Lam pressed down three or four times more, while Jack continued to finger and suck my creaming snatch, and then her pussy lifted up, high, higher than I could reach with my mouth. I pulled at her with my hands but she was bent on getting off me, and I couldn't stop her. "Come back," I moaned. I was losing Lara's pussy just when it promised to spill a river of jism into my mouth.
She went onto her knees beside me. I looked up at her, those stiff red nipples shining with sweat, and I looked down at Jack, who was busy gobbling my gash.
"I don't know what's happening to me," I sobbed, "and I don't even know if I like it. Is there anything wrong with me? Is there anything really wrong with me?"
"Of course not," Lara said, wiping off some of the perspiration that had bubbled up on my forehead. I could have done it, with my free hand, but I enjoyed the feel of her hands on me, touching me, anywhere they wanted to touch. She said, "Jack," and her husband raised his head. "I think you can unlock the handcuffs now."
He smiled. "I agree."
While he was getting the key, Lara sat down beside me. She lifted my head, let it rest on her lap. I could smell her aroused pussy and it made me all the more eager to be at her again. But this time I wanted to do it willingly, without restraints, because I wanted to do it. Oh, God, I wanted to!
"Look here," she said, and I looked at the bedpost. There were a lot of scratches in the dark mahogany finish. "You didn't do it," she went on, seeing my look of concern. "Oh, darling, do you think you're the first person who's ever been handcuffed to the bed? Why in the name of God do you think we even keep the things around? To lock up housebreakers and other criminals we meet in our daily rounds and make citizens' arrests?"
My eyes were big. "You mean you…"
"Now and then," she agreed. "It's an amusing diversion. But, Rebecca, it's only a diversion. A game. With understood rules and regulations. You thought you were turning on when people used force on you, but that wasn't it. There's a sensual woman in you, waiting to be released, and I think you've tried to keep her under wraps for too long. When you had a chance, she came out, in a big way. Rebecca, the important thing is the union, the union of two – or more, if you feel like it – bodies in the act of love. If sometimes you make the progression via some clever, 'kink' games and toys, well it just adds a little more spice. Do you see what I'm getting at?"
"I think so," I said slowly, just as Jack unfastened the cuff from around my wrist. "It's just means to an end."
"Right. Something to add a little spice, like I said. It's called bondage-domination and it's one of the sweeter fantasy games, if you play it according to the rules. You're helpless, totally at the mercy of someone else, and that someone is free to do whatever he or she wishes with you. If only you could have known how I felt, forcing you, riding your body as if you were a horse and I the jockey – oh, God, Rebecca, there's nothing like it! Almost nothing. Except for the sweet give and take of a man and woman, both in full control of their own bodies, rocking together with no restraints of any kind, letting their spirits soar while they plunge, locked, to a blinding orgasm. It's sex, Rebecca, and there's nothing at all like it, anywhere, anyplace! If you really turned on from being a victim, you'd be a pathetic pervert! And you're not! You're a whole woman, and you deserve to know, to feel…"
"Show me," I implored, sitting up. "Show me."
"We'll show you," Jack promised, coming around the foot of the bed and sitting on my other side. His cock was sticking up and I reached for it impulsively. It throbbed in my fist and it was hot and oh, God, so fucking stiff! He moved around quickly as I drew myself into his lap and started to suck his rigid tool.
I didn't know much about cocksucking, but I was learning fast. My head moved up and down swiftly, his cock plunging into my mouth and out again, and I was taking him deeper than I'd ever thought it possible for a woman to suck a man's tool. He was giving off little dribbles of cum. I could taste them, and they were delicious. I wanted him to squirt his sweet seed into my mouth, to pour it out my ears, but I also wanted him to fill my pussy with his juice, and to spray it all over my trembling, throbbing body. I wanted Lara to have her fair share, too. I guess I wanted everything!
