Heather Brown: The rape girls

Suddenly Jennifer could feel the nipple grow erect under her brushing and abruptly she felt less bashful about what she wanted to say. "Kimberly, do you suppose it could wait until later?"

Kimberly dropped the paper and looked at Jennifer. "Why, whatever do you mean?" Jennifer usually would have been frightened to say what she really wanted to. But the hardness of Kimberly's ever-stiffening nipple told her that it was all right to whisper, "I thought we could just, uh, relax for a while before we get out of bed."

"You mean like this?" Kimberly said softly as she leaned over and kissed Jennifer, her tongue darting hungrily between her friend's moist lips while her finger pierced the damp folds inside Jennifer's cunt.

After a long, lingering French kiss, Kimberly brushed her lips along the side of Jennifer's downy cheek, her hot tongue tracing around Jennifer's ear, whispering hotly, "Just keep your eyes on your pussy and watch while I give you a finger-fuck you'll always remember."

Jennifer shivered with ecstatic anticipation, spreading her legs so she could see Kimberly's greedy fingers ravage every inch of her cunt. One finger, and then another, plunged into Jennifer's pussy causing her to writhe deliriously; the fact that she was watching everything making it more stimulating. She placed her own hand to her pussy and pulled back the fold at the top of her cunt, exposing her clitoris completely as she watched Kimberly rub and flick it, sending her into spasms of delight.

As she finger-fucked Jennifer, Kimberly found herself getting as hot as her partner. She realized that she wanted more than just her hand massaging and stroking Jennifer's beautiful, hairless, juicy cunt. She moaned and whispered passionately to Jennifer, "I can't restrain myself when I look at your lovely cunt. Without hair, I can see everything and it drives me wild. Your clit is so pink and hard I've got to suck it and run my tongue over it."

Kimberly plunged her head between Jennifer's wide open, trembling thighs, her drooling mouth greedily enveloping Jennifer's clitoris, nibbling and sucking it in a frenzy, bathing the hairless flesh of her crotch in thick, drooling spit.

"Oh, Jesus," Jennifer sighed, swirling on a high that felt better than anything she could remember. "Eat me, Kimberly! Sink your teeth into me, eat my cunt! Oh, God, I love your tongue and teeth on my cunt."

But it still wasn't enough for Kimberly. Now her own cunt was ready to explode with passion, throbbing with a full load of sticky, oozing discharge. "Eat me while I eat you," Kimberly implored, repositioning herself so that she was hanging over the top of Jennifer in the classic sixty-nine position, her face buried in Jennifer's groin, mouthing and slobbering over her cunt, while her hairy pussy settled over Jennifer's face.

Kimberly's cunt was saturated with oozing wetness, its slick lips opening for Jennifer's grateful tongue.

Jennifer shoved her face up against the pulsating cunt, her mouth pressed tightly against Kimberly's pussy lips. It was like the French kiss they had previously shared, except that this time the lips of Jennifer's mouth were rubbing maddeningly against Kimberly's pussy lips, and her probing tongue worked inside of a cunt instead of a mouth, tasting sweet cuntjuice instead of saliva. And at the same time, Jennifer's pussy was being reamed by Kimberly's hot tongue and three fingers.

The intense tightening of the pussy muscles started at the same time for both of them, and spread throughout their bodies until they were each panting, screaming, pounding to a climax together. One more flick from each of their probing tongues and they came together, their pussies contracting.

Orgasm overtook them as they came in each other's arms, each depositing an onslaught of hot pussy juice in the other's hungry mouth as they twitched and rolled and moaned.

Finally it was over, and they flopped exhaustedly still, Jennifer's head resting contentedly on the mound of Kimberly's cunt, her mouth drooling onto the already glistening, matted pubic hair that was already soaked with spit and pussy juice.

Kimberly's head rested on Jennifer's warm, taut belly, her tongue lolling in Jennifer's navel. As she caught her breath, Kimberly looked across the exquisite lines of her friend's beautiful body, to Jennifer's spent and oozing cunt. Kimberly was gratified as she saw the trickling of the last of Jennifer's pussy juice escaping from between the slit of her full cuntlips. She watched it drip onto a piece of newspaper Jennifer was lying on.

Suddenly Kimberly sat straight up and reached briskly between Jennifer's open thighs and snatched the newspaper up through her legs, brushing it accidentally against Jennifer's wet cunt.

"What are you doing?" Jennifer said, startled.

"I've found it," Kimberly said excitedly, brandishing the soggy newspaper at Jennifer, droplets of sticky pussy juice flying through the air.

"What? What are you talking about?" Jennifer said, totally puzzled.

"Our next victim. Him!" Kimberly exclaimed as she thrust the pussy-reeking newspaper into Jennifer's astonished face. Jennifer saw a picture of a man, partially obscured because of the dampness of the paper, but identifiable nonetheless.

"That's a picture of Robert Newman, the movie star," Jennifer blurted out. "What's that got to do with us?"

"He's in town to plug a new movie of his," Kimberly said smugly. "You figure it out."

Gilda clutched the autograph book against her tits, pressing it as tightly as she could so that what was inside wouldn't fall out prematurely. She waited until her heartbeat slowed down.

She was dressed as a young matron, looking like the sort of housewife in her twenties with a couple of small children at home – the kind of woman who made up the bulk of Robert Newman's legion of fans.

Finally, she knocked on the door. Robert Newman had a reputation of being a loner, and Gilda was counting on him answering the door himself, something which seemed likely since his whereabouts was supposed to be a secret.

Gilda's knock was followed by footsteps on the other side of the door. Then there was a click and the door opened, and Robert Newman himself was standing there.

"Room service?" he said, his famous blue eyes flashing.

Before she could speak Gilda had to overcome her astonishment over seeing him – not because he was a famous movie star, but because he was so short in real life, maybe five feet six when he'd always seemed over six feet tall in his films.

Finally she caught her breath, and before he could close the door when he realized it wasn't room service, she thrust the autograph book into the opening between the door and the jamb so he couldn't close it and said, "Could I have your autograph, Mr. Newman?"

He looked irritated now. He looked at the arm extended through the open door and saw that he was not going to be able to get rid of her by merely slamming the door. "All right, if I give you my autograph, will you leave?" She nodded her head and moved a little closer to the door so that her foot was pressing against the bottom of it.

Newman took the autograph book from her and asked, "You have a pen, a pencil?"

Gilda quickly extracted a pencil from her purse and handed it to him. He took it and opened the book to sign his name. However, when he did so, what had been pressed inside the pages fell out, fluttering to the floor.

"What's this?" he said, stooping over and picking up the pink, flimsy object. He held it up before his eyes and stretched it out with his fingers, gazing with surprise and obvious pleasure at a pair of sheer bikini panties.

"These yours?" he asked, a smile creasing his tanned face, revealing his famous dimples.

Gilda didn't say anything. She didn't have to. Things were going just as she and the other girls had hoped. She lifted the hem of her short skirt to her waist and watched as his eyes looked intently at what was underneath – her exposed, hairy cunt.