When the phone rang the next afternoon, just after one, Sharon was in the shower. She slipped into her scuffs, wrapped a huge towel around her, and ran out to answer it, thinking it would be Vickie.
But it was her parole officer.
"I'm very unhappy with you, Sharon," she said.
"Very."
"Why, Miss Thornton?" Sharon said.
"We'll discuss that in twenty minutes," Joyce Thornton said. "That's the minimum time it will take you to get here. And that is also the maximum time I will allow you to take."
"But what's wrong?"
"Twenty minutes, Sharon. I'm at my home. See that you are too, in twenty minutes." She hung up.
When Sharon knocked at the door of the big stucco-and-clapboard house, she knew she was in for trouble, but she couldn't imagine what it would be. The only thing she could think of was that Joyce Thornton had discovered the cunt juice that had seeped onto her bedroom rug, and drawn the obvious conclusion.
"Late again," Joyce said as she opened the door. "That's twice in a row, Sharon."
"I was in the shower," Sharon said as she stepped into the living room. "I had to dress, and wait for a cab."
Joyce had been standing with one hand behind her back. Now she brought it forward, and the long velvet whip snaked out to lick around Sharon's ankles. Sharon hadn't had time to put on stockings or pantyhouse, and the whip stung her ankles sharply.
Joyce drew herself to her full height, towering over Sharon, her yellow-flecked green eyes cold and mocking. "Get your clothes off," she snapped.
To protest would be futile, Sharon knew. She took off her dress and bra and panties and stood waiting.
"I said I was very unhappy with you," Joyce said. "The truth is, I'm furious with you."
"But what have I done, Miss Thornton?"
"It's what you haven't done. I ordered you to clean that guest room."
"I did."
"You did not. You merely cleaned around the furniture."
"I didn't think you expected me…"
"I expected you to clean that room. All of it." She laughed nastily, and the whip coiled out to wrap around Sharon's thighs. "You're strong enough to move that furniture aside. Why didn't you?"
"I told you. I…"
"Bend over that hassock there."
"What?"
"Can't you hear? Get down on your knees and lean over that hassock!"
"What are you going to do?"
Joyce took a threatening step toward her, raising the whip handle above her head like a club. "On your knees! Do you hear?"
Sharon sank down on her knees and leaned over the hassock.
"You deserve to go back to prison," Joyce said. "But I've decided to give you another chance. This time, your punishment will merely be a whipping. But I warn you, girl, the next time you displease me, I'll put you back behind those bars for two long years. Do you quite understand?"
Sharon said nothing.
The whip stung across her shoulders.
"Do you?" Joyce said.
"Yes," Sharon said, and flinched as the whip cut across her hips.
"Then be thankful your punishment is so mild," Joyce said, bringing the whip across Sharon's hips again in exactly the same place. "I'm going to give you forty lashes. And if I hear a single whimper from you, I'll double them."
As Sharon had once resigned herself to serving her sentence a day at a time, she now resigned herself to enduring her whipping a lash at a time.
They were all, every one of them, on her buttocks. And while the first few merely stung, the next half-dozen or so were harder. She counted them, and by the time she had reached twenty, she was in real pain. And when, finally, the fortieth lash seared its way across her burning hips, she was crying uncontrollably.
Joyce stood over her – gloating, her face flushed with pleasure, slapping the folded whip sharply against her palm, her slitted eyes like dirty green ice.
"You are to be here tomorrow afternoon at two," she said. "You will clean that entire guest room as you ought to have cleaned it yesterday. Do you understand?"
Sharon rose unsteadily, brushing the tears from her eyes. "Yes," she said.
"I won't be here, but you will find the back door open. You are to undress the moment you come in, and stay undressed all the time you are here." She paused. "Need I tell you what will happen if I come home and find you are not undressed?"
"No."
Joyce turned on her heel and started toward the door that opened on the dining room. "See that you don't forget it," she said over her shoulder. "Now put your clothes on and get out of here."
When Vickie came home that evening, Sharon told her nothing at all about the whipping her parole officer had given her. It would have upset the little silver-blonde terribly – and making Vickie unhappy was something Sharon had always been very careful to avoid. Besides, she had recovered from the whipping almost completely. True, her buttocks still smarted a little when she sat down, and the skin was still a trifle pink. But she was no longer in any real discomfort. On the contrary! To her surprise, she found that her mildly stinging hips aroused her sexually in a subtly different way that she had never before enjoyed. She knew now why Vickie had often asked to be spanked, and she regretted never having let Vickie spank her in return. Hereafter, she decided, she'd not only let Vickie spank her, but she'd initiate the spanking herself.
Vickie had seemed strangely excited about something ever since she came in. But when Sharon asked her the reason, she was coy and evasive.
