Chapter 3
Through sheer self-control that Angie Thompson had never before known she possessed, she painfully lasted through the balance of the afternoon's appointments. The young brunette felt as though she were nothing more than a fleshy robot most of the time, going through the motions of her profession in a sort of ritualistic numbness. Finally, after what seemed an eternity, the miserably haunted young dentist was able to lock up shop and drive home to the suburbs, where she shared a ranch-style house with Sheryl and Frank Waters.
Sheryl and Frank were not home when she arrived, for which Angie was extremely grateful. Entering the house, she threw the door closed behind her, flipped on the living room lights, and stood staring at the familiar furnishings in which she lived - home, safety, sanctuary. And yet the wood-beamed ceiling, the oiled walnut furniture, the large curving sofa at the far end of the room - everything seemed so alien now, so strange and not at all comforting as if she no longer belonged in its polite surroundings. Dear Lord, she felt as if she would go insane from the terrible guilt she bore, the terrible knowledge, and she needed something to deaden the screaming nerve ends in her mind. She had to have some sort of respite!
She hurried over to a formica-topped cabinet where Frank kept his liquor supply, and locating a bottle of brandy, poured herself a glass. She sipped longingly at the potent amber liquid, walking over to gaze out the rear windows to the patio and the green lawn that rolled gently down to a garden of tall plants and shrubs. The house belonged to her roommate Sheryl, part of a divorce settlement from her disastrous marriage. It had been one of those things an impressionable girl of eighteen can become involved in, the man twenty years her senior and only interested in proving he was still virile and attractive in his middle age. Angie didn't know all the details and had never pressed Sheryl for them, but the marriage had obviously left a deep and abiding scar on the younger woman's soul, and was, in Angie's opinion, the reason behind Sheryl's bitterness toward men and her rabid Fem Lib nature.
In fact, it had been at a Women Forward! meeting that Angie had first met Sheryl Waters. She'd gone there out of curiosity with another friend, and there she'd learned that Sheryl was feeling lonely, rattling around in the three-bedroom house all by herself. Angie had been in the process of looking for another apartment, so it was natural that the two would get together. That had been eight months ago, and it had worked out very well.
Sheryl's brother had shown up three months ago for a two-week stay that had the earmarks of continuing indefinitely. He was two years older than his sister, and at twenty-five, was the loudest, brashest, cockiest man Angie had ever met. He didn't walk, he strutted. He would throw back his head and bark laughter, especially at anything risque or dirty. Angie looked upon him as everything she abhorred in a man, and after a couple of crude passes, she was able to get that point across to him.
Without either Sheryl or Frank there at the moment, the house was quiet as a tomb to Angie's ears. But Sheryl would be home soon from her secretarial job, and Frank ... well God only knew where that good-for-nothing loafer was. It was enough that for the moment there was peace around her, and she took another deep swallow, savoring the brandy as it warmed her throat all the way down to her stomach. But while quiet surrounded her, inside her mind crashed the roaring breakers of storm-tossed emotions ...
Angie could not shake the insidious memories of her lewd behavior that afternoon, despite the liquor flowing through her bloodstream. She recalled all too clearly how she'd just seduced Todd Behan until she'd devoured his youthful penis and sacrificed his precious innocence. Her dormant body had awakened into a raging mass of sexually hungry flesh, corrupting the boy, without mercy, by sucking his delicious penis to orgasm and leaving the teenager drained and depleted in her dental chair. And she could find no excuse to justify her evil behavior, not one single reason to ease her burden of guilt. Trembling with shame, she finished her glass of brandy in a single heady gulp, and it made her dizzy and slightly ill, for she hadn't had anything to eat since breakfast. She choked to hold the brandy down as she remembered what she had tasted hungrily for lunch, and in an automatic response, she lifted the glass again.
Realizing the glass was empty, the troubled brunette returned to the cabinet and poured herself some more brandy. She felt a little ashamed at the way she was gulping Frank's liquor, but she couldn't help a sense of relief for the faint light-headedness which was easing the constriction of her tortured mind. Yet Lord, it was not enough ...
The shame-stricken lady dentist turned away from the liquor cabinet, afraid that Sheryl might come home at any moment and catch her like this. She took a step toward the hall, then turned back and grasped the brandy bottle, and holding it carefully to her breast, walked down to her bedroom. She staggered once, but she wasn't sure whether that was from the effects of the alcohol or the swirling torment that was seething through her veins.
Inside her bedroom, Angie shut the door and leaned against it, biting down hard on the lower lip in an effort to block the thoughts that were marauding her mind. She felt tears welling in her eyes, but she blinked them back, suddenly experiencing an irrational desire to purge herself to cleanse her mind and body of all the traces of her guilt. Bent on taking a shower as quickly as she could, she lurched to the dresser, where she put down the bottle and glass and turned on the small table lamp. Then in feverish haste, the anguished older woman stripped off her work smock, throwing it along with her brassiere and panties into a far corner.
