Chapter 4
Terri gazed at herself In the bedroom mirror, retouched her makeup quickly, then walked through the apartment and out the front door in a hallway she could not recall ever seeing before. Or had she? Confusion rapped at her mind, but not so much that she couldn't walk right around the corner to the two elevator doors and press the button.
Inside the elevator, she pressed the "!" button, noticing that the "3" button was lit. At least that told her she was on the third floor. She briskly walked outside the building and stood in the large doorway for a moment. The fresh air and sunshine invigorated her. The verdant and almost endless park across the street sent its smell of nature across the heavily trafficked street, neutralizing the exhaust of hundreds of cars.
Then she straightened up her shoulders and turned left as Jack had instructed. The "corner" was barely half a block away, and Terri hoped she made the correct assumption that the mysterious Jack Morgan meant the building on the other side of the intersecting street. A closer look and she realized that he must have meant the old, remodeled but gaudy apartment building that at one time must have been the pride of Central Park West. Its old suites were two and three stories high and, unlike the more recent buildings, never called their "suites" apartments.
After taking a deep breath, Terri pushed the button for "107," waited for the front door buzzer to release the latch, then entered the ornate old hallway and walked back until she found "107" on an oversized and formerly regal door.
After knocking, she was greeted by a young man, his mod, long hair flowing in an untidy mane around his shoulders. He stood there with his hands on his hips and glared at her chidingly for a moment, then spoke with a note of sarcasm again in his voice.
"So glad you could make it, darling!" he greeted her. "Are you sure I'm not keeping you from something more important?"
The girl smiled. "That depends," she told him. "What have you got to show me that you think is so important?"
He flung his hands up in despair. "You're the end!" he exclaimed. "I thought I was the one with all the artistic temperament. Come on!" He started back into the big suite and began to climb the stairs. "Carole's bored, she'll need warming up again." Over his shoulder, without turning to see if Terri was following, he called, "You'd better go straight into the dressing room, darling. When you're both ready, let me know."
Curious, Terri shut the door and wended her way up the shabby bare boards of the stairs. On the first landing, she was confronted by two half-open doors. The young man disappeared through one of them and Terri caught a brief glimpse of what was apparently a photographic studio; a glare of floodlights and a tripod-mounted camera met her eyes. And then the door was closed, almost in her face.
She tried the second door, pushing it open all the way and feeling her pulse grow faster as she contemplated what might be waiting for her inside.
But there was nothing more startling than a very ordinary-looking room, bare except for an enormous full-length mirror, rows upon rows of built-in cupboards. And a young girl, who glanced up quickly from a magazine as Terri walked in.
"Oh, Miss Foster!" she exclaimed. "I was just admiring your spring collection-you've got some marvelous ideas this year!"
Terri smiled pleasantly. "You like them?" she enquired, a little uneasily. "I didn't quite catch your name?"
"Why, I'm Carole-Carol Chambers," the girl said in a puzzled voice. "Surely you remember me, Miss Foster." Then, before Terri could reply, she went on, "Oh, of course! I suppose you meet so many people, it was stupid of me to think you'd remember a girl who only models your outfits!"
There was a hint of pique in the girl's tone, but she seemed to think it only natural that Terri couldn't recall her name. "Jack has been showing me your latest lingerie designs," Carole continued. Her eyes were bright and mischievous. "They're very sexy, aren't they?"
"Of course," Terri said. She was both surprised and pleased to learn that her work apparently consisted of designing clothes. But, once again, the knowledge did nothing to stir her memory. She couldn't remember having any particular interest in fashion, let alone being a successful fashion designer! She took the magazine from the girl's hand and flicked through the pages idly.
There was a 10-page supplement, devoted entirely to full-color reproductions of "her" work. The accompanying prose was gushing and positively glowing with praise for a collection of dresses, swimwear and lingerie which seemed more than just daring to Terri's eyes. In fact, she thought, some of the outfits were very sexy ... revealing far more than they were meant to conceal!
And the girls who were modeling the clothes! They were posed in such provocative, erotic situations! Every one of them looked as if they were on the very brink of sexual climax!
Intrigued Terri flicked the magazine pages until she came to the main body of the text. It appeared to be designed cunningly to attract both sexes with its mixture of pin-up photographs, love stories and review columns. Several times she noticed her name given the kind of prominence which Terri thought was reserved for movie stars and pop idols.
Jack tells me your latest designs are even more eye-catching," the girl murmured. Terri looked at her more closely. She was in her late teens, a full-bodied young creature with frank blue eyes and that mixture of guile and innocence which is practically a trademark of the swinging female. She returned Terri's stare without embarrassment, smiling and deftly flicking aside the long black hair which framed her face.
"Have you tried them on yet?" Terri asked.
"A few ... but Jack wanted to save the more daring outfits until you arrived. In case you wanted to alter them in any way," the girl explained. "Not that you could make them look sexier," she added with a grin. "They really are the limit, Miss Foster!"
Terri had been wondering why she had been asked to the photographic session. Now she understood. They were going to experiment with her new designs, Carole posing in them so that she could judge their effect more-accurately. Presumably she and Jack had some kind of business relationship; he produced the pictures for the "try-out" and sold the successful prints to magazines and fashion houses.
