It was amazing how good I felt, once Lara and I were in the kitchen bustling about. And I really was pretty good with salads, so I threw myself into the making of that one. She looked over my shoulder every now and then, admired the progress, gave me a little nip on the neck just to remind me she was there, thinking about me. If it hadn't been for that, I might almost have been able to forget that we'd spent the best part of the afternoon in bed together. She was chipper and efficient, a model housewife, and she looked gorgeous in a fresh, expensive silk shirt and slacks combination that really showed off her slender, attractive figure. She might have stepped out of a magazine fashion pictorial.
As for me, Lara had insisted that I pick something from her wardrobe. My first choice, and she agreed enthusiastically, was a cream-colored dress, simple-lined but just a little slinky too. It felt expensive, and it fit almost perfectly, with a couple of exceptions. The hemline was about an inch shorter than I usually wore my dresses and the bodice fit rather tightly, as if should have, since Lara's tits were smaller than mine.
"Can you breathe?" she asked, stroking my boobs. I nodded. "Then it's perfect." Her finger touched the impression of a stiff nipple in the clingy fabric. I was only wearing panties under the dress, since I didn't have a bra and Lara's were too small. "Mmmm," she said, pushing as if my nipple were a button control. "More than perfect. And I know Jack will like it too."
That worried me. Jack, I mean. How could I sit at the table with her husband and talk and chat freely, when I'd spent the afternoon eating and being eaten by his wife? I just knew I'd lose my composure and get flustered and blush all the time. Didn't Lara have any shame at all? Maybe this had happened before. Maybe she had a whole secret daytime life and it had become second nature to her, something she could conceal without effort. For myself, I didn't know if I could handle it, and I was still wondering when Lara lifted her head and said, "There, that's him. Right on time."
She went out to meet her husband and led him into the kitchen. "Darling," she said, "this is Rebecca Lee Butler, a charming young woman I met today. She's had same misfortunes, which we can talk about after dinner, since you might be able to help, but she's a delightful person. I'm sure you're going to like her as much as I do."
"Hello, Rebecca," Jack said, offering his hand.
I don't know what I'd been expecting, but he was a very pleasant man and when he shook my hand and smiled gravely but sincerely, I brightened up all over. He was nice, I thought, and I wondered how Lara could possibly feel the urge to go after women when she had him around. Could he be a dud in the bedroom? He didn't look like one, and she kissed him in front of me, kissed him with shameless passion which he reciprocated totally.
Jack was about five-nine, not awfully tall for a man, but he was the neatest package in his size I'd ever seen. Nicely-tailored suit and vest – he looked like an attorney, which I knew he was. Attractive but not pretty face, hair thinning, a little on top, and a body that struck me as almost perfect, neither muscle-bound nor skinny. He must exercise a lot, I thought. I guess he was in his late thirties. Jack was charming, and he seemed to radiate an aura that rippled onto me and made me feel very good just to be around him. Maybe, I thought, maybe I won't be so flustered and embarrassed after all.
We had dinner, and afterwards we went into the den for coffee. I brought in the tray, set it down on Jack's desk. Lara closed the door and came up slowly behind me, speaking in a soft voice. "Jack, darling," she was saying, "I hope you like Rebecca as much as I do." He was sitting behind his desk, lounging back in his chair, and I saw him nod, just as Lara put her hand on my shoulder. His eyes lifted, focused on mine for a moment, then began to drop very slowly downward, as if he were studying me from head to toe. In a moment I realized that he was, and that his eyes seemed to be spending a lot of time staring at my breasts, which looked fuller, than usual because of the tight bodice of this borrowed dinner dress.
My face began to redden a little, and it was just about that moment when Lara grabbed my arms from behind and pulled me back, till I was bent like a bow, my head resting on her shoulder.
"Hey!" I said. "What are you doing?" She tightened her grip on my arms and I cried.
"Ohhhhhh!" Jack got up from behind the desk and walked around it slowly, still looking me up and down. He put his hands on his hips, pushing back the tails of his coat, and he tilted his head this way and that, sizing me up, you might say.
