Ray was sucking Dee's pussy when Alice opening the door to the apartment.
They were stretched out on the sofa, totally oblivious to anything but their sexual play.
She'd sucked him off a few minutes before and that drove Dee right up the wall. Her pussy was wet enough to be stuffed with a cock. Ray, in his early thirties, had been drained of cum by her blowjob and needed time to get an erection so a real fucking session could begin.
Dee had come home at after a three-hour typing job and happened to run into Ray as he was on his way upstairs to his pad. The man was on the rather heavy side, but had a large cock that knew what it was supposed to do.
Other girls at the apartment said he was a hot stud. There wasn't any question about what his gaze at Dee's body meant.
The conversation was fairly direct. Living in this singles only apartment, it was sometimes possible to be blunt and cut social exchange.
Dee's young eyes had surveyed the man in a seductive, wanton way, pausing long enough on his crotch to communicate her immediate interest in seeing what his slacks were hiding.
"You look like a woman needing something," he stated, as she continued to stare at his crotch.
"Think you have what I want?" she asked.
He touched her arm sensually. "No woman ever said there was anything wrong with me."
Grinning, thrilling at the freedom to use the words, Dee said: "Let's fuck!"
They hadn't said a thing after that.
Once in the apartment he opened his pants and Dee sat on the sofa, dragging her panties off. As he came close, standing in front of her, she'd gripped his thighs, her eyes now glazed with desire, focused on the huge balls, and limp prick near enough to kiss.
"Munch away, Baby, if you want!" Ray offered.
She played her fingers through the black hairs of his groin, then up the bottom of his cock, which twitched in response. She pinched the crown as it began swelling. Breathing hard, Dee opened her mouth and pulled his hips so his cock was thrust powerfully down her throat. She felt stuffed with bulging, pulsing prick-meat. Dee's lips automatically began sucking on it like it was a straw from which she'd draw liquid. The first time she'd done it to her brother, the image of drinking a Coke through a straw had made the act highly erotic. Only she hadn't known the taste of cum. Now at seventeen, she knew the taste well.
Pushing her hands into his opened pants, she urged the slacks down: and began to stroke his strong, hairy thighs. Now and then Dee let her finger run around to his ass, between the cheeks, to poke into his nice, tight asshole, which squeezed around her penetrating finger.
Her tongue kept rolling on his hard cock, which she just couldn't seem to hold deep enough. Many times she liked having a man's prick surge in and out of her mouth. Today, Dee wanted to be crammed full with that cock and suck it dry.
After a while, though, it became a torture. He was fantastically holding back his sex-juices. She started rapidly finger-striking Ray's ass, and with the other hand, stroked his knotted balls.
"Hey, you're swell!" he complimented her.
If possible she would have told him he was a fucking bastard.
But Dee needed his cock to suck, too much to let loose.
Then the first quick spasm gave her a spurt of cum, and Dee pulled back in order to taste it. The sliding movement of her lips on his staff caused it to discharge more jizz. Dee shivered with delicious joy, savoring it as though it were brandy. Then his hard hands gripped Dee's head and she was swallowing hard cock again, which powerfully thrust in, then glided out. Ray took control, and his rod was like a piston in her mouth, moving faster and faster, twitching, dying short, small spurts of cum. Dee's head thrashed back and forth.
She was wild with passion.
God, she thought, to only have it up my pussy, too!
Then her head was shoved violently against his crotch as a flood of cum gushed from his convulsing cock.
Dee's throat constricted again and again to swallow that sex-juice.
Finally, he slowly relaxed his hands and Dee frantically lay on her back, her skirt gathered about her naked hips.
Obviously sexually drained, Ray still found the offer of her pussy inviting.
He came down between Dee's thighs and then started stroking his tongue along her pussy lips tenderly.
Dee hadn't experienced it quite in this manner before and she was soon in a state of rapture.
"Oh, you're good. So good! Yes… so beautiful!"
Ray inserted his tongue deep against her clit. Then he began to ravish her, sucking in such a lustrous, sensual way that Dee felt she'd go mad with ecstasy.
Her feet searched for his crotch, and her toes came in contact with a hard prick.
Dee was delighted. Just licking her off had aroused him so fast.
