Chapter 9
On the way back to the house I asked Blaine how he'd happened to come out to the compound at that time of night. I still half-suspected him of helping Maria.
"Wasn't in bed yet-playing games. Thought I heard you yell. Only your rooms were empty." He paused briefly, then added, "Found you weren't in Rolf's room, either."
"But why look for me in the snake compound?"
"Don't know. Maybe it was in the back of my mind you'd been down there in the afternoon. Nothing logical about it."
I wasn't convinced. But I couldn't see how I was to trap him. And another question was bothering me. "Don Juan. You trained him for that, didn't you?"
"For you?"
"For sex."
He chuckled. "They train easy. Smart as hell. He took to it easier than usual."
"How?" Then, more to the point, "Who?"
He laughed softly. "Kim. She really digs that."
"What about Maria?"
"No. I think she suspects, but she hasn't ever tried it. Not to my knowledge, anyhow."
"Just Kim? Won't Rose try it?"
"She knows how it feels. But you got the grand tour tonight! I don't think we've ever had that many even on Kim! Christ, they like you!"
"Brrr! Their scales are scratchy. I'm beginning to smart."
"We'll put some lotion on that ought to take out the sting."
"We?"
"Kim's going to want to know what the fuss was. And she's not going to let you out of her sight until she's got you comfortable. She knows what that snake fucking does to a woman's skin."
So we went directly to Blaine and Kim's rooms. In a few words, Blaine explained how he'd found me and I added a sketchy account of how I'd gotten there. Both of them insisted on knowing what I'd been doing at the crypt and were more than a little skeptical when I described the figure in the garden.
"Did you smell that scent this time?" Asked Kim.
I gasped. Of course, I had! I'd smelled it moments before hearing the clattering noise that had distracted me! And it had persisted until after I'd shaken off the hood. But Kim couldn't give me any help toward identifying it-not without being able to smell it herself.
They took me to their bedroom and had me stretch out on the bed while they applied the lotion. They had a great four-poster with a horizontal frame on top of the posts for a canopy. Only they said they'd never had a canopy on it.
"Too hard to keep clean," Kim remarked.
The lotion was a creamy stuff they had to rub in. And with two pairs of hands rubbing the areas where the greatest friction had occurred they had me aroused and gasping long before they'd finished. They worked from opposite sides of the bed, each kneeling at my side. And when they had completed back and front on my legs and torso, they straightened my arms and massaged vigorously. The way I'd been tied required extra attention to keep my arms from getting stiff, they suggested.
My excitement was subsiding and I was suddenly aware each of them had put something on one of my wrists. Before I could question them or protest, my arms were pulled into a spread-eagled position and secured by lines running to the posts at the head of the bed.
"Hey! NO! What are you doing?" Helpless and taut, I was suddenly terrified.
"Games, sweet," Kim answered, her voice vibrant with suppressed anticipation. "You look good this way, too."
"For God's sake! Let me up!"
"Huh. You asked me to fuck you, baby," Blaine said.
"You! Not everybody in the house!"
"There are just the two of us."
"Oh, Christ! That's one too many!"
But while we argued they placed soft leather cuffs on my ankles and ran lines over the side rails of the canopy frame. Hauling, they raised my feet and spread my legs at a fantastic angle, exposing my pussy and making it gape open with the strain.
I jerked furiously at the cuffs. The position humiliated me and scared me. I didn't trust Blaine anyhow, and the expression on Kim's face made me shiver. But when I jerked my legs it simply snapped my ass into the air and opened my pussy wider, while tugging at the wrist cuffs jiggled my boobies obscenely.
"PLEASE! FOR GOD'S SAKE, LET ME LOOSE!" I pleaded with them.
Both started taking off their clothes. Blaine looked more Mexican than Kim when they were dressed and as his clothes came off the disparity was all the more pronounced. He was darkly olive-hued. His hair was coarse and black. And his body had the lean, underfed lines I'd seen in pictures of Mexican boxers. But there wasn't anything lean or underfed about his cock. It rose menacingly from a dense patch of midnight-black pubic hair. Its shaft was darker than the rest of his skin and gleamed tautly, its smoothness disturbed only by heavy, knotted veins. His cockhead, like John's, was innocent of foreskin and had a dull, velvety sheen except where wetness made it glisten. I was startled at its color; it was almost black.
Kim's skin was a tawny color, a sharp contrast to the startling platinum tone of her hair. She had beautiful, globular breasts with finger-sized nipples. Her waist was slender and graceful but thicker than mine in proportion to her heroic stature. And when she removed her panties her pubic hair betrayed her natural coloring. It was glossy and tightly curled-a luxuriant cushion of blue-black with the edges of her pussylips peeping wetly beneath it. She moved like a cat and seemed to be intent on getting to me.
