Chapter 11
Her first visitors were a man and a woman who had seen her performance. They entered the room somewhat nervously. It was obvious from the moment that they entered that they had been drinking and were drugged. The were both attractive and in their late thirties. They were elegantly dressed, as if they were going to the opera; she was in an evening dress and he was in a tuxedo.
"I say," the woman said, "you must be exhausted." Her tone and voice were cultured and clipped, as if she had been to all the best schools.
"Who are you?" Cynthia asked.
The woman giggled and the man cleared his throat. "It seems we're your first customers. At least we outbid all the others. We'll be quite frank. My wife here loves to go to bed with another woman and I delight in watching and joining in. Have you any objection? I mean, unless you like that sort of thing there isn't any point in it, is there?"
Cynthia had to laugh. The man was being quite direct and a bit droll. "You mean you were bidding for my body? Is Chet out there selling me like I'm some kind of slut that will do anything at all?"
"Well, he is taking bids from various, uh, interested parties."
"Mister, you kill me, whatever your name is."
"You can call me Claude. This is my wife, Pam."
Cynthia looked at them; they were not unattractive. "All right, Claude and Pam, you've won me. But nothing too perverted, okay? Just let me get up and take a shower."
Both of them gasped as they caught sight of her nude body as she got off the bed and walked to the bathroom. Whatever the room she had been put in, it had all the furnishings; everything one could ask for, including an ornate shower where the jets of water played on your body from all angles.
She stayed long in the shower, enjoying the feeling of the warm water, and thought of the couple that waited for her outside. Was she crazy to accept them? No. It was Chet who was crazy. Transporting a female across state lines for immoral purposes. Chet was someday going to end up in a pool of blood. Was she insane to get mixed up with him? What about Mike? Mike seemed so far away and of another life. Mike didn't seem to have anything to do with the couple waiting so patiently in the next room. Chet was selling her body like she was a common whore and he her pimp.
She soaped her breasts and felt her fingers slip and slide over her nipples, exciting them. Despite the animal fucking she had had earlier, she found she was still excitable and, under her own ministrations, growing more excited each moment. She knew now what it felt like to be nothing more than a common whore and she found it exciting.
With a moan, she closed her eyes and soaped her crotch and felt all urges to flee the scene ebbing. Just this one night, that was all. She had already allowed herself to be debased to the point where she'd had a perverted act in front of strangers. A sexual act with a dog! She found she was stroking and soaping her groin rhythmically.
Just this one night, she decided, finishing the shower and finding the woman with the evening dress on, Pam, standing outside the shower with a huge towel held up. "You have such a lovely body, my dear, let me rub it dry for you."
Cynthia obeyed without a word, closing her eyes and letting the woman wrap her in the towel and rub her body all over. The woman was bold and caressed her breasts and buttocks, rubbing them vigorously to get them dry. Cynthia remembered Dan Hoagland's advice to relax, and soon she found the two of them standing face to face, breathing heavily, while she felt the woman's playing with her vagina, running up and down the length of the slit over the fluted edges of her vulva and nestling in the vee where they played with her clitoris.
"You have such a lovely body," Pam whispered, "and I'm going to do such nice things to it."
"Yes," Cynthia murmured.
"Let's go out to the bedroom," Pam said, taking her by the elbow. Back in the bedroom, she looked at Claude's sweating face and said, "Everything is fine, darling. Isn't she a prize? Sit down and watch how I make her hot for you."
There was a sound in Pam's voice, a look in her eye as Cynthia and she exchanged looks, and Cynthia knew that Pam was like her. "Lie down," she asked and Cynthia obeyed, laying down on her back, stark naked, on the bed.
She and Claude watched as Pam got out of the evening dress and stood in bra, panties, garter belt, and sheer black hose. She was a natural blonde and, for a woman in her mid-thirties, she had a good figure. Nothing as sensational as Cynthia, but good. She popped her bra off and her breasts sagged only a little. She wiggled out of her panties and stood looking down at Cynthia. Her bare buttocks were exposed to her husband who sat in a chair by the bed. Already his breathing had become heavy and he could feel his cock swelling in his tuxedo trousers.
