Chapter 6
Terri was in a panic as she walked outside and looked frantically for a cab. Strangely, she thought, there was so little traffic, and it was already rush hour for so many people. But then she realized that it was a long way to downtown Manhattan when she saw a flock of people, work-weary and carrying newspapers under their arms, emerge from a subway station just across the street.
Frantically, Terri dashed out into the street. She had no idea where the subway would take her, but she knew that the underground trains of the big city were usually faster than cabs. "Ahh!" she screamed as something hard hit her left leg and knocked her to the street, accompanied by the sound of screeching brakes.
"God damn, lady! You hurt? You hurt?" An upset cabdriver had jumped out of the vehicle that hit her and helped her to her feet, which seemed amazingly steady. "I didn't mean t'hitcha, lady! You hurt? Say! You saw what happend dintcha? She ran in fronta my cab. Hey, you! I gotta have a witness. It waren't my fault. Come on, be nice, somebody. I can lose my hacker's license if it's her word against mine...."
Terri rubbed the side of her leg. It was barely sore!
Two runs had started in her stocking, but she found no sign of pain when she flexed her leg up and down several times and wiggled her toes and moved her foot around. Looking carefully to see that the other side of the street was clear, she dashed across to the subway entrance.
"Hey! Hey, lady!" the incensed cabbie screamed after her. "I gotta write this up. Don't go off an' then get one a those shysters to sue my ass off...."
"Move it, made! You're blocking traffic!" a man in a car behind the cab yelled.
"You heard him! Move the son of a bitch ... or I'll come over and move you!" another driver screamed.
"Go to hell!" the hacker screamed back at them, then trudged back to his car and looked in the back seat. "My fare! He's gone! Sonovabitch! Seven bucks he owed me awreddy...."
While the frustrated hacker was cursing and being cursed, Terri had walked down the long flight of steps to the downtown side of the subway terminal, deposited her fare, and walked right on to a stopped express train that would take her to within walking distance of the Museum of Modern Art, the N.Y. Cultural Center, and so many other like places. She felt suddenly like a tourist, familiar with the town as if studying a "visitor's map,"
But Terri did need to do something, to look at pretty things and relax. And in a half hour, as she walked into the huge art gallery, a sense of calm and peace finally descended upon her. In the cool quietness of the vast rooms, wandering idly through the winding corridors, Terri found that her eyes were being drawn inevitably to pictures which contained a strong erotic element in them. Plump, voluptuous Rubens, nude nymphs disporting in woodland glades with an assortment of satyrs and shepherds, Venus at her toilette. The beautifully painted flesh seemed to leap off the canvas at her, giving Terri-not an artistic, intellectual pleasure-but a renewal of her sexual desire!
The boldly accentuated nipples of the women, the small but somehow potent penises of the men, their attitudes of abandonment and sensual poses all combined to fill the girl with a sharp, urgent need to have her own emotions provoked and, this time, satisfied.
Terri was aware of a stiffening in her own nipples, she became conscious that her thighs were brushing each other as she strolled, squeezing together the still-damp lips of her vulva.
She had visited the gallery to quieten her mind. Instead, perhaps inevitably, the collection of art had served to increase her bewildered and highly charged lust, making it impossible for her to repress the hunger which was growing stronger each moment.
Her hand was damp as she trailed it along the guide rail. She found herself walking towards the ground floor again, her footsteps leading inexorably to the telephone booths.
Seeing her reflection in the small, square mirror, Terri saw that her eyes were afire with the need which possessed her body. They seemed to shine with a heat all their own, staring back at her with none of the innocence which they had previously contained.
She looked through her diary again, wishing that it gave more information. But the entries were extremely cryptic. Appointments were listed by time and initials only, and Terri turned back to the memorandum pages where a long list of names, addresses and telephone numbers remained her only link with her past.
Terri read through them again and again, hoping that one of the names might leap from the page and break through the fog of her amnesia. It was hopeless. And, finally, she selected an entry at random, realizing by now that almost everyone listed in the diary was on intimate terms with her and knowing that she wouldn't have very much difficulty in finding a man willing to satisfy her.
The only snag was: would most of them prove to be as weird as Don?
She dialed the number and listened to the steady ring, her breath quickening and her pulse racing with the suspense. Finally, the telephone was answered!
