Gwen pushed the door open and stood looking into the darkened room. She was back-lighted from the hallway and her hair dangled in front of her face as she stood there waiting.
On the bed lay Bob and Sybil, naked. Bob's hands were laced behind his head and Sybil sat up, her arms wrapped around her knees, her breasts hidden like two luscious secrets from Gwen's forlorn gaze.
"Turn sideways," Bob said.
Gwen turned and the light made her small, naughtily upturned breasts silhouette against the sharp hall light. Bob could see her stomach rising and falling as she breathed.
"Touch your breasts," Sybil said, licking at her lower lip and leaning forward.
Gwen brought her hands up and rested them on her mounds, feeling the soft flesh sag slightly as the weight pulled them in against her chest.
"Squeeze them."
She circled the mounds in her hands and squeezed until they formed two cones with only the nipples standing out in relief against the backlight.
"Try to kiss them."
She leaned down and strained to put her mouth to each nipple. A warm sensation swept over her as she forced her lips to graze first one and then the other.
"Come to us, Gwen. Come to us and love our beautiful bodies."
Gwen released the breasts and walked toward them. She climbed up the foot of the bed and snuggled between them on her stomach, laying an arm across Bob's stomach and a hand on Sybil's shoulder.
"Kiss my cock," Bob said.
Slithering down, Gwen reached for Bob's turgid cock and held the massive staff in her hands. She lowered her head and her hair fell off her shoulders and dangled around his testicles as her mouth pursed and kissed the head of his pole.
"What does it look like?" Sybil asked, her voice rimmed with anticipation.
"It's beautiful. It looks like a cornucopia, a beautiful cornucopia filled with fruits and foods that I love."
"Then eat it," Sybil said hoarsely. "Don't bite it, just chew it. Gnaw on it and suck it until it spits out the juice you love."
Bob shifted and pulled Gwen between his forked legs. She clutched the rod and drove her mouth over it, gnawing on it with her teeth and sucking it deeply into her throat. She gagged, but continued to suck as Bob lunged up, driving the shaft deeper and deeper into her throat.
"Play with my nuts," he wheezed, grabbing her hair and pulling on it like a leash as she bobbed up and down. "Jiggle my nuts."
With the cock filling her mouth, her cheeks caved in, the air hissing through her pinched nostrils, Gwen reached down and lifted his testicles and began to bounce and squeeze them to the same tempo that her mouth rapped out on his cock.
"Harder. Squeeze them harder," Sybil chanted from the sidelines.
She mashed the two slippery sacs together and squeezed them until Bob moaned for her to stop.
"Coward," Sybil snapped.
"She's vicious," he retorted, lunging up and driving his cock against the back of Gwen's slurping mouth. The meat filled her mouth and she thought of a hot dog sliding back and forth over her tongue. She pursed her lips and mashed the shank nearly flat, making it scrape across her teeth as Bob drew it back.
"God, she's hungry," he panted.
"Come in her mouth. Come in her mouth," Sybil chanted, rocking back and forth, rubbing her breasts against her bunched up knees.
Bob strained as he felt the warm sperm crawling up from his testicles. He yanked Gwen down over the pole and slid her head back and forth faster and faster until his balls seemed to boil. Gwen's hands cupped the sacs and pushed them against his ass, pulled them down like cows' udders as the ejaculation grew from deep within him.
Grunting, he rolled over on his side, dragging Gwen's suctioning mouth with him and knelt above her as she moaned and drew the head into her greedy mouth.
"I'm coming. I'm coming," he shouted, slapping the back of Gwen's neck with his open hand, during her lead down deeper and deeper.
He fat the juice sprinkle up from its reservoir and shower out the head of his throbbing, expanding cock. It burned slightly as it pumped ounce after ounce into her mouth.
Gwen tasted the briny thick liquid as it gushed into her throat and thought of syrup, syrup that oozed out of the chocolate pump behind the drug store counter. She held as much of the come in the back of her throat as she could, catching it on the base of her tongue, and then swallowed, feeling the volume of the sperm gulp down her throat to her stomach.
