And then, suddenly, there was no pain at all. There was only the sensation of having her rectum packed with hard, hot meat. It was hard to believe, but she had Tom's cock up her ass all the way to his balls; she could feel the firm globes pressing against her cunt.
And then he began to fuck her.
It was a feeling like none she had ever known, and she cried out again, but with pleasure.
"Didn't I tell you?" Janie said excitedly, watching Sharon's face. "Isn't it wonderful?"
"God, yes!" Sharon moaned. "Ohhhhhh!"
Tom had hit his stride. He was fucking her so hard the bed rocked. It felt as if his cock were plunging all the way from her asshole to her throat.
"Oh, fuck me," Sharon cried. "Fuck that hole, Tom! Fuck that hole!"
Tom speeded up his stroke, reaming her viciously, hammering her ass as if he meant to split it apart.
"Isn't it better than having your cunt fucked, Sharon?" Janie demanded. "Isn't it?"
"Oh, yes!" Sharon breathed. "Oh, it's so… so… Ohhhhhhhhhhh!"
Janie was so excited that she couldn't stand still. Now she spread her feet wide apart, inserted a finger into her cunt, and began to frig herself furiously.
"Oh, I love to watch a girl get her ass fucked!" she said. "I just love it!"
Sharon got her first scent of Janie's pussy. It was so heavenly, and the sight of the finger churning the wet little slit was so enticing, that she had a sudden, overwhelming desire to suck the young girl off.
Shit, Sharon thought to herself. I really am becoming a bisexual. I want a man to fuck rue, and yet I want to suck a girl at the same time.
It was incredible, she reflected. In the middle of the best fucking she had ever had in her life, she still wanted to suck a cunt. And not only wanted to, but had to. She knew if she didn't get her tongue in Janie's slit at once, she would go out of her mind.
"Janie," she gasped, thrusting her ass back in time with the cock boring into her rectum. "Janie, I want to suck you."
"Oh!" Janie cried happily, climbing onto the bed. "Oh, Sharon!" She lay down on her back in front of Sharon, spread her legs as wide as she could, and inched her ass forward until her pussy was immediately below Sharon's face. "Is this all right?"
"Perfect," Sharon said, bracing herself for a moment against Tom's savage hammering of her ass. "Just perfect."
"Oh, wow!" Janie said, lifting her pussy a little. "Just imagine! Getting sucked by a girl while she's being fucked in her ass!"
Sharon reached out, slipped a hand beneath each of the warm, smooth globes of Janie's ass, and clutched them firmly, spreading them slightly apart to make Janie's cunt gape open even more than it was already.
She looked at the swollen pink folds of the young girl's labia, at the pulsing little clitoris, at the juice seeping from the mouth of the tiny hole, meanwhile drinking in lungful after lungful of the exquisite perfume.
"Oh, please!" Janie said, breathing rapidly. "Please, Sharon! Eat me!"
Sharon lowered her mouth to the other girl's ass pushing her face against it, feeling the labia spread out around her mouth. She speared her tongue into the hole, sucking out the juice.
"Oh!" Janie cried. "Oh, Sharon!" She was grasping Sharon's hair with both hands now, rolling her hips uncontrollably. "Oh, suck me, honey! Suck me!"
With a brutally pounding cock in her ass, and a juicing pussy in her mouth, Sharon was happier than she had ever been in her life. She concentrated first on the meat in her ass, then on the meat in her mouth, smelling the combined scents of Janie and Tom, listening to the wet slap of Tom's balls against her pouring pussy, and tried to keep from cuming.
But then, suddenly, Tom was filling her rectum with scalding jism, and she lost control of herself completely, beginning to cum at once, the muscles in her cunt and ass contracting so violently that she squeezed Tom's cock halfway out of her ass. But he immediately buried it to the root again, and squirted another load into her.
"I'm cuming!" Janie cried. "I'm cuming!"
Sharon took the other girl's quivering little clit between her teeth and nibbled at it, sucking at it at the same time, swallowing the juice that seeped in around it.
The combination of cuming herself, while Tom came in her ass and Janie came in her mouth, was beyond question the most glorious experience she had ever had. It wasn't only the soul-shattering orgasms; it was the newness of it all, of being fucked in the ass for the first time, of having sex with both a man and a girl for the first time, of knowing she now was definitely a bisexual who could enjoy a man or a girl equally, or enjoy them both together twice as much.
How long the mutual cuming went on, she would never be able to remember. But at last she felt Tom's cock slide from her asshole, and a moment later Janie rolled over on her side, sucked almost unconscious.
Then Sharon got off the bed, put her finger up her ass like a cork, the way she had seen Janie do after Steve had filled her ass with jism, and went out to the bathroom.
She was humming to herself, completely content with herself and with the world. Things were going wonderfully, and they were going to go even better. Harry and Steve had both developed beautiful hard-ons, she'd noticed. She could hardly wait to get their cocks up her ass, one after the other.
CHAPTER SIX
Sharon overslept the next morning. Vickie had awakened from a horny dream and had insisted on making love, and Sharon hadn't been able to go back to sleep until almost dawn. Now, as she swung her legs over the side of the bed and glanced at the clock, she was surprised to see that it was a quarter past nine.
She took off her nightgown, slipped into her slippers, and walked naked into the kitchen to get the Silex started. While the coffee was brewing, she showered, and then brushed her hip-length hair until it gleamed. Then she carried a cup of coffee into the bedroom and began to dress.
There was a note on her dressing table in Vickie's looping, childlike scrawl. It read:
Darling – You looked so beautiful asleep I just couldn't bear to wake you. So I just kissed you good-by (you know where!). Back late this afternoon.
Sharon smiled. What an adorable girl, she reflected. There would never be anyone else like Vickie, ever.
She dressed quickly, but very carefully, as she always did, taking an occasional sip of her coffee. And because, for some reason, she felt like showing her legs today, she chose her shortest skirt – a micro-mini that reached a scant few inches below her pussy. Such a brief skirt called for panty-hose, rather than the hip-high stockings she really preferred, and she selected a sheer, nude-colored pair that were transparent from waist to toe.
Then she finished her coffee, touched up her lips, and left the apartment. Last night she had looked up Peggy Campbell's address in the phone book and tried to call her, but there had been no answer. This morning, she'd decided, she was going to confront Peggy face to face. Provided, of course, that Peggy still worked at the jewelry store in the Arcade. If not, she'd try her apartment, and keep on trying, until she got to see her.
Talking to Peggy would be dangerous, of course. If she told anyone, Sharon might very well be back in a cell before nightfall. Further, Peggy might even be dangerous in her own right. After all, at the time of the robbery, which Mark Haley had implied she had helped to set up, she had been on parole after serving a term for aggravated assault. And that meant assault with a weapon. Clearly, a girl like Peggy Campbell was no one to trifle with.
And yet, if Sharon was ever to clear her name of any involvement in the robbery, a confrontation with Peggy was one of the risks she'd have to take.
At the Arcade, Sharon walked along between the rows of small, posh shops to the door of the jewelry store, and paused just outside, studying the petite, auburn-haired girl behind the counter. She was prettier, and just a little plumper, than Sharon remembered her, with an angelic, heart-shaped face, small, soft features, and clear gray eyes as guileless as a child's. She was alone in the store, arranging something in a tray on the counter top.