"It's Terri, Terri Foster. Is this George?"
"Yes. But I'm afraid I don't quite ... oh, Terri! Fm sorry, darling, I'm still suffering from last night! As a matter-of-fact, I only got up half an hour ago. How are you?"
"I'm fine." Terri sighed with relief. For a moment she thought she had drawn a blank. "But I wonder if I could come round, George? I feel rather lonely ... "
"Lonely?" he echoed, laughter in his voice. "That's the last thing I thought I'd hear from you, darling! The popular, most exciting girl in the city lonely? I don't believe it!"
Terri cleared her throat nervously. She liked the sound of his voice, a friendly, well-educated tone which nevertheless had a certain sensuous attraction about it.
"I thought we were good friends, George," she said softly, putting as much sex appeal into her voice as possible. "And I thought you'd understand what 'lonely' really meant ... "
"Good God, girl, you must be insatiable!" the man cried. "After last night's party I thought you wouldn't want anything to do with sex for at least a week! As it is, I hear you're going to Doris' house tonight for her weekly celebration. And now you ...
"Not that I'm objecting," he went on hurriedly. "I'd like nothing better than to see you this afternoon, Terri. The only thing is, I've got Sonia with me at the moment. You know, the little Swedish girl who I picked up the other day. Quite honestly, darling, I was rather hoping to manage her seduction in an hour or so. I've got everything going for me-wine, tranquilizers ... she's a bit of a professional virgin in spite of being Swedish."
George laughed again. "Anyway, I thought that love in the afternoon might be a good time to catch her unaware. And I know you wouldn't want to spoil things for me. Once she gets going, Sonia looks like being a worthy recruit to our little circle!"
Terri retorted: "You sound rather unsure of yourself, darling! It seems to me as if you could do with a little help! Why don't you let me come along and help to put her in the mood?"
George's embarrassment came filtering through the telephone wires.
"No, I don't really think that's a good idea, darling. Not yet, at any rate. I thought she ought to graduate slowly, if you understand what I mean. It might shock her too much if she came into contact with someone of your experience right away."
Terri felt that, despite the man's apparent reluctance, he was aroused by the thought of having an aide in his seduction of the Swedish girl. And, furthermore, she could tell from his manner that George wasn't capable of objecting too strongly to her wishes. No doubt he was under her spell in some way, captivated by her, like all the other people she seemed to know.
"I'll be with you in twenty minutes," she announced firmly, in a voice that allowed no argument. "I'm sure you won't turn an old friend away-will you, George darling?"-
There was a moment's hesitation, then he sighed and said that he would be looking forward to seeing her. Terri chuckled as she replaced the receiver and left the telephone booth. It would be good to assert herself on someone who was apparently less confident than she was. After all, she reminded herself, I've been the meek little innocent so far; it's about tune I lived up to my reputation!
She strolled out of the art gallery, swinging her handbag carelessly, walking with a jauntiness that caused several heads to turn admiringly in her direction. For the first time, Terri understood what power really meant. It meant that she could make people do whatever she wanted; it meant that she was able to gain whatever satisfaction her heart might desire!
It scarcely occurred to her that she had undergone a tremendous change in her personality since the onset of her amnesia. Terri Foster was a different girl, a self-assured, highly sexed young woman who knew what she wanted and intended to stop at nothing to be sure that she got it!
While she was still conscious of the black-out her mind had suffered, Terri was now behaving as if the trauma hadn't happened. She had collected sufficient evidence today to realize that nearly everyone on the "in" scene-everyone that mattered, everyone with money, influence and fame-knew and admired her.
Why shouldn't she take advantage of this fact? What did it really matter if she had a big gap in her memory? The brooding, the torturous self-searching was over, Terri decided. She intended to get her kicks, and she couldn't wait to discover the further variations which George Lee and his Swedish girl might provide for her. She walked out into the fresh air and hailed a cab, giving the driver George's address, which was a very expensive, downtown apartment building on the East Side.
It had only taken a few moments for her to size up the attractive young man named George Lee. He was successful-a pop songwriter with three records currently riding high in the top forty-but extremely weak-willed. His mouth, the lips overfull and petulant, gave him away; and although George's personality and appearance were charming, easy-going and very masculine, he had wilted visibly under the direct, frank gaze which Terri fixed upon him and the authoritative tone of her voice.
