"Sleeping beauty," He]en said, gazing down at the girl with the raven hair, the ivory skin, the rose-red lips. "She almost makes me wish I was a man."
"She's an awful good-lookin' chick," said Perry. "She ought to make it big in Vegas. And I'll bet I get myself a free one every time I go there."
"Goddamn!" said Bobby, bending to look closer at the girl on the couch. "She's a helluva lot better lookin' than I thought. Let's wake her up and get goin'."
"Let's you keep your meat-hooks off her till I say so," Perry said, and Bobby sullenly straightened up.
"Everybody strip," said Helen. "Bobby, go make a pitcher of drinks with the stuff we bought. Help me undress, Perry?"
He gladly peeled her down to the buff. She was heavier than Laura, but not so tail, and her figure was in the full, ripe blossom of maturity. She teased him with it while he undressed, posing and posturing for him and largely ignoring the young blond giant with the bigger prick. Just as Bobby was more eager for the sleeping Laura, he was hotter for Helen. Laura was damned good, hut he liked his women a little older, more voluptuous, and a lot more experienced.
When the three of them were naked, Helen gave Perry a big, deep kiss and then gathered him and Bobby to her to stand before the couch with her arms about their waists. She nudged Laura's dangling hand twice with her knee before the girl woke up.
When Laura opened her eyes, she went rigid and tried to cover herself, for the sight she beheld was a shock. There was the red-haired woman-Helen Peterson-smiling down at her, her lush figure looking incredibly naked. Perry was on her right, grinning and feeling of her bulbous, big, brown-crested tits, and the other man, younger and much more muscular, was on her left, showing his bone-white teeth in a wide grin as his eyes flicked over her body. Both of them had erections, and these claimed much of Laura's attention, especially the monstrous big tool of the younger guy. It looked just the right size for the company whore.
"How you doin'?" said Perry. "This is Helen and Bobby. They came by to have a little party."
Laura forced herself to relax a little and made a tight-lipped smile. "I don't think I'm in the mood for a party."
"We are," said Helen, smiling brightly at her. "Bobby and I will have our party, and you and Perry can have yours. We'll listen to the same music and drink the same booze, and if we feel like doing the same things, fine. If not, that's okay too. Perry, put on some music. I feel like dancing."
Laura didn't feel like dancing, and she didn't want to get involved in a sex orgy, but when Perry pulled her to her feet, she drank some of the drink he offered her and began to dance with him. She had always enjoyed dancing and she was good at it, but now she danced stiffly, tripping over his feet and unable to find the correct tempo. His prick rubbing against her belly was enough of a distraction, and the presence of the other couple made dancing very difficult. She stumbled through one number and was glad to stop and have a dunk.
Still dancing with Helen. Bobby kept looking at Laura. His looks were frankly lustful as she stood there in the crook of Perry's arm, clad only in panties and bra. But that was a lot more than the woman in Bobby's arms was wearing, and Laura couldn't help but feel a little flattered at the handsome young man's interest in her. Also, she couldn't help but be a little interested in him. He was closer to her own age and handsomer than Perry, and his penis was just huge. It reached almost up to Helen's big tits as they danced, and Laura still didn't see how a woman could take it all. His attention toward her was getting almost embarrassing, and then Helen slipped her arms about his neck and pulled him down into a kiss as they danced. Perry took the drink from Laura's hand and kissed her, and now as she started dancing again, her movements were relaxed and fluid.
She was getting hot, and that was as it should be. She was the reigning beauty, and she'd better enjoy it while she could, before she started getting old and plump like Helen. Not that Helen was really that old or that fat, for in fact she was a beautiful woman, and in the prime of life. But she did pick on younger guys, like Bobby, and she wasn't as young and beautiful as Laura. In a few more years, Laura might be seeking out the company of younger men, but at the moment she was being sought after by both men, and it felt good.
The two couples danced closer together and Helen pressed her moving buttocks against Laura's, giggling as she did, and it felt weird, but it felt good. She pressed closer to Perry and felt a certain kinship for Helen, feeling the same things she was.
"Hey, let's change partners," said Bobby, and Laura instinctively tightened her hold on Perry.
She didn't want to change partners but she was in the minority, and in a few moments she was dancing with the big blond Adonis and feeling another cock pushing against her belly, wanting to get in her. There would be many more of these through the years, once she and Perry were through with each other, and she knew she might as well get used to the idea. Moving against it, with him stroking her back and kissing her ear, she revised her opinion of the size of it and decided it might indeed be possible to get a prick of that size in her.
"Lemme take this off," Bobby said, fumbling with her bra clasp.
"If she wants it off, she'll do it," Perry intervened.
"I wish you'd do a little strip for us," said Helen, and brought Perry over so that the four of them were dancing together.
