Chapter 4
I just stood there a long time, staring at the lipstick on my tits, and nothing made sense. Hadn't I been dreaming? Hadn't I? Oh, God! Had they really come into my bedroom last night, Marjie and her brother? Had they really toyed with my body, with one another's bodies, had she really fallen upon her knees and swallowed the monstrous horse cock to the very nuts in her passion, then allowed the spurting semen to drench me where I lay sleeping? At least, partly sleeping.
They'd mentioned something about a "dose." Did that mean they'd drugged me? Was I supposed to be out cold while they took their weird pleasures? Jesus God, what kind of house had I walked into last evening? What kind of people were these Buckley twins? I felt shivery and shuddery and I thought of my Mustang, parked a few hundred yards up the road from this house, needing only a little gas to get me on my way. Oh, wow, I thought, where can I get that gasoline?
I dressed in a hurry, first wiping those stains off my boobs, but even after I was fully clothed I just stood there, shirt buttoned up to my neck, staring at the little pink smears on the white tissue. Had she really done it? Really kissed and sucked my nipples, rubbed her mouth all over my tits? Marjie? That wide, thin-lipped, pink-painted mouth? And touched me, too, in ways that no woman had ever touched me before?
Oh, sure, I knew that women did things like that together, and I'd ever seen them occasionally. X-rated movies aren't my favorite kind of entertainment but I go once in a while, and I've watched Tina Russell and Georgia Spelvin bury their faces in each other's crotches while the camera zoomed in to show wet pink tongues nuzzling juicy labia, rummaging up and down the cuntal creases. But try it? I'd never felt the urge.
I got myself under control and went downstairs, looking for Marjie and David. Or was I the first one up this morning? "Hello, Nanette," she said as I peeked into the kitchen, and Marjie turned from the stove where bacon and eggs were sizzling in a skillet. "You're just in time for breakfast." David was sitting lazily at the table, drinking a cup of coffee. He looked up, smiled his greeting. I took a deep breath and entered the room.
As we sat eating country-style breakfast my eyes moved from her face to his and back again and back again, and I tried to make it all make sense. They looked fresh and bright and young and very wholesome-like any brother and sister who live together in an isolated house in an isolated part of the Quebec forest, I supposed. Was that wholesome? Jesus, I didn't know. But now, in the clear light of day, looking at them, it was impossible for me to believe that last night was anything except a crazy, weird dream, dredged out of the kinkier depths of my subconscious. Or at least I could have felt that way, if I hadn't seen the pink lipstick on my tits. Marjie was wearing that same lipstick this morning, and it glistened, ringing the white, even teeth that showed so freely every time she smiled. Which was a lot. I tried to keep my mind on my food and on getting gas for my car.
"Well," I said, sitting back, "I don't know how to thank you for your hospitality. Not everyone would take in a stranger."
"You're not a stranger, as far as we're concerned," David smiled. Did he have a double entendre in that smile? I couldn't be sure. But if last night had not been a dream, then he and his sister certainly knew me very, very well. "More coffee?" Marjie was at my shoulder, pouring before I could answer. "Oh, we're out of cream. Let me get some." And she returned with a little pitcher of milk which she poured into my coffee. I added sugar and stirred, they took a drink. There was the slightest off-taste to the coffee, as if the sugar were stale or the milk not exactly fresh . ..
"Do you think you could maybe give me a lift to the nearest gas station?" I asked, lifting my eyebrows. "I really should be on my way. I'd like to get to Montreal..." Montreal? That was only spur of the moment. I had no plans of going there. Indeed, as soon as I got enough gas into my tank I might turn right around and haul ass back to the United States. To tell the truth, I was just a little bit scared. Of them, mostly. At first meeting, I'd thought of vampires in connection with David and Marjie Buckley, but after last night I knew it was something else. Sisters don't suck their brothers' cocks. Or was that only a sick fantasy I'd hallucinated? Whatever, I wanted to be gone. Now.
David was saying something but I couldn't hear him. My head felt very light and giddy, the way it had last night just before I went to bed, and I had trouble keeping my eyes open. I blinked hard, looking at David, looking at Marjie, watching their faces slip in and out of focus. "I ... I... I think..."