He had introduced her somewhat reluctantly to Sonja, a blue-eyed young beauty with a slim figure who smiled prettily at Terri but was unable to meet the older girl's eyes for more than a few brief seconds. Obviously, she had heard a great deal about Terri's reputation, and knew what incredible sex orgies the fashion designer had enjoyed.
George's interior decoration showed the unmistakable personality of a bachelor who loved the good things in life and could afford them. They were at present in the living room, an airy, but low-ceilinged area, sipping a delicious Rhine wine. Sonja had slipped out of the room for a few moments and Terri had hurriedly whispered her plan of action to the unwilling but rapidly yielding George.
By the time the Swedish girl returned, looking demure and very, very young beside the two friends, Terri and George had formulated their plan. Or rather their campaign for her seduction!
Stretching herself languidly, Terri yawned. "I feel hot and dusty! Mind if I take a shower, darling? The weather is so sticky nowadays!"
"Go ahead," George invited. "You know where the bathroom is, don't you?"
Terri got up and cocked her head on one side. "Do you know something?" she announced, frowning. "I've completely forgotten!" Appealingly, she held out her hand to Sonja. "Come and show me," Terri pleaded. "We can have a little chat ... out of earshot! You know what men are, they get irritated by what they call girl talk."
They linked arms and left the room, leaving George to take a deep breath and wonder what the hell he had let the poor Swedish girl in for!
In the bathroom, Terri stripped off her dress while Sonja modestly cast her eyes down at the floor, pretending not to be shy and embarrassed by the informality of the girl's actions. During her short stay in the U.S., Sonja had quickly learned that Stockholm had been outstripped by New York so far as uninhibited behavior went. And for a girl who came from a small town, Sonja was receiving quite a few shocks from the philosophy and action around her.
Her eyes on Terri's ankles-not letting them stray higher up the girl's legs-she watched her new friend step into the shower stall. But Terri made no attempt to draw the plastic curtains. Sonja shrugged placidly. She came from a large family; feminine nudity wasn't strange to her, and the last thing she could have suspected was that Terri had Lesbian designs on her!
But when she finally raised her eyes and saw that Terri was still wearing her pretty, very tight fitting panties, Sonja frowned. The hot and cold jets were streaming down the girl's body, already making the briefs wet so that they clung even more revealingly to her hips and crotch.
"Excuse me," Sonja began timidly. "I think you've forgotten something, Terri!"
Shyly, she pointed at the wet panties. Terri glanced down at herself.
"Stupid of me!" she exclaimed. "Oh, dear, they're absolutely wringing wet! Oh well, there's no point in taking them off now, I suppose. I might just as well keep them on until I'm ready to wash between my legs!"
Terri tucked her fingers into the waistband and deliberately pulled the briefs up higher, making quite certain that they bit into the center of her cunt, revealing the division between her sex lips and showing quite plainly the puffy bulge on either side of the plump little mound.
Sonja blushed. She found it increasingly difficult to take her eyes away from the sexy, provocative sight of Terri's sweet and rather attractive pussy. And now that steam was rapidly filling the shower stall and Terri was tilting her head into the spray, her eyes closed, the Swedish girl stared almost hypnotically at the area of Terri's body where her panties accentuated the most intimate portion of her charms.
Later, Sonja couldn't remember at all how it came about that she stepped under the shower with Terri, first removing her blouse and skirt and unfastening her brassiere!
But, moments later, there she was, stripped down to her own, lace-edged panties, rubbing a large, soapy sponge across Terri's back and shoulders. The stall wasn't really large enough for the two girls; which meant that Sonja was forced to stand extremely close to Terri, their bodies touching, her pert and gently lolling breasts coming into unavoidable contact with the sleek, wet flesh of the older girl's back.
Terri had assured her that she always carried at least three extra pairs of spare panties, but the invitation to join the girl under the spray, keeping her pants on "for modesty," as Terri laughingly phrased it, was somehow too irresistable for the easily led Sonja.
