Chapter 11
I didn't hear from Vic for about one week. It was my gut feeling that when he did return, it would be to tell me that it was all over. I imagined that he was smoldering inside, that and hurting. Maybe hurting bad. After all, he would be thinking time and again of how he had bought Pal for my protection, and then I had turned to having sex with the canine while he was away.
I continued having sex with the dog. This time, rather than being borne out of physical necessity, I have sex with him for psychical reasons. I badly needed reassurance, and I couldn't bear the thought of going out and picking up with another man. Not while things were unresolved between' myself and my friend Vic.
One evening while I was in the bedroom, wearing nothing more than my panties and bra, I thought I heard the door open. Pal was sleeping next to me on the bed. A few moments later, I observed a red-faced, red-eyed Vic enter the room. He had a mischievous smile on his face, and standing next to him was a beautiful, well-proportioned brunette woman who appeared to be in her late twenties. I couldn't imagine what was happening.
"Hello, baby," Vic laughed, with just a tinge of sarcasm in his voice. "Oh, my, you really look sexy in your panties and bra. Isn't she stacked, Harriet?"
He turned and faced the gorgeous brunette standing next to him.
"She really is, Vic, honey. She looks even better than I thought she would. She's a knockout."
"That's what I think, too. Of course, she digs banging that dog and I don't suspect that she would ever dig it with me as much as she does with Pal."
"Different strokes for different folks," Harriet laughed.
"I guess so."
"Stop feeling sorry for yourself, Vic," I said, embarrassed by the fact that such a disclosure had been made in front of a stranger. "I never said I like having sex with Pal more than I did with you. As a matter of fact, I said that the big reason why I wanted to have it with Pal was because I was very upset over you being gone. I needed some affection from somewhere."
"She's just one of these liberal-minded gals of the 1970's who believes in taking it any way she can get it," Harriet smiled. "There's nothing wrong with that, my dear."
"I wouldn't go that far," I replied. "Let's just say that I was in a state of great necessity then."
"Ah, hell, I didn't come here to get a course in psychology," Vic said impatiently. "Why don't you get the dog out of the room here so we can talk freely. I'll never forget how he showed me his teeth the last time I was here."
"I'm sorry about that, and so is Pal," I said. "He got upset when you were getting angry. I think he had the idea that you were gonna hurt me. And, after all, when you got him it was with the thought in mind that he was going to serve as my protector."
"That's the general idea. Protector, not mistress."
"I've explained all that," I shook my head disconsolately. "Remember, baby, I'm telling you that it was a very urgent thing. My needs, that is. But I'll get him out of the room if it'll make you feel any better."
I got up from the bed, walking quickly toward the door, calling out to Pal.
"This way, Pal, honey, come on," I said. I was a little uncomfortable over the way that both Vic and Harriet eyeing me. I got the feeling that Harriet was as interested in me sexually as was Vic. I couldn't understand why, if Vic wanted to screw me, that he would be bringing another woman. It disturbed me that he apparently had another girl friend. I thought that I was his only action. Of course, after his blow-up of the other night, I should have prepared for any eventuality to occur.
Once that I disposed of Pal, closing the door behind him and walking back toward the bed, Vic moved quickly toward me.
He reached out with his right hand, slipping it beneath my bra. His fingers went to work quickly over my breasts. As they danced ever so quickly, a big grin formed on my face. At least it was reassuring to see him smile again.
"Oh, yeah, you've really got a pair of knobs on you," he told me. "I love that. I just love reaching out and touching your tits. Oh, what sensations I'm getting from this."
He kept up his stroke technique for a few more seconds, after which he withdrew his fingers. He reached out with his left hand and grabbed my right hand, holding it firmly as he walked with me toward the bed.
"Just climb in there and lie down," he said.
Harriet watched with great interest, her eyes widening. She kept watching as Vic threw his body down into bed next to mine.
Vic reached out with both hands, undoing the strap, that held together my bra. When he removed my bra, he reached out with both hands and began to fondle my tits.