Bob was frozen against her, jerking his cock inside her mouth as she sucked at the last remaining spittle of semen that leaked from the inflamed slit of his cock-head.
"Enough," Sybil said, yanking Gwen's head back and licking at her husband's shiny, slimy shaft. She raved around his deflated testicles and curled her tongue around the fleshy, softening stem, giving a final tug of ownership to the head of his sore prick.
"You haven't come like that in months," she said sourly, looking at Gwen who lay on her back looking happily up at her, thin strands of tacky semen still lingering around the corners of her mouth.
"Sorry about that. Just felt wild," Bob apologized, lying back and sucking in barrelfuls of air.
"Gwen? This is Sybil. I want you to eat me now. I want you to eat my asshole. I want you to ream me clean with your tongue and suck on me with your lips while you stick your fingers up my cunt. Will you do that for me? For your friend, Sybil?"
"Yes. I love you Sybil."
"Then beg me to eat my asshole. Let me hear you beg." Sybil's voice was caustic and she bared her teeth as she looked at Gwen's benign face.
"Beg!"
The room was still as they waited for Gwen to stir. She smiled dreamily up and moved her lips.
"Please, Sybil? Let me lick your rectum? Let me stick my tongue in you?"
"Rottener. Talk dirty, bitch!" She swung her hand around and slapped Gwen's face. Gwen's smile melted and tears came to her eyes.
"Beg!"
"Your ass. Let me lick your asshole," Gwen stammered, her eyes confused for a moment as they attempted to clear and focus on Sybil's face. "Let me suck on your bunghole and draw out your shit in my mouth."
"Good. Good," Sybil complimented. "You are a rotten bitch under all that phony naivete."
She turned over on her stomach and raised her buttocks up in the air.
"Spread the cheeks and begin licking, bitch."
Gwen climbed toward Sybil's wide, flaring ass. She hesitated at the ubiquitous mass of soft, white flesh and studied it, cocking her head like a bird measuring a strange noise. It looked suddenly like a giant marshmallow to her, all puffed up with giant chocolate chip pressed into its split middle.
"Beautiful," she cooed turning her head from one side to the other and eyeing the mass.
"It's ugly, bitch. Now eat it. Suck it and play with my slot."
Gwen inched forward and licked at the split in Sybil's ass. Again and again her tongue expected to taste the sweet, powdery flavor of marshmallow and each time there was only a bland, slightly salty taste forcing itself through to her mind.
Like a dog washing its paws, she made long laps up the crevice of Sybil's ass, feeling the roughness of the woman's skin skidding across her tongue.
"In the asshole. Stick your tongue in my asshole. And your fingers in my cunt."
Sybil looked back between her legs, past her dangling breasts that hung down against the silk bedspread. Her eyes were narrow and flashed angrily at Gwen's hesitation.
"The hole. Lick the hole."
Gwen pulled her face away and looked at the brown, puckered ring that beat like a tiny heart in the wide, white furrow of Sybil's ass. It looked like the pursed, fat lips of an obese man forming an "O" before her.
They looked like beautiful lips, the lips of a saint come to bless her with a touch, a mere caress of the pale, necrotic tissues. She leaned forward and pressed her lips against the ring. The cleavage of Sybil's ass protected them, so Gwen pushed the marshmallow sides away, stretching the split wide and flat. Again she shoved her lips against them and this time felt the warm, salty, sour taste. She held her pouting lips against the hole, pushing hard against the ring, expecting it to push back against her. It didn't respond.
She opened her mouth and nipped at the tissue, grabbing elusive bits of it between her teeth for a moment, only to have them slip away as the mouth throbbed in and out.
Angry at the maddening way the saint was kissing her, she opened her mouth wide and lanced her tongue in, hoping to spear the mouth and drag it out of the marshmallow container and make love to it by itself for Sybil's sake. She wanted her to love it. She would do it, because Sybil was her friend.
