"Her mother_s lover" - читать интересную книгу автора (Milner Phillip)

CHAPTER SIX

The weekend finally came and the night of the party Debby and Charisse slipped stealthily away from Greystone to meet their escorts.

"Thank goodness no one spotted us leaving – now our only problem is getting back in after the party's over!" Debbie giggled.

"Let's worry about that when we come to it," Charisse said, "is that the boy's car coming now?"

The red sports sedan slowed as it came towards them and dimmed its lights twice.

"Yes, that's the gang!" Debbie said excitedly. "Here we go!"

The car stopped and Ralph got out. Debbie introduced Charisse and then got in the back seat with Ralph while Charisse was ushered into the front seat by the boy who was her date. Much to her surprise, she found there was another boy driving and she was wedged in between them. There was also another boy in the back besides Ralph and Debbie was sitting between them both.

"Meet Jerry and George," Debbie called to Charisse from the back seat. "And this fellow in the back with Ralph and me is Frank."

"Don't tell me, let me guess," Jerry said as he put his arms around Charisse's waist. "You're the famous Mamma Mantell's daughter! How come Debbie could talk you into a date with us small-town hicks?"

Charisse was a little taken aback by Jerry's hostile attitude right off the bat. And she didn't care for his hand around her either, the very first minute they had met, but she kept quiet.

"Hey, Jerry, cut it out!" Debbie said from the back seat. "I thought you promised to be nice!"

"Okay, I'll be nice," Jerry mumbled and Charisse saw that all the boys had been drinking and were a little high. "I'll be nice because she's got such a swell figure, yes sir, quite a pair of knockers!" Jerry added.

"It looks like these boys aren't losing any time," Charisse thought to herself. She tried to move away a little from Jerry, but he only clasped her waist more tightly.

"Don't be bashful, beautiful. We may not be as sophisticated as the big city slickers you go out with, but…" he leered, "you'll find out we have a thing or two on the ball! Both balls!"

George, at the driver's seat, glanced at her at these words of Jerry's and grinned. He looked more mature than the other two boys and was taller and huskier. Charisse thought she'd try a little flattery on him so that at least one of the boys would be friendly to her.

"Aren't you the George Holden with the Town Volunteer Fire Brigade, the one that rescued the two kids that went through the ice this winter? I remember reading about you – that was wonderful!"

"Just happened to be around," George mumbled and flushed. "It was just luck I happened to be around!"

But Charisse thought she had softened him up a bit and was heartened.

"Looks like this gal has a soft spot for you," Jerry said, "I just hope you aren't going to keep her all to yourself, buddy, ole buddy." His hand began inching up towards Charisse's breast.

"Don't worry pard," George said grinning, "looks like there's enough tit there for the two of us! Plenty of ass too, from what I can see!"

"Okay pal," Jerry answered, "you just tell me which half you prefer… I think the little lady might get worried if the two of us grabbed for the same spot at the same time!"

All the boys laughed at this remark by Jerry, but something about the tone of the talk and the mannerisms of these boys was beginning to make Charisse uneasy. She tried to hunch down in the seat and by making herself as inconspicuous as possible, direct attention to Debbie. She only partially succeeded, because George put his hand on her knee and started feeling between her legs. Then she gasped because Jerry had placed his hands full on her breasts and was squeezing and massaging them through the silky material of her low cut blouse. George's hand was proceeding up between her legs and feeling her inner thighs already.

"Don't you think you ought to be keeping both hands on the wheel?" she stammered to George.

His hand went up between her legs even further, almost to her crotch in response. And Jerry's hand was massaging her breast so strongly that her nipples were becoming hard and erect. Small town boys or not, they certainly didn't lose any time starting in on a girl, Charisse thought.

Jerry's hand was still massaging her breast through her silk blouse and then she suddenly felt his other hand dip into the low cut center of the blouse. His fingers playfully went right down the cleavage and his hand started to feel her naked tits and search for her nipples.

"Quite a pair of knockers we have there!" Jerry announced to George.

"Glad you like them," Charisse tried to smile and wriggle her titties away but she only succeeded in giving Jerry an extra feel.

"How's your end of this chick feel?" Jerry called over to George.

"Soft and tender, buddy," George said, feeling her inner thighs, "soft and tender!"

"Maybe it's eating stuff, eh George," Jerry grinned.

Charisse just kept quiet. Maybe if she played along with them, this attitude would change. She did want some consideration as a girl, as an individual. Here these boys were feeling her up and sizing up her anatomy as if she were a cow being brought to market. More than anything else, she realized that her inferiority complex about her mother's reputation made her crave the friendship of people in her own age group. And even more than friendship, she desperately wanted their respect. This was one of the big reasons she had gone out on this date with Debbie. She wanted to "belong", to be accepted by her generation. And for that she was ready to make a lot of concessions.

