Connie and Dee are raping me! Alice wanted to scream in a daze of confusion. God, stop them!
It was difficult to know how they had managed to strip her. Alice's mind was foggy, her thoughts disconnected. She was aware of being sexually aroused by caressing fingers and the sensation of Connie's naked flesh on hers. That's all that seemed real.
Alice frantically tried to remember what had happened. Everything was disjointed.
She'd had some Scotch before going over to Connie's apartment. The idea of facing her sister was unnerving. She'd awakened a bit drugged from the sleeping pills, but that faded a little before lunch.
After Connie called, around three-thirty in the afternoon, Alice poured straight Scotch into a glass, downed it with a shudder; had another, and then left the apartment.
Connie opened the door, greeting her with a welcoming smile. Connie was dressed in a sweater, pulled tight about full, lush tits. Alice could see the nipples pushing against the red cloth. Shorts hugged the woman tight enough to reveal the lines of her cuntlips.
Connie's bisexual reputation hadn't impressed Alice until that moment. Had the woman seduced Dee into some perverted sex act? The thought horrified Alice. Usually Connie wore respectable sexy clothing or lounged around the pool in a tiny bikini – but never so blatant as she was sensually half-dressed now.
It wasn't until the door closed behind her, and Alice noticed Dee sitting on the low, attractive, modem sofa, that a sense of strained panic really thrust into being.
There was an awkward silence, followed by Connie's quick, slightly nervous invitation of a drink.
Automatically Alice accepted.
"Make yourself at home," Connie suggested, disappearing into the small kitchen.
Alice stared at Dee, picturing her young sister under Ray's passionate kisses.
Disgust and, perhaps jealousy, stabbed Alice.
With a nervous gesture, she forced a laugh. Noticing the cigarette in Dee's hand, she said, "Forgot to bring some."
Dee shrugged casually, her expression, revealing little.
"Help yourself."
Following Dee's nod to the coffee table in front of the sofa, Alice stepped towards the open pack of cigarettes. She lit one as Connie returned with three very generous drinks. Alice took one without comment and let the silence remain awkwardly cold as Connie settled down next to Dee.
"Well?" Alice managed, keeping it cool.
Connie was quick to say, "Let's relax a little with a toast."
"To making-up?" Dee offered.
Alice stared at her sister and realized how much of stranger Dee, actually was. In this setting with Connie Brown – a woman known to be sexually liberal – it was possible to consider Dee as a natural swinger; the type of person who dug the apartments for singles only. Alice suddenly wondered about her own motives behind moving into such a place. At first it had been rationalized as a natural environment for a single girl.
Dee fit. Of course, not everybody was as wild as Connie and some of the others. There was a broad scope of types, from the college teacher, living quietly below her, to shy Gary Chambers, almost directly opposite, across the pool. Only about a third of the tenants swung the sex scene. It was almost a cross section of the young set, other than the hippie-type.
But Dee fit in Connie's apartment. They seemed so much alike in many subtle ways. Even the way they dressed. Dee, made no attempt to appear anything other than naked under her robe.
Connie was just as nude under sweater and shorts.
Implications flew through Alice's mind, while impulsively lifting the drink to her lips, first taking a sip of the liquor, then swallowing several gulps. She needed it to face whatever was going to follow.
Ace, standing up, said, "Don't you think you ye played big woman long enough? It's about time you started growing up and facing the responsibilities of living a respectable and moral life!"
The words sounded terribly stilted, and Alice wished it was possible to take them back.
Dee started to laugh, but stopped when Connie raised her hand as if to silence the two girls.
"Look, Alice, your sister is really old enough to pick the kind of life that suits her best and…"
"Oh, come on. She's under age and…" This time Dee did laugh.
"What the hell do you know?" she finally asked.
Before Alice could reply, Connie stepped in front of her. "She's a bit hung-over, still."
"Then why the hell let her have drinks?" Alice eyes flared with anger.
"Hold on, Alice. Let's start at the beginning. Everybody is different. You can try dictating to a person, but they'll do exactly what they want! The trouble is that people think that by either drumming in morality or hiding their heads in the sand, so to speak, they can solve all their sex problems. You can't act like somebody doesn't want to be screwed silly, and you can't force one set of morals on a version against their will. My God, I've got friends who were raised in horrid moral conditions where sex wasn't even talked about! They were fucking around behind their parents' backs. You can't…"
"You're nothing but a slut!" Alice snapped.
Dee's laughter was background as Connie suddenly slapped Alice's face.
For a stunned moment silence followed, then Connie threw her anus about Alice; almost forcing her into an embrace, which wasn't completely sexless.