"Oh, yeah, I really love touching your tits," he exclaimed. "They look so nice, honey. Oh, yeah, it's good to be back again. I'm glad I brought Harriet."
He reached down with his tongue and sucked on my left breast. He allowed his tongue to circulate quickly over the firm, warm flesh. After he did a thorough job on one breast, he worked his tongue over to the other, repeating the same warm, sensitive movements.
When he removed his tongue from my hot tits, he felt that it was time to take off my panties. He reached down with both hands, grabbing with one sharp movement. He clutched at the elastic, then began to pull downward smoothly and firmly on my panties.
"Now you're gonna see her cunt," he called out to Harriet.
The fact that Harriet was there made me uncomfortable. I couldn't help but think that perhaps Vic had something bizarre in store for me. He kept looking at me very strangely, giving me all kinds of weird grins.
My panties were lowered further by Vic, dropping them down my legs until he pulled them off of me altogether. He then reached out with his left hand, permitting his fingers to slide slowly against my pussy.
"Oh, yeah, I like massaging your snatch," he said. "You've got a beautiful pussy, honey."
While his fingers kept on vigorously moving against my mound, I observed that Harriet was beginning to take off her dress. She wiggled her beautiful body impatiently as she undid the buttons, then pulled the dress over her head.
She was wearing a garter belt. She tugged at it, undoing the straps, then pulling down her hose.
"That's it, Harriet," my lover Vic encouraged. "I like the fact that you're taking everything off without me even having to fill you in."
A few moments later, Harriet worked her way down to where she was wearing nothing but her panties. She quickly slipped them down her legs, twisting her hot butt back and forth while she did so.
I hoped that Vic did not have what I thought he did in store for me.
"Oh, yeah, your pussy's really getting hot," Vic exclaimed, working his fingers even more quickly than ever over my snatch. "You love the action, don't you?"
"It feels good."
"You'd better believe it. Oh, yeah, honey. I know you dig those sexy movements."
As Harriet finished stepping out of her panties, she began walking ever so slowly toward the bed.
"I'm ready now," she tapped Vic on the shoulder and exclaimed.
"Great, so now you can take over."
Vic released his fingers from my pussy, then slid his body over toward the far edge of the bed. He sat up and smiled, watching as Harriet slid her body inside the bed smoothly.
She looked down ever so hungrily toward my pussy, reaching out with her right hand and beginning to slide her fingers over my mound. By that point in time I was already a little moist, based upon the quick movements that Vic had supplied to my mound.
"Say, that feels good," she laughed. "I like the way that you're moving and I like the way that Vic got you ready."
"Hold on now," I gasped. "Take your fingers off 'of me, Harriet. I don't like this."
"Come on now," Vic said sternly. "You can bang with the dog, but you can't do it with a beautiful gal. Don't hand me that. I love to watch two gorgeous chicks make it. I never had you go that route before, because I figured that you just didn't buy that type of thing. Even though it's prevalent among a lot of models. Well, I feel differently now. I can see that you are the type of girl who will do just about anything."
"Don't misjudge me just because of that one thing," I exclaimed. "I don't want to do that. You'd be all wrong if you did."
"Just lie back and enjoy it, honey. If you can dig it from the dog, you can dig it from Harriet."
That's right, darling. I admire you for having the guts to try it with a dog. I know a couple of girl friends of mine who done it, but I haven't. That really takes guts."
"I wouldn't say that."
"I would. Now just lie back and let Harriet baby give you plenty of action. You got quite a buildup from Vic, and I could see that it was all justified. You're gorgeous chick, baby. You've got a luscious pussy. It's nice and moist, and I intend to suck it."
Harriet's fingers kept on moving sharply over my mound. She continued her steady flow of activity for a few more minutes, after which she removed her fingers from my mound.
