Hours later, Bobbi was still preoccupied by the telephone call. Dianne had asked her about it during supper, but she had just avoided her question. Dave had looked interested, too, but he had been satisfied to let the matter drop when she changed the subject. She had such mixed feelings about Ron. Oh, well, they could sort them out together tomorrow.
She sipped from the cocktail she held. She didn't drink much, but Dianne had given it to her to get rid of her nervousness. She felt a little self-conscious holding the drink in her hand like a grown-up, but she didn't mind any more. Dave and Dianne were drinking the same thing. And it did help to calm her down. In fact, she felt pretty good. The taste of alcohol didn't appeal to her, but it could be pretty tasty when it was mixed with some fruit juice like this.
I could get to like this, she thought as she got up and poured herself more from the frosty pitcher.
She was startled by the doorbell. Dianne jumped up to open the door, and then Bobbi heard two voices greet each other. They were talking like they were old friends or something. She was even more surprised to see their arms around each other as they walked in from the small front hall.
Dianne couldn't keep her hands off him. Dave wouldn't mind – she had told him everything, and he was excited at the prospect of another threesome. He said he hoped it would be four people instead of just three. He was still hot for Bobbi. But they decided to wait and let Bobbi make her own decision. They weren't going to make her do anything.
Dave got up and shook hands. Then they all sat down facing each other, Dave moving over next to Bobbi. She had not said a word yet; she just sat there, ill-at-ease.
Paul took a drink from Dave. "Hello, Bobbi. How have you been doing?"
"Not so well. But you know all about that," she said sourly.
"Yes, I'm afraid I do. Look, I want you to understand something right away. You're free to come back. I've taken the sign down. No hard feelings on my part. Your sister and I had a long talk yesterday, and I want you to put your mind at ease. I won't touch you, I won't even talk to you if you don't want me to. And I'm going to do something else I don't even have to. You don't have to worry about getting your rent to me exactly on time. Just whenever you can. Fair enough?"
Bobbi thought. It seemed reasonable. And now that he was here, he didn't resemble the ogre that existed in her mind. In fact, she could even see why Dianne thought he was so attractive. She had been so wrapped up in her dislike of him that she had never really noticed the size of that big bulge in his pants.
The direction her thoughts were taking surprised her. It was true, she had changed. Such an idea would not have occurred to her a few days ago.
"OK, fair enough."
Her words seemed to break a tension that had existed in the room. Paul lighted a cigarette, Dianne chattered away at him bouncily, and Dave leaned over to Bobbi.
"Now that wasn't so hard, was it baby?" He put his arm around her shoulders and she felt his warm breath on her ear. He gave her a hug.
"No, I guess not." She smiled down demurely, and got a surprised thrill when Dave's nose nuzzled into her ear. When she looked back up, she was even more surprised, for her sister was leaning over to give Mr. Giddings a kiss. Her breasts were nudging his chest, and her hand was massaging the straining ridge at his crotch!
Bobbi didn't know it, but Paul was almost as startled as she was. He had expected some good sex, but not so fast or so soon! And he didn't think the young girl would be involved. But Dianne had been primed and ready the moment he walked in the door, lubrication already coming to her cunt. She had been thinking about Paul, about Dave, and about Bobbi all afternoon in anticipation. She had been running her sexy memories of them through her mind, imagining excitedly what she would do with the two men tonight – and maybe Bobbi, too! She didn't want to waste any time.
Paul's hand went automatically to her halter and untied it, pulling it away. He kneaded the firm cone of one breast until he heard her moan. Her lips were firmly clamped on his as they ground away. She was really turned on! Now she was sitting in a different position, rubbing her crotch against the top of his thigh as she struggled to undo his pants and get at the throbbing meat inside.
Dave watched her lovely back as she rubbed herself obscenely on Paul's leg. It made him so horny when he watched her make it with somebody else! But this time he didn't have to stop at just watching. There was a beautiful bundle of a girl right next to him!
The interest in her eyes was plain to him as he turned to look at her face. She shivered a little as he lightly brushed his fingers over her neck. But her knees were still clamped together. His hand worked its way over her smooth knee, tickled over the inside of her thigh, and finally disappeared under her dress. He found her snatch and began to massage it. His other hand snaked further around her and he cupped her tit. Her body seemed to radiate heat, and he sensed her breathing speed up. Nobody could tell him that she wasn't turned on! In a little while he'd get her good and worked up, real juicy, the way he liked it. Then he'd make another attempt on her reluctant cunt.
"How are you doing, honey?" he whispered. He was about to ask her to take off her dress, because he wanted to see those marvelous boobs heave and take a nipple between his teeth, but just then a strangled cry came from Dianne.
"Oh, Dave, fuck me. Fuck me from behind!" Her wiggling ass was stuck up in the air, and he saw her from the side. Paul was stretched out on the couch lengthwise, his prick wet with Dianne's saliva.
