Brenda sat stiffly at her desk in the office, her back like a ramrod, reluctant to touch the back of her chair. Her knees were pressed primly together and her eyes lowered demurely to the work that lay in front of her. It was coffee break time, but she did not join in the relaxed banter around her.
A shadow fell across her desk and she sensed a presence beside her. She pretended not to notice as the man moved to a chair and sat down, wafting a scent of shaving soap in her direction.
No longer able to avoid it, Brenda looked up at the grinning square face of Nick Eubanks, president of Eubanks Contractors whose offices were across the hall from her own. They shared the same coffee caterer, but it was well-known that Nick came over to drink in the sights of pretty girls more than anything else. His father ran the family firm and had kept a bevy of old hens for the office staff, cranky women who had been working for him for some thirty years. There wasn't a woman under fifty in the entire place, and Nick never missed an opportunity to escape to greener pastures. He had a weight-lifter's build and wore his hair short in a two-inch crew cut that made his face look even squarer than it was.
"Honey, you must be anti-social or something," he said, grinning and leaning forward to rest his elbows on her desk. His muscular legs sat open, exposing a fat bulge at the crotch and hairy calves below his cuffs. His eyes were bright and expectant, sparkling with interest as she drew back and stiffened her spine even more.
"I'm not much of a coffee drinker," she said coldly. Her total lack of interest only encouraged him, she saw.
"You'd like something stronger, eh? Well, I can't blame you, but working hours, you know… Of course that doesn't go for later. How about having a drink with me after work?"
"No, I have other plans, thanks." If he would only go away!
But he hitched the chair up closer and lowered his voice.
"You know, I've been studying you. You're a fascinating girl, you know that? And do you know why? Because you're so prim and ladylike and touch-me-not. That always makes a man wonder what the other girl is."
She turned slowly and seemed to acknowledge his presence for the first time.
"What do you mean, the other girl?" she said tonelessly.
"The split personality, kid. You know, Jekyll and Hyde, only they were guys." He paused, trying to say what he meant. "Did you see that movie, The Three Faces of Eve? Man, that was great. You're like the chick in the movie – a good girl at work and a bad girl at night, huh? So how's about a little drink along about sunset?"
Her heart froze for a moment. It was true. Something had happened to her in these past weeks. Everyone in the office thought she was a prim, puritanical virgin, she knew. They didn't like her; they called her a wet blanket and a square. Their eyes told her even if they lowered their voices when she walked by. She had become Miss Goody Two Shoes in the office. But when she got home, a change came over her. In the apartment I'm Ginny, but here I'm Brenda.
She looked at the square, grinning face of Nick Eubanks. He knew her secret… he was the enemy now. She hated him!
Her eyes narrowed into cruel slits.
"I don't want to have a drink with you, and I don't want to go to bed with you either. Leave me alone!"
His confident grin remained set for a moment, then slowly vanished into a recalcitrant line.
"Well… I guess I get the picture," he said. "You must like to ride sidesaddle."
For a moment she didn't understand. Then her face flamed as comprehension flooded her. Tonight she was going to see Sonya again, and she was bringing another girl, the brunette named Carla who had been with Leo that night in the cafe.
Eubanks winked sardonically at her and walked away, stopping and leaning over the desk of a cuddly redhead across the room. He said something in her ear and she laughed loudly, clapping her hand over her mouth and glancing slyly at Brenda.
He told her! Fear washed over her. He would spread it all around, and it wasn't true. Or was it? It wasn't true of one girl, but it was of the other. Not of Brenda, but of Ginny. Her mouth went dry and a dull buzzing sensation made her feel light-headed. She began to perspire and grew conscious of her thudding heartbeats; they were slow and thick, so intense that she felt nauseated. She looked at the clock. Only three-fifteen! She had to get out of here and back to the apartment. Back to the Village and her true self.
At five she literally ran out of the office, forcing herself into a crowded elevator and hurrying off before it came to a full stop. The heat was intense as she stepped out the door of the building. It was June, and a hot one. Everyone was complaining about how quickly summer had come. Her birthday had passed Gemini, the twins… twins… twins. She rushed into the subway and pushed rudely past the crowds, ignoring the curses that she evoked. The train she took was an old one, unairconditioned; with gouged-out wicker seats. She stood mashed into the packed bodies, hanging from a strap as the hot, sooty air blew into the open windows and struck her face. It was like standing in the path of a sandblast; she felt the tiny particles of soot embed themselves in her perspiring skin. A bath… she must have a bath and wash the dirt off. Just the way she did that first day in the apartment. A hot bath, so hot it hurt; that searing torture that she remembered so well. It would cleanse her… cleanse her… cleanse her. The words kept time to the clacking subway wheels as the train hurled through the tunnel.
