Chapter 8
Buffy saw the police car as she pulled into the driveway. Apparently, she had company. Fortunately, she had just restocked her refrigerator. The men had guzzled every bottle of beer on the premises. Her food supply also dwindled. Eating, drinking and fucking-that was their cycle.
She hoped they merely stopped by for a quick bite. She'd had a blinding headache all afternoon. Coping with Bonnie, her sister, was more than she could bear. The girl could not get it through her head that she was unwanted. Dropping subtle and blatant hints went unnoticed.
Buffy was stuck between a rock and a hard place. Keeping her kinky lifestyle from her family, she couldn't risk exposure. Her parents bought the story of her being a successful model, earning top dollar, from the beginning. They demanded no evidence of her in popular magazines and newspapers, and refrained from mentioning that they hadn't caught her in any television commercials. The simple fact she lived in a gorgeous home and drove a imagine sports car was adequate proof.
Her bitchy younger sister wasn't blind, nor stupid. By living under the same roof, she probably noticed Buffy hadn't rushed off to any modeling appointments. Buffy was forced to perpetuate the illusion of working. She was gone for hours, pretending to be on a "shoot." Buffy went shopping, sunbathing, to her hairdresser and the health club to pass the time. Inventing things to do was not her favorite thing. Buffy hated shuffling her schedule just to deceive her sister, who didn't belong in her house at all.
Bonnie had been a nuisance from day one. She borrowed clothes and make-up as though they were her undeniable right. Buffy's phone bill doubled with the countless phone calls to boyfriends, girlfriends and whatnot. Bonnie even had to gall to order expensive items from QVC and charging them on her credit card.
What did the girl do to earn her keep? File her nails, chew gum and sniff in her direction. Buffy was appalled by her nerve.
"Let's get something straight, sis," Buffy recently told her. "My clothes, my food, my house, my credit cards, my rules. Get it through your intellectually-challenged head, will ya?"
Bonnie merely gave her the finger. Buffy perversely viewed it as sisterly love.
In keeping her terms with the men a secret, Buffy requested that they not mess around at her place. She didn't want to chance Bonnie finding out anything that could be used as blackmail. If their parents learned that Buffy fucked a group of cops and that her modeling career had been a lie, they would disown her in a second.
The men's visits were limited to beer and snacks. If the men wanted her, they went elsewhere.
For the past week, Buffy had been scouting the area for a suitable apartment. Buffy wouldn't put up with her sister any longer. The newspaper advertised a cute two-bedroom place fifteen minutes away. She gladly paid the deposit and obtained the green light to take immediate possession.
She couldn't wait to present the news. Kicking Bonnie out was equivalent to taking a tremendous weight off her shoulders.
As Buffy entered the house, however, she was jarred by the sight of her sister modeling a scandalous bikini for Larry and Pete. The two cops grinned from ear to ear as Bonnie coquettishly turned and preened for their benefit. The tiny patches of cloth barely covered her smaller breasts and ass. The skimpy thing was little more than strings.
"Bonnie!" she snapped.
Her sister glanced at her. "Hi, sis. I was just giving your friends a preview of my new bikini. They think it's great."
"We sure do," Pete muttered, digesting Bonnie's succulent body. The skin she showed delighted him.
Larry stared at her tits. Bonnie's nipples were nearly dislodged during her presentation. "Very nice," he remarked in a low voice.
Buffy set her bags on the floor, then pointed to the stairs. "Up to your room this minute, girl."
"Why?" Bonnie sneered.
"Because I'll slap your face if you don't go."
"I didn't do anything wrong."
"Don't argue with me. I'll be up there shortly. You and I need to have a chat."
Bonnie obediently ascended the steps. "You really know how to spoil a good time."
Buffy, anchoring a hand to her hip, brooked no nonsense from her sister. Her withering look remained in place long after she slammed the door to her room.
Buffy turned to the men and vented her spleen. "That was pretty smart, guys. I'm sure you encouraged her. May I remind you that she's only nineteen years old?"
Larry shrugged. "She's old enough."