"I don't think you're in any condition to be traveling," Marjie said softly, her voice close and quite clear. Something touched my shoulders and it was a good thing, because I seemed to be falling, falling, falling...
"She's coming around," someone said. David. My eyes fluttered open and shut, finally deciding to stay open. I was in a room that seemed to be flooded with light. Fluorescents overhead, sunlight through a window. A big room. Not much of it was in focus right then, and neither was very much of Nanette Dolan, but I knew that I was lying down and that I hadn't seen this room before. Something touched my forehead, something cool and damp. It was a washcloth, and the fingers that guided it had painted nails. Pink, to match her lipstick.
We were in a long room, one side of the ceiling slanted downward, too low for either of the six-foot-tall Buckleys to stand upright under that slant. I looked around, and saw myself everywhere. The walls were covered with mirrors. Big, shiny, polished mirrors.
In one corner stood a large cabinet, big enough for Houdini to stand inside for a tricky escape feat, and at the other end of the room were a pair of upright beams stretching from ceiling to floor. Leather straps hung limply from high up those beams. Not far away was what looked like a carpenter's sawhorse, except that instead of being just bare wood, it was padded thickly on the crosspiece.
Marjorie took away the washcloth. "Are you feeling better now, dear?" she asked solicitously. I tried to sit up, but didn't have the strength. Instead, I just looked up into her clam, beautiful face. She was wearing the same outfit she'd worn at breakfast, a voluminous housecoat of pale blue that looked strangely icy in contrast to her ivory skin.
"What.. . what happened?"
She stroked my forehead with her bare hand. Cool, a little damp, but I felt myself warming under her touch. "We didn't want you to leave," she said simply, still petting me.
A door opened, somewhere among those mirrors, and David Buckley came into the room. He was wearing only a pair of blue jeans, blue-jeans that fit him like second skin, and I could see in them, vividly outlined, the size and shape of his enormous cock. I gasped. "Last night... it wasn't.. . wasn't..." His cock was fully as large as I'd remembered, and I knew now that I hadn't imagined any of it, that everything I remembered was truth, not a dream-fantasy.
"Last night?" Marjorie purred, leaning closer. Her fingers caressed my cheeks, moving back and forth across my skin till I wanted to jump right out of my skin. But I couldn't move away from her. I seemed to be frozen in place. "Last night?" she repeated. "Were you awake, after all? You naughty darling. You should have said something."
David came closer; my eyes were riveted to the bulge in his tight pants. He sat down on the other side of the bed, and now he and Marjie hemmed me where I lay. God, they seemed like giants as I looked up at them, far taller than their six feet. And I felt like a helpless dwarf, trapped . . .
He took one of my hands and interlaced his fingers with mine. "Nanette," he said in his soft, husky voice, "Marjie and I would like you to stay with us for a few days. We don't get many visitors, and when we do, we hate to say goodbye to them. Promise us that you'll stay?"
"I... I... I can't!!" My voice cracked. "I want you to go to Montreal. I have to be . . . have to be back home in eight days so I can be ... can be . .. " "Can be married?" Marjie interjected. "Last night you didn't seem so enthusiastic about getting married. In fact, if I judged your tone of voice correctly, you were unsure whether you'd even go through with it." She was right. I'd talked too much over coffee and cigarettes, known even as I was talking that I was revealing myself too freely. Marjie and David weren't stupid people.
Still holding my hand, David put his other palm on the flat of my tummy where I lay. I gasped, as if he'd dropped a millstone on me, but his hand lay very gently on me, and he began to rub lazy, light circles on the front of my shirt. "We want you to stay, Nanette," he said, almost whispering, "and we usually get what we want."
"You doped me," I said. "You put something in my coffee." Marjie smiled. "And you did it last night, too, so you could ... so you could come into my room and . . . and ..."
"She's a very intelligent girl," Marjie told her brother. "As well as a very attractive girl. It's so much more fun, don't you think, when they're intelligent? Remember that little secretary who visited us last summer? The one who got lost and stopped to ask directions? She was so beautiful but so terribly stupid, too."