Terri decided that the only thing she could do was play the role by ear. She nodded briskly. "Let's get started, shall we? Change into something, Carole and let me see how it looks."
"Yes." The girl began to pull her short minidress off without a trace of embarrassment. Her ample breasts shook slightly as she tugged the cotton material over them, reminding Terri of her recent intimacy with Doris.
like most young girls, Carole wore flesh colored pantyhose instead of panties. She rolled them down quickly, and Terri was surprised to find that she was gazing at Carole's body with rather more than "professional" interest. Obviously Doris had awakened an urge within her that could scarcely be controlled! She licked her lips as she saw the firm white flesh of the girl's thighs coming into view-then caught her breath as Carole unclipped her bra and let the perfectly shaped globes of her breasts spill free.
Carole asked "What would you prefer me to wear first. Miss Foster? Probably the pants, don't you think?"
Dry-throated, Terri didn't dare to trust her voice. She nodded again, hoping that her eyes didn't reveal her emotions too blatantly. Carole turned to the wardrobe and selected a diaphanous, flimsy pair of briefs, stretching them out in front of her tummy and looking down at them with amusement. Then she raised her eyes coyly to Terri.
"They're sexy!" she murmured. "The next best thing to wearing nothing at all!" And she seemed deliberately to take her time about fitting her legs into the filmy pants and pulling them up over her hips. Almost as if she knew all about Terri's predilection for young girls and was deliberately tantalizing her.
Of course Carole would know about her sexual tastes, Terri thought. Why, it was probably common knowledge among the model girls! She flushed, rather taken aback to realize that other people knew more about her private life than she did herself!
After the newly designed panties were snug and tight around Carole's crotch, the girl let her hands fall casually to her side and posed for Terri; turning around slowly so that the other girl could view the effect from every angle.
They seemed a fairly ordinary-if very bold-pair of briefs. They fitted beautifully, accentuating the curve of Carole's bottom and allowing a generous amount of the girl's ass to be seen. From the front, the V of the crotch was sharply minimized, letting the twin creases protrude naked and drawing the eye down to the faint but provocative bulge of the cunt lips. Even from her three or four feet distance, Terri could plainly see the dark curl of Carole's pubic hair, the growth flattened and tautly gripped by the possessive tightness of the nylon.
A sexy grin appeared on Carole's face. She walked slowly across to a dressing stool and lifted her foot, gradually raising one leg until, with an audible gasp, Terri realized just how daring the design really was!
The material had been completely cut away at the crotch! Beneath the swelling of Carole's pubic mound, extending under the girl's thighs right to the pink pearl of her anus, the panties afforded no protection whatsoever!
Daringly, Carole parted her legs until the entire length of her sex slit was revealed. The lips sighed languorously open, showing the startled Terri that the pussy was totally uncovered.
"How-how do they feel?" she managed to stammer. "Not too tight, not too uncomfortable, are they, Carole?"
"Only a little bit!" the girl returned, pouting and wriggling her hips. "They make me feel rather itchy-and they cut in under my ... " At last, Carole fluttered her eyelashes and blushed. "I suppose it's because I'm not used to them," she finished. "After all, they are revolutionary, aren't they?"
"They certainly are!" Terri commented. She forced her eyes away from the tempting red slit which gaped so invitingly in front of her. "I think we ought to let Jack take a few shots and see how they come out. Let's go through, shall we?"
Terri found that the cool professionalism in her voice came quite naturally. It was as if she had finally found one aspect of her personality which wasn't alien to her, and she rejoiced in her newfound confidence as she led Carole into the adjoining room where Jack was awaiting them.
Somewhere back in her mind-a warning voice told Terri that there was something a little "odd" about designing clothes which were (if the pair of cutaway panties could be taken as a guide) very erotic and hardly-likely to be worn for any but the most "special" occasions. But she suppressed the slight tinge of fear, reminding herself that most of the styles in the glossy magazine were outrageously daring-and that she, Terri Foster, was probably helping to stretch sexual emancipation to its limits.
She pushed the door shut and took Carole's hand, thrilling to the warm, soft fingers as they obediently curled around her own. At last, Terri felt, at last I'm beginning to accept my real self.
"Lovely!" Jack observed. He got up from his chair beside the camera and came to meet the girls. In his open-necked, flowered shirt and skin-tight slacks, the boy looked magnetically attractive, Terri thought. His movements were cool and relaxed, his body graceful as a greyhound; its slim, sinewy qualities making her feel weak at the knees. In his eyes, too, there was a quality of magnetism, an expression which told Terri that he knew far more about life than his age-probably twenty-one or so-would have led her to believe. They were deep-set, almost hooded, the pupils unusually large and black. Terri, as she came nearer, sniffed the air suspiciously.
Her suspicion, she realized, was quite correct. The room reeked of marijuana fumes! And looking past Jack at the ash tray which lay on the floor by his chair, she could see the unmistakable stubs of two or three home-made roaches.
That accounted for Jack's languor, his air of slow-motion. Terri wrinkled her nose. The smell wasn't unpleasant, rather sickly sweet, but spicy and exotic, like incense mixed with dried herbs. But ah the same, she retreated a little when Jack calmly rolled a third cigarette-packing it tightly with the shredded marijuana leaves-and held it out for her!
