Chapter 3
The screen suddenly lit up with the white light of the blank beginning frames, then the first picture came into view, and Bart focused the lens so that it was in sharp clarity. Tansy could make out a large bed, a small dressing table to one side with a large mirror near it. It was a beautiful setting, she thought dreamily, better than her own bedroom. The marijuana had made her thirsty, and she drank from her rum cocktail thirstily, only to find that Jason was filling it again and giving the pitcher back to Bart. She smiled warmly at heT boyfriend, glad that he was here to take care of her, and then she saw on the screen that the door of the bedroom was opening and a young, innocent looking Scandinavian girl was walking in. She didn't appear to be much older than Tansy or Wilma, and was very lovely, with a melancholy look on her face that reflected a deep loneliness. It touched Tansy to the depths, as she felt identified with the girl in her drugged fog, her own emotions heightened by the marijuana to bind her inextricably to those of the lonely creature on the screen.
The girl picked up a picture from the dressing table, looking longingly at it for a moment, and then pressed it tenderly to her full breasts, outlined clearly beneath the tight black dress she was wearing. She placed the photograph on her pillow gently and began to undress. She slipped the short dress slowly upwards, exposing full, well-rounded thighs, the red of her dainty, lace-trimmed silken panties contrasting sharply with the creamy ivory of her exposed flesh.
Tansy could hear sounds of delight from Bart and Jason as the dress snailed its way over the girl's head, and her beautifully curved torso emerged. Her bra fell to the floor with a flick of her fingers, and the fully beauty of her firm, ripe breasts swung into freedom. They stood high and proud and their quivering nipples were turgid on the luscious half-spheres, and as the girl raised her arms high over her head to pull her long, blonde hair up, her breasts peaked still higher in alluring motion. She was almost naked now, in just her thin wisp of sheer panties. She turned and bent over slowly, her back to the camera, drawing the black thin, gossamer material tantalizingly down over her curved hips and buttocks, brushing them sensuously against her smooth thighs and calves, finally discarding them at her feet by the dress. She stretched languidly and teasingly turned to the front again. All her delicious nudity was exposed now, from her high-rounded breasts to the soft dark curls of her pubic mound.
Tansy shifted nervously next to Jason. She had never expected anything like this! Maybe some torrid ... but not all the way!....love scenes with a man, and perhaps a bare breast now and then, but af least a "G" string, ineffectual as it might be. But this exposed all the girl had to offer, and she was making no attempt to hide it, either!
The girl lay down on her stomach on the bed now, the picture of her absent lover in her hands, looking at it with a deep longing that could mean only one thing. She was sexually aroused by her thoughts and needed release! Tansy gasped aloud as the girl turned over on her back and began to massage her breasts with her free hand in tiny teasing circles, tweaking the soft nipples into sudden throbbing hardness. Her legs scissored open and closed slowly, exposing the thin slit of her vagina, nestled teasingly in the soft golden hair between her thighs, her feet pointed directly at the camera. The girl slowly worked herself into a burning passion, her buttocks twisting against the mattress as though she was trying to bury herself in it. Sheer, wanton desire reflected in her eyes, as if she wasn't acting the part, but living it.
Tansy couldn't understand how the girl could act such a part unless she was really feeling it. She remembered lying in her own bed after heavy dates....last night, for example ... and how she had gone insane from the frustration of her arousal until she had relieved herself with her own tiny fingers. She blushed slightly at the thought and squirmed her buttocks nervously, feeling the edge of the cushion brush electrically against the soft swelling of her vulva. She jumped at the unexpected contact, and the more unexpected shock it had brought. Her breath quickened, and she drank heavily from her glass again, attempting to cool some of the warmth the girl's passion had transmitted to her own slim body.
While she was drinking, Jason lit two more thin, brown cigarettes and passed one to her. Without thinking, Tansy pressed it to her lips and pulled deeply, perhaps hoping it would help still the unwanted ache beginning deep within her belly.