Her tongue entered the hole and she heard Sybil moan with pleasure and grunt out obscenities as she wagged her spear-shaped tongue deep inside the asshole and curved the tip, trying to drag the lip-ring out of the fleshy container.
It wouldn't budge. It only throbbed and became more elusive as Sybil tightened and made it spasm.
"Good, that's good, Gwen, you little slut. Now work your fingers up my cunt. Up my cunt."
Gwen fumbled below the ring as she sucked and licked at the asshole. Her fingers met the warm, wet resistance of Sybil's flapping pussy and she stuck in her middle finger, feeling the warm meat of Sybil's snatch close around it like a bloody, soggy pot roast.
"Squeeze the clit, bitch. The clit," Bob chimed in, crawling down and watching the scene. "Sybil loves to have her clit squeezed and sucked."
Bob's beautiful voice rang in Gwen's ears as she manipulated the slippery bud inside Sybil's vagina. She squeezed it against the wall of her pussy and wormed in another finger as her tongue plunged into the asshole and her lips smacked.
"I'm going to suck on Gwen's cunt," Bob said, sliding down beneath Gwen's legs.
"D-don't squeeze her tit," Sybil panted. "Not yet. Not till the bitch's through."
"All right. AM right."
Bob wedged his head between Gwen's legs and looked up at the red slice carved between her dark, kinky pubic hair. His mouth watered as he saw the lips flopping open and closed as the woman lunged against his wife's buttocks.
He grabbed her thighs and pulled his head up so that his nose brushed against her slit. It was a ritual with him, dragging his nose back and forth until the cunt-dew dripped down and filled his nostrils with the lusty, goaty smell of a woman in heat. He flicked his tongue out, banging it against her clitoris and measuring the difference between Gwen's bud and Sybil's.
Gwen's was immature, still pink from the youthful underdevelopment of her sexual habits. Sybil's grew long and red and was like another tongue or finger on her body, blessed with a near-will of its own that came to life every time he put his mouth on it.
Gwen's dangled ineptly, unsure of what to do, unsure that it belonged on the tip of another man's tongue. It was like a child looking in awe at adults doing what children thought only children did. It was an innocent clit, a clit that could be raped again and again until it was broken in the way he liked them, until it was prime choice selling for hundreds of dollars a bloody ounce.
It was smaller and more round than Sybil's and it seemed to try to draw itself back into the convent of her cunt as he licked at it.
Bob pressed his mouth against the hole and sucked until he felt the fleshy end of the pulp enter his mouth. It slipped out and he sucked again, drawing it back and chewing on it, feeling the stringy texture flatten like a rubber band and stretch inside his mouth.
Gwen's heart thudded as the titillating sensations coursed through her, making her delicate tongue and finger manipulations increase until they were bizarre thrashings. She smashed her fingers up Sybil's snatch as far as they would go until she felt the tissue start to rip and Sybil moan, whimpering and crying into the pillow her face was buried in.
Gwen's jaw ached as she held it open and stiffened her tongue to crackling brittleness. She reamed it in and around the slot, trying to bite the lips and pierce them, taste the salty juice of their passion.
Bob's head rocked faster and faster as his tongue penetrated her hole, sinking far into her womb and wagging around until she heaved forward with such force that Sybil wailed and let out a long, shattering scream.
Cunt-juices flowed down Gwen's fingers as Sybil howled and spasmed, rocking like a baby learning to crawl back against Gwen's rapier tongue.
Gwen stiffened as she felt Bob's tongue licking with more forcefulness. She felt the glowing sensation ripple through her, bulge out against her brain and make her head throb, her knees shake, her arms tremble.
"God. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck me," she cried, throwing her head back and whipping it from side to side. She screamed as Bob bit down on her clitoris and the juices ran from her like ice cream melting off a cone's soggy bottom on a hot day. Again and again she bucked until she slumped forward on Sybil's prostrate form and closed her eyes.
