Laura was awakened by Perry's struggles to extricate himself from the tangle of bodies on his bed. "Where are you going?"
"To work," he said. "It's five after seven.
"Call in sick," said Helen. She looked very sexy in her sleepiness.
"I can't. As part of my parole, I've gotta have a good attendance record at work," he said, now out of bed, and looking wistfully back at the naked trio in it.
Bobby, an arm about each of the women, said, "Wild horses couldn't drag me to work today. I'm just gonna call Transportation and tell them I'm not going in."
"Transportation," Perry sneered. "All you are is a lousy forklift operator."
"So, what's wrong with that? It takes more brains to drive a forklift than it does to read a bunch of goddamn meters like you do."
"The only brains you've got are in your ass, Barker."
"At least I'm smart enough to stay here with a couple of naked broads-that's more than I can say for you."
"For Christ' sake," Helen interrupted. "You two sound like a couple of eight-year-olds. If you have to go to work, Perry, then go on. We can make do with Bobby, and if he wears out, Laura and I can make do by ourselves. Right, Laura?"
The redheaded woman tangled her fingers in Laura's black hair and pulled her into a kiss. Their lips met over Bobby's broad chest, their mouths opened together, and their nimble tongues became intimate acquaintances. During their hours-long orgy of the night before, they'd kissed each other's tits and cunts when at the heights of passion, but this was the first time they'd kissed like this. Lesbianism still seemed like the wickedest part of the vast sexual excitements Laura had been introduced to, and it seemed especially wicked to be kissing her woman friend like this, with the boys watching, and without the excuse of orgasmic frenzy to hide behind. She hoped the torrid homosexual kiss was not a prelude to a Lesbian love affair, although at the moment that prospect wasn't wholly unattractive. At least Helen had a mind, which was more than Laura could say for Perry or Bobby, and furthermore, she was a person who could keep up with Laura when it came to sexual endurance.
"What a gal you turned out to he," Helen murmured as they came apart. "You're as sexy as you are beautiful. You could go a long way, Laura. And right now, I could go in and make us a pitcher of Bloody Mary's. Excuse me, kiddies."
Laura had Bobby's cock in her mouth before Helen was out of bed. She was sucking its satiny head with languid pleasure as she watched the big, white buttocks jiggle and undulate out of the room. The cock felt very good in her mouth, the male taste exhilarating and exciting. Her enjoyment of this proved she wasn't a real queer, even though she liked Helen a lot. She was a woman who'd been around a lot and who knew how to live, and as long as their friendship didn't become emotional, it would be a good one. Laura didn't want an emotional affair with anyone, male or female, for a while. Now that she'd discovered the pleasures of the flesh, she meant to enjoy them fully until she was really ready to settle down, and the way she now felt, that might not be for a long time.
She slid her lips up to kiss the end of that lovely big prick and said, "Hey. stud. How about returning the favor?"
"Huh? Sure," said Bobby. and helped to get her leg over him.
His tongue felt good in her cunt, and he didn't seem to be minding at all that it was crusted with the residues of both himself and Perry. Laura settled down to give him an equally good sucking, brushing her crested nipples on his belly as she did. With one hand she held his stout shaft, and with the other she played with his halls. They were soft and warm in their gold-fringed sac, beautiful to see and to touch. Best of all they were big, with plenty of good cum juice in them. She'd gotten a taste of cum the night before, from going down on the boys and on Helen, but it had always been tainted by the taste of cunt. Now she wanted to taste it straight from the source, and she sucked with all the ardor of her new-found sexual experience, wanting him to shoot in her mouth as badly as she wanted her first orgasm of the day.
"Honey, sit up a minute and take this."
It was Helen's voice, and Helen's hand that helped her to sit up. Bobby held her hips and kept on eating her while she dutifully took the pill Helen had brought for her and washed it down with the drink. Setting the glass aside, Helen kissed her full on the mouth again, feeling her tits as she did. Perry was watching from the bathroom door as he dressed, and Laura got a big kick out of responding very passionately to the wanton woman. She ended the hot kiss, and with one man eating her and the other watching her, she fell on Helen's big fat tits with her mouth, and hoped that the watching man could see the genuine excitement she felt and know that he wasn't the only one who could turn her on. She returned to sucking Bobby off, and Perry stamped out of the bedroom.
