"Hi, come on in," Grant invited politely as Clara studied him. The fortune teller's promise of someone tall, dark, and handsome certainly fitted Grant.
"Lois isn't here yet," he noted with a sigh. "Late, as usual."
"Who's Lois?" Wil asked curiously.
"Girl I invited over tonight," Grant answered. "How about some wine?"
"Sure," Wil agreed. "You want some, Clara?"
"Uh, okay." Clara was a bit disappointed. She had expected something stronger. She didn't think she'd have the nerve to participate in an orgy unless she was drunk. She wondered if it really was going to be an orgy.
The buzzer rattled harshly and Grant, muttering something under his breath, reached out and punched the button that released the downstairs door. They heard footsteps on the stairs as he handed around the wine.
When he opened the door, Clara barely managed to keep her jaw from dropping. Lois was a very pretty blonde. She was about five feet tall, and diminutive in every respect but one – she had huge, round breasts. Her pale blonde hair was in a pony tail. What had nearly made Clara's jaw drop was Lois' outfit. Though the temperature was hovering around the freezing mark, the girl was wearing a sleeveless, tie-dyed undershirt and a short miniskirt that revealed her sleek, bare legs. Her chilled erected nipples jutted against the taut knit of the shirt. Their darkness was visible through the barely concealing cloth.
Even Grant seemed slightly taken aback by Lois' appearance. "You walk here from the subway that way?" he asked.
"Huh-huh," Lois answered in a breathily sexy voice.
"Get raped on the way?" Wil asked, only half joking.
"Not tonight," Lois answered, sounding disappointed.
"Bring the stuff?" Grant inquired.
"Of course," Lois assured him softly. "I'm late?"
"Yeah, well, we'll deal with that later," Grant said ominously.
"Okay."
Clara tried to figure out what it was about Lois. There was a kinky sexiness to her. It came from more than just her outfit. Clara could sense Wil responding to it, and felt a hot itch deep in her own guts.
"What's that?" Wil asked suspiciously when Lois took a plastic sack from her mammoth shoulder bag.
"Grass," Grant said bluntly.
"I don't think…" Wil started. He changed it to a grunt when Clara dug an elbow into his ribs.
"I've always wanted to try it," Clara said quickly.
"Be just a moment," Grant assured them, and began doing mysterious things with a water pipe and an incredible number of mouthpieces.
"This is the party?" Wil asked.
"This is it," Grant answered. "Told you it was just a few intimate friends."
"Oh, are you two intimate?" Lois asked innocently.
Clara and Wil glanced at each other. Just then Grant announced that the pipe was ready. They all settled on the floor in a circle around the pipe. In moments the apartment was filled with smoke. Clara sucked in a deep breath of marijuana smoke and held it.
It felt like a warm wave was sweeping out through her body, making all her connective tissue dissolve, so she spread out, like a morning mist. She focused her eyes on a modern painting on the opposite wall. She was amazed at the colon she hadn't seen there before.
"Mmmmmm, good stuff," Grant mused.
"Are you two intimate?" Lois asked again.
Clara moved over toward Wil. Her inhibitions were dissolving under the influence of the grass. She leaned against Wil's shoulder and stroked his thigh. She was fascinated by the feel of his leg, by its warmth and vitality. "Uhmm-hummm," she purred. "Since yesterday."
"That's nice," Lois murmured. She had been sitting with her legs together, out in front of her. Now, she crossed them and sat like an Indian. Her skirt bunched up, revealed the crotch of her white panties. A few wisps of pale red hair had escaped.
"I suppose you and Grant are, too?" Wil ventured.
"Oh, yes, Grant understands me." Lois sighed and blinked hazily at Wil.
"You know," Grant mused, "I think a girl's first experience colon her whole life."
"I do, too," Lois agreed. "I know it did with me."
Clara pondered this absently. She felt a warm knot of sexiness growing down deep in her gut. But there was also a vague feeling of disappointment. Somehow, remembering her first time, she had the feeling that it hadn't been all it could have. "I don't know," she said aloud.
"What was your first time like?" Wil asked.
"It wasn't with you?" Lois asked, intrigued.
"Unh-uh," Wil responded, shaking his head slowly.
"You really want to know?" Clara asked him. Just thinking of telling about it was getting her excited.
"You tell about yours and I'll tell about mine," Lois offered.
Clara felt her cunt begin to wet the crotch of her panties. "Okay," she agreed. She took a deep drag on the pot pipe, then followed it with a swallow of wine. She felt the grass and alcohol blend deep inside her, melt her inhibitions. She noticed the ornament restraining Lois' long blonde pony tail – a black leather band studded with chrome. It seemed to be woven into her hair somehow.
