Chapter 7
Terri stopped in her tracks! She was stunned! She turned her face and walked to the window as if to gaze at the street scene below. She hoped desperately that George had not seen the look of sudden terror on her face. Did he know her secret? "Who are you, Terri?" was what he had said. He must know!
And then Terri realized how unduly frightened she had become. He meant the question in an entirely different sense. She was an enigma to George. He wanted to know why she had such different moods, and jumped in and out of his life so often, and with no apparent reason.
Perhaps, Terri thought, he might be the very one to trust with her problem. George was intelligent, seemed to be sincere, and definitely had an interest in her. She turned to him and smiled, then asked, "What would you do if you suddenly woke up one morning and found your memory gone?"
"What would I do?" George repeated. "Go back to sleep and wait for the hangover to wear off, I suppose!"
"I'm serious!" she insisted. "What if it really happened? If you couldn't remember your name, your past ... if the whole of your life was just a blank wall?"
"I can't imagine, darling." He reached for a cigarette. "Why? Do you know somebody who's been through that experience?"
"Yes." She recrossed her hands, trying hard to maintain her pose of outward calm. "Someone very close to me, as a matter-of-fact. She's still suffering from it ... total amnesia!"
"Well!" George grew interested in the subject at last. He sat up, his eyebrows raised. "What caused it? Was she on drugs or something? Did she have an accident?"
Terri shook her head, making her blonde hair shiver momentarily across her face. "That's the whole point," she told him. "She can't be sure what happened to her. Someone suggested that it might be the strain of living. She might have suffered a nervous breakdown because of the things she'd done, the way she'd been ... been behaving."
She was stumbling over her words, a light flush spreading over her cheeks as she got close to the truth. She saw quite clearly now that such a mental blackout was an almost inevitable result of her hectic, jet-paced sleeping around. And yet ... even though she had shown a definite obsession for this way of life, it still didn't seem absolutely natural to her. Terri couldn't really remember doing anything like this before; all the events of the day were still curiously strange, and yet she had thrown herself into the most bizarre and erotic situations without hesitation.
"Maybe your friend needs a jolt," George said carefully. "She ought to try jumping off the deep end. I've heard that's the best way of getting a lost memory back."
"What do you mean by that?" Terri asked.
"Well, if somebody is a raving lunatic, if they can't be reasoned with, if they're ready to commit murder, you can bring them back to their senses by throwing them in an ice-cold bath. Right? O.K., the same thing should apply to an amnesia case. You just have to find the equivalent of the icy water, a similar, shattering experience which will snap the mind back into gear."
"That's all very well," Terri objected. "But how do you find it? Something that is traumatic to one person might not have the slightest effect on somebody else."
George rubbed his jaw reflectively. Then he beckoned Terri to come closer. When she sat beside him, he took her hands gently and murmured.
"It's you, isn't it, Terri? You're the one who's suffering from amnesia, aren't you?"
"Yes, yes I am. But how did you find out? I don't look any different, do I?"
"Doris told me. I think she must have telephoned everybody in town and passed on the news. But don't worry. I doubt if anyone believed her! I certainly didn't," he told Terri briskly. "That sort of rumor goes around ever so often, along with the rest of Doris' gossip. Why should anybody think it was true this time? It wasn't until I saw the look in your eyes when you were telling me about your so-called friend that I realized."
Terri sighed a deep, weary sigh. "It was a big mistake to have told Doris in the first place," she said softly. "If I'd simply kept quiet, maybe I could have recovered on my own, without anyone finding out about it."
George shook his head. "No," he told her decisively. "You did the right thing, Terri. You can't recover from amnesia without some kind of help. You should have gone straight to a doctor, because amnesia doesn't just drop out of the blue, it's a protective mechanism of the mind, didn't you realize that?"
Her lip trembled. "No ... no, I didn't think about it that way."
"Yes ... it's a kind of curtain which comes down and blanks out an unpleasant memory or a trauma. If an event or an action is too horrible for the mind to cope with, a screening takes place. The only trouble about this mechanism is that it frequently blots out the whole o: one's memory, not just the unpleasant part of it. And that's what they call amnesia."