With each drag, Tansy could feel herself mentally unwind. This one heightened the feeling from the first cigarette, and she didn't feel she was the same person she had been a moment ago. She was someone else, and it frightened her a lot, but she couldn't think about it now. The heat and excitement generated by the heavy smoke of the marijuana and the girl on the screen was beginning to stimulate her hotly against her will. She squirmed down against the couch again, feeling the round edge of the cushion push her skirt and panties into the soft yielding crevice between her buttocks; she rubbed herself gently against it, working the corner of the cushion between the fleshy moist lips of her vagina. Her body rocked on it in an almost indiscenible rhythm ... in concert with the writhing girl on the stage. She could feel the wetness spread between her thighs, and she spread them slightly to gain greater contact with the cushion. The roughness brushed soothingly against her tiny, rising clitoris through the sheerness of her panties.
She looked guiltily out of the corner of her eyes at Bart and Wilma next to her to make sure they hadn't noticed but they were so engrossed in the film that they hadn't paid the slightest attention. Wilma was leaning back against Jason, dragging heavily on another marijuana cigarette, and Bart had his hands up inside her thin, narrow bolero top. To her amazed horror, Tansy could see his hand move tantalizingly under the material covering her breasts, and Wilma had her had back on his shoulder with her mouth slightly open, a rapturous expression on her young face.
"Ooohhhhh, I love the way you touch my nipple," Wilma heard the other teenager sign hoarsely, and her own face blushed furiously from the embarrassment she felt for Wilma's blatant acceptance of Bart's lewd advances.
"Bart's quite the stud," Jason whispered in her ear wetly.
"Don't ... talk like that," she said, clenching her teeth, trying to sort out her own confused feelings of revulsion and stimulation. "Please, Jason ... we mustn't look at what they're doing."
"Then let's make some time of our own, baby," he said harshly, in a throaty, passion-filled voice. He jerked her head abruptly toward him with his hand, and pressed his lips wetly to her, grinding his mouth tightly down on hers. She groaned and struggled, feeling his hand pressing hard over the softness of one of her bra-encased breasts. But her resistance could only last for a sudden panicky moment, and then she was unable to stop her body from going limp under his attack, and in spite of her guard being up over allowing any emotion to overcome her, she could feel tiny butterfly-like sensations flit suddenly through her stomach.
"There," he said, whispering again into her ear. "That was damned good, don't you think?"
Too stunned to speak, Tansy lifted her glass to her lips and drained it, desperately trying to collect her shattered thoughts. She was afraid to look over at Wilma and Bart again, fearing what she would see, the soft mewling noises coming from Wilma and the grating noise of Bart's heavy, excited breathing telling the story well enough. She glanced back at the movie again, it seeming to be an eternity since she had last looked at it, but it actually being only moments, the sweet, pungent marijuana having warped her sense of time.
The young teenager pulled again at the cigarette in her lips, and the musky odor of Jason beside her filling her nostrils, stimulating her still more, causing her to snuggle closer as the excitement of forbidden naughtiness rippled through her young flesh. Jason Hargrove pulled her close, letting his hand dangle gently over her shoulder. His fingers brushed softly against the tip of her breast he had so ardently squeezed a second before. He was growing more confident by the second, and the lewd, obscene thoughts of what he would do to this young soft body once it had reached the stage of helpless submission ran in delightful kaleidoscopic pictures through his mind. Man, he grinned secretly to himself, he would fuck her every way but upside down and then maybe that way, too. She'd know she'd been fucked when he finished with her ... he and Bart both in a gang fuck!
The girl in the film was writhing more lasciviously now as though being attacked by some unseen lover. She had placed the picture on the bedside table and both her hands were running over her body as if out of control, her fingertips dancing over the flat, ivory belly and coming to rest at the quivering crest of her soft, down-covered vaginal slit. She groaned soundlessly at the sudden contact of her hands with the moist crevice between her thighs, and she pulled her knees up, her toes on the mattress. Then she straightened the legs like two beautifully carved ivory columns above the bed. With a deeper groan she let her knees fall wide apart, exposing to the excited teenagers the moist, glistening furrow in between. Her fingers crawled to the soft hair-fringed lips and spread them slowly apart until the wet pinkness was fully visible and the tiny bearded, mouth-like orifice throbbed hungrily open. The half-moons of her smoothly rounded young buttocks shone with a thin film of perspiration in the bedroom's light, divided by the hot, avid crevice between them. Her tiny little anus nestled mysteriously and invitingly below the swollen and agitated cuntal lips.