"Never mind. I thought we made a deal. You weren't supposed to come here-not until I got rid of her."
"We were in the neighborhood and thought you might be home," Pete explained. "Hey, why don't you send her off to the movies? That fashion show has gotten me horny."
"Yeah," Larry said, gazing at Buffy's voluptuous figure. "That young sister of yours made me pop a boner." He dropped a hand to his bulge and stroked it. "I need some mouth."
True enough, both men sported erections. Buffy could plainly see the shape of their cocks swelling through their jeans. "Not here. Let's go someplace else."
"I don't think we can wait. Fifteen minutes with that babe has gotten us all riled up. We need it now, baby." Pete began to pull down his zipper.
"Cool it," Buffy commanded. "She hasn't even left."
"Better we give it to you, than her," Larry reasoned, whipping out his dick. He ran his fist up and down its slender length. "She was asking for it, and we could have easily obliged her. Come on, baby. Finish what your sister started."
"Yeah," Pete muttered, moving toward her. His cock jutted thickly at her. "Let me fuck you."
"Cut me some slack, guys," Buffy whined, taking a backward step. "I don't want her skipping down the stairs while you're on top of me."
Larry shook his head. "It's too late, baby. We're already there. Show us what the big sister can do that the younger one can't."
Bonnie definitely had them foaming at the mouth. Buffy cursed her sister's cock-teasing. The little bitch had done it intentionally.
If she was quick about it, however, Bonnie wouldn't know a thing. Buffy was an expert at getting them off. Having an intimate familiarity about each, she felt confident she could make them cream before she went to her sister to give her a lecture. Buffy knew which buttons to press that yielded quick results.
"Very well," she said, unbuttoning her blouse. "But let's make it snappy. I haven't got all fucking day."
"That's more like it, baby," Pete said, ogling her tits. Those nipples jutted at him like miniature torpedoes. Buffy could be a snotty little bitch, but she had the body of a goddess. He held his arms open to her. "Come here."
Defiantly, she walked into his embrace. He instantly sought her mouth, then tongue. Buffy responded to his hungry swirl. She wriggled against him, igniting his libido as though striking a match. Within seconds, his dick was like a rock.
Larry, smirking, grabbed her ass. "You ought to teach some of those tricks to your younger sister. I'll bet she's a quick learner."
Buffy, ignoring him, rubbed against Pete. She could feel his woody. She ground against solid bone. Pete, feverishly replying, cupped her tits and gave them a gentle squeeze. His thumbs snuck into her neckline and circled her hard nipples. Putting aside her snippy attitude, she shivered from their stimulating tour. Her mound slowly stroked the bulge in Pete's pants. She moaned down his throat, appreciating his hardness.
He pulled her onto the sofa. Buffy made no attempt to elude him. He climbed on top of her, covering her with his man's body. His lips hungrily captured hers. Buffy welcomed his passionate kiss and writhed beneath him. He trailed from her mouth to her breasts, then down her stomach. Her flesh prickled with delight.
Larry unzipped while she thrashed about. His dick stretched at her, highly excited. "Want some of this?" he asked. She nodded.
Reaching for her head, Larry attached her sweet lips to his cock. It dove into her mouth, seeking into its moist heat.
Larry emitted a gasp of pleasure. "Oh, yeah." His fingers tightened at her temple, urging additional cock into her seething orifice. He watched with a keen eye as her lips rippled over his thing before entirely consuming it. His breathing grew rougher from her vibrant lashing.
He threw back his head and groaned. "I'll bet your sister would like to learn how you do that. Yeah, baby. Suck it."
Pete went down on her. He licked her pussy with uncivilized fervor. He outlined her sex-puffy lips, then split them with his tongue. "Mmmmmm," he growled into her cunt.
Buffy arched her back. She hadn't expected those luxurious slurps. He darted over her clit, manipulating its pulse. Her lips automatically tightened around Larry's cock. Her original plan was to suck them off, or straddle one while she blew the other. That scheme went out the window as Pete's tongue came at her. She hoped Bonnie was sulking in her room, blasting the television. She didn't exactly want her sister to hear sucking noises and muffled sobs.
