She jacknifed forward, tumbling across the floor. The three luscious bodies sprawled in a tangle of arms and legs. Brenda turned her head weakly to the window as a breeze fluttered in and cooled her scraped, burning face.
Sonya drew up beside her and laughed softly. "She had a beard before they became popular, don't you think?"
Carla took it good-naturedly. "Nobody'd ever think I was under the age of consent, anyhow."
Brenda rolled over on her back and held the cold glass of gin against her face. As sanity returned she knew a chilling sense of unreality. The voices of the other two women seemed very loud for a moment, then faint and far away. Her eves drifted to the poster. In the gathering dusk they played tricks on her. Was it true? Could it be?
She sat up and gazed hard at the wall, straining forward. The powerful glare of the streetlight just outside the window struck the poster. There seemed to be a cloud about the girl's head, something dark growing up under the swirling hair. She squeezed her eves shut and turned over. To hell with the poster, you remember you said that the other day? So say it again: to hell with the poster!
A shiver passed over her and she gritted her teeth against it. Some body's walking over your grave… No, no, don't be silly! Don't be superstitious. The poster is nothing, do you hear, nothing. It's just some psychedelic fad, everybody's got one.
She got up quickly and turned on a light. As the yellow glow struck the wall by the sofa the dark cloud behind the girl's head vanished.
Carla and Sonya looked up at her.
"You like to see as well as feel?" Sonya said, laughing, "That's a good idea. We've got something to show you, if you've recovered." She stood up and tweaked Brenda's nipples. "I have."
From her purse she drew out a long pink rubbery-looking tool. Brenda's eyes widened in disbelief. It couldn't be! Were they going to…
But they were. There was no doubt about that. She saw the straps that fastened around the hips and thighs. It was a dildo, but it was bigger than anything she could imagine! It must have been… twelve inches long and as big around as her fist!
Carla reached for her own handbag. "And this is my contribution to your fun. Ever use a french tickler?"
She held up a wicked, evil-looking rubber decorated with bright red devil's horns and prickly red bumps. Sonya fastened the imitation cock around her slender hips, adjusting the huge thrusting pole so that it rested against the exact place where her own clitoris grew.
"Only two can play at this game," she explained. "You're got too much to concentrate on when you're getting a whang like this to do much for anyone else."
She took the french tickler from Carla and put it on the end of the enormous phallus, rolling it up over the endless shaft. Brenda looked past her to the poster and felt a wild thrill as she saw the eyes of the forest girl. It was going to be a human sacrifice to the cruel-eyed Goddess in the poster! A dark wave of delight throbbed through her body and made her grow hot for the thrusting cock. Sonya walked toward her, the prick bouncing evilly between her thighs. She's going to fuck me with that! She's really going to do it! She's going to ram it up my cunt and rip me to pieces right here!
She stretched out with abandon, opening her legs and exposing her yearning pussy to the oncoming torture. Sonya fell between the wildly spread thighs and took the unbelievable cock in her fist and pressed it against the opening of her vagina.
"Uuuuuuuuuughghghgh! It won't go in! Oh, don't dooooo it!Awwwwww!"
"Yes, it will," Sonya panted, "and when it does you'll think you've died and gone to heaven. Nobody, man or woman could make you feel what this is going to make you feel. You're going to have the happiest, purringest pussy in the world!"
The pronged devil's head was as big as an apple. Her tender cunt lips wouldn't stretch wide enough to enclose it and it was pinching the softly-furred edges of her slit. She howled in pain as the hair pulled.
"I'm fucking you," Sonya whispered, jerking her body forward. "And you love it. Put your legs up and take it, come on!"
Brenda lifted her feet off the mattress and strained against the oncoming fury of the giant dick. The prickly rubber head wormed its way into her velvety pussy, tantalizing her as the thick tip thrust past the surging muscles at the entrance.
"Oooooooohhhhhh! Oh, God, it's in! It's really in my cunt! Can I take it all, can I really?"
Sonya gritted her teeth and jiggled her hips in a screwing motion as she bored further up the pulsating twat.
"You bet you can. Take it from us, you never knew what a full snatch was before this."
She continued to push upward, forcing the slow, steady act of penetration to its finish. Brenda's belly heaved. It was like being fucked by a cannon! She couldn't stand it, she would tear under this terrible stretching. Sonya rocked back and forth, fucking steadily and rhythmically until she could go no further.
"All but two inches. You're a big girl, honey. Now the fun begins!"
She jiggled her hips with as much real pleasure as if she really had a hot, juicy cock sticking out in front of her. Brenda instinctively wagged her bottom as her walls sucked the monster inside her. Those prickly little horns and bumps were starting to feel good – damn good.And it was tight! God how tight it was!
Her pussy began contracting and pumping against the merciless pike as she hungrily swallowed it. She began to clutch at the thickness, thrusting back at it and pushing her straining flanges against its base.
Now she wanted all of it! Her legs kicked wildly in the air as Sonya rose over her, balanced on her palms. The tantalizing hot thuds deep within her cunt were beautiful, the most beautiful thing she had ever felt!
Suddenly her pussy became a fiery pit of flame-licked passion. Her mouth opened and she gasped out rhythmic grunts each time the horrendous cock slammed against her womb. Oh, it was up there all right! It was rammed up as far as it would go! Sonya labored over her, fucking for all she was worth into the convulsively twisting loins.
"That's it! Shove it in! Oooooooooooooo oooooooooooooo, yes! Yes! Yes!"
Molten pain pounded out its pleasure as her cunt gushed its passion. Brenda cried out in anguish as her cuntal walls fluttered in their final spasm around the magnificent rod.
CHAPTER TEN
The bed had a female smell of heat to it as she went to sleep. Her dreams were fragmented recalls of the evening that had just passed; she saw Sonya and Carla, heard their voices, moaned in her sleep as she felt again the touch of their hands and bodies. Over it all, as a threatening chaperonage, she saw the girl in the poster. Her swirling hair wind-whipped and somehow deadly, flying madly in bright green ropes, reaching out to capture her like a deadly Venus fly trap.
… The hair whipped out to catch her, like a tentacle. There was so much of it… The wind was blowing through the forest and sending the green strands closer and closer.
"No! No! Don't!"
She had awakened with a start to a dark room and a howling electric storm. Water splashed on the sill and the soaked curtains fluttered wildly. Brenda got up from the mattress and closed the window, her chest rising and falling with breathless fear.
The light from the street lamp was almost white. Slowly, she turned her head and looked at the poster.
It was there again! That dark cloud behind the girl's head, like a black mist rising behind her and penetrating her creamy skin. What was it? A great dark circle behind the evil-looking face. She turned on the table lamp, blinking against the sudden illumination. A nail file lay on the coffee table; she took it and stood on the sofa and pried loose the two thumbtacks in the top of the poster.
When she saw the blood stain she screamed. The sound tore through the empty room and ended in a mindless babbling as she shrank away from the brownish smear.