Tansy gasped in disbelief as the girl slowly slipped a middle finger into the glistening pink flesh, stroking teasingly at her tiny, bud-like clitoris. Jason's hand once more squeezed her own breast tightly as she heard and felt his heavy breathing against her flushed red face. She was afraid to look at him, hypnotized into immobility as the sensuous movements of the girl on the bed increased and her probing fingers worked themselves inexorably around inside the pink edges of her visibly contracting young cunt, slowly widening the thin, hair-lined lips. Then, she slipped her index finger in and out smoothly between the lubricated fleshy lips, her legs jackknifing back, knees against her breasts as her soft rounded buttocks rose and fell in response to the hotly flicking fingers. The girl's facial muscles tightened as she joined another finger with the first two, and, clenching her teeth, pushed all three into the pink, hungrily absorbing folds. They disappeared with a silent, but felt, sucking noise and a soft moan of pleasure.
Tansy tensed in momentary shock at this indignity that the sensually aroused young girl was committing on herself before the camera, and only Jason's firm grip on her own now involuntarily throbbing breast kept her from leaping from the couch and running upstairs to the reality of the afternoon. She sensed that she had better go ... before it was too late and her own building excitement ran away with her.
This desire lasted only a fraction of a moment before the effect of Steve Shelley's special marijuana lulled her into limp acceptance again. She waited in anticipation and nervous fear of her own emotions to see what would happen next, still feeling closely tied with the girl who was writhing in desire before her, and she knew there was a danger point from which there was no turning back. She took another sip of her rum cocktail after Bart leaned over and filled her glass again, and another drag on her cigarette. The warm, relaxing smoke curled deliciously down into her lungs, easing her mind of fear at the passion raging through her own body. She snuggled back against Jason, foggily determined to somehow keep up her guard.
The girl in the movie had now become wildly possessed. Her eyes and teeth were clenched as she rolled beneath her own driving fingers in uncontrollable passion. The rapid rhythm drove grunts of pleasure from deep in her throat as the finger sunk into the tight, pink opening, making moist, wet sucking sounds in the minds of the four young viewers as she withdrew them to push them in again. Her face was red ... straining for climax. She bared her mouth, obviously groaning in frustration as her own fingers thrust harder and deeper. They were not enough. Her head rolled from side to side on the pillow, her long blonde hair flying in frustration at the inability to bring herself to climax. Still she tried, her hand beating a wild tattoo against the spread, straining buttocks, her soundless grunts seemingly getting louder and faster with each passing second.
Suddenly, from the open bedroom door, a short, stocky black man not more than five and a half feet high ran into the bedroom and jumped up beside the bed. His eyes were small and sunk deep in his oversized head, and there was unmistakable cruelty registered in them. The stocky negro had the look of a man who had been teased all his life about his burnished color and his small size, and that he now enjoyed taking out his resentment on others more helpless than he when he had the chance.
The girl's eyes widened in terror, and she jerked the back of one hand to her mouth to keep from screaming. She moved to lower her legs and roll from the bed, but the black man raised the fist of one hand and growled viciously in warning. She froze in her position of masturbation ... thighs spread and with her knees drawn to her chest. She didn't dare move as the naked black man panted menacingly over her, his great excitedly perspiring face distorted in passion just above her defenseless, upturned crotch.
Tansy had jumped with the black man as he had bounded on the bed, and she grabbed Jason's arm tightly, the sudden entrance almost frightening her out of her wits. "My God!" she whispered, voice quavering. "Wh ... what's he going to do to the poor girl?"
"You'll see, baby," Jason answered with a lewd grin.
