Chapter 9
The next morning dawned bright and sunny, and Callie O'Hara hummed happily as she fixed Nick, Byron and Bridget a breakfast of strong black coffee, fried eggs, sunny-side up, and whole wheat toast with strawberry jam. Outside the kitchen window, Callie could see a hummingbird darting about the sweet smelling honeysuckle bush.
Upstairs, she could hear Nick's discordant voice blasting out a dirty but cheerful rendition of the Beatles's "Hard Day's Night," and a contented smile flickered over her lush pink lips as she remembered her passionate night of fucking. Wriggling her smoothly curved ass-cheeks beneath one of Bridget's sheer nighties, she delighted in the sensation of Nick and Byron's still-damp cum down in her naked little pussy.
"God!" she murmured as she poured some tomato juice. "Life is wonderful! Bridget and Nick are wonderful too. Imagine them wanting me to stay with them, the three of us together in this house, until Jacques is released from prison and comes back from Greece. And Nick letting me use his artist's studio. It's my dreams come true!" He isn't such a bad guy after all, she thought dreamily. And Bridget is just a darling, too. Why, earlier that morning, looking at some of my sketches in bed, Nick even called up a friend of his who owns a gallery in Boston, who said he'd love to show my work! Oh, Jacques will be so proud of me when he comes back. Nick said I even had the potential to become great. And how sweet of him; he had hired a male model who would be coming in that morning so she could begin work that day!
In the short time that Callie O'Hara had been with Bridget and Nick, she could hardly be recognized as the same innocent girl. Her outer appearance was not so very different, and she was as lovely as ever. Mostly, it was her manner which had radically changed. She walked with a provocative sway of her hips this morning, thrusting out her huge ripe tits and wiggling her ass.
Nick, Bridget, and Byron had come downstairs and gobbled their breakfast. Nick was anxious to go back to the lake to complete his preliminary sketches for a painting he was planning to start, and Byron "had some business" to tie up and thanked his hosts gratefully for the fantastic time they had shown him and promised to return soon.
Finally, Callie and Bridget were left in the kitchen alone, in their see-through nighties.
"Mmmmmmm ... your model should be coming by soon now, Callie, cherie," Bridget smiled. "Have a wonderful day with him, darling, in the studio, and be sure to call on me if you feel you need any, shall we say, help?"
"Hi there," a voice suddenly greeted them from the open kitchen door. Guess I'm kind of early, but ...", the handsome young man's voice faltered when he saw the two voluptuous women in their see-through nighties standing in the kitchen. "Um ... I'm ... I'm the model ...",
Callie and Bridget merely giggled, invited him in and moved in so that they stood on either side of him, their virtually naked pussies almost grazing him in such a provocative way that the young man's attention immediately focused completely upon them. His eyes drifted down over Callie's and Bridget's tits, and he reddened. Shit, his cock was starting to lurch painfully in his jeans, and if he had to spend the whole day modeling for these two fantastic chicks, crap, he didn't think he'd be able to stop it!
Callie felt his eyes gliding over her body, sensing them pausing at her huge titties, naked beneath her nightie, and then locking on the strip of lace which made a pretense of covering her softly curling blonde pussy hairs. Smiling seductively, she followed his eyes and saw that several curling tendrils of golden cunt hair had escaped from the tight cuntband of her baby-doll panties. Then, so pointedly that the young model could not fail to catch her intent, she stared directly at the hugely swelling cock jerking in his pants.
For the briefest second the two girls' eyes met in a gleeful flicker.
"What do you think he's looking at?" Bridget asked Callie in an artificial tone which gave the young man the uncomfortable feeling of being a spectator rather than a participant in this bizarre conversation. "I bet he's looking at that cute cunt of yours," Bridget laughed. "Especially at the way those pretty little pussy hairs are sticking out!"
"Do you think he would like to have a look at my whole pussy, Bridget?" Callie's voice quivered with excitement as she observed the young man's cock thicken and his face redden. It gave her a strange thrill to see the power she had over this handsome young model, whom Nick had so thoughtfully called.
And he seemed so ... so astonished! He could be no older than she, and her growing arousal drowned out the last of her nagging doubts. She knew between her and Bridget they could seduce him by performing a lesbian act until he was too turned on to resist joining in their lewd games. And she looked again at the voluptuous brunette, knowing Bridget was thinking the same thing.