"You'll have to share it, Fm afraid," he said sadly. "My supplier let me down-I can't get any more till tonight."
Terri took the uneven cigarette. She felt rather apprehensive about smoking it, even though it was obvious from Jack's attitude that she was no stranger to the drug. But Terri didn't want them to suspect that she wasn't quite herself today; she had a nasty feeling that these young mods were capable of taking her for a ride if she told them she had temporarily lost her memory
So Terri accepted a light and inhaled, swallowing the acrid smoke down and trying to act as naturally as possible. Fortunately, Jack's eyes were fixed on Carole, and the girl was too busy with her own emotions to concern herself with Terri. She was consciously thrusting her bosom out, making the white globes lift and point their hard nipples towards the boy, the sides of her mouth trembling as she felt his eyes travel slowly and leisurely over her all-but-naked body.
After the first couple of puffs, Terri found the marijuana cigarette relaxing and enjoyable. It had no staggering immediate effect; rather, the drug worked through her system and induced sensations of euphoria and well-being almost without her being aware of the change in her feelings. She got halfway through the cigarette, then passed it to Carole, feeling a need to sit down and let the new kind of intoxication flow gently through her mind.
Terri realized now why Jack had been moving so slowly, so deliberately! Her feet felt weighted down, as if her shoes were made of lead. And it took a considerable effort for her to cross the room and take a chair which was placed just behind the camera. She waited until Carole had smoked the roach down to its last half-inch, smiling up at Jack as she inhaled and enjoying the boy's long, intimate appraisal of her body. And then Jack swung round.
"Let's go!" he ordered curtly and walked more briskly to his tripod, focusing until he had Carole's body in the viewfinder.
Terri crossed her legs and settled back in the chair, content to let Jack take over and arrange the photographic session. The scene before her had gradually taken on a heightened glow; a sharpening of focus and a concentration of her eyes had taken place. Vanessa leaned back, staring with breathless expectation as Jack switched on the spot and photofloods. Carole stood in front of the camera, her legs slightly parted, her eyes narrowed to slits as the marijuana spiraled around the girl's brain.
The man adjusted the camera and took a couple of shots. Slowly and beautifully, Carole's nipples rose into a ripe, rosy stiffness under the harsh light and the impersonal stare of the lens. She sighed prettily, stretching herself and beginning to grind her hips as the waves of sexual tension flowed through her body.
Jack was now unscrewing the camera from its tripod. He slung the strap around his neck and came forward, studying Carole critically, walking around the girl and examining her lovely curves from every possible angle. She gave no sign that she was aware of his scrutiny; merely continuing to writhe herself gently but excitingly as he circled her and ran the palm of his hand carelessly over the flat of her belly. Terri could feel her breathing becoming labored! He was clearly going to take considerable liberties with Carole, she realized. His fingers were almost touching the girl's pubis, slipping down beneath the tight grip of the panties and rubbing meaningfully over the hairy crotch!
"Arms up!" Jack ordered. And Carole obediently raised her arms over her head, stretching herself up on tiptoe at the same time so that her breasts jutted up even more prominently. Jack was standing behind her now, one hand thrust down the front of her transparent pants, the other beginning to slip across the front of her torso-dangerously close to the uptilted melons which trembled and swayed so deliciously!
"Her nipples aren't hard enough," he told Terri. "We want the sexiest photos possible-and if her tits aren't really stiff, the whole effect is spoiled!"
"Yes, of course," Terri murmured. She kept her legs tightly crossed, almost unconsciously pressing her thighs so that the hot, moist lips of her own cunt were being given an exciting friction.
Drawing Carole back against him, Jack moved his hand until the warmth of the girl's breast was nestling softly in his palm, the white globe raised slightly and supported by his fingers. Carefully, while Carole remained with her arms high over her head, Jack took her nipple between his forefinger and thumb. The digits closed firmly around the base of the bud, squeezing it gently but increasing the pressure until the girl's rosy tit bulged out from between the vise.
He loosened his grip, then tightened it again-repeating the action in a slow rhythm so that Carole's nipple grew to an amazingly full erection. Jack performed the same service on her other breast; titillating the girl's naked bud until both nipples were incredibly hard and stiff.
"Very good!" Jack stepped around the girl to admire his handiwork. Then he went down on his haunches in front of her, raising the camera to his eye and tilting it so that the viewfinder showed her body from the waist up. He clicked the shutter, then sprawled out in front of her, stretching his legs out on either side of Carole's feet so that the girl was standing between his thighs.
"Open a little!" he commanded-and Diana parted her legs, allowing Jack to look up between her half-open thighs at the red line of her cunt; which was boldly exposed by the slit in her panties.
Terri gasped involuntarily. Surely he wasn't going to ... ? But a moment later, as Jack maneuvered himself further down and stuck his camera fully between Carole's trembling white thighs, Terri saw that the photographer intended to take some pictures which would inevitably reveal every detail! A full split beaver!
Carole leaned forward, relaxed the pressure of her thighs a little, slipped one hand between her legs, and began to fondle her warm, agitated pussy, her fingers rubbing and pressing hotly into the provoked lips.