The camera trained in on a zoom-shot of the black man's penis, which was huge in relationship to the size of his body. He was obviously proud of it, and he took it in both hands, lightly stroking it over the defenseless girl into a semi-hardness.
Tansy could not take her eyes from the growing fleshy rod, unable to believe that it was going to be the depraved instrument that would ravish the lovely young girl on the screen. Yet somehow the helplessness of the girl lying shaking with fear beneath the snarling man, sadistically fascinated her. The lewd thought of that monsterous black rod raping the naked and terrified girl sent shivers of revulsive curiosity tingling through her, and goose-pimples erupted on her sensitive skin, and for a moment, she felt strangely chilled. She couldn't resist as Jason moved his hand beneath her jersey to cup the softness of her large, firm breast, trapping the tiny nipple gently between thumb and forefinger as her bra was slowly moved upwards to where he could fondle her bare flesh. She squirmed tighter into the cushion, feeling the couch beneath her buttocks pressing deeper into her vaginal crevice, her wet vaginal crevice. Her panties were soaked and she squeezed her thighs together in a vain attempt to control the tingling sensations beginning to grow there. She was on dangerous ground and knew it, but could not bring herself to leave, the evil fascination of the impending ravishment gluing her to the cushion. She squirmed downward again, the cushion edge forcing the secretion band of her panties deeper into the split of her buttocks, its smoothness exciting the sensitive pink lips of her vagina. She felt the tiny throbs pulsing out in the tiny bud of her clitoris, and she bit her lower lip tightly to hold back the forbidden sensations that were throbbing lewdly now up between her legs. Her thoughts drifted back to the movie....
The black man reached up along the horrified girl's creamy white body, his hands kneading her full exposed luscious tits with his gnarled little fingers. For a moment the girl tried to squirm away, but he growled again, threatening to beat her unmercifully, and for emphasis, he pinched her nipples hard, moving his ebony head forward with a wolfish, fiendish glare in his beady eyes. She could only moan in abject terror now, and to Tansy, the girl seemed hardly conscious now, her eyelids fluttering and her eyes glassy from her enslavement at the lusts of the black alien creature hovering over her maliciously. Tansy watched with transfixed horror as the excitedly slobbering lips of the black man began to trace a path down the smooth flat surface of the trembling ivory body in his control, bringing a further mewl from the girl's anguished mouth, and then, he was all the way down to the softly curling pubic hair between her still fearfully spread young thighs. The black man's hands dropped and he placed a thumb on either side of the fleshy lips of her helplessly exposed cunt, pulling them wide apart. His great slobbering tongue leapt forward, burying itself in the defenselessly naked vagina with greedy ferocity. He ran his tongue the full length of the widely spread slit, from the tightly closed pucker of her tiny cringing anus, up over the fluted, fleshy edges of her cunt, and over the tiny sensation-bud quivering uncontrollably now beneath the sparse young hair of her pubic mound. His rubbery thick lips spread through the soft hair-fringed swelling like a knife through soft creamy butter, flicking relentlessly between the girl's widely splayed legs, stopping sporadically to curl up into her open cunt. She jerked spasmodically, still squirming hysterically under the ugly, deformed black grip and the thick, saliva-glistening tongue which lapped mercilessly at her loins.
Tansy shuddered from the sexual stimulation that indulging in something forbidden gives, even against one's will. She gasped at the change which seemed to come over the writhing young girl on the bed. She could tell by her facial expressions that the frightened moans that had seemed to come from the terror-contorted lips changed to soft mewls of involuntary pleasure ... pleasure that the girl did not want and had set her mind against, but that the slithering, thick tongue burrowing deeply up between her thighs had forced her to enjoy. She raised her hands, holding them in indecision, then dropped them in abject surrender to grasp the stocky black man's close-cropped, fuzzy hair.
