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To
understand what is going on, you should read the previous chapters of
San Francisco Seductions, found in the Chain Stories section of this
fine web site. Lauren Bennett let the hot water trail down her body and wash away the ache in her muscles. She'd pulled a double shift down at the café and her body was tired from standing, waiting, and serving. She rubbed fruity shampoo into her long black hair. The silky, straight hair still hung down past her shoulders, but she still felt like it was very short. Her head still felt lighter, even one month after getting it cut for the first time since she was a little girl. Still, she couldn't help but sigh as she broke with the past. After sponging her body with her pink poof, she reached for the razor. She shaved her long, shapely legs and wished her thighs were skinnier and longer. More like Kerry's. She wished she were taller than her 5'3". She wished she had the tall model's body that her blonde friend had. When her legs were satiny smooth, she took a deep breath before turning her razor on her pussy. She was careful with it, shaving it bare but for the thin landing strip of dark hair she kept above her slit. Just as Kerry had shown her last week. At first, Lauren had been scandalized by her best friend and lover's shaven sex. Lauren hadn't seen much of Kerry in recent weeks (and the two had been spending less and less time in bed together). When the sandy blonde pulled off her little thong to reveal her cunt, completely devoid of a single curl of pubic hair, Lauren blanched. It was so bad. It was so slutty! Yet so beautiful at the same time. The blonde told Lauren how much better it made sex. Much more intense. After fooling around a little, the women had adjourned to the shower so that the brunette could experience the pleasures of a shaven twat. Kerry was kind enough to leave a little mohawk of dark hair "as a reminder of the old days." Neither girl got much sleep that night. Lauren toweled herself off, glancing at herself one more time in the mirror. "I'm too pale," she thought to herself one more time, but in reality, she didn't believe it. She knew that guys loved the pale skin, dark hair look. Especially coupled with her light blue eyes. The light dusting of freckles across her little, upturned nose and high cheek bones also was a point of weird pride for Lauren. A few months ago, before arriving in San Francisco, she never would have scrutinized herself like this - at least not in a positive way. Now, she was able to smile and flip her dark hair happily as she exited the bathroom. She pulled on a sheer bra and panty set. It was black and delicate, the gauzy material doing nothing to hide her pink, silver dollar nipples or her dark wisp of pubic hair. Underwires lifted her soft, large breasts, enhancing the amount of cleavage that would peek from the tight silver tank top she planned on wearing. She slithered into a pair of tight black pants. The waist sat very low on her hips and she had to make sure that her thong remained tucked and hidden away. She checked herself in the mirror, bending over. The trousers were tight and stretchy enough not to slip too far down her firm buttocks, and they would keep her reverse cleavage hidden as she moved on the dance floor. Tall, strappy heels lengthened her body. Make-up and accessories accentuated her beauty. She was ready to go. One month ago, she would never have stepped out into public dressed like this. She hadn't owned a stitch of clothing that molded to her body like her slacks and tank top did now. Maybe it was losing her virginity. Maybe it was cutting her hair. She didn't know what brought about her change, but she didn't question it. She felt good. She felt confident. Tonight, Lauren was going to finally meet Kerry's mystery guy. Against all the odds, it appeared that the free spirited blonde had settled down with a boyfriend. When the two eighteen-year-olds had arrived in San Francisco, it didn't take them long to get introduced to the quick pace of city life. Casual sex, once a mortifying idea to Lauren, was now a healthy part of her lifestyle. Kerry had helped her come into this lifestyle. At first, their two roommates, Samuel and Jarrod, were enough to satisfy the blonde's hunger. But after a month of roommate sex, Kerry was ready to expand their circle. It was around this time that Kerry introduced her innocent friend - her eighteen-year-old virgin - to the wonders of sex with their roommate Sam. Since then, the curvy brunette had fooled around with Sam on a couple of occasions - and loved all of them - but she'd otherwise stayed celibate, concentrating primarily on making enough money to pay the bills. She'd even gone out on a few dates with men she'd met at the café, but they had lead to nothing more than a little making out at her doorstep. Despite her newfound sexual awakening, she still was nervous about sleeping with these guys. Anyway, a few weeks ago, Kerry had met a guy named Casey. Now she only sees him, although none of the roommates had met him yet. They even teased her, saying he didn't exist. Kerry was strangely shy to introduce Casey to the others. Lauren would be the first. Shelter was one of the newer clubs in the city. The San Francisco Chronicle touted it as a chic, urban center where the beautiful young creatures of the city met and danced. Stylish revelers swayed to the throbbing trance beats on the spacious dance floor lit by strobe lights, lasers, polished chrome, and the swing of dancing glow sticks. Lauren, who had only been to a few cheesy dance clubs with Kerry, was unprepared for this large and largely hip rave. She waded through the crowd, who parted before her with happy smiles and welcomes, and made her way to the backroom bar where Kerry said she would be waiting with Casey. Kerry was as stunning as ever. Her sandy blonde hair was twisted and pinned back just like it had been to their Senior Prom. Her outfit, however, was far from any prom dress: tight, dark jeans that were slung incredibly low on her slender hips; a tiny little gold halter top that hung loosely over her perfectly proportioned tits and complimented her bronzed skin; hoop earrings, glittery make-up, tall, strappy heels that pushed her athletic butt out and stretched her long body to 5'10". Kerry was smiling broadly, her dimples emerged and her eyes glowed. She screeched when she saw her friend and ran to her, keeping masterful balance on those tall heels. The blonde hugged her friend enthusiastically, crushing the shorter girl's full breasts against her own body. "I'm sooo glad you could make it!" Kerry yelled over the dance music. She hugged her friend again, then backed up enough to get an eye-full. Her hazel eyes scanned Lauren's body in a way that made the brunette's freckled cheeks flush. Their eyes locked. "God, you're so beautiful," the tall girl said, then leaned down and planted a soul-searing kiss on her friend's lips. That drew some stares. When the two girls broke their deep kiss, Kerry introduced her roommate to Casey. "My boyfriend." It was weird hearing those words utter forth from the blonde's lips. Casey was older than Lauren had expected. She estimated that he was somewhere in his thirties. But he was also very attractive. His shaved head gleamed in the colored lights above, and he had a trimmed, blonde goatee and mustache under a noble nose and a strong jaw line. He wore a tight black t-shirt that stretched over his muscles. His arms were large and adorned with black tattoos that rippled sinuously. His head bobbed to the beat of the music, taking the occasional pull from a cigarette in his hand. He nodded to Lauren confidently and said, "I've heard a lot about you. Kerry talks about you all the time." He gestured to the slim girl, who was bouncing to the beat of the music. Lauren couldn't really say the same about Casey, so she nodded politely. "Hey, I need to go and fix my lipstick," Kerry said, leaning into Lauren. She ran her hand along the brunette's shoulders as she did so. "Want to come along?" A look flashed through Kerry's eyes. Lauren nodded. "What do you think of him?" Kerry asked when they were out of earshot of Casey. "He's a hunk," Lauren said truthfully, then blushed. "I think I need a drink." Kerry gave her that look again, but said nothing. Her smile only broadened. "Have I told you that I love you, Lauren?" The shorter girl shot her friend a quick, shocked glance. Kerry kept smiling. "No--shit… that sounds like I'm in love with you!" She giggled. "I'm not! I just… think you're really awesome, that's all. None of my other friends would come out to San Francisco with me! You know?" They danced through the crowd, smiling and laughing at the other dancers. "You've been so supportive of me! And… we've had a lot of fun." She paused. "A lot of fun," she repeated. They entered the bathroom. Like the rest of the club, it was decorated with sleek metal and orange neon. The sink basin was polished black slate. "We've known each other for what? Nine years? Since my parents died? And you've been there for me the whole time! Lauren, I love you!" They hugged once again. "You're my best friend." "Hey, I