She grinned as she thought of Helen Peterson making it with Perry the week before in the pilot plant. That very morning, she'd been in the same position with him, swapping tongues the same way, his hard meat just as deep in her cunt. But she'd outdone the voluptuous redhead by making it on a toilet, and then being able to have a final orgasm from peeing on each other. With a sexuality like Laura had, she'd outdo most women. She'd sure have a time for herself when she got her transfer to San Francisco or St. Louis or Detroit. Mr. Markham would put up an argument, but in the end he'd arrange it for her. And Chuck would take it hard, but in the long run, he'd be better off without her.
But don't think about him. He was just another cock. If she had to look to the future, think about herself and all the sweaty good times she'd have rolling in a bed with a vigorous, horny, uninhibited stud like Perry Coleman.
The soap opera was making her melancholy and she went outside to see if her laundry was dry. The dog met her and she squatted naked on the porch to rub his ears, looking around at the quiet rural scene as she did. She'd miss Sulfur City for a while, but she'd outgrown the place. And she'd fit into whatever plant she could get transferred to, for they were all the same, with different faces, different men working in them. The dog touched his nose to her knee and tried to sniff at her exposed crotch, and she shoved him away and went on to the clothesline. Back inside, she mixed herself another drink and tried on various of the lingerie, modeling it before the mirror and trying to decide which to wear for him. She wished he'd hurry, and she hoped he could sneak a nap at work. She settled on the basic black panty-bra set. There was no lace on them, but you could see right through them. The bra was a size too small and made her tits bulge over the top of it, but its tightness felt good, and it would turn Perry on when he got home. Her headache was gone and she had a nice buzz on from the drinks. She put on some records and lay down on the couch to take a little nap while she waited for quitting time at the plant. Dozing off, she thought about her chances of fucking Perry Coleman to death during the rest of her vacation, and that made her smile.
Chapter 9
"Sleeping beauty," He]en said, gazing down at the girl with the raven hair, the ivory skin, the rose-red lips. "She almost makes me wish I was a man."
"She's an awful good-lookin' chick," said Perry. "She ought to make it big in Vegas. And I'll bet I get myself a free one every time I go there."
"Goddamn!" said Bobby, bending to look closer at the girl on the couch. "She's a helluva lot better lookin' than I thought. Let's wake her up and get goin'."
"Let's you keep your meat-hooks off her till I say so," Perry said, and Bobby sullenly straightened up.
"Everybody strip," said Helen. "Bobby, go make a pitcher of drinks with the stuff we bought. Help me undress, Perry?"
He gladly peeled her down to the buff. She was heavier than Laura, but not so tail, and her figure was in the full, ripe blossom of maturity. She teased him with it while he undressed, posing and posturing for him and largely ignoring the young blond giant with the bigger prick. Just as Bobby was more eager for the sleeping Laura, he was hotter for Helen. Laura was damned good, hut he liked his women a little older, more voluptuous, and a lot more experienced.
When the three of them were naked, Helen gave Perry a big, deep kiss and then gathered him and Bobby to her to stand before the couch with her arms about their waists. She nudged Laura's dangling hand twice with her knee before the girl woke up.
When Laura opened her eyes, she went rigid and tried to cover herself, for the sight she beheld was a shock. There was the red-haired woman-Helen Peterson-smiling down at her, her lush figure looking incredibly naked. Perry was on her right, grinning and feeling of her bulbous, big, brown-crested tits, and the other man, younger and much more muscular, was on her left, showing his bone-white teeth in a wide grin as his eyes flicked over her body. Both of them had erections, and these claimed much of Laura's attention, especially the monstrous big tool of the younger guy. It looked just the right size for the company whore.
"How you doin'?" said Perry. "This is Helen and Bobby. They came by to have a little party."
Laura forced herself to relax a little and made a tight-lipped smile. "I don't think I'm in the mood for a party."
"We are," said Helen, smiling brightly at her. "Bobby and I will have our party, and you and Perry can have yours. We'll listen to the same music and drink the same booze, and if we feel like doing the same things, fine. If not, that's okay too. Perry, put on some music. I feel like dancing."
Laura didn't feel like dancing, and she didn't want to get involved in a sex orgy, but when Perry pulled her to her feet, she drank some of the drink he offered her and began to dance with him. She had always enjoyed dancing and she was good at it, but now she danced stiffly, tripping over his feet and unable to find the correct tempo. His prick rubbing against her belly was enough of a distraction, and the presence of the other couple made dancing very difficult. She stumbled through one number and was glad to stop and have a dunk.
Still dancing with Helen. Bobby kept looking at Laura. His looks were frankly lustful as she stood there in the crook of Perry's arm, clad only in panties and bra. But that was a lot more than the woman in Bobby's arms was wearing, and Laura couldn't help but feel a little flattered at the handsome young man's interest in her. Also, she couldn't help but be a little interested in him. He was closer to her own age and handsomer than Perry, and his penis was just huge. It reached almost up to Helen's big tits as they danced, and Laura still didn't see how a woman could take it all. His attention toward her was getting almost embarrassing, and then Helen slipped her arms about his neck and pulled him down into a kiss as they danced. Perry took the drink from Laura's hand and kissed her, and now as she started dancing again, her movements were relaxed and fluid.
She was getting hot, and that was as it should be. She was the reigning beauty, and she'd better enjoy it while she could, before she started getting old and plump like Helen. Not that Helen was really that old or that fat, for in fact she was a beautiful woman, and in the prime of life. But she did pick on younger guys, like Bobby, and she wasn't as young and beautiful as Laura. In a few more years, Laura might be seeking out the company of younger men, but at the moment she was being sought after by both men, and it felt good.
The two couples danced closer together and Helen pressed her moving buttocks against Laura's, giggling as she did, and it felt weird, but it felt good. She pressed closer to Perry and felt a certain kinship for Helen, feeling the same things she was.
"Hey, let's change partners," said Bobby, and Laura instinctively tightened her hold on Perry.
She didn't want to change partners but she was in the minority, and in a few moments she was dancing with the big blond Adonis and feeling another cock pushing against her belly, wanting to get in her. There would be many more of these through the years, once she and Perry were through with each other, and she knew she might as well get used to the idea. Moving against it, with him stroking her back and kissing her ear, she revised her opinion of the size of it and decided it might indeed be possible to get a prick of that size in her.
"Lemme take this off," Bobby said, fumbling with her bra clasp.
"If she wants it off, she'll do it," Perry intervened.
"I wish you'd do a little strip for us," said Helen, and brought Perry over so that the four of them were dancing together.