"I was a virgin until about a year ago," Clara began, her mind going back to her senior prom.
She had gone steady with Gary during most of her senior year in high school. That night she had worn a low-cut white gown. He had been devastatingly handsome in his tux. It was traditional to stay out the whole night…
"Where do you want to go?" Gary asked as they left the crepe-paper decorated gym, entered the softly-scented spring night.
"Oh, I don't know," Clara answered. When he took her hand, an electric current flowed between them.
"I know where there's a party," he ventured in a tone that made it obvious that wasn't what he wanted to do.
"Oh, gee, I don't really want to go to a party," Clara said, trying to control the quiver in her voice.
"Want to just… drive around?"
Why was her crotch so hot? "Okay."
As soon as they were in the car she slid over next to him. It was his father's car. It was big and soft and warm, like a bedroom. He put the car in gear and pulled forward out of the parking space.
His arm went around her shoulder, and she snuggled closer to him. She rested her head against him and put her hand on his strong thighs. She felt the heat of his body through his formal trousers. She thought about the small paper bag in the back seat. It held her shorts and top, and her bathing suit. It was just in case they had decided to head for the beach after the prom. She really should change out of her dress, but didn't know how to suggest it.
His hand slid toward her breast, and she reached up to catch his fingers. Her heart fluttered, and her mouth was dry as she kept careful control of the situation. The street was nearly deserted. It was one in the morning, after all.
Without asking, he turned off the main drag, and headed into the secret darkness of a side street. They snuggled together, sharing the music over the radio, while tension slowly knotted her gut tighter. She tugged at his hand, moved his fingers on to the soft slope of her tit above the neckline of her dress. Her own hand stroked the inside of his thigh. The car lurched slightly as his foot jerked on the gas pedal.
They were on the back road around the Country Club now. On the right expensive houses were surrounded by huge manicured lawns. Most were dark. A few had the porch lights on.
The record on the radio changed, and Clara felt a surge of warmth. It was their song! Gary spun the steering wheel to the left, guided the car into a dirty service road that went through a grove of frees. Clara wondered if he had been here before with other girls. It was the first time he had brought her there.
"Found this the other day," he said in a tight voice. "Nobody else knows about it."
She hoped he was right and hoped that he was wrong, too. She was scared and eager all at the same time. She knew what was going to happen, knew he knew what was going to happen.
She wondered if he had taken precautions, had something with him.
The narrow road curled around toward a small storage shed. Gary drove to the far side of the building. They could see the golf course, all silver and black in the moonlight. The engine whined as he shifted into park, then went silent when he reached through the steering wheel and turned the key.
They were left alone with the soft music from the radio, and the pounding of their own hearts. His hand was stroking her breast gently. Then his other fingered her law, and she turned her head and they kissed. It was a pulse-racing, crotch boiling kiss. His tongue touched her lips. She let him in with virginal shyness.
As she turned toward him, the hand that had been caressing her tit lost contact with it. But his other took its place, slid hesitantly up her side.
His palm covered the warm mound and pressed softly on her dress and bra. She felt her nipple stiffen impatiently. Her left arm was trapped between them. Her hand was on the inside of his thigh. For a second, she was afraid to move it. Then, she did. She felt hot humidity in his crotch, and a hard lump along one thigh. Her fingers delicately traced his swollen cock. It was immense! She was fascinated by the size of it.
She snuggled firmly against him as the kiss went on and on and on. While he massaged her breast, she felt his other hand fumbling at the zipper on the back of her dress.
She could stop him. Maybe she should stop him.
But she knew she wasn't going to stop him. The zipper eased down and down and down her back, loosening her dress as it went. She tightened the kiss as her fear and excitement both grew. Her fingers pinched his rock-hard cock.
Then his hand left the zipper, went to her bra. The hooks popped free with distressing ease. The hand on her breast moved, sought more intimate access to the warm globe.
For a moment, she pressed closer to him, tried to protect her tit from his assault. Things were moving too fast for her. Her lust wasn't keeping pace with her fear. Then his fingers touched her nipple, pinched it, and the flare of excitement that triggered surged past her worry and inhibitions, melted them away. She moaned deep in her throat. Her fingers stroked his cock, then fumbled blindly for his fly.