love you, too," Lauren said, a bit embarrassed. "See, I love the way you blush at that. I love your innocence. I love your cute nose." She held the other girl closer, pinning her against the sink. "I love your pale blue eyes, and your freckles." Their faces were close now. Lauren could feel her friend's breath on her face. "And I love the way your body is so tight and slender and your tits look almost too big for such a fucking hot body." They lips brushed against each other and Lauren moaned. "And your pussy tastes better than any other pussy that I've tried." In the back part of Lauren's mind, she was shocked to hear that Kerry had been with girls other than herself, and mildly jealous. Right now, she wanted to taste this woman's saliva on her tongue. But then, Kerry backed off, smiling down at her friend. Both girls were flushed. Kerry picked up the beat that filtered in through the walls and went to the next sink. She reached into her bag and pulled out her lipstick. "I need a drink," Lauren muttered again, recovering. "You're such a tease." "I've got something better," the blonde with the prom-night hairdo said, reaching into her purse. "Better than what?" "A drink," she said. "Hold out your hand." Unsure what to do, Lauren did as she was told. Kerry reached into her purse, extracted something, and placed it in her friend's hand. It was a small, white pill that looked like an Aspirin. "What is it?" Lauren asked, but she already knew. Her ears were burning. Kerry looked around the bathroom, making sure no one was in any of the stalls. Then, she leaned over and whispered, "It's Ecstasy. Try it. It's better than anything I've ever felt before." "Are you…" The blonde nodded. "Oh yeah, I'm rolling. Come on, it's not going to kill you." "But…" "Sweetheart, I promise. You'll thank me for it later. Remember Sam?" If it were possible, Lauren's blush deepened. "But I'm scared." "Don't be, honey. I'm here. I'll take good care of you. And in a half hour, you'll have no worries." "Are you sure that it's okay? I mean, I've… I've heard things." "Lauren, baby, love… I've done it five times before tonight. Anything wrong with me?" Five times! This was all so confusing. All so disorienting. She looked at her friend, who was smiling broadly at her. Kerry's charisma infected her - just as it always did. She shrugged. What the hell. She popped the pill in her mouth and downed it with water. The two girls returned to the dance floor. *** For the first half hour, Lauren felt nothing. She tried to immerse herself in the music, but she couldn't shake the nervousness from the back of her mind. She had done a drug! She had taken E! She was walking over to the bar for a break when it hit her. Suddenly the world felt like it was bouncing. Like she was walking across a trampoline. "Rolling" was the perfect term for the way she felt. She grabbed hold of the bar to steady herself, then realized that the bar, too, seemed to move and dance in her hand. Her moment of vertigo passed quickly, though, and instantly she was aware of the music that pulsed all around her. Her body caught that pulse and she felt the irresistible urge to move along with it. She turned her head, looking out across the dance floor, and was entranced by the lights that flickered down on the crowd. Her brain seemed to melt back into her head, and it felt wonderful. Everything felt wonderful. The lights made her happy. The dancers out there made her happy. She felt a hand on her shoulder and she shivered. She could feel all the little hairs stand up where those fingers brushed. Turning her head, she was greeted by the tall, handsome face of Casey, her best friend in the whole world's awesome boyfriend! "You feel it?" he asked, smiling. She was suddenly aware that he, too, was dancing to the beat. But more subdued than the way she felt. He was so cool. She was so cool, too! She began to pick up her feet, swing her hips. But the two never broke that eye contact. His eyes were too beautiful not to look at, Lauren thought. "Yes! This is awesome!" He reached into his pocket and handed her something. "What's this?" she said, turning it over in her hands. "It's gum. You're going to start to grind your teeth. It'll protect them." "Awww… you are so thoughtful! I'm so happy for you and Kerry." She felt such a deep connection with this guy that she had only spent a few hours with. She felt the urge to give him a hug and did it. He happily returned her hug. "You two are so cute together," Kerry's voice drifted in. They broke their embrace, unashamed, and looked at her. "Can't you just feel that music? Don't