Blaine studied the two of us, his gaze going from one to the other repeatedly. His eyes were heavy-lidded and sensuous and his mouth worked. When he looked at me, his expression seemed deliberately insulting. He stared hungrily at my boobs and leeringly at my cunt. His tongue wetted his lips and he swallowed frequently. But he appeared almost as lewd in the way he surveyed his wife.
"Why don't you play with her a while, puss?" he asked Kim. "I think I'd really enjoy that."
Kim smiled sleepily. "So would I. There's a lot of woman in that little package."
"Plenty of movement, too," added Blaine with a grin. "Christ, you should have seen the way she heaved with those snakes!"
"Later," she murmured.
"Like hell!" I blazed at them. "I'm not getting into that again!"
They both laughed. Kim perched on the edge of the bed and ran her hand tantalizingly down the inner slope of my thigh, starting at the knee and brushing toward my pussy. I tensed and held my breath. When the edge of her palm touched the first strands of pussy hair I kicked violently. But again the only effect was to jerk my ass sideways. She stretched out beside me and laid one leg between my thighs, her calf riding on my pussy and her knee resting lightly on my lower belly. Raising herself on one elbow, she began to caress my boobs with the other hand. In spite of the revulsion I felt at being handled by a woman, I was fascinated by the delicate, sensitive touch of her fingers. Her own experience had taught her the pressure that was most stimulating and the spots where the erotic nerves were concentrated. And her fingers were slender and smoother than any man's; even Rolf, at fifteen, had broader, blunter hands than hers.
She lay close. The heat of her thigh's inner slope supplemented that of my pussy to create a steaming pocket between our flesh. Her belly touched my side lightly and one of her boobs lay pressed against the outer bulge of mine, soft flesh against soft flesh, a curiously thrilling sensation for me. I forgot my prejudice and moaned softly.
"Oh, my!" I whispered. "Right there, Kim!
Right there!" And I twisted my head from side to side with pleasure.
"It's not all that bad, is it Anne?" she murmured, too softly for her husband to hear. "Besides, it really turns a guy on to see a couple of women getting each other worked up."
It turned a guy on to see anything get a woman worked up, I reflected. Sticking his pecker in was a small part of the enjoyment he could get out of sex.
Kim rolled onto me, propping herself to keep from crushing the breath from me. She straddled my left leg, her own left thigh lying in the wetness of my pussy and her snatch bearing hard on the front ridge of my thigh. Propping herself on her elbows, she maneuvered her boobs so the nipples touched mine, then twisted so the brown lumps swished back and forth across the pink. I squirmed, trying desperately at first to dislodge the hatefully intimate female, then surrendering to the seductive delight of silken skin against smooth, hairless skin. I was intensely conscious of the wiry prickling of her pubic hair where my thigh reached my hip and the thick, slippery goo that lubricated her pussy on the ridge of my thigh. But in the grip of all the sensations that poured over me, I had to watch the play of tits on tits.
As she swayed from side to side, Kim gradually sank lower, her boobs pressing harder and harder on mine until all four mounds were flattened and rubbing with hot, dry friction. To my horror, she caught my face between her hands and held it while her mouth settled on my lips. I fought the kiss with the little control I had, wrenching first one arm and then the other to jerk myself to the side and attempting to snap my head back to evade her lips. But there seemed no way to deny her. Her lips were greedy and demanding. Some subtle scent she wore floated around us and her mouth tasted fresh and sweet to me, reminding me vaguely of new milk. As her mouth worked on mine my alarm and disgust melted. Eager pleasure quieted me and I responded with gulping, eager thrusts.
The thrusting of my mouth seemed to awaken something in my hips. The continual flexing of her thigh on my pussy generated pulses of delicious heat in me and my hips began to jerk, grinding my open pussylips on her flesh and rubbing the floor of my slit on her. She retaliated, scrubbing her twat in narrow circles on my tightly stretched, helpless leg."
The torrents of pleasure she awakened in me overwhelmed my habitual antagonism toward women. I couldn't defend myself and it had become ridiculous to defy the urgent clamoring of my body for the delightful sensations hers produced in me. Excusing my reversal of attitude on the basis of my total helplessness, I began to twist and squirm in a deliberate effort to extract every drop of pleasure from the experience. The results astonished me. Every movement I made to accept or prolong a pleasurable sensation seemed to inject a new dimension of enjoyment into the situation. I discovered I could stimulate Kim almost as effectively as she could me, even though my movements were so severely restricted. And it became a frenzied, savage game of seeing which of us could drive the other to the higher peak of excitement.