"Let go," I told Lara in a tight, startled voice.
Her reply was to get a little tighter on me, and her strength was rather surprising. I suppose I'd already had a taste of her physical strength this afternoon, but it was still astonishing because she was such a slender/willowy thing. Maybe she and Jack exercised together.
"Go ahead," Lara invited over my shoulder while I twitched and struggled fitfully in her grasping embrace. "You've been wanting to ever since you got your first look at them. Use the scissors. It's an old dress."
Jack smiled. "You think of everything, don't you, Lara?" He moved some papers on his desk, came up with a pair of silver-plated scissors, big, threatening. He looked at them, then at me, and he came toward me, snapping the blades.
"Wh-What are you…" I stammered, but by the time I got the wards out he was there, in front of me, and I knew what he was going to do.
Jack McMinn took hold of the neck of my borrowed dress and he started to cut it, from neck to navel, with the snapping scissors. Cut it open, I mean, absolutely ruining that lovely dress. The scissor blade tapped against my skin as he made his initial cut, and then he seized the fabric and just ripped it, ripped it open. I gasped and my tits came falling out the tear, which he widened with his tipping hands. Lara tilted my head back, and my boobs lifted. The nipples were hard with fear and – yes, admittedly, a little arousal too. Jack cupped my tits in his hands and began to ply them like a baker molding lumps of dough.
"Oh, God," I said, squirming. It was happening to me again! Was this my destiny? Had Lara been kind to me only so she and Jack could join for a mutual assault on my self-respect, just when I thought I'd found it again? Jack squeezed my tits until the nipples popped out between his clasping fingers. He scissored his knuckles on my tits, pinching till my eyes welled with involuntary tears.
"Fantastic," he said. "But you always did have a good eye, darling."
"Kiss her," Lara commanded, holding my head in place.
"Gladly." Jack leaned in and covered my mouth with his own in a crushing, soul-wrenching kiss. My body jerked internally and externally, and I trashed like a dying fish, but Lara's strong arms and firm body held me upright while Jack continued to ravish my mouth.
His tongue went inside me, crawling, exploring, tickling the interior of my mouth. It was a frisky tongue, and it seemed to take joy in what it was doing. By degrees, my tongue began to respond to his, twitching, flitting about, now eluding his, now joining it. This, I thought, is what French kissing is supposed to be all about! A lot of times in the past I'd done what I thought was soul-kissing, but each moment Jack's tongue worked in me I realized how much I still had to learn about so many things.
He leaned against me, and there was a stirring hardness in his pants, a steely bar of rigid meat that grew bigger and bigger each time he rubbed me. My knees began to weaken and thank God Lara was behind me, holding me up, or I might have collapsed then and there. As it was, I could scarcely breathe, the way he was kissing me, and my nipples were stiffening against his warm, moist hands, stiffening, throbbing.
"Don't you think it's only fair to be as nice to… Jack as you were to me, Rebecca?" Lara whispered into my ear. Her tongue was active in my ear, punctuating her soft-spoken words, and fuzzy auburn hair tickled the side of my face where she touched me. I remembered that hair. There was a curly helmet of it on her head and a wiry bush between her legs. I'd dipped my tongue and nose into her red-furred pussy. I could almost taste it again right now.
But no! That was Jack's saliva mixing with mine, the meaty snakiness of his tongue rolling round in my mouth, the fragrant aroma of his cologne attacking me from the front while Lara brought up the flank and rear. I was being double teamed, and I was just a weak, very weak, young girl, in no condition to resist such an insistent kind of attack. If I even wanted to. Something inside told me I didn't, and I decided to ride with that feeling. Who could it hurt?
We wound up in the bedroom. It was my second visit, that day, and I mentally said "Hi" to the familiar surroundings. My torn, ruined dress was falling off my shoulders by the time we'd climbed the stairs, and it slid completely off as Lara and Jack bustled me into the bedroom. I was still a little shaken by the suddenness of what had started down in the den, but every time I looked down at the giant bulge in Jack's well-fitting pants I got a little less frightened, a little more interested. I stumbled once, and my bare leg brushed his hard-on, and a tingle raced up and down my body.