Pete's eager tip got her juicy. He gulped her unrelenting flow. Her hips swiveled as he discovered many of her sensitive regions. Cupping his head, Buffy navigated his course. Pete took her instruction well. He dwelled on those places until she shuddered, then went onto the next stirring point.
Larry trembled in her mouth. She gazed at the muscular network of his abdomen. It quivered as she took generous servings of him. She drenched him in hot saliva. His long shaft disappeared in her female heat, her lips caressing his every inch. Her lips twisted and pulled, soliciting his eruption.
Unable to keep his hands to himself, he played with her tits. Her nipples throbbed between his thumbs and forefingers. He gave each a stirring tweak.
Buffy opened up as his cock went down her throat. Larry's blond pubes brushed her lips as he lowered himself to the stem. His balls stayed on her chin while he basked in her oral warmth.
"Yeah, baby," he groaned. "Yeah."
Pete had Buffy close to cumming. She couldn't delay her orgasm. He whipped her into a frenzy with his unstoppable tongue. Her jaws loosened around Larry's dick as his laps intensified. He assaulted her love button so sweetly, she had no recourse but to cum.
Sweat spilled from her brow. Buffy sucked harder on Larry, taking out her frustration. Her pussy came back to his mouth for more. He ate her without hesitation. His hunger for cunt was the fiercest she had ever known.
Pete fucked her with his tongue. Buffy lay back, receiving that white-hot sword. He drove it to the hilt. Buffy went out of her mind, receiving his full measure. The urge to spasm heightened.
"She's going to cum," Larry muttered while stuffing her mouth. He wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand, then continued humping her face. "You're doing it, man. Keep going."
Buffy thrashed as Pete's head bobbed. The sucking sounds became amplified. Larry could feel her teeth on his cock as she got closer. Buffy barely kept them from scraping his taut skin.
"I'll bet that pussy tastes good," Larry remarked. Moving his hips, he kept Buffy's supply constant. She sucked his dick harder than before. He groaned at the intensity of her pucker. He benefited from Pete's thorough job. "Eat her, man. Eat her good."
Buffy shook violently. Pete could tell how badly she wanted to be fucked. His head stayed down while her juices gushed and her clit vibrated against his thrashing tongue. Her normally bitchy demeanor was gone when he detached his lips. He could still taste her honey while studying her angelic expression.
Pete yanked his briefs over his hips. His dick throbbed against her stomach. He steered himself with her juicy crack, then went in. His eyes closed as he penetrated her. Larry's embedded cock stifled her moan. Buffy felt his shudder of excitement as he sank into her hot, wanting cunt.
Larry, aroused from watching her take it, fucked her face a little faster. He grinned at seeing Pete's thick shaft vanish between those moist lips. His partner's gasp as Buffy absorbed him enhanced his viewing pleasure.
"Maybe we ought to call your younger sister down here so we both can have some pussy," he muttered.
Buffy frowned at him while working on his lean shaft. She wasn't remotely crazy about that idea.
Pete watched the tension building in Buffy's expression as he crammed himself in her wet, wanting hole. He jammed her until their pubes became entangled. He plowed into her quivering flesh, filling her with stiff cock. He gasped from the fierce suction her pussy exerted. Her thighs wrapped him. Buffy dug her heels into his butt, demanding he fuck her hard.
"How can you stay so fucking tight when we all fuck the shit out of you, Buffy?" he asked. "Christ, it's like being trapped in a well."
"Her mouth has a nice seal to it, too. Oh, yeah, baby. Suck my dick."
Buffy took her mouth off him. "Would you guys kindly shut the fuck up? Bonnie might be listening."
"Maybe she wants some, too," Pete said, bringing it home. "I'd like to fuck her."
"No," Larry muttered. "I get her first."
"Touch her, guys, and you're dead meat."
Larry and Pete noted the ugliness in her expression and warning in her voice. Neither wished to mess around with Buffy went she issued such an ultimatum. They dropped the matter and reconnected themselves to her.