Terri frowned. "You seem to know a lot about it," she said. "For someone who writes songs for a living."
"You don't really think that I'm just a simple-minded moron who churns out nonsense lyrics and instant tunes for the teenage market, do you?" George asked her.
He patted her hand affectionately, remembering that Terri knew very little about him, apart from what he himself had just told her.
"I make my living that way," he corrected her. "But this is only a temporary thing; I've got plans for writing film scores, doing musicals, symphonies! I'm quite a highbrow, really! And if you don't believe me, take a closer look at the LPs and books!
Perhaps you're seeing me for the first time," he went on bitterly. "Maybe it took a dose of amnesia for you to appreciate who your real friends are! Believe me, they're not Doris and people like Jack Morgan or Don Glenn. You've got an intelligent mind yourself, Terri, only you never showed it to anybody! You always wanted to be the flippant, sexy fashion designer, contorting your body in some orgy or other when it wasn't high on drugs!
"I could see behind the facade, Terri! But you wouldn't let anybody tear it down, would you? Now ... for the first time in your life, you've had a chance to start again! You could have picked up the pieces, put them together in a different pattern. But what do you do? You throw the chance away! You go straight back to your old sycophants and hangers-on!"
Terri drew back from him, snatching her hand free and glaring at George.
"That's quite a laugh!" she retorted. "As I remember it, you needed no persuasion! You were as eager as me! And as for throwing my chances away ...
"How the hell do you know what I'm really like? m tell you something, George," Terri continued, her eyes flashing. "Everyone I've met today has been intent on giving me their version of what makes me tick!
"It doesn't seem to have occurred to any of you that you're wrong! That I'm totally different from any of your conceptions! Oh, you make me feel sick!"
She screwed her hands up into tight little fists, angry not only with George but with herself for once again confiding in a stranger. The only excuse she had was that everybody was a stranger to her! Terri couldn't know any of her alleged friends until her memory returned. And she still felt as far away from a cure as she had this morning.
Sonja reappeared then, carrying a silver tray with a coffee pot and three cups and saucers. She set the tray on an occasional table in front of the couch and poured the coSee; sensing the atmosphere of tension in the room and wondering how to ease the strain.
It was complicated for Sonja because of the fact that she was still feeling very sexy. Her hunger had been temporarily abated by the Lesbion experience with Terri, but she couldn't stop visualizing George's prick, imagining the wet, rigid length riding tightly into her cunt.
As she sipped at the strong, black coffee, an idea came to her. To carry it out required boldness and a shedding of all her inhibitions, but Sonja knew that her desire for the man's penis would enable her to see it through.
She got up and strolled across to the stereo equipment, looking through a stack of pop LPs which lay out of their sleeves on top of the record deck.
"Mind if I put something on, George?" she asked. "It will liven things up, don't you think?"
He shrugged. "I don't care," he answered moodily. "Do what you like."
Sonja selected a long-playing disc by a rock group. Most of the numbers were slow, bluesy, ballads, ideal for what she intended to do while it was playing. She set the turntable in motion and dropped the diamond stylus into the groove, adjusting the volume so that the room was suddenly filled with sound.
When George and Terri looked up, their faces startled by the unexpected level of the volume, Sonja began to sway her body in time with the music. She danced in a slow, decidedly sexy rhythm, her hips shaking so that the robe started to swirl up around her legs.
With a background of harshly-plucked guitars and the sulky, mean voice of the lead singer, Sonja performed a showy, gradual striptease; her fingers wandering over her body, now caressing the tips of her breasts, now moving down across her hips and rubbing briefly at the center of her crotch.
The girl was surprisingly good for an amateur, Terri thought. She was pouting her lips, transferring her gaze from Terri to George, then back again. Her shoulders writhed under the beat of the music. And as the drama of the song gradually built up towards a climax, she made her thighs shudder in sensual response, reacting to the half-shouted lyrics and the tension of the music by letting her head roll from side to side and fondling herself with a deeply passionate urgency.