She looked towards the back seat to see how Debbie was doing. The sight there was surprising. Debbie was completely stretched out on the back seat, one leg dangling down. On their knees beside her, like two kneeling worshippers, Ralph and Frank had her skirt up around her waist and were both feeling her up. Their hands played between her legs and moved on right up to her crotch. Charisse was puzzled at Ralph's acceptance of Frank's intimate fondling of Debbie's pussy region. Debbie's eyes were wide open, but they seemed to be concentrating on the feeling the boy's busy hands were arousing, she was panting and low moans were coming from her parted lips. She didn't seem to mind the fact that both boys were caressing her so intimately and apparently so pleasurably. Charisse had only seen group sexual intercourse in the pictures of Debbie's scrapbook and never dreamed that she would soon be seeing it right before her very eyes. She was as if hypnotized by the sight of Debbie being worked over by the two boys.

Ralph abruptly pulled her sweater over her head, and at the sight of Debbie's brassiere-clad breasts couldn't help beginning to kiss the satiny skin between her cleavage. He slowly began to edge his fingers under her bra cups, and began to play and tweak her big pink nipples. Suddenly, one of his hands undid her bra clasp and her titties practically popped out of the top of the slack bra.

"That feels so good," Debbie breathed as he began to touch and rub her nipples until they were stiffly erect. Then he began to massage the breasts themselves, kneading them with his strong fingers. Debbie's asscheeks began to wriggle with the sheer sensation he was producing in her body. Ralph kept on massaging her tits and then lifted the bra up completely.

"You really do have some pair of knockers, Debbie," he panted. "I just love to squeeze them in my hands!"

Charisse was growing more embarrassed by the second, for Debbie as well as herself. She knew the boys in the front seat were aware of what was happening to Debbie in the back seat and that she was watching, too fascinated to turn away. Jerry and George both smiled knowingly at each other; they knew that Charisse was getting plenty warmed up by watching the back seat sexual play.

Charisse was actually beginning to feel her cunt-juice begin to flow, a sure sign of arousal in her. The two boys in the back were pictures of obscene lust as one continued to feel Debbie's tits and the other around her pussy. She wondered why Debbie was letting them practically disrobe her and screw her when there were three of her friends right in the front seat.

Frank's hand was running up and down over her bush-hair as Debbie wriggled her ass every time Ralph squeezed her nipples or her titties. The next time she wriggled her hips, Frank put his hand right under her buttocks. His face burned with lust as he felt her tender, lush asscheeks. He groaned with desire as the feel of her ass began to drive him wild.

"Hold on, you bugger," Ralph said, "don't try to hog everything for yourself."

They all acted as if they were completely alone, so immersed were the boys and Debbie in their frigging around. Debbie began churning her asscheeks lustfully, and this gave Frank a chance to put his hands right inside her panties, feeling her thick black bush with his fingers. He worked away at her bush and gradually began to move her panties downward until they no longer covered her pussy, but were practically at her knees.

As her pussy was completely exposed, Frank began to feel for her cunt. His hands touched her pink, wet cuntlips and then he parted them with his fingers. As Debbie felt him touch her cunt, her thighs quivered with ecstasy and she spread her legs apart a little more. Frank's hands now could play with and fondle her pussy without any hindrance.

Ralph was still playing with her lush tits, which were heaving and bouncing voluptuously with the turning of her ass as Frank fooled around with her twat. Ralph was just as excited by her knockers as Frank was with her cunt. He buried his face between them and slobbered up and down each tit, kissing each nipple in turn. Charisse could see that the pinkly erect nipples were covered with Ralph's glistening saliva.

Frank's fingers were still playing with her bush and her cuntlips. First his fingers massaged near the apex of her cuntlips, where her clitoris was becoming very erect, then they would slip down a bit to the entrance of her cunt. Suddenly he pushed two of his fingers right into Debbie's cunt-hole.

Debbie gasped as the fingers sank in up to his knuckles and her asscheeks wriggled with pleasure.

"You really have a very sexy cunt, baby!" Frank muttered hoarsely as he slid his fingers in and out of her slippery hole. He had his face so close to Debbie's twat that Charisse expected him to suck her cunt momentarily. Ralph was mouthing her nipples and trying to suck her whole breast into his mouth with such gusto, that it looked like titty was his favorite dish. Frank didn't actually suck Debbie's cunt, he just had his lips on her thighs, kissing and nibbling them as he kept up his rhythmic finger-fucking of her twat.

Debbie was making small, squealing, pleasurable sounds as the two lust-crazed youths in the back worked her over, Ralph on her tits and Frank on her cunt. How could Debbie do this, Charisse wondered, how could she expose her intimate parts practically to public view? How could she let two men fondle her while she knew Charisse and the other two boys could see everything that was going on?

Charisse, in the meantime, had her problems. George's strong hand was now squeezing one of her tits, while Jerry's hands were running up and down her inner thighs, and brushing up against her crotch. Each of these guys' hands like an octopus and they all seemed to be feeling an imitate part of her body at the same time.

"Hey you characters in the back seat!" George suddenly grumbled. "You better cut out all that horny smooching around, or you'll be all outa steam by the time we get to the party!!"