"I want to go," I said firmly. "I want to go now."
"But you can't," David Buckley said, and he tugged at my hand. I sat up. "We don't want you to leave us. Not yet."
Marjie came around the bed and took my other hand. I had no strength whatever as the two of them lifted me to my feet, and I was surprised to see that I could stand at all, weak as my knees felt, I looked at them, and the Buckley twins towered above me by almost a head apiece, and I felt like a child in the company of determined adults. My God, I thought, what is going on in this weird household? What did I get into by stopping over here last night?
"This way, darling," Marjie said, and they were leading me across the floor. I watched our passage in the wall mirrors, watched as they guided me toward that pair of upstanding beams across the room, and I still couldn't figure out what was happening. My head was foggy even then from the drug they'd slipped into my coffee, from the realization that I was virtually the prisoner of this crazy pair of twins- Someone was touching my breasts. I looked down and it was Marjie's hands that stroked my tits, closed for a moment over the firm, pear-shaped mounds, squeezed, squeezed, till I moaned, and I couldn't help remembering last night, when she'd done this same thing to me as I lay half awake and half asleep. And then Marjie was unbuttoning my shirt, peeling it over my trembling shoulders. "No!" I said, throwing my arms across my boobs where they quivered in terror inside the pink brassiere.
"Yes," David said, pulling my hands away while his sister touched the little clasp between my tits and the bra fell open, sagging down from my firm breasts almost immediately. Marjie looked at him, her dark eyes shining, full of fire, and then she looked at me, straight into my own eyes, and I couldn't stop shuddering and shaking.
"Upsadaisy," Marjorie said with a smile, lifting one of my hands. I looked to see what she was doing, and then I understood what those leather straps hanging from the beams were for. Each of them was fitted with a small loop at the end, a loop just the right size for a hand to fit through, and she worked my hand into one of those loops. David took my other hand and gave it the same treatment, and there I hung, my arms up, the leather bands tight around my wrists, seeming to grow tighter and tighter as I struggled against them.
"Doesn't she look darling?" Marjie said, stepping back to admire me while I panted, arm-bound in the leather thongs. David nodded, and slipped an arm around his sister's shoulders. His fingers came down, resting on the well-filled upper portion of her robe, and she pressed his hand against her flesh, closing her eyes, sighing through half-open lips.
And then she stepped toward me, knelt, took hold of a thigh. I tried to struggle, but she had me fast, and her hands roved up and down my leg, heating my flesh as she stroked, even with the fabric of my slacks separating my skin from hers. Her head came to rest on my hip and she hugged me there, still feeling me up, feeling me down, her fingers coming closer and closer to the twitching crotch of my body.
"Please," I whispered, "I don't know what you have in mind, but I don't think I want to be part of it."
"Relax," David said, coming close, planting his hands on my helplessly bare tits. He caressed me until the nipples rose against his palms and my breath gushed in husky tremors, and then he leaned in even closer and kissed me on the face. First on the cheeks, then on the eyelids, then firmly upon the mouth. I felt as if I were suffocating even before his lips covered mine and stifled my breath for what seemed eternity.
I didn't realize until he broke off the kiss that his sister had taken advantage of the situation to unbuckle my belt, undo my slacks, and pull them off me. And, with the slacks, my panties and shoes as well. When David and Marjie embraced before me, I was naked except for my blushes.
Some of those blushes may have been due to what the brother and sister were up to. There was no way to mistake the fiery passion in their mouth-to-mouth kiss, the way each clutched and clawed at the other as they ground their bodies together, and certainly any lingering doubts would have vanished when they parted and David turned toward me with his cock well on its way to erection inside his pants. God, the size of him! I felt a huge lump building in my throat, especially when I recalled how last night I'd floated in from dreamland to see Marjie with that cock completely imbedded in her mouth, sucking as if her life and soul depended upon her performance.
"Who's first?" he asked, and she beamed with pleasure.
"Oh, let me!" Marjie sighed. Her brother nodded agreeably.
She threw back her long straight black hair, tossing the silky tresses over her shoulders, and she untied the sash of her housecoat. The garment opened, but not fast enough to please Marjorie Buckley, it would seem, for she grabbed impatiently at the flaps and flung the robe wide open, dropping it behind her as she approached me.