She had to admit that the warmth and girlish intimacy of their position was rather exciting. Sonja giggled to herself, sliding the big yellow sponge over Terri's delicately curved shoulders and letting it rub firmly across the girl's chest. Terri seemed to be leaning back slightly, making Sonja hold her a little tighter in order to maintain her balance. But since the shared-shower had already taken on some of the aspects of a schoolgirl prank, Sonja merely put her other arm more securely about Terri's waist and they cuddled together, the Swedish girl's breasts now pressed snugly to Terri's back, the firm and sweetly rounded globes squashed lusciously!
Then, Terri was turning herself so that the spray hit a different area of her body. She judged her movement nicely, causing Sonja's hand-the one which was holding the sponge-to pass warmly across both her breasts. And as the Swedish girl twisted around with her, the slippery sponge fell almost inevitably through her fingers to the wet floor! Which left Sonja's open palm closing tightly around one of Terri's gorgeously moist titties!
"Oh, it doesn't matter about the sponge," Terri cried. "I'm sure you can help me to wash without it, can't you, darling?"
With her fingers straying curiously over the stiff bud of Terri's nipple, Sonja was too aroused to even feel embarrassed any more! She traced a slow, exploratory pattern with the tips of her fingers across the hard, svelte bump, making the red nipple move and wobble. It grew even harder, the flesh which surrounded the protuberance rising and falling beneath her cupped hand.
Time stood still for the girls as they reveled under the luxuriant warmth of the ever-falling water; Sonja slowly growing bolder, moving her other hand down over the flat of Terri's belly so that her fingers could caress the crotch of the older girl's panties.
But Terri didn't want her eager little partner to get overexcited before George put in his appearance. She waited until Sonja had begun, timidly at first, to worm her fingers down under the waistband; let the girl's digits fondle into the wet hair around her cunt, then sighed reluctantly and twisted around in Terri's embrace, forcing the girl's hands to fall away from her sex pants.
Terri kissed the Swedish girl's mouth, inserting her tongue between the wet, eager lips and tasting the luscious juice of Sonja's saliva. Their communication was simple and direct. Both girls wanted one thing only, and Sonja was too inflamed to think about the unusual aspect of their passion. Only half an hour ago, she had been trying to think of ways to thwart George's seduction. Now, wifh-'n a few minutes of meeting this famous and beautiful American girl, she had fallen so completely under Terri's spell that she thought nothing of doing the most warmly intimate things with her!
While they kissed, Terri's hands crept tenderly down Sonja's back until they reached the supple, nylon-coated buttocks. Warm and exciting, the mounds of ass flesh seemed to jut willingly into her palms-thrusting themselves out as if they couldn't wait to be fondled.
Skin-tight, the scanty little garment clung so anxiously to Sonja's ass that Terri had the greatest difficulty in peeling the lace-trimmed nylon away from the girl's buttocks. But she finally succeeded in exposing the cheeks, drawing Sonja's panties right down under the twin creases to leave the bare flesh exposed for her excited fingers to fondle.
Sonja performed the same service for her, gingerly lowering Vanessa's briefs around her thighs and then beginning to massage the rotund, warm-skinned buttocks with a pinching, kneading movement of her hands.
That was how George found the two girls!
He entered the bathroom, having waited the requisite number of minutes which Terri had instructed, and before Sonja even realized that he was observing their sexy embrace, the handsome young man had undressed completely and was ducking his head beneath the shower spray, one arm circling her waist, the other going around Terri's hips.
Sonja shuddered with shock. She tensed and tried to jump away from Terri, but there was nowhere for her to go! And Terri reached out and swiftly drew the shower curtains closed, leaving all three of them enclosed in the tiny area, with the spray still pouring down on their heads.
"You seem to be enjoying yourselves!" George remarked. He tightened his hold on the girl's waists and cuddled them closer, forcing Sonja to pass her arms around Terri once more. "You don't mind if I join in the fun do you?"
Without waiting for an answer, he began to stroke their hips, the easy-going and soothing caress quickly allaying Sonja's fear. She could feel the man's penis, not quite erect, the length of semi-flaccid meat beginning to throb and grow stiff against her thigh.
By the time George's hands had reached to their respective buttocks and he was fondling the two pairs of ass cheeks, the girls were kissing each other again. Seemingly oblivious to George's presence, they rubbed their breasts together and exchanged open-mouthed kisses, then tongues mingling sexily, their crotches starting to grind with Lesbian lust.