Jack, meanwhile, was busily photographing from every possible angle. In between shots, he whispered hurried instructions to the girl, telling her to make certain poses, to move her limbs this way and that.
It became quite obvious to Terri that the photo session was developing into a blatant sex orgy! She could guess that ninety per cent of Jack's shots would never be published openly; not even in the kind of magazine she had looked through. No, most of them were clearly designed for the porno trade, and Jack naturally assumed that Terri knew all about this activity!
Terri felt more of a stranger to herself than ever before. Surely she wasn't this kind of girl, she thought desperately. And yet her reaction to the proceedings were ambiguous, to say the least. Intellectually, she felt rather ashamed and guilty at watching Jack and Carole become more and more aroused. But emotionally, she couldn't deny the evidence of her own wet crotch and the fast beat of her pulse.
Jack finally unslung his camera and cast it aside. "Time for a break!" he announced. And as he stood up to face Terri once more, the girl could see plainly how excited he had grown. His prick bulged out against the skin-tight fit of his slacks, thrusting out so boldly that Terri observed the organ throbbing in a steady, even pulse.
"You're not going to stop now?" she heard herself asking. "I thought ... "
Jack grinned at her. "Let's say it's time to relieve the tension," he replied. "I can't go on taking pictures in this state, now can I?"
He calmly rubbed the immensity of his cock, making the hard bulge swell outwards even more clearly. There was a moment's pause. Then Carole half-fell into Jack's arms, pressing her body up tightly and wrapping herself around him in an urgent embrace.
She stood up on tiptoes, her open mouth pleading to be kissed, and the photographer lost no time in giving her satisfaction. He bent his lips down and sucked greedily at Carole's warm, liquid mouth, thrusting his tongue between her teeth and running it fiercely around the hot, sweet inside.
Oddly, though, Jack kept his hands at his side, making no attempt to fondle the girl or even put his arms around her. Terri, presented with Carole's back, could see the girl's buttocks clenching and unclenching as she squirmed against the man, rubbing her hard little pubic mound against his pulsing length and caressing his neck and back with fluttering, anxious movements of her fingers.
Still, even though he was returning her kiss with feeling, Jack made no response with his hands! Carole was growing more and more agitated, panting into his mouth, twisting her breasts so that they rubbed from side to side on his chest, the stiff nipples hot and hard against Jack's flowered shirt.
Now, her fingers were at his fly. Squirming around slightly, Carole fastened her open thighs around his upper leg and continued to fuck herself on it while her hand sought the zipper. When she had pulled it down and unbuckled his belt, Carole sank slowly to her knees in front of Jack. Reaching up, she peeled his tight-clinging slacks down and helped him to get rid of them. The shorts came next, Carole lifting the waistband away from his rigid shaft and allowing the massive penis to pop crudely into view, its red-veined length straining stiffly against Jack's naked belly.
After the garment was free of his ankles, Carole surveyed his nakedness for a gloating moment. Her eyes stared up, fascinated, at the strong and potent-looking penis which reared up in front of her, and slowly but surely her hands strayed up the inside of Jack's legs, inching nearer and nearer to the powerful prick.
Jack stood quite passively, his hands loosely on his hips, watching the girl's fingers creep up his thighs and approach his cock. Only when Carole actually took his tool in her hands and started to massage it in both palms did Jack show any reaction.
He shifted his legs more widely apart and put his hands on Carole's head, going down gradually to a sitting position on the floor and forcing the girl to come with him.
She was soon kneeling between Jack's thighs, her face only inches away from the cock which her fingers were caressing. She seemed to be staring in fascination at the way she could make the foreskin slide up and down over the glans; and she kept stretching the delicate, thin skin to its limit, making the raw underneath of the prick grow more inflamed.
Jack was now lying on his back, stretched out with both hands interlocked comfortably around the back of his head. His eyes had closed and he was moving his hips in a tense up an down rhythm, evidently content to let Carole take the initiative for the time being.
Silently, Terri slipped from her chair and approached the couple. She sat inconspicuously on the floor at their side, no more than a few feet away, and watched excitedly as Carole manipulated the raging penis.
The girl was experimenting with the various poses it could be forced to adopt. She pressed it squarely into his nude belly, pushing down with the palm of her hand. Then, abruptly releasing the pressure, Carole made the cock spring back into position, excitement reverberating all down its length. Next, she gripped it firmly and twisted the stem so that it pointed downwards towards Jack's feet, the unnatural position making him grimace with pain.
By now, all three of them were completely under the influence of the marijuana. Inhibitions were completely shed, their minds opened up to innumerable sexual possibilities.
From the corner of her eye, Carole noticed that Terri had drawn nearer. She glanced at the other ghi and indicated with her eyes that Terri should now join her in playing with Jack's prick. But first of all, Terri decided that she should undress herself! It wouldn't do for her to be the only one who looked "respectable," she thought. And she quickly unbuttoned her dress and removed it, then took off her bra and allowed her breasts to be admired by both Jack and Carole!
Terri was about to continue undressing-her fingers about to unfasten the clasps of her garter, when Carole stopped her.
"Keep your stockings on, darling," the girl advised. "Jack's really wild about garter belts and stockings! I know he'd like one of us to be wearing them!"