you feel so in tune with it?" "Yes," Lauren nodded. Nodding her head felt great. "I feel so good, Kerry! You were so right. I do love this feeling. And I love you." The girls hugged once again. "It's strange… not like what I thought I'd feel. I thought it was going to make me into a sex-hungry animal." They all laughed. "But this feels so different. It's not so much sexual as just… good." She shrugged. "I feel so close to you guys!" "Come on, honey, let's dance," Kerry said, taking hold of her hand and pulling her out onto the dance floor. For the next couple hours, Lauren was rolling high and feeling no pain. She found herself constantly moving to the techno beat. Casey was right, she did feel the urge to grind her teeth together. She chewed that piece of gum until there was no flavor left, and then kept at it. She also felt constantly dried out. The three of them would take turns going to the bathroom to refill their water bottle. At last, the three danced into the backroom bar, where they first met. Lauren still felt the urge to dance and move her body, but now her legs felt like they were planted to the floor. "It's like, my feet are gigantic cinder blocks!" she was explaining. She still felt good, but she could feel the warmth in her body begin to subside. Casey, who was talking to someone else, excused himself and they walked off. Kerry leaned in close to Lauren and whispered, "Would you like another pill?" "Umm… I don't know. I still feel pretty good." "Oh, but it'll be so good. One more, honey. We can do it together." Lauren knew she couldn't say no, and didn't want to. Just then, a handsome gentleman approached the two girls. He was probably in his late twenties with dark, curly hair and side burns. He smiled at the two of them, who smiled right back. He leaned in and said to Kerry, "I was just wondering… do either of you have any E?" Interesting coincidence. Thank God Kerry had the presence of mind to say, "Are you a police officer?" He looked a little nervous and shook his head. "No, I…" he scratched his head, trying to think of the best way to say whatever he wanted to say. He really was nervous, Lauren realized. He looked over his shoulder at a girl who was sitting against the bar, wringing her hands anxiously. She was beautiful, long, straight brown hair. "I'm here with my wife and… we've never done that. We wanted to try." "Is she a police officer?" Kerry asked. He shook his head. "No," he said solemnly. Kerry tapped a slender finger over her ruby red lips. "Hmm… let me see what I can do." And with that, she disappeared, leaving Lauren with this stranger. "Hi, I'm Gordon. It's… it's nice to meet you." "Lauren," the dark haired girl said, offering her hand. She found herself nodding her head to the music and feeling incredibly relaxed and good, even in the awkward silence. "Your wife is very beautiful," she said after a pause. Before the man could thank her, she said, "You're not so bad yourself." "Why thank you," he said, breaking eye contact with her. "Your wife shy?" He nodded. "She's really nervous about doing this." "Why don't you ask her to come over here? I'll try to help her feel at ease." "Susan," he gestured to his beautiful wife. "Why don't you come over here." Susan was terrified at what she was about to do. Not that she was a goody-two-shoes. She drank occasionally, she even smoked a little pot back in college. But Ecstasy seemed so wrong. So out of reach. These feelings couldn't kill her desire to try it, however. Lauren watched as the older woman approached her. She had to admit, Susan was beautiful. She was willowy. Maybe as tall as Kerry, but with a much slighter body. Her breasts were smaller than her friend's, but this fit her runway model like body. And there was a maturity that the shy woman seemed to exude. The tall brunette wore a sparkly skirt that hung just above her knees, and a pair of black, calf-high boots. For a top, she was wearing a tight white blouse. Not really club-wear, but then again, Susan didn't appear to be a club girl. She did her best to put the couple at ease. She explained that this was her own first time trying anything like this and that it was fantastic. Casey came back and took the guy aside. They talked, shook hands, and something was exchanged. "Let's go onto the dance floor. Easier to be more discreet out there, when you take it." The five of them took a pill and made their way back out onto the dance floor. That rolling sensation returned for Lauren, although this time, the feeling wasn't quite so intense. The five of them danced on waves of serotonin late into the night