"What a whore you are. You didn't even give him time to get out of his clothes!"
It was true – Paul was still fully clothed, and Dianne had only taken time to release his upthrusting cock from the zipper. She gave no reply, for her mouth was crammed full again.
Reluctantly Dave disentangled himself from Bobbi. He wanted to fuck Dianne like that while she sucked off Paul. In a flash, he was out of his clothing and positioning himself behind the arm of the couch, his knees pressing against it. He had moved his wife's legs apart so that they stuck out on either side of his thighs. He placed his palms on the half-moons of her ass and teasingly let his cock slide against her crack. He made no move to put it inside. Her hips thrust back jerkily, trying to spear herself on his hard prong. But each thrust only sent his prick slithering along her cuntal deft to rub against her belly. She began to grunt in frustration.
"Do you want it?" he asked. "Tell me how much you want it!"
Her mouth pulled up off Paul's knob, and he groaned. "Oh, yes, honey, I want it! I've got to have your big cock in me!"
But he was in no hurry. He wanted to drive her out of her mind, to prolong the sweet agony as long as possible. When she sank back down on their guest, he used his thumbs to part the down-hanging pussy lips. They opened wetly to his touch, and she thrust her ass up to him as high as she could, her crack opening even further to show her tense asshole.
Paul groaned again as her sucking mouth slid up over his glans. It was good, so good!
"Sis," Dianne panted. "Show me your cunt!"
Bobbi had been totally absorbed in the tableau before her. She was reluctant to switch from being an observer to a participant. The landlord's presence made her feel funny, a little embarrassed. But she was beginning to feel excited, too. Besides, his eyes were tightly closed. He was totally lost in the oral pleasure, and his hips were bumping up, trying to find the warm sanctuary of Dianne's mouth. It would be such fun to expose herself like that to all of them!
She slouched down, placed her bare feet on the edge of the cushion, and flipped her dress onto her stomach, her heels against her butt. She felt the air on her muff. She also saw two pairs of excited eyes on her.
"Now open it up wide so we can see everything!" Dianne said.
"Yeah, open wide!" Dave added. "Play with yourself!"
Bobbi saw that Mr. Giddings had turned his head and was also watching. Again she felt reluctant. It was so nasty, showing her curd like this while they fucked each other. But why not? Her reluctance turned to obscene pleasure. She took a perverse delight in spreading her pussy apart with her hands. She hunched down a little further and spread her legs as far apart as they would go.
"Jesus!" Dave exclaimed. "You've got the prettiest cunt!"
"Honey, if you were over here I'd suck it for you," Dianne asked.
But she did not want to join the three people. Instead, she toyed with her girly prick, moving her hand away occasionally so they could get a good view. She dipped her finger into her cunny and spread the juice around the growing button.
"Suck me, suck me!" Paul said desperately. His hands pushed Dianne's head back down on his cock.
Bobbi's pussy was aching as she rubbed her downy cleft. Her clit was standing up straight and proud. It was exciting to watch Dave and Dianne, and it was even better yet to see her sister getting off with two men. Even if one of those men was Mr. Giddings. She could hardly believe the size of his prick – it was even bigger than Dave's! If he tried to put it in her, it would probably split her in two!
Dave figured he had let the delicious torment go on long enough. He feathered his dick into the woman, holding her ass still as he eased his glans past the tight constriction of her cunt entrance. The angle of entry was different from the missionary position – he felt more pressure on the underside of his shaft as it slid over her hard pubic bone.
Now it was his turn for frustration. The arm of the couch was in his way, and his cock would only penetrate her for about half its length. He could go forward only so far, no further. But by using his hands, he could move her back against him. Her sheath gripped him tighter as he rocked her backward until her buttocks slapped against his stomach. Then forward again, and back. It was incredible! This way he could brace himself against the couch and he didn't even have to move his hips! He was fucking her just by rocking her back and forth!
She made a guttural sound as his stiff cock entered her completely. She felt him clear to her stomach! The rocking made it harder to keep the tool in her mouth, but she had a way to deal with that. She made a tight "O" with her lips, stiffening them as much as she could to insulate the tender prick skin from her teeth. With the back-and-forth motion, it was just like he was fucking her mouth, while she got it from behind at the same time!
Paul had not been able to go as deep in her throat as he liked, but the soft, flicking tongue on his cock was better in a lot of ways. The idea wasn't as exciting, but it would bring him off a lot sooner. When he felt her lips clamp around his dick, he loved it. The boiling sperm in his balls was close to breaking through. And when she began to move her mouth on his shaft, there was no holding back. It gushed from him like lava from a volcano.