George fitted his fingertips smoothly between the cheeks of their asses. His prick rose to its full magnificence; the sensation of rubbing beneath two girls' thighs at the same time giving him a tremendous, throbbing urge. He found the entrance to their cunts, the wet, curved slit of the girl's pussies opening quickly to his probe and offering no resistance to his fingers when they began the glorious upward thrust into the tight passageways.
Terri and Sonja squirmed deliciously, opening their legs so that he could reach the depths of their crotches more easily, and actually started to grind their loins downward, urging him to frig their sensitive inner lips as much as he wanted, hastening the full insertion as if they were already in a state of ecstasy.
George kept his thumbs on the hard perimeter of their ass-holes, using his forefingers to explore the depths of their cunts, searching and twisting inside the hot, pulsing funnels and finding the tender tissues of skin which pulsed softly under the contact of his digits.
When all three of them were ready for more advanced intimacies, George slipped himself between Terri and Sonja. He took Sonja in his arms and clasped the girl tightly to his chest, putting his mouth where Terri's had been on the soft, slightly bruised lips that were still open and hungering for his kiss.
Silently, Terri reached over and turned off the shower. She smiled to herself at the ease with which Sonja's seduction had been accomplished, then prodded George in the back, reminding him that she didn't intend to remain out of things now that Sonja was a willing, melting bundle of desire.
He eased up a little and, still kissing Sonja's mouth passionately, lifted the girl up with his hands supporting her buttocks. As she felt him taking her weight, Sonja clung more tightly around George's neck and wrapped her legs around his waist, digging her heels into his buttocks.
Slowly, he carried the Swedish girl out into the bathroom. Large bath towels had been laid out in preparation for the orgy, making a warm, soft carpet for the trio; and after she had watched George caressing Sonja for a while, Terri joined them on the floor, lying alongside them and stroking their limbs tenderly.
The Swedish girl was moaning softly, her hands running up and down George's back feverishly as she felt his prick throbbing against her open cunt. The sweet torment was tearing her apart, though part of her ached to feel his rod inside her, but she was still apprehensive about being fucked while Terri observed them so closely.
Gently, Terri toyed with her breast and put her lips against Sonja's ear.
"You're feeling nervous, aren't you, darling?" she murmured. "Is this your first time with two people?"
Sonja nodded, opening her large eyes and moving her mouth from George's. She looked so pretty, Terri thought, so guileless and vulnerable.
"I'll show you what to do," Terri suggested. "You won't be so frightened once you've seen George fuck me.
And you can still enjoy yourself, you know. Let me show you how."
Seconds later they had rearranged themselves, Terri taking Sonja's place beneath George, while the Swedish girl nervously got down on her knees so that her cunt was positioned directly over Terri's face. George took his prick and placed it at the thick portals of Terri's cunt.
He was leaning slightly forward, his knees between Terri's thighs, steering the vibrant cock so that it sank slowly and satisfyingly into the girl's eagerly clinging snatch. With a faint sucking sound, the red-veined tool disappeared from sight, gulped down into Terri's sex-box, clamped by the powerful muscles of her vagina.
She savored the overwhelming relief she felt at the insertion; George gallantly driving his prick in and out of her slit with none of the teasing and bizarreness which her previous lover had displayed.
He fondled beneath her buttocks, lifting the cheeks high off the floor so that her cunt was presented to him for fucking in the most open and accessible position. With a steady, unchanging rhythm, George plunged in and out with his throbbing meat, giving her the benefit of every inch, letting his cock withdraw to the point of leaving her snatch altogether, then bearing forward once more, making the rod ride easily up into her liquid hole.
Terri responded with a lustful surge of her own pelvis, twisting her hips first to the left, then to the right as she aided the man in his efforts. George gripped her ass cheeks more tightly as the girl came to sexual life under him, squeezing the pliant flesh and letting her skin ripple deliciously beneath his groping fingers.
It wouldn't be fair to leave poor Sonja out in the cold, Terri reminded herself. She forced her eyes open and stroked both her hands up the inside of the girl's legs, feeling the soft limbs tremble with anticipation as her fingers got nearer and nearer to the top of Sonja's open thighs.
As they reached her crotch, Terri lifted her head so that her mouth was inches away from the sexy, slightly open slit of Sonja's pussy, and then she pursed her lips and blew upwards, the warm stream of air acting like a kiss on the girl's rawly displayed cunt gash.
