Sharon drowsed on the way back to town, smiling at her recollections of their half-day at the fishing shack.
After their first fuck the sun had come out, letting them swim naked in the pond. They caught some frogs in a bait net, then let them go. Indoors again, they ate sandwiches and drank up the beer and screwed their heads off.
But now she had to face her three-o'clock date with Lita.
The sun had vanished again. Gloomy clouds hung low over the grazing lands.
Abruptly, Tom asked, "Would you like to live with me?"
This startled her.
He said, "My apartment is a little place on Liberty Street. I can't afford better while I'm saving to buy the plane. But two people would pay the same rent as one."
At the fishing shack everything had seemed clear. She was crazy about Tom. But now they were nearing town and through her mind swirled her other world – Buddy and Nancy and Harve, Lita and Bud Connoly – the world of her intrigues, and the little white car. Somehow it all blotted Tom out.
They parted at the Harris salesroom.
She hailed a taxi and rode toward the Connoly house, wondering why she had not let Tom drive her there. Ashamed?
It was more complicated than that.
The white house looked immense, splendid, enchanted in the gray light seeping through the clouds pressing down on it.
Lita met her at the door, golden Lita in a dressing gown. When the taxi had rolled away Lita hugged her and enveloped her mouth in a sucking, soft-lipped kiss.
She ushered Sharon into the little green room where they had first made love. In this murky light, the outlines of the furniture were blurred. Sharon dropped heavily on the couch. She kicked off her sandals and drew her feet up under her.
She said, "Lita, you mentioned something special. Unusual."
Lita waved her hand in a graceful, negligent manner. "I hope that thinking about it hasn't upset you. Here, I'll get you a drink to settle you down. Special? Yes, I think so. And you'll love it."
"Are you being mysterious just to tease rue?"
"Perhaps I am." Lita left the room. Shortly she returned, bearing a tray, a cocktail shaker and two stemmed glasses. She set the tray on the coffee table before the couch and sat beside Sharon.
Sharon eyed her. Lita's lovely, jutting, golden breasts, the dainty tuft of pussy hair marking her crotch, the long, sleek legs, were as yesterday, the same as last night, but somehow Sharon did not feel that crazy urge to make it with the woman. The image of Tom's dark, stiffly curved cock was still weaving about in her mind.
Lita poured drinks. "Sleep all day?"
"Not all day."
She wondered at the evasiveness of her answer. Why not tell Lita she had been fucking with a wonderful young man? It would seem disloyal, she guessed. This was her boss' house, and his wife. Her job, her promotion, depended on this. So she held her tongue.
The drink Lita had poured for her was crystal clear, a dry martini. She sipped it. Strong.
Lita's fingers wove into hers. "Darling, you're thoughtful. Trouble?"
"I'm not quite awake yet I guess." She sipped more of the drink. Really strong. But it slipped down her throat like lemonade. She drank most of it.
Observing that, Lita smiled. "Darling, you'll get high as a kite."
"I need it."
Lita refilled the glass. As Sharon sipped it she felt the girl's arm curl about her shoulders. The touch was not unpleasant, but it was, to tell the truth, nothing.
She settled back against the couch, with Lita watching her intently. Sharon drank most of the second glass, then set it on the table. Enough. She felt loose right down to her toes.
Something strange happened. It began as a blush seeping down her cheeks to her throat. Then her titties became hot and seemed to swell out before her. Her cunt felt like it was expanding, forcing her legs apart. She uncrossed them, spreading her thighs to make room for her bloating pussy.
She gasped, "Lita, that drink was terribly strong."
"I warned you, sweetie."
Sharon looked at the other girl's face. Her dark eyelashes seemed to have grown out to inky fans. Beneath them her eyes glowed darkly. The cores were ruby lights. Her mouth was crimson, a gaping wound in which pearly teeth held her glistening tonguetip trapped.
The room had become darker.
Sharon turned to Lita. Their mouths met. Her own lips felt fat, magnified, sucking voluptuously at the other's, admitting a giant tongue and licking it slowly, sensuously, wallowing in the exchange of liquid caresses. It was a kiss with, somehow, more than two tongues in it. Her fingers stroked Lita's cheeks, and the velvet of her flesh was so delicate that she plucked it out, worked it in her fingers as though testing to make sure it was human.
She gazed at Lita's breasts, cones protruding in the gown.
Then Lita whispered, "Darling, please undress."
Sharon numbly obeyed. She rose from the couch and stretched the halter out in front, lifting it up her titties. She did it more slowly than she had ever done anything before. As she skinned the halter over her head and up her arms she realized that the drinks had done this. Had there been something besides gin and vermouth in the glass?
She unhooked the waist of her shorts, zipped down, eased the garments to her knees and let them fall. She stood there, cupping her hands on her breasts and exploring them. They did not seem like hers. She had to reach far out in front of herself to grasp the giant red caps, which were too large for her hands to cover.
She switched her torso. The huge tits swayed like a pair of watermelons floating within her encircling arms.
She asked, "Lita, what was in that drink?"