"Yeah, a strip-tease would be groovy," Perry said, and Bobby whole-heartedly agreed.
"I don't know how to do a strip-tease."
"Every woman does," said Helen. "Try it. It's fun. And if you put on a little show for us, Bobby and I will put one on for you."
The spectacle of the four of them dancing thus should have been enough of a show, but the more Laura thought about stripping for them, the better she liked the idea. She'd truly be the center of attention then, and she was close enough to being naked already so that the loss of her bra and panties wouldn't matter. And the idea of seeing that big prick being shoved into Helen's cunt was most intriguing.
She extricated herself from the circle and danced her way across the room to where her drink was. The music was good, and she kept moving to the throbbing beat of it while she drank. Clapping and calling out words of encouragement, her companions sat down on the couch to watch her, and she finished off the drink and began to dance.
The liquor had made her movements supple and limber, and her sexual excitement had made them most alluring. It didn't take Laura long to know that Helen had been right, that she did know how to dance in a very sexy way. Both men were staring hungrily at her as she moved, and even Helen had a look of desire for her in her eyes as she sat between the men, a hard cock in each of her hands. The scene on the couch added to Laura's excitement as she did the bumps and grinds.
She took her bra off slowly, unfastening it and letting it dangle loosely over her breasts for a while before letting it slip down her arms. She tossed it to her audience and Bobby didn't even see it coming, so intently was he staring at her bouncing. jiggling breasts.
"Jesus, what a set of tits," he muttered, and Laura responded to the coarse compliment by placing her hands on her hips and shaking them at him. She slid her hands up over her body to them and feigned deepest ecstasy as she squeezed them, and it wasn't hard at all to fake it.
Her hands retraced their paths and she started rolling her panties down over her undulating hips. When a fringe of black hair was showing over the waistband, she turned her back on the couch and bent over, and pulling down the seat, she waggled her bare bottom two feet before Perry's face. He said, "Goddamn, I'm gunna fuck you silly in a couple of minutes."
"Not till she sees us do our little show I hope," said Helen. "And not till she finishes her act. Laura, I wish you could see yourself. Perry, why don't you get the camera?"
She didn't want any pictures taken of her like this, but it was too late to stop her dance. Rolling her panties on down, she felt like a beautiful butterfly emerging from its cocoon. Fully naked, she felt completely free, and she danced with wanton abandon while Perry worked the camera. She ended her dance by opening out the sodden lips of her cunt and advancing at the camera until she bumped the lens with her chit.
She bowed and, panting heavily, said, "Your turn, Helen. And Perry, we're not going into the bedroom till we see Helen and Bobby doing it."
"You want to see them fucking?" he asked, laughing and pulling her down on his lap. "Why don't you say it?"
"Bobby, fuck her!" she said. The word came out very easily. "Fuck her good and hard. Fuck hell out of her!"
"I'm not quite ready for that," Helen said with a smile. "I want to groove on my baby's big cock first."
Laura was more than a little taken aback when Helen bent over Bobby's blond lap and kissed the ripely swollen head of his prick, and she was amazed when she slid her lips down over it and took it in her mouth. The redhead bobbed slowly up and down and murmurs of contentment issued from Helen's throat. As Perry started deeply massaging her tingling breasts, Laura saw that Helen was actually enjoying it. Of course Bobby was too, but he wasn't shooting right away, as Laura had thought a man did when having his cock sucked. He was smiling and sighing and caressing her, and she seemed to be enjoying it more and more.
"You about ready to do that for me?" Perry asked.
"Never," she said. "Give me the camera. I want a picture of this."
She took several, getting up from Perry's lap for different angles from which to sight in on the wickedly beautiful mouth moving on the big, hard cock. Then Perry moved closer to Helen and began caressing her. He reached under her to play with her tits and he stroked her back and kissed it. He got his hand between her legs and she opened them wide, giving Laura a fantastically dirty picture of them on the couch. Helen stopped sucking Bobby's prick and sat up and kissed Perry, and Laura couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy. All this time he'd been saying he loved her, and there he was, kissing another woman, and minding not at all that her mouth had just come from another man's cock.
Helen groped behind her and got a handful of Bobby's blond curls, and with these she guided him down to the floor and over to where his mouth was just in front of Perry's moving hand. There, Bobby pushed the hand away and began loudly lapping Helen's cunt. She kept on kissing Perry for a long time before she stopped.
"if Laura wouldn't mind," she said to him, fondling his cock, "I'd sure like to give you what she doesn't. I'd sure like to suck that pretty cock."
Before he could answer, Laura said, "Hey, Bobby. I thought you were going to fuck her for me. She's ready now."
