Chapter 9
Christine was still vibrating her pussy when she heard them come down the hall. She quickly switched the humming device off and pulled it out of her cunt. But then she couldn't think where to hide it. She didn't know which dresser drawer was hers and she couldn't leave it in plain sight because it was coated with cunt juice and there was no time to wash it or suck it clean. This was a problem for such a modest girl. She stuck it back under her skirt and stuffed it up her pussy again. She grinned.
There was no way that anyone was going to find it there, she thought.
But of course she was wrong.
She sat on the bed.
It felt quite nice to have her cunt stuffed with vibrator, even when it wasn't activated.
Bonny came bouncing in.
"Hi," she said. "I'm Bonny. I'm very wayward."
"I can see that," Christine said. "I'm Christine."
"Nice place, huh?"
"Well ... I suppose so."
"I took the dildo. What did you take?"
Christine was taken aback for a moment. But then she remembered that this was, after all, a home for wayward girls and she had to expect her roommate to be casual about such things.
"I took the vibrator."
"Oh, good. Maybe we can swap sometime, huh?" "I ... guess so."
"Where is it?" Bonny was looking around. "Let me have a look at your vibrator and I'll show you my dildo."
"I ... errr ... I seem to have misplaced it." "That so? Here's the dildo."
Christine gasped when she saw it, for it was obvious what the leather harness was for. She wondered if her roommate were a lesbian. What on earth would she do if the girl made unseemly advances?
Bonny was wandering around, looking here and there for the vibrator. Christine saw there might be difficulties.
"Maybe you forgot about it and left it up your cunt, huh?" Bonny asked. "That's pretty easy to do, I bet."
"Certainly not!" Christine said.
"Why don't you take a look, though, just to make sure?"
"It isn't up my cunt!" Christine wailed in desperation.
"Let me have a look," said Bonny and, before Christine could react, the wayward girl lifted her leather skirt.
"Sure enough, there it is," she said.
"Oh dear," Christine gulped.
Bonny reached down and switched the vibrator on. The moment it started to hum up Christine's cunt, the girl reporter started to get horny.
She didn't know what to do. Somehow, pulling it out at this stage seemed worse than leaving it where it was. It was, at least, hidden from sight.
But her cunt wasn't and Bonny was staring at it.
"Nice cunt," she said.
"Errrr ... thank you."
"Ever have it sucked?"
Christine was speechless.
"I'll suck it for you, if you like. When you feel horny, I mean. And I can fuck you with my dildo, too."
"I'm not a lesbian!"
"Well, gee ... neither am I," said Bonny, offended. "But we got to help each other avoid men, right?"
Christine babbled in confusion.
"Want to see my cunt?" Bonny asked and, without waiting for Christine to reply, she took her skirt off. She put one foot on the bed and pushed her belly out. Christine gaped at the girl's juicy slash. It was obvious that her cunt had recently received the attentions of a cock. The labia were parted and streaked with cum and her lean thighs glistened with cunt juice.
Despite herself, Christine began to wonder what it would be like to eat a pussy.
Bonny let her have a long look, then reached down and grasped the handle of the vibrator. She pushed it in and out of the reporter's cunt a few times, giggling as it made a squishing sound. Then she drew it out and held it up to her face, watching the tip vibrate. Her tongue came out and she licked the dripping knob.
"Ummm, yummy," she said. "I hope you get horny real soon. I just learned how to eat out a pussy, you know."
"I didn't know that."
"Yeah. It's real nice. Super. So any time you need to get sucked off, just let me know, okay?" "Errr ... yes."
Christine, actually, would have very much liked to get sucked off right then, for her vibratory pleasures had not been an end in themselves and masturbating had only made her horny for cock or tongue. But she didn't say anything about it. She was dazed and bewildered. She had never met a girl like Bonny before.
"Mind if I use this?" Bonny asked.
Christine shook her head.
Bonny fitted the buzzing tip to her clitoris and shivered as it caressed her.
A wave of lust swept through Christine as she watched her roommate vibrate her cunt. She was amazed at herself. The role she was playing, the mood of this place, her previous masturbation and the overt sexuality of her roommate combined to form a mood of depravity in which anything seemed possible.
She heard herself speaking as if it were a third person, or as if her mind had left her body and was watching and listening from somewhere near the ceiling.