"A mild aphrodisiac, darling. I know, people say that true aphrodisiacs do not exist except for the dangerous Spanish fly. But if you're willing to pay, there is a source."
Sharon dropped her hands to her pussy. Trying to encompass it was like exploring a hairy, spilt football. No, that was not the shape of it, but the size. She placed a hand in her gash. A voluptuous rolling began within her. She looked down at Lita, who had opened her transparent negligee.
Lita was equally transformed. Her breasts were swollen spheres, like pumped-up balloons capped with giant red puffs drawn out to long points like cocks. And Lita's tidy little blonde pussy had grown to a yellow jungle protruding a foot.
Sharon crouched over her. She had to test the illusion that Lita's nipples were two red cocks. She fingered one. Had her hand somehow diminished?
She fisted the length of nip and found that the rosy tip protruded from the index finger and thumb circling it. She bent to the other nipple, her mouth yawning. The nip filled her mouth like a banana. And yet, as she sucked it, the cylinder seemed to return to its old proportions. Had her mouth grown larger? She faced an aureole the size of a dinner plate, mounted on a golden bill.
She shut her eyes to try and get her bearings. By feel, the nipple in her lips was normal, but when she looked all she could see was a puffed aureole larger than her face.
She felt Lita's hand move in between her legs. Gentle fingers stroked her cunt. Curd drool spilled and the touch became buttery. Her hole was a flyer, flowing endlessly.
At last she rose up from the girl's tit and looked into her eyes.
"Lila, you said there would be something special. I like this. It's queer, but really groovy. Strange, though."
"Honey, the drug is only a preliminary. The really special thing is behind you. Here, sit down."
Sharon dropped to the sofa, into the curve of Lita's arm. Her vision seemed heavy. With an effort she swung her gaze in the direction Lita had indicated.
There stood Bud Connoly.
Her boss was naked, a dark, stocky wedge of a man, his chest matted with black fur. His cock was fully erect.
Sharon stared at it. Her perception of him was as inflated as those of Lita. This was no cock, but a cylinder of dark meat as big as his thigh. The head of it, she thought, was like a coconut. And the scrotum hanging from his crotch was a black-haired bag stretched by two great cobblestones. But when he spoke, reality returned.
"I seem to recall seeing you two girls in some whorehouse."
His standard joke told in his drawling, country-boy accent.
Lita laughed.
Sharon felt Lita's arm curl tighter about her. A hand raised her right breast. A thumb rubbed the nipple.
Bud sat down on the coffee table, close enough that his knee almost touched Sharon's. His cock angled up toward her face. His scrotum hung down from the table, the immense balls resting on the floor.
He said, "Now don't you girls pay me any mind. I'll just sit here and watch you have fun."
Out of the chaos of her mind, Sharon pulled some truths. She was naked in Lita's arms. Lita's husband sat facing them, naked. He was grinning, his cock erect. He wanted to watch two girls making love.
Lita said, "Sharon darling, this is my little surprise. You see, Bud is never unfaithful to me because he prefers waiting until I can really turn him on with another girl. Oh, we've been watching you for months. You fill our needs perfectly. Above all, you are rapaciously ambitious. You will do anything to get Nancy's job. You see, Bud is not – nor am I – interested in a quickie. We want a girl we can count on to join our little family."
Bud said, "Lila told me about the little old white car you got your heart set on, Sharon. It's yours. And so is Nancy's job."
Sharon could not believe it.
Lita said, "We had to start with you and me, darling. Because Bud insists that the girl who joins our family must really like cunt. He can't be fooled. Will you show him how you adore my pussy?"
The words sank slowly into the drugged fuzziness of Sharon's mind.
She had already decided on a course of her own. She wanted to feel Bud's cock. While Lita spoke she was reaching for it. She clasped the knob. Rather, she closed her hand on one side of the flared head. She could not have encompassed the entire bulb, even using both hands.
She then obeyed Lita's command. The girl had cocked up a leg, and Sharon bent down to her bloated, yellow-haired cuntlips. She licked the coral gash and sucked loudly. Then she curled her lips about the clit and tugged at it.
Lita moaned and squirmed about.
The size of the clit seemed to vary. Sharon realized, however, that she controlled its dimensions, and by desiring it to grow she found that the elusive, slippery pink thing could fill her mouth with pulsing flesh. She rose up, intending to tell them of her experience.
Bud said, "Say, you do go down like honey, Sharon. Watching you suck cunt makes my pecker jump like a hound dog shot in the ass."
As Sharon straightened she saw Lita lean forward to Bud's prodigious cock. She fisted it in both hands and licked a blob of white drip from the split. Then her lips gaped and she pressed in, filling her mouth with the immense cockhead.
A moment ago Sharon's hand had failed to cover more than a small part of the flaring head.
Now, Lita was sucking the whole thing, her cheeks drawn in to its shape.
Quickly she lipped off it, saying, "Sharon, darling, it's your turn."