She found his zipper, managed somehow to pull it down. His cock thrust up against his shorts. She fumbled for the fly, but couldn't find it. Finally, impatiently, she managed to get his shorts down far enough to liberate his towering dick. It jumped out against her hand, drooled into her palm.
Her fingers curled around it with a familiarity that astonished her. She hadn't ever touched a cock before. She wanted to look down and see the jutting tower, but was afraid to break the kiss. Her dress hindering his touch, he probed and fondled her naked breast awkwardly.
A fresh surge of confidence and desire drove her to break the kiss and ease back from him. She kept hold of his cock, and glanced down. In the shadow of his lap, she could see little more than a vague outline. She slipped her dress down her arms. Releasing her grasp on his dick, she pulled her arms out of both dress and bra, and let the fabric crumple in her lap. Her breasts were bared to the moonlight streaming in the windshield, and to his eyes.
Gary sucked in an admiring gasp.
Clara took hold of his cock again, and sat up very straight, thrust her tits out proudly for his reverent inspection.
His fingers touched them, tweaked the nipples, sent hot flashes of lust through her. She saw the desire in his eyes. She liked the effect her body was having on him.
But she felt cheated at his lack of exposure. "Take off your jacket and shirt," she urged.
He stripped them off with shaking, sweating, desperate hands. Clara ran her fingers over his bare chest, twirled the curling dark hair, touched the nipples, made them stiffen. His hands stroked her soft, warm globes, pulled on her stiff nipples.
She felt like she was Eve and he was Adam. Her bare breasts mashed against his hard chest, her nipples dug at his pectorals. His hands caressed her naked back, pressed her against him. They kissed and she squirmed her chest against his, made her breasts ache and burn. Waves of fire and lust threatened her motels.
Morals? They had been lost in the typhoon of lust and love. Her crotch was a steaming, burning tunnel of hunger. She knew it wouldn't take much to get her out of her dress and panties.
Gary broke the kiss and eased her away so he could again study her breasts with eyes and hands. Then, unexpectedly, he dipped his head. Lips touched her tit, and flames erupted in her gut. She curled her fingers in his hair, and tilted her head.
His hands went to the rumple of her dress, and tugged. She lifted obediently, let him drag her gown down. Her panties went with it.
In seconds she was down to stockings and garter belt. His fingers probed the hairy nest of her pussy. She moaned and parted her thighs. She found his belt, yanked it open, and jammed his pants down and grasped his cock ruthlessly. She slid sideways on the seat, and fell slowly to her back. Then she tugged him down on top of her.
"Have you got a rubber?" she asked frantically, fearfully.
"In my wallet, in my jacket," Gary panted.
"Get it," she urged. "Hurry!"
For a horrifying moment, he abandoned her. He groped for his jacket in the back seat. There was a crinkly sound, a soft sound, and then he was back. "Here," he grunted, handing the rolled rubber to her. He was going to make her put it on him!
Clinging to the tattered remnants of her lust, she fumbled with the thin latex. It wasn't the first time she had handled one; a girl friend had had some at a slumber party once. She managed to get it over the tip of his dick. As she rolled the thin sheath down over his pecker her lust came back full force. The rubber was slimy with lubricant.
With a soft moan, she lay back on the front seat. She writhed, got one leg up on the back of it. She was abandoning herself to him. She was a helpless pawn in the grip of their combined desire.
She was aware of him leaning forward over her. He looked down as he bent his cock toward her nest. She felt his dick touch her bush, nuzzle along her slit. He missed the mark. Whimpering, she reached down, improved his aim. Then he leaned into her. There was a stinging, tearing sensation, and suddenly she was jammed full, and a cry was driven out of her. It was as if his cock had pistoned the air out of her lungs.
He stroked in her, quick and hard. His fingers clutched her breasts with bruising force. Her thighs ached as he forced them apart, pounded their insides. Her cunt was burning with pain and pleasure.
Then she felt his tower lurching in her twat and knew he was cumming. She wondered if she was. If she was, if this was all there was to it, she didn't see what all the fuss was about. It couldn't be. There had to be more to it than this. There just had to be. His pecker ceased its pumping and began to shrink. Maybe it was the rubber; she hadn't actually felt his spunk spatter inside her. Maybe that was it. She clutched him to her as his cock retreated from her depths.
"We did it again that night," Clara concluded, returning to the present and Grant's apartment. "It was a little better, but not much."
"What about you, Lois? What was your first time like?" Grant asked.
"I was raped," Lois announced in hr soft, breathy voice. Instantly, she had everyone's full attention.
"I'm not sure that counts," Clara mused, befuddled by the wine and pot. She and Wil snuggled together comfortably.