She said, "If you really want to suck me off ... " Bonny grinned.
"You ... won't tell anyone, will you?" "You shy or something?" Christine nodded.
"Okay, we'll keep it a secret," Bonny agreed.
But there were no records in that room and, behind the wall, the camera continued to roll.
Connie and Watson, looking through the one-way mirror, smiled and winked at each other when they saw Bonny start to go down on Christine.
"I can't wait to get some of that pussy, myself," the busty redhead said, envious of Bonny who was slurping away with obvious pleasure as she ate Christine's tasty cunt.
"I think we have enough evidence against her, now, so that we needn't worry about her blowing the whistle," Watson said. "I think I'll fuck her now."
"You'd better let Bonny finish first. She seems to be having so much fun."
Bonny was wallowing like a dolphin in Christine's juicy cunt, and Christine was shivering as if she were being electrified. She wrapped her thighs around Bonny's head and rocked back and forth, bending and bowing.
Observing this was very stimulating to Watson and Connie, who were both dirty-minded people. Her cunt was steaming and his pecker was smoking. He waited impatiently until Christine started to come in Bonny's voracious mouth. Then he winked at the redhead, said, "Wait until I screw her ... we'd better capture that on film ... then you may join us for a giant cluster fuck."
"Ooooh, I can't wait!" the lusty housemother squealed.
Watson took his cock out and, with that formidable fucker leading the way, marching to the next room.
Bonny looked up with dreamy eyes and creamy lips, raising her eyebrows in query.
Christine smiled and said, "Oh, yes! That was lovely."
"Want to do me, now?"
"I don't ... I never ..." A slight frown flickered across the girl reporter's brow. She was disturbed at her own feelings, for, she had to admit, the idea of sucking this wayward girl's cunt was not at all unappealing. Basically innocent and inexperienced, Christine found herself suddenly thrust into a mood of total sexual abandon, in which no depravity seemed too wicked. She was uncertain and nervous but she knew that she definitely wanted to do all these naughty things. Her conscience sought justification, she tried to rationalize; she thought: It isn't as if I was doing it in my real life. That's the point. I'm here on a mission as a reporter and if I behave normally--that is, if I am chaste--everyone will realize that I am not truly a wanton girl and they'll get suspicious--and I won't get my story. So I guess I'll have to sacrifice my body in order to further my career. As long as I think of it in that way, I don't have to be ashamed of what I do while I'm here and, after all, nobody--like Rick, say--will ever have to know about the things I have to do . . .
She smiled and the frown vanished.
Now that she had reasoned it out, she could suck Bonny off without any moral qualms.
But she did feel it was necessary to explain that she was not really inclined towards lesbianism.
She pushed Bonny down on the bed and parted her thighs. She bent over her but then, before making contact, she looked up the nubile girl's arched body and said, "I'll eat you out, but I want you to understand that I really prefer cock ..."
"And cock you shall have!" said John Watson, as he came in the door with his pecker sticking out.
Christine's head snapped up, and when she saw the size of Watson's prick her eyes bulged out. A surge of passion ripped through her body. She wanted that cock! And-as long as she was playing the role of a wanton-she could have it with impunity.
"Don't let me interrupt," he said. "I'll just slip it to you from behind, you can carry on at that end."
"That's a good idea," Bonny agreed.
She reached down, grasped Christine's head and pulled the girl's face into her bubbling cunt. Christine began to suck and tongue instantly. She discovered, as Bonny had a short time before, that cunt sucking comes naturally to a girl and that, despite her lack of experience and practice, she knew just how to go about it. Her tongue coiled about and her lips slurped. Cunt juice bubbled into her mouth, thrilling her. But even as she thrilled to the joy of eating pussy, she yearned for the big pecker that was looming up behind her, casting a long shadow across her trim ass and throwing another shadow across her fiery imagination.
She drew her knees up under her, so that her ass was thrust up at the highest point of a triangle with her head at the apex, gobbling merrily away on Bonny's juicy snatch.
Watson fitted his swollen cockhead to Christine's cunt from behind. He stirred the knob around in her slippery gash, preparing the way, then slammed the whole huge slab up her hole.
Christine gurgled with delight, the sound reverberating up Bonny's cunt.