But the reflection in the dresser mirror caught her eyes, and for a long moment she stared shamefully at her mature, voluptuous body. Just as always, she thought mournfully as she saw that her naked flesh looked exactly as it had that morning. Nobody could ever guess that she'd been nearly raped and then crazily molested an innocent young boy ... and as she continued to view her naked curvaceous figure with rapt fixation, she could almost perceive a face, Todd's face, as another foggy image in the mirror. She knew it was only her mind playing tricks on her, but she could almost feel imaginary small hands caressing and squeezing her naked skin ... she could almost hear her own deep craving voice pleading for more ... more of ... of sex!
Sex: only a word to her before, a notion of a physical contact that she had never enjoyed. But this afternoon she had learned the meaning and passion that lay behind that word. But it had not been with a man. No, it had been an inexperienced young fifteen year old who had unchained these strange new longings in her body ...
It was too bad that she would have to return to her dependence on masturbation, with nothing but the memory of this wild afternoon to excite her. Just the remembrance of the handsome adolescent was sufficient to send little tingles of pleasure through her now, making her nipples harden and distend before her very eyes. But no, she had gone too far as it was ... and in another respect, she had come too close. She must not even let herself dwell on darling Todd Behan, for if anything happened like that again, she might end up in bed with the boy! In bed... making passionate love ... and to a teenager! And Angie was determined more than ever not to let such a disaster strike.
With trembling fingers, she located the brandy bottle and poured yet another drink for herself. Some of the liquor spilled down in a thin brown rivulet between her nakedly quivering breasts as she raised the glass to her lips and drank deeply with her eyes still locked on her cream-white reflection in the mirror. The fiery alcohol burned and made her cough for air. Her stomach recoiled, seeming about to rebel, and then settled again and the brandy stayed down. Angie poured again from the bottle, drank again, and then stood swaying on the bedroom carpet as she waited for the impact of the potent liquor to soothe her wounded conscience.
She hiccupped twice, then felt a vast dizziness take hold of her entire body. Some of the awful pressure seemed to finally abate under the renewed onslaught of the opiate brandy, and a kind of steady lethargy returned to the humiliated woman dentist. It spread through her tortured system like wildfire, numbing her fingertips, her lips, and she knew she was in no condition to navigate the way to the bathroom now. Dimly she was aware that she had to crawl into bed before the quickly-downed alcohol hit her full force and made her pass out.
Unsteadily, she groped her way from the dresser to the large double bed in the center of the room. She fumbled along the wall for support until she reached the bed, and then collapsed on the covers without being able to push them back and slide between the sheets. She was asleep - comatose - within a matter of seconds, lying nakedly sprawled with her head cradled on the soft down pillow....
The sound of someone entering the bedroom woke her from the depths of a heavy, drugged sleep.
Angie had no idea how much time had elapsed since she had passed out, other than the vague realization it was very late at night. Her brain was still thick with the effects of the liquor and the enveloping sleep, and the fullness of her shame and misery was buried somewhere under a sea of cotton which floated within the confines of her skull. A half-realized fear that it would burst into consciousness made her whimper slightly as she lay there naked and bathed in the cold sweat of nightmares. But the reprehensibility remained ethereal, finally retreating altogether into her subconscious, and she began to experience a kind of unstable calm.
"Angie...?" As if from a great distance, a voice - a familiar, softly feminine voice - floated to her ears. "Angie, are you all right ... ?"
Angie was cogent now, but as if in a dream her ears picking up the sound of steps padding barefoot across the carpet, but she couldn't seem to open her eyes to see who it was. Once again the fear tried to rush through her, to bring her sitting up in terror on the bed, but the defensive barriers that her mind had formed with the aid of the brandy refused to be broken down. She could only lay listening, the lids of her eyes impossibly heavy, as whoever was in the room came nearer and nearer and finally stopped beside the bed.
"Angie? This is Sheryl. I heard you crying...."
Oh God, not Sheryl! I can't bear to have her see me like this... But Angie was unable to put her anguish into words, unable to speak at all.. .
Sheryl Waters looked down at the half-unconscious brunette who shared her home, and the effect of Angie's despairing motion on the covers was electrifying to her. The twenty-three year old blonde sucked in her breath, unable to take her eyes off her roommate's fully exposed body on the covers.
Angie's hair fanned out behind the rolling head like a black glossy halo in the dim light of the dresser lamp, perspiring as if in the heat of some unknown passion. Sheryl let her eyes wander with fond admiration down to the older woman's taut, full breasts with their plum-dark nipples like burnished accents on the soft skin, and she clutched the throat of her long diaphanous gown, feeling her own breasts swelling in response. Then she gazed rapturously along Angie's smooth flat belly and the gentle sloping of her thighs, down to where her softly curling pubic hair contrasted darkly with the ivory warmth of her thighs and shadowed the pink flesh of her vaginal lips. Never had she seen so desirable looking a woman, not even in the girls' showers back at the high school where she'd once gone!
