The next morning, the telephone began to shrill at a few minutes past five. Sharon sat up in bed with a start, her heart hammering, thinking for a moment she was listening to the wake-up bell at the prison. Then her hand brushed Vickie's breast, and she realized where she was.
"Oh, God," Vickie said sleepily. "Now who could that be?"
"I'll see," Sharon said.
It was Joyce Thornton. "Good morning, Sharon," the parole officer said. "I certainly hope I didn't awaken you."
Sharon tried to keep the irritation she felt from showing in her voice. "What is it, Miss Thornton?" she said.
"I have a delightful surprise for you this morning, Sharon. You're going to a party."
"Party?"
"Yes, and a very special one. These are very wealthy and influential people – as you'll discover when you get there." She paused. "They're expecting you within the hour."
"You mean I'm to go to a party now? It's five o'clock in the morning, Miss Thornton."
"So it is. However, I've only just learned that your presence is desired. I sometimes supply, shall we say, extra girls for such affairs."
"I don't understand."
Joyce's voice hardened. "Well, understand this, Sharon. You're to use your special talents in any way that may be required. You're to do whatever is asked of you, and do it at once, without the slightest hesitation or protest. And I mean anything at all, Sharon, no matter what it is or with whom. Do I make myself entirely clear, Sharon?"
"Yes."
"When you arrive, you are to say simply that your name is Sharon and that you are expected. Nothing more. Not a word about my sending you, and no references to me of any kind whatever. Do you understand?"
"Yes."
"You're to dress your prettiest. But you're to wear no underclothing. Just a very short dress and stockings and shoes. Not another stitch. Personally, I abhor the idea, as you know. But in this case I am not the one you must please." She paused. "And I must warn you, Sharon. If you fail to please in even the smallest way, I will hear of it immediately. You know what that will mean, don't you?"
"Yes."
"Very good. Now, one further warning. You are never to breathe a word about this party. Never. If you do…" She laughed shortly. "Well, need I spell it out for you?"
"No."
"All right. And now about this afternoon. Don't forget that you're to be at my home at two. I want that guest room cleaned the way it should have been in the first place. I won't forgive a second shoddy job, Sharon. And Sharon?"
"Yes?"
"Don't forget you are to do your work in the nude. I would be very much distressed if I were to come home and find you otherwise. Is that clear?"
"Whatever you say, Miss Thornton."
"The party's at 6433 Courtland. And remember – you're to be there within the hour." She hung up.
The house where the cab driver let Sharon out was in the city's most exclusive residential area – a huge fieldstone mansion set far back on a gently sloping lawn behind a high hedge.
Sharon walked up the curving driveway to the porch and rang the bell. On the way over in the cab, she had resigned herself to whatever was in store for her. Whatever it was, she would simply have to endure it, that's all. If she didn't take part in this orgy, or whatever it was, she would be sent back to prison. And besides, there were many worse things in the world than orgies. Who was to say that she might not even enjoy herself?
She pressed the bell, listening to the muffled sounds of laughter and music from inside as she smoothed down her brief skirt and sleeked her stockings. She'd do her very best to have a good time, she decided. Being forced to attend an affair like this was something like being raped. As long as it was going to happen anyway, the only sensible thing to do was to relax and enjoy it. To put herself in the mood, and to pass the time while she waited, she put her hand under her dress and began to frig herself with her finger.
But she'd been at it only a few seconds when the door began to open, and she quickly removed her finger, forcing herself to smile at the distinguished-looking, middle-aged man who stood there. He had iron-gray hair and a small, neat mustache, and Sharon recognized him instantly as Jason Woodward, the president of the city's largest bank.
"I'm Sharon," Sharon said, as Joyce Thornton had told her to do. "I'm expected."
"Indeed you are, my dear," Woodward said, eyes roving her body appreciately. "Indeed you are! Come in." His voice was thick, and Sharon realized that he was more than a little drunk. As she stepped past him into the entrance hall, he reached down to feel her ass. "Ah," he said, squeezing the smooth, firm flesh, "What a beauty you are, my dear. I'm Jason Woodward."
"How do you do," Sharon said, feeling his hand slip beneath the hem of her dress and insert itself between her legs, a finger probing up into her slit. "I understand I'm invited to a party."
A door opened at the left, and a regal-looking woman of about forty came into the hall. She was beautiful, with dark-gold hair and clear gray eyes, and the body beneath her floor-length dress could easily have been that of a woman half her age.
"Well, Jason," she said, smiling at Sharon, "I see our little guest has arrived."
"Indeed she has," Woodward said, continuing to finger Sharon's cunt. "I'm in love with her already."
"She's lovely," the woman said, coming up to them. "It seems we've drawn ourselves a prize this time." She cupped both of Sharon's breasts in her hands and milked them gently through the thin material of the minidress. "Darling, you're exquisite." She squeezed a little harder. "What simply marvelous breasts."
"This is my wife, Sharon," Woodward said.
"Call me Denise," the woman said, and put one hand beneath Sharon's dress, meanwhile continuing to milk her breast with the other. "I hope you don't think we're too forward, darling."