The salty, somewhat bitter taste spurred her own orgasm. She had not liked the taste of a man's cum the first few times she tried it, but she flew to like it more each time she had it in her mouth. I tasted different with different men at different times, she didn't know why. She tried to get every drop – she loved to swallow the warm, slippery emission. But she jerked with such frenzy at her own delicious release that the thick pecker came out of her mouth. She jammed herself back on her husband's prick, and she felt the flashes shoot through her cunt, her clit, up to her breasts, and all along her ass! She squealed.
Bobbi began rubbing her clit frantically as she saw the signs of two people getting their rocks off at once. Drops of white cream came from her sister's contorted mouth and a few lit in the thick tangle of Mr. Giddings' dark pubic hair. Her own thrills quickened at the sight of the big cock and her sister's sweet cry of ecstasy.
Dave was the only one of the group who felt any sort of disappointment, for Dianne had slid off his cock and lay in a quivering, coming heap on top of Paul. Having to leave the warm confines of her deliciously grasping cunt was like plunging outdoors in the dead of winter.
She rose and began to unfasten all the buttons of the clothing of the man lying below her. "God, that was fine!"
"You'd better be careful or you're going to wear yourself out!" Dave said.
"Don't worry, hon, there's plenty more where that came from."
"Yeah, but what about me?" Dave's cock still ached to be inside the woman.
"Oh, poor baby! I've been neglecting you." She turned and he saw the jutting hills of her titties with their rosy-tipped points. Her mouth encased his rod as she cupped his balls with one hand. The renewed warm wetness made him groan at its goodness.
Meanwhile, Paul completed the unfinished job of removing his clothing. He had been eyeing Bobbi as her hand moved over her wet slit. God he would love to get his cock into her sweet, young cunt! He couldn't imagine liar showing her charms like she was doing now a few days ago. She had changed. And maybe other things had changed, too.
"Bobbi," he called. "Can I come over there with you?"
Her face was flushed. "A-all right." Her hand stopped moving in her curd.
He walked over to her and sat down. He noticed the line of wetness that outlined the crack in her pussy lips. He knew he would have to handle her differently than he had before. No rough stuff, nothing to make her feel like she was being manipulated.
"Here, let me help you off with that dress." She straightened up on the couch and looked at him strangely. He could tell she was not sure what she wanted to do. But he smiled encouragement, and she returned his smile. She lifted her arms, and he pulled at the clinging, stretchy material. She wriggled to help him, and the dress finally came off.
The mountains of her breasts swelled out to him. She did not flinch away from his frank appraisal, but met his gaze boldly with a sparkle in her eyes. Up close, his cock looked even bigger than before, and thicker. She was mesmerized by it, heated by its throbbing sexiness, but afraid of its massive dimensions.
"Would you like to touch it?"
She gulped uncertainly, but reached out and took the long, thick shaft in both hands. She squeezed it as she had Dave's, shocked that it could expand even more under her caress.
"Would you like me to put it in you?"
"Yes… I mean no! You're too big!"
"Let Dave do it!" Her sister's voice came from across the room. "And I want to watch."
She said nothing. She wanted it, and she was incredibly turned on, but she was frightened. Dianne picked up on her uncertainty and released Dave's cock to go over to her sister.
"Look, honey, I know you're nervous. Everybody's nervous the first time. Let me do something that will help you to relax."
She knelt down in front of her sister and parted her legs to expose the reluctant pussy. Her tongue found the little split and she began to lick it, gently, slowly, carefully. She knew the two lustful men would enjoy the intimate, woman-to-woman kiss. And it was working! Every time her tongue passed upward, she felt her sister's sexy clit grow taller and tauter!
Bobbi leaned back and concentrated on the swells of pleasure that grew in her loins with each gentle lick of her sister's tongue. Mr. Giddings' hand left her thighs and closed around the underside of her titty. Then his mouth was around her nipple, the tongue slapping at the sensitive button like an oral whip. She wanted the same pressure on her clit.
"Harder, Dianne, harder!" Her sister responded to the words by taking the little spike in her mouth and sucking. Then Bobbi saw Dave's face loom above her, and she tilted her head back. His tongue drove into her mouth like an eel, and she tried to wrap her own around it.
The combined action of the three mouths on her was turning her body into a tightly coiled spring of tension. She wanted to come, and she wanted to come with a prick inside her!
She nodded her head forward, taking her mouth away from Dave's. "Oh, it's too much! I want you to fuck me and bust my cherry!" she said to her brother-in-law.
"You're on! But let's go into the bedroom where it'll be more comfortable." He wanted to fuck her then and there, but he knew how important a woman's first experience with a man was. It would determine how she would grow and flower later. From what he knew, he was sure she had an enormous sensual and sexual capacity. It would be a shame to thwart it. The extended foreplay and attention they had lavished on her would help.
They all got up. Bobbi drank the remainder of her drink in a few hurried gulps. Her stomach burned from the quick intake of booze, and her head spun. But she liked the increased looseness she felt. She thought she would need it.