However, she indicated approval when Terri started to wriggle out of her panties, staring without a trace of embarrassment or guilt, her eyes peering inquisitively into the tangle of pubic hair, trying to make out the half-hidden lips of Terri's cunt as the girl lifted her legs and peeled the briefs down.
Carole was still holding Jack's prick in its rather uncomfortable position, forcing it almost between the boy's thighs and out of sight. A wicked, impish smile appeared on the girl's mouth. "Open your legs, Jack," she told him. "That cock of yours shouldn't be sticking out like that, you naughty boy!"
His eyes again closed, Jack seemed to give himself up entirely to the wishes of the girls. He let his legs slip apart, yielding to their demands and letting his arms sprawl out on the floor at his side.
Carole's eyes now gleamed with mischief. As if Jack were no longer in the room, she said to Terri, "Do you remember the last time we played this little game with him, darling?"
Terri could recall nothing of the kind, but she nodded quickly-eager to see what Carole was going to propose.
"I've been looking forward so much to doing it again, haven't you?"
Again, Terri nodded her agreement.
"It's so sexy, somehow to pretend that he hasn't got one!" Carole was purring with pleasure, her face flushed as she aroused herself to even greater heights of desire by talking about what she was going to do.
And Terri, now that she dimly understood what the "little game" meant, found herself responding eagerly to Carole's hotly whispered instructions.
The two girls, Terri wearing only her black garter belt and sheer stockings, Carole in nothing but her daring cutaway panties, knelt beside Jack. She tucked the boy's penis firmly between his thighs and then shut them, making the hard cock disappear from view!
Terri, meanwhile, had unbuttoned Jack's shirt and opened it so that his chest was exposed to her hands. She caressed the smooth, hairless flesh, noting the rather large nipples which responded just like a girl's when her fingers teased them.
"There!" Carole breathed. "You're just like us, aren't you, darling?" She gazed proudly on her handiwork. Only a plump fold of skin could be seen between Jack's tightly shut thighs now. Because, with one hand, Carole was holding his prick hard, making it throb helplessly against his own anus!
She bent her mouth down and began to kiss lovingly all around the hairy crotch, her lips parting so that her tongue could also enjoy the sensation of coming into contact with the boy's apparently prick-less genital region.
While she couldn't quite understand it, Terri had to admit that she was deriving a considerable thrill from the emasculation of Jack. Playing with his nipples and sucking on them, she could almost deceive herself into thinking that she was again caressing Doris, especially since the woman's breasts were so small and boyish.
Ignoring the occasional moan which escaped his lips, Terri and Carole proceeded with their sexy torment. No matter how much Jack strove to assert himself, they forced him to bend to their will. He could do nothing! Although his cook must have ached and yearned violently to assume its virile posture, Jack himself evidently got a kick out of this reversal of the sexes. He could no longer keep his body entirely still; several times he writhed and twisted, as if to plead silently with the two females for mercy.
Firmly holding his cock underneath his crotch, Carole kissed and petted the flatness of his loins, murmuring sweet endearments to him while Terri teased his nipples and ran her wet lips all over his chest.
Finally, Carole slid herself upwards until she was reclining at full length on top of Jack's body, Terri making way for her rather reluctantly. The girl kissed Jack's mouth tenderly, shifting her breasts provocatively and rubbing her hard pubic down on the boy's still-prickless mound.
Slowly, the couple turned onto their sides-giving Terri a splendid opportunity to wriggle down and view the enormity of Jack's cock as it stuck out of his tightly closed legs.
Carole was gripping the prick halfway down its length, the girl's fingers clasped tightly around the imprisoned rod. Gently, Terri disengaged Carole's hand, replacing it with her own. And while Carole cuddled and kissed the boy, running her fingers up and down his back, Terri licked her lips in preparation for the treat that was in store for them.
She positioned herself so that her mouth could reach Jack's prick comfortably, then closed her fingers firmly around the red rod which bulged so ominously and unnaturally at the rear of the boy's thighs. His balls were squeezed through his legs, too, and the sight of the sex organs displaced in this way gave Terri a violently erotic thrill.
Terri started by kissing Jack's buttocks, her lips softly and wetly rubbing against the small round things while her fingers excited his prick to a fierce, slippery throbbing. She gradually moved her mouth nearer and nearer to his cock, finally stretching her lips as wide as possible and lowering them over the red crest.
Hot and pulsing, the male organ slid deeper into Terri's mouth. The girl bore her face down so that she could swallow it as much as she was able, feeling the foreskin slipping back along the shaft as her lips tightened around the stem.
At once, a violent trembling seized the rod and Terri knew that only its bent position was preventing Jack from losing his load there and then. A deep groan came from him, but Carole made it obvious that she had no intention of allowing him a respite!
"There, there!" she cooed. "What's the matter, darling? Is your cunt all itchy, then?"
He squirmed against her, but with Terri's mouth securely wrapped around his prick and Carole's arms holding him strongly against her body, he could do very little to stop the teasing ... .
And now Terri had a rather clever idea. She slipped one hand under Jack's crotch and, using her palm to keep his balls and prick wedged between his thighs, began to finger her way into Carole's cunt!