"Up bitch. Up."
The morning light seeped through the windows and fell against the three naked bodies. Sybil wormed her way from under Gwen. Bob was snoring with Gwen's snatch covering half his face.
"Get up, Bob."
She wriggled free and shook her husband. His cock lay against his thigh like a flaccid snake.
"Hummm. What's the matter."
"Nothing is the matter. It's just Sunday. Now, wake up. We have to get her ready."
"All right," he grumbled, rubbing his neck and rolling Gwen's sleeping form over.
"Gwen? This is Bob. Do you hear me? Gwen?"
"Hmmmm?"
"Wake up, Gwen. Wake up."
Slowly, she opened her eyes and stared at him.
"You're beautiful Bob," she said draping her arms around his neck and pulling him to her. She kissed him long and hard. Sybil's snappish voice broke the engagement.
"Well, for Christ's sake, don't make love to her now. Get her ready."
"Look, Gwen. I'm going to squeeze your breast and I want you to wake up. We will still be beautiful people and whatever we do will be because we love you. Do you understand?"
Bob cleared his throat and wished he had a Bloody Mary.
"Yes. I understand."
"Good. Now, when you wake up you will remember only how much you love us and our group. We are a group. The three of us and our friends. Do you understand? All our friends are beautiful people who love you as we do."
"All your friends are beautiful people too."
"Yes, that's good. Now, when you wake up you will do what we ask without batting an eye. But you will only do it with us. No one else. And you will only think it is good. Do you understand?"
"Yes."
"All right. You will wake up and no longer be in a trance. But you will do things with us because you love us and respect us."
"I will do things because I love and respect you."
"Right." He squeezed her breast, twisting it to the right and left.
Gwen blinked her eyes and looked around. For a moment Bob thought she was going to scream. She looked down at her nakedness and then at Bob's. Turning, she looked into Sybil's haunting eyes and at the bed.
"Did I???"
"What?" Sybil asked directly, lighting a cigarette and blowing the smoke into Gwen's face.
"Did I seduce you?"
"Yes," Sybil answered coldly, forcing a facetious smile on her face. "You wanted us to love you, to make you happy and we agreed. Are you sorry?"
Gwen stroked her naked legs and felt the sticky gum-like material clinging to the inner part of her thighs.
"No," she said mechanically. "I love you. You have done a lot for me."
"Are you ashamed?" Bob asked, sitting beside her and putting his arm around her shoulder.
"No. It's strange. I'm not ashamed."
"You shouldn't be," Sybil said scooting off the bed. "We shared our love with you. It is true love, the kind that one cannot be ashamed of."
"I'm not," Gwen said, looking down again in awe at her exposed breasts.
"Good. Let's take a swim then. The three of us. Together. In the pool. And we'll make love there, in the water."
"I'd like that," Gwen said, standing and following Sybil out of the bedroom, her legs sticking together as her thighs brushed against the rubbery juices that clung to her flesh.
The water washed away the fluids and Gwen dived to the bottom and rubbed her skin as if she were washing.
"Oh, it's wonderful," she said standing in the shallow end, her breasts floating buoyantly in front of her. She lifted them and felt their heaviness return as she arched them out of the water. She dropped them and they splashed under, only to rise again like two white bobbers to the water level around her chest.
Bob swam underwater and came up in front of her, his mouth snapping open. He lunged and nipped at her breast, catching the nipple and shaking it between his teeth.
Gwen screamed and laughed.
"Sharks in the water," Sybil said diving down behind her and biting at the woman's vagina.
"Bring her to the three foot level," Sybil said, swimming down and standing at the shallowest part of the pool.
Bob lifted Gwen up and pushed him ahead of her as if she were a surfboard. Sybil caught her under her arms and lifted her half-out of the water.
"Do you have it, Bob?"
"Right here, Syb."