Susan was going through the euphoric awakening that Lauren had undergone earlier in the night. She was so happy to be here. She loved her husband so much and wanted to thank him for setting this all up. She danced close to him, loving the way the musky smell of his sweat mixed with his cologne. "I love you so much, honey. We were so lucky to find each other. There is not a single other person I'd rather be wedded to in the whole world. Not a single person." They kissed on the dance floor, not caring at all what those around them thought. His tongue felt so good. This felt so right. She was so happy to have met these three, wonderful strangers. Especially Lauren. She felt so close to the younger girl. "You remind me of me. We are so much alike!" Susan tried to explain as the two women stood off to the side, taking a water break while the others danced. "I know! Isn't it amazing! It's like we were meant to meet!" Lauren said excitedly, genuine exhilaration reflected in her eyes. "I feel so close to you, I could kiss you!" the taller woman said before she realized what she was saying. The black haired girl put her arm around Susan's waist and said, "Would you like to?" She was smiling and her large eyes were wide and patient. "I couldn't do that!" Susan said. In any other situation, this would have made her extremely uncomfortable. But she really did feel a close connection to Lauren. Like they had been sisters their entire lives, separated as babies. Now, reunited, they felt that connection once again. "I won't tell if you won't," Lauren said, her smile never wavering. "Quick, before the others come over." "Okay, but just a little kiss." She didn't know what was going on or why she was doing it, but she just had to feel this younger woman's lips on hers. She dipped her head down and brought her face within inches of Lauren's. They both laughed, then brushed lips against one another. Lauren's lips were both incredibly soft and incredibly hot. She hadn't expected the girl's lips to feel so good, against hers, and it didn't take much prompting from the other girl to deepen the kiss. Susan felt Lauren's hand on the back of her neck, drawing her closer. They bumped noses and laughed, breaking the kiss. "Did you enjoy that?" Lauren asked. "Because I did." Susan nodded her head. She was short of breath. It felt like someone had laid a brick on her chest and she had to work to draw air. Their eyes locked, pale blue falling into dark brown. An unspoken agreement was made. Their lips came together once again, this time both knew what they wanted. Tongues unfurled, dipping and tasting one another's wet mouths. Susan's heart felt like it was going to burst, each quick pulse firing little shock waves down to her sex. She grew wet. She knew she shouldn't be doing this. She knew that things were progressing into serious water. Lauren pushed her wade of gum into the willowy woman's mouth playfully, and at last they broke their kiss, laughing. "Wow…" was all Susan could say. "Don't mention it," Lauren replied, winking. "Come on, let's dance!" *** The five of them stayed until the club closed at 4. "What now?" Lauren asked, still riding high. "Well, I know of a little post party we could all go to. Kerry knows about these." The blonde's hazel eyes flashed at the mention of the post party. "Sounds like fun," Lauren said, not quite sure how to read her friend's eyes except that it was bound to be a good time. "You two game?" Casey asked the married couple. "Sure," Gordon answered, then looked at his wife for approval. She nodded, her head bobbing and smiling to the last songs of the night club. "Then let's go!" They cabbed out of the city and into Berkley, where the post-party was being held. The five of them were still lit when they got there. "Where are we going to sleep?" Susan asked her husband as they knocked on the door to a ritzy looking house. "Relax," Kerry said. "There are plenty of beds to crash in." She rubbed her hand slowly along Susan's arm, who started to look a little uncomfortable. Lauren nudged her friend, giving her a stern shake of her head. They entered the house, greeted by a sprinkling of people that were lounging around in the kitchen. Subdued drum and bass played in the background, and the lights were dimmed low. The room smelled of pot and cigarettes, a smell that Kerry was getting quickly used to. It occurred to her that maybe her friend might not be ready for this scene. She looked over at the beautiful, trim girl and held out her hand. Lauren took it, and Kerry squeezed it reassuringly as they entered the living room. Dylan, a