Dazed, Alice was submissive to the pressure of the other's form, the feel of her soft, cushiony tits. But Connie's words surprised Alice.
"I'm so… we're all worked up. Forgive me, Alice!" It sounded so convincing.
Dee's laughter stopped as Alice was gently urged onto the sofa next to her.
Connie sat on the other side. A hand was touching her shoulder. Alice felt stunned, on the defensive, and not knowing how it had all happened.
"I'm sorry," she managed.
"Let's finish the drinks… then I'll fix another round, maybe then we'll all be able to talk less emotionally," Connie instructed.
Without thought, Alice lifted the drink still clutched in her hand. Everything seemed disjointed, her whole life a formless series of mental battles against a sexuality that screamed to be free. She wished that Frank would walk in and take her to his apartment. She began to feel dizzy.
She finished off the drink, hardly aware of the other women. The glass was taken out of her hand. Dee lit a cigarette and handed it over.
Alice puffed. It tasted funny, sweet, almost sickening. But a quick, strange sensation assailed her body and nerves, and she inhaled deeply again. The room was slightly spinning.
Dee was saying, "Look, Alice, I'm sorry about what happened the other day. We have to come to honest terms about… us and…"
Connie was handing Alice a drink, which she thankfully took. She took a swallow, puffed on the cigarette, and then said, "You're all wrong."
"Talking about yourself or me?" Dee asked.
Alice had difficulty thinking for a moment, then said in a slurring voice, "About nothing. Dee, I can't force you. The folks don't give a damn… you aren't my responsibility… if you stay at the apartment… we'll come to some…"
"Terms?" Dee demanded, cuttingly. "I don't need…"
Connie cut in, "She means, there's no need to worry about that. Why don't the two of you just accept one another as you are? Don't make moral judgments. You are both totally different individuals with different personalities and needs. Can't you respect one another on that level? After all, you're sisters."
A hand touched Alice's cheek; it was sensual in a strange way. Fingers ran down along her throat, then shoulder, pressing it meaningfully, almost with the appearance of tense friendship, though suggesting sexiness.
Alice fought dizziness. "I want to lead my own life."
"That's right!" Dee exclaimed. "That's how I feel."
Connie's hand dropped to Alice's thigh, apparently an innocent, accidental action, yet oddly erotic.
Shaking her head, Alice tried to clear her mind. She was aware of strange, powerful sexual stimulation and couldn't figure out what caused it.
Alice quickly swallowed more liquor, then took a deep drag on the cigarette. It was making her highly dizzy. A tingling sensation gripped her groin.
Voices spoke, but they were puffing, blurred. Then things became highly confused.
Hands were touching her body, then something ran up along her thigh and made contact with her pussy, which was naked. God, it felt good, Alice realized in open shock.
Aware her eyes had been closed, Alice now opened them and stared at Connie who was naked, leaning over so that her large tits swung back and forth, within easy reach.
"What… are… you doing?" she cried, alarmed, yet at the same time aware of being highly excited. A finger was caressing up and down along the crevice between her pussy lips.
"Just relax, honey," Connie rasped. Her lips parted and moved very close.
Hands pressed down on Alice's shoulders and she realized that the two girls had stripped her of her dress and stretched her out on the sofa. Dee was standing behind Alice as Connie slowly crawled atop her.
Alice felt a woman's fleecy pussy caressed erotically as hands held her cheeks. Then Connie was undressing her.
"Come on, sister… you'll love it! She's wonderful. Much better than by yourself," Dee said.
Dee! her mind screamed in honor, unable to believe what was happening. How had it happened?
A tongue ran along Alice's lips and they parted, responding without will.
The two women were raping her!
After that only sensation attacked Alice's flesh. She became aware of tits touching hers. She arched up against the crotch that moved sensually back and forth. It was impossible to deny her animal instincts.
All sanity was gone. Alice was physically unable to push Connie's larger body away, and even though she tried once, she screamed in joy as the girl stayed atop her.
Lips started tonguing and sucking her nipples; hands were caressing her pussy; sensitive, well-trained fingers found places to stimulate in just the right way.
Alice was in a sexually rugged state where it all seemed like a dream. Yet it was happening and she could not combat the need being driven through every nerve. She was helpless.
Lips were kissing her pussy and a tongue rapidly jabbed at her, finding places that only Frank had known about.
Then she arched gasping, her body knotting in the ecstatic tension of orgasm.
After that the world seemed to spin. Somebody offered her a drink. A little later, still horrified by what had happened, but mentally numbed, Alice managed to focus on what was taking place about her.
For a moment she was almost sobered by the shocking visual images.
Connie was standing in front of her, holding a dildo. For some reason it didn't even embarrass Alice. The damned thing looked so much like a man's erect cock.
