Chapter 6
"I don't think that much about watching him fuck her," said Mr. Larson. "Kinda boring, if you ask me. I'd rather fuck her myself. That kid's got one hell of a fine cunt if it's anything at all like her ass-hole."
"You were bored?" asked Mr. Elliot, in surprise. "I enjoy watching the incest." He rolled the word around on the end of his tongue as if it were a fine wine and he wanted to sample its fullness. He watched for the effect it had on Mark and Heather, then went on, "Of course, you might be right. It wasn't as exciting as some lezzie action might be."
"Lezzie action?" asked Mr. Larson, his eyes glowing bright and wicked. "Sure, let's let the two cunts eat each other out. I'll bet they'd enjoy it. All these high school kids are swinging both ways now. Let's see how they do it."
He went and untied Mark from on top of Heather. The girl shuddered when the cool air of the room dried the come leaking from her cunt. The caked white jism made her leg feel sticky and unclean. She wished for nothing more than lightning to strike the two men down and allow the three teenagers to go on their own way.
"We can tie them together if they don't show enough energy at eating each other's cunts," said Mr. Larson, getting excited about the prospect of watching Heather and Lynn licking the other's pussies. He moved the redhead over and flipped her around until she lay directly on top of the girl on the floor.
For a moment, Heather almost gagged as he forced her head between the blonde's legs. The stench of urine was so strong, it took all her control to keep from puking. But that would have been even more degrading for Lynn and she owed the girl something for the way she'd botched up her rescue from Mr. Elliot's office.
"Go on, lick!" came the harsh command.
She felt Lynn's tongue hesitantly explore the limits of her own cunt, then begin to lick slowly along the entire length of the sex gash. The girl shuddered at the rough, wet feeling. She knew that Lynn might have made it with other chicks-there wasn't much that Lynn hadn't done in the way of sexual experimentation. The other girl was far more liberated than Heather ever hoped to be.
But whether she had or not, they were both in this together and would have to perform for their sadistic masters. Nothing less than actual performance would please the men. And they could tell if she tried to fake eating out Lynn's cunt.
As distasteful as it was, she applied her tongue to the girl's blonde snatch. Heather instantly regretted it. The tastes assailing her tongue were horrible. Piss and burned hair were the two tastes that made her gag. But she kept licking and soon the tangy, slightly salty taste of the girl's cunt juices drove away the other, less pleasant tastes.
In face, Heather discovered she really liked the acid tang of cunt juice. She burrowed her face into the other girl's snatch and began noisily eating her out. She might as well enjoy this since neither of them would live much longer than the morning's dawn. Mr. Elliot couldn't afford to have two witnesses to his debauchery around.
Let's go out in style, thought Heather as her tongue worked the entire length of Lynn's snatch. She worried the remaining pubic hairs into tiny spires, then licked down to the girl's clit. The tiny erectile spire was actually timid and shaking when she licked it into full height. She guessed that the torch might have singed it a bit more than was apparent. After all, the clit was the girl's most sensitive organ. It would respond to pleasure and pain more than any other organ on her body.
She teased it into full erection, then spiraled her tongue down around it until she got the moan of pleasure from Lynn's lips that she had been working so hard to achieve. She knew the other girl was getting off on this cunt eating as much as she was. Then Heather could explore back farther along the blackened cunt lips.
She licked away the burned area until she was sure that all trace of charring was gone. Then she teased the edges of Lynn's cunt lips with the tip of her tongue. The girl began thrashing around on the floor, totally aroused now. Heather continued to torment her with the pink tip of her tongue, then drove down into her juicy cunt as hard and fast as she could.
Heather felt Lynn's pussy clamp down fiercely on her tongue. She hadn't thought the other teenager's cunt would be this tight. She actually held her tongue captive for a long moment, then relaxed. Heather gasped for air, then began tongue fucking the blonde with all the strength she could summon up.
It made her jaws crack from the strain, but she kept it up until she was sure that Lynn had a climax. This was all still new to her and she had to guess at the other girl's reactions. She barely had recognized the come in her own body when Mr. Larson was butt fucking her. The tenseness, the sudden flow of her cunt juices, the intense lightning bolt ripping so pleasurably through her body had been the clue.