Charisse thought she heard Debbie whisper, "Tell them to mind their own frigging business…" but she wasn't sure she heard right.

She was having a rough time with these boys feeling her up as if they were about to rape her any minute now. Debbie was actually having a good time, from the way things looked and sounded on the back seat, but Charisse was uncomfortable because of the vulgar way they were feeling her up. And to top it off, she could feel her clitoris hardening with excitement and her cunt-juice dribbling between her cuntlips as she herself was becoming aroused in spite of herself. It was a real weird situation and she hoped the car would reach the party quickly. The way things were going, somebody in the back seat might shoot a hot load of sperm right over into the front seat anytime now… she didn't want to receive it down her neck, or full in the face as she watched!

All of a sudden she saw Frank open his fly as he was kissing Debbie's thighs. He took his huge thick cock in his right hand and cradled it there as his lips worked up to Debbie's cunt. She could see his tongue part Debbie's wet, pink cuntlips and then his whole mouth was cuntlapping Debbie's twat as if it were the best thing he had ever tasted in his life.

As his tongue reached her clitoris, Debbie squealed, "If you keep that up you're gonna make me come right here in the car… aaaaaagh!"

Frank was jerking off his own cock with his other hand, moving the foreskin rapidly up and down, exposing and then covering the head of his huge dong as he cuntlapped Debbie.

"The hell with the party," Frank lifted his head and muttered, "I'm gonna put my cock up your twat right now before I go crazy… I don't want to waste the load of hot come I been saving just for you on the Goddamn seat cushion!"

"Lay off, Romeo," she heard Ralph growl. "You know the rules, I fuck my girl first! You know you're not supposed to even screw another guy's girl unless he's given you permission."

Frank still was working the foreskin on his cock back and forth, but he made no move to shove it up Debbie's cunt.

"C'mon, buddy," Ralph continued, "button up that cock of yours so that you arrive at the party looking like a gentleman…"

Frank stopped jerking off as he heard Ralph speak, but his cock was still out in the open. He let out a yell as Ralph grabbed his cock and tried to push the rigid dick back into Frank's pants.

"Leggo my cock, you bastard!" Frank shouted. "Can't you see I got to wait until my hard-on goes down before I can get this dick back in my pants?"

Debbie's asscheeks were still churning on the seat, she had gotten so hot with Frank's cuntlapping that she had an irresistible urge to come. She had almost hoped that Frank would have shoved his cock in and fucked her then and there. His dick was so thick and virile that she probably would have come with just those plunges of his prick into her cunt. Ralph was still playing with her lush knockers, and that wasn't helping matters any either.

"You know, babe," he told her, "I can practically see the steam rising from your pussy, you're so damned horny tonight! Just save all that heat till we get to the party and then you can serve us hot pussy a' la carte!"

"You're mean," Debbie pleaded, "you know damn well I can come ten times to your one – so why don't you at least let Frankie finish me off this once with his mouth… there'll still be plenty left to go around at the party!"

Ralph kept quiet and just kneaded her tits, while Frank kept away from her twat.

"We're going to get to the party soon, now," Jerry said, "so make yourselves look respectable, you shameless people!"

Charisse tried to smooth her ruffled skirt and adjust her blouse and her hair, all at the same time. She knew she must look like an awful mess. What a way to show up at a party!

"You don't look half-bad, baby," George said to her, "but your friend in the back looks as if she's just done a strip-tease!"

And as a matter of fact, Debbie did look practically naked as she fumbled with her bra and tried to pull up her panties again, on the back seat. Ralph very carefully helped her put her tits in the bra cups, giving each one a farewell feel as he closed the snap. Then he just as carefully helped her pull up her panties, giving her bush and cuntlips a good feel in the process.

"With helping hands like yours, who needs to get laid?" Debbie quipped with a grin on her face as she wriggled her twat away from his questing fingers.

As Charisse looked out the car window she could see nothing but darkness, night was all around, enveloping the ear. A little uneasy about the desolate appearance of the area, she asked where they were. Upon being told they were in the country, about fifteen miles from town, she felt more relieved. It seemed that the boy's friend, the one who was throwing the party, liked the peace and isolation of the suburbs.

"I'd like a shot of some of that firewater you braves have been drinking tonight. Just to settle my stomach; I'm a little shaky after all that backseat fooling around…" Debby said.

"But of course, Countess," Ralph said with more gallantry, handing her a silver flask. "Have one on me!"

Debby tilted the flask and took a few swallows. She lifted the flask from her lips and started coughing and choking.

"Wow! What did you put in your flask, liquid nitroglycerin? I feel as if the top of my head's just blown off!!" Debbie said in a hoarse whisper.

"That's some real corn-likker from Carolina!" Ralph said smiling. "It's uncut just as it comes from the still. A friend of mine sends it to me. Down there they call it 'white lightnin'!"

"Well, I sure feel as if the 'white lightnin' struck me," Debby said. "Want to try some of this, Charisse?"