"Oh, but it does," Lois answered, wide-eyed. She was still sitting cross-legged.
Clara wasn't sure she wanted to hear about it. Rape had a fear, and a fascination for her. She sought refuge in a lungful of pot smoke.
"Tell us about it," Grant urged.
"Yeah, come on. You promised," Wil said.
Clara let her mind drift as Lois began her tale.
There was a hot itch in her gut. Such feelings were forbidden by her strict family. It was a hot, summer Sunday. She was dressed, as her religious father insisted, in white shirt, white shorts, white sneakers, and white athletic socks. The only thing that wasn't pure and innocent was something he could do nothing about: the impressive jut of her bust.
"You really want to join?" the boy eyeing her asked. The cigarette between his lips drooped. He blinked smoke tears out of his eyes, then suppressed a couch.
"Uh-huh! I do," she answered.
"Aw, come on Jake," another boy snorted. "Leave her here, for Pete's sake."
"Naw, wait a minute!" Jake said. He was looking at her in a way that made the funny hot itch in her crotch worse.
Charlie, a redhead, snickered and began cleaning his fingernails with his pocket knife. "Maybe she'd like to join in a circle jerk."
"Sure," Lois agreed, not knowing what it was, but willing to do anything to get in with them. She really liked Jake. But he never paid any attention to her. Unless she was dressed in a certain way, that was.
Her answer brought a guffaw from everyone but Jake. He stood there with a calculating smile on his lips, and studied her.
Jake waved his hand at the others, commanded silence. "What the hell, guys. She wants to be in the circle jerk, why shouldn't she be in the circle jerk?"
"She's a girl," one of the others pointed out.
"We use pictures of girls," Jake said mysteriously. "Why shouldn't we use a real one?"
"Yeah," Charlie agreed, his blue eyes glittering. Lois noticed that there were intriguing lumps in the boys' pants, especially Jake's. What guys had there was a complete mystery to her.
Evidently what Jake had said was convincing. In seconds she was trailing them into the woods that bordered the railroad tracks. After about a quarter of a mile, Jake halted in a clearing.
"What's up?" Charlie asked.
"Gotta blindfold her," Jake answered. "That's the rule for non-members. Right, guys?"
"Yeah," Charlie agreed. The others looked puzzled.
"Anybody got a handkerchief?" Jake asked. "I always use my sleeve," Stew answered. "I have one," Lois said, digging into the pocket of her shorts.
"Perfect," Jake said, taking the big white hanky from her, and tying it over her eyes.
"Better do her hands, too," Charlie suggested. "Good idea," Jake agreed. "Gimme your belt." In seconds, her wrists were tied in front of her.
The knot of fear in her belly grew as she was led over the uneven ground. As they approached the mysterious hideout, the itch in her tummy became a tingle.
"Here we are," Charlie announced. There was a metallic rattle, and a groan from rusty binges.
Then she was led through a doorway, or something. The breezes faded and were replaced by a mass of strange smells. One was stale tobacco smoke. There were also other, more unpleasant stinks, too. Ones that she didn't recognize.
"Shit, smells like an outhouse in here," someone snorted. "Open the damn window."
Someone did. Cool air brushed her sweaty cheek. There was a lessening of the gloom through the blindfold, too.
She had been left unattended during all this. Finally she asked hesitantly about taking off her blindfold.
"Yeah, go ahead," Jake told her.
Lois pushed the blindfold up off her eyes, and blinked to focus her sight. She looked around the shack curiously. She flushed hotly when she saw the pictures on the walls. They were of naked women!
They did something funny to her insides. The tingle in her crotch increased and her stomach knotted up.
The rest of the shanty was a clutter of empty beer cans, tattered magazines, and old comic books. A kerosene lantern hung from a hook in the ceiling.
"Now what?" Stew asked, staring at her. He looked scared.
Jake grinned. "Can't have a circle jerk unless we all get naked."
"Naked?" Lois squeaked. She hadn't ever seen boys naked. She hadn't even seen her own father naked. To be naked was a sin!
But the idea also brought with it a flare of excitement. She would find out what all the mystery was about! The itch in her crotch got hotter and more desperate.
"You wanted to," Jake pointed out. "Got to get naked to have a circle jerk."
"Oh." She had the feeling she was about to wet her pants.
"I think she has to do it now that she's here," Charlie said.
"Me, too," the fourth boy, Simon, added. There was an excited glitter in his dark eyes.
