Chapter 5
Sometime during the night-she had no idea of the hour, but it seemed late-Felicia was awakened by the sounds of passionate kissing and snatches of whispered conversation. It upset rather than alarmed her, because she knew the sounds were coming from Amita and Ernesto. Her first thought was to let them know she was awake so they would stop the lewd nonsense. But something within her wouldn't permit a snap decision. The twinge she'd experienced while watching them make love that day returned to the pit of her stomach. By the time she'd decided to hold her tongue, the girl realized she was shivering with sexual anticipation.
"Do it to me, Ernesto," she heard Amita whisper, and the sound of the younger girl's passionate request sent a ripple of excitement through Felicia.
"We'd better not," Ernesto replied, also in a whisper. "We might wake Felicia up. She was nearly hysterical when we found her in the woods. If she saw us, it might set her off again. She's pretty uptight anyway, and getting raped really shook her. Elon told me to look after her, not scare the shit out of her."
There was a rustle of cloth as Amita flipped back the sheet and arose from the cotton mattress rolled out on the floor where Ernesto lay just inside the door in his capacity as bodyguard for Felicia. Bare feet padded lightly across the squeaky plank floor. Felicia shut her eyes and feigned sleep.
"Felicia," Amita called softly while she gently shook her by the shoulder. "Felicia?" she called a trifle louder, and shook her shoulder a bit harder.
"Don't wake her," Ernesto protested. "Let her sleep, Amita. She needs it, the poor kid."
Felicia lay perfectly still, listening as Amita padded back across the tiny cabin and got back on the bunk-size mattress with Ernesto.
"She's sleeping like a log, lover," Amita said throatily. "Let's do it. Right now. I want you!"
"Shh."
"We'll be very quiet, darling. We won't disturb her. Ohhh ... oh, I want this ... inside me! I'm going to kiss it, I love it so much!" Amita said with a sigh of longing.
Felicia was shocked by Amita's perverse statement. The twinge in her stomach yielded to a sensation of revulsion. Oh, how gross! she thought when a wet smack drifted over to her straining ears. She's kissing his thing! That's awful! That's ... disgusting and....
Another wet smack wafted across the cabin, and another. Then a nasal "Mmm!" could be heard, along with an inrushing of breath followed by a deep-toned sigh of pleasure.
Curiosity demanded that Felicia see if the horrible thing her astonished mind suspected was actually being done. Timorously she opened her eyes and turned her head. There was a window near the door with a stream of soft moonlight shining obliquely through it. There wasn't enough light for Felicia to see what was going on in detail, but enough was revealed to make her stomach do a flip-flop. There was Amita leaning over Ernesto's midsection, her head bobbing rhythmically above his loins.
She's sucking him! She's got Ernesto's thing in her mouth! thought the girl. She reeled under the impact of the illicit display of Amita's behavior. How could she? How could Amita do such a thing as that?
Felicia's head swam with the blatant perversity of what they were doing. Over and over she told herself how horrible it was, but she couldn't tear her gaze away. Even when Amita shifted slightly and the moonlight shone glisteningly on Ernesto's saliva-coated organ, Felicia's eyes remained riveted on the lustful tableau.
Shocking as it was, Felicia found herself fascinated by the act. As she stared at the silhouette of Amita's lips working eagerly up and down the thick shaft of Ernesto's erect penis, her revulsion seemed to drain from her. The twinge reappeared in the pit of her stomach, only to become a hot, twisting sensation as it moved lower. It settled in her loins and developed rapidly into a feverish tingling.
Oh, nooh! she moaned inwardly when she realized she was beginning to suffer from the same excitement-laden weakness which she'd experienced just before yielding to Buck earlier that day.
Felicia didn't fight it. There was no fight left in her. Buck had overpowered and raped her. She hadn't been strong or brave enough to stop him. Now she was exhausted, attempting to sleep, to regain her strength as well as her sense of decency. But she could do neither. Her body had tasted the forbidden fruit Amita seemed to love so well, and deep down Felicia knew she herself was no better than the brazen little slut who had befriended her when she'd needed a friend so desperately.