Lord in heaven, how can I keep from touching her? Sheryl groaned inwardly.
Sheryl Waters had always been enamored with the sight of feminine nakedness. She'd valiantly tried to keep away from any lesbian contact as a growing girl, but the frustration had been almost insurmountable. If she hadn't resorted to fingering her tight little pussy to climax in the privacy of her own home, she would have gone right out of her mind! Then her mother had caught her masturbating in the shower one day, and she'd known something else had to be done.
In desperation, she had accepted Landry Furgeson's proposal, hoping she could put an end to her perverted desires by learning to love the white-haired widower and his thick, throbbing penis. But her wedding night had been a horror for her, a night of terror and agony as her virginity had been ripped away without regard for her feelings or her fears. Landry Furgeson had been, unfortunately, exactly the type of brutal and uncaring sadist she was inwardly afraid all men were. She had been unable to respond with the passion she'd thought she should, and growing frigid, she soon proved impossible for the middle-aged man to stand. The fights, the lies, the cheating ... God; she still woke up nights with the horrid memories of those two years with him!
Eventually Landry had deserted her, and she'd become an embittered woman despising all men. She hated her ex-husband to such a degree that she had purposely petitioned the court for her maiden name back. And now there was no halting her unnatural desires. She'd joined every militant women's group she could find, and there she'd met numerous females with the same fear of men and the same frustration for sexual expression - whether they admitted it or not. The pleasurable interludes of stroking their creamy smooth skin and kissing the trembling wetness between their thighs became the only sexual satisfaction Sheryl had ever known, and she had never thought once about returning to the bestial arms of some rapacious man.
And now, standing at the side of Angie's bed, she smiled down at the naked brunette dentist who shared her home, and thought of the love they could also share if only Angie would agree. The heavily breathing blonde could feel her own moistened cuntal lips swelling with passion and her tiny clitoris hardening with mounting desire, the nipples of her throbbing breasts tingling against the soft material of her nightgown, and she moistened her lips several times as she fantasized about how she could gently bring Angie to a peak of orgasm as only a woman knew how to do. And Lord! With the opportunity spread naked before her, how on earth could she resist the temptation to try...?
"Sheryl..." Angie's lips moved again as she tried to form words. "Sheryl, what are you doing here...?"
Angie felt a gentle lowering of the mattress as her roommate sat down alongside her. "Don't be upset, Angie," the younger girl's soft, gentle voice intoned. "Frank's asleep but I heard you crying in here when I came from the bathroom. So I ...just came in. You must have been having a nightmare, dear, but it's all right now."
Angie tried to speak again, but nothing would come out. The tormented brunette could only toss her head some more on the pillow, tears unable to squeeze past her weighted eyelids. One of her hands was lifted from the covers and stroked tenderly between two very soft palms.
"Something Is the matter," Sheryl said in sympathetic concern. "I've never seen you this way, so distraught and upset. Tell me about it, Angie, maybe I can help...."
Angie shook her head convulsively, finally able to fight the words past her throat. "N-No, I can't...." she whimpered. "I c-can't...."
"It's not good, keeping it bottled up inside you this way," the blonde roommate urged.
"It'll only make things worse."
Angie could finally feel her tears brimming in her eyes and trickling down over her cheeks. She was only partially aware of Sheryl moving closer to her on the bed, and could hazily sense the other woman smoothing the silken strands of her long dark hair.
"There, there," she heard a softly cooing voice close to her ear. "It can't be as bad as all that...."
"It is ... it is...." Angie moaned uncontrollably.
"Tell me about it, dear. Don't be afraid. It'll be just between us two, I promise. That's what friends are for...."
Perhaps it was Sheryl's tenderly reassuring words, or perhaps it was because her own torment was too great to bear and the brandy she'd drunk had loosened her natural reluctance. But whatever it was, Angie's tortured mind suddenly did want to confess all. She had promised herself that the appalling truth would be locked in the confines of her soul forever, but with an overwhelming surge, she now broke down and told her solicitous roommate everything that had happened to her that horrible day at the office. In sobbing, broken, half-intelligible words, she haltingly described the near-rape on her desk by Lew Grady, and then shortly afterwards, her own unforgivable rape of young Todd Behan's immature penis. She left out nothing, for once the dam of her sorrow was breached, she was incapable of leaving any of the unspeakable sins unsaid. Then having finished, she turned her head aside and continued to cry in wretched helplessness.
Sheryl Waters stroked Angie's hand and hair, and a small lewd smile curved along her youthful face. It was just as she'd suspected all along! Angie had been brutalized by men, and like herself, had rejected them in return. And now, though her roommate might be seven years older, she was not as experienced, and was not fully aware of what her womanly body was craving - other than the subconscious desire to love and be loved. But she, Sheryl, could show her lovely friend the way, the bliss that could turn them into lovers overnight! But God, did she dare...?