When the second track of the record was playing, both George and Terri were sitting up and taking an intense interest in what Sonja was doing! She had already unbuttoned her robe as far as her waist, making her breasts swell out from beneath the thin, cotton garment; the rosy buds of her nipples showing themselves, then quickly taking cover again as she coyly drew the wrapper momentarily tight across her chest.
She was so excited by what she was doing that the reaction of her audience of two went unnoticed. Sonja began to shrug the loose robe off her shoulders. She was half-closing her eyes now, genuinely aroused by her exhibition, the feel of her own gentle fingers playing teasingly with the exposed portions of her flesh giving her a very special thrill.
Sonja slipped both her hands into the gap of the robe, reaching down until they came to the exciting texture of her stocking tops. She had changed into a garter-belt and nylons because she knew that George was very partial to such feminine attire. And she wanted to gain his approval very much, so very much!
The remaining three buttons of the robe kept Sonja's tummy and the even more thrilling parts beneath her belly hidden. But clearly, from the expression in the Swedish girl's eyes and the fumbling of her fingers, she was about to give them an interesting surprise.
Sonja didn't disappoint the couple! She kept swaying her body in time to the ear-deafening LP, fidgeting at her crotch, turning around and letting the robe fall completely away from her shoulders, only tightening it when the division between her buttocks started to come into view.
She faced them again, keeping her hands to her rear and moaning sweetly through her parted lips. When the preparations were finally completed, Sonja released the covering entirely, allowing the robe to slip to the floor with a gesture of abandonment, the material rustling deliriously down her stockinged legs. And she was rewarded by two simultaneous gasps of delighted surprise as Terri and George saw that Sonja had undone two of her garter clasps (one at the front, one at the back) and then fastened the two ends so that they passed under her thighs and were pulled up tight into her crotch!
Sonja's stockings were still held up by the two remaining garters, but the belt itself had been twisted around so that it was higher than usual and held very taut across the girl's belly.
The pink elastic of the strip which was now cuddling against Sonja's pussy forced the lips to open; squashing them widely apart and making the red-tinged flesh appear on either side of the narrow band. She posed with her legs spread generously, still twitching them in rhythm with the nonstop music which blared in a mounting crescendo from the twin stereo speakers.
Sonja was putting her entire soul into the dance now, her almost-naked body glistening with perspiration as she shimmied and gyrated to the beat. Her lovely white breasts shook like firm gelatine, topped by their peaks of red fire, the nipples bursting forth into magnificent full bloom as she lightly touched them with the tips of her fingers.
Beneath his own robe, George's prick rose in sympathy. It stuck upwards, a giant, bulging engine, throbbing hotly beneath the loose wrapper. Terri reached out to the obviously erect shaft and her fingers glided smoothly up and down it, slowly tightening so that the material pressed maddeningly into his cock; forming a kind of sheath for his hard tool.
While the mean voice of the rock singer pulsed through the room, Sonja twisted the sexily tied garter upward, making it bite even deeper into her slit. And, holding the elastic belt, she wiggled it with tremendous provocation-both up and down and from side to side-masturbating herself in front of the couple until her sex-juices made the pink strip moist and hot.
Terri could hear George's breathing as he stared up at the Swedish girl. He was panting with desire, his prick quivering in her hand to such an extent that Terri thought it must surely ejaculate into the thin cotton of his robe.
But George controlled himself. He sat forward on the couch, his eyes unblinking as they watched Sonja begin to turn in a slow circle; her bottom tight and shuddering, the twisted elastic of her garter almost buried between her white ass cheeks.
As she stretched her arms up in the air-still with her back to the couple-and started to bend deliriously forward, thrusting her buttocks out towards them, George firmly disengaged Terri's hand from his cock. He rose to his feet, the massive erection of his tool jutting out powerfully in front of his stomach.