Now she played the other teenager's twat as if it were a musical instrument. She dragged her rough, pink tongue along the pussy lips just enough to get a loud sigh from her, then drove her tongue back into the seething depths of the girl's cunt. She enjoyed the way the pussy lips seemed to flutter as she moved her tongue along their blue-tinged edges. Pressing her tongue against them, she could even feel Lynn's heart beating fiercely so far away.
But most of all, she enjoyed the feel of the other girl's tongue on her own pussy. The jism that had caked and dried on her leg quickly was laved away by the rough, wet tongue probing so far into her cunt. Lynn didn't miss a single spot as she worked on the velvety insides of Heather's thighs and then moved slowly to her pussy.
The sensations generated in her young, untried body were fantastic. Never had Heather thought another woman could turn her on this much. But Lynn knew all the right places to touch lightly, to press heavily, to gently stimulate, to powerfully excite. After all, she was an experienced woman and knew what turned her on. It was only right that she use that knowledge to give her friend as much of a tongue lashing as possible.
"Ummmm, oh Lynn, it feels so good, your tongue feels so gooood in my poor little cunny!" she moaned out. She wanted more of this mouth love. It was good getting a prick shoved into her. She had enjoyed it, when her brother had incestuously fucked her, but this was a different sensation altogether.
Heather couldn't describe the way she felt. The light tingly feeling seemed to leap and race along her nerves as Lynn's tongue delighted her in new and different ways. She worked along the girl's snatch from the front to the back, not missing a single spot.
The feathery touches against the girl's clit sent her soaring into a sexual wonderland she hadn't thought possible. When the tongue roughly intruded all the way up into her cunt, it licked out all the wet jizz accumulating there from all the times she'd gotten fucked in the past couple hours. The way Lynn even pursed her lips around the swollen cunt lips and sucked made Heather sure she was going to come at any instant.
Lynn wasn't satisfied with simply sucking on her friend's pussy. She began to tongue fuck her with slow, rhythmic strokes just as if a man's prick were doing the job. Heather gasped, then tensed up. She could hardly control her rampaging emotions now. The feelings building in her trim young body were too much for her.
She came.
The flood of her cunt juices was quickly sucked up by the other girl's avid mouth. The tongue washed and licked and moved all over her cunt hole until Heather came again. This wasn't the same type of come she'd experienced when Mr. Larson butt fucked her or when her brother had screwed her. The sensations seemed the same, but there was a subtle difference.
She knew that it was another woman sucking on her cunt, licking her clit, making her jump through a hoop sexually. That made all the difference to her. Heather tried to control her body but it had a mind of its own. She was being controlled by a single tongue-and she loved it!
"More, Lynn, give me more!" she demanded.
"Yeah," came Mr. Elliot's cold voice. "Give her all the mouth love you can. We enjoy watching this lesbian stuff."
"I sure do," added Mr. Larson. "I always wondered if it was better for them when they got eaten out by another woman. What do you think? It sure looks like they're enjoying the hell out of it."
"These over-sexed bitches would like it if a dog was doing the licking. Know where we can get a dog to eat them out?"
The men laughed. For a moment, Heather stiffened, afraid they might actually find a dog to sniff around her cunt and lick it. Then she decided the hell with them. They'd do what they wanted to their captives. She was going to grab as much enjoyment as she could from their crude forced sexual experiments. After all, she was still close to being a virgin. She'd had her first come, had her cherry popped, been fucked up the ass, been incestuously fucked by her very own brother and was now being eaten out by her best friend in an act of lesbian lovemaking she considered horrifying.
Still, it wasn't that bad. What difference did it really make whose tongue it was inside her, moving slowly, surely, stimulating her to another climax? She couldn't tell the difference. It could as easily have been her brother's tongue working on her clit and tongue fucking her. Or the dog's that the two men talked about.
She knew she was getting more and more excited over it. That was all that could possibly matter to her. She was firmly imprisoned in the wooden stocks, her head and hands firmly locked up so that she couldn't possibly escape. Why not enjoy all this?
Heather looked down and saw the lewdly grinning cunt of her best friend just inches away from her mouth. She'd been so engrossed in thinking about her own pleasures, she had been neglecting Lynn's pussy. That wouldn't do. She should give the other girl at least as much enjoyment as she was getting.