Charisse really didn't want any of the potent stuff, but she wanted to be considered a good sport by the group, so she took a generous slug. The moment she had downed the corn liquor, she started to sputter and cough even worse than Debbie had. But just to build up the image of a "good girl" before the boys and Debbie, she gamely took another couple of shots from the flask. She really did feel as if she had been struck by lightning this time, but she didn't cough or sputter as the liquor burned its way down her stomach.

Now the car was pulling into a long, rustic driveway flanked by a double row of majestic-looking pine trees. Even though her head was reeling, Debbie could see a big, rustic type of house looming up at the end of the driveway.

The boys stopped in the driveway and parked the car near the cabin. As they piled out, Charisse could see that there were some other cars around and hoped that the people at the party would turn out to be nicer than the boys they were with. As she got out of the car, she felt a little shaky and nauseous, but she put it down less to the drink of "white lightning" than the crude mauling she had been subjected to. As she began to head for the house, she felt much better – perhaps she had been too cramped on the front seat in addition to the bold "petting" she had undergone.

"Hey, wait for us," Jerry called after her, as she headed for the door, "the owner is a stranger to you and you need us to introduce you."

"This place looks deserted," Charisse exclaimed as she approached, "are you sure we've come to the right house?"

"Oh, it's the right place all right," Jerry laughed, "maybe they've turned the lights out to play kissing games!"

Charisse wondered how Debbie felt about the situation, but apparently Debbie felt confidence in Ralph and his friends because all she said was: "Let's get inside already, I'm getting cold standing around in this night air…"

Now Charisse began to doubt the wisdom of having gone on this date altogether. True, she wanted to be accepted by Debbie and her boy friends, but she hadn't counted on two fellows as escorts for the night. This seemed to be what she was getting as she walked towards the door, flanked by George and Jerry. The whole thing was making her feel very nervous, she was completely prepared to have sexual relations with her date; after all, she was no longer a virgin. But she had read newspaper stories of "gang-bangs" and "line-ups" by groups of horny youths and men, and memories of the terrible ordeals of unprotected girls were making her jittery.

Much to her surprise, the character who welcomed them at the door turned out to be a woman. Sally, as she was introduced, was a woman in her early thirties. Extremely attractive and with a voluptuous figure which the hippie costume of an oversized maroon silk blouse, festooned with beads, and tight slacks scarcely concealed, she said in a low contralto voice, "Peace, children! Welcome to the hash bash – come in and refresh your weary souls with a short trip!"

Jerry told Sally who the girls were and the exotically dressed woman bowed to them with a somewhat mocking smile on her full lips and motioned them all inside.

"Where are we supposed to sit?" Charisse whispered to Jerry. "I don't see any chairs!"

"There aren't any," he answered, "you just sit on some of those pillows and rugs."

The only furniture in the place seemed to consist of queer wrought-iron floor lamps which had flickering candles instead of electric lights, a couple of low coffee tables, and piles of multi-colored cushions and rugs strewn around haphazardly. A record player was turned on low, but Charisse could see no couples dancing to the rock music. As a matter of fact, the only other people as Charisse's eyes became accustomed to the dim light seemed to be exclusively boys.

Seeing the strained look on Charisse's and Debbie's face, Sally said: "Oh, we expect some more couples later on. Up until you girls came it's been more or less of a stag evening. But do find a comfortable spot and take it easy while I bring you some refreshments."

"Look, George, are there going to be any more girls at this party tonight?" Charisse asked with a strained look on her face. "This looks like a stag party we dropped in on by mistake! And what kind of 'refreshments' is Sally bringing up? After that 'white lightning' in the car, I don't think I could touch another drop of liquor tonight."

"Aren't you the worry wart!" Debbie laughed instead of giving her the moral support she was looking for. "Relax and enjoy yourself, the boys and Sally are O.K."

"You might as well know, Charisse," Ralph chimed in, "that you're in for a great experience – we're all going on a trip via some LSD. That's the refreshment that Sally supplies and it's out of this world, kid!"

"But I've heard that some people go out of their minds after taking LSD," Charisse quavered as she sat on a pile of cushions next to Jerry and George.

"Ah, that's just 'square' propaganda, they try to padlock all the real groovy things in life…" Jerry said. "There's nothing to be afraid of, we've taken 'trips' at Sally's place. You'll like it once you try it…"

She looked towards Debbie, but her friend was lying against a pile of cushions nearby, and Ralph and Frank were busily feeling her up already.

"Well, here are our 'tickets' for the trip," George said, as Sally approached them with a tray on which there were tall glasses of Coke with ice cubes tinkling inside. Next to each glass of Coke there was a small china saucer with a cube of white sugar gleaming in the center. George took a Coke and a saucer with the sugar for Jerry, Charisse and himself.

"The thing I like about Sally's place is that her LSD is always pure, the only time you get a bad trip is when the stuff's been cut or doctored up to save money," Jerry told Charisse.

"Now just do exactly what I do," George told Charisse. He took the sugar cube, put it between his teeth and began to sip the Coke. "The idea is to dissolve the sugar slowly, and then you just sit back and relax…"

Charisse watched wide-eyed as the sugar cube slowly melted as George sipped the Coke.