" ... Ohhhh Sheryl, I'm so miserable," Angie moaned disconsolately. "You ... you don't know how ... you don't know...."
"Oh, but I do, dear," breathed Sheryl fervently. "I know all about how bad men can be. You must trust me, and not be afraid ... " "Afraid...?"
"Shhh now, shhh...." Sheryl whispered, but her breath hitched in her throat from her rising desire. "I'll rub your head a little, Angie. I'll rub your head and arms and help you relax. That will make you feel better, won't it...? You're so beautiful, Angie, with such a lovely firm body ... I'm so happy you could move in with me ...
"Mmmmm..." Angie sighed, her tears ceasing and her mind only half hearing her roommate's velvet-soft words. She could feel Sheryl's soothing fingertips massaging around her forehead and temples, and a calming euphoria began to flow through her tattered nerves. It did feel good, so pleasant and nice . ..
"Men are so cruel, so harsh!" Sheryl was saying in the same mesmerizing tone of voice. "I remember how Landry would come bursting into the bedroom whenever he could get it up. He was never kind and gentle with me, only like some savage animal out to destroy...."
The torpor within Angie began to increase now, and Sheryl's words became almost meaningless to her. But she listened to them anyway, not wishing Sheryl to' stop massaging her arms and face, needing somebody, someone who was understanding the way she she felt now. The softly flowing sentences her blonde roommate was intoning were unimportant... what was important was her voice, so hypnotic, so soothing, making the hurt recede even further ...
" ... faster and harder Landry would fuck me, like a crazed bull, until finally he'd cum. Then that huge cock of his would get even larger, and his sticky sperm would shoot up inside my pussy until I was overflowing with the stuff. And when he was finished, he'd pull his prick out like it was a sword being pulled out of my guts, trailing his goddamn cum all over my legs...."
Angie shivered unconsciously, drowsily listening to the lewd words filtering in her ears. Her face blushed slightly as she felt her body twitch in sympathy for Sheryl, remembering in a vague dream-like way how she had been so cruelly fucked by a man so many years ago. The trickling thought perversely stimulated her against her will, and without her conscious desire, a tiny tendril of arousal somehow burrowed down inside her loins.
maybe you think I ought to try a boy too," Sheryl said in a light, gently taunting manner. "I could try, but I don't think it would do any good for me. He'd be smaller, but no better than any man. Her voice was trembling now as she rapidly lost control of herself. "And Angie, we can do better together ... believe me ... if only you'll trust me and not be afraid...."
Suddenly the twenty-three year old girl could no longer fight the desperate urges burning through her vibrant flesh. Taking one hand away from Angie's fevered brow, she reached up and unfastened the drawstring of her nightgown. Then deftly, she wriggled the loose folds of the satin nightie down over her naked body and exposed her firm, curvaceous flesh beneath. Her corn-silk colored hair curled down over her shoulders, framing a sweet, snub-nosed face with wide, full lips and dimpled cheeks. Her conical young breasts beat with the rhythm of her lustfully pounding heart, solid and upright though not quite as large and developed as Angie's. As she inched closer to the dark-haired woman lying supine and unaware on the bed, Angie could see that her blonde roommate was stretching open the rounded cuntal lips between her slender, almost boyish thighs, showing their pink fleshy smoothness and the little swollen bud of her hardened clitoris. Beneath the sparse growth of her golden pussy hair, Sheryl's vaginal crevice seemed to be twitching with prurient expectancy, swelling with anticipatory arousal and moistening with desire. Trembling now, Sheryl reached out with her hand and gently stroked one of Angie's firmly rounded breasts, pausing to tease the dark nipple with a practiced feminine touch.
"Sh-Sheryl? W-what are you doing...?" Angie, still soporific and dizzy, lay as if tied helplessly to the bed. A dry, almost strangling lump began to form in her throat as only dimly, she comprehended that her roommate was no longer massaging her throbbing temples, but was cupping her breast with an unmistakable intent.
"Trust me...."Sheryl whispered seductively. "I know what you need, dear. You need what no man or boy can give you, what only a woman can give you. Understanding, Angie, understanding and a different kind of love. Not the violent, painful love of a man, but a gentle love, without pain. Wouldn't you like to be loved that way...?"
In stunned disbelief, Angie trembled on the covers of her bed unable to understand what had possessed her blonde-haired friend to act so obscenely. She lay unable to move, as though her mind was bereft of power to repel the intimate caresses which were both exciting and shocking at the same time. She heard a warning bell toll distantly in the back of her drunkenly confused mind, telling her this was evil... evil. .. yet the arousing tendrils of delicious sensations that were flowing through her naked flesh seemed to overwhelm her unwilling thoughts ...
"You're so pretty," Sheryl sighed wetly into her ear. "I thought so from the first day you moved in, and I watched you undressing that night. I wanted to be with you then, but I didn't dare say so. But you're too good to waste yourself on men or little boys. Let me show you about loving, Angie, real loving that doesn't hurt you but only feels good...."
