Chapter 3
Nancy had never seriously thought of having sex in a room which was occupied by anyone other than herself and the man she was having sex with.
In youthful fantasies, the notion had occasionally crossed her mind, just as girls are sometimes inclined to think of prancing down Main Street without clothes on or leaping into a fireman's net while wearing no panties under their skirts.
It was an irrational, naughty notion-that, and nothing more. After all, who would really engage in intercourse with anyone looking on? No one except those who were paid by some degenerate to do so.
In college she had heard stories about so-called gang bangs and group gropes in which sex play went on in the open, but she had discounted these. The people who spread the stories were just fantasizing, she concluded, as she did sometimes, only they fantasized aloud.
So it may readily be imagined how startled and scandalized-and secretly exhilarated-she was when naked Laura appeared in the opening doorway of the room, with naked Rex behind her. Nancy saw them before Harv did, because she was still crouched atop him, sliding her lubricated loins up and down on his sexual muscle. She stopped moving abruptly.
"Go on, baby," Harv moaned. "Go on. That's damned good!"
"Harv...?" she murmured strangely.
He squinted up at her face, saw the direction of her gaze, then twisted his head on the pillow.
"Hi, old buddy!" Rex said as he strode into the room, his lax dong swinging.
"We thought we'd join you two playmates," Laura said with a smile. "Nobody minds, do they?"
Nancy couldn't say anything. She didn't want to admit (even to herself) that she welcomed Laura and Rex in the room, but she couldn't demand that they leave, either. The immediate effect which their presence had upon her was to send a fresh shot of joy juice squirting down into her love chamber, which hotly clasped Harv's rod. Color rushed to her cheeks. She hunched a little, as if to hide her breasts.
Then she asked herself, Why should I be ashamed? What I have is better than Laura's, so if she's not embarrassed, why should I be?
She straightened up. She even smiled.
"That's the girl," Laura said. "What is this for you two-the first or second?" " "Second, of course," Harv replied.
"Well then, it's not fair," Rex told him. "Laura and I didn't have seconds."
With that, he grasped Nancy and lifted her off Harv, leaving Harv's slick, plum-colored pecker standing up, as naked as a fence post.
"Heyyy!" Harv protested.
Nancy squealed, then laughed as she and Rex rolled together beside Harv. Laura stood, smiling wisely and enjoying the show.
Nancy came to rest on her back, her beautiful lush tits hobbling back and forth, their perfectly formed pink nipples standing up. These little fingers of passion beckoned to Rex. He bent and, with a happy growl, gobbled up one of them.
Harv had moved over to give Rex and Nancy more room, and he had been watching them. Now he looked at Laura and grinned, encircling the base of his rod with his index finger and thumb and swaying the shaft back and forth.
"Have some salami, baby?" he joked.
"It might go pretty good, at that," she said and hip-swayed over.
She climbed atop him and carefully fitted her pussy down over his upstanding rod.
Now Rex was mounting Nancy. She was amazed at herself as she let him push his quickly stiffened cock deep into the moist pink cavity where Harv's had been. He began to screw her as Laura screwed Harv.
Was this really happening to her? Or was she experiencing a particularly vivid dream?
Cold reason argued in favor of a dream, but her hot flesh couldn't dispute the plunging, throbbing, thrill-giving presence of the prick in her cunt. Rex was sliding it in and out forcefully but methodically, going very deep with each invading thrust and nearly slipping out entirely each time he drew it back.
Nancy's nerve endings were gloriously aroused. She was very much back in the ball game again. The change of lovers had done the trick. Two climaxes with Harv had taken the sharp edge off her desire for him, but now that Rex was the man who had his stiff prick in her pussy, she was thoroughly excited once more.