Sharon extended her hands to the monstrosity. It was like gasping a living fence post. And yet, as she licked and nibbled the split in the end, she found that she could stretch her lips aver the cockhead, mouth it and quite easily gulp the delicious morsel.
Bud grunted, "Now, that's what I call sucking cock! You should take lessons from Sharon, Lita. Honey, let's go in on the big bed so you can lap Sharon's cunt while she blows me… Okay?"
They moved. Sharon surrendered his prong and the three walked. Rather, she moved on clouds that seemed to have no bottom, which tanged her feet, tripping her. Someone supported her. They went through doorways.
She faced a giant bed, a playing field, a tennis-court-sized mattress.
Soon she was in the middle of it. She fisted Bud's cock. With her free hand she tried to gather up his immense balls.
She spread her legs wide to let Lita's soft mouth wash up and down her cunt.
She bent Bud's cock to her mouth, licking the fresh emission of white goo from the glans.
He said, "Honey, I never had a cock sucked so good. But let's see if you get the picture straight. I'm a rich man. I'll give you that little old white car. Hell, it won't cost me much. I own a piece of Harris Motors, so I can buy it wholesale. Then, you can have all the clothes you want from the Boutique. You can even live here with us. There's a little suite, a bedroom and sitting room with its own bath. You can have that. And, while I'm working at the motel, you and Lita can lick cunt all you want. Fact is, I want you to. It makes me feel good."
Sharon was trying to sucker onto his cockhead.
He pushed her back. "Wait, honey. You got to understand. You won't be allowed to even look at any other guy. Or girl. You have only one cock, mine. And one cunt, Lita's. Understand?"
"Yes. Can I suck it now?"
He grinned. "Why, that's the best idea I've heard in a month of Sundays!"
Sharon gobbled at the big knob. She yanked it to her, squirmed, impaling her mouth on it. The head lodged in her throat.
Lita was mouthing her cunt lips. The girl's tongue separated the hairy gates and washed her clit.
Sharon saw Bud twist about and grasp his wife's legs. Spreading them, he thrust his head between.
His thick tongue lashed out at her gash.
Sharon felt the whole triangle come alive, as though a current were circulating through them.
She was coming, hips jerking, thighs clamping on Lita's head. The orgasm peaked, burst, and another started before it had a chance to ebb away.
She sucked loudly, her head bobbing up and down. She expelled the head to study its enormous flare, to measure the size of her licking tongue in reference to it. She kissed down the blue vein at the side, raised his scrotum, and gently tucked a ball into her mouth.
She had forgiven Lita for drugging her. Why not? She had everything now, all the orgasms she could ever want. They were waiting in line, one after another, springing to life in her bowels.
She would have her car and a luxurious suite here in the Connoly home and the use of the pool for swimming naked with Lita.
In the back of her mind lurked the memory of Tom Thornton. She would have to give him up. Well, she wasn't his kind of girl. She was a whore. Exactly. A whore made to fit a triangle, a permanent husband-wife-whore arrangement.
Bud said, "Lita, your cunt never tasted so good. It's just like honey!"
"If you think it's good, you should try it."
"I will, honey. I'll do that. We have loads of time before Sharon goes to work at eight o'clock as the new night manager. But right now I'd like to fuck a little. You know how I like it best. Two asses side by side."
Sharon felt the chain break. They both moved from her. She lay panting. At last they lifted her. She found herself on her knees beside Lita. Bud was behind them.
He said, "I'll give you each three jabs, then shift."
His hands gripped Sharon's asscheeks and spread them. An enormous blunt object pressed at her snatch. She braced on her forearms and shoved back. The monstrous cock slid into her, skewering her to the very depths of her hole. She choked. It was too big, splitting her in half.
He drew out. The return was easier, noisy as her cunt sucked at it, sloshing and squirting on the overload of cock meat.
When he withdrew she shrieked. Her cunt gaped, pulsed. She thrust backward to fill her slit. The rampant cock plunged in and she came explosively, wrenching about, thrashing her ass and butting it against him.
It was gone again.
She looked frantically back over her shoulder. She saw Bud move from her and wedge the huge cock into his wife's cunt.
Lita seized Sharon's arm, then bit her neck, moaning with passion as Bud rammed it in.
Lita cried, "Bud, you're making me come so hard, darling! Oh, please fuck me more than just three strokes. Please?"
"Honey, it's Sharon's turn now."
Again Sharon was filled by the massive club. She threw her arms about Lita and clung to her, sucking the back of her neck.
Then Lita collapsed. She slid down under Sharon and suckered her mouth onto a hanging breast, trying to swallow the nipple.
Bud chuckled, "Well, all right, honey. I'll fuck Sharon's cunt for a while. My, you're pretty excited today, aren't you?"
Lita tongued Sharon's breast out of her mouth long enough to say, "Bud, I love you so! Why don't you shove a finger into my cunt while you fuck Sharon?"
Then she gulped in a mouthful of tit.
Sharon was peaking again, crying out, "Ahhh! It's so good, Bud, drive it into my cunt!"
"I was thinking of trying out your other hole, honey," he said.
"Anything!" she cried.