Sheryl's hands squeezed her roommate's breasts tenderly and she leaned over closer ... Angie found she could not move as the blonde girl's lips closed tightly over her own, gently at first so she could feel the full moistness of Sheryl's mouth, and then more firmly. She sensed her own lips beginning to involuntarily relax under the sensitive pressure, and then as Sheryl's tongue slipped wetly between her teeth, Angie seemed to submit gradually to the thrilling new sensations. She let her naked body follow up, rubbing against the other woman, her warmly pulsing loins undulating with building desire.
Sheryl stretched out on the bed beside Angie then, moving hard against her while feeling her own perverted passion seething hot and urgent. Her hand continued to massage her full firm breasts with a woman's special gentleness, while Angie responded unwittingly to the horribly fascinating and stimulating attentions.
The young lady dentist felt her frustrated body smoldering with the lust-inspired embers of that afternoon's seduction, and she closed her eyes and trembled all over from the slowly growing yearnings filtering through her flesh. The small, caressing fingers crept over her breasts and around her tautly tingling nipples like taunting feathers, teasing her to respond until the point where any resistance would disappear.
Sheryl held her tight, rubbing her nakedly voluptuous body so that the nipples of their breasts met and crushed electrically against one another. Angie felt her roommate's thigh raise and one slender shapely leg twine eagerly about her hip until the soft curls of Sheryl's pubic hair brushed with warm invitation against her own pulsating cuntal slit. One of the hands squeezing her breasts slipped around and moved down to her firmly rounded buttocks, pulling them apart to slide between and caress the tight, sensitive anal opening with a middle finger. Then Sheryl began slithering slowly down over Angie's quivering body, placing herself between the dazed brunette's unconsciously spreading thighs.
Angie's breath caught in her chest as her Fern Lib girl friend started softly kissing her naked white thighs. She tried to stop Sheryl from inching her legs still farther apart, but it was as if her drunken and desire-ridden flesh would not obey her vainly protesting mind. Horrified, she looked down to see that her thighs were now splayed wide open in defenseless surrender to whatever Sheryl wished to do. She couldn't believe it! After all that had taken place that day ... after all of the vows and pledges she'd made, this couldn't be happening to her now! But God, oh God, it was...
Angie could offer no resistance at all as the other woman bent obscenely between her open legs. She sucked in her breath as she felt Sheryl's thumbs pressing outward, spreading the soft, hair-fringed lips of her vagina and allowing the warm air of her bedroom to brush against her there. Sheryl's tongue flicked forward, the tip teasing moistly against the tiny throbbing bud of her clitoris, causing it to spring involuntarily into trembling hardness. Before the terrified young woman could summon the strength to resist this new debasement, her roommate spread the swollen lips of Angie's cunt still wider and thrust her wetly teasing tongue deep into the moist, unconsciously pulsating walls of the confused brunette's vagina.
The unexpectedly searing contact with the sensitive flesh of her cunt brought a long low moan of undisguised humiliation from Angie's parted lips. "No ... no, it's wrong ... no...." she groaned over and over to herself as Sheryl's tongue speared obscenely in and out of the unwontedly dilating lips of her pussy. In spite of her shame and horror at the lewd and sinful things being done to her defenseless loins, more wisps of forbidden pleasure were rippling deep down inside her drunken body. Her arms lay tensed at her sides while her firmly rounded breasts jiggled slightly from the salacious buffeting she was undergoing. She clenched her eyes shut and bared her lips back over her teeth in an effort to control the tingling sensations that were stabbing up from the tight, fleshy slit of her silk-smooth vagina.
"Ohhhhh, Sheryl, stop it... please...." she whimpered, trying desperately to screw her buttocks back down from the hotly flicking tongue teasing without mercy inside her nakedly splayed cuntal opening. But the combination of the brandy and the delicious passion being produced by the younger woman's tongue and lips, plus the effect of the deep, troubled sleep in which Angie had been before, were enough to keep the disturbed and aroused woman dentist just beyond complete resistance. After all the pain she'd experienced with Lew Grady's brutal attack, and the guilt and shame festering from her subsequent seduction of unsuspecting little Todd Behan, her naked flesh was defensively willing to allow the lewd stimulations to dominate her weakening resistance.
Sheryl could sense the gathering surrender, and with a satisfied grin, the younger woman thrust her tongue deeper into the quivering sheath of Angie's involuntarily welcoming vagina. The blonde-haired roommate then moved her own body around so that she could straddle with her legs pressed tightly to the older woman's shoulders, her widespread thighs undulating in a hunched position over Angie's contorted face. She began to orally fuck her yielding cunt harder and faster now, sliding her soft wet tongue far up into the dilating, clasping channel, and reveling in the unintelligible sounds Angie was whimpering beneath her obscene ministrations. Sheryl licked and sucked around the velvet-like interior of the swollen, hair-rimmed pussy lips, feeling the soft silkiness of Angie's pubic curls graze tantalizingly against her nose and cheeks.