Under the robe she was naked, her body slender and lissome. Her breasts looked very large, now that I was seeing them with full consciousness for the first time, and the big dark nipples were stiff and jutting, each of those teats aimed at me like the muzzle of a little gun. She bobbled as she walked, and I could hear the rapidity of her breathing. Marjie ran her palms across her breasts, grinding down for a moment on her nips, and then her hands slithered languidly down her sides, onto the hipbones.
The surprising thing, for which I wasn't prepared, was the baldness of her pussy. Marjie's creamy cuntal hillock rose proudly between her lithe thighs, and the vivid red of her deeply cleft gash had not a hair to obscure it. She must have been shaven, but she didn't look shaven. She looked as if curly wisps had never even grown on her milky skin, and despite my fear and situation, I couldn't help thinking that her twat was a thing of real beauty, clean and classical in its construction. My guts clenched inside me and then Marjie and I were face to face, our breath mingling in the scanty inches of space separating us.
"What are-" I started to say, but I didn't have time to finish. Marjie grasped my chin, tilted my face, then kissed me like a wolf, her tongue shooting into my open mouth, her lips on mine as if we'd been glued together.
I strained in the grip of the leather bands, backing away from her, but she moved with me, her hands reaching behind to entrap the cheeks of my ass, and she worked her body into the spread of my thighs. Our pussies came together, and I felt her body twitch against mine when my cunny hair rubbed her shaven mons. Her hands grabbed more fiercely at my ass, those long slender fingers digging into my resilient buttocks, digging till tears sprang into my eyes, and for a long, heart-shuddering moment I felt exactly like Fay Wray, when she was tied (just as I was tied now) to the pillars of the Skull Island altar and King Kong first put his enormous hand upon her. I wanted to scream but I couldn't, for her mouth smothered me, her milky breath flowed into my body, and her full, deep breasts were heavy against my own.
And then that Fay Wray impulse passed, and my body seemed to melt against Marjorie Buckley, and our snatches flowed together, merging into one pulsing slit of passion that throbbed and quivered in two separate patterns at the same time.
It was like nothing I could have dreamed or imagined, this first fantastic moment when another woman's body oozed upon mine, her mouth hot and wet and open, covering mine, pouring into me the most heated kiss I had ever known in my life, the nipples of her tits like little darts of fire burning me, scorching my boobs, and I could feel my own nips erecting as we ground together, feel the maddened throbbing of blood as it rushed into my breasts, swelling them, making them heavier, like lead weights on my chest.
"Aaaaaahhhh-" I whined as we kissed, my little feeble cry pouring out past the impassioned weight of Marjie's mouth upon mine, and I felt the leather straps mauling my wrists where I struggled, struggled, so impotent, so helpless- My eyes were shut tightly and the musky female scent of her filled my nostrils, as captivating as expensive French perfume. She pulled me toward her with those hands on my ass, and I felt her spreading my cheeks, fingertips slipping into the widened crack. One fingertip brushed lightly, playfully, at the aperture of my anus, and for a moment it felt as if she were trying to sodomize me with her finger. I whined. "Nnnnn-" and lifted one leg, trying to escape her digital attack.
Marjie slinked against me and my leg seemed to wrap of its own accord around her naked thigh, and now we were even tighter, the two of us, our bodies more closely united, the moist honey of her cunt seeming to flow out, into my cunt, and I felt myself open to receive her. I can't explain it any better than that. It was like nothing else in my experience.
I mean, I should have been horrified at what they were doing to me, what they'd already done, what they apparently intended to do. For God's sake, I'd been drugged, chained as if I were a slave made ready for whipping, yet all I could think of was that hot female mouth upon mine, that scorching woman's body melted against me as if we were two matching parts of a jigsaw puzzle. I clenched my leg around her and she closed in, her fingers sliding uncontrollably through my crack now, two of them nudging from behind at my itchy cunt.
Itchy? Oh, Jesus, that wasn't the half of it! I was burning with desire, a desire that I couldn't understand, could only feel, and when she touched my twat with her .slender fingers, when she pried cautiously at the lower edge of my slit, I wanted to burst my bonds and . . . and ...