Tansy could not believe the sight on the screen. Instead of fighting with all her strength against this humiliating act, the girl had turned into a helplessly groaning mass of passion. She voluntarily now spread her legs farther apart on the bed, and tangled her hands possessively in the black man's hair, pulling his face tight to her upthrust crotch. She ground her hips sensuously in time to the darting tongue which probed hotly up into her wide-spread pussy, her eyes closing and her mouth hanging wide in undisguised ecstasy. She goaded the deformed little man on with her hands, and pumped her hips up into his hotly slavering face like a nymphomaniac gone wild. Her muscles strained under the tightness of her pale, sweat-glistening skin, and Tansy could clearly see the cords of her inner thighs standing out like taut ropes ready to snap against the pressure as she thrust her pelvis forward again and again against the hungrily munching face buried deep into her throbbing cunt. She was all but swallowing the hotly whipping tongue with her voraciously working vaginal lips, grinding his head back down into her ravaged fleshy pussy until it was only half visable, his face protruding only partially from between her now fully streched young thighs, his legs kicking back toward the edge of the bed to catch his breath. Then the girl pushed the black man's face away from between her legs, still holding his hair bushily between her open loins and she turned over, sitting down full on his mouth with her squirming buttocks. It was she who now was doing the ravishing, straddling him as animalistic contortions of lust wrenched her facial features and tweisted her lips back over her tightly clenched teeth. It was obvious that she was now racing for a climax, her body completely out of control.
Tansy heard a deep, throbbing groan from beside her, and in surprise, tore her eyes from the obscene spectacle on the screen to Bart and Wilma. The shock was greater. Wilma had both of her legs stretched wide apart, her shorts unzippered along her side and half down over her full, quivering thighs. It was obvious that she wasn't wearing any panties underneath. Bart's hand was inside, his skin a darker contrast with where the band of the teenager's sunsuit had left a wide, white strip of flesh. He was cupping her pubic mound unhindered, and Tansy shuddered as the outline of his fingers moved under the thin material. Wilma, unaware of anyone, was grinding her pelvis, buttocks off the cushions, in rhythm to the fingerfucking he was giving her.
And then Tansy shifted her vision slightly and saw a sudden clear view through the darkness of Wilma's hand working up and down over Bart Linwood's loins, her slender fingers clasped tightly in an oval circle around the youth's rigid penis. His cock stood hard and rigid through the open zipper of his fly, slight tufts of pubic hair protruding around the edge of the thick base.
"Oh, God," Tansy moaned, turning back to Jason and hiding her face tightly to his shoulder. "They're doing something awful to each other!"
She had never dreamed that this could happen! Kissing, yes ... a little petting ... but not this, right out in front of her and Jason! She thought of when she had considered herself as being able to handle any situation, and now she knew that it had been a futile idea, for she was rapidly losing all control over herself. The awful sight of the boy's penis being fondled up and down, while his fingers disappeared in Wilma's hungry, sucking little pussy was just too much for her to stand! The sounds coming from next to her were wet and punctuated by soft mewls and groans of totally absorbed pleasure. She burrowed her head tightly into Jason's chest to try to shut out the lewd, wet sounds, but it did not help, they were everywhere, coming at her from all sides, it seemed. Again she wanted to run but knew her legs would not support her if she rose from the couch. She could do nothing but lie there in her boyfriend's arms and listen in torment while the other young couple on the other end of the couch were in their throes of illicit passion.
Tansy felt the aching hunger inside her spread from her abdomen up to her passion-swollen breasts. She labored, gasping, for breath, and squirmed her buttocks down harder against the cushion, pushing the wet, swollen lips of her own vagina against it to try and put out the fire burning there. Jason's hands continued to palpitate her excitedly swollen breasts, thrilling her and frightening her at the same time. She tried with all her might to pull his hands away ... but her own hand moved only as far as Jason's and then fell back, uncontrolled, to her lap. It would not obey her mind's commands, lying limp and useless as she turned her glassy drug-glazed eyes back to the obscene movie.
The black man was writhing in the desperate grip of the girl's loins above him, and it took all of his strength to throw her from his suffocating body, pulling the jerking girl's thighs brutally from around his head. She screamed in protest, her legs kicking futilely out into the empty air, twisting her flailing body on the bed, her stomach grinding into the mattress as she strove hoplessly for the near orgasm that was still infinitesimally out of reach.