That's when a shocked gasp sounded from Alice.
Dee hadn't even heard her unlocking the door.
Ray froze, his mouth still pressed against Dee's pussy. There was a horrid silence. Dee could see the disgusted, shocked expression on her sister.
"You bitch – get out of here!" Dee screamed, clutching Ray's head to prove how much she needed to complete the act.
Alice stated in a cold, controlled voice, "Ray, leave. Immediately."
He hesitated, then, with an angry groan he stood, looking silly even to Dee, with his cock boldly sticking out. Ray gave Alice a look of such raw hatred that Dee realized he probably was close to either killing or raping her sister.
But Ray left after closing his pants.
Dee covered herself and stood, intending on getting a drink of vodka.
"You whore!" Alice's face was tight, blanched.
"Fuck you!" Dee screamed, half-running into the kitchen.
She was holding the bottle of vodka when her sister followed.
Slapping Dee's face so violently that it rocked her head back, Alice ripped the bottle away.
Dee almost fell and then grabbed for the bottle.
Alice sadistically backed away. "Dee! What you were just doing…"
"Oh, Christ, you fucking prude! All you know is finger-fucking your pussy! You're sick! Give me that bottle!"
"No – you're too young…"
Dee's laughter broke off the words. It was ridiculous. The whole situation seemed fantastically impossible. If she was old enough to have cunt that screwed pricks, she sure the hell was old enough for booze.
They glared at one another, then Alice said, "I think maybe you better move out – now! Either that or grow up and…"
"Grow up? Are you kidding? Who are you to talk about growing up? You're even afraid to screw the man you're supposed to love. Hell, I feel so fucking sorry for him. Maybe I'll give the guy some ass!" Dee cried, torn between tears and laughter.
Alice's lips parted, then closed. She turned, bottle in hand, paused, and said, "Just get out, I don't want to look at you! We'll talk later."
Dee didn't have the will or energy to even bother responding.
Without even taking her panties, still laying on the floor where they'd been dropped, she left the apartment.
Dee's first impulse was to get Ray and finish what they'd started. The second drove her running towards Connie's apartment, a few doors down.
Alice was still trembling after finishing her second shot of whiskey. The sight of Dee getting sucked-off had been too much.
Impulsively, Alice started to cross the room toward the phone, wanting to call Frank.
Coming home from work after a long day of typing, Alice hadn't needed an argument with Dee, and especially not the erotic scene she'd walked in on. Standing over the phone, Alice hesitated. Visions of what had happened long ago with Bill now mixed with the sight of Ray going down on Dee's pussy. The scenes were like motion picture clips spliced together.
"Maybe I should get fucked!" she said to the walls. "No! I'm not like them! I won't be!"
Memory of how Frank had almost raped her caused Alice to twist away from the phone.
"God!" she moaned, sick inside. "What's wrong with me?"
Suddenly hot, even though the day was mild, the room comfortably cool, Alice reached for the zipper of the blue dress clinging seductively to her curving, willowy body.
Stepping out of the dress, Alice went into the bathroom.
The liquor was working, along with those mental, erotic pictures. It was difficult to ignore the hot, carnal need gripping her pussy.
"God, help me!" Alice stared at the long, narrow mirror pegged to the bathroom door, now closed.
Sick with self-hate, Alice slowly unlatched the black garter belt from thin nylon stockings. Then dropping it, she tucked her fingers under the narrow, pink panties about her curving hips.
Watching the lovely, attractive reflection of her body in the mirror, Alice frowned. She lowered her panties like a stripper teasing male customers, letting the material inch down, revealing more and more white flesh, the fleecy hairs of an aroused pussy, and then her creamy thighs. The panties gathered awkwardly, at an angle, about her trim, shapely legs.
"You bitch!" she cursed at the reflection. "It would be so easy for you! Not me! You're a whore. I'm not!"
The mirrored image was an opposite of Alice in every way – it reflected her repressed sensual nature. The mirror exposed, the raw, lusting passions on her face and body, stripped bare of the psychological hang-ups that stopped the real Alice Compton from letting even Frank have her.