large, muscled black man wearing a tight, black club shirt, looked over his shoulder and waved at the new crowd. "Casey, Kerry. Glad you could join us!" He then turned back around, leaned over the glass coffee table, and snorted a line of coke, right in front of their eyes. Kerry felt Lauren squeeze her hand. The black haired girl's eyes were as wide as saucers as she took in the whole scene. Usually, this kind of thing was regulated to the bedrooms. It was pretty late, though, and sometimes, when the partiers had fucked enough to emerge from the backrooms, they partied out here. The coffee table was covered in the white, powdery stuff and a beautiful Asian girl was cutting lines of it as they entered. "Hiya, Casey," she said in a light, British accent. "Want me to make you one?" The girl's shiny black hair was clipped back with a jade hairpin and she was wearing her tight leather pants and halter outfit. "No thanks, Lin. I'm good for now." "Your friends then?" she asked, reaching for the tightly rolled hundred from the black man. Kerry said, "I'd like to try." She felt Lauren's stare, but didn't take her eyes off Lin's. "No, baby. Not tonight," Casey said. "I think you should be thinking straight the first time you try that stuff." "She can think for herself," the beautiful Asian said, snorting up the line she'd just made for herself. She tipped her head back, eyes closed, and swallowed hard. When her eyes opened, they were swimming. "Kerry's a big girl. Come on, sweetheart, take a seat next to me." The blonde knelt down beside Lin and looked at the pile of blow before her. Lin began to cut her a line when Casey said, "No, Lin. I said not tonight!" He was firm without raising his voice, but everyone in the room knew that he had put his foot down. The Asian put her hand around Kerry's shoulder and swayed with her a little. "Too bad, not tonight." The women looked at each other. "My room's open if you want to… be happy in other ways." "Like what do you mean?" the sandy blonde asked innocently. "Oh, you tease," Lin said, bringing her lips to Kerry's. She wrapped her hand around the back of Kerry's neck, drawing her closer. Their lips parted, heads tilting as they sucked and played with each others tongues. Susan felt like she was about to hyperventilate. Her breathing became ragged. She felt overheated. She began to see pin pricks at the edges of her vision. They were blotting out the light. Her field of vision narrowed. She felt weak in the knees. These people were doing drugs so casually. These two girls were doing something that, while she had just done it, still turned her stomach. This was too much. Too much. "Bring her this way," she heard someone say. The voice was distant. Hollow. Lauren was feeling a little queasy as well, the feelings of the Ecstasy dimming. What was happening to her friend? What world had she gotten herself into? She followed Casey and the couple, giving one last, wistful look back at her best friend, who was now laying on her back, the Asian woman straddling her, their faces still together in a passionate lip-lock. Casey led the three of them up to what looked like the master bedroom. "Put her down on the bed," he said, opening a window to let in fresh air. "She'll be fine. She just needs to relax a little. Gordon, rub her shoulders. It feels great when you're rolling and it'll take her mind off other things." Gordon did what Kerry's boyfriend told him to. Casey crouched down between Susan's legs, took her hands in his, and gently massaged her finger tips. "Hey," he said gently. "Susan. Hey, look at me." Susan lifted her lolling head up enough to look into Casey's eyes. "Do you feel your husband's hands on your back? Doesn't that feel wonderful? I want you to concentrate on that feeling. Close your eyes and just feel." Her eyes flashed fear one last time, then she closed them. She was very beautiful, Casey thought as he stared at her. She was wearing maybe a little too much mascara, but who at Shelter didn't? He realized that it was a mistake to bring all the newbies here as soon as they walked into the living room. His friends were a nice enough bunch, but his subculture was sometimes a bit shocking. He glanced across the room to where Lauren was sitting. She had one of the most amazing, compact bodies that he'd seen in a while. He wondered if Kerry would mind if something happened between Lauren and himself. She'd most likely act like she was cool with it, but occasionally, he got a sense that the girl wasn't as secure as she liked to make out to be. He knew that it was just a symptom of the drug, but he felt so connected