Dee, sitting on the sofa to Alice's left, said, "Isn't that just great! So real! Let me have it!"
Connie shook her head, putting the dildo caressingly into her mouth.
Alice's naked body reacted to that sight. She thought about Frank's cock and then about Bill's and shuddered from mixed emotional responses.
Her vision was blurred and her ears buzzed. It was impossible to think. Things had happened this evening that should never happen to any woman.
Soft, feminine fingers made contact with Alice's thigh, then fondled her pussy lips. They moved into her cunt thrillingly. She was aware of pleasure more violent and obsessive than she'd ever experienced.
Numbed by booze, shocked by the events that had taken place, Alice could only respond to the sexually perverse caresses. She'd gotten to the point where she didn't care!
Those fingers were beginning to sensually pump on Alice in such a way that the hips stretched jumping in erotic pleasure.
All other senses were demolished; gone.
Her mouth opened and some woman's voice said, "Here!"
Alice felt something enter her mouth and started mentally vomit, but realized it was the dildo and automatically her lips closed on it, thrilling to the fake prick that she began gulping and sucking on.
Then she experienced a climax and the lights of consciousness began to fade.
Dee looked at her sister lying on the sofa, knocked cold from pot, drugged and boozed and sexed, the dildo still sticking from her mouth.
Bill had just arrived and the sight of three naked women was enough to cause him to undress, exposing a large erection.
Dee, sighing, lifted the dildo from Alice's lips.
The woman stirred, but there was no other reaction.
Looking at her brother, then Connie, Dee realized she had to be fucked. The two were embracing, and Bill's cock was sticking out between Connie's thighs.
Dee moved towards them, then squatted in front of Connie's ass, her mouth within easy reach of the end of Bill's puffed-up prick.
Opening her mouth, Dee let her tongue reach out and touch her brother's cook.
The other two had stopped frenching and Bill gasped, "Hell, Dee, I'll go off!"
She answered by sucking his cock-head between her lips, licking the foreskin.
The cock was forced out of her mouth as Bill pulled away from the woman between them.
"You damned cunt!" Bill cursed. Going directly at his sister, he lifted her ass. Then Bill shoved his throbbing cock into her moist pussy.
Dee cried in pleasure and if Connie hadn't helped she would have fallen over.
After a moment, Dee gained her balance and placed her hands against Bill's crotch.
Connie rubbed and squeezed the man's balls as he started flooding his sister with cum.
Then he pulled out, and pointed a still-erect prick to Connie.
"Can you?" the woman asked, her eyes eager.
"Fuck you to death!" he announced with an egotistic grin.
Connie moved quickly to the padded chair and sat down with her legs spread. Bill moved between them, his hands straddling her face as Connie felt the length of his shiny cock thrust powerfully deep.
"You're buttery!" he laughed, delighted.
Then withdrawing to play teasingly on her pussy lips and clit, Bill reached down and covered one large tit.
"When do the others come?" he asked.
Connie didn't answer, but merely jerked her hips up and down on his cock. Neither made any effort to hold off. As he started swelling tighter inside Connie, she let her climax shudder through every nerve, then his cum splashed out, gulped by her cunt.
Thank God for the pill, she thought, contented by the quick sexual interplay among the three. Bill groaned as he withdrew and she watched as his shiny cock slowly went limp.
Dee was standing in the kitchen door, a drink in her hands, watching.
"To answer your question," she announced, "in an hour. Enough time to get some rest! I need a good orgy!"
Bill made a snorting sound as he approached Dee, cupping each of her young breasts. "You're like me in every way…"
"Not quite!" Dee pointed out, glancing at his spent cock.
"Well, you are a woman!"
"And can take more sex at one time than you can!"
"That's a woman's flight!"
Connie moved past them, into the kitchen. "Want a drink?"
"Yes." Bill answered turning to glance at Alice. "What about her?"
"She's bombed!" Dee said in glee. "We fucked her to death! After pouring booze down her throat like jizz!"
The thought caused a shiver of excitement to move through Dee. "Think we're over-sexed?"
Bill merely shrugged. "If we are, I feel terribly sorry for stuff like that over there!"
He pointed with his thumb, as a hitchhiker might, to Alice's unconscious form.
"Who's coming?" Dee inquired, amused by the double meaning of her question.
"Ray, Sam, Joe, Vein, Sandy, Ralph, Gloria and Paula," Bill answered.
"Also Gordon and Hank!" Connie added.
"Screwing good! Enough cocks to serves any hungry girl bachelor on the learning make!" Dee cried, walking into the kitchen to refill her glass.
"All the swingers," Bill stated as Connie approached him. He ran a finger into her pussy, just to see how moist it was. "Butter. Creamy butter. You could take another cock!"