And what? Throw her to the floor? Run for my life? Or mount her, perhaps? Or allow myself to be mounted? How could I know? My blood boiled in my veins and despite that internal heat I was shivering in her embrace, shivering and trembling and mumbling into her open kissing mouth ..
Marjie pulled back her face, eyes enlarged, gleaming, wild and frenzied dark orbs, and her mouth was frothing from the spittle we'd shared. She wiped her lips with the back of a hand, then drew that hand across my lips too, and I mumbled something incomprehensible even to me. She reached back, gently prying my leg loose from her body, and the touch of her fingers on my thigh was electric. "Relax," Marjie said. "We've only just begun."
She cupped my breasts. "They're beautiful," she told me, "small and dainty. I wish mine were as pretty." And once or twice I'd wished mine were large, like hers, large and prominent and eye-catching. The grass is always greener. Her fingers dug harder at my tits, clawing me, almost, and between those fingers my rosebud nipples sprang up even harder, stiffen Ah, God! I thought madly. Don't stop!
She looked down at my breasts, and from her height it was a long way down. "Nipples like little flowers," she sighed. "And they taste even sweeter than the sweetest flower. But you know that I already know that, don't you, Nanette darling?" I nodded, chewing my lips. Marjie smiled, kissed me lightly, and then she bent toward my chest.
" A A AAGGGGHHHH!!!" I screamed wildly when her teeth clenched upon my already aching nipples. She'd spoken words of oozing softness and gentility, but her mouth was like a vicious animal on my tits. She bit me, she sucked me, she bit me again and the clench of her teeth left red marks all around my nipples. I bucked and strained in the grip of my leather wristbands, but each time I moved it seemed that my boobs only danced toward her sucking, biting mouth, only made themselves more and more available for the brutality of her oral attack.
Attack it was, and the first few bites made me scream and moan and kick, but as she continued, as one hand slipped down my belly and began to twine among the curling hairs of my beaver, I found that I could no longer cry out in pain. In fact, I wasn't sure I wanted to.
Her fingers-at least two, maybe three of them-clustered into a spearlike dart and shot into my pussy, taking advantage of my interior wetness to make a ferocious penetration. But once inside, they separated and flared out like the leaves of a palm and began to ream me internally in big, generous rotations.
"Oh, Christ, Marjie!!" I groaned, sagging back so that all my weight hung suspended from the leather strips on my wrists, then bucking toward her, regaining my feet, sucking (as it turned out) more of her driving fingers into my pussy.
She was still busy on my tits, but not for long. In another moment she turned her attention eastward, and her tongue lolled into the pit beneath my left arm, licking my sweat glands, coating that lingual tool in the perspiration that flowed uncontrollably from me as I struggled.
The touch of her was ticklish and maddening, and she made me lift an arm so she could get at my armpit all the easier. When she removed her face, Marjie's lips were shiny with my sweat, and she kissed me again so that I might taste the flavor of my own perspiration. It was strangely salty, strangely delectable too, and my tongue came out, licking the residue from her mouth. "What are you doing to me?" I asked, more than a little flustered by the wantonness of my unplanned gesture. "What in the name of God are you doing to me?"
She smiled, her hands busy-one delving in my pussy as I writhed and twisted against my ropes, the other sliding lazily but-oh, Christ!-effectively up and down the quivering curves of my right flank. "Nothing," she husked, "nothing that you're obviously not ready for. David, darling!"
I'd almost forgotten about him, what with the intensity of Marjie's advances, but David Buckley came forward, his cock now rigid inside his pants, which fit so tightly around his erection that I didn't understand why he wasn't strangled by the very weight and bulk of his aroused tool. He was rubbing himself as he walked, his long fingers sliding up and down that vivid outlined penis, and I closed my eyes, seeing it again the way I'd seen it last night in my bedroom, bare and stiff and God, so long, so goddamned long . . .