Pam sat on the edge of the bed, taking in Cynthia's beautiful naked form. "Spread your legs a little," she said and Cynthia did as she was told.
Pam sat, drinking in the luscious contours of Cynthia's body, saying over her shoulder, "She is attractive, isn't she?"
Claude, positioning his chair so that it was at the foot of the bed facing toward Cynthia's feet, watched, his breath light and fast as she spread her legs ever so slightly, revealing her mound of Venus in all its glory. Her well-formed vulva was just beginning to swell its pulpy lips just prior to the point where her pink moist slit would be revealed. "She has a lovely body," Claude answered in a low hoarse voice. "Go on. Start it," he said impatiently.
Pam leaned over Cynthia and smiled at her, saying in a low voice, "Don't worry, I'm going to be gentle with you." Her eyes narrowed slightly. "Although I'd like to get you alone, I'd like to have you all to myself. But, I'm just going to get you hot for him."
Their lips were almost brushing when Pam said, "You bitch, you delicious little cunt!" And then she kissed her full on the lips, her mouth open and wet and hot as she darted her tongue into Cynthia's protesting mouth.
Cynthia felt Pam's finger running over the turgid nipples of her breasts and felt them swelling and growing taut. Maliciously, Pam tweaked them, knowing Cynthia would leap and that her loins would twitch.
Suddenly, Pam's mouth was locked over one nipple, sucking, and Cynthia let out a moan and writhed in pleasure as she saw what Pam was trying to do-get her hot and horny in front of Claude. Pam's talented mouth locked on her other breast. She knew exactly how to arouse Cynthia and she let her groin roil and pump as she looked at Claude who was down by her feet, straining forward in order to see better.
It was too much for Cynthia and she spread her legs a little wider, bending her knees as she did so. Slowly, Pam pulled her wet lips from Cynthia's nipple and began licking her body with the flat of her tongue while her hands explored down over Cynthia's undulating belly while she exchanged a knowing look with her husband. It was only a matter of seconds before he was thoroughly excited.
Cynthia lay in front of him now, undulating, rotating her hips as she spread her legs so that he could catch glimpses of her wet pink slit in the dark pubic hair. Claude felt there were few people in the world who would understand his wife's and his own sexual proclivity. But, with those that were, he was most excited and wild in his actions. Now, he could barely restrain himself until his wife brought the girl to the right pitch of excitement.
Pam's tongue was now licking the flat, undulating stomach of Cynthia while her hands ran up and down the girl's thighs, drawing closer to her groin all the time. She suddenly wedged her hands under Cynthia's buttocks, cupping them and raising them silently. Without a word, Cynthia bent her knees and spread her legs a little more so that Claude had a better look at her cunt and her tight buttocks that sheltered her tight, puckered anus. Her cunt was swelling and a pink slit showed it moistness to his practiced eye. He liked the loose way she moved her hips as Pam crouched beside her, naked, working to make Cynthia hotter than a pistol for him.
Pam's tongue and fingertips appeared around the edges of Cynthia's cunt at the same time. Slowly, as Claude watched with his mouth open, her fingers pulled the lips apart, revealing the gaping, pulsating mouth that was pink and wet.
Cynthia's body tensed, her back arched, and a low moan escaped from her as Pam ran the tip of her tongue lightly down the length of the slit.
Claude was breathing faster now as he watched his wife lick slowly up and down the length of the slit. Quickly, he began taking off his clothes and throwing them at his feet. His naked prick gave a leap when he saw his wife linger over the girl's clitoris and lick it into budding life.
Cynthia now had her legs spread wide and her knees bent as Pam had her arms locked around her buttocks and her fingers were pulling her cunt wide open while her tongue danced maddeningly around. Then, with a cry escaping her lips and a thrust so that she lifted her hips clear of the bed, she reacted to Pam's slowly sinking the length of her tongue deep into her cunt and twirling it around.