In and out Pete plunged, feeding her dick. His balls loudly slapped her ass. Buffy thrashed, loving every second of it. His thrusts completely satisfied her. Buffy shoved back at him, provoking each lunge.
"Yeah," Larry muttered. "Deep-throat me." She sucked him whole, the tip of his boner tickling her tonsils. The shaft became lost within her moist lips. He endured the blistering heat of her throat. Her lips embraced his shaft with varying degrees of suction. A wealth of spittle paved the way. She drew him into a feverish suck, absorbing that extended hardness.
"Keep it in your mouth," Larry instructed, clasping her head. "Don't stop. Eat all of it." With his dick lost in her sweet mouth, chills of ecstasy overtook his body.
Larry's moaning exhilarated Buffy. She was dripping wet, overwhelmed by his response. She sucked him harder, propelled by his fierce reaction.
"Mmmmm," she growled, mouthing him. "Mmmmm."
Shaking, Larry received the smoothness of her sensual lips. His cock probed her furthest depths, driven into her throat.
Pete fucked her with everything he had. He slammed so hard into Buffy, he nearly knocked Larry's cock out of her mouth. He dared her to maintain her oral grip, moving his hips faster. The challenge drove him.
"Can you feel her teeth, man?" Pete asked.
"A little," Larry muttered.
Pete grinned, then launched a brisk pump. His groin bounced from her soft pubis. "Suck his dick off, baby," he chuckled.
Larry didn't even hear him. Close to exploding, he was solely conscious of the blood pounding in his ears.
From Larry's pelvic movements, Buffy perceived his imminent orgasm. The insides of her cheeks ached, yet she was determined to service him. She whimpered heatedly, crushing that dick with her lips.
"Swallow it," he ordered. His balls slapped her chin. "Gulp it down. Oh, yeah. Drink it."
Buffy moaned, downing his salty spurts. Hot goo flooded her cheeks. Thirstily, she consumed his creamy rinse.
Pete gave it to her harder. Buffy took the brunt of his spearing. Her pussy lips rolled over that oncoming shaft, swallowing him to the trunk.
"I'm going to shoot," he warned.
"Do it," Buffy panted. "Cream in me. I want to feel you squirt."
He pumped her more strongly than ever. Buffy cherished the push and pull of his sizable organ. They synchronized their orgasm. He made her peak just as he prepared to flood her with his hot jism.
"Oh, Pete," Buffy cried. "I'm cumming! Oh, my God. I'm cumming!"
He howled upon releasing that massive dose. He made certain she received every drop.
Buffy shuddered beneath him, experiencing the most ferocious spasms she could remember. Between her legs, she discerned that hot collection of his fluid.
The room echoed with their labored breathing. The smell of spilled cum drifted.
From the top of the stairs, Bonnie smirked. She had heard their entire exchange and even managed to glimpse a few skin-on-skin moments. Her sister had just handled two of the sweetest hunks she ever laid eyes on. She was truly impressed.
Her stay at Buffy's house had been an education unto itself. She came across her sister's vibrator and regularly used it. Judging from the kind of action Buffy had, she didn't really need it.
Bonnie envied Buffy. The girl had everything: men, clothes, a sporty car and plenty of loot. The men were the best part of it. They weren't like the salivating, inexperienced guys she'd dated, but real-life cops. How had Buffy managed to make so many of them her lovers? She supposed that cops enjoyed the company of models, so it made sense.
Bonnie intended to get one thing accomplished soon while she stayed at Buffy's: getting rid of her virginity. Their mother had put the fear of God in her, advising her not to give it away to the first cute guy she saw. Many times she had been tempted, yet curbed the impulse.
Having a cop deflower her, however, seemed deliciously naughty. Bonnie had it all pictured in her head: she naked and wearing his handcuffs while he fucked her. It was extremely important that he wear his uniform, too. She digested the scene: his dick sticking out of his pants, going into her cunt while she laid back, manacled.
Oh, wow! like, it was to die for!
Bonnie had met all of them: Joe, Dennis, John, Pete and Larry. They all beat her drum. The biggest question was: who would get her cherry?