A tiny dewdrop of secretion appeared at Sonja's naked slot. It trickled temptingly down the very center of her sex mouth, hung suspended for a few delicious seconds, then fell unerringly onto Terri's cheek. And before the pungent moisture had time to evaporate, a further half-dozen bubbles of love juice seeped helplessly from the panting girl's pussy, dripping this time straight into Terri's waiting, willing mouth!
The evidence of Sonja's lust fired Terri into an immediate closing of the gap between her mouth and the Swedish girl's cunt. She forced Sonja to sink lower on her haunches and bring that adorable, pink pearl of a pussy within sucking distance of her lips, then pressed down with the palms of her hands on Sonja's thighs, holding the girl rigidly in position while her mouth and tongue busied themselves at their Lesbian work.
Sonja's body was shaking all over with a combination of desire and revulsion. She knew that it was impossible for her to back out now, even if the raging itch in her genitals would permit it. The point of no return had been reached and passed a long, long time ago. But this notorious Terri Foster ... she was so cold-blooded, so corrupt ... so ... so, so heavenly!
Sonja gasped loudly as Terri's tongue entered right into her vulva and wiggled around inside the hot, throbbing regions of her cunt. She began to rock back and forth, the last vestiges of her self-control suddenly shattered under the stimulation which her clit was receiving.
Eyes clenched tightly shut, a constant moaning and breathing of Swedish love words corning from her lips, Sonja gave herself up completely to whatever designs George and Terri might have on her. If this was corruption, she thought deliriously, if this was bizarre and wild it was wonderful!
Terri was unable to distinguish now between the wetness of her own saliva and the moisture which was oozing out of Sonja's pussy! They had intermingled so finely, become so inseparable in her mouth and all around the fragrant and succulent lips of Sonja's cunt!
Terri breathed deeply of the fumes of desire which were issuing from the red meat under her tongue; teasing the tip of Sonja's stiff clitoris with an occasional dart of her teeth, working her lips every way as she strove to possess the girl and bring her to the ultimate climax.
George was fucking her more violently by this time. His cock thrust in and out with an angry, thrilling domination that made Terri shudder with delight. And his prick was now driving into the vise of her cunt from a different angle, the top side of his penis creating a terrific friction on the tingling nub of her clit.
George had let go his grip on her buttocks, wanting to use his hands for a more erotic purpose. He lowered her buttocks to the floor again, transferring his right hand to her left breast while his other hand reached out towards the wobbling sphere of Sonja's tit; wobbling, because the girl was now shaking up and down in a veritable frenzy, her head thrown back and her knuckles jammed into her mouth to stop the hysterical cries of joy which tried to escape from her lips!
When she felt masculine fingers on her nipple-tightening around the already ticklish and sensitive bud-Sonja nearly went out of her mind from the excess of stimulation. She struggled so violently that Terri had to struggle to keep the girl in position. Several times she nearly lost contact with Sonja's cunt; only maintaining the intimate connection by digging her fingernails cruelly into the Swedish girl's shuddering thighs.
George could scarcely believe his good fortune! Earlier, he had hoped it might be possible to seduce Sonja, knowing that his chances were probably quite slim. Now, he not only had the shy little darling in a state where she would obviously agree to anything being done to her, he also had the unexpected bonus of screwing Terri Foster again!
This knowledge increased his determination to give them both a long and memorable sex-session. George applied himself with renewed vigor to Terri's cunt. He increased his fucking speed, glancing down and admiring the hard-on which made his prick pulse with dynamic force as it sank in and out of the girl's hair-fringed meat-box.
At the same time, his fingers grew busier around both their nipples. He pinched and tormented the red points until they twitched and throbbed maniacally in his grasp; he shook them, making Sonja's and Terri's breasts bounce up and down, then from side to side, the creamy white mounds jiggling in an insane dance.
He could feel his cock and the hairs around the base of his penis saturated by Terri's juices. The girl must have climaxed half a dozen times so far, but she was clearly saving a lot of raw passion for the final orgasm. George remembered that Terri had incredible reserves of strength and her lust wasn't usually satisfied by just one fucking.
He kept grimly to his task, but beads of sweat were standing out on his brow by this time and he could feel his thick male juices gathering momentum in his testicles. Only by exerting a great deal of willpower did he manage to control the valves and keep his semen back.
