"I'm not," Meg lied.
"Is your pussy wet yet?" Sandra said, reaching out for Meg's crotch.
"Honey?" Roy's voice bellowed up the stairs.
"Yes?"
"Projector's almost ready."
"Be right down," Sandra said, and smiled at Meg. "Meg, sweetie, go on and keep Roy from talking to himself. He can't bear being alone."
"All right." Meg fled, really relieved to be away from the provocative nakedness of Sandra. She walked down the carpeted corridor to the open door. The den was a large, wood-paneled room, three walls lined with books, the other wall now being used for the screen on which they were to watch the movies.
Two wide, low couches, side by aide, provided an expansive seating area. The coffee table was enormous, square, like a squat bed.
"Come here," Roy said, and suddenly the room was doused in darkness. "We'll start the movies in a minute or so."
My God, Meg thought, what was he going to do? She had just met hint. Was he that brazen? As brazen as his wife. But then Sandra obviously didn't care what he did. She did it, too.
"You said something about a drink," she was shaking again.
"Plenty of time for that," he promised, finding her in the darkness.
His mouth came down hard on hers, his tongue darting between her willing teeth. She was startled at the touch of his hand on her zipper, at the way the zipper rode down its track. He was out of his mind, she thought, unable to remove herself from the heat of his mouth, his hands at her shoulders, pulling away the dress.
Sandra was still in the shower, but how long would she be there? Meg could scream with pleasure when he touched her.
Her dress was pushed to her waist, over her hips, to the floor. His mouth kept hers a willing prisoner while his hands shucked away the little she wore beneath it.
"Roy?" Sandra's voice filtered in from the doorway. "Roy don't you start up the film."
Meg froze, conscious of her clothes in a heap at her feet, feeling herself grow hot from fright that Sandra would flip on the lights. But she wouldn't do that, would she? She was telling Roy to start the projector rolling.
"In a minute, Sandra," Roy said without losing his cool. "Meg, come over here and relax."
He caught her by the hand, pulled her off towards the twin sofas. Somehow in the darkness he found the tray of drinks. She clutched the chilled glass, fearful of spilling it, then sipped cautiously.
Roy was in muted conversation with Sandra, across the room, beside the projector. He was doing something with a can of film. A shaft of light hit the screen. A girl walked out, wearing only a sign, introducing the film. Then she took off the sign.
"This one is really wild," Sandra said softly, settling down beside Meg in the darkness. What was Sandra wearing? A terrycloth robe. But it was open. The incredible nipples caught Meg's attention. "Watch, sweetie," Sandra coaxed.
Then on the screen there was a huge bed. And on the bed lay a beautiful woman with her hand buried to the wrist in her pussy.
Meg gasped when she recognized that the woman was Sandra.
"I photograph well, don't I?" Sandra said seductively. Her hand rested casually at Meg's thigh. Meg started at the touch, fires igniting within her.
Then a young boy walked to the bed. He was incredibly young, not more than eighteen years old, with only a bare patch of light fuzz on his pubic area. He was a beautiful boy. He reminded Meg of the boys on the beach. As she watched him fist his small cock she felt a tingle in her cunt. The same tinge she had felt when she had seen those two innocent boys that day masturbating.
"Finish your drink, Meg," Sandra said. "Let's get rid of the glass."
Her hand shaking, Meg swigged down the drink, acutely aware of Sandra's hand stroking her thigh. Sandra leaned forward to dart a hot, moist tongue around the stiffening tip of Meg's breast. Her hand on Meg's thigh grew more amorous.
Meg's gaze was focused on the Sandra on the screen, while her body was being tortured by the real Sandra. Her head was fogged, her thinking obliterated. The passionate mouth leaving one painfully erect nipple to devour the other and supple fingers filled her with a staggering excitement.
"I'll fix this so you can watch, darling," Sandra crooned, arranging pillows for Meg's head.
She lay back, one slim leg trailing on the floor, her eyes glazed over with excitement as she watched the erotic coupling on the screen. Sandra's mouth, hot and impatient, tailed over her torso, lingering at her navel, sweeping over her flat firm belly, lifting Meg to incredible desire.
On the screen Sandra was sucking the little boy's cock and fondling his balls. Her on-screen moans as the little dick pierced her lips were as wildly exciting as her real moans sucking Meg's tits. She sucked his cock to draw out all his balls could pump.
He was twisting his hips and bouncing. He whimpered like a dog being stroked on the belly. He loved it! Sandra was giving him an expert blow-job. Yet he also looked confused. He looked as if he didn't know if he should be pouring all this stuff into her mouth.
He had gushed more than two mouthfuls into her before she raised her head from his throbbing prick. Another stream of jism got her on the way up. It dribbled from her chin. The boy was horrified by the sight of the thick, gooey stuff on her lovely face.
She only smiled at him. She, wanted to get him into the bed. He couldn't move. His cock was still stiffer than limp even though he had shot out a lot of cum, and he still had more to spurt out.
Meg whimpered. She wished she were up there on the screen sucking all that sweet young boy's delicious, thick cum.
Her nails caught Sandra's milk-white shoulders, dug in with unconscious intensity. Her pelvis writhed. Oh, she couldn't stand anymore… she would go out of her mind!
"Meg…" Roy hovered over her now, naked. "How do you feel?"
"Oh, Roy," she whimpered. "Roy…" No shame, no self-consciousness, with Sandra's mouth hot at her thighs, and Roy's hands on her tits.
"We'll make you terribly happy," Roy whispered. "In a little while you'll understand," he promised.
His hand was at her mouth, prying. From the film he had been showing, she understood what he wanted.
"Does seeing Sandra suck that kid off turn you on, Meg?"
She nodded. "Yes."
"Then suck my cock, Meg!"
It was like up there on the screen, she thought. Wonderful… kooky… no time to think… just feel. This beautiful insanity… anything, everything!
And then with startling suddenness, she lay alone on the sofa. Her body still going insane, alone. A light hit the huge coffee table, that looked like a squat bed. Roy was tossing pillows into the middle of it.
"Over here, sweetie," Sandra coaxed, her eyes dark with veiled excitement. "Lie down, baby."
Still in a fantasy-like dream, Meg felt herself prodded into a prone position along the cushions. The screen was blank. The film was over. Meg was sorry. She wanted to see the little boy's cock again. She wanted to see it spurt more cum.
"Isn't she gorgeous?" Roy said. "Look at her. Did you ever see anything so passionate?"
His hands were at Meg's tits again. He hovered above her, his male heat teasing her while he enjoyed the whimper of arousal he elicited.
"Look, don't leave me out in the cold," Sandra drawled. She moved her hands on Meg's breasts, tweaking, drawing a cry of protest mingled with abandoned desire.
Meg's body was full of passion, her mouth loving Sandra while Roy thrust into her pussy with towering frenzy until the explosions went off within her. Sounds of rapture lifted in her throat while her hips lifted to Roy's, and she drowned in his passion.
Slipping his arms through those of Meg and Sandra's, Roy said, "Oh, little baby, you're going to love this! Just relax and enjoy it… let us be the teachers!"
They used the huge table, Roy getting between Meg's legs and putting his mouth to her cunt, Sandra lying to one side of her, almost frantically pushing his head and tongue deeper into Meg's pussy. Then Sandra put her mouth back on one hard nipple, then the other, sucking curiously. Roy's tongue moved in to even greater depths until Meg was going mad with desire.