Terri bit her lower hp. For the moment, George had eyes for nobody but Sonja. The once-shy and bashful Swedish girl had aroused him despite his prim lecture to Terri about her being obsessed by sex! He advanced toward Sonja, coming up behind the girl with his arms open. They encircled her waist. He brought his body tightly against hers, his stiff cock pressing into the divide of Sonja's ass, his hands creeping slowly up the front of her body until they cupped and squeezed on her breasts, fondling the soft tit flesh with insatiable fingers.
She leaned heavily against him, her head going back until it rested on George's shoulder. They rocked gently together; Sonja squirming her beautiful buttocks so that the cheeks gave his prick a sensuous massage. Then, as if unconscious of the fact that Terri would be able to see every movement they made, George and Sonja turned slowly around to face each other.
While one of his hands remained on her breasts, squeezing them tightly together, George slid the other one down to Sonja's crotch, rubbing his fingers over the taut pinkness of her garter and feeling beneath it the pulsing heat of her cunt.
Sonja pretended to be shocked at this advance; pressing her thighs shut and dipping one knee inwards to protect her pussy! Her breath quickened, though, and Sonja gradually gave in to the caress, relaxing her lovely thighs and supplicating herself to the man's wishes.
George explored down the center of the elastic, then examined the sides, slowly fondling his fingers along the puffy ridges of cunt meat which bulged out so temptingly, their plumpness unconstrained by the tight and unusual covering.
Neither of them could bear the titillation a moment longer. George skillfully loosened the knot which Sonja had tied in her garter belt and released her cunt from its snug bondage.
The elastic sprang clear, the clasps flashing, and Sonja gave a sigh of relief as her pussy was freed from the tight embrace. Quickly, George's fingers flew back to their target. He frigged his index finger up and down the swollen mound of her crotch, swiftly making it peel open.
His other hand came down to the girl's cunt, enabling him to take the lips and do whatever he chose with them. First, George rubbed them teasingly together, producing a stifled squeal of pleasure from Sonja. Then he pulled them wide open, showing the watching Terri the red mouth with its complex arrangement of lips within lips.
And then he opened and closed them, making the slot gasp like a fish out of water. The rapid movement of his fingers as he performed this action seemed to drive poor Sonja crazy! She felt behind her back, groped for a few seconds, then grabbed his cock, her hands snatching the robe and ripping the buttons off so that she could take the monster nude and raw!
George stooped down slightly, enabling Sonja to guide his prick under her thighs and make it rear upwards against the hot slit of her pussy. Gladly, she forced it between her legs, taking it with both her hands wrapped tightly around the glans, and softly closing her thighs so that three inches of the cock looked as if it was protruding from her own crotch!
"How do you like my prick, Terri?" she asked proudly. Her fingers stroked the tender pink head. "Isn't it handsome?"
"Yes!" Terri replied. She couldn't control a throaty catch in her voice, a sob of desire whch made her rise suddenly from the couch and fall kneeling at Sonja's feet.
Guessing what Terri wanted to do, the Swedish girl guided George's knob until it could be reached by Terri's searching mouth. And while Terri passed her hands up Sonja's body and caressed her breasts, the American girl opened her lips and closed them greedily around the crest of George's prick.
Terri's nose was pressed against Sonja's crotch, inhaling the perfume of her genitals, a rich sexy odor which wafted strongly from the girl's cunt. Terri burrowed her nose deeply into Sonja's pubic hair, moving it from side to side so that she could enjoy the flavor which issued from the bush more intimately.
Meanwhile, her lips worked noisily on the length of George's dick which was protruding from between Sonja's closed thighs. She sucked on it, her tongue caressing it and her saliva sweetly moistening the thick shaft. Terri could feel the rod burning beneath her tongue. It seemed to twist and writhe in her mouth, almost as if the prick had an independent life of its own.
The buds of Sonja's nipples were fiercely erect, growing stiffer every second under the massage of Terri's fingers. But although she enjoyed being in the center, the Swedish girl hadn't forgotten her desire to feel George's cock tucked safely up inside her cunt. And she began to move her legs apart once more, getting ready to change positions and get the man's dick all to herself.