Lara went up, kissed her husband's mouth while I ate his rod. "You taste like Becky," I heard her say, and it never even occurred to me to tell her that I didn't like to be called Becky. The way she spoke the name, I liked it very much. I kept on sucking, and then her head was down beside mine, nudging me to the side.
I lifted my mouth from Jack. "Do you want some too?" I asked with a shy giggle. She nodded and smiled, and I moved out of the way. Lara aimed Jack's dick upward and she plunged her mouth down over it, sucking him all the way. Her lips were kissing his balls and pubic hairs. I watched in admiration. "She's good," I told Jack. He nodded proudly. "Do you think I can ever be that good?"
"I think you can learn," he said. "You seem to have the basic talent. C'mere."
I rose up onto my knees and he kissed me, first on my mouth, then on the tits. He sucked my nipples savagely, and I loved it, the sharpness of his teeth biting into me, the sweet consoling licks and laps of his gentle tongue, soothing away the hurt. He sucked harder, pulling the ends of my tits into his mouth; and when he wasn't sucking, biting, or kissing, he had his face between my boobs, squashing the fat, tingly mounds around his head. He enjoyed burying his face between a set of full-sized tits, I thought proudly. I could give him that. Lara could give him a full-throat blowjob, but I could give him the tits.
"Mmmm," I said, pulling back, "what can you give me, big stuff?"
Lara lifted her head. "She had to ask, didn't she?" I heard her say. "Why don't you show her?"
Jack slid off the bed. I sat watching his hard-on, waiting for whatever was going to come next. Lara stretched out on the bed, her little breasts heaving, the nipples a mile long and red as fire. "Lie down here," she said, patting the space beside her. I stretched out too, my legs hanging over the side of the bed. "Lie across me," she said, pulling my leg. I slid the lower part of my body across Lara's, and I looked down. When I spread my legs widely, I could see her reddish pussy hair down there, just below my own dark black fuzz. It was a pretty, two-tone effect.
"This is fun," she added. "Ready when you are."
"Ready, willing, and able," Jack grinned. He spread my legs to their widest, moved in with his cock sticking out, and then he plunged that thing up me, in one fast, stabbing insertion that took him all the way to the mouth of my womb.
"Aaaaahhhhhhh Godddddd!" I yelled, bucking up with my belly as he entered me hard and fast and strong.
He gripped my thighs, worked them up and down as he fucked me, and Lara's belly and hips were twitchy and active under me. I felt cream oozing in my cunt, and each thrust of Jack's dick sent spasms of pleasure rippling through my whole body. I moaned and wailed and tried to wrap my legs around him, but it was no go. I wanted to clutch him in my thighs, and I tried to, but you know, I think the resistance of his hands, holding my legs, commanding them so to speak, was even more delightful. All I really know is that he fucked me like a hurricane, and his cock bit places I hadn't known existed inside Rebecca Lee Butler until he fucked them.
His cock eased out of me. "NO!!" I yelled, unwilling to lose that jackhammer action.
"Yes," Lara said insistently. My face was only inches from hers. She turned my head and began to kiss me on the mouth. Her hands found my breasts, started to play with them actively. I sighed and shivered and my nipples were like burning coals, scorching the ends of my tits. I heard Lara groan into my mouth and I knew that Jack had stuffed his cock up her pussy, that we were to be fucked in tandem, the two of us. Well, I thought, it seems okay.
But when you're as hot as I was, it was an eternity till Jack's stiff prick found its way up my cunt once again. I was parched with the want of him, but as soon as he plunged into me, I found that my pussy was capable of endless rejuicing and flooding. He went deep again, and I moaned into Lara's leech-like mouth. I didn't, know which I enjoyed most – kissing her, being felt by her knowing hands, or being fucked by her husband. Oh, Jesus! His cock seemed, to ram all the way to the bottom of my throat!
He fucked us that way, first her, then me, for what seemed hours. It may have been. I wasn't watching the clock.