Jerry shoved her sugar cube between her teeth and told her, "C'mon, start drinking your Coke – don't be a party pooper!"

Charisse saw that Debbie was drinking her Coke, as were Ralph and Frank. She was afraid of all this, but to freak out now would really make her a drop-out from this "in" group she was trying to cultivate and join in with. Slowly, she began to sip her Coke. It was warmish, in spite of the ice cubes floating in it, and the melting sugar cube in her mouth just made it taste sweeter.

"Are you fellows putting me on?" she asked as she finished her Coke and sugar cube. "This tasted just like a sweet Coke, and it was too warm, at best!"

"Take it easy, baby," Jerry said, "you'll be starting on your trip any second now – and so will the rest of us!"

Charisse sat quietly between Jerry and George for a few minutes, observing that everybody else was being served Cokes and sugar cubes on saucers by Sally. Suddenly she began to feel different somehow. Actual "waves" of well-being seemed to be radiating from her belly throughout her body. The good feeling began washing through her head, making her feel strangely happy, and banishing all her previous fears. Everyone at the party seemed to be so nice, Debbie, Ralph, Frank, Jerry and George – what wonderful people they really were!

"Look at all the wonderful colors in this room," Charisse marveled to George and Jerry. "They seem to be sifting and becoming so gleaming and beautiful every second – and I thought this place was kind of drab!"

"Looks like you're gonna have a good trip, baby," George comforted her. "They always are when you start out seeing colors."

Jerry was feeling her ass, but that was all right, Charisse thought, everything was all right. They were all face spirits floating in a world of color and now there was wonderful music in the background too. She looked over at Debbie and saw she was lying on her back, propped up a bit by some cushions that were under her back and her head. Her skirt was hiked up to her waist and her bush-hair and cuntlips were completely exposed. There was a smile on Debbie's face and she seemed to be gazing at some object in space as she lustfully wriggled her asscheeks. Ralph and Frank seemed to lean over her and fuss with her clothes without the slightest objection from Debbie.

George began feeling Charisse's breasts through her blouse, but she didn't object. She looked over again at Debbie and saw that most of her clothes were off. All she had on was her garter-belt, stockings and bra. She slowly unfastened her stockings and rolled them down one by one and then raised her asscheeks to remove her garter-belt. As she did so, Ralph and Frank grinned when they saw her completely exposed cunt.

"C'mon, Debbie, take it all off!" they both chorused with the old burlesque-house chant. "Take it all off right now!"

Debbie was agreeable and went about unhooking her bra, and as soon as she did, she tossed it aside. Her lush, big knockers were swinging back and forth, the nipples looking like huge pink eyes.

Ralph had his hand on her bush and now put two of his fingers between her exposed cuntlips, parting them gently and massaging her slit with a slow, steady rhythm. Debbie just leaned back, her face smiling with enjoyment and without a trace of embarrassment.

With a trace of jealousy, Charisse realized how gorgeous and voluptuous Debbie's body really was. She was now lying completely naked between Ralph and Frank. Now it was Ralph who was concentrating on her pussy and Frank who was massaging her tits. Her torso began to wriggle and squirm as the pleasure the two youths were giving Debbie became more intense. Debbie's eyes seemed to be shining with ecstasy at every touch of her cunt or breasts, as Ralph touched her clitoris she gasped.

As she gasped again at his touch, Ralph let his trousers down to the floor and stepped out of them. He pulled off his jockey shorts too and was now standing by Debbie, his big cock and balls, rigid and erect, pulsating with cunt-hunger. Seeing his huge cock waving in her face, Debbie reached for it. She wanted to grab it and lusted to put it in her mouth and give Ralph a blow job. But apparently Ralph had other ideas because he pulled his cock to one side and watched his buddy Frank busily sucking her nipples, like a hungry baby…

"I want cock," Debbie panted, "give me cock, pleeeease…"

Ralph was more than ready to oblige her as he rolled between her widespread legs. His hands began to massage her belly-button and then her thick bush-hair. His fingers reached down and spread her cuntlips gently apart, exposing her entire moist, pink slit. He began to rub her clitoris with his fingertip, using two fingers of his other hand to thrust up her vaginal entrance.

Debbie's body was now beginning to writhe and twist in earnest as she gasped, "I want to come, please make me come!"

Ralph seemed to sniff near her cunt and smiled as if the aroma there pleased him. Frank was still feeling Debbie's breasts, delightedly pinching and rubbing her erect nipples. Then, seeing how horny and hard up Debbie was becoming, he took out his big thick cock. It was rigid with a terrific hard-on and he presented the head of his dick into each of the nipples of her tits, and rubbed the shaft against the sides of her lush knockers as well.

Ralph's mouth closed over her crisp bush hair and then his mouth moved down into real cuntlapping position. His tongue worked rhythmically on her erect clitoris and then alternated with her cunt-hole. The terrific sensation in her twat was making Debbie grind her hips and ass as if she were impaled on a forging cock, instead of in Ralph's mouth.