The rock music, meanwhile, was still shattering the air. It pulsed into their brains, making the trio oblivious to everything but their activity with each other.
It was by mutual agreement that they finally adopted a position on the couch which suited all three. First, Sonja lowered herself down in dog-fashion; kneeling across the width of the couch with her bottom thrust pertly into the air. Then George crouched behind her, steering his rod carefully to the pretty pink hole which gaped between the girl's thighs. He rested his feet on the carpet, his knees bent, his whole body tensed for the first inward fuck.
But he waited until Terri got into position, squeezing herself down between the couple, her back supported by the couch, her head resting on the cushion so that her face looked up between Sonja's widely spread thighs.
While George transferred both his hands to Sonja's ass and started to fondle the cheeks, she guided his cock to the slit of the Swedish girl's quim, wiggling it about until the crown began to enter the wet, creamy slot.
Before she allowed it to disappear entirely, Terri first gave the rigid meat a rigorous frigging, rubbing it with the tips of her fingers until the glans quivered frantically and the corona around the crest glowed an even brighter shade of red.
From her vantage viewpoint, Terri could look up into the intimate scene and observe every aspect of George and Sonja's fucking. She could see, for instance, the throbbing bead of Sonja's clitoris; the quivering pink protuberance looking like a shrunken penis as it stiffly shook in anticipation of the oncoming prick.
As George urged his cock forward, clenching the muscles of his ass and boring up into the girl's tunnel, Terri quickly stuck out her tongue and gave the disappearing length a long, lingering lick!
Confronted by the powerful dangling sac of the man's balls, swinging lightly from the scrotum, brushing against her lips as they stretched upwards, Terri kissed the hairy testicles tenderly.
They moved back as George withdrew his cock and Terri's mouth moved lovingly along the slick coated length of his prick, her tongue tasting the juices which Sonja's cunt had leaked on George's penis.
He kept his rhythm deliberately slow, enabling Terri to lick his cock each time it fucked forward or backwards, feeling her lips suck quickly on his balls when the entire length was buried deep in the heart of Sonja's cunt, and then release them so that he could pull out of the girl.
George's belly was grinding against the soft roundness of Sonja's ass. And because he was still holding the dear, white cheeks firmly open, the heat of her anus could be felt burning on his abdomen; the hole rubbing intimately against his pubic hairs.
George was grunting urgently, his fingers making red weals appear on Sonja's buttocks as they pressed ever more tightly into the cheeks, his nails scoring sharply, his thumbs pinching ruthlessly into the sheer soft flesh!
The roughness of his fondling increased! George felt an overpowering desire to hurt the shy little Swedish girl. He wanted to hear her cry out for mercy, wanted her to struggle, to plead with him not to use her so brutally. He wanted Sonja to thresh her legs, try to break free; he wanted, in fact, to feel as if he was raping the girl rather than seducing her!
George slammed his cock harder and harder up into her cunt, uttering savage groans of pleasure as he felt the shock of his prick thrust through the tender tissue of her pussy. In and out, in and out-fuck, fuck, FUCK!
He was screwing Sonja so rapidly that Terri could no longer keep her lips on his prick! They kept slipping away from the crazily fucking cock, and she decided to move up beneath Sonja and give the girl's breasts a thorough sucking.
Something of George's mania to hurt Sonja communicated itself to Terri. She, too, felt a tremendous need to dominate the girl to prove her superiority, perhaps. And Terri, after she had wriggled herself upwards, her spine resting now at the rear of the cushion, her open legs stuck out over the edge of the couch, raised her mouth to the dangling, wobbling titties and closed her teeth around
Sonja's left breast, taking as much of the warm, fleshy globe into her mouth as possible.
Terri bit deeper and deeper, her sharp front teeth tightening remorselessly into the soft, tempting skin; continuing to maintain the pressure even when Sonja screamed for her to stop.
"Ohhh, Terri! Don't! My titty! Oh, please, you're hurting ... Oooh! Darling, it's not nice! It hurts too much! PLEASE!
Terri ignored the yelps and moans of pain which Sonja was making, grinding her molars into the flesh of the girl's trapped breast with morbid satisfaction.