Angie moaned with mounting desire, unable to stop her pulsing thighs from responding by arching upwards slightly in a slow, eager grinding against Sheryl's face. Her wavering thoughts of right or wrong, depravity or passion, passed with the shivers of uncontained hunger, and she drew her thighs wider apart to give Sheryl freer access to the wetly trembling flesh of her tremoring pussy. She found that despite her aversion, she was clutching her roommate's slender buttocks with almost a spastic strength, and her face was tangled in the golden wisps of Sheryl's pubic hair. Ripples of shame and abhorrence coursed through her defenseless body, and her mind rebelled at returning the liquid caresses she was so ardently accepting. I can't do it ... I can do this, too, after everything else today...!
But her reluctance was irresistibly overridden by the inundation of sensuality and excitement. Her lips and tongue tentatively burrowed into the cleft of Sheryl's soft vaginal slit, and she inhaled the beautiful bouquet of female aroma coming from the heated loins hovering just above her face. Her own pussy ached with the twin devils of her friend's lewd mouthings and the arousal of her own depraved actions ... and after a short second of hesitation, her head began to oscillate slavishly as she abandoned herself to sucking the tender pink flesh of Sheryl's cunt.
"Ohhhh!" Sheryl cried in a muffled voice. "Ohhh, that's it! That's it, lover! Faster! Faster...!"
Angie tongued hungrily now, teasing the younger woman's little clitoris as Sheryl was taunting her own, and she was salivating as never before as she kissed and licked the trembling vaginal split. She ran her tongue greedily up the full length between the passionately rotating buttocks, lapping wetly around the tight-closed rosebud of Sheryl's anus and then down over the fluted, pink edges of her cunt and over the sensation-bud at the crest of her pubic mound. And in return, she could feel every tantalizing second of Sheryl's tongue laving through the soft swelling of her sensitive cunt like a knife through warm butter. It flicked relentlessly between her widespread legs, stopping sporadically to curl its way deep into her urgently gripping vagina. She jerked spasmodically as she squirmed under the lesbian girl hunched on all-fours above her, nothing mattering now but the ecstasy of the lovely searing sensations steaming through every inch of her naked flesh. Nothing mattered to either of the two women as they impaled their tongues deep, deep into the delicious piquancy of each other's hungering cunts .. .
And lost as they were in their licentious wildness, they failed to hear the soft, surreptitious opening of the bedroom door. Nor did they glimpse the tall muscular figure of Frank Waters standing there. A shocked expression splitting his rugged face. Shit! look at the way they're sucking each other off! he thought venomously. I knew my sister had a hang-up about men ... but not Angie Thompson too!
Frank stood with his legs wide apart, his breath smelling of beer, panting slightly as he continued to view the two women writhing obscenely on the bed. He was a heavy-chested man with long, dark-blond hair that was shaggy around the collar of his bathrobe. His face was wide-eyed and bleached with surprise, round in a fleshy sort of way and showing signs of early dissipation despite being only twenty-five. He had spent his entire life avoiding any sort of labor, preferring to pursue a career of fast cars and faster women. It was not unexpected, therefore, that he found his sister's roommate a frustrating experience to deal with. Angie Thompson, lady dentist! Well, she sure had a cavity between her legs he wanted to drill and fill! After all the drunken women with round heels he'd had, she was a challenging mixture of spice and coldness, but so far she hadn't given him a tumble. That eventually she would, that she'd let him fuck her, was not a question to his boastful mind - that is, until this very instant... !
Just minutes before, Frank had been awakened by their noises, and rubbing the sleep from his eyes, his first impression had been he had been dreaming. But then the sounds came again, louder, jarring him to full attention. Something was wrong in the house! Other muffled noises were echoing through his bedroom walls as well, odd pleadings and moans that made him sit up in bed, listening intently. He glanced at the luminous dial of his bedside clock-radio and saw it was just after midnight ... he'd been asleep only an hour since coming home from his usual cocktail lounge. His second thought being that perhaps a burglar had broken in, he slipped out from between the covers and hurriedly put on a bathrobe over his naked body. Then in the darkness of the room, he groped toward the closed door, where he paused to press his ear to the heavy paneling to see if he could determine what the sounds were.
Unmistakably came the weird noises of movement and sighs through the thickness of the door. He thought he could hear occasional whimpering, but he couldn't be sure. Frank silently turned the knob and opened the door carefully, tiptoeing in his bare feet out into the short hallway. He looked both ways, but didn't catch sight of anything wrong. Across the hall was his sister's room, and now he saw that her door was wide open, though her light was off. Strange, he thought with a frown ... nothing short of dynamite usually disturbed her once she was in bed. Then he caught sight of Angie's bedroom door at the end of the hall, a shaft of light coming from around its edge, for it was slightly ajar. He stood motionless for awhile, wondering if Angie was sick or hurt and his sister had gone in to comfort her. He considered going to find out and help if need be ... but he waited silently, unable to make up his mind.