Frank now moved his stiff cock away from her tits and placed it next to Debbie's lips. He grinned with satisfaction as she opened her mouth and with a moan practically swallowed the huge head of his dick.

"A natural born cocksucker!" Frank proclaimed aloud. "Take that whole thing in your mouth and give me a real good blow-job, baby!"

Debbie could only nod and Frank shoved so much of his cock down her throat, that it seemed to Charisse she would choke. But to her surprise, Debbie's wet, red lips began to move up and down on the huge shaft, right down to Frank's very balls.

"The balls too! The balls too!" Frank began to gasp excitedly as she sucked his throbbing cock.

Somehow the LSD made everything seem right and wonderful to Charisse. She was no longer worried about what Jerry and George might do to her. She was feeling very sexy now as she watched Debbie being cuntlapped by Ralph and blowing Frank at the same time. She began to nestle closer against Jerry and George, wanting them to cuddle her back, to start loving her. George somehow jockeyed himself against her back, and she could feel his muscular arms encircling her. Each hand grabbed one of her tits and genially began to massage them with a wonderful rhythm. She could feel his stiff prick through his pants against her ass right through her shirt. She didn't mind in the least as he tucked up her skirt, so that his cock-bulge was right against her panties. She began to sway her hips gently, knowing that it was rubbing against George's captive cock.

While she was thrilling to the feel of the big dong prodding her ass and knowing too, that she was ripening George's hard-on, Jerry's hands were between her legs. Working with a light touch, like a clever pick-pocket, Jerry had her garter belt and stockings off before she knew what was happening. Then, as he tugged at her lacy panties, she wriggled to help him along as he worked them down over her ass and off her legs. It seemed so nice to be free of garter belts and panties – she wanted all her clothing off, to enjoy these wonderful feelings and colors in a state of natural nudity. If this was the way LSD made you feel, then she was all for it!

She was getting her wish for nakedness as George unbuttoned her blouse, and as she shrugged it off, he unclasped her bra.

"Whee, that feels good!" Charisse exclaimed as he removed her bra, flung it aside and greedily fondled her naked, jiggling tits. He rolled her nipples against his palms, making them more stiffly erect and sensitive than ever.

Now Jerry began kissing her wetly between her thighs and she began to shudder with ecstasy at the thrilling feel of his tongue as it licked and thrust into her soft skin. Unconsciously, she spread her legs for him as he was kissing her inner thighs, getting closer and closer to her hot, wet pussy.

She felt George's hands leave her tits, and she smiled as she saw him step out of his trousers and shorts… then her attention was brought back sharply to Jerry's hot mouth on her thighs. His curling lips and licking tongue were making her cunt-juices flow and he wasn't even near her pussy with his mouth yet. She wriggled her asscheeks as a fiery yearning permeated her cunt and belly – she recognized it for what it was – she wanted cock – plenty of cock!

"Give it to me! Give it to me!" she pleaded pantingly as he still kept away from her cunt, kissing her inner thighs further up. She felt she would scream with frustration if somebody's cock didn't start putting out the fire in her belly.

Jerry suddenly took his head from her thigh and she felt him slowly insert two fingers between her oozing, hot cuntlips. He massaged her clitoris for a moment, then finding her cunt-hole, he shoved them in up to his knuckles. He kept pushing his fingers in and out of her vagina as he leaned over and now took her nipples and tits in his hot mouth. He sucked on her nipples until they seemed to be pinkly glowing with a fire all their own.

"Don't hog everything buddy boy," the now naked George growled at Jerry's ears as he busily sucked her tits.

Then George took his big stiff cock and started forcing its huge throbbing head between her lips. Instead of being repelled as she ordinarily would have been, the drug made the boy's big dong seem like a lovely, generous gift and she gratefully opened her mouth, enveloping his dick-head completely. George was a big boy and his cock was really enormous. She almost gagged as he kept shoving it deeper down her throat as if there were no end to the thick shaft. Finally she felt his balls gently slapping against her chin and knew he was all the way in. She kept her lips tightly on the shaft of his cock as he began to thrust it in and out with a slow, steady rhythm. "Mmmmm," she crooned. She liked the way it tasted…

Jerry was still thrusting his fingers up her cunt, while she was just aching for him to shove his cock in there. She reached down and managed to close her fingers over the shaft of his cock. Slowly she guided the head towards her cuntlips and Jerry got the idea. He took his fingers out of her cunt and let the head of his dick part her pink, wet cuntlips. Then as Charisse eagerly sucked George's cock, he found her cunt-hole and began thrusting his dick up her vagina.

She had waited so long for his cock that her cunt actually closed over it hungrily, making a sloppy sucking sound with every movement of his dick as it thrust in and out. Jerry was a big teaser and now that he knew she was going wild with hump-desire, he purposely stopped frigging into her cunt. He just let his cock rest in her twat as she wriggled her ass and bucked her hips in an effort to start him on a solid fuck-rhythm. But no matter how hard she tried, even "milking" the head of his cock with her vaginal muscles, he just kept it rammed in without moving, just to tease her in his sadistic way. And to make matters worse, she couldn't say a word because George's big dong was thrusting right down her throat.