When she realized that Terri intended to keep hurting her, no matter how much she protested, Sonja's face went white with terror. Already, she had sensed that George was fucking her with rather more brutality than was usual; and now, as Terri continued to bite on her breast, she began to wish that she hadn't tempted them quite so successfully!
Her terror turned to panic! Sonja suddenly lashed out at Terri, smashing her fist down into the girl's face, striking blindly as her fear turned into hysteria.
The blow landed on Terri's cheekbone-knocking her semiconscious. She fell back, her lips slithering away from Sonja's breast. And by squirming violently, the Swedish girl managed to draw her cunt away from George's prick, dislodging it and making him stagger forward off-balance.
The trio fell sprawling together, half on the couch, half on the floor. But although Sonja tried her best to escape altogether, Terri and her accomplice soon grabbed her and George pinned her arms helplessly to his side while he pulled her heavily down on top of him.
Sonja's face was contorted with fright, her eyes wide" with fear as Terri plumped down on the small of her back and knocked all the breath out of her body.
"No!" she gasped. "No more ... please, I've had enough! Why are you ... .? "
That was all she had time to say. George forced her thighs open with his knees, waited until Terri could take over the pinioning of her arms, then fumbled his prick back into her cunt, at the same time crushing his mouth over her lips in a fierce, bruising kiss.
Brutally, Terri snatched both of Sonja's arms behind the girl's back making the fingers reach almost to her neck. She used just one of her hands to do this, gripping Sonja's slim wrists in a vice-like hold. Then Terri eased herself off the girl, lying on her side next to the couple, and, with her free hand, commenced to spank the white cheeks of Yvette's ass!
Every time Sonja tried to resist, every time she made the slightest attempt to break free, Terri increased the pressure on her arm until, eventually, the Swedish girl learned her lesson and forced herself to lie on top of George and submit to her ordeal without struggling.
Terri made the globes of Sonja's ass shudder and wobble under the palm of her hand. She slapped at the cheeks until they grew rosy, feeling an agreeable tingling spreading through her fingers as they came into smart contact with the bare flesh.
'I'll teach you who is master!" Terri cried. Thwack, smack! Her hand descended harder and harder, landing in a slightly different place with each blow.
"You didn't like the way I was biting your titty?" she said grimly. "How about this, then? Do you like this any better?"
And her palm flashed through the air, scoring a direct hit on the underside of one pinkly blushing cheek, making the globe bounce slightly and expose the red gash of Sonja's cunt: where George's prick was now fucking in and out with equal vigor.
Within minutes, every square inch of Sonja's buttocks were stained crimson. The marks of Terri's fingers were imprinted in detail on the luscious spheres, and the flesh had grown hot and tingly under the sustained spanking.
Now that he had his hands free, George decided to ait Terri, help her to give Sonja's ass an even sexier punishment. He reached down the girl's back and dug into the mounds of well-spanked flesh, pulling them wide open. The cheeks, stretched tautly apart, revealed the deep valley between them and the dark hollow where Yvette's anus was situated.
Terri gleefully continued to slap the helpless girl, now aiming her blows so that they fell accurately on the little brown orifice which pouted and pulsed so sexily out of Sonja's ass crease.
She turned herself so that her hand could fall vertically on the girl's bottom, striking Sonja squarely down the hot exposure of her ass, curling her fingers slightly to make them fondle at the thin skin, no more than a membrane, which was pulled tautly by the open stretch of the cheeks.
Soon, Terri realized that her fingers were becoming very wet indeed by the love juice which was oozing from Yvette's cunt around the rigid engine of George's cock, keeping it well-lubricated as it also bathed Sonja's ass-hole with its warm, creamy moisture.
Terri decided to stop spanking Sonja (her hand was getting rather tired of the exercise, in any case!) and thought, that she might just as well frig the well-displayed orifice.
But she could see no reason why Sonja shouldn't perform some similar service for her at the same time!