The teenager applied her mouth to the cunt with a new gusto. She wanted to give pleasure now, and from the clues given her by Lynn's eager mouth moving all over her snatch, she thought she knew how to do it. Heather wondered why she had remained ignorant for so many years about her own body. It had seemed almost sacrilegious to touch herself. Sure, she'd masturbated a few times when the pressures got too much for her, but those times had been few and far between. Mostly, she had thought that anything sexual was somehow dirty and forbidden.
If nothing else, she had learned differently from this forced sexual encounter masterminded by Mr. Elliot. She knew now what she had been missing. Her only regrets were that she hadn't lost her cherry a lot earlier-and that it had been done by her brother, Mark. She knew him now to be a kind and gentle person, and one hell of a fine stud. His prick moving inside her juiced up cunt had been one of the finest things ever to happen to her.
He cared. He wanted her to have the best. And she guessed that he was good enough in the sack to furnish it to her under most circumstances. But she had been too hung up about sex to do anything before they were forced to fuck together.
"Look at 'em gobble up that pussy. God, I envy those cunts," said one of the men. Heather didn't even try to figure out which one it was. In her mind, they were about the same now.
"It's making me damned horny. Shit, look at my prick! It's bouncing around and feeling lonely. Left out in the cold, it is. I want to sink it into nice, warm cunt."
"Mine is about the same, Jim. What say we pick one of them and fuck her?"
"In a few minutes. I want to watch them eat each other. It turns me on even more than the other stuff."
Heather felt mildly annoyed by the fact that they enjoyed watching her eating out Lynn's cunt more than they did fucking her, but she pushed it from her mind. She was finding brand new territory that seemed to excite Lynn more than anything else she'd done before. Heather dragged her tongue from the tiny clit back along the pursed, pinkly scalloped pussy lips, then along the perineum until she got to the tiny ass-hole.
She didn't know what made her do this sick, perverted thing. She actually tried stuffing her tongue all the way up the other teenager's ass-hole. At first, the tightly puckered anus refused to give one inch. But the girl kept working on it until it began to relax a little.
Then her tongue surged up all the way into Lynn's rectum. She'd never put her tongue into such a tight, hot place before. She felt powerful muscles clamping down around her tongue. For a moment, she almost gagged, but then she decided this was too much fun. She started running her tongue in and out of the other girl's shit chute.
The way Lynn's legs clamped firmly down on the sides of her head and made her both deaf and blind told Heather that she'd found the trigger for Lynn's orgasm. The girl rocked and bucked and groaned out her joy. And her tongue shot into Heather's pussy so fast that she felt the stirring of another come of her own.
Friction actually burned away some of her cunt juices. That tongue reaming out her cunt flew fast and furious. She smiled a little and returned the favor by tongue fucking Lynn's ass even harder. The muscle relaxed a bit more and she drove her tongue all the way in. Her jaws cracking from the strain, Heather drilled in and out of the wide open ass-hole until Lynn came again.
"Shit, man, I don't believe it," she heard as soon as Lynn's satiny soft thighs left her ears. "She actually stuffed her tongue all the way up the kid's ass-hole. And here we thought she was some sort of naive virgin."
"She was a virgin, I tell you. I popped her cherry. I couldn't mistake something like that."
"Maybe she had a transplant or something. They're doing some freaky medical stuff these days."
"Not that."
Heather was perversely happy at hearing the man's words. He couldn't believe she was really a virgin. She'd learned fast. She'd had to, being forced to do things far beyond her years. Liking what she was doing helped, but her attitude of "to hell with them all" helped even more. She wanted to learn what she'd been missing all those celibate years, and she was doing it.
She didn't care for the stocks holding her a prisoner, but everything else-except the rape-had been fun. Eating out Lynn was pleasurable. The taste of pussy excited her more than she'd ever thought it would. Somehow, it didn't seem wrong for two women to make love to each other. Eating pussy seemed normal.
And fucking her own brother didn't seem so wrong, either. Why should incest carry such a strong emotional penalty in society? She didn't know. It had been fun and she looked forward to fucking with him again, in more sedate settings.
Heather wondered, though, if she would live that long. The two men were obviously intent on killing all three of them when they'd had their fun. It was up to her to make sure that their fun lasted as long as possible. She shivered and rolled off Lynn, to stare up into Mr. Elliot's erection bobbing over her face.