Terri, meanwhile, was transported into erotic ecstasy by her present situation! She was at the center, the very heart of the trio. Her cunt, which was most important of all, was being well-fucked by this admirable young songwriter, and her tongue couldn't seem to get enough of Sonja's beautiful liquid cunt!
The girl's juices kept oozing into her mouth, and if-on occasion-the flow ebbed a little, it was the easiest thing in the world for her to give the hard clitoris a renewed tickling with the very tip of her tongue! Most girls were extremely vulnerable when it came to being caressed in that place, but Terri had quickly discovered that the Swedish girl went into paroxysms of delight if she so much as touched her clit! And Terri's fingers had also ventured upwards into Sonja's cunt slit, while she gave her lips a much-needed respite. Finger-fondling the wet slot was almost as exciting as sucking the girl's slit, Terri found. Particularly since Sonja was such a passionate, sensitive female!
Eventually, however, Terri's own lust grew so violent that she could no longer concentrate on giving Sonja pleasure. A whirlpool seemed to materialize in her mind, dragging her relentlessly into its center, where a whirlpool waited to plunge the last feeble remnants of her energy into a bottomless, churning chasm.
To resist the force was impossible. Terri slipped nearer and nearer to the edge-then toppled headlong into the pit, feeling her vagina burst into orgasm!
The stimulation which Vanessa's throbbing cunt gave to his cock, sent George far beyond any hope of controlling his orgasm. He drove his rod all the way up into the girl's juicy slit; let it remain there for a timeless eternity while it jerked and shuddered with barely suppressed violence; then released a tremendous gush of sperm which splashed and bubbled to freedom inside Terri's swollen sex-box.
In the same split-second that he started to ejaculate, George's forefinger and thumb tightened involuntarily around Sonja's nipple, pressing the tortured bud so strongly that they practically touched through the flushed skin!
Sonja screeched and her eyes were suddenly filled with tears. There was a terrible burning sensation at her breast, a fire that spread out through the fullness of her body and then found a great, pleasurable, feeling of almost ultimate joy as it settled in her cunt.
But the joy was an agony too, an agony of ecstasy that needed help to bring her the absolutely complete satisfaction she craved. Sonja began to pump her own cunt as quickly as possible, literally choking poor Terri with it, forcing it down on her face until the lips spread around Terri's nose, mouth and chin.
Again and again, Sonja squashed her genitals to Terri's face. And then she gave a loud cry of animal lust, a desperate and primitive screaming and howling torn from the very roots of her being.
Immediately, the Swedish girl found that an easing of the tension began to overcome her. Her uncontrollable pussy was giving out its final spasms of orgasm.
"Oh-h-h," she moaned with languorous delight, resting herself after moving off of Terri and putting her face right next to the American girl's as the three of them lay together exhausted.
George looked down at Sonja's nearby face and asked, Think you've learned something ... how to have sex with three?"
"It's so beautiful," Sonja sighed, rubbing her lips over Terri's soft cheek. "I like it. I love it. I was never made to have such a big orgasm in my life before ... not even to masturbate with myself. When do we do it again? Do we change places?"
"Not so fast there, my darling," George said with a chuckle, joining them for a gentle, three-way kiss of the lips. "The bathroom floor is getting a little too uncomfortable, and I think at least one or two of us are a little too exhausted for another sex session right at this moment. Later, when ... "
"Let's take a shower and then have a cigarette and something to drink," Terri suggested. "I always like to have that wonderful fresh and clean feeling before starting 'round two.'"
After bathing and slipping in to comfortable cotton robes and nothing else, Sonja volunteered to go make some coffee, while Terri and George were sitting in the den. The host sprawled comfortably on a couch as Terri looked around the room, admiring George's choice of literature, his good taste in furnishings. She felt very much at ease with herself for the moment. But, with her amnesia, there was always both the hope and the fear, now, that she would regain her complete memory.
"You know something, Terri?" George asked from his comfortable position on the couch. "I don't think I've ever really understood you. There you are. Here you are. Right now I can look at your lovely face and see the outline of your lovely figure through the thin robe. I've just made love to you. You come in and out of my life so erratically. I never know what to make of it. You can be cool and distant one day ... then you can be warm and loving ... like today. Who are you, Terri?"