Lara burst into a come under me, and it was so captivating to feel her body erupt beneath mine that I almost exploded too. But I didn't. I couldn't. Not till that hard cock had gone up me once again, stimulated me the way it had stimulated Lara.
He fucked into her till her body went limp and quiet, and then it was my turn again. I slid off Lara, moved back on the bed, "Let's do it right," I sighed, "like a man and a woman who really dig being with each other. Do you dig being with me, Jack?"
"You're Goddamned right I do," he husked, his cock red and raw-looking from its heavy workout. He grasped my thighs, stroked them up and down, massaged me till I was heaving and tingling with sexual desire. I reached down, fingered my pussy. I was greasy and slick, and my finger stabbed up my hole with nothing to stop its progress.
"You could be doing that," I said wistfully. "You should be doing that."
"I'm going to be doing that," he said, getting onto the bed. I opened my legs widely, and I flicked my clit to show him it was stiff and ready to be brought to orgasm. The lips of my cunt were coated in juices, mine and some of his. Mostly mine. Thank God he hadn't shot off yet. It was gonna be mine, his cum, and I craved it with every fiber of my being. I reached up for him and said, "Do it now, Jack, don't make me wait! Do it nowwwwwwwww!"
He came down upon me, hard and heavy, reaching down to get his cock into position. I strained upward with my wet, itching pussy, and we locked together. He stuffed his meat into me and my cunt glued shut, tightly, around it.
"Fuck me!" I said. "I don't have to be tied up to be fucked."
"But it can be fun," he pointed out.
"Yes, it can be," I agreed, rocking under him. "But there are other ways."
And I was finding out, fast, about those other ways. His cock was hard as steel inside me, rasping the lips of my cunt as it slammed in and out. His groin came down hard against me and he wiggled his loins when we were touching, letting me feel the jiggle of his heavy set of balls in the crack of my ass. I loved it. God, I loved it all! I wasn't the same Rebecca any longer, not the same Rebecca who'd gotten out of my bed yesterday morning.
Reckardsville! It was a zillion trillion miles away by now; I had nothing back there, nothing at all. My mother was dead, my poor mother, and I wouldn't even be home for her funeral. But I'd already said goodbye, and there was nothing more I could do. Not for her. I had me to look out for now, and I was a new person, a person born in degradation and humiliation but come through it all smelling like a rose.
No, smelling like a wet, horny pussy! The aroma of my juicing cunt flooded the bedroom, filled my nostrils. A hundred years from now, I thought, if this house is still standing in a hundred years, anyone who walks into this bedroom will sniff and say, "Rebecca Lee Butler was fucked here. Fucked till she came like a river, till she came like an earthquake, till she came like a hot, hungry woman who'd finally found herself."
What did I care what happened a hundred years from now? I didn't plan on living forever. When I died, they'd look at me and say, "She lived it all, baby, to the fullest." Just like I was living it now. Jack's cock ramming in and out of my sucking twat, his body rocking atop mine.
And that wasn't all! A hand streaked lightly across my face. Fingers caressed my eyelids, my nostrils, my lips, my ears. It was Lara, recovered from her own orgasm, come to add extra delight to mine. I loved her. Even more, much more, than I loved Jack, than I loved life itself. She'd created me, almost by herself, and I could never repay her for it. Never. But I'd try.
"Are you ready again?" Jack panted.
"Mmmm-hmmmm," Lara purred. Her husband leaned back a little, his cock not letting up a stroke in its exploration of my deranged pussy, and Lara leaned in to me. Her lips came to rest on mine and I kissed her angrily, though I had little enough breath to spare right then, obsessed as I was with the coming explosion in my twat. The tightness in my chest and lower belly predicted that explosion a lot better than they're able to predict the weather.
Lam kissed me, and all the while Jack kept fucking. In, out, in, out – I got a dozen strokes in ten seconds, and the effect was too much. My body lifted, and my legs tied around him in a knot that I hoped would never come loose, and he fucked his way into my churning pussy, fucked till my head reeled and my senses were upside down and my body was a live, throbbing mass of response, response torn from the pit of my being.