Woodward laughed. "I've already got my finger in it, Denise," he said. "You'll have to wait your turn."
"I'll have to do no such thing," Denise said, pushing her finger into Sharon's cunt beside her husband's. "She's built tiny, but there's room enough in there for both of us, I'm sure."
Sharon moved her feet further apart to make her cunt spread a little, beginning to enjoy the experience of being fingerfucked by two people at once in such an unusual way. It seemed that, lately, all sorts of new things were being done to her.
"What an adorable little pussy," Denise said. "I've just got to taste it." She lowered herself to her knees and raised Sharon's skirt up to her waist. "And you smell delicious." She put out her tongue and began to lick Sharon's slit. "Be good enough to take your finger out of her for a moment, Jason."
"Not a chance," Woodward said. "Just concentrate on her clit, why don't you?"
"But your finger's in the way, Jason. Take it out, just for a minute."
Sharon was beginning to squirm with pleasure. "Why don't you stick it up my ass instead, Mr. Woodward?" she said.
"Excellent suggestion," Woodward said, and eased his finger into her asshole, moving it in small, tantalizing circles that pressed the tip hard against the hot, slippery membrane. Meanwhile, Denise had spread the lips of Sharon's cunt and was licking her labia; doing it noisily, with loud, slurping sounds.
The door at the left opened again, and a young girl in a maid's uniform came in. She was very pretty, but there were dark circles under her eyes and she looked very tired. Neither Woodward nor his wife paid the slightest attention to her.
"Excuse me, Mr. Woodward," she said. "Telephone for you and Mrs. Woodward, sir."
"What?" Woodward said, reaming Sharon a little faster. "For both of us, did you say?"
"Yes, sir."
"Well, we're busy just know, as you can see. Tell whoever it is to call back."
"He said it was very important sir. It's the Mayor, sir." She paused. "It's on the bedroom phone, sir."
"The hell," Woodward said, withdrawing his finger reluctantly. "All right, Genita. Thank you."
"I wonder what that idiot wants now," Denise said, dropping Sharon's skirt and getting to her feet.
"Who knows?" Woodward said. "But we'd better humor him. And besides, you'll have all day to suck our charming guest here."
"I could suck her all day, too," Denise said. "Genita, this is Sharon. Isn't she pretty?"
"Oh, yes, ma'am. She certainly is."
"Well, see that she joins the party," Denise said as she and her husband started off. "And make sure the others don't eat her up completely before I have another chance at her."
The maid smiled. "I'll try, ma'am," she said.
When the door closed behind the Woodwards, the maid looked at Sharon and smiled, her eyes on her breasts. "I could eat you, myself," she said. "I could just eat you up."
Sharon laughed. "Why don't you?" she said. "I'd like to eat you, too."
The maid sighed. "I'm just too tired to suck, that's all," she said. "This party's been going on for, two days."
"Really?"
"And I've been on duty the whole time. Look at my eyes. No sleep at all, and somebody jamming his prick in me every time I turn around."
"Is that bad?" Sharon said. "All those pricks, I mean?"
"It is when you only like girls," the maid said, turning toward the rear of the entrance hall. "Come this way, please. You'll soon see what I mean."
The hall opened on a large, beautifully furnished living room with an ankle-deep rug and an unusual number of massive easy chairs and long, low sofas. There was a big stone fireplace, an in-the-wall television screen, and a long bar with high barroom stools lined up in front of it. There were several men and women in the room, all of them in various stages of undress.
"I've begun to think of this room as an arena," the maid said, turning to leave. "You're on your own now, honey. Happy fucking."
There were three men drinking at the bar, their backs to Sharon. Another man was sitting on a sofa, a drink in one hand and his other hand between the legs of a fully-clothed blonde who was rolling her hips and gasping, as if she were about to orgasm, her dark-gold pussy lifting to the man's fingers with quick little thrusts. On another sofa, two completely nude girls were lying on their side, their heads between each other's legs, sucking ravenously. Another girl, nude except for shoes and stockings, was curled up in a big easy chair, either asleep or passed out.
No one noticed Sharon until she had walked halfway into the room. Then one of the men at the bar glanced over his shoulder, did a double-take, and stood up so quickly he spilled his drink.
"Jerry!" he said, staring at Sharon unbelievingly. "Chuck! Look at what just walked-in!"
The ether two men turned to look.
"Wow!" one of them said, getting to his feet. "I don't believe it."
The other man got up too. "Neither do I," he said. "They don't make them that pretty."
Sharon smiled and walked over to them. "Hi," she said. "My name's Sharon."
"I'm Paul," the first man said. "Sharon, meet Jerry and Chuck."
The other men bobbed their heads in greeting, their eyes roving up and down, Sharon's body.
Sharon, pleased with their reaction, straightened her shoulders so that her breasts would nipple sharply against the thin material of her dress. She was, she discovered, extremely horny. The frigging and sucking she'd received from the Woodwards had started her off, and the sight of a girl being finger-fucked on one sofa while two other girls sucked each other off on another had helped things along considerably. And now the proximity of three good-looking men with bulging flies had finished the job. Her cunt was itching for cock so much she could hardly stand still.