Watson pulled back. This was a tight pussy he was in and as he tried to pull out, so fully did his massive cock fill her hole, her pelvis was dragged back along with his dick. The fit was too snug to fuck properly. But the horny fellow knew how to deal with tight cunts, even though they were rare in a home for wayward girls, and he grasped Christine by the hipbones and began to push and pull her loins back and forth. Her cunt rippled, adjusting to the size of his cock, and then began to slide easily up and down with slippery friction.
He was holding his cock absolutely steady and pulling the girl's pussy onto it like a sleeve, as if masturbating himself with her cunt. But then they were sliding together fluidly and he began to fuck into her, corkscrewing his hips and driving the great wedge-headed slab up her twat with a force that caused her haunches to bounce up and down.
She began to grind her ass from side to side, humping with the man, working her cunt around on his big cock like a nut winding up a bolt.
Bonny was coming in her mouth.
Christine voraciously gobbled up the cunt juice.
Then Watson squirted a hot stream of cum up her cunt and, feeling herself filled with joy juice at both ends, Christine went wild as her own orgasm tore through her belly. Her tongue was tingling as pleasantly as her clitoris. It felt as if her mouth were coming just as her pussy was.
Watson drew back, his dick slipping free, still hard.
Christine's ass continued to heave about. She wanted him to fuck her again. But he had other ideas and waited while she milked out the terminal spasms of lust and cunt cream from Bonny's melting love box.
Christine, finding Bonny drained, raised her head.
Watson pushed his cock into her face.
Christine, who had never sucked a cock, stared in fascination at the big purple wedge of his peckerhead. She had always supposed that it would be Rick who took her oral virginity and she hesitated for a moment, feeling it would be disloyal to her boyfriend to give head to another man. But then she remembered that it wasn't Christine Fairmont, girl reporter, who would be sucking that adorable prick--it was Christine Fairly, wayward girl, of whom such things were to be expected.
She kissed the head of his dick.
Her lips parted slowly around it. It was just like French kissing, she thought; just like letting a man slip his tongue into her mouth. Her lips parted millimeter by millimeter, creeping down over the tip of his cockhead, pursed and compressed. He held steady, letting her set the pace, not trying to fuck into her mouth. Her red lips slid down his purple peckerhead until she had the whole meaty wedge in her mouth, then her lips closed in a tight collar around the stalk.
She took a tentative suck, her cheeks hollowing in.
Oh my yes! Cock was delicious!
She fluttered her tongue against the underside of the knob and her taste buds were electrified by the succulent flavor.
She pushed the tip into her cheek, causing it to bulge out on one side while the other cheek drew in, sucking. She nibbled softly on the stalk and slid her tongue all around the head.
Watson could tell that she was a novice at the art of cock sucking and he let her experiment, not moving at all but merely holding his cock rigid in her face. Her head began to rise and fall.
Her lips slid up and down his stalk and she fed herself on his prick, taking the knob far back into the entrance of her throat as she gulped as much cock as she could. While her lips pulled up and down, her tongue merrily danced a pattern of curls and coils against the veined underside of his stalk and the bottom surface of his tasty cockhead.
She fell into a steady rhythm, her head ducking down and then slowly sucking up, eager to bring him to an orgasm so that she could enjoy her first ever drink of cum.
Bonny, watching this cock sucking, got excited.
She strapped the big rubber prick around her slender loins and stuffed it up Christine's cunt from behind. She began fucking the reporter with gusto, pumping out a fine mist of pussy juice as the fat rubber dick pushed into the tight hole.
The vibrator lay neglected on the bed.
Bonny snatched it up and began to push the buzzing tip up Christine's asshole.
Pleasured at all three carnal terminals, Christine was transported to a state of rare ecstasy.
Watson began to move then, pushing his cock into her head. She gurgled and gagged but kept on sucking voraciously. She held his balls in one hand and grasped the root of his dick in the other, frigging through a few inches so that her lips, pushing down, made contact with her fist, coming up. As her fist pushed down, skinning his cock into a taut, vibrating bar of iron, her mouth dragged up that bar and poised on the knob, fluttering and slurping.
He hissed something. She didn't hear the words but she knew the significance--he was going to shoot in her mouth! She gasped in expectation, sucking hard.
His cockhead billowed in a creamy explosion.
Her mouth was filled with a cloud of cum and she whimpered with delight and gulped it down.