She allowed one of Sonja's wrists to slip free, keeping the other arm twisted high up the girl's back. And before she turned the fingers of her other hand to the task of probing the Swedish anus, she made it plain to Sonja what was required of her.
Wriggling closer, Terri thrust Sonja's hand so that the fingers were forced to cover the bush of her cunt. She pressed them down. Then, just in case Sonja hadn't received the message, Terri raised one knee and opened her thighs wide, causing the lips of her cunt to ooze apart and Sonja's forefinger to sink thrillingly between them.
A little "friendly" persuasion, performed by increasing the pressure of the hammerlock and Sonja was quickly tickling three of her fingers deep into the flesh, giving Terri a satisfying cunt-fondling.
While Terri fitted her own forefinger into Sonja's anus and forced the digit slowly, steadily all the way to its hilt, George humped his hips up and down, making Sonja's body rise and fall in an uneven, lusty rhythm.
He could feel the hard, slim length of Terri's finger through the filmy membrane separating Sonja's ass from her cunt. It was rubbing provocatively on his cock, exciting it so that the stiff meat beat with furious power, making his penis twitch with every thrust he made into Sonja's pulsing pussy.
Despite the Swedish girl's discomfort, she was clearly in a state of advanced lust. Her naked belly squirmed intimately against his, her tongue responding avidly to the movements of his lips. George couldn't hold out much longer. He was practically on the verge of coming already. And when Terri stretched her remaining fingers down under Sonja's crotch and began to fondle his prick once more-lightly stroking the horny cock as it rammed in and out of the French girl's cunt-he surrendered to the urge and rocked heedlessly on to his orgasm.
Terri felt it first. The insane leaping of George's prick, the swollen meat pulsing violently as the come welled up and started to jet down the length towards its escape route.
Terri closed her eyes and let her fingers rest gently on the cock; feeling the sperm flowing steadily under the digits to erupt in a shower of hot stickiness inside Sonja's cunt. Her loins jerked backwards and forward, using Sonja's fingers to give her an orgasm, knowing that the girl was also reaching her climax by the way Sonja jabbed at the raw lips of her pussy.
The automatic record changer switched itself off. The cacophony of musical sounds was replaced by a simultaneous scream of ecstasy, a wild exclamation of bliss coming from Terri, George and Sonja, as all three of them rocked out their lust in unison, the cries fading gradually to be replaced by deep sighs of satisfaction and the wet sound of George's prick withdrawing from Sonja's cunt, and Sonja's fingers slipping out of Terri's satisfied pussy.
Terri then released her arm from the long and torturous hammerlock for the first time. Sonja grimaced in sudden pain when she tried to move her arm! She looked at Terri only to see a cruel smile on the girl's lips, then screamed in agony!
"It's broken! My arm's broken! Oh, help me! Help me ... please!"
Terri sat at her dressing table mirror applying makeup, a contented look on her face. "On the whole, Terri, dear," she talked aloud to herself, "I think you handled that very well." Of course, there was a big hassle with George when he discovered what she had done to Sonja. But Terri had apologized and promised to pay all the doctor bills, plus a little extra for living expenses if Sonja was out of "work" for a while.
There was nothing else that either George or Sonja could ask for. And although George had turned away in disgust, Terri knew that the incident would not be brought up again. It was over with. And she was glad.
All three of them knew very well that she had broken Sonja's arm deliberately, and that she had derived a sadistically perverted thrill from doing it. But money and fame ad done, the trick. For all his principles, George Lee couldn't afford to offend a girl in Terri's position. And Sonja herself seemed to have accepted her injury as part of the price she had to pay for mixing with the swinging and bizarre jet-set.
The knowledge that she could buy people off so easily made Terri feel enormously safe and secure. She finished with the lipstick and started to brush her hair; running the bristles through the long, freshly shampooed tresses and getting a sensual kick from the relaxing operation.
After she had left George's, Terri hadn't given her amnesia a second's thought. She was no longer perturbed by it. The remaining details of her past would return soon enough. And she felt confident that her lack of any tangible memory was purely a temporary situation. As Jack had suggested, it was probably no more than a sign of stress, caused by the fast tempo of her swinging sex life. In many ways it had been more of an interesting experience than an unpleasant one, Terri thought as she went over in her mind's eye the events of this crowded day.