She got off at Eighth Avenue and Fourteenth Street. As soon as she emerged onto the sidewalk her panic receded. The neighborhood swept her into its downtown casualness. Hippies caroused by, one of them strumming a guitar. There was no one with an attache case or a business suit. She could be herself down here, released from the steel cage of primness. She hurried down the street until she reached her building and stood looking up at it, panting.
She stripped off her clothes as soon as she was in the apartment. She was about to run a bath, then turned on the shower full blast and stepped under its needle-like spray. No bath this time! What did she need a bath for? For punishment? But now there was no reason to punish herself; she was home, and she was Ginny again. How could she punish Brenda if there were no Brenda?
She was swaddled in a terrycloth robe when the knock came at the door. Sonya! She ran to answer it, flinging it open with lewd eagerness as she thought of the voluptuous orgy of femaleness that Sonya had promised her.
The mahogany-haired beauty smiled hotly, her hazel eyes taking in the damp robe. She walked in, her willowy tanned legs exposed to perfection in a pair of hot pants. Behind her came another brunette, the same one Brenda remembered from the cafe, but this time she did not have her dog with her.
Sonya inhaled delicately. "Sugar and spice and everything nice," she recited. "This is Carla, whom I think you remember."
Carla was gazing at Brenda, her mouth parted and her eyes narrowed appraisingly. She turned to Sonya and nodded.
"You were right. Only she's much healthier looking."
Sonya laughed and turned to the kitchen. "This is gin and tonic weather. Why don't I fix while you two get acquainted?"
"Good idea," said Carla, her eyes never leaving Brenda's face. She stepped close and thrust her hand audaciously into the opening of the bathrobe, just below the belt. Brenda gasped at the suddenness of the caress, shivering as the tapering fingers rubbed her quivering belly. A hot shaft of excitement spiraled through Brenda entrails as the hand fell lower. She's actually playing with my cunt and we've just met! Her clitoris started to prickle with delight as a slender probing finger was inserted between her damp lips.
"Well," Sonya said with a grin, returning with the drinks, "it didn't take you long to get acquainted. I'll let you finish this while I watch. But first let me get out of these Buster Brown pants."
Without removing her finger from Brenda's pussy, Carla took the preferred drink and downed a generous swallow of it. Brenda held hers with a shaking hand and drank, casting a surreptitious glance at Sonya who was unzipping the fly in the abbreviated shorts. The V-shaped opening parted wide and her bushy black mass of pubic hair appeared. She had nothing under them!
"That's an idea," Sonya said, reluctantly drawing away. "Let's all get naked – and cool."
She stripped off her jersey blouse and tossed it aside, her round white boobs bouncing with the motion. As she peeled her bell-bottoms down her pale legs Brenda's eyes widened in amazement. Carla too was naked under her outer clothes, but more than that was the greater revelation at the base of her belly. What a swatch! It was the hairiest pussy she had ever seen! It looked like a black bikini! Brenda's mouth watered for it as she saw the excited cuntal lips open around the erecting clitoris that poked out of the jet curls.
Brenda tore off her robe and lay down on the mattress, spreading her legs to reveal the glory of her golden-haired pussy to Carla's obscene, glittering eyes. The brunette got down on the mattress and crawled between the milky thighs, kneeling in their angle and pushing the knees still wider apart. She swabbed her finger up and down the bearded little slit and shook with lust.
"God, who wants a gin and tonic when your pussy smells just like a lemonade bath. This is an old-fashioned treat on a hot night."
Brenda lifted her hips in a vulgar thrusting gesture as the cool hands slid up her naked thighs and curved around them. She felt Carla's hot breath on her exposed hair-covered lips as the brunette dove down to feast on the slippery pink flesh.
"For amber waves of grain," Carla murmured. "Only her muff-diver knows for sure. Honey, you are the most natural, natural blond I've ever gone down on!"
Her tongue flicked out and moistly wove over the hairy slit as her fingers reached around the top of Brenda's thighs to pull open the vulva wider. Sonya, an eager smile on her face, put down her drink and ran to the top of the mattress, to kneel behind Brenda and massage her quivering breasts. At the touch of her knowing fingers on her stiffening nipples Brenda's body writhed in double ecstasy.
"Did you ever see such big nipples in your life, Carla? Look, they're three inches wide. Suckable as her pussy, aren't they?"
As if to demonstrate, Sonya lay across the bed and thrust one of the pink circles into her wet mouth. Her stomach was pressed against Brenda's face. She wriggled the flat planes in suggestive seeking until her throbbing mound slid against Brenda's ear. Brenda moaned and twisted her head around, her tongue shooting out to eat the dark mound that was so close to her face.
