She concentrated instead on the delicious, pangs of pleasure she was getting from Eric's hard plowing cock. "Ummmmm, yeah, fuck me, honey!" she moaned. "Fuck my pussy good and hard!"
Her dirty words spurred Eric into fucking her even faster and harder, and Lisa screeched with pleasure as he rammed his thick steely prick into her gripping juicy cunt. She saw another naked man approaching them, an attractive sandy-haired guy in his mid-twenties. He walked right up to them, as if it were the most ordinary thing in the world.
"Hey, Eric," he said. "Is it good stuff?"
"Oh, hi, John," Eric said. "Yeah, terrific. This chick has the tightest cunt I ever fucked."
"How about sharing her, with me?" John said eagerly. "Roll her over, and there'll be room for two."
"Sure," Eric panted.
Lisa didn't know what they were talking about till Eric rolled onto his back, taking her with him, and she found herself sitting up on his jerking cock. John knelt behind her, straddling Eric's legs, and pressed the swollen head of his prick against her little puckered asshole. Lisa moaned, expecting pain.
"Uhhhhhhh!" she gasped.
She'd gotten lucky – John's cock was thin and small, and it penetrated her tiny shitter with no pain at all. But his prick was rigid as steel, and it felt wickedly exciting as it probed deep into her sensitive asshole. Stuffed with two hard cocks, sawing side by side, Lisa felt a powerful blast of pleasure. She moaned and creamed heavily around Eric's big slamming cock while John's thinner prick plowed deliciously in her shitter.
"Ooooooo, yessss," Lisa moaned. "Fuck me, you guys! I love it!"
Her hoarse cry drew Lance's attention, and he glanced over and saw his beautiful blonde sister taking two cocks at once, her face twisted in a grimace of pleasure. The scene turned him on like crazy, and he wanted to be part of it. He pushed aside the pretty blonde who was sucking his cock, rose, and hurried over to Lisa.
He stood before her, straddling Eric's body, and pressed the creaming tip of his cock against her lips. Lisa hated him – he'd never let her have a life of her own, he'd always want to be using her. She kept her lips closed, but Lance seized her head and held it, thrusting his stiff cock painfully against her lips till she was forced to open them.
"That's it, bitch!" he growled. "Take my cock!"
He crammed his thick rigid prick hard into her mouth, and Lisa was forced to suck it. She closed her eyes, shutting out her brother's cruel leering face, pretending he was someone else. Then it wasn't so bad. She was still getting off wildly on the two pounding cocks in her cunt and asshole, and she felt herself rising quickly toward orgasm.
"Mmmmmm," she moaned.
"We can get her off now!" Lance cried hoarsely. "Really give it to her! Hard!"
As the three plowing cocks assaulted her mouth, cunt and shitter, Lisa felt the delicious explosion of orgasm. But even that supreme pleasure couldn't blot out her hatred of Lance for what he'd done to her tonight.
CHAPTER NINE
Lisa got up very early the next morning, before Lance was awake, and packed her bags. She didn't want to see her brother again, and she knew she couldn't exist in his kind of world. She belonged back home with her adoptive parents and her boyfriend Bob.
As she tiptoed into the hallway, she was surprised to see Katie coming out of the master bedroom, also carrying bags. "Katie, you're leaving, too?" Lisa exclaimed.
"Yes," Katie smiled, "I finally came to my senses. Rod asked me to marry him, and I accepted. God, I'll be glad to get out of this place."
"Me, too," Lisa sighed. "I hate to say it about my own brother, but I think Lance is sick in the head. I'm going home, and I don't care if I ever see him again."
"Come on," Katie said, "I'll give you a ride to the airport."
As they waited for Lisa's plane, the two girls embrace warmly and wished each other luck. Then Lisa was happily on her way home. She could hardly wait to see Bob, to tell him that she'd be glad to accept his marriage proposal, but she was worried, too. Her conscience demanded she tell him that she wasn't a virgin any more. She wouldn't tell him about her relationship with Lance – that would be too much for any man to accept – but it was only right that she tell him he wouldn't be marrying a virgin. She prayed that he'd forgive her and marry her anyway.
As soon as she got home, she phoned Bob at his office. He sounded glad and excited to hear from her, and he asked to take her out to dinner that evening. Lisa reflected that a restaurant wouldn't be a very good place for the private talk she wanted to have.
"Bob," she said, "why don't I make some dinner for us at your place? I'll buy the groceries and meet you there when you get off work."
Bob accepted eagerly, for Lisa had always refused to be in his apartment alone with him. She was waiting there with a bag of groceries when he got home from work. Grinning, he hurried to her and hugged her, almost crushing the food. Lisa felt a twinge of guilt. He was so glad to see her, and she had such bad news for him.
He let her into his tidy bachelor apartment and said, "To hell with dinner, at least for now. Let's have a drink and celebrate your coming home."
"Fine, Bob," Lisa said. "I wanted to talk to you about something anyway."
Bob produced a bottle of champagne he'd been saving and poured two glasses. Then came the hard part. As they sat on the couch and sipped their drinks, Lisa said, "Bob, I have something to tell you. While I was in California, I realized how right we are for each other. But that wasn't all I did. I-I felt I just had to tell you this. I'm not a virgin any more. There was this guy I met at a party, and I was a little tipsy."
"No big deal," Bob interrupted.
"What?" Lisa cried.
"Well, I'm not exactly a virgin myself," he grinned, "so I can't demand that you be one."
Lisa leaned her head against his shoulder, tremendously relieved. "Oh, Bob," she sighed, "you're such a good man."
"You don't know how good, yet," he said, tilting her face and kissing her.
Lisa found just from that lingering hot tongue kiss that Bob excited her as much as ever. Not only that, but she felt safe and at ease with him, a way she'd never felt with Lance. It was like waking up from a bad dream. She returned Bob's kiss eagerly, snaking her tongue over his. When they finally came up for air, he looked at her in surprise.
"Well, you've sure changed," he said. "If I'd kissed you like that two weeks ago, you'd have panicked."
"Two weeks ago I was an idiot," Lisa grinned. "Now I know what I really want."
She started unknotting his tie. Bob's eyes widened, but he certainly didn't try to stop her. As she removed his tie and unbuttoned his shirt, Lisa felt her pussy growing hot and aroused. For a whole year she'd been wondering what it would be like to go all the way with her handsome boyfriend, and tonight she was going to find out.
She drew off his shirt and stared hungrily at his broad tan chest and its dense mat of dark hairs. Then she slipped off the couch and removed his shoes and socks. Bob was silent, looking at her with a mixture of surprise and amusement. When she reached for the fly of his pants, however, he caught her hands and held them.
"Just a minute," he squeaked in falsetto. "You know I don't believe in sex before marriage."
"Bob, you nut," Lisa laughed. "Are you going to pass up a chance to be seduced?"
"Hell, no," he said, reverting to his normal voice. "But let's go in the bedroom and be comfortable."
He scooped Lisa up and carried her to his bedroom. She felt her pussy swelling and growing scorching hot. He set her down, and she quickly tugged open his fly. As his pants dropped, she saw an enormous hard bulge at the crotch of his jockey shorts. She started to tug them down, but again Bob caught her hands and stopped her.