Though she'd never done anything like that in her life, the idea of behaving with such incredible wantonness was curiously stimulating.
"I think," Bridget purred in her sultriest voice, "that he wants me to take off your baby-doll panties so he can see your lovely cunt."
The male model's face contorted in confusion as he saw that the beautiful brunette was doing exactly what she'd said she would. His tongue snaked nervously over his suddenly parched lips and he gulped in embarrassment as he grew alarmingly aware of the throbbing bulge in his tight pants.
Crap! Dreaming semi-seriously about chicks had been one thing-but this? What the heck had gotten into these two chicks to make them act like this? Part of him wished they'd stop, for he didn't want to lose his self-control after the optimistic feeling he'd had about getting some work, but the more compelling voice in his soul wanted to watch the two girls do whatever they wanted to do-hell, he wasn't going to complain.
The young man, whose name was Ron, watched with wide eyes as the brunette's slim fingers slipped inside the blonde's baby-doll panties, cupping her lushly rounded ass-cheeks for a moment, and then tugging the tiny lacy bit of material off. Never taking her eyes from the young man's startled face, she softly stroked Callie's sparsely curling pussy hair with one hand. "What's your name?" she purred sensuously.
"I-I'm Ron Mitcher. Umm ... Nick Craven called me ... me this morning about doing some modeling for an ar-artist ...", he stammered.
"Callie here is your artist. She is planning to begin a painting today ... aren't you, cherie?" Bridget looked up at Callie, who nodded and smiled sweetly.
"D-does she want me to get naked?" Ron's voice was low and breathless as he fell into the spirit of the game, and Callie's pussy was starting to tingle wantonly at the feel of the wicked French girl's hands that were slowly massaging her smoothly curved naked ass-cheeks. Golly, it was so exciting teasing this handsome, unsuspecting young man.
Bridget pursed her full sensuous lips as she glanced at the red-faced, noticeably disturbed young model, and then the tip of her tongue darted hungrily out of her mouth in the classic gesture of provocation.
"I think he wants to see me make your cunt hot, Callie," she said at last. "He wants me to put my finger up inside your soft little pussy, and suck your delicious naked titties ...",
The voluptuous French girl let her sentence trail off in tantalizing promise of what was to come as she grazed her right hand over Callie's golden pussy hair. Then, taking the other girl's hugely quivering naked tits in her hands, she gently pushed her to a bending over position on the kitchen table.
Ron stood a few feet away from the two sensuously enticing women, his breath coming in audible gasps at the incredible sight of the near naked girls he'd never seen before--one a beautiful green-eyed blonde with a soft southern drawl, the other a ravishing brunette with a sexy French accent. Crap ... could he possibly be dreaming? Ron asked himself. Nothing like this had ever happened to him in his whole life.
"Aaaaahhhh," the naked blonde sighed softly as Bridget's middle finger teased at her hotly tingling pussy for a moment and then slipped with an obscene sluicing noise up into her nakedly spread cunthole. "Oooo-hhhhhh ... ooohhhh!" Callie moaned. "Yes, finger-fuck my pussy like that, Bridget!"
Ron's incredulous eyes bugged from his head at the blonde artist's blissful moan and the glimpse he'd caught of her shamelessly quivering, pink pussy flesh. He couldn't take his eyes from the cock-hardening sight of the brunette's three fingers fucking up in Callie's pussy-hole. "Christ!" he muttered under his breath, as he watched the slow reemergence of the French girl's fingertips from the blonde's soft curl-rimmed pussy.
Callie's cunt-juices glistened on Bridget's middle finger as she slowly lifted her hand toward her face and licked the pussy juice away. All the while, her teasing eyes challenged the stupefied young man.
"Look at Ron," Bridget turned back to Callie at last. "I think he liked seeing me stick my finger in your pussy, cherie. Let's try it once more to make sure."
The naked blonde whimpered something incoherent so overcome was she by her own wicked corruption that she could scarcely move her parched lips. God, what would her Aunt Lizabeth do if she could see her now, Callie giggled to herself; her little niece being finger-fucked by another woman. How wicked. How deliciously wicked!
Suddenly, raging flames of arousal were shooting out from her finger-impaled pussy to every sensitized nerve-ending in her body. Part of her excitement stemmed from the delicious thrill of doing something strictly forbidden in front of a strange man and part was sheer animal lust. God, how wonderful
Bridget's gentle finger felt as it fucked back up into her lewdly trembling cunthole.
