the zipper and caught her pubic hair in it. 'Damn!' she swore, then reached for the shirt.
She surveyed herself in the mirror and noticed that the cheeks of her ass more than filled the jeans. Turning, she saw in the mirror the well-defined outline of her pussy and a slight chill went through her as she realized how totally helpless she was. Wendy gave a start as Trudy knocked on the doorframe and peeked in smiling.
'I wore about the same thing the first night I got here,' Trudy remarked and entered the room.
Wendy looked at the short pleated skirt and the see-through blouse Trudy was wearing. The outlines of her nipples were plainly definable through the gossamer material and Wendy felt a twinge of envy as she glanced at the silver sandals on Trudy's feet.
'Are… are those your clothes?' Wendy asked as Trudy sat on the edge of the bed and smiled at her.
'They are now – Stella bought them for me last week,' she laughed and lifted the hem of her short skirt to expose her naked pussy. 'Forget about wearing panties and bra, though – they're not allowed.'
Wendy's face flushed as the girl exposed herself, then fell back on the bed and bounced up and down a bit. 'Hey… this is a bitchin' bed, mind if I share it with you sometime?'
Wendy looked at the lewd expression on the girl's face and she was suddenly aware of what had passed between them in the shower. She shrugged. 'Sure… why not? Better'n the shower!'
'Right on, Wendy!' Trudy said and laughed.
The sound of voices came to them from the hallway, then there was a key in the lock. Paul opened the door and stepped into the room. He smiled appraisingly at Wendy, then noticed Trudy on the bed.
'Hey, I'm glad you two've met. I've got big plans for both of you…'
Trudy bounced off the bed and Wendy looked on in surprise as the girl kissed Paul on the mouth, then ran her hand over the bulge in his crotch. 'You better have big plans for us… we made it in the shower. I ate her pussy!'
'Hey, that's neat!' Paul exclaimed and chuckled as he saw Wendy blushing heavily. 'Look…' he said as he disengaged himself from Trudy's arms and brushed her hand away from his bulging fly, 'whatever you want to do here is okay – and that includes sex play of any kind.' He saw the doubting look on Wendy's face and he reached out to touch her full tits.
'I mean that, Wendy. Any kind of sex play is okay with all of us. We want you to be completely free while you're here with us – understand?'
Wendy felt his hand move from one breast to the other as she looked up and asked him, 'How long will I have to stay here, Paul?'
He pinched her nipple playfully, then slapped her lightly on the ass. 'Come on, Trudy and I will introduce you to the rest of the family… supper's on the table.'
Wendy picked at her good nervously as the conversation around the table continued; it was almost entirely about sex and she had been forced to sit there and listen as Trudy gave a blow-by-blow description of the shower. Her face had burned brightly as the girl described each and every touch, it seemed, to the avid listeners. Raising her eyes from time to time, she found the others looking from Trudy to her and all were smiling.
Now, the conversation had left her and Paul was relating some earlier experience to them. Wendy glanced from face to face as she surveyed her new 'family'. Beside her sat Trudy; on her right, Stella sat at the head of the table, with Paul sitting at the opposite end. Directly across from her sat a pretty young black girl – Ruby, who was about her age, only very small in stature. She was about the size of Wendy's thirteen-year-old sister, with the exception of her small, but well-developed breasts. Beside her, a sullen girl of about eighteen picked at her food with less interest than Wendy was showing.
Wendy listened as Paul's words were directed at this girl – Joni – and it was obvious that she was to be punished for something that had happened earlier in the day. Wendy felt a sudden sympathy for the girl as both Paul and Stella berated her.
Besides Paul, there were two other men at the table. Gino was a darkly handsome youth of about twenty. His black hair was cut in a Prince Valiant shag and his mouth seemed to smile continually. Yet Wendy chilled as she looked into his eyes, for there was something cold and foreboding about the boy she could not define. Next to Gino, a tall muscular black man named Buck shoveled food into his mouth like it was the first meal he had eaten in a week. But of all the people of her new family, Wendy felt the most comfortable about him. He had an easy, jovial manner that seemed to take the edge off her situation. Each time Buck would look up at her, he would smile and wink as if to say. It's gonna be all right, little lady.
There were seven in all and Wendy made eight. As Stella nodded to Ruby and Joni, the plates were cleared from the table and the two girls served hot apple pie. Still, Wendy could not force herself to eat. Too much had happened for her body to respond to the normal need at that point in time, and she longed for the comfort of the small bed upstairs – alone.
Her mouth filled with pie, Ruby turned to Stella and asked, 'If she's a virgin… she can't join the party tonight, can he, Stella?'
Smiling, Stella shook her head. 'I don't know… I think Paul has something special planned – just for her,' and as she spoke, Stella turned her gaze on Wendy. 'But Wendy isn't the only one who might miss out on the fun,' and she looked at Joni.
Joni looked up, the expression on her face one of surprise. She glanced at Paul; he shrugged and spoke softly, 'You know the rules, Joni… you play, you pay.'
The girl's expression turned to open hostility as she kicked back her chair and threw her napkin down. 'Shit!' she swore and turned to storm from the room.
Paul stopped her with a single word. The girl turned slowly and faced him with her fists clenched. He smiled as he stood and walked to where she stood, her body shaking with rage. 'Apologize to everyone, Joni…' he said softly.
'Fuck you in the ass!' she spat back, then turned to face those at the table, 'Fuck all of you!' and she turned to run up the stairs as Wendy stared after her in awe.
Paul shrugged and returned to the table. As he picked up his fork, he glanced at Buck and told him, 'Call Clarence a little later, will you?'
A chilled silence fell over the table as the others resumed eating. As Wendy reached for her glass of milk, she felt as though she had cotton in her mouth. She turned to Stella and asked, 'May I get a glass of water, please?'
Stella smiled warmly and lay down her fork. 'I'll get it for you, honey. Sit still.'
She returned in a moment with a glass of orange juice and Wendy looked at it curiously. 'Go ahead… lots of vitamins. Better than water for you.'
Wendy accepted the small glass and drained it in a single gulp. There was a faint metallic taste left in her mouth, but she thought no more about it as Stella sat down and began chatting with Ruby. Suddenly, Wendy felt a cold sweat break out on her body and the room swam before her eyes. She tried to speak out but the words seemed to stick in her throat. She looked about the table to find everyone staring at her. She felt Trudy's hand on her arm and as all their voices seemed to run together, Wendy heard Paul speak above the others, 'Looks like Wendy might like to lie down for a while.'
Then, there was the sound of chairs scraping the floor and Wendy was suddenly dizzy. Someone helped her to her feet and Trudy's voice came to her from far off, 'Hang in there, baby… it'll go away in a few minutes. It never lasts long.'
Wendy wondered what the girl was talking about. She moved as though she were in a dream and she saw the others floating about her, all headed in the same direction. Then Wendy saw the fireplace and someone was helping her to sit on the couch. Her vision cleared momentarily and she saw the furniture had been arranged so that it sat in a half circle, facing the hearth. Pillows were heaped on the floor and Wendy felt suddenly relaxed as she looked up to find Stella standing before her in a flowing robe.
Then, Paul was pouring champagne and to Wendy's surprise, everyone had removed their clothing and were wearing various types of robes.
Now when did they do that? she asked herself as Paul handed her a glass.
'Can you hold onto it?' he asked and smiled down at the confused girl.
'If she can't, I can…' Stella said and sat down beside her. Wendy felt the woman's arm go about her shoulder and suddenly she felt warm and secure. She sipped the bubbly wine and wrinkled her nose. The taste