"Yeah!" he said, getting up to his knees and waddling forward with his cock in his hand.
No woman could think about sucking a cock with a thing like that going in her, and Helen was only able to kiss Perry's prick briefly before she straightened up and helped with the insertion. She hooked her heels on the edge of the couch, spreading her legs wide, and Laura found out she was out of film to capture this wonderfully obscene view. But she saw it go in, every bit of it, and she shared in Helen's passionate moanings.
"Oh my God, is that ever good! Bobby, stick it all in. Fuck mamma good, baby! Perry, stand up and let me suck you some more!"
"I think it's about time we went into the bedroom," Laura said, and laughing, she took his hand and pulled him along. There she lay down on the creaky bed and opened herself out all the way. "And you fuck me good, Perry," she said. "Eat me and fuck me and do anything you want with me."
He got up on the bed and came to her on his knees, his prick in his hand. It loomed large over her face as he said, "You ready now to kiss it a little?"
She stared for a moment at that slowly oozing single eye and shook her head. "Not yet. Maybe never. Just fuck me now. Please."
He shook his head in disgust, then climbed over her body, astraddle her waist. He inched forward, squeezing her breasts, and she asked him what he was going to do.
"Fuck you between the tits for a start. You'll dig it."
They were already very sensitized by his hands, and his prick seemed to burn her like a hot iron as he laid it down on her chest and closed them on it. As he worked it back and forth, it felt almost as good as if he'd been fucking her cunt, and she reached down and made it feel better by fingering herself. She even liked the feeling of his balls dragging over her belly as he fucked her tits. She watched each emergence of the florid head from the milky flesh, and it was beautiful. He kept it up till she was coming, and then he stopped.
Laura felt his balls against her prick-heated tits and smelled his male odor as his prick touched her lips. She couldn't see it though, with her eyes shut tight as she rolled and rocked with her orgasm. Lost in a frenzy of lust, she grabbed it and sucked it in her mouth before he could have the pleasure of forcing it on her.
And it was so good. Right away she knew she'd always love to suck his cock, and that perhaps there was a real love between them after all. If they could meet so fully on the sexual front, a fuller relationship might follow. But she couldn't think about that then. She could only enjoy the feeling of his hard, hot cock sliding in and out of her mouth and wonder if his cum would taste good too.
Then Bobby started licking her cunt. She couldn't see him, but she could feel him, and it was wonderful. He was wonderful for having left Helen for her, and for knowing exactly what was missing to complete her joy. She'd let him fuck her-she'd have to-and she'd be able to take all of his big cock with ease. She caressed his head, and opening her eyes, saw his cock pointing down at her face.
It was unmistakably his, and since the one in her mouth was unmistakably Perry's, that had to be Helen going down on her. The thought of Lesbianism thrilled her as much as Helen's tonguings, and Laura soared to another peak. In her ecstasy she grabbed Bobby's prick and pulled it down, spat out Perry's cock and started sucking the bigger one. She stopped long enough to say, "Perry, fuck me now! Please! And then von. Bobby. I want you both."
"Don't von want me too?" Helen asked. and stopped her thrilling cunnilingus to get up on the bed with them. "Now that you've learned what fun sucking cocks is. I think von should learn about pussy as well. And while you're learning, and because I like yon. I'm going to let both boys fuck you at once."
"It'd split me!" Laura said, closing her legs.
"Not both in your cunt, honey," Helen explained.
Perry lay on his hack on the bed, and Laura, too impassioned to resist, allowed herself to he sat upon his loins, facing his feet, with his cock in her anus. His buttocks were at the edge of the bed, and by spreading his legs, it allowed Bobby to come to her on the floor on his knees and reach her cant with his cock. He pushed and she tried to help, for she was coming very hard then and needing more, much more. He pushed her down on top of Perry, and then he got it in. Bobby did all the work and both Laura and Perry reaped much of the rewards. Laura, filled to bursting with cock, panted, "Fuck me! Oh, flick me! I love it!"
Helen stepped over her head and opened out her richly enflamed and dripping cunt. Laura, rolling her head back and forth, watched it slowly descend on her as the big woman squatted down. Helen murmured, "Fuck me too, honey! Fuck me with your tongue."
The taste was rank and foul, sweet and beautiful, and Laura lapped and sucked the luscious cunt hard, and got her hands up on the big tits over her head. Still coming, she felt Perry jerk and heave under her, and the sloshing in her cunt grew louder still as Bobby squirted his cum in her. She went on sucking Helen as long as she could, until her orgasm grew to such dimensions that it overpowered her and she lost all her coordination. Her insides seemed to be draining out when the two cocks were withdrawn from her, and she felt very lonely. Before she could start to cry, they were pulling her up off the bed and taking her in the living room for a reviving drink.