"Oh." Lois looked from one to the other. They were all staring at her. The lumps in their pants were bigger than before.
"Undo my hands?" she asked softly, holding her wrists out to Jake.
Jake's eyes burned into hers, read her soul. Evidently he saw there the answer she was afraid to voice. He unfastened the belt, released her wrists. "Lock the door, Stew," he ordered quietly in a tone that made Lois shudder.
Lois didn't look at them. Nor did she look at the gross pictures on the walls – all those naked tits and baby crotches. She didn't have much hair down there. What little there was was an almost invisible blonde. But her breasts were almost big enough to compete with those in the pictures.
Her hands shaking, her wrists sore, she unbuttoned her blouse. She heard a collective gasp when her bra-covered boobs came into sight. She carefully hung her white blouse on a nail. Then, not wanting to get her shorts dirty, she got a magazine to sit on, and took off her shoes and socks. Then she stood up and skinned her shorts down.
There wasn't a sound in the cabin. The boys all seemed to be holding their breath. Still avoiding looking at them, she reached back and tried to unfasten her bra. Finally, she had to back up to Jake. She held her pony tail out of the way so he could get at the hooks of her bra. She added it to the clothes on the nail. Her panties followed quickly.
She turned, finally managed to look at the boys. Their mouths were open, their eyes were huge. They stared at her. She flushed and covered her crotch with her hands.
"Aren't you… going to get naked?" she asked timidly.
"Yeah. Hey, guys, come on, let's get naked," Jake said.
Lois stood there, shivering in spite of the summer warmth, and watched them strip. In seconds they were all as naked as she was.
Their… whatever they were… pointed at her. What were they called? Something that started with a p.
"Wh… what's a circle jerk?" Lois asked, uncomfortable under the concerted stares. Her crotch hurt.
Jake, the leader, took command. "You lie down on the floor, and we stand around you and jerk off."
"Lie down on the floor?" Lois said reluctantly. The floor was dirt. "Do I have to?"
"Hey, Stew, where's that mattress we got?" Jake asked.
"I'll get it," Charlie announced. Lois noticed that his crotch hair was a darker red than the hair on his head.
In seconds Charlie was back with a mattress that was little better than the floor.
"Lie down," Jake ordered.
Hesitantly, Lois obeyed. She lay down self consciously on her back, and folded her hands over her stomach. The boys stood around her. Their penises – that was the name – their penises, dangled over her. When they gripped their organs and began pumping them, she couldn't believe it. Self-abuse! It was supposed to make you go blind. Something like that.
The sight of them holding their shafts made her insides coil into a hot knot of excitement. In spite of all she had been taught and told and threatened with her hands slipped down toward her aching, itching, hungry crotch. She fingered her little slit delicately as she eyed first one bobbing penis, then another. The boys began sweating as they pumped their cocks. She wanted to reach up and touch one of the bobbing cylinders, to feel the dusky tip of Jake's, or the pink head of Charlie's.
The boys licked their lips as they stared down at her, at her breasts, at her crotch. As she lay there on the soiled mattress, her hips began to squirm. Her finger found a special spot. Pressing the little bump in the heart of her sex sent an unexpected wave of heat rippling through her.
A finger slipped into her hole. It was awfully wrong, of course. But what could she do? She was trapped here, at their mercy! She slipped her finger into her vagina and thought about how awful she was. It felt so good, it had to be sinful. It felt so fantastic, it had to be bad.
Jake's thing spurted! Something thick, and white, and burning hot erupted from the head of his penis, spattered down on her bare shoulder. It did it again, and again. Hot drops hit her neck, her dun, her breast, even her lips, as he continued to jerk his spouting shaft. Without meaning to, she licked the searing goo off her lips. Instantly, her mouth was filled with a wondrous flavor. Her own flame-wracked body rose on a searing fireball of hellfire pleasure.
The other cocks were jetting and showering her now, spattering her pale flesh with creamy blobs. Her stomach, her thighs, her breasts, her face, even her crotch – her whole body was being showered with their… whatever it was. It was unbelievable, incredible, exciting and frightening and exhilarating.
Closing her eyes, Lois abandoned herself to the tidal wave that was lashing her young body. She felt the stuff that had spattered her drying on her flesh. It felt cold and sticky as she spread her thighs wide and wormed her finger deep into her hole.
"Take her arms," Jake ordered.
"No," Lois wailed as they dragged her hands away from her slit. It had felt so good! She didn't want to stop. She glared at them as Simon and Charlie held her arms out like she was being crucified.