A great burden of guilt hung over her for having succumbed to the insane lust her rapist had evoked from her, but Felicia could no longer project her own guilt to Amita. The girl had offered solace, and Felicia had needed it badly. Despite her shameless sensuality and apparent lack of morals, Felicia liked the girl, and couldn't blame Amita for the sexual desire creeping over her own body now.
Amita thinks I'm asleep. I shouldn't have pretended I was. Maybe if I cough or toss about they'll quit, she thought frantically.
But Amita sprang into action sooner, and Felicia stared with guilt-tinged fascination as the uninhibited girl swung astride the handsome youth and quickly impaled herself on his pole. She could see Amita shuddering blissfully as she settled her vulva down snugly against Ernesto's groin and let out her breath in a raspy sigh.
It was too late then. It would have embarrassed everyone concerned, Felicia most of all, had she made them aware of her wakefulness when they were already doing it.
That was the excuse Felicia gave herself for remaining silent, because she couldn't face up to the fact that she actually wanted to see them having intercourse again. But she did. It made her feel sinful and perverted to spy on them, but it was terribly exciting, too.
"Ernesto! Ohhh ,. . you darling man!" Amita crooned as she began riding his horn.
Beads of slippery nectar formed on the velvety walls of Felicia's recently violated vagina. Her spongy vulvar tissue filled with the hot blood her palpitating heart sent racing through her veins.
"Sweet dick!" Amita crooned, tossing her head as she bounced up and down.
The nerve-rich tip of Felicia's clitoris peeked from beneath its protective hood, and was driven farther out into the inverted V at the top of her swelling labia by the shaft of her expanding pleasure button.
"Ohhh, ohhh, ohhh," Amita began chanting as she moved up and down the full length of Ernesto's penis.
As if it had a mind of its own, Felicia's hand darted under her nightgown and snaked down into her confining panties. The hair-ringed slit between her legs was all swollen and slippery, making it easy for her fingers to roam through the fluted folds of her sex opening. Felicia's passion soared upward along with Amita's and Ernesto's. As if washing herself, the trembling girl probed inward with the tips of two fingers and began running them around the slick, hypersensitive track of the silky inner surfaces of her larger labia.
It wasn't enough to just rim the outer edges. She knew it was wrong, and she'd never done it before, but Felicia couldn't resist stiffening her middle finger and sinking it palm-deep into her fluttering hole.
"Mmmm!" she whimpered softly. She couldn't hold it back, and took no thought of being heard over the moaning and harsh breathing which seemed to electrify the very air within the tiny cabin.
I'm so weak! she thought guiltily as she started stroking her vagina with her finger. Ohhh ... oh, that feels so good! I must do it! I can't help myself! I can't ... I can't!
A bittersweet bliss welled up inside Felicia as she pumped her finger in the juicy little slot between her quivering legs. She realized she was jealous of Amita, that she was attracted to the dark-skinned Ernesto as she'd never been attracted to another young man. Dimly Felicia became aware of wanting to throw her new girl friend out of the cabin so she could have Ernesto herself, but the thought of giving herself to him sexually brought so much painful shame that her mind quickly repressed it.
What's the matter with me? she groaned inwardly. I feel so hot ... so ... so hungry! I almost wish Buck was raping me again!
Felicia plunged her finger faster and harder as she watched Amita pick up speed. Bounce, you little whore! Oh, I'm sorry, Amita ... my friend ... my good friend! I'm the slut, not you, because I know better!
Hot, scalding tears of shame and humiliation overflowed Felicia's eyes, but she couldn't stop her hand from moving. It felt too good. She was too feverish with desire to stop short of orgasm, now that she knew how mind-blowing that climactic experience could be. Adding a second finger, she shut her eyes and wildly finger-fucked herself while she listened to Amita's passionate outcries, accompanied by the soft, incessant slapping of flesh on flesh.
"Coming!" Amita whispered hoarsely a moment later, and when Ernesto grunted soulfully she added, "Oh, God! God, yes! Shoot it ... shoot it deep, darling! Ohhh ... aahhh ... ahhhh!"
Me too! Felicia felt like screaming. I'm coming too! But she bit her lower lip and held her breath, quaking from the top of her head to the tips of her toes as her tender little pussy fluttered, twitched and spasmed its way through the blessed relief of sexual orgasm.