George's cock was really beginning to twitch in her mouth. The sight of Jerry's cock in her cunt as her mouth was giving his cock a superb blow job was too stimulating. It was the horniest thing he had ever seen.

Charisse felt the shaft of his cock beginning to twitch even more and his dong began to jerk erratically in her mouth.

"I'm going to shoot my load, baby," he groaned, "I'm going to shoot…"

As he spoke she felt a hot drop of liquid on her tongue, followed by a tremendous gushing spurt of his thick creamy sperm right down her throat.

Three times it spurted as he rammed his dick-head all the way down her throat, gagging her with his hot come.

"Swallow it baby, swallow it, suck out the last drop!" he groaned.

She swallowed as he said and even put the tip of her tongue in his pee-hole to dislodge that last drop of sperm and then she felt his cock, his come over, become soft and shrinking in her mouth. She let it slip from her lips, and panted encouragement to Jerry, whose cock was still up her cunt.

"Fuck me, you sadistic bastard, move that cock, you louse!" she practically screamed at Jerry.

In her desperation to get his cock frigging her, she took her forefinger and thrust it into his rectum and kept it there.

"I'm not taking my finger out until you start fucking like a man, Jerry!" she exclaimed.

With a sudden withdrawal of his dick almost completely out of her cunt and then with a tremendous lunge back in, Jerry began fucking her with real rhythm. She grunted every time he rammed in, right up to the point where his balls slapped against her cunt. He cupped her asscheeks and thrust so deeply into her that the head of his cock seemed to penetrate into her womb.

"Fuck me harder! Shove it all the way in!" Charisse goaded him. She could feel her vaginal walls beginning to convulse and an enormous sensation building up in her cunt. It overwhelmed her.

"Mamma, Mamma, I'm coming! Mamma, he made me come! I'm coming, Mamma!" Charisse began to wail ecstatically. Her whole torso jerked as if she were in the throes of a convulsion. Jerry's dong was bathed in her hot cunt-juices as they oozed and dribbled from her twat.

"Go on, ride that pussy cowboy!" George was encouraging Jerry. "Fuck her so that she knows she's really been fucked by a man!"

Jerry's cock needed no urging now because he was close to his orgasm too. She suddenly felt his buttocks shudder convulsively and then he groaned, "I'm coming – I'm popping off right in your cunt, baby!"

She felt the spurts of his hot sperm cascade against her vaginal walls as his cock shot the whole load of his balls into her hungry cunt. His cock was going limp and yet she felt strangely frustrated. She wanted more, perhaps due to the LSD. She needed more stiff cock.

"Fuck me more," she panted even as his cock slipped out of her cunt, "fuck me more."

She was moaning – "I want cock," her legs spread and flailed, her sperm-filled cunt still yearning for stiff dick.

Suddenly one of the boys in the room she didn't know was between her legs, a big hard-on in his hand. He wet the head of his dick by sliding up and down her drooling slit, but didn't shove it up her vagina yet.

"Really ram it up her this time, Howie," one of the boys shouted. "This babe really rides cock in high style!"

Her cunt was aflame with eagerness for this boy Howie's cock. But, the sensation that she was being watched, that her yearnings were being turned into a circus made her feel ashamed. Why were they all surrounding her and picking on her? Then she remembered that there was only one other girl there: Debbie – you really couldn't count Sally because this was her business.

"Hey, I got a great idea," one of the onlooking boys shouted, "just turn her on her side and let's show her how we make a country-boy sandwich!"

Apparently the boy who was about to put his cock in liked the idea and before she knew it, she was lying on her side. Hands were prying her legs apart and she could feel the stiff prick of Howie glide its head between her cuntlips.

Behind her, she felt a pair of hands kneading her asscheeks, pulling them apart until her rectum was exposed.

"That's a real cute asshole," the boy's voice intoned humorously. "I really wonder whether this chick has had it up the old dirt road!"

For the first time that evening, Charisse was appalled at the thought of what they were going to do to her. Not only was the whole thing low-down and dirty, but all these boys seemed to have gigantic cocks. She might be ripped or torn by their reckless thrusts wherever they found a hole.

She cringed as she felt something touching her anus, but it was only the boy's finger. It felt all around her rectum, and then shoved inwards suddenly. It seemed unable to penetrate and she heard the boy say: "Get me some cold cream, her hole needs a little smoothing out and a good grease job!"

His fingers began spreading gobs of cold cream on her asshole and each time he thrust it in a little deeper. Then with a vigorous movement, he shoved it up her anus as far as it could go. She trembled at the strange sensation in her rectum, but because of the cold cream it really didn't hurt. He rammed his finger in and out several times, thrusting gob after gob of cold cream up her anus.

"That asshole ought to be smooth as silk right now!" the boy joked. "If it ain't I'm going to change my brand of cold-cream!"