Kim recognized the change in my behavior. She murmured against my lips, whispering terms of endearment that I would have resented from a woman an hour before. And she raised herself again, her pussy still riding my leg and her own thigh hard on my snatch. She mouthed my tits, her lips gentle as they teased my hardened nipples. Tingles raced over me and made me groan happily.
"Oh, Kim!" I whispered. "Let me have yours for a minute! Please, honey!"
She lurched forward, one gorgeous boob swinging over my face and swaying there. I caught the long nipple in my mouth and sucked, running the tip of my tongue around the rim of the puckered lump and thrilling to her sharp intake of breath.
She pressed her chin to her chest and stared at the scene. By tilting my head back-without relaxing my hold on her tit-I could meet her gaze. A slow smile softened her pouting lips and she winked at me.
"I'm so glad, Anne, darling," she muttered. "We hoped for so much from you. And you were so reserved I began to think we'd been wrong." Her smile broadened to a grin. "Sometimes it does the guys good to see they're not the only ones who can get us hot."
I had to giggle at the comical way she put down men, but I held her nipple tenderly with my teeth and wouldn't let it go. With great care, I chewed at the rubbery lump until it squeaked in the grip of my teeth. Kim threw her head back and shuddered.
"Yaghhh!" she yelled. "God, Anne! That drives me up the wall!"
When I relaxed my hold she sagged on me for an instant and panted. "How did you ever learn that?" she demanded. "Good God, what a marvelous sensation!"
"That and Rolf are the two things my husband gave me." I didn't mean it to sound as bad as it did, but I wasn't going to apologize for the truth.
She disengaged herself then and turned around to kneel astride my upper chest. Dropping to her forearms she put her face to my pussy and licked at the inner faces of my pussylips. Her tongue felt smooth and soothing to me and the sweet scented darkness of her twat hovered before my face. I yielded to impulse and raised my head to return the favor. It was an awful strain on my neck, but I faced a situation I'd never even dreamed of. In the first place I'd never seen a pussy at close range. Her pussylips were thick, swollen ridges of soft flesh, the outer slopes dark and thickly overgrown with hair. But along the crest of each was a sharp zone of differentiation where the dark skin gave way to smooth, shiny tissue like the inside of a mouth. The inner slopes were thickly coated with a layer of fluid. And inside, lining the gaping trough, was a second set of petal-like lips that quivered and glistened, lighter-hued and almost translucent. Finally, centered in the rounded floor of her slit, her vagina stared blackly at me, its rim supporting thin, fluted projections that extended into its opening like the leaves of a camera diaphragm.
I shivered with anticipation and extended my tongue, sliding it along the groove between the inner and outer lips on one side of her slit. Her hips leaped convulsively, then settled back so her pussy touched my mouth with my head resting on the mattress. I sighed with relief at being able to avoid the terrible strain on my neck and began to lick with exploratory passes of my tongue. Her thick wetness had a flavor that puckered the back of my mouth and took away my breath. Slowly, delighted at the novel feeling of the wet tissues, I ran the tip of my tongue around the inside of her cunt and teased the flutings. Kim drove her tongue deep into my twat and twitched her hips as we lost ourselves in the mutual exercise.
Nuzzling her pussy, I repositioned her so I could get her clitoris into my mouth. I felt of the stiff little cylinder with my lips while her hips danced and shook. And I explored the cone-shaped head with my tongue. When I had finished exploring, I started to suck, rubbing the sides of the hard roll with my teeth and gently caressing the tip with my tongue. Kim jammed herself onto my mouth and grabbed my clit between her teeth. She gave me the same treatment I was giving her and both of us began to heave and groan. Jagged bolts of excitement coursed over me with the same kind of oscillation as alternating electricity. The intensity of my pleasure aroused savage impulses in me and I sucked ferociously at her. I knew we were going to come, and I was determined to make her reach her orgasm before I did mine.
But Blaine was evidently reaching the limit of his self-control, too. I heard him grunt fiercely and felt the bed sag as he dropped onto it on his knees.
"Oh, shit!" he exclaimed. "You broads got too much going! What great livestock!"
It would have infuriated me to be called "livestock" under any ordinary circumstances. At this moment it was simply another kind of stimulation that drove a buzzing wave of lust through me. He laid one hand on Kim's ass and squeezed, then curled his fingers around in front of my nose and thrust three of them into her cunt. With a wicked chuckle, he then slid his other hand around my hip and onto my pussy, where he buried his thumb in me.