Feeling the wet, sticky lips yield instantly to her probing, Terri realized that the other girl was incredibly excited by what she was doing to Jack. In fact, it was hard to tell which of the pair was enjoying the perverse game the most! Quite apart from the unusual sex pleasure, there was the marijuana to be taken into account; Terri knew that she herself was greatly intoxicated by what she had smoked. And Jack and Carole were certainly high on the drug.
It was a delicious sensation for Terri to frig her fingers into Carole's warm, tight pussy and, at the same time, suck deeply on a male prick! The girl felt as if the experience was lasting forever. Time had ceased to exist and she was floating on clouds of buoyant hedonism.
But all good things must come to an end and despite Terri's silent protest, Carole eventually decided that the fantasy must end, that it was time for Jack to reassert his masculinity.
"What have you got here?" she cried in assumed amazement, groping between his legs and closing her fingers around the portion of cock which wasn't imbedded in Terri's mouth. "Why, darling! I do believe ... !"
She forced Terri to stop sucking, then drew the saliva-coated cock around to its proper place. "Mmmm!" she gasped. "This feels lovely!" Her fingers worked up and down the shaft, exploring it with an experienced touch, the pads of her digits gliding softly and caressingly up and over the glans, then pulling the cock against the softness of her belly.
Fury seemed to erupt in Jack. He seized Carole by her shoulders, turning the girl over onto her back. Helpless to interfere, Terri's fingers slid out of the cunt which she had been enjoying so much, leaving her a miserable onlooker at the couple's lust.
With her knees up, Carole received the full brunt of Jack's cock inside her pussy as he penetrated her with one quick, savage thrust. His prick drove wildly on, cramming through the sticky, yielding passageway until every inch of its potent thickness was devoured by the gaping red flesh.
Tensely, they started to fuck. Jack's naked belly slapping against Carole's briefs, his dick plunging again and again into the raw slit which was left naked by the design of the girl's panties.
Terri had no intention of being left out in the cold for too long. She wanted the satisfaction of being fucked by Jack as well as Carole, and she rolled nearer to them, deciding that her best bet would be to give Jack a display of her charms and encourage him to change partners!
Terri wriggled forward and knelt down over Carole's face. Then, slowly, she let herself go backwards, supporting herself with her hands, until her cunt was stretched open and her buttocks were brushing Carole's nose and mouth.
The first reaction, as it happened, came from Carole herself! The girl was quick to seize the golden opportunity which was being presented to her, and she none too gently pulled Terri's ass cheeks well open, extending her tongue as far as possible so that she was able to lick upwards into the warm divide and search for the opening of Terri's anus!
Although this wasn't quite the response which Terri had hoped to inspire, she found the ticklish sensation of Carole's hot, wet tongue rather exciting, especially when the girl curled it over and began to press it right up into her rear hole.
Moments later, her dream came true! Jack, whose hands had been squeezing and fondling at Carole's breasts, now alighted upon her open thighs. His fingers caressed the inside of her stockinged legs, lingering for ages on the particular area where her stockings joined her garters-and then she felt his urgent hands on her belly as his thumbs stretched downwards to find the beginning of her cunt lips.
Time stood still for Terri. Her pulse increased and her heart thumped frighteningly as Jack deliberately delayed the moment when his thumbs would begin to peel her cunt apart. At first, they merely caressed the outer lips, rubbing softly up and down the intimate folds, but not yet fingering them open.
When she felt her sex parts finally exposed utterly to his wandering fingers, a wonderful sensation of pleasure streamed through her entire body. She quivered in every ounce of her being, glorying in the exquisite perversity of being cunt and ass felt at one and the same time!
But what was happening to her now? Ah yes, Terri realized! Carole had generously stretched both her hands up and was cupping her breasts, revolving and twisting the globes with her tender young fingers, paying particular attention to the cherries of her nipples and making them as hard and swollen as her own!
Jack had frigged both his thumbs well into her cunt by this time. The boy's thick digits were opening the gash to its widest extent, pushing into the slit and giving her clitoris a long and delicious inspection.
While her present position wasn't particularly comfortable, Terri wouldn't have changed it for a feather bed at the moment! Her sexual regions were being bathed in the sweetest possible affection, and yet she knew that Jack and Carol were still fucking each other as strongly and as urgently as before. This knowledge merely added to Terri's feeling of warmth towards the couple. They could still find time to insure her satisfaction, she thought blissfully. And even if it turned out that, on this occasion, she wasn't actually fucked by Jack, Terri was convinced that there would be many other opportunities for them to get-together.
Jack's mouth was pressed against her belly now and he seemed to be most interested in kissing the taut elastic of her garter belt. His lips moved hungrily along the webbing, his tongue licking the intimate garment and breath coming hot and fast against the girl's navel.
He tired of this pleasure, much to Terri's delight, and very soon she could feel his mouth going further and further towards the pungent smelling hole of her pussy!
Slowly, his thumbs moved away from the slit, making room for the much more pleasurable contact of his lips. Jack kissed the hard little pearl of her clit, petting it deliriously before his lips came tightly together around the sensitive button and sucked lingeringly on it.
Reducing the girl to hysteria by this fantastically exciting treatment, Jack pushed his tongue out and waggled it from side to side, making the lips of Terri's cunt tingle with a new kind of thrill.