with all the people in this room. He looked over Susan's shoulder at Gordon and thought about what a good couple the two of them made. They were a very pretty couple, suited best for country clubs and fancy restaurants. Not his world. They were tourists here, but then again, Casey always liked being the tour guide. Susan's eyes were open now and they were regarding this sexy, bald guy before here. His tattoos marked him out as the type of man that she wasn't usually attracted to, and his lifestyle was so wrong… She closed her legs, feeling the warmth that started to radiate between them at all the dirty thoughts she was having. Her husband's hands felt so good they were making her horny, but she needed more. Her eyes locked onto Casey's. A million things were passed between the two of them. She glanced over at Lauren. So beautiful. So young. Then back at Casey. She felt closer to these strangers than anyone she'd ever known. They had shared something. An experience. A night. And goddamn, she didn't want that night to end just yet. Casey's lips met Susan's. She felt the tickle of his goatee on her soft skin, the musk of his body that had spent the night dancing. Their tongues slid easily into place next to one another, pulling and pushing back and forth. The kiss felt wonderful. She tasted every molecule of this other man's mouth - the first mouth she'd kissed since she'd starting seeing Gordon so many years ago. The first male mouth, she thought, feeling the heat rise on her cheeks. She tasted the bitterness of his cigarettes and his strong, whiskey drinks. She tasted something sweeter on his tongue. She slid her tongue across his teeth, marveling in their slippery smoothness. She cradled his head in her hands, dove deeper. She needed more. More. Gordon didn't know what to do. He watched his wife make-out with another man right in front of him, and all he could do was keep massaging her shoulders. His heart sped up, his eyes bugged out, but strangely, he did not feel upset. His stomach turned, yet he did not get angry. A far more primal urge overwhelmed those rational emotions. He felt lust. He moved his hands off her shoulders, under her arms and down along her side. He was as surprised as anyone when he felt his fingers start to pop the buttons of her blouse. He needed to feel her bare skin against his fingers. He needed to cup her supple breasts in his hands. Lauren was shocked at what was transpiring before her. She watched in stunned fascination as the men undressed the willowy woman with the soft brown hair. Her skin was lightly bronzed, slight tan lines around her breasts. Her nipples were round and hard, somewhere between light brown and pink. Casey sucked one into his mouth, and Lauren found herself licking her lips subconsciously. Her hands moved of their own volition, slipping down along the outside of her crotch. She could feel the heat of her pussy through her trousers. She knew it wouldn't be long before she was as naked as Susan. Casey slid his hands along Susan's thighs, pushing her sparkly skirt up as they went. The tangy smell of her arousal was strong in his nose. He loved it. He loved this night. He felt great and wanted this beautiful brunette before him to feel great as well. She had on a small silver thong, damp with her leaking juices. Casey reached up and pushed the thong to the side, revealing two beautiful pussy lips, plump and clean shaven, parted enough to hint at treasures inside. He stroked her a couple times before pulling off her thong, giving him full access to her pussy. Her fingers eagerly helped him remove the skimpy underwear, hiking her skirt up all the way around her slender hips. To his disappointment, she wasn't completely bald but kept an inverted triangle above those glistening folds, trimmed and meticulously groomed. Susan shut her eyes hard as she felt these two men caress her soft body. Her husband's hands were gentle over her perky breasts, familiar yet still highly intoxicating. Casey's hands were more demanding than her husband's, more forceful. In his hands, she felt like she was losing control and she loved it. His hands pulled the gusset of her thong - the thong that only her husband was ever meant to see - and tasted her freshly shaven cunt lips - the lips that only her husband had ever tasted. When he went to pull her panties off, Susan's body reacted in the only way it allowed: she helped him tear the confining things off. Eyes still shut, she held her breath in anticipation of Casey's returning lips. When the feel of his warm, flat tongue didn't come, she began to open her eyes