Bob popped up behind Gwen with the black instrument in his hand. It was long and sleek, the girth of a man's penis but two feet long. A belt hung from the middle of the shaft and a propeller was screwed onto the opposite end.
Gwen looked at it in interest, tilting her head to one side.
"What's that?" she asked, reaching out and touching it. The shaft was made of hard rubber with tiny nodes protruding like warts down the first six inches of it. It was warm and slick and hummed as her fingers wrapped around the tip.
"That is a play cock," Bob boasted, taking it away from her. "You want to please me, don't you?"
"Yes, Bob. What can I do?"
Her eyes looked innocently at him. He coughed and looked at Sybil who wore a smirk.
"Well, I love boats and people. I made this torpedo cock. I made it just for you. All you do is spread your legs as wide as you can and let me stick this up your cunt. Then I turn it on and you buzz around the pool until you come."
Gwen blinked. "Will that make you happy, Bob?"
"Very happy."
"All right. What do I do?"
"Sybil. Hold her."
Sybil held her arms and Bob pushed the head of the phallus against her vagina.
"Ohhh, that hurts," Gwen said, her face contorting in pain as the blunt-headed tool shoved roughly against her tight vagina.
"Pretend it is me; nothing will hurt you if it is me," Bob said, wriggling the shaft into her. She grunted and bit her lip to force back the cry of pain. The shaft slid up her sore pussy until it bumped against her cervix.
"It doesn't hurt," Gwen grunted, feeling the pain seering through her. "What do I do now?"
Sybil took the belt and strapped it around Gwen's waist.
"Keep your legs spread so the propeller won't hit you. Then use your arms to steer. When you have your come, let us know. I'll turn it off."
He pushed a button on the back of the rubber rod and the propeller began to burn the water.
"Let her go, Sybil."
Sybil released her and Gwen felt herself being propelled toward the deep end of the pool. The rod hummed inside her and slipped slightly, in and out, making her breath faster. She held her arms straight in front of her with the fingers pointed up and the palms digging a trough in the water.
The wall of the pool loomed ahead and she tried to stop, but kept moving ahead a few feet at a time. Her knuckles smashed against the concrete and she skidded along the side of the pool, her ribs scraping along the tile.
"Good. Very good." She looked up and saw Bob and Sybil smiling down at her. Bob has his hand around Sybil's back and squeezed her breast. Sybil held his limp cock in her hand.
"Look out. Look out," Bob warned too late. She banged her head against the chrome ladder and the torpedo turned along the lengthwise side of the pool.
Inside her vagina, the nodular ridges grazed her clitoris. She began to pant as the buzzing of the motor aroused her. Her breasts burned and she sucked in mouthfuls of air, spitting out the water that sloshed in as her head dipped down every now and then.
She began to pump her legs as she moved around the pool, bumping into the sides and ladders as Bob and Sybil stood on the edge, laughing and kicking her away with their feet.
She paid no attention to the bruises, or the laughter. She only felt the humming and rubbing of shaft inside her as she putted along the pool.
By pumping her legs, she helped drive the shaft deeper into her. She pulled her arms away from her head and rubbed her breasts, no longer concerned with protecting her skull from ramming the side of the pool, or hitting the ladder.
Her breasts burned and she rubbed them furiously under the water, pulling and milking them as she bicycled her legs to accelerate the satisfaction.
She could feel it coming. She thrashed the water wildly with her feet, driving the rubber shaft deeper and deeper, feeling it vibrate in and out of her hole.
She sloshed her head back, arched her back and cried out through her clenched teeth as she felt her muscles tighten and jerk against the rubber-headed snake slithering inside her.
She felt the fluids draining out of her as she hissed and yanked at her breasts until blood seeped up around her, spreading through the topaz-colored water like ink. She was sinking down, being dragged to the bottom by the heady sensation of relief. She felt something hard against her head and the feeling of water burning into her nostrils before everything went black.