He took her by the ankles from behind as she lay face down on the bed and spread her long slim legs wide apart. He crawled up on his knees between her full, trembling thighs and spread the cheeks of her hungrily grinding ass with his hands. From Tansy's viewpoint, she could see the tiny tight cunt nestling wetly in the crevice below. She thought she could see it throbbing expectantly as it anticipated the black man's next move. His hands ran up the inside of her thighs all the way to the wetness of the white girl's open pussy, and then his head dropped to kiss the smooth oval buttocks, his tongue trailing down to lick teasingly at the shadowed crevice between them. She could see the girl's pussy lips straining around the pink, hair-lined hole as the thumbs of the black man pulled at the softly giving flesh around it. His fingers probed at the throbbingly hungry wet opening like teasing needles of fire. The girl groaned beneath him, her mouth open as the cruei fingers worked around and around deep up her widely split cunt. The ugly little man grinned triumphantly as he prodded at the defenseless pink vagina like an avenging devil, the girl squirming beneath his cruel probes in total surrender until she couldn't stand it another minute longer!
Tansy watched in horrified stillness as she made out the black man's lewdly grinning lips move in a command, and even to her it was obvious what he wanted the hapless young girl to do. The girl struggled to her knees, presenting the rounded white orbs of her buttocks up to the now wildly aroused man. He stood up between her widely splayed thighs directly behind her, his huge cock standing straight out with its head resting in the wide split crevice of her open asscheeks. He was just the right height with him standing behind her on the mattress and her kneeling.
His eyes roamed triumphantly over the helpless young girl, gleeful at the fact she was at his mercy, and he intended to take full advantage of it. Again, he mouthed an order to her, and her hands moved hesitately back under her body and gently stroked the hardness of his huge blaack rock-hard shaft. A sudden expression of fear flashed through her eyes as her fingers wrapped around it, and she perceived for the first time the enormity of the throbbing instrument. She stroked it experimentally, indecision apparent on her tortured face.
The negro snarled, digging his black fingers harshly into the tops of her thighs. The girl submitted to the cold demand and pressure of his gnarled hands, and hesitantly placed the tip of his cock against the tight, hair-covered opening of her trembling young cunt. Tansy could see it begin probing and working against her opening, the muscles of the black man's stomach standing out as he strained forward. It was worming its way into her, looking like a giant black fleshy battering ram trying to force its way through a white velvet fringed keyhole. She watched the girl hopelessly try to pull away, but the black man, grinning lasciviously behind, held her helpless in his grasp. Her face contorted tightly fron the first ravishment of her defenselessly upraised cunt, but his pressing thighs forced her forward so she couldn't slip away. The black man's spittle now drooling from his lips, hugged her waving hips tightly and pushed with all his might against her futile struggles until, with a quick final surge forward, the rampaging instrument of a torture was buried to the balls in her wide-split vaginal crevice. She was hopelessly impaled.
The black man rammed into her with hard cruel thrust, watching the pinkly glistening cunt flesh follow the probing cock out on the backstroke as though it were consciously fighting his withdrawal. She turned her head from side to side, her hair threshing against the bed so that Tansy could follow her feelings by the reflections on her face. Her teeth were bared back over her lips in a weird kind of masochistic joy that pictured the excruciating pleasure-pain of the giant hardened penis fucking into her from behind her helplessly kneeling body.
Standing above her, the black man watched along with the camera's eye as his cock pushed and pulled at the soft pink flesh surrounding her hotly clasping young vagina. His eyes were tinged with evil cruelty as he began a series of brutally hard thrusts that sent his still growing member sinking to the hilt in the tormented girl's widely split anal crevice. His balls smacked rhythmically against her cunt and it began to have an effect on the blonde girl. As Tansy watched the heavily pulsating cock disappearing all the way up her gyrating backsides with each cruel stroke until not a bit could be seen, her face was contorting from agony into rapture. Her large, taut breasts danced tightly beneath her writhing torso, moving now in time to the skewering cock of the black man as it slid deep into her from behind, a relentless hot poker of glistening flesh burying itself in her belly. The girl was no longer human, but a quivering mass of lust-deranged flesh that was begging to be subjugated, reveling in the humiliation of being fucked by this beast of a black man.