"I want inside your pussy," she said with stout determination. "Just wait until I start working my tongue inside you, baby. Oh, you're not gonna believe how good it is to get pussy sucking from a women. You see, baby, I've got a gorgeous pussy of my own, as you can see. Well, I know how I want people to tend to my pussy when they're making love to it and, therefore, that puts me in a better position to know just what to do for you, darling. So just lie back and enjoy yourself. I'm gonna really do it for you, sweetheart. Yes, baby. Hang on and get ready."
The longer that Harriet talked to me, the more quickly my resistance was being shattered. I couldn't help but be fascinated by her. And, even though I didn't want to admit it to myself, I did find her attractive.
"Harriet's one of the best-looking models around," Vic said. "She's almost as big in the field as you are. So I sure wanted to see you two girls go at it. Oh, damned, am I ever getting horny."
"Just take off your clothes, darling," Harriet chuckled.
"Not a bad idea."
As Vic quickly began to undress, Harriet reached down between my legs and started to probe my left thigh with her tongue. Back and forth she thoroughly circulated the tongue, allowing it to work effectively against my leg. I could see that she knew what she was doing when it came to supplying a woman with all kinds of wild and wonderful tongue sensations.
While her tongue fervently applied itself to my thigh, causing my body to jerk back and forth with wild passion, she reached out with both hands and let her fingers slide up and down and around my buttocks.
"Oh, yeah, that does feel good," I couldn't help but exclaim. "You're good with your tongue, honey. Oh, it really does feel good. I can't help but say that. Ah, I like it, oh, I like the sensations."
Her tongue kept right on darting against my thigh. The longer that she kept up her steady, determined pace, the better that I felt all over. I could feel the tingly sensations throughout my entire body, as she kept up her sturdy tongue efforts.
"Oh, yeah, keep grinding your tongue," I called out. "You're really getting me hot, lover. Yes, oh, what sensations. Keep moving your tongue against my thigh. It's such a good feeling."
While she kept on fervently stabbing, pressing her tongue against my thigh, she reached out with her right hand and glided it against my pussy. She applied her fingers ever so gently, but the combination of the thigh sucking and the finger movements over my pussy caused me to get more excited than ever.
"Keep probing me," I exclaimed, "oh, you're really working your tongue, darling. I love this action. I love the way you're sliding it. Oh, keep driving your tongue, darling. Yes, oh, I want you to keep it up."
While Harriet was doing her thing, I looked over and observed Vic. By that time he had stepped out of his shorts, and was jerking up and down on his huge, erect rod. He stood nervously next to the bed, watching every phase of the action as it unfolded.
"I'm gonna really fuck you chicks in a little bit," he laughed. "I figured when I let you two roll in the hay, that I was gonna get turned on. I've seen chicks make it before, but I've never gotten this excited. You make about the two best-looking female lovers I've ever seen. Just keep up that brisk sucking, Harriet. You're really winning yourself a convert. That chick is getting turned on, is my beautiful little Pam ever excited. She's too much."
Harriet removed her tongue from my left thigh, allowing it to go to work swiftly over my right. While it danced ever so eagerly against my thigh, she let her fingers continue to toy with my snatch. I could see that I was moving that much closer to climax.
"I'm gonna be juicing if you keep that up for much longer," I gasped. "A girl can't take too much of that kind of action, baby. Oh, it's just too much."
Recognizing that I meant business about exploding, she removed her fingers from my snatch. Back and forth she kept up her thigh strokes, driving her tongue feverishly against my thigh.
"Keep sucking me," I called out, "oh, work your tongue over my thigh, honey. I really enjoy what you're doing. What sensations, darling. Oh, I like the way you're stroking me."
When she removed her tongue from my thigh, I figured that Harriet was going to turn her tongue loose on my cunt next. Apparently Vic agreed.
"Go ahead, her snatch is ready," Vic said. "Just drive your tongue against it, darling. Your lover baby wants it. I know she does."
I watched as Harriet's tongue moved smoothly and slowly toward my mound. I spread my legs, extending them with great anticipation.