"You're a whore at heart. Like Bill and Dee. I've got to escape you!" Alice told the minor in a savage voice as she began to open the bra. Her tits slowly revealed themselves in the reflection and Alice found it impossible not to admire their supple, well-formed, though not overly voluptuous shapes. The nipples were rosy, already tilted in an erected state of stimulation. They looked as if they had just been sucked.
Alice realized it would be impossible to hold out much longer. She'd read enough books on sexology to know something had to give soon. Once she had even toyed with the idea of seeking a lesbian. It would be better than using her own fingers to satisfy the deep, wild needs.
"If only you could control yourself, Frank!" Alice stated to the reflection of her body, though visualizing the man she hoped to marry. "How I need you, now."
Already the reflection was beginning to caress her swollen pussy lips, fingering the sensitive nerves, fondling the red sex-mouth.
She was thinking about how Frank's cock had almost been embedded in her cunt.
If he'd only taken her, she thought idly, rubbing more furiously on the hot cuntlips.
Only in such moments, alone in the bathroom finger-fucking a come, did Alice admit, even in this half-mocking manner, her deep unconscious desire to be raped and have it done with.
At nights she'd dream about some strange man coming upon her on a lonely street, darkness surrounding them as she was brutally raped. It would be over then. After that it might be possible to give her body to the man she loved.
Gently, Alice inserted a finger in her pussy, touching the clit, so swelled in need. Having absorbed volumes of knowledge concerning sex, she was aware of its hard realities. Alice knew more than most women about the theory of sex. While others experimented, she read erotic literature. She learned how to masturbate a cock and herself with far more skill than any other virgin might – or even a highly experienced woman.
A wave of sensual pleasure started swelling through Alice, centered where her fingers skillfully worked on her responsive pussy.
The reflection was gasping, breasts lifting and falling rapidly, body arched forward, almost rigid, face red, tense, brown eyes almost closed. Alice had grown accustomed to having an orgasm while watching herself in the minor. The visual image added to the pleasure.
The sudden memory of Ray's face buried between Dee's thighs causing the young woman to pant in pleasure, flashed through Alice's mind as she viewed the reflection of her straining body in the mirror.
Alice gasped, her eyes closed tight, body shuddering as her climax was almost overwhelming. She stumbled backwards in its aftermath.
Swaying, arms flying out, Alice frantically grabbed the sink, sucking in deep gasps, almost slumping to the floor.
She realized that memory of Dee and Ray had caused the orgasm to be even more voluptuous.
"God! I'm sick! Sick!" she sobbed, tortured. "Why the hell can't I get myself fucked like any woman my age?"
But she knew the answer. Several times in high school and college she'd come close to giving in to a boy friend, but the memory of Bill's cock ejaculating in her mouth stopped sex short of fucking.
Unconsciously licking her lips, Alice's head lifted and her eyes stared in the small minor above the sink, seeing only the torment reflected in the frowning face looking back.
Alice was still breathing hard, but it was more controlled. In moments she'd be almost normal, able to think more rationally.
Her head shaking, Alice sighed, talking in a cool voice, "So, you're a hot, sexually frustrated woman. Someday, Baby, you'll get it. Then what?"
She shuddered, knowing how a carnal sex-act might create such a mental depression that death would be the only alternative to whoring.
Alice had been afraid of being like her sister and brother – even father – since learning about the hot sexual desires flaming her body. Only will power had controlled physical instincts, and this was supported by the horror of having Bill's cum shoot down her throat.
Alice turned away from the mirror, only to see the full reflection of her body in the door mirror, perversely mocking.
Like an animal running for its life, she flung open that door and rushed out, almost blindly, finding the bed she'd been sharing with Dee.
Flinging herself on it, Alice began sobbing, covering the sounds with a pillow, yet they seemed like amplified screams.
When will it all end? Alice wondered in panic. And what will be the results?
Abruptly, she realized Frank was the only man who could screw her without causing the repercussions she had for so long feared would be the result of fucking.
Impulsively, Alice frantically pulled slacks and sweater over her naked body, then hurried from the apartment, slowing to a fast walk once outside.
In front of Frank's door, she rang the bell, her finger pushing relentlessly on the button.
When no answer came, Alice turned away, walking back to her apartment.
Tomorrow, Friday night, she thought as she closed the door behind her, Frank's in for a big surprise.