Tansy's forehead was covered with tiny beads of sweat from the feverish sight before her. Another trickle of sweat ran down the valley of her full ripe breasts that Jason had already massaged into hardness, his hand slipping over her now exposed nipples, his fingers tweaking them sharply, causing a nervous jump each time he did it. Her nerves were shattered and her mind whirled, knowing she should demand to leave; but unable to muster the conviction to say the words, much less stop Jason. Surely they wouldn't go as far as Wilma and Bart! She had gone far enough as it is, and Tansy's face crimsoned as she thought of Bart's fingers digging wetly between the other teenager girl's wetly responding thighs, and his own penis being stroked to hardness at the same time. The lewd thought sent another electric tingle deep into her belly, and she could feel the seeping wetness between her own thighs increasing. Her heart pounded like a tom-tom. She was sure that Jason could feel it beneath the tightness of her breast in his hand.
The lovely young virgin could feel Jason becoming increasingly restless beside her. Certainly he could feel her occasionally grinding her own buttocks down into the couch. She tried to make it appear she was simply changing position, but it was becoming more difficult by the minute to conceal her frustration. His hand was kneading her openly exposed breasts more vigorously now, making her tiny, bud-like nipples throb with guilty pleasure. She snuggled down closer to him and put her hands of the front of her skirt to hide her action, not wanting Jason to know what she was doing to herself.
But as she squirmed down hard on the seat, the boy suddenly turned and dropped on of his hands on her bared knee, slipping it up toward the fullness of her thigh. She froze momentarily at the unexpected contact crawling insect-like over her sensitive flesh. Jason pushed the hem of her skirt up, and he was half-way to her wetly soaked panties before she reacted and restrained his wrist tightly, not daring to look at him. Her eyes remained on the panting, unnatural coupling on the screen, gradually forcing Jason's fingers back down, pushing her skirt with it until her trembling loins were covered again.
Then, the boy's hand came to rest on her lap and again she tried to hold it, but this time her strength seemed to have drained from her, and he moved by force, kneading the softness of her inner thighs beneath the thin material of her skirt. Teasing at the light sprinkling of hair at the base of her abdomen, his hand rotated teasingly against the mount of her crotch, unable to go lower because of her tightly closed thighs. Tansy pressed harder against the couch, knowing he would think she was trying to escape his finger and not suspect that secretly she was pressing the cushion up into her own hungrily throbbing vaginal slit. The flood between her thighs was wetting her skirt now, and she could feel the warm wetness between the soft cheeks of her buttocks as she pressed down harder to feel pleasure building there.
Tansy closed her eyes tightly for a moment and allowed herself to drift with the rolling sensations of pleasure coursing through her body. It was almost as though he was touching her nakedly, but still she felt safe, her panties and skirt between his hand and her virginal flesh. But suddenly, she gasped in surprise. Jason had removed his hand from her lap and was moving it gradually under her buttocks from the side. He still peered at the movie as though completely unaware of his left hand now thrust between her asscheeks and the couch. His hand searched like a mouse in the crevice between the firm round moons of her buttocks. Quickly, she dropped her hand to grasp his wrist tightly, butit didn't stop him. His hand continued its ruthless teasing under her crotch, prodding at her moist slit through the thin skirt and panties. She squirmed slightly away from it as his middle finger began a gentle stroking motion at her already wet genitals, pushing the folds of her skirt moistly up into the hotly throbbing crevice between her thighs. A gush of shame washed through her at the sudden waves of indecent pleasure overcoming her desire to resist. Jason's hand became bolder under her buttocks as he sensed her tacit surrender, and he hooked his middle finger to slide her skirt up beneath the backs of her thighs so he could penetrate the moist softness underneath. She could already feel the light tickling sensation of the material sliding from between her thighs and the cushions of the couch.
