Wilma Freidman - Sorority Affair

Bernie held the towel as he didn't know what to do with it-what it was for. He seemed incapable of movement. He stood there, his eyes shunting up and down the ivory smoothness of her little-girl nakedness, lingering on her flat stomach and below, to gaze with open passion at the pink slit peeking provocatively between her long thighs. Having learned her lessons well from her mother and sister, Linda turned slowly, presenting small but ever so luscious buttocks to his view.

"Well… are you afraid?" she murmured, looking over her shoulder at him. "Haven't you ever seen a little girl before?"

"I no… no, I ain't… "

"You seem to like looking at naked little girls," she said softly, arching her bottom toward him sensually. "Aren't you going to dry me?"

Slowly, Bernie moved toward her. She grinned as her eyes saw the bulging in his pants, disgusted but happy with her success at arousing him. Gently, hesitantly, as if he were afraid she would shatter, he patted the towel at her swelling buttocks.

"You'll never get me dry that way," Linda said, overcoming her fear and growing bold with her knowledge of power of this weasel-like man. "You're suppose to rub them… rub them hard…

Her words seemed to break the frozen, astonished trance that held him in its grip. He did as she said, with growing anxiety. She heard the breath hiss through his nostrils, felt his hands kneading and clutching, feeling her through the terry cloth. In spite of herself-her revulsion for this man and what she had to do-his moving fingers and palms, his ministrations, produced a strong reaction in her slender body. Warmth grew in her almost nonexistent breasts and flowed outward, chilling up and down her spine with delicious anticipation. Her pink, hairless vaginal lips began to moisten and quiver and she gently rubbed her thighs together as he toweled her bottom. Her own breathing quickened, her chest rising and falling as he rubbed harder. She was glad now, that her mother and sister had utilized that rubber phallus on her tender orifice, relieving her of the unwanted virginity just for the purpose now in effect.

"They're they're dry," she said thickly at last.

"Now… dry the rest of, me." Bernie moved the towel around and over the flat• plane of her now shivering stomach.

"There… dry me there, too," Linda's voice was low husky-as she watched his hands. She parted her slim thighs, arching her pubic mound out to his rubbing hands.

Bernie was kneeling before her now, his face inches from her pretty, delicate crotch.

"Christ… Christ!" he kept saying over and over again, as if it were the only word he knew to express his rampant emotions "Oh, slut slut…"

"That a Linda encouraged him with a low, passion-filled voice "Now do the insides of my thighs rub the towel over them… yes, like that… now, get to my pussy… aahhh, yes, there! There… No, oh no, not yet!" she said quickly.

Bernie, overwhelmed by the small girl's beauty, had dropped the towel. He was staring directly at her pink, quivering vaginal lips, seeing the moist flesh pulsate, and almost involuntarily, he had reached out one hand, twisting a finger between the tender petals of her orifice, worming it in deeply, thrilling to the tight warmth that closed over his digit.

"No…" Linda groaned as her passion came close to bursting, pulling her hips backward from his caressing fingers. "Take… take your finger out of there! Not don't do it inside… not inside my pussy! Just dry me… "

"But… Oh, Christ!" he hissed hoarsely, his eyes burning with desire. He had no idea such a young girl could be so beautiful, so wanton, so desirable. "You're such a… a… Christ!"

"Just dry me," Linda said, stamping one naked foot childishly. "Don't be feeling me up… not yet!" It was fun to tease and tantalize, to torment this lusting man with her body. And when she finally gave him complete liberty with her naked loveliness, he would be that much more appreciative-for some reason that was what her mother seemed to want.

"Now," Linda said after a moment. "Now… you can stand up… and stop staring at my pussy like you want to eat me up! Hand me that gown, please."

The gown was rose-colored, and as transparent as glass. It had been selected and purchased for this night. Linda slipped it over her slender body without pulling on her undergarments, thrilling at the way this evil-looking man ogled her body. "Now," she smiled sexily at him, "let's go to the living room."

Linda walked from the bathroom first, Bernie following behind, his eyes never leaving from the luscious sight of her almost naked bottom as it jiggled and swayed saucily. Linda took extra pains to undulate her hips for his viewing pleasure.

In the living room, Marsha was sitting on the couch with Jud, the top of her dress down around her waist and the fat man was fondling her swollen breasts. Marsha's skirt was high, bunched around her hips and the man was driving his middle finger in and out of her wet, exposed vaginal passage, bringing moans and whimpering sounds from Linda's mother's throat. Before them, her thirteen-year-old sister was dancing, completely naked, her hips arching and jerking, small breasts jiggling. Her smoke-colored mist of pubic hair flashed close to Jud's eyes which were bugging out lustfully. Lois twirled and twisted, her swelling, smooth bottom working in fluid motion.

Linda stood near her mother, watching the digital action of the man's hand between her mother's heavy thighs for a second, a trickle of disgust seeping through her at the cynical animality of the erotic scene.

Marsha untangled herself, closing her widely splayed thighs and ran a hand over Jud's slicked down hair and pinching one of his cheeks playfully. Then, with a lewd giggle, she grabbed for the swelling bulge in front of his pants, squeezing his burgeoning penis. "You two like my daughters, huh?" Her breath came quick and heavy with passion. "Well… let's get cooled down and have a drink, what do you say?"

In the kitchen, helping her mother mix drinks for the men, Linda shuddered. "He's like some kind of blob… a real beast!" she whispered.

"Blob or no blob," her mother said. "I'm going to pull out all the' stops with those two, dear… and you and Lois are going to do the same! Whatever those two bastards want, do it! Fuck the piss out of them… take their cocks up your cunt, your asshole… even suck their dirty little pricks! But whatever they want, do it! We've got to have those two perverts on our side."

"Oh, no! Not all those things, Mother! I'll do like you said… I'll let them fuck me all they want… in my pussy… but nothing else!" Linda made a sour face. "They make me want to puke!"

"It will only be this once, baby," Marsha whispered to her daughter. "After tonight, we won't have anymore to do with them. But tonight… if they want a blow job, then suck the piss out of their cocks! Take it up your asshole… I promise you, darling, everything will be fine soon."

Marsha wrapped her arms around her youngest daughter, hugging her tight, whispering. "Don't blow the works, darling. Right after we give them a piece of ass, I'll talk business."

Two drinks around later, Jud slapped his meaty thigh impatiently. "Goddamn… I can't stand it any longer. I've been sitting her looking at those young twats long enough! Fuck this sitting around and looking! I want to fuck!"

Bernie wiggled in his chair. "Me too," he stood up.

Marsha had been keeping them both at arm's length, letting them look at her two succulent daughters until she felt they were sufficiently aroused… watching the fire build in them. Now, she stood and stretched lazily.

"I bet those two girls of mine feel exactly the same way," she said. "I think we should all go to the bedroom, don't you?"

Bernie was at Linda's side immediately, his hand gripping her upper arm, his weasel eyes glowing with passion. "You said it! Which bedroom you want us to take?"