"Put on your sexiest dress," Vickie said, as soon as she finished the martini Sharon had had waiting for her. "I'm taking you out to dinner."
"If by sexiest, you mean the shortest," Sharon said, "I'm wearing it." She raised her arms above her head, knowing the movement would draw the hem of her skirt up above the dark shadow of her delta beneath the sheer pantyhouse. "See?"
Vickie laughed. "That's perfect," she said. "Let's go."
They had two martinis before dinner, and three stingers after it. By the time they got back to the apartment, Sharon was in the best mood she'd been in since she had walked through the gates of the prison.
The moment they stepped into the apartment, the lights came on, and they were greeted with a shrill chorus of "Surprise! Surprise!"
"What in the world!" Sharon said, looking around at the roomful of pretty young girls who stood laughing at her.
"It's your coming-out party, darling," Vickie said happily. "This is the first night all the girls could be here."
"Well, aren't you the tricky one," Sharon said, laughing. "So that's why you took me out to dinner."
All the girls were crowding around her now, kissing her, laughing, making bright little jokes about Sharon's sex life in prison.
Sharon was deeply touched. None of her friends had phoned or come to see her, and she had been sure they thought she was guilty and wanted nothing to do with her. It had hurt her terribly, even though she had been unable to blame them, and she had resigned herself to the fact that only Vickie thought she was innocent.
And yet, here they were! All her closest girlfriends, welcoming her back among them, every one of them obviously as glad to see her as she was to see them. It was almost too much for her, and she felt a tear start down her cheek.
"Don't you dare cry!" Vickie said, and kissed the tear away. "Aren't you happy?"
"I've never been so happy," Sharon said, sniffling.
Besides Vickie and herself, there were seven girls in the room, including Neva and Nina Garren, who were identical twins. Most of them were photographer's models, like Vickie and Sharon, and all of them were breathtakingly beautiful. Jill and Leda and Gayle were blondes. Mimi and Adele were vivid brunettes. The twins, Neva and Nina, were redheads with tilted, gray-green eyes.
All the girls had brought gifts, and there was a general clamor for Sharon to open them at once. The gift-wrapped boxes covered the coffee table, and from their number Sharon knew that some of the girls must have brought two or even three.
"Open that one with the butterfly paper first, Sharon," Jill said.
"Is that what I think it is?" Leda said.
"It sure is," Jill said.
"You mean you actually got that for her?" Leda said.
"To be honest, no," Jill said. "I got it for all of us."
Sharon laughed. "What is it?" she said.
"Open it and find out," Jill said. "And then use some of it right away. It'll set the mood for the party like nothing else."
Sharon stripped the wrapping from what – until she read the label – appeared to be just another aerosol spray can. "Oh, my!" she said.
"What is it?" Mimi asked, moving close.
"Essence of Pussy," Sharon said.
Everybody laughed.
"Well, what are you waiting for?" Adele said. "Spray it around."
Sharon held the can aloft and pressed the plunger, directing the misty spray toward the ceiling.
"Oh, boy!" Mimi said. "You weren't kidding!"
"It's the genuine article, all right," Leda said, closing her eyes and inhaling deeply. "Whose pussy is that, Jill? It isn't yours, I know."
Jill laughed. "I only wish I knew," she said. "I'm going back tomorrow and buy myself a case of it." She smiled at Sharon. "The clerk in the sex store told me it was the latest scent in room fresheners."
"It's heavenly," Sharon said. "Thank you, Jill."
"Open that little flat one, Sharon," Neva said. She and her twin stood with their arms about each other. They were lovers who liked other girls, but who never had anything to do sexually with anyone but themselves. Now they stood in such a way that each could casually fondle the other's breast.
Sharon took out a small flat metal box with a picture of three mounted Cossacks on the cover. She opened it, then frowned at the contents perplexedly. "What's this?" she asked.
"Russian Cockroach," Neva said.
"What?" Sharon said.
"It's just like Spanish Fly," Nina said. "Only more potent."
"Are you serious?" Sharon said. "I never heard of such a thing."
"She's just joking," Gayle said, laughing. "Russian Cockroach, indeed!"
"I'm not joking," Nina said, kneading her twin's breast. "You just put a few flakes of that on your tongue, honey. You'll find out."
"Now that big flat box," Leda said.
"This one?" Sharon said.
"Yes."
The box contained two dozen assorted French ticklers.
"Good Lord!" Gayle said. "What's she going to do with those, Leda?"
"Well, they're not for her men friends," Leda said. "Or her finger, either. They're to put on dildoes or vibrators. I buy a box every month, just like clockwork."
"Do you have a vibrator, Sharon?" Gayle asked.
"Not any more," Sharon said.
"Well, you have now," Gayle said. "Open that one with the little phallic figures on it."
