard, naked except for the wisp of a bikini top and frantically masturbating herself, but fortunately she was well hidden by the hedge and the shrubs. She drove two fingers into her cunt, worked them in and out. And with the other hand she rapidly manipulated her hard clit.
"I'm coming!" shrieked Rita. "Lick my clit--don't stop!"
Kim's finger rubbed harder on her own clit.
Wendy's voice rose in a wail. "I'm coming too! Oh God--fuck me--ram your prick into me!"
Kim plunged her fingers in and out of her pussy even faster and harder.
"Jesus!" gasped Bruce. "I--I'm going to come too! I'm going to fill your twat with jism, baby!"
The roaring in Kim's ears rose to a wild scream. Both hands worked in her cunt in a perfect frenzy and she felt herself soaring to the explosion point. Closer--closer--just a little more.
Then she was there--she was coming! Her body was racked by convulsions and she felt her hot juices flowing over her fingers. Her legs wouldn't hold her and she sank weakly to the ground, her hips still grinding and jerking.
And as she almost sobbed with the satisfaction of relief, she felt a quick sense of elation at something else too. In that last instant--while she'd watched Bruce's cock pumping his come into Wendy's pussy--she'd suddenly found the key. Now she knew how Vic could get Gordon's money.