Ward Fulton - The Violated Virgin

After a moment, they broke apart, and Yvonne smiled at her tenderly.

"See. That didn't hurt a bit, did it? Now you lay back and Carole and I'll show you what it's all about."

Carole scooted over, her breasts swinging in front of her, and Suzanne suddenly realized what big tits the girl had. Beautiful big tits, with upturned nipples that pointed provocatively at her.

Yvonne's mouth closed over hers again, and as they kissed, Suzanne felt something warm and wet sliding up her leg. She glanced quickly down and saw Carole's head bobbing between her legs; she was licking her skin, up and down the inside of her thighs, working slowly up to her bush, and finally lowering her mouth over it, her tongue probing in, licking her clitoris and sending sensuous thrills through Suzanne's body as she had never before dreamed possible. Oh, how wonderful, she thought, how soft, delicious and wonderful; better than that hard, ugly rod that had probed her vagina so violently earlier that day. Oh, yes, more, more, suck it, suck it.

She began twisting her body, writhing in ecstasy. Yvonne's hands were on her breasts, caressing them, touching her nipples and rubbing her skin, still moist from the cream. Carole concentrated her attention on her moist, oozing crack, her tongue licking and pushing in and out slowly and with infinite tenderness and erotic titillation. Suzanne began moaning, and her arms went around Yvonne, holding her close and holding her tightly.

"Oh, yes, yes," she breathed, and then from inside her she felt an urge that she had known was there, but had never allowed surface, and she screamed out, "Fuck me, fuck me."

Yvonne pulled away quickly and grinned at her.

"Wow, we've got a little tiger here," she murmured. "What do you know?"

Suzanne pulled Yvonne's head to her own, and kissed her passionately, running her tongue over the woman's checks and neck. Yvonne shook with passion, and her hands played over Suzanne's body.

Suzanne felt as if she was floating up off the bed and looking down, watching this strange drama being played out by a cast of three, two obviously experienced and the other new to the arena but with a multitude of hidden desires that were boiling up and taking control, turning the sweet, innocent little girl into a voracious animal with fire in her loins that demanded quenching.

Without realizing what she was doing, Suzanne reached down and began feeling Yvonne's breasts. They were rather small and flat, but they felt like the most sensuous orbs, capable of arousing her even more; hungrily Suzanne lowered her lips and took a nipple between her teeth and bit gently. Yvonne gasped and her fingers dug into Suzanne's flesh in response, and almost with the same movement she pushed Suzanne over on the bed, and her tongue went down, licking her flesh. Yvonne swung around so that her hips were opposite Suzanne's head, and it seemed the most natural thing in the world as Suzanne's mouth descended on the dark brown bush between Yvonne's legs, and her fingers pulled the lips apart and her tongue pushed in, licking and tasting for the first time the warm wetness within her cunt.

Yvonne and Carole both began exploring Suzanne's crotch. Carole's fingers held it apart, and they both gazed inside at the hot, soft flesh oozing with juices of desire. Yvonne's lips rubbed over the folds, and she took the clitoris between her teeth, the end of her tongue flicking across it, sending stabs of ecstasy through Suzanne's body.

Their bodies blended, twisting and turning, crawling over each other, their fingers and tongues exploring every crack and crevice, receiving and imparting the most erotic delights that are possible. Suzanne could scarcely believe herself; only hours before, she had been pinned beneath a vicious thrusting male, hurting and pleasuring her at the same time, and making her scream for mercy and relief from the scene.

And here she was, embroiled once more in an orgy of sensual delight.

What did it matter? Who cared? Sex rose up within her, demanding relief; her lifelong frustrations and continence had driven her over the edge. For the first time she was indulging without inhibition, without any reservations. No more the timid little girl masturbating by herself in the privacy of her room; here she was, naked and aroused, intertwined with two other bodies, each eager for the ultimate peak of ecstasy, and not caring how it came, or with whom. And it was with two girls. Did this mean she was really a lesbian? Suzanne didn't care, and hardly thought about it. She only knew deep within her that these two girls would not hurt her the way the boys had – they were being gentle, tender, yet at the same time violently arousing. With every feather touch of their tongues, her vagina quivered with increasing delight, its folds voluptuously reacting to their stimulus. There was nothing but sweet, lovely sex, a stimulation she never dreamed possible. This was the way it should have been before; this was the way she bad hoped it would always be, with Sam, with anyone, who cared? It was sex – pure, wonderful, cunt-twitching, tit-twisting, lip-sucking sex – and she was loving every second of it.

Her throat began making little animal sounds of pleasure as she sucked and licked around Yvonne's crotch. She thrilled to the hardness of the woman's clitoris between her lips, caressing her with tenderness and passion. And between her own legs, the others were paying homage to her sweet, hot little pussy, giving and getting their pleasure from her innermost erotic feelings.

Suddenly Suzanne knew it couldn't go on much longer; she felt the slow surge of deep desire, right from her vagina down to the mouth of her womb, throughout every part of her. Her breasts were quivering, her thighs twitching, her entire body trembling with the approaching climax, and then she screamed out, "I'm coming, Jesus God, I'm there, I'm there. Fuck me, fuck me!" And Yvonne's tongue pushed even harder into her canal as her insides convulsed and she felt the warm rush of her juices spewing forth, running down to Yvonne's greedily licking mouth. Her hands clawed at the body next to hers, clawed at the air, and she was totally unaware of what she was saying or doing; the overpowering strength of the orgasm, the most beautiful orgasm she had ever experienced, took over and drove all else from her mind.

Suzanne felt it lasted forever, and then it was over, and she lay back, exhausted but immeasurably satisfied and feeling so content she wasn't quite sure whether she was lying on the bed, or floating on clouds.

She was dimly aware of Carole and Yvonne continuing for a little while, until they both climaxed, each moaning and thrashing together on the bed, their bodies blending, their breasts flying and their mouths covering each other's cunts. Then they lay back, breathing heavily, and Yvonne kept saying, "Oh, sweet Jesus, I don't believe it, I don't believe it."

Carole slid off the bed and went to the bathroom. When she returned, she lit a cigarette and sat up against the headboard, smoking and staring down at Suzanne with a sly grin on her face.

"You're something else," she commented.

"She is that," said Yvonne, opening her eyes and reaching for Carole's cigarette. "Gimme a drag." She inhaled deeply, her eyes on Carole, then she turned and looked at Suzanne. "That was pretty good for an amateur, baby."

Carole laughed coarsely. "Amateur? Huh!"

Suzanne smiled at them. "That's the first time ever for me," she said in a small voice. "But…"

"But it's something you've always wanted to do, is that it?" said Yvonne.

Suzanne nodded. "And it was so much better than with the boys today."

Carole laughed. "Compliments will get you everywhere."

"No, I mean it," said Suzanne. "With the boys I was scared, and they hurt me. There was no tenderness. No…" She paused for a moment. "No love," she finished shyly.