in protest when she felt a different sensation against the engorged mouth of her pussy. The smooth, bulbous head of a cock. "Ngh!!" she gasped as Casey pushed into her cunt. "AH! AHHHHH!!" It was all so wrong. It was all so big! She felt every nerve ending sigh as this strange penis slipped into her, stretching her, fucking her. "OH, GOD!" she screamed, cumming for the first time that evening. "OH, GOD! OHGODOHGOD!! OHHHHH!!!" When the stars of her orgasm cleared, Casey was still with her, his thick cock dipping in and out of her married vagina. Her heart felt like it was on fire. Her breathing came labored and uneven. She felt her body preparing itself for another orgasm, practically on the heels of the last. Gordon's hands were still on her breasts, the familiar thumbs caressing her nipples. He felt his tongue on her neck, on her ears. So much stimulation. So much pleasure. "You are so hot, baby," he whispered into her ear, his voice with growling with lust. "Let go, baby. I want to see you completely let go." His hands squeezed her breasts harder, his teeth nipped painfully at her ear. "Oh! Oh! Oh!" she panted, feeling the world slip out from under her feet. Casey was a pull between her legs, fucking her hard enough to cause her entire body to shudder with each thrust. Her pussy steamed. "YES! YES! THERE! OHHH!!" Her husband's hands pinched her nipples, twisting them violently. "AH! AHHHHHH!!!" Her body shuddered, muscles clenching then releasing as she came and came and came. Lauren brought herself to her own orgasm, her tight slacks unbuttoned, her fingers furiously diving into the smooth lips of her pussy. The sight before her - a live porno - was just as overwhelming as the sight downstairs with all the drugs. There was just as much excess in this room as there was spread all over the coffee table, only here, the young brunette handled it in a much different way. She felt like a little girl, looking in on something that she knew was wrong. That she knew she shouldn't be witnessing. Yet the urge to get herself off was too great to resist. Somewhere in the haze of her orgasm, as she watched the three players in front of her rearrange themselves, Lauren knew that she had to get out of there or else get sucked in. She imagined herself in the middle of the bed, lapping at the beautiful, cum-filled pussy of the other woman as one man drilled her young pussy, the other getting his dick polished in the older woman's eager mouth. Casey, who was saving his cum for Susan's third orgasm, directed her onto all fours on the bed, thrusting into her well-lubricated pussy from behind. He grabbed her long brown hair, pulling her head to his and saying, "Suck your husband off. You swallow, right?" She nodded her head quickly. "Good girl. I want you to eat his spunk. Only then will your little cunt feel mine. Understand, slut?" Again, that short nod before he released her. Lauren began to rim her pussy once again as she watched the men take Susan. Gone was the sophisticated model she'd met at Shelter. The woman with a cock in either end of her long and lean body could easily be her before the night was over, and the thought scared the young girl. Something Susan said earlier returned to her: "You remind me of me. We are so much alike!" Lauren fought to stand. Still, desire and lust fought for her to stay. To watch. To continue thumbing her clit. She bit her lip as she felt her second orgasm begin to build. Susan was jacking her husband's cock off as she sucked it into her mouth, her body sliding back and forth between the two. She'd push back against Corey's cock as she pulled her husband's from her mouth, then she'd swallow her husband's as Corey's pulled free. Lauren knew that if she let herself cum, she'd soon be getting her first taste of group sex. It took all her willpower to stand up and button her pants, but she did it. Her legs felt like silly putty and she had to clutch the chair for support. She still felt good from the E, still felt so alive. But the more rational parts of her brain were screaming, "Get out! Get out!" and at last, she was able to stand and walk out the door. The living room was dark and quiet, the drugs cleaned up as all the users retired to the bedrooms to fuck and be happy. The night air felt good against her body, warm yet crisp and she sucked in the dewy smell of the imminent dawn. Everyday was a new day, with new challenges, new problems, and new discoveries. Looking back at the house, she thought about all the new discoveries that she had made the previous day, and hoped that all her new problems wouldn't carry over. |