"Wish to Christ I had two cocks!" He said, mumbling. "Jesus, do I wish I had two!"
Kim released my clitoris for a moment and retorted. "You'd either have to have them growing out of your hands or have one on your forehead," she remarked sardonically. "No other way you could fuck both of us at once while we were like this."
He sighed. "Guess not. Sure does something to a guy to have two steaming cunts where he can reach them at the same time, though. Makes him greedy as hell!"
Kim snorted. "When's the last time you weren't greedy anyway?" But her voice softened and throbbed with affection for him. "Come on, love. Quit stalling. You're just trying to keep me from feeling left out. You know you're going to wind up fucking Anne." She had trouble keeping her words steady, her body jerking spasmodically as I continued to suck.
But I relaxed my grip and gulped for breath. "Kim-Kim, honey! Let me keep sucking your pussy while Blaine fucks me!"
"Brrr! Would you, Anne?"
"Come on! I want to!"
Blaine acted relieved at my offer. "She's even a better sport than we ever did hope!" he exclaimed to his wife. "And gutty as hell!"
He withdrew his hands from our pussies and moved around my raised leg. With his knees on either side of my hips he lifted my ass and inched against me, sticking his cockhead into the depression surrounding my cunt. I shuddered and gave a sigh of pleasure at the hot, intimate sensation. And Kim pushed herself half-erect, clutching at my boobies and letting her pussy rest on my mouth. Blaine lunged, his cock plowing the length of my hungry vagina with one powerful, plunging stroke. I yelled my delight and grabbed a great mouthful of Kim's pussy, my tongue thrust into her cunt and my lips sucking in the tissues around it. I managed to gather masses of her membranes, and I chewed fiercely on them while I sucked. She began to shudder, one spasm of trembling following another while her fingers rolled my nipples.
Blaine pumped at my pussy, his cock a powerful piston in the barrel of my vagina and his belly blasting the broad surface my outspread thighs made of my pussy. It was a wild, exhilarating experience for me. I couldn't have imagined such pleasure out of a situation involving more than two people. And I'd never have believed I could feel such affection for another woman or cooperate with her in a sex game. Having Blaine's cock in me wasn't going to cure my distrust immediately, but for the moment the distrust simply served to intensify the excitement of getting fucked by him.
For the first time, I caught a glimpse of a wall mirror and realized I could take in the whole scene. But it was almost too late. I was already hovering on the verge of orgasm and I knew by the frantic movements of the two bodies so intimately locked to mine they were, too. But I did see Blaine catch his wife by the shoulders and crush his mouth to hers in a savage kiss, even as they both went rigid in their climaxes. And as I watched their frenzied gulping the knot in my belly erupted and my own massive contractions milked Blaine's jetting cock and hurried the flood of hot cum that pooled in the heart of my vagina.
When our orgasmic rigidity melted the other two untied me. One on either side, they clutched me and fondled me, laughing with the happiness of complete abandon and making me feel like a royal princess.
"Oh, Anne, darling! We're so glad you're going to be one of us! And you'll love it!" Kim's mouth covered my shoulder and breast with wet kisses.
"How about it, puss? Fun?" asked Blaine.
"I was scared half to death," I admitted. "Being tied up like that is a traumatic experience! Especially with a couple you've hardly gotten to know!"
"Pretty brutal," Blaine agreed. "Made it that much more exciting, though, didn't it?"
I had to laugh at his earnestness. "Yes. After I gave up and made the most of it."
I wasn't very dignified. The sensation of being sandwiched between two such delightful bodies as Kim's and her husband's-and having them so eager and enthusiastic-made me a lot more responsive than normal. And it wasn't long before we were tumbling over each other like three kittens in a litter. The fascinating challenge of satisfying the hungers of three people at once drove us into unbelievable gymnastics and I panted as hard from the mere physical exertion as I did from sexual excitement. But there was no shortage of that. Every fiber in my body hummed tautly with my sex drive and I wallowed with the other two trying to absorb the maximum pleasure all at once.
"Once in a while," Blaine said, sounding a little awe-struck, "when we're all feeling no pain, John and Rose and Kim and I all pile up like this. Too strenuous to do it very often. But, God, what a wild orgy it's going to be with five!"
His mention of John touched me off again and I was the most primitive, lustful creature I could have been for the next half-hour. But we were totally exhausted by the time it started to get light outside, and they walked back to my rooms with me so we could get an hour's sleep before it was time to get up.
And as they left I looked after them. Maybe Blaine wasn't really so bad after all. A person did have to make allowances for people with as much creative genius as he had.