He blew a second heavy jet into her throat, then poured a third onto her nimble tongue. Her mouth was filled to overflowing, full of cockmeat with cum oozing around it and she swallowed and sucked, swallowed and sucked, getting every succulent drop out of his balls and drinking it all with joy.
He stepped back, his spent dick pulling from her reluctant lips. She moaned, wishing that she could suck him off all over again-wishing some other horny man would join them and slip some dick into her greedy mouth. She had acquired the taste for cock and cum and she wanted to make a glutton of herself. Then Connie came in.
Connie was burning with lust from having observed this three-way coupling and she came in with the reel of film, thinking to use it as blackmail, just in case the girl was not amenable to doing some more sucking.
But Christine was perfectly willing to suck some more cunt now that she had emptied the only available dick. She licked her lips as Connie approached. Connie straddled her face, sitting on her head and grinding her big ass just over her upthrust tits while Christine proceeded to suck her off and tongue fuck her with great gasps of pleasure. Connie, overheated, came in seconds. Christine gobbled her cunt juice with whimpers of delight. Then Christine came on the rubber dick.
Bonny, unable to come via the rubber dildo, moved up and took her perch atop Christine's head, getting her pussy sucked off in turn, while Connie plucked the vibrator out of Christine's ass and used it on her cunt, to good effect.
This lesbian tableau hardened Watson's pecker once more and he began to shift from woman to woman, thrusting his prick up a cunt here, into a mouth there, up an asshole as it rolled into position.
He finished up by fucking Christine.
Bonny and Connie were watching, sitting side by side and fingering each other's pussies a bit, just for the hell of it.
"What's the film for?" Bonny asked.
"Dirty movies taken right here at the home," Connie explained. "We can have a look at them later."
"Oh good," said Bonny.
And Christine, overhearing this, realized that the film was exactly the evidence she needed!
Then Watson hosed her cunt with cum and she melted in a torrent of cunt juice around his meaty cock.
They had fallen into a stupor in the aftermath of such sexual frenzy. Bonny was sleeping with Watson's cock in her mouth and the redheaded housemother was sleeping with her mouth on Bonny's juicy snatch and Christine was slumped astride Watson's head. But Christine did not allow herself to sleep.
It was time to revert to her proper role.
She gave her crotch one final rub around on Watson's face, then reluctantly got up and quietly dressed.
Taking the reel of film, she tiptoed out.
It was too late to go to the newspaper office now, but she knew that Rick had a projector. She decided to have Rick view the film, to make sure it was what it was supposed to be and that it was sufficient evidence of the depravity that existed at the home for wayward girls.
As to her own depravity, she was of two minds.
She had enjoyed it so much that she was wondering how she might continue to eat pussy and suck cock now that she was once again the chaste and proper girl reporter. It didn't seem possible. Even with her boyfriend, Rick, she would never have the nerve to suggest that they vary their sex life.
She sighed, thinking that her sex life would once again be uninteresting-much more so, now that she had known the thrill of infinite variation.
Rick was pleased to see her.
She explained. "I believe this film contains evidence of some of the terrible, wicked things that go on at the home," she told him. "I don't want to have to look at it, myself, darling, since I am not that sort of girl. Would you run it on your screen and let me know if it's as wicked as I suspect?"
"Okay," he agreed.
"I'll wait out here," she said, hoping that the dirty film might inspire Rick to a super-fuck.
Rick took the film into the projection room. Christine waited, looking innocent and demure. She heard the projector hum. After what seemed a long time, Rick came back into the room.
There was a lump in his pants and a very strange expression on his face.
"Was it truly dirty?" she asked.
"Filthy," he said.
"Then I can use it to substantiate my expose ..."
"I don't think you'll want to do that, Christine."
"Why ever not?"
"I think there's something you don't realize ..."
"Oh, I do realize that girls do filthy things," she said. "Wayward girls, that is. I don't want to have to look at such a film, myself, being pure and wholesome, but ..."
Rick grinned.
And then, to her amazement, he whipped his cock out and stuffed it into her mouth without further ado.
Christine, not understanding what had happened to her boyfriend, but not minding at all, sucked him off with pleasure.
Afterwards, with his cum glistening on her lips, he told her who had starred in the film.
Christine never did get to write the article.
But she and Rick watched the film together, many times....