All I had on were panties, borrowed from Lara, like the dress. The only clothes I had to my name were the muddy sweatshirt and jeans downstairs in the laundry room, waiting to be washed. Mmnmmm, I thought, standing by the bed, I can't even leave till I get my clothes cleaned. Else I'll have to go naked into the world. Nice thought. I stretched, preening myself a little bit more than I needed to. I made my titties jiggle, which they could do quite well by themselves, but it made me feel good, that little heave and bobble on my chest, and I knew that Jack and Lara were both taking it in with approving eyes.
"I knew," Lara said, "as soon as I got a look at her tits that you'd want to meet Rebecca, darling." She was taking off her silk shirt, unbuttoning it with long lazy fingers, stretching put the revelation of her own perfect little breasts. Finally she eased out of the shirt and stood for a long moment, her tits and their hard red nipples on display. My mouth began to water and I touched the nearest tit, my fingers pinching softly at the red erect beacon.
"Oh," I said, blushing, remembering that Jack McMinn was standing there watching. Maybe he didn't know about his wife's fondness for girl-flesh. I peeked over my shoulder, saw his smile of reassurance. How could he not know?
I stooped a little and began to lick Lara's nipple, the way she'd licked mine. Her fingers curled in my hair, as they'd done when she shampooed me in the tub, and it felt just as nice now. My tongue glided across the hard, long teat, and then it seemed to jump into my mouth. I started sucking, uncertain at first if I was doing right. But the tattoo her fingers drummed on my skull told me that I was behaving quite properly, and that was good, because I enjoyed it so much I'd have hated to learn I wasn't sucking a tit the right way.
As I sucked at Lara, something touched my ass. I didn't have to look to know it was Jack's hand. He stroked my butt, heating me through the thin nylon of the panties, and then his hand slipped inside, getting right to the source. His finger was big and solid in my crack, and he stroked me up and down the cleft, till my butt wiggled from side to side and the crotchpiece of my panties was getting soaked from pussy dew as it leaked out my gash.
He got his finger into my cunt just about the time I switched to Lara's other nipple, and every time he tickled my clit, I ground my teeth down on his wife's titty. She groaned and tensed against me, and I groaned too, thrusting my bottom at Jack's finger, and everything seemed to be going just perfectly.
His hand eased out of my pants, and I heard him moving around, but I was too busy kissing and sucking Lara's tits to pay much attention. She cuddled me to her bosom and she was saying, "Yes, Rebecca, keep on, don't stop, mmmmmmm! Do you like my titties, Rebecca? They're small but they're sweet, aren't they?" They were, tasting of cologne and a little talcum, but they didn't need artificial enhancement. The tang of Lara's flesh was enough for me. "Jack likes them too," Lara went on, flexing her arms on my head as she drew me to her. "He likes them, but once in a while he likes to bury his face between a pair of really big boobs. Like yours, darling. Will you let Jack bury his face between your tits? Will you let me bury my face between them again, too?"
"Mmmmmmm-hmmmmmm!" I agreed wholeheartedly, still sucking.
There was more motion behind me, and Jack came up again. He took hold of my panties, slid them down over the swell of my ass, and then he touched me with something thick and hot and bare. It was his cock, and he rubbed it over and over my naked ass, till I was squirming and twitching and anxious to get an to Round Two. I could have suckled Lara all night, but somehow I knew that even better things were in store for me. My luck had finally changed.
I straightened up, kissed Lara on the mouth, then turned to Jack, ready to see what service I could render him.
He stood there, naked, his hard-on thrusting out like a pole from his groin, and his naked body was at least twice as attractive as when he wore clothes. Nothing to excess. That was Jack McMinn. Lean and hard-looking, everything in its proper place, neither too little nor too much anywhere.
Except maybe his rod. It was fat, about seven inches long, just a little big for his lean frame, I thought, but so what? Who cared if his dick was too big? A woman complain about a cock being too large? Jack brought his left hand around, from behind his body. He was holding the handcuffs.