Marjie knelt before me and she brought her face against my lower belly, just breathing on my skin at first. But soon her tongue came out and she licked a circle round my navel, finally driving her tongue into my navel, rimming me. Keith did that when he made oral love to me, but it wasn't the same at all. Marjie's tongue was like a snake. It seemed to know every responsive portion of my body and it dwelled upon them. By the time she'd finished licking my belly button I was seeping musky girl-cum past the fingers in my twat and I felt numb from the neck down.
David put a hand on each of my cheeks and turned my face toward his. "I think you'll enjoy staying with us, Nanette," he purred. "In fact, you already seem to be enjoying it. Are you, Nanette? Are you having a good time?"
I wanted to tell him no, to beg him for my release, but at almost the same moment Marjie pulled her fingers out of my cunt and I looked down to see her sucking them dry, sucking away the cum I'd spilled upon them as she reamed me, and my heart jumped into my mouth. In another moment, my cunt jumped into Marjie Buckley's mouth.
"Mmmmm," she hummed, spreading my flanges wide and thrusting her face into the gap. Her nose and chin were both inside my generous slice, and her tongue came out, licking up and down the vulva. I screamed at the touch of her, but it wasn't exactly a scream of disgust or revulsion. Just as with my navel and tummy, she seemed to know precisely where to lick me so that my pussy throbbed with response and even more of my precious internal fluids beaded on the rim of my cuntal opening. I could feel the juice dripping from me, feel her hot, snaky tongue fluttering around to lick up the oozing pearls of Ms. milk, and I looked at David Buckley, my eyes beginning to roll in their sockets.
"Here, ditty, ditty," Marjorie was whispering into my opened cunt. "Come out, come out, wherever you are. OH!" Her cry was out unfeigned delight. "You must try her with your mouth, David dearest. Her clitoris is elusive but... mmmm ... so rewarding once you find it."
She was right. I had a small clit, a little tiny pea of sensuality hidden away in the folds of my snatch, but the moment Marjorie's tongue scraped lustfully across the tip of my button, I could have sworn that it was as big as Plymouth Rock.
"Sweet, sweet," she purred, husking the words right into my cunt so that they tingled and vibrated across the wet crevices of my sex, and I growled from deep in my throat, straining against the ropes that held me. I lifted one leg from the floor and draped it across Marjie's back as she leaned into me, and she began to stroke that leg with one of her lusciously sensitive hands, massaging me with her fingers as she started to massage my clit with her lips.
David pulled my face toward him and I knew that he wanted me to kiss him. "No," I whispered, but I had no say in the matter. Our lips met and mine seemed to pop open of their own accord, and before I knew it, his tongue was inside, skimming across the tips of my teeth, battling with my own tongue for supremacy there in my mouth.
And he won. God, how he won! His mouth crushed mine; he put his arm around me, began to stroke my breasts with his other hand, and he was just as wickedly direct upon my nipples as his sister had been. He pinched my tender rosebuds, pinched till I wanted to scream, but how could I scream, with the suffocating fever of his kiss? I opened my mouth a little wider, gave his tongue more access, and then I began to suck his tongue with all the agility at my disposal. His hand grew tighter on my boobs and he leaned against me, helping to support me so that I didn't have to depend on the aching brace of my leather wrist straps.
And if he was busy, Marjorie wasn't lazing! Her mouth was vulturing my pussy. There was no other word for what she did to me then. She ate me up and down, her tongue shooting up my snatch tunnel now and then but mostly concentrating on the steadily rising bud of my clit. I -writhed each, time her tongue lashed me, and it was like being whipped, but it was so sweet, so sweet. ..
I came with a sudden rushing flow of juices that poured into Marjorie's mouth, and I heard her smacking and gulping as she drank up all that I could offer. My clit throbbed against the bridge of her aristocratic nose and she was pulling my pussy lips wide, so wide that they ached from the strain of being separated, and the tip of her tongue scooped into my cuntal hole with maddening regularity, lapping up the jism as fast as I could discharge it.
"Ohmygod ohmygod ohmygod," I kept chanting over and over, pulling my mouth free of David Buckley's so I could at least breathe and moan and sob out the fantastic pleasure of his, my first lesbian release, and I wrapped that leg around "Here, clitty, ditty," Marjorie was whispering into my opened cunt. "Come out, come out, wherever you are. OH!" Her cry was out unfeigned delight. "You must try her with your mouth, David dearest. Her clitoris is elusive but... mmmm ... so rewarding once you find it."