Sharon opened the box and held the vibrator up for the other girls to admire. "Giving me such a big one isn't very flattering to me, Gayle," she laughed.
"I just know you to be a very adaptable girl, that's all," Gayle said. "I'm sure you'll be able to rise above it or around it or something."
"If she can't, I'll help her," Vickie said.
"No doubt," Gayle said. "If you can ever take your tongue out of it long enough."
"Now mine," Nina said, swaying back and forth in the embrace of her twin. "The round one."
The lacquered tin box contained an assortment of body flavors.
Sharon smiled. "Vickie's always after me to use some of this," she said. "Thank you, Nina."
"It's the nicest Neva and I have ever come across," Nina said. "Isn't it, Neva?"
"Yes," Neva said. "By far."
"My favorite's the banana," Nina said.
"Banana?" Leda said. "Banana, Nina? You've got to be kidding!"
"Don't knock it till you try it," Nina said.
"My favorite's the licorice," Neva said.
"Licorice!" Leda said incredulously. "Good Lord!"
"Of course, there are all the usual flavors," Nina said. "Raspberry and strawberry and peach and – well, just about everything."
"What?" Leda said. "No peanut butter?" Everybody laughed.
Sharon opened the other gifts, saving the biggest one for last because she suspected from the imaginative wrapping and bow that it was Vickie's. They were the more usual things – cosmetics, lingerie, perfume, imported soap in the shape of breasts and buttocks, and so on.
When she opened the big box and lifted out the object inside it, all the girls began to laugh hysterically.
"Now I've seen everything," Mimi said. "There's nothing more to live for."
It was a double dildo, with two shafts bent in the form of a horseshoe, one inside of and about two inches from the other. The inner horseshoe was three times thicker than the outer. Both ends of both shafts were equipped with detailed heads, complete with eye; and again, the head on the inner bow was much larger than the one on the outer.
"Is this yours, Vickie?" Sharon asked, turning the fantastic dildo around and around, studying it from different angles.
Vickie laughed. "Who else?" she said. "You know how I am, Sharon. I just can't resist gimmicky things like that."
"Well," Sharon said, "perhaps you'll tell me just how a girl is supposed…"
"Not a girl," Vickie said, reaching out for the dildo. "Two girls. You can lie side by side, or one on top of the other, or even stand up. It doesn't matter."
"Listen to the expert," Leda said, "Since when did you get interested in dildoes, Vickie?"
Vickie laughed. "It was just so cute I couldn't help buying it," she said. She raised her skirt with one hand and put one end of the dildo between her legs with the other, pressing both of the heads firmly against her panties. "You see? You put the big knob in your pussy and the little one in your anus. The thing's bent in a bow like this so the other girl can do the same thing with the other two knobs."
"Nice," Neva said, hugging her twin. "We've got to get one of those, Nina."
"Tomorrow morning," Nina said. "As soon as the sex store opens."
"And the best part of it is," Vickie said, "you don't have to hold on to it to keep it in. You can flop around all over the bed, fucking and rimming each other like crazy, and still have your hands free to grab a tit if you feel like it."
"I can see where something like that might catch on," Adele said. "I really can."
"Oh, Nina!" Neva said. "Won't we have fun with ours?"
"Will we ever!" Nina said.
"I made some brownies," Vickie said, putting the dildo back in its box. "Just a second and I'll get them."
"Brownies?" Jill said as Vickie ran out to the kitchen. "Did she say brownies?"
"Well, you know how blondes are," Adele said, smiling, glancing pointedly at Jill's bright golden hair. "You just never know what to expect."
Jill laughed. "But brownies?" she said. She shook her head. "Even Vickie wouldn't make brownies."
Vickie came back with a tray and put it on the coffee table. "Everybody help themselves. There's just one apiece, so don't go begging for seconds."
All the girls took one, and there was a moment of silence while they sampled them.
Then, "Vickie!" Gayle exclaimed. "This tastes like pussy!"
Vickie smiled proudly. "Of course it does," she said. "Do you like it?"
"Yes," Gayle said, taking another bite. "Did you get the flavoring at the sex store?"
"Certainly not," Vickie said, pretending to be affronted. "I got it straight from between my legs."
"Are you serious?" Leda said. "How'd you ever get enough?"
"With me, it's no problem," Vickie said modestly. "It took me only about ten minutes." She paused. "Of course, I was really trying."
All the girls laughed, and finished their brownies.
"And now it's time for the main event," Vickie said. "All right, girls – everybody in the bedroom!"
"Now what?" Sharon said.
"Can't you guess?" Vickie said, grabbing her by the hand and tugging her toward the bedroom door. "Haven't you noticed how positively famished everyone looks?"