Lara's mouth was on mine all through that orgasm, and I don't think I could have endured it without her comfort and assurance so close by. Did that mean I was turning into a lesbian? I didn't think so, not the way I was coming under Jack. But in the future, when I thought about sex and the delights thereof, I wouldn't be thinking entirely in terms of having sex with men. At the right time, and maybe anytime could be the right time, you could do fantastic things with another woman, if both of you felt the same way about each other I didn't know where I'd be tomorrow, but I hoped that I wouldn't be far from somebody like Lara McMinn.
Lara raised her face from mine. "Do you still have it?" she asked breathlessly. "Are you still hard? Have you come yet?"
"Not yet," Jack panted, struggling with the lover's knot of my legs. "But in – another – minute…"
"Up here," Lara said, as I thrashed and churned. "Up here. Let me taste it. Let Becky taste it. Hurry!"
She slid her hand across my thighs and they parted, allowing Jack to break loose. He came up fast, straddling my exultant body. My eyes were mostly out of focus, but I couldn't very easily miss the presence of his sweet big cock inches above my head. I jerked my face up, tongue already out, desiring, hungry.
Lara got him first. She plummeted her mouth down over his straining rod and I heard the gulping, greedy noises of her lips at work.
"Let me," I moaned, "oh, God, Jesus, let meeeee!"
She unmouthed him, turned his cock downward. I lunged up, caught him in my lips, nibbled him up and down like an ear of corn. My mouth fitted over the end of him and I took him deep, oh, God, so deep! I don't know how I kept from choking on his thick, throbbing rod, but I didn't choke, I didn't gag, I didn't cough and sputter. I sucked, like a pro, like an angel, like a wet dream. I knew I was doing a good job. My mind and my body told me, and so did the strokes of Jack's hands on my bobbing head.
"Both at once," I heard Lara say, and I slid back a little. Jack's cock eased out of my mouth, and I could see more clearly now. He was red, covered in wet shiny juices, and I realized that when I had him in my mouth I was tasting my own pussy flavors on his length. Oh, God, no wonder I loved it so much!
Lam started licking one side of her husband's rod and my tongue got busy on the other side. Occasionally our lips met at his red, swollen knobby peak, and that was sweet too. My tongue dove into her mouth and she sucked it the way she'd sucked Jack's big cock, and I did the same for her. But our first duty was to the penis that had brought us such soul-stirring pleasure, in our turns, and we soon got busy on Jack's dick, forgetting for the moment our craving for one another.
But only for the moment. I wanted to do it with her again, to eat and be eaten, and this time without those damned silly handcuffs and leg bands. Stiff – they were fun, if you knew how to appreciate them, and I didn't think I'd eliminate them completely from my future sex life. Could be fun, I reminded myself. Could be a lot of fun.
But not now. Now I wanted only to steep myself in the joys of free, willing, unrestrained sex, the best kind of all. Time enough to try the kinks again when I'd gotten my fill of this – if I ever got my fill. God, I didn't think that was possible! I had a whole life ahead of me. And I'd use it. Oh, Jesus, I would use it, the why it was meant to be used! This was only a beginning, me and Lara and Jack. There would be more, so much much more in the future, and I could hardly wait to sample it.
"Here it comes!" Lara shouted exuberantly, and she aimed Jack's cock down, down at my face. My eyes bugged out in anticipation, and then it was coming – he was coming, his thick, hot, sticky sperm gushing all over my face! Pints and pints of it, spurting from the end of his cock and spraying into my face! I closed my eyes and basked in the hot thick flow, turning my face this way and that so he could drench me in his love gift, so I could soak it into my pores, absorb it into the very pit of my soul!
I didn't really have a chance. Lara's face was close to mine. I had my eyes closed, and I couldn't really see, but I think she received a few bunts of his ejaculation in her own face. I hope so, because she deserved all the nice things in life, if only for the assistance and comfort she'd given me when I needed it so badly.