Then, too, there was the excitement of having Laura crouched right next to her, looking down at her passion-gripped face as Rex thrust relentlessly in and out, round and round, in and out, again and again. Nancy bobbed her hips in time to his thrusts and sometimes rotated them too. Rex wasn't quite as thick in the phallus as Harv, but he was certainly as long. Perhaps longer. Each time he came powering into her, he seemed to bump her backbone.
"Fun, hmm?" Laura smiled down. Her taut little tits vibrated as she squirmed rhythmically atop Harv and took his jolting upward thrusts.
"Yes...." Nancy admitted in a gush of hot sweet breath, and she thought to herself: You slut! You slut! What a terrible slut you are!
But the thought didn't seem to interfere with her fun, and it certainly didn't begin to stop her from continuing with what she was doing under Rex.
Heightening arousal gripped her. She pumped with a greater vengeance. Her eyes jammed tightly closed, and her pink mouth was an open wound. She panted. She ground her burning breasts into the hairy chest of the man who bore down upon her.
The bed was bucking wildly beneath the two copulating couples. The rhythm of Laura and Harv was faster than that which Rex had established with Nancy, and as a result the bed seemed to be shaking in all directions at once. It was a bumpy ride for all concerned ... but good.
It was so good for Nancy that she finally lost track of the other couple altogether. Her eyes were closed, and as Rex began moving on her more quickly, the rhythm of his rapid thrusts was all she could feel.
She wasn't aware of the fact that Laura had left Harv and climbed off the bed, nor that the sleek brunette had returned quickly to the other room, where her large tote bag rested. In it was a Polaroid camera.
Laura brought the camera back to the room where Rex was still pumping urgently and thrillingly atop Nancy. Harv lay beside them on the kind-size bed, his hands folded under his head, his cock still hard (for Laura had left him before either of them could reach completion).
Nancy was striving blindly and desperately for her climax. Rex was moving as if motivated by the same overpowering urge, but he knew he would have to hold off until Laura got the shots she wanted.
He kept thrusting and bouncing against Nancy's lush belly. Her hot thighs bracketed his flanks as she rhythmically flexed her legs, pounding her palpitating pussy against him.
Rex turned slightly and watched Laura as she lifted her camera. He smiled, and she tripped the shutter, exploding a flash at the same time.
Nancy's eyes popped open, but Laura quickly lowered the camera and, for a few seconds, Nancy didn't realize what had happened. This allowed enough time for the first picture to develop.
The flash occurred again, then Nancy realized what was taking place.
She shrieked, pounding at Rex, trying to get him off her. He kept pumping.
"It's all right, baby," Laura said. "I took a picture for each of us, as a souvenir. In a minute, you can take a couple of Harv and me."
"I don't want to!" she cried, still struggling with Rex. "Oh, damn you, Laura!"
"Nancy! For heaven's sake! There's nothing to get so pissed off about."
Laura put the camera down and rejoined Harv, throwing a lean leg over him and settling down on his passion pin. She began immediately to jog up and down.
Nancy had lost ground in her ascent of the slippery slope of lust. Rex had stopped moving and was holding her down with his arms while he nipped at her bobbing and quivering nipples, drawing first one and then the other up into his warm, wet mouth for a sensuous suck.
"Damn it, let me goooo!" she howled.
"You don't wanla go, baby," he crooned. "You want some more of daddy's cock. Tell inc you want it."
"Gel off me!" she cried. "Oh, I should never have come here! This is rape!"
Laura laughed as she posted energetically atop Harv. "Nobody twisted your arm to put you on that bed. At least, I hope Harvey didn't."
"She was just as ready as I was," he reported ungallantly but truthfully.
"And I didn't have to rape you either, babe," Rex said, pushing himself up on his arms. "Now, what say we get back to what we were doing?"
He began to thrust into her vigorously once more, and in spite of herself Nancy moved her hips in hungry acceptance of his lunges.
Soon both couples were going at it hot and heavy.
