At last she rose up from the girl's tit and looked into her eyes.
'Lila, you said there would be something special. I like this. It's queer, but really groovy. Strange, though.'
'Honey, the drug is only a preliminary. The really special thing is behind you. Here, sit down.'
Sharon dropped to the sofa, into the curve of Lita's arm. Her vision seemed heavy. With an effort she swung her gaze in the direction Lita had indicated.
There stood Bud Connoly.
Her boss was naked, a dark, stocky wedge of a man, his chest matted with black fur. His cock was fully erect.
Sharon stared at it. Her perception of him was as inflated as those of Lita. This was no cock, but a cylinder of dark meat as big as his thigh. The head of it, she thought, was like a coconut. And the scrotum hanging from his crotch was a black-haired bag stretched by two great cobblestones. But when he spoke, reality returned.
'I seem to recall seeing you two girls in some whorehouse.'
His standard joke told in his drawling, country-boy accent.
Lita laughed.
Sharon felt Lita's arm curl tighter about her. A hand raised her right breast. A thumb rubbed the nipple.
Bud sat down on the coffee table, close enough that his knee almost touched Sharon's. His cock angled up toward her face. His scrotum hung down from the table, the immense balls resting on the floor.
He said, 'Now don't you girls pay me any mind. I'll just sit here and watch you have fun.'
Out of the chaos of her mind, Sharon pulled some truths. She was naked in Lita's arms. Lita's husband sat facing them, naked. He was grinning, his cock erect. He wanted to watch two girls making love.
Lita said, 'Sharon darling, this is my little surprise. You see, Bud is never unfaithful to me because he prefers waiting until I can really turn him on with another girl. Oh, we've been watching you for months. You fill our needs perfectly. Above all, you are rapaciously ambitious. You will do anything to get Nancy's job. You see, Bud is not – nor am I – interested in a quickie. We want a girl we can count on to join our little family.'
Bud said, 'Lila told me about the little old white car you got your heart set on, Sharon. It's yours. And so is Nancy's job.'
Sharon could not believe it.
Lita said, 'We had to start with you and me, darling. Because Bud insists that the girl who joins our family must really like cunt. He can't be fooled. Will you show him how you adore my pussy?'
The words sank slowly into the drugged fuzziness of Sharon's mind.
She had already decided on a course of her own. She wanted to feel Bud's cock. While Lita spoke she was reaching for it. She clasped the knob. Rather, she closed her hand on one side of the flared head. She could not have encompassed the entire bulb, even using both hands.
She then obeyed Lita's command. The girl had cocked up a leg, and Sharon bent down to her bloated, yellow-haired cuntlips. She licked the coral gash and sucked loudly. Then she curled her lips about the clit and tugged at it.
Lita moaned and squirmed about.
The size of the clit seemed to vary. Sharon realized, however, that she controlled its dimensions, and by desiring it to grow she found that the elusive, slippery pink thing could fill her mouth with pulsing flesh. She rose up, intending to tell them of her experience.
Bud said, 'Say, you do go down like honey, Sharon. Watching you suck cunt makes my pecker jump like a hound dog shot in the ass.'
As Sharon straightened she saw Lita lean forward to Bud's prodigious cock. She fisted it in both hands and licked a blob of white drip from the split. Then her lips gaped and she pressed in, filling her mouth with the immense cockhead.
A moment ago Sharon's hand had failed to cover more than a small part of the flaring head.
Now, Lita was sucking the whole thing, her cheeks drawn in to its shape.
Quickly she lipped off it, saying, 'Sharon, darling, it's your turn.'
Sharon extended her hands to the monstrosity. It was like gasping a living fence post. And yet, as she licked and nibbled the split in the end, she found that she could stretch her lips aver the cockhead, mouth it and quite easily gulp the delicious morsel.
Bud grunted, 'Now, that's what I call sucking cock! You should take lessons from Sharon, Lita. Honey, let's go in on the big bed so you can lap Sharon's cunt while she blows me… Okay?'
They moved. Sharon surrendered his prong and the three walked. Rather, she moved on clouds that seemed to have no bottom, which tanged her feet, tripping her. Someone supported her. They went through doorways.
She faced a giant bed, a playing field, a tennis-court-sized mattress.
Soon she was in the middle of it. She fisted Bud's cock. With her free hand she tried to gather up his immense balls.
She spread her legs wide to let Lita's soft mouth wash up and down her cunt.
She bent Bud's cock to her mouth, licking the fresh emission of white goo from the glans.
He said, 'Honey, I never had a cock sucked so good. But let's see if you get the picture straight. I'm a rich man. I'll give you that little old white car. Hell, it won't cost me much. I own a piece of Harris Motors, so I can buy it wholesale. Then, you can have all the clothes you want from the Boutique. You can even live here with us. There's a little suite, a bedroom and sitting room with its own bath. You can have that. And, while I'm working at the motel, you and Lita can lick cunt all you want. Fact is, I want you to. It makes me feel good.'
Sharon was trying to sucker onto his cockhead.
He pushed her back. 'Wait, honey. You got to understand. You won't be allowed to even look at any other guy. Or girl. You have only one cock, mine. And one cunt, Lita's. Understand?'
'Yes. Can I suck it now?'
He grinned. 'Why, that's the best idea I've heard in a month of Sundays!'
Sharon gobbled at the big knob. She yanked it to her, squirmed, impaling her mouth on it. The head lodged in her throat.
Lita was mouthing her cunt lips. The girl's tongue separated the hairy gates and washed her clit.
Sharon saw Bud twist about and grasp his wife's legs. Spreading them, he thrust his head between.
His thick tongue lashed out at her gash.
Sharon felt the whole triangle come alive, as though a current were circulating through them.
She was coming, hips jerking, thighs clamping on Lita's head. The orgasm peaked, burst, and another started before it had a chance to ebb away.
She sucked loudly, her head bobbing up and down. She expelled the head to study its enormous flare, to measure the size of her licking tongue in reference to it. She kissed down the blue vein at the side, raised his scrotum, and gently tucked a ball into her mouth.
She had forgiven Lita for drugging her. Why not? She had everything now, all the orgasms she could ever want. They were waiting in line, one after another, springing to life in her bowels.
She would have her car and a luxurious suite here in the Connoly home and the use of the pool for swimming naked with Lita.
In the back of her mind lurked the memory of Tom Thornton. She would have to give him up. Well, she wasn't his kind of girl. She was a whore. Exactly. A whore made to fit a triangle, a permanent husband-wife- whore arrangement.
Bud said, 'Lita, your cunt never tasted so good. It's just like honey!'
'If you think it's good, you should try it.'
'I will, honey. I'll do that. We have loads of time before Sharon goes to work at eight o'clock as the new night manager. But right now I'd like to fuck a little. You know how I like it best. Two asses side by side.'
Sharon felt the chain break. They both moved from her. She lay panting. At last they lifted her. She found herself on her knees beside Lita. Bud was behind them.
He said, 'I'll give you each three jabs, then shift.'
His hands gripped Sharon's asscheeks and spread them. An enormous blunt object pressed at her snatch.