A throaty chuckle came from Connie. "I'm probably over-sexed. I never was able to get enough cocks or cunts to make me happy!"
"This place is simply groovy!" Dee told them. "Do anything you want. No questions asked."
"The man who thought of apartments for singles was smart. They're cropping up all over the place," Bill told his sister, while teasing Connie's right tit, whose nipple hardened under his stimulation.
"Keep it up and it better get hard enough to screw pussy!" Connie snapped, pushing his hand away while cupping his balls and cock, which remained unresponsive. "You need rest!"
Shrugging, Bill moved away. "So, you sucked my fucking prick and balls dry. Maybe you're right. Mind if I use the bedroom?"
"Help yourself. Dee and I will think of something to keep us entertained."
As the man left, Connie turned to Dee. "Let's sit and talk, then maybe you'll want to suck pussy – I'll give you anything you want!"
Dee's eyes gleamed in pleasure as she followed Connie into the living room. When the older girl sat on the chair where Bill had screwed her, Dee fell down between the woman's legs, resting her head on her thigh.
"You're still aroused," Dee observed, seeing Connie's pussy lips were extended.
"They're almost always aroused."
"Where's the fake prick?"
"There," Connie pointed. The dildo was within easy reach, so Dee picked it up, staring at its realistic head. Then thoughtfully she pushed its rubber point against Connie's cunt. "Want some?"
The woman merely purred.
That was answer enough.
Very slowly Dee inserted the dildo, continuing to gently drive it in until Connie cried.
"That's far enough, Baby!"
Laughing, Dee released it. "Feel good?"
They stared at one another, faces radiating the ecstatic joy this teasing sex-play had created.
"Just leave it there for a moment. I sometimes sit watching television, like this, that thing stuck up as far into my cunt as possible," Connie said.
"It's kind of sexy and during commercials, well, I'll just work it around a little. Get comes that way. Better than nothing. But…"
Connie put Dee's right hand on the dildo. "Move it around a little for me, will you?"
Dee started stroking Connie's pussy with the dildo while wondering what Alice might do if she came out of her stupor.
Dee felt guilty over what they had done to her sister. She stopped moving the dildo.
"What's wrong?" Connie demanded, annoyed. "I was thing… maybe we went too far?"
"You don't mean with… her?"
"What'll she do now?"
"Oh, don't be silly, Dee. Maybe she'll start acting like a real woman. Hell, its better to be a lesbian than a fink-old little icy, frigid female! Her kind isn't any good for anybody. They don't give to anybody – they simply take! No, don't feel sorry for her. She's old enough to have been fucked silly by a half-dozen men! It'll do her good, believe me! The best fucking thing that could have ever happened to your sister. Come on, give me a come with that thing!"
Dee concentrated on watching the dildo slowly enter, pressing Connie's pussy, then drawing out, pulling her pussy lips along with it. As she watched, Dee became more aroused. Finally, her hand on her pussy, Dee started to finger it.
Then, with a moan, she yanked the dildo out of Connie and started to insert it into herself. Connie nearly jumped to her feet.
A moment later Dee was lying on her back, Connie's lips between her thighs, her tongue licking. Dee's face was covered by Connie's wet cunt, which she began sucking and tonguing in overwhelming passion.
They were near climax, and it didn't take long before each was thrashing back and forth against the other's tortured pussy. Dee arched up as Connie's body became rigid. Both experienced their final pleasure simultaneously.
Connie rolled off Dee and lay on the floor.
Both were breathing hard and it was some time before either moved.
Dee sat up first, looking down at Connie's mature, voluptuous body.
For a moment she wondered if this was really the kind of life she wanted to live.
Laughing, Dee rejected the idea. After all, she wasn't as old as Connie. Given a couple of years, she'd probably find some stud that really turned her on and might marry him. But for the present, she wanted the swinging scene.
Glancing at the wall clock in the dining area, Dee realized it was later than they'd thought.
"Connie, we don't have much time to clean up." Glancing at Alice, she wondered out loud, "Should we leave her there, or in the bedroom?"
Connie shrugged. "I don't think it'll make any difference. Some of these studs will see her like that, here or there, and start fucking away – no matter if she is unconscious! What a nice, lovely body she has."
"Shit on her body!" Dee spat out, furiously. "So help me, I'm going to fuck one with Frank. He sure the hell deserves it!"
Connie merely smiled and then started gathering their clothing from the floor where it had been left some time earlier.
"How about some drinks – fix some for both of us. I'll wake Bill!" she said.
"Three drinks coming up!" Dee laughed, starting for the kitchen, hardly able to wait until the real action started to take place.