A long, low mewl suddenly was discernible from the other side of Angie's door. This convinced the young man he should investigate, for it might be serious enough to require a man. He started down the hall, tying his robe more firmly around him, not wishing to go in and half-expose himself to the two girls. He reached the door, and still unsettled that he was doing the right thing by intruding, pushed the door open a little more so he could see inside. He scanned the room, his eyes adjusting to the dim glow of the dresser lamp. Then his heart leaped into his throat!
It was Angie, all right - and his own sister Sheryl was hunched on top of her! He watched transfixed with dazed amazement, his beady eyes locking on the sweat-glistening breasts that were dancing invitingly on the brunette woman's chest, and her softly curling pubic hair that was almost entirely hidden by his sister's voraciously tonguing mouth. Shit, this was unbelievable! This couldn't be true! Somehow his kid sister had detected a latent hot streak in Angie Thompson's cool nature, and had turned on this smooth-bodied female into a raw, lust-deranged ball of passion!
Frank Waters stood in the bedroom doorway with widely gaping eyes, not sure he believed the lewd unnatural orgy that was unfolding on the bed. He'd seen plenty of women getting fucked before, and had participated in gang-bangs and girl friend swaps at parties.. . but this was different! His vain male ego was stung to the quick by the idea that two women would prefer to make it with each other when he was available to satisfy them. And yet, though his irritation at not being Angie's lover continued to rankle him, he found the sordid scene strangely exciting. He knew he should break in and tear them apart, or turn away and leave them to their perverted lesbianism ... but that whatever, he shouldn't just stand there in the doorway like a voyeur and watch. But damnit, who wouldn't want to watch?
Frank found himself trembling nervously as he remained in open-mouthed awe, viewing the naked bodies of his sister and her roommate writhing in wild abandoned passion. He had never witnessed such an exhibition of sheer, unadulterated obscenity, and it was getting to him! He could feel his penis harden under the bathrobe in empathetic response to the sight of the two women so moistly fused together on the bed. He sensed ripples of arousal coming up from his loins as he sighted in on his sister's mouth buried deeply around Angie's wriggling cunt. Even the tiny pink flanges of the female dentist's pussy could be seen clasping hungrily around Sheryl's spearing tongue as it slipped in and out of the soft surrounding of dark curly pubic hair. Frank watched hypnotized as the girl's tight wet cuntal lips skewered up and down his sister's taunting pink tongue, following it out as it withdrew and disappearing back inside as Sheryl thrust up between Angie's legs again.
He moved his attention along his sister's undulating body to her tight round buttocks and quivering thighs where they hovered over the other woman's face. He couldn't make out the scene quite so clearly, but it was obvious that Angie was sucking Sheryl's blonde-haired pussy with equally fevered delight. She had to be, her mouth drawn up as far as it could go and her hands digging into Sheryl's buttocks in an effort to pull the younger girl's loins deeper down on her face. God, Angie was sure one hot bitch! Frank thought incredulously. If he'd known how she turned on before this, he'd have banged her toenails off long ago!
The erotically stimulated brother sensed his cock was growing stiff, hardening against the front of his bathrobe and wetting the wool material with his warmly seeping seminal fluid. His breath began to seethe in heated short gasps as he continued to watch bug-eyed, his eyes locked frantically on his naked housemate's cuntal lips again. They were wet and gleaming from his sister's impassioned tongue, and the mere idea of that warm moist cavern closing around his blood-engorged penis caused it to jerk with desire. Fiery sperm boiled in his lust-distended testicles as Frank contemplated the feel of his aching cock sliding up into Angie Thompson's fleshy vaginal crevice in place of his sister's laving mouth. Shit! It hardly seemed fair for Sheryl to be enjoying it all!
Quickly, silently, his eyes never once leaving the enticing sight of the dual slaverings, Frank opened the front of his bathrobe to ease the pressure on his desire-constricted cock. He let the robe spread wide, and his great blood-swollen erection jutted stone-hard from his hirsute loins. He began to stroke it lightly, pulling the heavy foreskin back over the hard rubbery head, letting his volcanic cum build and build in his pulsating testicles while he watched the two lewdly churning females on the bed before him ... In a moment of mindless passion Angie pressed her mouth closer to Sheryl's vagina, reaching down between their heaving bodies to play with her roommate's quivering breasts, while her own cunt grew increasingly hot, hungry, and open.
Her roommate's tongue invaded it relentlessly, lashing at her erect clitoris, the very center of all sensation, laving and sucking everywhere in her throbbing pussy, slippery in the juices, eel-like in her belly, and always returning to her wildly tingling clitoris. The aroused brunette commenced to pant explosively, knowing she was nearing her climax as her naked loins curled up and pressed with vibrant tension to bring the other girl's magic mouth tighter to the quivering center of her lust. Below her, Sheryl was gasping, straining for air between Angie's clenching thighs, never breaking the fervent, lashing contact of her buried face. Even her nose was immersed during the wild depravity of their illicit lovemaking in each other's steaming wet cunts ...