Claude had his prick in his hand now, crouched at the foot of the bed, watching every move. Cynthia had now gone mad from Pam's ministrations and her hips pumped lewdly up into Pam's face, wanting that tongue thrust deeper, wanting to be satisfied by that licking method.
But it was not to be. At the last moment, just as she sensed that Cynthia was approaching her climax, she leaped away and oh top her. Cynthia grabbed her as if she were a drowning woman holding onto a life raft. Her arms wrapped around Pam and she circled her legs, locking them the small of the women's back. Pam spread her legs and their cunts rubbed as they gyrated and crushed their flat stomachs and pelvises together.
Claude was not ready. He kneeled between the women's widespread legs and, holding his prick in one hand, he rubbed the thick head up and down the slit of first his wife then Pam as they both moaned and spread their hips wider. His wife spread her buttocks so that he could see her excited wet cunt palpitating, waiting to be fucked. He could also see her anus exposed and vulnerable, defenseless against whatever he might want to do to her.
He knelt and, with a sudden savage thrust, stuck his prick in Cynthia's willing cunt. She gave out a little cry of surprise and pain at the bigness and hardness of his member. He began fucking her as if he had been hunting for her for ten years and was now going to fuck her to within an inch of her life. At the same time, Pam clamped onto Cynthia's struggling body and ran her tongue into her mouth, twirling it while she tweaked her nipples.
Cynthia exploded into an orgasm. She tore her mouth free to cry out in a quavering voice, "I ... I ... I'mmmmm cummmmminnnnggg!" Then she let out a scream that could have been heard a block away, were the room not sound proof. "AAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHAAA!! "
The moment Cynthia came, Claude pulled his prick out of her convulsing, creamy cunt and, sitting on his knees, he sunk his prick up to its hilt in his wife's cunt from behind and began fucking her just as mercilessly.
Pam reacted accordingly and Cynthia felt about to explode as Claude pounded down, thrusting home in Pam's cunt and forcing their groins together in a most lewd and tantalizing way: like a never-ending chain of first excitement, then cum. Her cunt was wet with cum as she kissed Pam and ran her tongue in her mouth and Pam's body stiffened and arched and she came, a cry choking in her throat.
Pam raised herself on her elbows and the nipples of their breasts just touched and Pam began brushing them lightly back and forth, brushing against one another and furthering her arousal as Claude continued to fuck her with all his might.
Then Claude seized his wife by her thin hips and pulled her free with a roar and a grunt and crawled up the length of Cynthia's torso to where he crouched with his knees cruelly pinning her shoulders down hard on the mattress and his thick glistening cock held high right in front of her face. Putting his weight on his elbows, he leaned his weight forward and looked between his arms to see his great hot prick dip down and brush against her lips.
Pam was not to be denied in what was going to happen. She screwed one hand under Cynthia's buttocks and felt their firm roundness and let her middle finger glide down the deep crevice between the snowy cheeks until her finger came onto her tight and puckered anus. She let her finger toy with it while her tongue began to lick Cynthia's still inflamed cunt.
To Cynthia it was clear what Claude wanted and she seized his thick prick eagerly and wrapped her' lips around the hard, hot member and gently began sucking in a teasing fashion. But Claude was in no mood to be denied or meddled with. He rammed his prick home all the way to the back of her throat, causing her to choke and gasp for breath.
Cynthia now felt herself getting it from both ends and her body was bucked and battered and her breasts jiggled with firmness as Claude fucked her in the mouth and Pam was acting like a terrier with her tongue and mouth. Claude, with a deep guttural roar, spewed white hot sperm in Cynthia's mouth. Her cheeks bulged, full of the hot sticky liquid, and she swallowed the cum only to have another ejaculation fill her mouth. She kept swallowing and sucking until she felt his cock grow lax in her mouth and he fell away with rubbery strands of cum connecting her lips with the tip of his deflating penis for a moment.
Cynthia Barret lay back and did what Dan Hoagland had told her ... relax. She relaxed and let Pam lick her cunt while her husband watched and got excited all over again. Cynthia smiled. It was going to be a long night and a most enjoyable one.