Alberta Graham - The twins and teacher

As she sat wondering what to do, the letter in the magazine came back to her. Henri expected her to participate in some kind of orgy! It was perhaps a very ordinary thing in such resort circles. Here she had been hoping for an ordinary affair, and she put herself right in the middle of what Mating Magazine had termed "swinging singles"!

"Oh God!" she said aloud, realization of the full ramifications of the strange trio in her small room reaching her consciousness.

"You'll have a wonderful time, my cherie!" Henri said unctuously, and for the first time, Alice noticed what terrible teeth he had.

"But I don't want that kind of good time!" she replied indignantly. "I want a plain ordinary evening with just one person!"

If only they knew what I've been through! she thought with dismay. But of course she wouldn't tell them; they would only be all the more convinced that she would want to go along with their perverted desires!

"Oh, come on now!" Henri said. She was developing a distinct dislike for him. Why hadn't she noticed before how sallow his skin was?

"Never!" Alice declared. "Now I want you all to leave, please!"

Henri's face grew purplish. He looked at Alice with anger. He'd set the whole thing up a short while earlier, certain that Alice would go along. His friends, Sherry and Jim, were all for a little excitement and had willingly agreed to a foursome. They had often participated in foursomes as well as threesomes and moresomes with Henri and knew that he was a most desirable bed-partner. And now Henri felt that his reputation as well as a certain kind of "honor" were at stake, and he decided he wasn't going to let Alice get away with it. "Silly bitch!" he declared, suddenly reversing his smooth tactics.

"What's going on!" Sherry asked pleasantly, approaching the bed. "You don't really want us to leave, sweetie, do you?"

"Yes!" Alice replied. Sherry was now sitting on the bed beside her, centering the nervous brunette between herself and Henri.

"But you came to the resort for a little fun, didn't you? A little something different?" Sherry asked. Alice could smell the other woman's heady perfume. She tried to shake off Henri's arm, but as she did, he held her tighter around the shoulders so that she couldn't move. Beside her, Sherry smiled knowingly.

"You wouldn't want to miss Henri. He's something special. Can go on for hours!"

"Hey, what about me?" Jim said. He was standing in front of them, fiddling impatiently with his belt. "Hey, is this show going to get on the road or not? If not, Sherry and I can go make it in her room, or mine for that matter!"

"Don't be so impatient!" Henri snapped. "Of course it's going to happen. Alice here just doesn't know how good it can be with more than one person!"

The irony of his words made Alice want to cry. Tears sprang to her eyes at the realization that she was once more so very far from the innocent love that she had originally hoped to have with her long lost boyfriend, Martin.

"Yeah, don't be in such a rush, Jim!" Sherry added. "She's just a little nervous. I was a little nervous, too, my first time!"

"That was a long time ago!" Jim replied.

"So what?" Sherry's eyes flashed in brief anger.

Henri realized he had to take things in hand rapidly, or his whole evening would deteriorate into a stupid brawl.

"Listen," he said, "You can convince her, Sherry! Jim and I can stay out of it until she's ready. How about that?"

"What… oh you mean you want me to…"

"Yes. Don't tell me you don't like it. I've seen you in action too many times!" Henri replied. Alice listened in horror as they talked about her as though she weren't even a human being.

"This is obscene!" she announced. "You've got to get out of here! And now!"

But the others only laughed at her, and suddenly it seemed to Alice that they were all of one accord, instead of squabbling clients of the resort. They were all bent on making her do what Henri wanted.

Sherry was stripping off her clothes, and Jim was already totally naked before her, his chunky penis bobbing lewdly in full erection.

"Did you ever make it with a woman?" Sherry asked, whispering close to Alice's ear.

Alice jumped. "NO!" she replied, "God, no!" Of all the terrible things she had done, this was one area she had not experienced. She cringed at the thought. If there was anything she did not want to do, it was "make it" with another woman!

"It's nice," Sherry said simply, letting her fingernails trace shivery little lines along Alice's bare arm. Alice was still trying to hold the silk gown up over her, but it was difficult with them surrounding her this way. Henri's fingers were drifting down toward her breasts, and now so were Sherry's!

"I don't care if it's nice or not," Alice declared. "I don't want to do it; don't you understand???"

"Of course you do!" Sherry replied firmly.

"Yes, of course!" Jim and Henri echoed. "NOW START IN!" Henri commanded.

"Okay!" Sherry said. "Listen, Henri, you've got to help me though. You too, Jim! Get her down on her back at least!"

"No… no!" Alice pleaded. But no one listened. Together they forced her back upon the bed, and the covering protection of her gown was whisked away and she lay, totally uncovered, lewdly spread-eagled upon the bed. All three of them peered at her gem-like nakedness, and Alice turned her head away with shame, letting the tears flow freely down onto the pillow.

Her head ached and chills spread throughout her nakedly exposed body. She could feel Sherry moving close to her and closed her eyes tightly, not wanting to see the statuesque blonde who wanted to make perverse love to her. She felt more disturbed than she had ever been and knew that there was no use in fighting them. The easiest way now would be to get it over with!

"Get between her legs!" Henri ordered.

"Sure, sure!" Sherry replied. "I know what to do!"

Henri watched Sherry's smooth white buttocks presented lewdly up to him as she knelt in between the young teacher's widespread thighs.

"That's right, honey; don't fight it!" Sherry cooed, and Henri said, "Yes, she's getting used to the idea of it. Don't worry; she'll love it."

"Who wouldn't love Sherry?" Jim asked, speaking to no one in particular. She was his girl, after all, he thought, resenting Henri's taking over the way he was. He watched with pride as Sherry moved over Alice. He could feel his hard-on growing in proportion as Alice cringed in horror. Sherry's fingers were touching her tender, pinkly splayed vaginal lips. The young blonde's fingers began to explore the fully revealed furrow of Alice's soft warm hair-trimmed cunt, making searing contact with every smooth surface of the sensitively responding flesh. With a tentative, but expert touch, Sherry's thumb smoothed over and around Alice's tiny sensation-filled clitoris as the middle finger of her other hand began to slip into the tightly clenched circle of the moaning brunette's vagina.

"NNNNoooo!" Alice groaned.

"Yeah, touch her clit!" Henri said, unnecessarily, for Sherry was proceeding without having to be told what to do. Henri lewdly fondled his own hotly stiffening cock as he watched the two women locked obscenely on the bed.

"Relax, honey, you're too tense," Sherry said. "Come on, I'm not as rough as some of the fellas. Am I now?"

Alice groaned. Certainly, she had never sunk this low before! But she wanted it to be over. Anything to get it over and have them out of her room!

"I don't mind!" she said bravely. "Do what you like!"

"We will; don't worry!" Jim replied for the group. God! His chick was magnificent, he thought. What a woman! Sherry's voluptuously swaying breasts brushed against Alice's open thighs as Sherry began to sway over the prone girl, and Jim could see the nipples hardening at the contact with Alice's helplessly captivated flesh. He watched his girl friend warming up to her lewd task, her shamefully probing middle finger now working all the way up inside Alice's acquiescing young pussy, worming high between those invitingly open thighs. Eventually Sherry had wedged her entire naked body between those scissored-open thighs as she stretched out upon the bed, her own long legs dangling over the edge because there was not enough room.