"Want some pussy while you're getting your cookies? Eat up, here it is."
She knelt over Brenda's head, lowering the hairy crescent over the exploring tongue. Brenda gasped and wormed her deftly stroking tongue into the bearded cunt hole, breathing deeply and quickly each time Sonya's responding hips rose off her face in their lascivious wiggling.
Carla moaned and stroked harder with her hungry tongue, licking noisily up and down the vulval slit from the throbbing clit to the seeping vagina. Brenda felt her whole cunt growing into a wet, swollen erection, ballooning between her legs as the tongue lapped.
Sonya's fingers tightened around the huge nipples.
"Oooooohhhhhh, your tongue feels so goooood in there! God, you're in so deep! Ummmmmmmm, my cunt's throbbing so haaaarrrd! Take a deep breath, honey, and stay in! That's it! Eeeeeeeeeee oooooowwww! Oh! Oh! Yesssssssssss!"
Breanda drew the seeping fluid into her mouth as her lips clamped over the fluttering vaginal entrance. Sonya ground her ass over her face, slathering her with sticky musk. The thundering climax of the girl over her brought on her own as Carla licked far up into her pussy tunnel and then whipped out her long tongue to circle it over her asshole. The pounding started high up in her womb and tore through her entire sex, sending endless sparks of feeling into her exploding clitoris. She pumped her hips hard against Carla's mouth as the cum reached its screaming apex.
"now! Oh that's it! I'mgetting it everywhere!"
Sonya sprawled over the bed, her legs twined around Brenda's head as they both gasped in exhaustion. Carla scurried to her knees, her black oval split now by the gaping lips of her own lust Brenda looked at the sexy diaper of hair and saw a hard red clitoris poking up through the wiry curls.
"All right, you two, take a drink and pull yourselves together. It's my turn. I'm so hot I could blow up!"
She remained kneeling, spreading her legs wide and jutting her hips forward in an obscene invitation. Brenda drank greedily from her glass, savoring the cool smoothness of the gin after the tangy sea-taste of cunt. Now she would plow through that black forest and lick that impudent little clitoris!
"Let's give it to her in both places," Sonya laughed. She cupped Carla's round buttock and shoved her over Brenda's face, crawling up behind the blossoming cheeks on all fours.
Brenda reached around and pulled open the wriggling buttocks, and Sonya came forward, drawing her tongue through the ass slit with delight. Carla shivered and groaned as she shoved her hairy pussy down on Brenda's waiting mouth.
"Uuummmmmm… you taste so gooood… sweet… Aaahhhhhhhhummmm!"
She buried her mouth in the sweet-scented hair that almost covered her face. Carla's clitoris was huge under her tongue. She dabbed at it, flicking its bud around in the clamping circle of her lips, sucked on it and pressed it back against the cuntal flesh from which it came.
"Ooooooohhh! Mmmmmmmmmmmm, french it good, honey. Suck, suck, suck, I loved it!"
She squirmed harder over Brenda's face as her cunt began to palpitate. The smooth moist tissues oozed inside the bushy beard of hair until Brenda's face glistened with female slickness.
Behind her, Sonya worked hard over the furiously revolving ass, digging deeply into its hairy valley to seek the puckered anal slit. She stuck her face close against the hot, clenching flesh and inserted the tip of her tongue into the tight rubbery channel. Carla squealed in delight and pushed her ass back hard, circling over the probing tongue. Her cheeks spread wide under the assault, stretching to reveal the fuzzy growth that lined them so enticingly.
"Ahhh! Yes! Both at once," she gasped, tossing her long black hair to and fro. "You're both bringing me off! Now… now… now. Now! Oooooooooooooo, it's throbbing so goooood!"
She jacknifed forward, tumbling across the floor. The three luscious bodies sprawled in a tangle of arms and legs. Brenda turned her head weakly to the window as a breeze fluttered in and cooled her scraped, burning face.
Sonya drew up beside her and laughed softly. "She had a beard before they became popular, don't you think?"
Carla took it good-naturedly. "Nobody'd ever think I was under the age of consent, anyhow."
Brenda rolled over on her back and held the cold glass of gin against her face. As sanity returned she knew a chilling sense of unreality. The voices of the other two women seemed very loud for a moment, then faint and far away. Her eves drifted to the poster. In the gathering dusk they played tricks on her. Was it true? Could it be?
She sat up and gazed hard at the wall, straining forward. The powerful glare of the streetlight just outside the window struck the poster. There seemed to be a cloud about the girl's head, something dark growing up under the swirling hair. She squeezed her eves shut and turned over. To hell with the poster, you remember you said that the other day? So say it again: to hell with the poster!