Oh, it's like heaven, Callie's pleasure-demented mind cried. Bridget knows just where to rub and press inside my pussy, and her thumb's on my clitty too! And Ron's eyes are popping out of his head and his cock out of his pants!
Ron shivered as the French girl's finger fucked back up inside the blonde's naked, bent-over pussy hole, pushing back the damp, softly curling cunt lips until it was imbedded all the way to the third knuckle.
Crap. His gaze shifted back and forth between the two beautiful young chicks, lingering first on the blonde, then on the petite brunette whose huge sensuous tits were rubbing up against Callie's naked body, the nubby lace fabric of the brunette's nightie teasing Callie's full, reddish brown nipples into taut, miniature erections. Suddenly Ron wished that the brunette, too, would take off her nightie so that both girls would be kneeling totally naked before him.
As though she were reading his mind, Bridget murmured to Callie, "I think Ron wants you to take off my nightgown too. He wants to see us both naked, cherie."
There was a low sucking sound as Bridget's middle finger once again slipped from the hot juicy walls of Callie's cunt, followed by a soft cooing sound as their lips met in a spontaneous kiss. Despite her giddy sense of erotic delight, the curvaceous blonde had no difficulty in tugging Bridget's lace baby-doll panties down over her soft, excitedly wriggling ass-cheeks. Obviously she could scarcely wait to get her hands on the huge-titted brunette's naked cunt.
Crap, I gotta get the hell outta here before I rape both of 'em, the young model told himself, but his feet refused to budge. He felt hypnotized by the girls' sensual performance. He had to see if they would really go all the way and make indecent lesbian love, as the French girl had hinted they would. Jeez, they seemed to be enjoying themselves. He'd always thought only perverts got a kick out of kinky stuff like this!
"Uuuuummmmmmmm ... gooooooddddd ...", Bridget whispered as her baby-doll bottoms were pulled over her feet by the sensuously quivering Callie. She knew that this was only the second time Callie had tried anything like this, and Bridget had been hardly able to wait for the two men to leave this morning. Bless Nick's scheming heart for sending over this handsome young boy. Well, it made seducing the hotly eager Callie all the more exciting with him watching.
Beads of perspiration broke out on Ron's handsome young face. Though he was still trying to convince himself that he didn't want to get physically involved in this lewd scene, crap, he was no fool. Someone, that Craven guy, who had called him, might come in. No telling what might happen. His face had taken on the look of a boy staring at an unattended chocolate cake.
The contrast between the petite brunette called Bridget and the curvaceous blonde artist was not only aesthetically pleasing, but also unbearably erotic. Each chick was, in her own way, a perfect example of a certain type of feminine beauty; together they merged into the essence of sensual womanhood. Bridget's huge, hotly quivering tits were only slightly smaller than the voluptuous blonde's and had bright strawberry-pink nipples that made the tortured young man suddenly want to take them in his mouth and suck until she screamed for mercy. The goddamn cock-teasing bitch! he screamed inwardly as his fully erect cock throbbed painfully against his pants.
Ron turned to Callie. She was cooing in a soft, vulnerable way and appeared to be as mesmerized by the brunette as he himself was. That little brunette bitch with the sexy French accent had been driving him crazy, too, and he couldn't stand much more of it. How he longed to rush up behind those naked, smoothly curved white ass-cheeks and fuck up into her hot little cunt with his prick. The lust-demented young man's reverie was interrupted by a low whisper from Bridget, who'd pulled the blonde, who had been bending over the kitchen table with her naked up-turned ass in the air while Bridget had been finger-fucking her greedily devouring little ass-hole, down so that they lay side by side on the kitchen floor with their huge naked throbbing titties and contrasting black and blonde pussies just barely touching.
"Ron wants me to kiss your pussy, Callie. And you'd like that too, wouldn't you?"
The sensuous blonde artist threw her young model a glance which caused him to break out in a cold sweat.
"Yeeeessss ... oooohhhhh, yes! If Ronnie wants me to," she purred. "If Ronnie wants me to ...",
Suddenly, his legs turned to water and he sank to his knees on the linoleum, his muscular young frame crumpling as though he were a marionette manipulated by forces beyond his contro. Oh, shhhhiiittttt! These chicks are really gonna do it ... they're really gonna do it! his innocent mind whirled in disbelief. They're gonna go all the way! Shiiitttt--damn! The gal must be one hell of an artist!