The first youth's cock was still between her slightly parted cuntlips and he was beginning to feel impatient.

"Are you going to ream this broad's asshole, or do I turn her on her back and to hell with your country-boy sandwich?" he growled.

For an answer, the boy behind her grabbed her around the belly and she could feel an enormous head parting her asscheeks. The cock slid easily between her asscheeks because of the cold cream, but as the head forced its way into her rectum, stretching it mercilessly, she wailed at the sudden, intense pain.

"Migod, stop!" she pleaded, as the huge dong forced itself into her anus.

"You'll kill me!" she practically shrieked as she felt the other boy's cock thrust up into her cunt at the same time!

It seemed as if two hot branding irons were thrusting into her cunt and her asshole at the same time and meeting in her belly. Sparks of pain showered through her body, as the thick cocks of Howie and friend frigged her cunt and reamed her asshole at the same time. Her anus was especially stretched, as the boy's cock was thicker than any dick she had ever seen so far.

Her two fuckers were beginning to become very excited and the tempo of their frigging speeded up. They rammed into her without letup, panting heavily and groaning. But perhaps the LSD was beginning to take the edge of some of the pain of the two thrusting cocks. The frigging was even becoming tolerable.

"Migod," exclaimed the one who was screwing her rectum, "look at this, I might get a shit-clap!" Apparently the pumping action of his cock had smeared it with some of her brown fecal matter and was creaming over onto her asscheeks and his cock as well.

"Serves the horny little bastard right!" she gloated, "Now he'll think twice about shoving it into assholes!"

But he still continued to fuck her rectum until she began to feel an extra twitching in his shaft, an indication that he would soon come.

"C'mon, shoot your loads, boys! Let it rip," she encouraged them. The sooner they would come, the sooner they would pull their dicks out of her aching cunt and asshole.

She was right about her anus-fucker. His cock began to twitch and jerk in her asshole, and she wriggled to make him come faster. He shot his load high into her rectum, moaning, "This is the best asshole hump I've had in a long time! Wriggle it, babe, I'm shooting my wad!"

She felt the hot sperm in her anus and was glad as his cock became limp and slid out of her crack. She imagined how her asscheeks must look, especially after what he had said about a "shit-clap". She was ashamed and embarrassed before the people she knew were watching.

But as much as her asshole hurt her, Howie's cock, still screwing her cunt vigorously was giving her hot pussy-pleasure now. She could feel twitching high up in her vagina which meant she was about to come.

"Howie, make me come, I've just got to come! Fuck me, fuck me with your big cock!" she wailed.

Her ass was wriggling and her cuntlips literally curling around his cock as he kept ramming it brutally into her cunt. His balls were slapping wetly at her cuntlips at the peak of every one of his thrusts.

"This dame looks like a real hot fucker!" she heard one of the boys exclaim. "Wonder if she's a nympho and needs all that cock, or if it's just the LSD?"

She no longer cared what anyone said about her, all that mattered was Howie's cock, shoving up into her cunt with steam-roller force.

She felt his cock twitch, jerk and then he gave a mighty thrust and her whole vagina felt the spurting gush of his hot come.

"I'm coming," she wailed, "your come is making me come! Migod, I'm coming… it's like I never came before!"

She rested on her back as she felt his cock slip limply from her sperm-flooded cunt.

As if in a dream, she heard Ralph's voice saying, "This broad really likes cock so much, it's a shame to keep it from her. Excuse me while I tear off a piece. As some of you guys have found out already, 'that's eatin' stuff'!"

She lay back on the cushions in a daze, felt her legs being parted and Ralph's cock was thrusting into her sperm-drenched twat. She responded, with her cunt riding his stiff dick as if he were the first man in her twat that evening. Apparently the LSD had affected her in a peculiar way, because she came ecstatically and convulsively with Ralph too.

After Ralph, it didn't seem to make any difference. She loved everyone, people were wonderful. She'd show them she was a good sport!

"I love everybody here!" she announced to the party in general. "I want to fuck everybody here! Come an' get it, boys!"

Charisse, after all, was quite an attractive girl and she didn't have to ask twice. There wasn't a boy at Sally's place to whom she didn't freely give her cunt that memorable night.

In the morning, she awoke feeling very tired and sore between the legs.

"Hello there, sex-champ of Greystone!" Debbie greeted her, "I thought you'd never stop frigging. Do you remember asking Sally if she had a dildo? I think you wanted to take her on too!"

"Let's get back to Greystone before Miss Pringle misses us," Charisse said in a low voice.

"Don't look so sad, Charisse, honey. I think you're going to be the most sought after and popular girl in town when tonight's party gets breezed about!" Debby said.

"I'd just as soon nobody said anything about what happened tonight!" Charisse answered. "I really think that will be best for all concerned!"

"Sure, sure," Debbie agreed… "I won't say a word – but you know what boys are like…"

Charisse knew too well what boys were like. Tonight's events at the party were going to make her fair game for every hard up prick around town, and there wouldn't be too much she could do about it!