And when he finally got around to the task of cunt licking her thoroughly, Terri was seething and melting with ecstasy. Her delicate pussy was ablaze with sensation. It throbbed and itched with mad delight, her secretions oozed into Jack's waiting mouth, her ass pumping up and down on poor Carole's face; although the girl seemed to enjoy having her lips smeared with the male and female sex juices!
As she became carried helplessly nearer to her orgasm, Terri cried out loud with passion, her sexual frenzy overcoming her completely and dissolving her senses in a wild, subterranean lake which was warm and electric with pleasant tingling sensations.
A quickening of the bodies beneath her told Terri that Jack and Carole were also approaching a mutual climax, their intermingled organs working frantically so as to achieve the moment of orgasm in the same split second.
With a heartfelt roar, Jack shot his load into Carole's cunt, releasing the torrent of creamy foam just as the girl raised her hips off the floor and shuddered to her own
Climax.
But Terri's cunt wasn't forgotten, despite the intensity of Jack's orgasm. He valiantly kept his mouth glued to the girl's pink and pouting pussy, drawing hard on the inner lips until Terri had exhausted every bit of her love juice and strength in a violent, sustained climax.
"I still can't believe it!" Jack exclaimed. "You mean, you really don't know who you are? You're not kidding-you've lost your memory completely?"
Terri nodded uncomfortably. They were over the effects of the marijuana and the sex now, all three of them sitting cross-legged on the floor drinking black coffee. She and Carole were still in a state of nearly complete undress, but Jack had buttoned his shirt and drawn his trousers on again. After their intimacy, Terri hadn't been able to keep her secret any longer. Anyway, she consoled herself, did it really matter if Jack and Carole knew about her amnesia?
They didn't seem to be the kind of people who would take advantage of her as she had feared at first. They were both casual, friendly and really rather innocent, despite the credo of free love which they both preached and practiced. And Terri had been amused to find that their first reaction to her confession had been an immediate assumption that she was kidding them, playing a practical joke for their amusement! Exactly like Doris, she had thought.
And then Terri realized that she, too, would have reacted in precisely the same way if somebody told her that they were suffering from amnesia. In this flippant, amoral society, where sick jokes abounded and kidding about important things such as mental illness was merely one way of keeping them at bay, you couldn't really expect to be taken seriously. Not at first, anyway.
"What are you going to do about it?" Carole asked. She set her cup in its saucer and cocked her head on one side. "I thought people who lost their memories were kept under observation-in hospitals?"
"There doesn't seem to be anything the matter with me," Terri explained. "Apart from the amnesia, I mean. Everything else is working just fine. It seems to me that what I need is a good memory-jogger. You know, something to go snap in my mind and bring the past back."
"And you thought we might do the trick?" Jack smiled. "But we didn't. Is that right?"
"Right." Terri sighed. "But it was very exciting finding out if you were the answer. Very exciting indeed! If anything, I feel more confused than ever. I don't seem to be the kind of person I feel I am at all! All this-all this sex," Terri giggled. "Tell me am I really as wild as this? Since this morning, when the amnesia started, I've only met three people. All of them, without exception, took it for granted that I ... well, that I was oversexed and bisexual into the bargain!"
"There's only one answer to that," Jack said slowly. "Since you've responded to these situations, yes, you must be free and easy with sex and drugs. You took it all without a murmur of protest, didn't you?"
"But only to experiment," Terri protested. "I wanted to find out about my past, and the only way to do that was by-by accepting any experiences that were offered."
"Oh yeah?" Jack's tone of voice was still friendly but there was an element of mockery in it. "You know something, Terri? I think you're playing a game with yourself!" He stared into her eyes and the intensity of his gaze made Terri feel suddenly guilty, as if she knew what he was going to suggest and feared the truth of his diagnosis.
"Maybe I'd better start by telling you a few home truths about yourself, baby! Then you'll see what I'm driving at. First of all, you're a rich, talented bitch who is cornering the market in sexy, way-out fashion design. Secondly, you know everyone of importance in the mod movie and TV worlds. And if they ever wrote a book about half of your sex affairs it would sell a million copies overnight!"
Jack was ticking the points off on his finger, enumerating them while he looked directly at Terri, a curious mixture of admiration and revulsion in his eyes.
"That's the background, darling," he continued. "The details aren't important, you can fill them in some other time. But the way you've been living lately it isn't surprising you've suffered some kind of mental breakdown. Because, don't kid yourself, Terri, that's what it is!
Amnesia is really a deliberate black-out, something your mind engineered because you couldn't stand the pace any more! Listen, baby: you've been on psychedelics, pot, speed-you name it, you've tried it! That's the drug scene. Now let's move on to the sex scene.
"Don't take offense at what I'm going to say, will you, Terri? I'm not a moralist. I dig sex as much as anyone else. But if you seriously think you're a sweet, naive little girl who's being led astray, you really are crazy!
"Anyway, here it is; to my knowledge, you've done just about everything there is to do with another human being! Girls, men, groups ... If there's any combination, any variation you haven't tried, its only because they haven't been invented yet!"
Carole frowned at him. "You're going a bit too far, Jack," she rebuked. "Terri may be a bit of a nympho, but she's always been honest about it."