Anyway, I felt her tongue start to glide across my skin. She was licking up Jack's cum, drinking it from my face. Her cheeks puffed as she stored the jism in them, and then her mouth clamped down on mine and she spilled it all, back into my mouth, and I drank Jack McMinn's jism, if only second – hand.
It was tasty and tangy, and my body thrilled with delight as the gooey cum oozed down my throat. Once, I thought, I'd been afraid of getting this stuff in my mouth. Not now, I told myself. Oh, God, not now! It's delicious! Absofuckinglutely delicious! Why was I frightened of it? Why did I hesitate? Why didn't I start eating cock when I was ten years old, instead of waiting? Oh, hell, I'd make up for the lost time! This was only the beginning of my life, the life that really counted. I gulped, sucking down a big juicy lump of cum, and Lara's lips went soft and relaxed against mine.
Jack's cock had stopped creaming, and my body was slowing down from its mad orgasmic rush.
We lay in a pile of bodies, our, legs and hands touching, but not active. Not yet. You had to rest sometime, especially after a three-way come like that one. I hoped that you didn't have to rest too long, though. The longing was starting to build in my crotch and I could feel my nipples beginning to tense and stiffen with desire once again.
"Ah, Jesus," Lara sighed, stretching. "Why can't it be like this all the time? Why?" She sat up suddenly. "Why can't it? Not forever, maybe, but for a while at least?"
"Mmm?" I asked sleepily, touching my tits.
"Sure," Jack said. "There's no use breaking up a winning combination, which this definitely is."
"Absolutely," Lara agreed. "Rebecca, if I understand things correctly, your mother is dead and you don't have any living relatives except your stepfather?" I nodded. "Well, my God," she went on, "it seems the easiest thing in the world, then. Jack – first thing in the morning, why don't you get on the telephone and call the attorney for Athens County, Ohio, and tell him that we have Rebecca Lee Butler and we'd like to keep her for a while."
"Athens County, Ohio?" Jack mused. "Wait a minute. Isn't Tom Dunham the county prosecutor there?" I nodded. I thought that was the right name. "Well, hell, he and I were in law school at Indiana together! If you'd told me where you were from, I'd have called him already. Tell me, Rebecca," he went on, turning to me, "would you be interested in staying with us till you were eighteen or so? I am almost positive I could get us appointed guardians for you, given the situation in your home."
"What would I have to do?" I asked, giggling a little.
"Well, it wouldn't be a bed of roses," Lara McMinn said firmly. "You'd have to help me with the housework, which is the one thing I absolutely hate to do. And you'd have to make salads."
"I don't do windows," I put in.
Lara smiled. "Neither do I," she grinned. "Well! It looks as if we may have ourselves an adopted daughter, John Anthony McMinn. What do you think of that?"
"Sounds very pleasant," he said, looking at me with unconcealed lust in his eyes.
"Mmmmmmm," I demurred, "I think we're getting very close to incest, aren't we?"
"Not nearly close enough," Lara and Jack both said at the same time. They piled onto me at once, the two of them, and Jack was starting to stiffen. I could smell the pleasant fragrance of Lara's juicing twat and as I broke up into giggles and squeals under them, I found myself eagerly anticipating the days and weeks ahead. Maybe, I thought, maybe we'd even get the handcuffs out again. The handcuffs and that cunty leather thong Lara had tied around my ankle. I didn't need the things now, but she was right. They did add a little spice to sexual matters.
I could dig being tied up and made forcible love to, if it was done by people as kinky/nice as Jack and Lara, and if I was as willing to have it done to me as they were to do it. What the hell? Now that I knew who I was, what I was, I could take it. And love it. Like I loved everything else.
Mmmmm, I'd left home late last night, a scared and frightened runaway teenage girl. And today I was a woman, sure of herself, about two breaths from entering onto my first mature, defined relationship. I like happy endings, and I was pretty satisfied with this one.