Helen began playing with her and talking to her, running her soft hands over Laura's back and buttocks as she said. "You know there aren't many gals who are both beautiful and oversexed. Having been around like I've been, I've seen more than my share, but still there aren't too many around. Gals like you can really go places if they're smart and have the right connections. And I don't mean going places at Consolidated. Does that feel nice, honey?"
Helen had wet her finger and worked it into Laura's asshole, and the girl nodded her head, although Helen already knew how nice it felt. That was one more fascinating thing about Helen, her foreknowledge of what was pleasing to Laura, and the pleasure she got in having Laura admit that she dug it all.
"Later today you and I ought to have a talk, Laura. With a little help from me, you could really have yourself a ball for the next five years or so. But that's for later, when we've fucked baby Bobby dry. Right now, how would you like that big cock of his in your pretty little cunt?"
"That's just what I want," Laura panted. "And I want to kiss your pretty little cunt while he's doing it."
"Oh, let him do that now, while he still can." She had Bobby lie where he was and helped Laura turn around on him and sit down on his cock. It went in with highly pleasurable difficulty and then it moved well in her as she worked her hips over him. Helen squatted down over his head, facing Laura, so that the two lusty women could play with each other's tits and egg each other on to orgasm while he sucked one and fucked the other. Laura felt as hot and beautiful as Helen looked.
"Yeah, I could see you with a really swinging apartment," Helen said, "and a really good wardrobe. I can see you traveling by jet and by Cadillac instead of humping around Sulfur City in your bug."
"I'm going to transfer. Maybe to the San Francisco plant. Gimme kiss?"
Laura felt the soft lips on hers fully, but only briefly, and then the two women were settled back and grinning at each other while they used the man below them.
"We'll miss you when you go," said Helen. "And San Francisco's a good place to go, but not with Consolidated. This company's okay for a gal my age, but not for you. I've got something better in mind for you. But later for that. Now I'm gonna come. Are you gonna help me make it a big one?"
"You bet I am. And you're gonna help me, too?"
They leered at each other and twisted each other's tits. Each one gazed lovingly down at the other's bush, one working rhythmically over Bobby's mouth, the other over his loins. They came forward and their nipples kissed as they swayed their shoulders. Their tongues met and tangled, and then they threw their arms about each other and kissed very hard, sharing in the orgasm that racked them with two-fold pleasure.
Bobby couldn't get up when they did. He lay there limp and panting, saying, "Jesus! I couldn't breathe there at the end. Hey, gimme a drink."
It was given to him and he flopped back on the bed, saying he was going to have to take a nap if they expected him to keep going all day. Laura and Helen went in and took a shower together, then shared in the cooking of a breakfast. They ate it at lie kitchen table, and after it, over a drink, it didn't seem strange at all to ht sitting naked with another woman, sexually sated for the time being, and looking forward to a day of fornication.
Remember what I was saying in bed, Laura?"
Laura smiled. "I wasn't listening too hard at the time. My mind was elsewhere.''
"It's good to use sex to get outside your mind at times, but a girl's got to be smart about it, too. I've been fairly smart about it. If you take my advice, honey, you'll be even smarter."
"Fuck my way up through the ranks? I've thought about that," Laura said, and took another drink.
"That's one way, but it's a drag. It's okay for a woman my age, thirty years old, with some money in the bank, and past the point of falling for some poor, hard-working slob. But it's not for you, Laura-at least not yet."
"But I love working for Consolidated, and as I've been shown, there's fun to be had there too."