She had been given a fresh look at what was probably quite a routine, uneventful ten hours or so, had she been in possession of all her faculties! With her past an apparently clean slate, Terri had been able to view everything with the eyes of an innocent. And most of the people with whom she had made contact today would have given their right arms for such an opportunity!
A slight twinge of pain in her cheek-bone made Terri wince. She peered closer into the mirror. Her makeup cleverly concealed the faint, bluish bruise caused by Sonja's fist, but, remembering the blow, Terri felt a small spasm of alarm.
A hard knock like that should have brought her memory back? She frowned, again uncertain of herself. Or was that an old wives' tale? Maybe there was no connection, especially if it hadn't been a blow which had caused the amnesia in the first place. But ... what if ...
The telephone shrilled into her ear, abruptly breaking the tension and driving the intimations of a strange and terrifying truth back into the dark corners of her unconscious.
Terri dropped the hairbrush, letting it clatter to the floor, falling from her nerveless fingers as she jumped with shock. Automatically, her hand went out to the receiver and she spoke her name in a blank monotone. It was Doris Tarleton.
"It was very rude of me to rush away this morning, darling," Doris gushed. "I can't imagine what came over me! Please say you forgive me, Terri."
"That's all right," Terri said dully. "I know you too well to hold grudges against you, don't I?"
"I hope so, darling! Anyway, I rang to remind you about my party tonight. I do hope you can come, Terri. It really won't be the same without you."
"I'm getting ready now, as a matter-of-fact. George Lee reminded me."
"Oh!" Doris sounded surprised and more than a little embarrassed. "You've seen George, have you? Does that mean your memory has returned, darling? Are you your old self again, Terri?"
"Not yet. But it's not bothering me any more. Incidentally, Doris-" Terri wanted to turn their conversation away from her amnesia. It was painful to think about it now let alone discuss it with someone like Doris. "-I understand that George is coming to your party as well?"
"Yes, that's right, darling. And he's bringing a cute little Swedish girl, too. I believe her name is Sonja. She's supposed to be-"
"I'm afraid Sonja won't be able to make it, Doris," Terri interrupted. "She had an accident this afternoon.
Her arm. It was broken rather badly while she was demonstrating a judo hold!"
"I see ... " Doris waited, expecting more details, but Terri refused to tell her the full story. "Well," Doris continued after a pregnant pause. "I'll see you later on then, darling. I suppose you know what kind of a party it's going to be, don't you?"
"I have a pretty good idea. Hope you manage to find a replacement for Sonja, Doris darling! It's too bad she can't come. She's really quite an interesting young girl!"
Terri replaced the receiver, smiling at the frustration in Doris' voice. Obviously, the Lesbian had been looking forward all day to Sonja's seduction! And although Terri didn't doubt that Doris would easily obtain another sex partner for the evening, she felt that she had succeeded in repaying the woman for spreading the gossip about her amnesia.
A few minutes later, Terri was putting the finishing touches to her appearance; lifting her dress up in front of the full-length wardrobe mirror and checking that her panties were completely buttoned! For she had discovered among the exotic underclothes in her wardrobe, a pair of black silk briefs which boasted four, one caret diamonds set in the buttons down their front! The first button was placed just below the waistband of the pants, the last one completely hidden under Terri's crotch! She hadn't been able to resist them. They might not cause a sensation among the sophisticated off beats she was certain to meet at Doris' swinging party, but Terri thought that she could certainly have a great deal of erotic fun with the exciting briefs!
The door chimes announced her cab, and Terri threw a big, cuddly mink cape over her bare shoulders and switched off the lights. She felt brimful of confidence, convinced that she could handle any situation which might arise.
She vowed that she was going to enjoy herself immensely and show ever one of her gossipy, needling "friends" that it would take a great deal more than a silly case of amnesia to get Terri Foster down.