"Oh, my God," I said, shrinking back. Back, against Lara, who caught me, held me the way she had downstairs in the den. "No," I said, trembling in her arms, "not now, please, I don't…"
Jack caught my hand where it flew up in defense, and he snapped the cuff round my wrist with a flourish. He was smiling, and his cock bobbed up and down every time he took a step on the floor. Lara let go of me, and Jack pulled me to him.
"Lara says you turn on with bondage," he murmured, kissing my jawbone all the way back to my ear while I strained and writhed against him. When my hand moved, the steel cuffs slinked, and suddenly I didn't want it to be this way, not again. I knew that given half a chance I could turn an totally, without the need for restraint and force.
"Please…" By that time they were taking me to the bed, easing me down onto the mattress. The sheets had been pulled up and ordered after Lara and I were finished, but Lara pulled them down again and I could see the wine stain on the bottom sheet, where wine had dripped from my face after she'd emptied her glass on me. Jack moved across the bed ahead of me, and once more my hand was fastened to the bedpost. I looked up at the canopy overhead, and I kept saying, "No, we don't have to, please…"
Jack straddled my prone body and he angled his hard rod down, toward my face. "Eat it," he said. "Eat all of it."
It bumped my lips, which treacherously opened, and he thrust into my mouth. The sudden plunge of his dong almost choked me, at first, but I opened my mouth and throat as fully as possible and it didn't seem so uncomfortable, even though I was handcuffed to the bed all over again and not really enjoying it, not this time.
I had one hand free, and I brought it up, circling the fingers around Jack's prick. That way I could control how much of him entered my mouth. I could suck him more slowly, more carefully. And, to be honest, I wasn't very good at eating dick, so I had to be slow and careful.
Jack leaned forward, grasped the headboard. His knees were alongside my head and his prick thrust deeply into my mouth. It seemed to touch the back of my throat and for a moment I felt ready to gag, but I willed myself to forget that and concentrate on sucking him. Oh, damn it, why couldn't I use both hands on him? I wanted to use both hands. I didn't want to be tied down any more. Never again! Never! It had only been an illusion. All I needed was someone to turn me on, the right way, and I could simply throw myself into the fun. Tony and Jerry, for all their force and brutality, had helped me find my sensual being. I suppose I owed them a little bit of gratitude for that.
But Lara had been the one who put it into proportion for me. She was the first person who'd brutalized me gently, knowingly. When it was over I hadn't gone looking for something to bash her with. That seemed very important right now, as I sucked Jack's dick and tried to put my thoughts into the proper order. The strange Rebecca, the person who'd come stealing out of my interior and caught me by surprise – she wasn't a bad person. In fact, I kinda liked her. She could make life a lot of fun if I gave her half a chance. And I think she was in full charge of me now, had been ever since Jack snipped my dress open and started feeling my tits downstairs in the den. Rebecca, I said, welcome! I think I'm gonna like you!
If only I wasn't handcuffed to the Goddamned bed! Handcuffs! Ropes! Electric cords! Strong hands tight around my throat! Voices saying "If you don't do it, I'm gonna kill you!" I didn't need them for an excuse. I could turn on without artificial aids. My hand jerked at the clinking handcuff, stretched it taut between me and the bedpost.
The bed sagged a little and I knew without looking that Lara had joined us, the three of us now, sharing one bed. A soft, warm hand slipped into my crotch. I spread my legs willingly, quickly. A finger tickled my slit, teasing me mercilessly before she decided to knock off the teasing and stick it in, where it belonged!
I moaned "Aaaaaaaaaahhhhhh!" around Jack's rod as Lara's middle finger went up me, as her knuckles ground against the mouth of my cunt. Inside, I was wet and juicy. Maybe I would be permanently wet and juicy in there, from now on. Mmmmmm, I hoped so! It would save so much time.