"Sure!" Jack agreed with a smile. "Up to now, she has. But take a good look at her! You're seeing the other side of Terri who's been kept in the background all this time, the quiet, respectable side of her personality. She's been lying in wait all these years ... waiting for her other self to crack up so that she could take over!
"Well, it's finally happened. The wild, kick-loving Terri Foster took one LSD trip too many! She went on one sex orgy for too long. Something like that," he shrugged. "It's not important what caused the breakdown. What matters is that it did come along.
"And now you're split in two, darling! You're burying all memory of that other Terri Foster, just as she buried the humdrum side of her character. The question is," he concluded-and Terri was quite sure now that Jack was gloating over her-"The question is: which side of your personality is going to win?"
"You're quite an amateur psychiatrist, aren't you?" Terri said coldly. "How well did you know me, anyway?" she asked. "As far as I can see, you're both employed by me. You take pictures of my designs and Carole models some of them. What gives you the right to analyze my character?"
Jack laughed. "Oh sure!" he interrupted. "We just work for her, don't we, Carole? How do we know what she's really like!"
"Your being a bit nasty," Terri told him icily. "And I'm getting rather annoyed with you, Jack. If there's something you haven't told me, come straight out with it! Perhaps it's the very thing that will bring back my memory.
"O.K. I'll lay it on the line for you, baby." Jack was suddenly serious, the mocking element in his voice gone. "These panties for example." He patted Carole's crotch, allowing his fingers to drop carefully onto the girl's wet pussy and draw attention to the open crotch of the pants. "Things like this don't start out by being fashion designs, do they, Carole?"
The girl shook her head. "Let me explain," she begged him. "You're being too unpleasant about this, Jack." To Terri, she went on, "You see, about three years ago, before you were well known, before you'd even thought about designing clothes, the three of us used to ... well, we used to have a very close, a very intimate relationship.
"We grew up together, at least from the age of 12 or so. All three of us were orphans, we were raised in the same home. And we used to play games-special games, sex games, games that usually involved clothes-dressing up. Doesn't any of this mean anything to you?"
Terri shook her head helplessly. "It's still a blank," she said quietly. "I don't remember any of it."
"AH right," Carole continued. "Later, when we started work, Jack became a photographer and I got a few jobs modeling. You had always designed the costumes for our sex games and, naturally, you tried to break into the field of fashion. Without success at first, until it suddenly occurred to all three of us that we could quite probably make a fortune by selling erotic photos!
"You designed, I modeled, and Jack took the pictures. It wasn't long before we realized that we could make a lot more money by going semi-erotic. If we toned down the pornographic qualities of the photographs, but kept the fashion designs as wild and daring as the law permitted ... well, needless to say, the whole thing was a roaring success.
"Manufacturers wanted to reproduce the clothes you designed (that was the biggest, most successful side of the operation, your designs) and we were made. Since then, we've kept the really sexy, really outlandish clothes simply for our own private games."
"But why did you call me Miss Foster when I came this morning?" Terri asked in a troubled voice. "I don't understand-your whole attitude indicated that we were strangers."
Carole smiled. "You really don't know?" she giggled. And when Terri insisted that she had no idea, Carole explained. "Only yesterday, you suggested it yourself, darling! We all felt that we were getting into a bit of a rut and that it might be a good idea to spice things up. You know, pretend that we were strictly business acquaintances. That's why I didn't think you were behaving oddly when you arrived."
"I think I'd better go and try to work things out," Terri said, rising and gathering her clothes together. "None of this makes any kind of sense to me right now. I ... I'll give you a ring this evening."
"Just as you like," Jack shrugged. "If you can't remember it, our telephone number is in your diary!"
Jack and Carole exchanged a glance of mutual unconcern, an expression of not caring very much if Terri kept in touch with them or not. And Terri, seeing their attitude, suddenly wanted desperately to leave the room, to move away from their knowledge of her.
She dressed hurriedly, feeling nothing but contempt for Jack and Carole now. They had upset her with their alleged history of her past and present; and Terri fell reasonably certain that her first hunch had been right. In some way, they were taking advantage of her loss of memory. What Jack had told her didn't ring true. Terri was convinced that such a story-especially since it involved her childhood-would have jogged her mind at least a little bit. Some portion of her memory should have returned to her upon hearing Jack's version of her life, if it had been accurate.
Terri felt aware of the real undercurrents of danger in her plight. The kind of people she apparently knew could so easily twist everything around for their own purposes. And, since her mind was a blank white page, they could write their own characters and distortions of her life on it, without any fear that she would contradict them.
Terri said good-bye and left the studio as quickly as possible. As she closed the door, a few seconds before it swung shut, she could hear a muffled, stifled laugh, which was abruptly cut off, as if Jack or Carole had realized that it wasn't quite safe to give vent to their feelings.
It made Terri feel even worse to think that they considered taking advantage of her such a big joke. Could there possibly, she wondered, be any truth to what they told her? Perhaps they had made up the whole story, thus hoping to benefit financially in some way, possibly by taking over her business!
She was at the mercy of anyone, anyone at all, who knew she was suffering from amnesia. They could tell her the absolute truth or an outright he. How would she know the difference?
It was terrifying to think about.