Oh God, what could she do? This was horrible, allowing herself to be used like this ... and worse, to be enjoying it! She had to fight! She couldn't let herself go any more than she had! What was happening to her?
She could feel the skirt rising faster now, though still not apparent from the lap. She lifted inadvertently as a fingernail scratched the softness of her thigh, as the skirt slid upward more rapidly in response to Jason's hooking finger. Suddenly she gasped aloud. There was no more skirt! Jason's hand covered all of the wetly soaked crotch band of her thin panties, and was snaking under the elastic legband, worming into the moist walls of her soft, untouched pussy. She squirmed against it, holding her breath for fear some tell-tale sound might escape her lips. Her whole torso quivered until her impaled young vagina became accustomed to the invading fingertip probing at the lubricated softness of its tender walls. She could feel its moisture covering the palm of the hand beneath her buttocks as it ground imperceptibly up into her now nakedly exposed crotch. Jason's finger moved in tiny teasing circles up inside her now, expanding her tight, little virgin hole with desire arousing rotations. Tansy was almost out of her mind, unable to stand the maddening teasing of her genitals another moment. She was ready to crawl the wall to quench the raging fire burning through her hotly contracting vagina. The sight of the girl's face in the movie being buffeted hard down into the mattress by the stocky black man and the long masculine middle finger fucking into her helplessly seething cunt without mercy were just too much for her!
She bit hard on her lower lip, looking wildly around in the darkness for some magic salvation, some escape from the delicious prison of her excitement. She glanced at Wilma and Bart in her drug-induced daze and found that her eyes stayed fastened on them with lewd fascination! Sometime in the few moments since she'd last looked at them, they'd managed to shed their clothing, and they were stripped completely naked. There was a deep gurgling from Wilma's throat. Bart, a sadistic grin on his face ever widening, had taken her by the hair and pulled her head up off the couch, at the same time thrusting forward to run his thick, turgid cockhead deep into her gaping mouth. Tansy held her breath. She was positive that Wilma was going to choke from the sheer size of the massive penis buried between her ovaly puckered lips, but the other teenager didn't. She sucked it hungrily as though she had been waiting all eternity for this magic moment.
Bart raised to his knees, and with one hand holding Wilma's head up by the hair and the two middle fingers of the other sunk deep up into her wide-spread vagina, he began fucking her face cruelly between his legs. Tansy watched with horrified fascination as Wilma's elastically locked lips sucked with all their might on the hardened male penis pumping in and out of her mouth, her cheeks hollowing on the out-stroke and expanding obscenely on the instroke. Her eyes were glazed with a wild ecstatic film of raw animal lust that Tansy had never imagined possible. Its very lewdness brought a moan to her own lips, her tongue circling them nervously as she felt the juice of her own torturously excited young pussy increase its flow between her legs, drenching Jason's palm with its sticky moisture. It was different with someone you didn't know, like the girl and the stocky black man, but this was Wilma Casey, a girl she knew from school! The obscene spectacle mesmerized her, and she found herself wickedly enjoying the scene before her. God, how she must feel, she thought in intoxicated rapture at the enchanting figure of her naked girl friend hunched slavishly down over Bart, and I'vd never felt that way before myself....
Jason could also see the thick cock of his friend slither into Wilma's mouth, and Tansy could feel his cock jerking under his pants against her in uncontrolled excitement. It was enticing to him just as to her, and she gasped as he pressed his moist lips against her ear and whispered, "Now, I'm going to fuck you, baby. Just like that black man is fucking the girl in the movie!"
"Oh, God, no, I can't. I told you I can't!" she panted between tightly clenched teeth, unable to stop the involuntary grinding of her heated young pussymouth down against his hand.
"God damn, but you are," he breathed menacingly. "You're too hot to stop now." He moaned as his lips kissed her soft, sensitive face and neck, his eyes still hard and cruel with the greed of his desire. "I'm going to fuck you like you should have been fucked a long time ago. And you're going to twist and squirm when this cock of mine sinks up into your belly. I want to see you like that ... I want to see you beg and scream for me ... "