"There's fun to be had every place, and some of it's better than others. You're a smart girl, Laura, but you're not experienced. You know what's going to happen to you if you stay on at Consolidated? One of two things. You're either going to get caught fucking your way up to a good job or you're going to fall in love with some jerk and marry him. In the first place, you'll have such a lousy reputation that you'll either have to quit or let every janitor in the place fuck you, and in the second place you'll wind up with a bunch of kids and a mortgage that you'll never pay off."
Laura shrugged and smiled, and said, "Go back to the first place. That sounds pretty good. How many janitors work there?"
Helen took her hand. "Be serious for a minute. Right now, just having been turned on to sex, you feel like, you could screw every guy in the world. Maybe you can, but you'd be burned out in a year, with nothing to show for it. The thing to do is be smart about who you fuck-like I've been. You can always get it on with some big dumb animal like Bobby, or Perry, but don't forget that little, smart, rich guys like to fuck too, and most of them are pretty damned good at it."
Laura leaned back in her chair and regarded Helen seriously. "I could never do it for money."
"Why not? I did."
"You were a.. a call girl?"
"Honey. I was a prostitute. Prostitution is legal in Las Vegas, and I worked at the trade for five years, starting from the time I was twenty. They were five good years. I met a lot of good people, I made a lot of money, 1 got experience you can't get any other place, and best of all, I had a ball."
"You're kidding me," said Laura. "You're putting me on."
Helen shook her head. "I am not. I've been to bed with hundreds of guys. I've been in sex shows, and that includes the kind with animals. I learned how to get the very most pleasure out of sex and I averaged three hundred dollars a week doing it, and honey, I don't regret one minute of it."
"Did you say… animals?" Laura softly asked.
"Eight dogs, three monkeys, and a burro. And some of them were more interesting than our friend snoring away in the bedroom."
"Oh, I don't believe you at all." Laura laughed nervously and then stopped short. Frowning, she said, "Did you really do things with animals?"
"They all had pricks and they all had tongues. Hell, I've known gals who'd rather make it with an animal than with a man."
A shiver rippled through Laura and she said, "I could never get like that."
"Don't knock it till you've tried it. And that's the beauty of being completely liberated when it comes to sex. Then you can try everything, with no qualms and decide for yourself what you like best."
"But with a dog…"
"Stand up," said Helen. turning in her chair.
Laura did, and allowed herself to be drawn to the woman and bent down for a long, tonguing kiss. Helen used her fingers well in Laura's cunt as they kissed. When Helen drew the girl lower, Laura willingly kissed her breasts, and it took only a suggestion to get her on her knees, licking the woman's cunt.
Helen stopped her after only a few moments of it, kissed her warmly, and said, "Laura, a few days ago did you think you could ever do that?"
"No," she said, smiling. "I've changed a lot."
"And you'll change a lot more, if you're as smart as you think you are."
"But I could never change so much I could do it with an animal."
"Give it some more thought. Finish your drink and come with me."
Laura was led out onto the front porch. It had rained again during the night, and the whole world seemed fresh and new. Czar nuzzled warmly and briefly at her hand before pointing his black muzzle at Helen's loins. The woman patted his head, and as Laura watched with morbid fascination, the dog began clumsily licking her hairy crotch.
"D'you believe me now?" Helen asked.
Laura nodded, staring, the weirdest sort of feelings running through her.
While the dog licked on, Helen drew Laura's hip against hers, and caressing her bare bottom, said, "Have you ever thought about making it with an animal before now? Tell me the truth, honey and trust me that it won't go any farther than me."
Helen would have to keep the secret, for just look what a fantastic secret Laura knew about her! The girl nodded again.
"What animal was it, Laura?"
Still looking at the dog's swiping tongue, and seeing herself squatted down before him on the couch the previous day, she said. "Him. Czar."
"Then try it. Now. You might dig it. I know he would. Look."
She had the girl kneel down with her, and with no compunction, she reached under the dog and cupped his balls in her hand. His penis was sticking out of its hairy black sheath, slim and tapered and angry-red. When she drew back the sheath, Laura gasped and the dog whined as much more of his penis emerged.