She was right. I had a small clit, a little tiny pea of sensuality hidden away in the folds of my snatch, but the moment Marjorie's tongue scraped lustfully across the tip of my button, I could have sworn that it was as big as Plymouth Rock.
"Sweet, sweet," she purred, husking the words right into my cunt so that they tingled and vibrated across the wet crevices of my sex, and I growled from deep in my throat, straining against the ropes that held me. I lifted one leg from the floor and draped it across Marjie's back as she leaned into me, and she began to stroke that leg with one of her lusciously sensitive hands, massaging me with her fingers as she started to massage my clit with her lips.
David pulled my face toward him and I knew that he wanted me to kiss him. "No," I whispered, but I had no say in the matter. Our lips met and mine seemed to pop open of their own accord, and before I knew it, his tongue was inside, skimming across the tips of my teeth, battling with my own tongue for supremacy there in my mouth.
And he won. God, how he won! His mouth crushed mine; he put his arm around me, began to stroke my breasts with his other hand, and he was just as wickedly direct upon my nipples as his sister had been. He pinched my tender rosebuds, pinched till I wanted to scream, but how could I scream, with the suffocating fever of his kiss? I opened my mouth a little wider, gave his tongue more access, and then I began to suck his tongue with all the agility at my disposal. His hand grew tighter on my boobs and he leaned against me, helping to support me so that I didn't have to depend on the aching brace of my leather wrist straps.
And if he was busy, Marjorie wasn't lazing! Her mouth was vulturing my pussy. There was no other word for what she did to me then. She ate me up and down, her tongue shooting up my snatch tunnel now and then but mostly concentrating on the steadily rising bud of my clit. I writhed each time her tongue lashed me, and it was like being whipped, but it was so sweet, so sweet. . .
I came with a sudden rushing flow of juices that poured into Marjorie's mouth, and I heard her smacking and gulping as she drank up all that I could offer. My clit throbbed against the bridge of her aristocratic nose and she was pulling my pussy lips wide, so wide that they ached from the strain of being separated, and the tip of her tongue scooped into my cuntal hole with maddening regularity, lapping up the jism as fast as I could discharge it.
"Ohmygod ohmygod ohmygod," I kept chanting over and over, pulling my mouth free of David Buckley's so I could at least breathe and moan and sob out the fantastic pleasure of his, my first lesbian release, and I wrapped that leg around Marjie with a vengeance, pushing my cunt into her face so she wouldn't have to miss a drop of my orgasmic flow, and I throbbed against her mouth, her greedy sucking mouth, filling her with my substance, letting her feel every pulsating tremor of my climax, the climax she'd brought on with her mouth and her hands and oh God, her fluttering snakelike tongue .. .
Marjie sank back from my snatch, fighting free of the quivering leg that still fought to hold her in place, and she looked up at her brother. "She's all yours, darling," Marjorie sighed, punctuating the words with little swiping licks at the milky girl cream on her lips. "Take her and find pleasure."
"Oh God," I kept saying, "oh God, oh God, oh God-what are you going to do to me now?"
David unzipped his fly, then unbuttoned the top of his jeans. With Marjie's aid from the floor, he pulled down his skintight trousers and, as soon as they'd fallen past his crotch, his gigantic erection swung up, big and red and swollen, the tip of him gleaming purple as an overripe grape, aimed straight at me. He looked even bigger than he had last night and my blood froze in my veins. I'd been fucking since I was sixteen, but I knew that I couldn't hope to take that huge cock up my pussy. "Ohhhh-" I stood up, cum leaking down the insides of my thighs where it had flowed from my pussy hole, and the tension on my wrists relaxed a little, since the straps were no longer keeping me erect. "I can't... I could never . . . you're too big . .. please ..."
He came to me, cock bouncing as he walked, and his face beamed with smug confidence. "Of course you can," he told me. "Of course you can. In fact, I don't think you have any choice, Nanette."