In the bedroom, Vickie grasped the hem of her dress and drew it over her head in one quick, fluid motion. "Last one naked's a nasty old bull-dyke," she said.
"You want me nude too, I suppose," Sharon said.
"You, especially," Vickie said, peeling down her pantyhose. "You're the main course, you know."
"Oh," Sharon said, smiling as she lifted her skirt. "Well, in that case…"
When everyone was naked, Sharon glanced about her, thinking to herself that she had never before seen so many flawlessly beautiful bodies at one time – so many perfect upthrust breasts, so many delectable blond and brown and black and auburn pussies, so many mouth-watering little pink slits, all beginning to glisten with juice at the same time.
"Now on the bed, Sharon," Vickie said. "Spread-eagled on your back."
Sharon lay down in the center of the huge round bed, stretched her arms out behind her head, and spread her legs.
"All right, girls," Vickie said. "She's all yours!"
Sharon was suddenly surrounded by girls; the bed was covered with them, all of them sucking her body at the same time. Jill and Leda had each laid claim to a leg, and they were now sucking her toes. Gayle and Mimi had chosen her arms, and they were both licking her fingers and the palms of her hands. Vickie and Adele were at either side of her, licking the swelling outer curves of her breasts.
Neva and Nina – since they were interested only in each other – had assumed a sixty-nine position and were already licking each other's slits.
Sharon closed her eyes, breathing in the perfume from nine excited pussies, feeling the thrill of being licked by six eager tongues, aware that her nipples and cunt were juicing almost as much as they did when she was cuming.
From sucking her toes, Jill and Leda moved up to her ankles, then began bathing her calves, moving slowly up toward her knees. Meanwhile, Gayle and Mimi had worked their way up to her armpits and were nibbling and sucking the tender skin there. Vickie and Adele were licking her breasts in narrowing circles, moving ever closer to the erect nipples.
Sharon tried to lie completely still, but it was impossible. So many hungry mouths on her body at the same time was almost more than she could cope with.
Jill and Leda were kissing her thighs now, and the aroma of the nine pussies was growing stronger by the second. Vickie and Adele, moving in concert, each took a nipple and began to suck. Gayle and Mimi, having finished with her armpits, were taking turns sucking her tongue.
Sharon, unable to refrain any longer, put one hand between Vickie's legs, the other between Adele's, and worked her forefingers into their slits.
Jill and Leda reached the tops of Sharon's thighs at the same time.
"I get to suck her first," Jill said. "I've known her longer than you have."
"All right," Leda said. "But not too long. I want some of that too, you know."
Vickie took her mouth from Sharon's nipple for a moment. "Roll your hips over a little to one side, Sharon," she said. "Then Leda can suck your ass at the same time Jill sucks your cunt."
"Is that far enough?" Sharon said.
"Yes," Leda said, and buried her face between the firm globes of Sharon's ass.
From that point on, Sharon began to lose track of exactly who was doing just what to her. She lay with her eyes shut tight, feeling hot, wet mouths sliding over her entire body, educated little tongues probing every orifice. A cunt would be lowered over her face, and she would suck it for a few minutes, only to have it replaced by another cunt with a slightly different fragrance and taste.
When she began to cum, it was Vickie's familiar juice that was pouring into mouth – but whose tongue was in her cunt, whose lips on her asshole, whose mouths on her nipples, she could not have said. It was as if she were in another world, a world in which there was nothing but sucking mouths and spearing tongues and the intoxicating scent of juicing pussies.
She came, and kept on cuming, until she felt as if her whole being were being sucked out through her cunt. And even before her first incredible orgasm had run its heavenly course, an even more powerful orgasm burst inside her, and she cried out in a delirium of joy as still a third orgasm built and burst in her pussy with such force that she heard herself cry out again and again with the soul-wrenching ecstasy of an experience that transcended even her wildest imaginings.
The knowledge that they had made Sharon cum so often and so violently triggered the other girls, and there were gasps and cries and sighs as they, too, all began to cum.
But their orgasms did not deter them for one moment from continuing to suck Sharon's nipples and cunt and anus; rather, they were spurred on to even greater efforts. They seemed to be vying among themselves to give Sharon the greatest pleasure – to suck half of her breasts into their mouths, to fill her cunt with tongue, to force stiff hot meat up her asshole in deep, frenzied thrusts, to mash pulsing, streaming labia against her face until she almost swooned from the glorious scent that filled her nostrils and had to swallow constantly to keep up with the flood of steaming nectar that poured into her welcoming mouth.
And still they sucked her.
They sucked until she lay helpless, too exhausted to move or speak, in the throes of a final, shattering orgasm of such mind-bending, cunt-wrenching violence that it at last sent her floating away into the warm, dark void of unconsciousness.