Nancy was terribly confused. She had no idea, really, how she had gotten where she was and what had put her in the position she now occupied-flat on her back with a strange man's penis pumping in and out of her frothing cunt. The pictures were an added mystery. But, confused and worried though she was, she couldn't keep from being swept along on the tide of passion which Rex was generating with his rapidly stroking shaft.
"Oooh, damn it! Damn it!" she cried, and moved her hips fiercely.
Laura and Harv stopped moving and both watched, Harv looking right into Nancy's passion-contorted face as Rex pumped his prick into her with everything he had. She came ecstatically.
He finished then, tightening and ramming deep, arching his body as he pushed himself backward with his arms. His sex gun fired again and again....
Nancy found herself alone and watching with a peculiar sense of detachment as Laura joyously rotated and bobbed atop Harv ... and Rex stood to the side, aiming the camera, taking a shot, tearing the developed print off, and repeating the process a second time.
She realized that she might be in these pictures, as well as the ones which Laura had taken earlier, but she didn't react now as she had reacted then. The damage was already done, and anyway, she felt drugged from all the sex.
So she merely watched, and found it vaguely interesting to witness another woman getting her jollies from a man. Laura's facial features tightened. She gasped. She moved feverishly atop Harv's passion pole, and he bumped upward, grunting. Finally she hung momentarily suspended, halfway down on him, then dropped with a rapturous expression on her face as she gloved his quivering phallus and they had their orgasms together.
Nancy didn't say anything for a while, nor did Laura as she cuddled up to Harv. Rex, still naked, moved to the dresser and placed the camera there.
The pictures, Nancy thought. What do they look like?
She didn't have to wait long to get the answer to her unspoken question. When she saw the pictures, her cheeks flamed again. She felt shame, but there was fascination, also.
Laura seemed to enjoy the pictures a great deal, as did the two men. They also enjoyed Nancy's reaction to them.
"Throw them away, Laura," Nancy implored. "We don't want them around."
"Nonsense," Laura said. "They're cute souvenirs. Here ... you get two and I'll keep two."
She handed two of the prints to Nancy.
"I don't want them," Nancy insisted, and tried to hand them back.
"You'd better keep them, honey," the other woman advised. "Who knows? They might be of more interest to you in the future."
Nancy put the prints down, then thought better of her decision and picked them up again. She took a last look at the wanton scenes-one of which showed her wallowing beneath Rex, while the other showed her lying exposed beside Harv as Laura crouched astride the man-then she tore both of them in two and tore the pieces in two again. She carried them to the bathroom and flushed them down the toilet.
The four sex revelers put their clothes on and, in a much subdued frame of mind, drove back to the parking lot near the restaurant where both Laura and Nancy had left their cars.
During the drive, there was little conversation. Everyone entertained their own very private thoughts.
Nancy's mind remained terribly confused. Since she was not much of a drinker, the fairly large quantity of liquor she had consumed that day was still exerting a potent effect. And she felt sexually drained. Gone was the gnawing grustration which had been afflicting her for the last few days, but in its place there was a comparable gnawing sense of guilt. Bob's image wavered in the back of her consciousness like a ghost.
Puzzlement was present too.
What did this all mean?
Experiences such as she had just been through didn't happen to people out of a clear sky. There was some sort of weird purpose behind it. She was sure Laura could tell her what the purpose was, but for some reason she couldn't put a direct question to the other woman. If sexual inhibitions had been abolished that day, social and other inhibitions had not. Laura had first impressed her as an honest and straightforward person, but now she knew better.
There were those pictures to worry about too. Nancy had destroyed the two prints which Laura had given her, but Laura had kept her own. Laura was married to Dave, and Dave worked with Bob.
But no woman would deliberatlely show her husband pictures of herself in bed with another man-or men-even to hurt somebody else. Would she?
Anyway, why would Laura want to hurt her, Nancy wondered.
Why ... why ... why...?
And what was going to happen next?
The world was full of questions, and right then Nancy didn't have an answer to her name.