"Boy," Paul said, licking his lips as he started at her nipples. "Where did you come from?"
"Who cares?" Jerry laughed, moving close to Sharon. "You want a drink, baby?"
"It's too early."
Jerry began to feel her ass through her dress. "You sure?" he said, shifting his hand to her other hip.
"Yes." She reached back and pulled up her dress, so that Jerry's hand was now on her bare flesh. "What I'd really like," she said, lowering her eyes demurely, "is a fuck."
Jerry's jaw sagged for a moment, as did the other men's, but he recovered quickly. "What a coincidence," he said. "It just so happens I've got one for you."
"So have I," Paul said. "And I saw her first, Jerry. That means I get to fuck her first."
"Fine with me," Jerry said. "I'd rather have it a little sloppy, anyway."
"I don't care whether I fuck her first, last, or in between," Chuck said. "Just so long as I fuck her."
Sharon laughed. "Don't you think I should have something to say about that?"
"Excuse us all to hell," Paul said. "Something must be making us forget our manners."
"She's enough to make you forget anything," Chuck said.
"Well?" Paul said. "Who's it to be, Sharon? Which one of us would you rather fuck first?"
"All of you," Sharon said, reaching for the hem of her skirt.
"What?" Paul said.
Sharon draped her dress over the back of a bar stool and turned back to them, naked except for tiny shoes and hip-high black nylons.
"I don't want to fuck any of you first," she said, enjoying the way their eyes bulged at the sight of her body. "I want to fuck all of you at the same time."
Paul's jaw sagged again. "You mean in – uh – all three places? All at once?"
"Yes," Sharon said, reaching out to feel the bulge in his pants. "In my mouth and cunt and ass, all at once."
Paul stared at her a moment, then glanced at Jerry and Chuck. "Well, boys? Are we going to oblige this beautiful creature or aren't we?"
Jerry took out his cock. "Let's stop wasting time and start fucking," he said.
"We'll have to do it on the floor," Chuck said, unzipping his fly. "There wouldn't be room for a three-way fuck on a sofa."
As Sharon sank down on the deep-pile rug, she looked over at the other guests, hoping for an audience. Having other people watch her get fucked would enhance the pleasure. But the others were paying no attention. The fully-clothed girl was still being fingerfucked by the man on the sofa beside her, although she now had unbuttoned her blouse and was milking her breasts. The girl wearing only shoes and stockings was passed out in the chair. And the two completely naked girls were still eating each other's pussy.
Oh, well, Sharon thought to herself, they're bound to notice us, once we really get going.
"Now we've got another problem," Paul said. "Which one of us do you want in which place?"
"You've got the biggest cock," she said. "So that's the one I want in my cunt." She got up on her hands and knees. "Lie down on your back, Paul."
He lay down, and she got over him, lowering her pussy slowly until she felt the lips touch the head of his prick. Then she reached down and guided it into her, settling down on it slowly, loving the feel of it, until the head touched her womb. She had an urge to start fucking at once, but forced herself to wait.
"Now you, Chuck," she said, raising her hips in the air. "I want you up my ass."
Chuck got down behind her. "I'm not so sure I can get it in there," he said. "I think it's too big."
"No, it isn't," she said, remembering the wonderful assfucking the cab drivers had given her three days before. "Just rub some of my juice on it, and jam it in all at once."
A moment later, she felt the same searing sensation she had felt the first time – and then, suddenly, there was nothing but the same glorious feeling of having her ass packed full of hard, hot meat. And this time it felt even better than before, because she also had Paul's huge cock in her cunt, separated from Chuck's cock by a scant quarter-inch of the most sensitive tissue in her body. God, she reflected, how wonderful it was going to feel when they both began to fuck her at the same time!
"I'm the lucky one," Jerry said, coming over to stand with his feet at either side of Paul, facing Sharon, the head of his cock almost brushing her lips. "I'm the lucky bastard that gets sucked off."
"No, Jerry," Sharon said, smiling. "I want to be fucked. I'm not going to suck you off, Jerry. You're going to fuck my mouth. And I want you to fuck it just as hard as Paul and Chuck fuck my cunt and asshole."
"Hell," Chuck said. "That'll be even better."
"I'll like it better, too," Sharon said, and slid her lips over the head of his cock.
Several minutes later, when Sharon had finished cuming for perhaps the tenth time, she recalled how good it had felt when Tom fucked her between her breasts. Suddenly she wished she had a prick between them right now, fucking her in rhythm with the pricks pounding into her mouth and cunt and asshole.
And then, even as she thought about having her breasts fucked, she caught sight of the pretty girl who, nude except for shoes and stockings, was curled up in the chair, her tiny pink slit peeping enticingly from the downy nest between her legs. Oh, God, Sharon thought, how I'd love to suck her!
She was completely insatiable, she reflected as she began to cum again. She'd never, ever, get enough fucking and sucking. But she'd get as much of it as she could, she vowed – whether with men or women, or any combination of the two.