Jack leaned back, his cock emerging slowly from my mouth I tried to recapture him with snapping lips and flying tongue, but it was a lost cause. My hand squeezed at his base, my fingers stroked his balls, and then he was out of me, sliding back.
He knelt on one side of me, Lara on the other. "Hey," I said, "why don't you unlock this thing? It sorts cramps my style."
"But we like it," Lara purred, caressing one of my tits while Jack toyed with the other. "You're helpless, immobile, a slave to our lusts. It's definitely a turn-on, Rebecca, not only for the one in bondage, but for the ones who own the keys, too, darling. Or didn't you know that? I suppose not. You've only been a victim. Maybe you're fated to be a victim, Rebecca. But it's not so bad, is it, Jack?"
"I don't know," Jack said, flicking his fingertip back and forth across my nipple. "I'm not the victim type."
Lam laughed. "And Rebecca is. Well, I suppose we'd better make the most of her while she's ours." She lifted her leg. "Out of the way, dear. I have some business to conduct with Rebecca's darling mouth." She planted her pussy on my face and slithered down. "Eat me," she commanded, "as sweetly as you ate me this afternoon, if you don't mind."
Her pussy lips flared outward as they pressed down onto my mouth and I had no choice but to run my tongue up into Lara McMinn. The taste that flowed into my lips as I speared into her cunt was almost worth the agony at my handcuffed wrist. She was wet and fluid inside, tangy with the musky secretions of a woman in heat. I lapped and drank her juices with a growing passion that almost made me forget the humiliation she and Jack were intent on putting me through, whether I wanted it or not.
I brought my free hand up, stroked her lovely body. It was warm and moist, and she guided my fingers, bringing them up to her stiff nipples sliding them down to her fuzzy auburn-fleeced crotch so I could tickle her while I nourished myself at her gash. My finger slipped into the upper part of her cleft, found her throbbing clit, began to toy with it. She liked it. I heard her cry out, "Ohhhh yeeesssss…" in a dreamy delighted voice, and her pussy slapped up and down on my face, one-two-three, smearing me with her flowing juices, heating me with the warmth of her burning flesh. My tongue shot into her each time she came down, thrust after her when she lifted up, and I panted in eager anticipation of each fresh slain down onto me. My hand was on her ass now, pinching the hard, muscular buttocks, slapping them now and then in a totally spontaneous gesture. But Lara seemed to enjoy it, because she whined and moaned all the harder and her pussy ground furiously against my eager lips and tongue.
Something was changing between my legs, too. Hands were down there. They couldn't be Lara's hands because hers were on my head. It had to be Jack, and I knew it was, as soon as his thick middle finger worked into my twat. I was almost as juicy as Lara, just from mental excitement, and he worked his way into me, wiggled, played, tickled, and I got wetter and wetter. My legs spread at his command, and the bed sagged in a different way, and it was his face, moving into the battle along with his hands.
I liked that. Very much. Lara's mouth had been the most exciting thing that ever happened to my pussy, this afternoon, but Jack was no slouch in his way. God bless him! He spread me and he started licking, and he licked every inch of my vulva, dipping into my hole now and then as if he wanted to pick up a little of the sweetness overflowing from my depths. His tongue was a hot, wet snake, diving into hot wet cunt, and I writhed and squirmed each time he laid his tongue across me like an electric wire shaved down to the current.
"That's it, Jack," I heard Lara say. "Eat her raw! She loves it. Almost as much as she loves being tied down and forced into it! Suck her for me! Oh, God, darling, can you taste her yet? Is she creaming into your mouth yet? She tastes like oatmeal, with oodles and oodles of milk and sugar. Sweet, tangy, fresh, like a young girl ought to taste. Eat her, Jack, make her come!"
Oh, God, he was doing it! My body rocked upward almost as she was speaking, and I was thrashing and rolling and moaning my delight into Lara's dominant twat. My own cunt was juicing and foaming and exploding in joy. Once again I'd done it, blasted off while I was being forcibly fucked. I could taste the tears rolling down my cheeks, mixing into the juices from Lara's twitching pussy, and it was a bitter taste indeed, for me.