"Gotta get into that," Jake snorted, forcing his way between her thighs. His hand was clutching his still-swollen, hungry cock.
"Jesus, Jake!" Stew swore.
"Shut up, you'll get your turn," Jake growled.
"Noooo," Lois moaned.
The huge thing jabbed at her slit, wedged into her. A searing, ripping spasm of pain/pleasure flogged her brain into numbness. Then there was a feeling of fullness.
She felt Jake's penis drive deep into her. She thought she was going to die. Then her weight crashed down on her, and the special spot in her slit that her finger had found was pinched into a mass of pleasure. She was whirled away into the grip of sensations she had never felt before.
Jake pistoned in and out of her, in and out, until she thought she was going to be torn wide open. But it felt so good to have him between her thighs, grinding her clit into a ravaged nubbin of ecstasy. She began whimpering and whining as he pumped in her harder and faster.
Then, suddenly, he drove full depth into her, and his penis twitched and jerked and did strange thing way inside her. She knew he was puffing the same stuff in her that he had showered on her. She jiggled and squirmed and wriggled and heaved as he pound thick juice into her stretched tunnel.
For a minute Jake lay on top of her, panting and exhausted. Then he dragged himself off, and Charlie took his place. Her arms were still being held. By Simon and Stew? It didn't matter who it was. She was helpless was all that mattered. There was nothing she could do. Not that there was anything she wanted to do.
She was jammed full again, full of a mammoth stick of meat. And it was pumping in her, and her cunt was being hammered, and it was frighteningly wonderful. She was rising toward an unknown peak. She felt her insides being pounded and stroked and rubbed and beaten and stirred.
She went, up and up and up and up, as Charlie rammed at her, raped her, then proceeded to fill her with yet another load of cream. She felt his penis leaping and heaving as it spurted in her.
She was beyond struggling now. Charlie finished and pulled out. One of her arms were released, but she did nothing to protect herself as Simon speared her with his jutting shaft. She lay spread on the mattress and let another cock piston in and out of her. It drove her closer and closer to the eruption she had never felt, but sensed existed.
Simon finished quickly. His stuff gutted her until the overflow pressured out and spilled down over her bottom, stained the already-soiled mattress. She was close to her own release point, but not quite there. The tension was unbearable. Then Simon was ripping out of her, leaving her hanging just shy of the explosion that would bring relief.
Stew was there. Shy, fearful, frightened Stew. There, thrusting out from his spine kinks of hair, was what she needed so desperately. But he wasn't going to give it to her!
"Please," she moaned. "Please, Stew."
"I won't, don't worry, I won't," he assured her, misunderstanding her request.
"Do it, Stew," Lois moaned. Pleaded. Begged. "Do it! DO IT!"
"Go on, man, fuck her," Jake urged. "Shit, she's begging for it. If you don't, I will."
With a groan, he sank down on her. Her hips lifted, welcomed his cock. It thrust into her on a slithery cushion of hot goo. He stroked deep into her, so deep she felt him hit bottom, stab impatiently at the end of her tunnel. She was rocketed upward as he pound against her. She reached that high point and went off like a rocket. Everything dissolved in a glittering cloud of sparkles as Stew's big penis flooded her already inundated cunt with cream. She whirled away on a feathery cloud of pleasure and exhaustion. Finally, she had made it.
"Jesus, Baby, suck it."
Grant's gross words brought Clara abruptly back to the present. She focused her eyes just in time to see Lois take Grant's dick into her mouth. Clara's pussy drooled into her panties as she watched Lois take Grant's entire pecker. Then Lois began bobbing her head eagerly.
Suddenly, Wil was dragging Clara's panties down and baring his cock. In seconds, she felt his shaft drive into her depths. She clutched him as he fucked her, right there in front of Grant and Lois! From the sucking, slurping, swallowing sounds, Grant had already cum.
Clara spread her legs wide, drew her knees up, let Wil rape her. For the first time, he was really, really in charge. He was driving deep into her, pounding at her strongly, impatiently. She clawed his back as he rammed into her again and again and again. He drove her toward her flooding peak of pleasure. Then she was over the top and tumbling down the other side.
In moments the quick animal coupling was done and Clara was lying there, panting under Wil. She turned her head. Grant was sprawled on his back. His dick was drained and limp and Lois was sitting on his face. Clara wished she could see what Grant was doing to Lois. Her hips were bucking madly. Loud sucking sounds filled the room.
Then, with a moan, Lois folded over Grant's face, smothered him with her orgasming cunt. Clara sighed and let her eyes close.