A shiver passed over her and she gritted her teeth against it. Some body's walking over your grave… No, no, don't be silly! Don't be superstitious. The poster is nothing, do you hear, nothing. It's just some psychedelic fad, everybody's got one.
She got up quickly and turned on a light. As the yellow glow struck the wall by the sofa the dark cloud behind the girl's head vanished.
Carla and Sonya looked up at her.
"You like to see as well as feel?" Sonya said, laughing, "That's a good idea. We've got something to show you, if you've recovered." She stood up and tweaked Brenda's nipples. "I have."
From her purse she drew out a long pink rubbery-looking tool. Brenda's eyes widened in disbelief. It couldn't be! Were they going to…
But they were. There was no doubt about that. She saw the straps that fastened around the hips and thighs. It was a dildo, but it was bigger than anything she could imagine! It must have been… twelve inches long and as big around as her fist!
Carla reached for her own handbag. "And this is my contribution to your fun. Ever use a french tickler?"
She held up a wicked, evil-looking rubber decorated with bright red devil's horns and prickly red bumps. Sonya fastened the imitation cock around her slender hips, adjusting the huge thrusting pole so that it rested against the exact place where her own clitoris grew.
"Only two can play at this game," she explained. "You're got too much to concentrate on when you're getting a whang like this to do much for anyone else."
She took the french tickler from Carla and put it on the end of the enormous phallus, rolling it up over the endless shaft. Brenda looked past her to the poster and felt a wild thrill as she saw the eyes of the forest girl. It was going to be a human sacrifice to the cruel-eyed Goddess in the poster! A dark wave of delight throbbed through her body and made her grow hot for the thrusting cock. Sonya walked toward her, the prick bouncing evilly between her thighs. She's going to fuck me with that! She's really going to do it! She's going to ram it up my cunt and rip me to pieces right here!
She stretched out with abandon, opening her legs and exposing her yearning pussy to the oncoming torture. Sonya fell between the wildly spread thighs and took the unbelievable cock in her fist and pressed it against the opening of her vagina.
"Uuuuuuuuuughghghgh! It won't go in! Oh, don't dooooo it!Awwwwww!"
"Yes, it will," Sonya panted, "and when it does you'll think you've died and gone to heaven. Nobody, man or woman could make you feel what this is going to make you feel. You're going to have the happiest, purringest pussy in the world!"
The pronged devil's head was as big as an apple. Her tender cunt lips wouldn't stretch wide enough to enclose it and it was pinching the softly-furred edges of her slit. She howled in pain as the hair pulled.
"I'm fucking you," Sonya whispered, jerking her body forward. "And you love it. Put your legs up and take it, come on!"
Brenda lifted her feet off the mattress and strained against the oncoming fury of the giant dick. The prickly rubber head wormed its way into her velvety pussy, tantalizing her as the thick tip thrust past the surging muscles at the entrance.
"Oooooooohhhhhh! Oh, God, it's in! It's really in my cunt! Can I take it all, can I really?"
Sonya gritted her teeth and jiggled her hips in a screwing motion as she bored further up the pulsating twat.
"You bet you can. Take it from us, you never knew what a full snatch was before this."
She continued to push upward, forcing the slow, steady act of penetration to its finish. Brenda's belly heaved. It was like being fucked by a cannon! She couldn't stand it, she would tear under this terrible stretching. Sonya rocked back and forth, fucking steadily and rhythmically until she could go no further.
"All but two inches. You're a big girl, honey. Now the fun begins!"
She jiggled her hips with as much real pleasure as if she really had a hot, juicy cock sticking out in front of her. Brenda instinctively wagged her bottom as her walls sucked the monster inside her. Those prickly little horns and bumps were starting to feel good – damn good.And it was tight! God how tight it was!
Her pussy began contracting and pumping against the merciless pike as she hungrily swallowed it. She began to clutch at the thickness, thrusting back at it and pushing her straining flanges against its base.
Now she wanted all of it! Her legs kicked wildly in the air as Sonya rose over her, balanced on her palms. The tantalizing hot thuds deep within her cunt were beautiful, the most beautiful thing she had ever felt!
Suddenly her pussy became a fiery pit of flame-licked passion. Her mouth opened and she gasped out rhythmic grunts each time the horrendous cock slammed against her womb. Oh, it was up there all right! It was rammed up as far as it would go! Sonya labored over her, fucking for all she was worth into the convulsively twisting loins.
"That's it! Shove it in! Oooooooooooooo oooooooooooooo, yes! Yes! Yes!"
Molten pain pounded out its pleasure as her cunt gushed its passion. Brenda cried out in anguish as her cuntal walls fluttered in their final spasm around the magnificent rod.