Still fondling Laura's ass, and sending more and more warm chills coursing through her, Helen softly said, "Sit down and let him lick you. Don't think about it any more, just do it. Go on, honey. I'll keep him happy here."
Laura was in a daze. It was as if it was some other girl that was sitting hack on her haunches and spreading her knees with her hands. It couldn't be her, for she didn't want this to be happening to her, even though her friend-this woman who understood her so completely-did want it. The dog wanted it too. His pointed snout came forward like a sinister torpedo, and at the first sweeping contact of his tongue. Laura knew she was going to let him do it until she came, right there on the broken-down old front porch. She looked at Helen in wonder, and the big redhead winked and leered at her.
"Having fun?"
"Uh-huh." His tongue was three times as long as a man's, and he could use it three times as fast.
"You'd have a lot in more fun working in Vegas. I could arrange it. If I sent them a picture of you like this, they'd send a private plane for you and meet you with a red carpet. I'm going to go get the camera."
"No!" said Laura. "Don't leave me alone with it… with him. And I couldn't stand a picture of… of this."
"Does it really feel good, honey?"
"Yes," she said, and her voice was a whine. "I can 't help it. It does fee] good."
"You ought to feel his prick. It's really hard and long. You ought to feel what it's like to have a dog fuck you."
"No. I couldn't do that," said Laura, in real anguish now, thinking about the fierceness of the brute's red prick, and feeling the long warmth of his pink tongue.
Helen chuckled and said, "Sure you could. Don't go way now. I'll be right back."
"Wait!" Laura called out, but Helen was already on her feet and going into the house, and the dog was already upon her.
The moment Helen had released his prick, he had surged forward, and now the mouth that had been between Laura's legs was huffing a foul mixture of cunt-smell and dog-breath at her face, while between her legs she could feel his prick, hot and pointed and terrifying. She twisted and pushed at him and cried out to Helen for help, and the dog growled very menacingly at her ear. His paws were wrapped around her, scratching her, and he was already humping blindly at her, although his prick hadn't yet found its mark. She screamed for help and the dog drowned her out with his barkings, and then his prick was in her, stabbing her like a hot iron, and it felt good.
Drunk and hot, she angled her hips up to let it feel even better, and it did. His thrustings were so lightning fast that she was robbed of all desire to resist. She put her legs around his shaggy body and humped madly back at him, but she couldn't bring herself to put her arms about him. Without let-up, he screwed her until she was seeing stars, and the orgasm that came to her was as crude and primitive as the worn wooden floor on which she writhed. Only when the dog had pulled out of her and was trying to lick her cunt again was she struck by the awful shame of what she'd done, and she kicked him away and sat up with her knees hugged against her breasts.
Behind her, Helen's smirking voice said, "Well, Bobby, what do you think of pretty little Laura now?"
"I wouldn't have believed it if I hadn't seen it."
Laura turned and looked at them scornfully. Helen had the Polaroid camera in her hand, and Laura felt sure it had been loaded with film again and used. Rising unassisted, she smirked back at Helen and said. "Czar wasn't bad. He could teach yon a few tricks, Bobby. Get some good pictures, Helen'?"
"Hey. you're not mad about a few more pictures~ are you? Say the word, honey, and I'll tear them up."
"I might have enlargements made. Where's my drink? Does anybody mind if I don't take a shower before we all go hack to bed?"
Bobby looked a little ill, hut Helen only laughed and put her arm around Laura's shoulders. "You know, I could get to like you. Come on. I'll build you a fresh drink and then we'll take a shower together. I know some shower games, too. Coming, Bobby? And this afternoon, when Bobby's all crapped out. I'm going to take you into town and get you some of the kind of clothes you should be wearing instead of those frumpy outfits I've seen you in at work."
"Clothes like they wear in Vegas?" Laura asked with a smile.
"You've got it," Helen said, and they laughed together as Bobby followed along behind them.
For his benefit, Laura said, "While we're shopping, maybe we can pick up a guy with a little more endurance."
"Nothing like making it with a new guy… or gal."
"There's nothing like just making it," Laura said.