Still masturbating his heavy, blood-pulsing cock in long, deliberately tantalizing strokes, Frank Waters stared with bulging eyes at the abandoned couple on the bed. Son of a bitch, he thought with burning passion, they're ready to cum ... He could see both pairs of eyes growing glassy, and moist secretions seeping from between their smoothly twisting buttocks as they ground up and down against each other from the wild ecstasy spiraling through them. He felt his own buttocks tighten and he groaned inwardly as he pumped still harder on his burgeoning penis, imagining its hot rubbery tip was pressing deep between Angie's parted thighs, the blunt head replacing his sister's tongue which he could so thoroughly see as it slid in and out of the dark-haired girl's tight elastic vagina. His cock would fit so nicely in there, would work its way so perfectly into the wet, brunette-haired slit of pussy flesh ... ahhh, his cock was entering Angie now, he thought through a heated daze of arousal ... yesss, it was slowly slithering into the warm, throbbing sheath of hot vaginal moisture....
The walls of Angie's vagina clasped warmly around Sheryl's lewdly thrusting tongue, and the muscles of her belly writhed in the torment of her unleashed passions. She was about to explode with orgasm, and feverishly she pressed her naked loins up harder to Sheryl's face, every inch of her perspiring flesh on fire. She gasped and moaned as she strove instinctively to bring her blonde-haired roommate to the same delirious completion, jerking her climaxing pussy up tight against Sheryl's mouth as the heated orgasmic secretions poured from her hotly pulsating cunt in a seemingly unending stream.
Sheryl felt Angie reach her peak, and then her own climax hit, taking hold of her voluptuous young body and sending it surging downward against the bobbing face of the naked lady dentist. She pushed up and down in an obscenely abandoned desire, pleading for longer, hotter mouthings as she crooned out her violent release .. .
.. . And her older brother's penis suddenly shot out thick, spurting loads of cum as his imagination and hand combined to allow him to enjoy the bursting sensations of climax. Frank's pumping cock spewed heavy droplets of his sperm across the floor and against the wall, gobs of semen rolling down in long, slow trails to the carpet of the bedroom. Shit on a stick, he sighed silently to himself. Just too damned fucking much to take ...!
Angie gasped and groaned out the last of her release, clutching Sheryl's quivering thighs with clawing fingers. At last, with a violent shudder, she lay back on the bed in satiation, wanting to relax, only to find that the younger woman was far from finished with her, and was refusing to stop.
"Oh God ... that's enough! Oh please no more...!" she begged weakly, not really wanting to stop, but afraid of what more of the delicious sensations would cause her to do. Sheryl's only answer was an obscene chuckle and a sudden plunge of her tongue deep into her dark-haired roommate's secretion-slick vagina again, sucking up the delicious-tasting moisture and licking once more at Angie's flushed and swollen cunt lips.
"Ohhhhh! I ... I can't take anymore ... !" Angie wailed. "It's too much...! Too much...!" But her voice died in a strangled sob as her passions were rekindled more furiously than before and swept fire through her fevered loins. She writhed in the grip of her sweet agony, unable to break with the open mouth glued obscenely to her cunt and the flickering tongue playing like summer lightning over her quivering clitoris. She was enervated, drained, lethargic, without strength to push her female lover away. She could not even close her thighs! But God, she adored that educated tongue in her cunt! She moaned aloud with her frustration and yearning, and Sheryl returned to her voracious tonguing of the dark-fringed vaginal slit beneath her face. Angie's stomach muscles convulsed as once again her hands locked on the other woman's widespread inner thighs, wanting and yet not wanting her to cease ...
.. . Frank pressed his lips tightly together, flipping the last of his cum from the tip of his deflated penis. He was still envious of his younger sister for enjoying the delicacy of Angie Thompson's naked flesh, and turning to leave the bedroom doorway, he glanced back in the room and saw the two girls were going at it hot and heavy again. Yeah, they would be all night long, but there were other things to do to Angie before he was through! He walked back to his own room slowly, filled with the contented thought of those long, slim legs wrapped tightly around his long hard cock as he fucked into her. .. fucked into her as Sheryl never could ... fucked into her to within an inch of her life! Shit, by the time he got finished with that wild woman dentist, he'd show her what sex was all about! She'd never forget Frank Water's prick as long as she lived!
"And I'm also thinking," he said softly to himself at his door, "that tomorrow is the best day to do it! The sooner the better, while Sis's loving is still fresh in her memory!" Then closing out the sounds of the prurient lesbian lovemaking that was continuing down the hall, a sly, sensual grin contorted his face, his eyes gleaming with wicked plans....