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  "Huh? What?" Still slightly dazed from the effects of their first lesbian scene, Daphne was only half-awake, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes with one fist. Tricia, on the other hand, was wide awake at the mere mention of the word "boys", and now she was glancing hungrily at the pieces of male flesh that stood before her, paying particular attention to the slowly tightening bulges in the crotches of the young boys' pants.

  Tricia saw that Robert and Al were there, and she knew from past experience that these were the two guys that all of the girls were so eager to get into bed with. She groaned inwardly at the thought of it. "I bet I know what happens now," she ventured to say. "Instead of getting down to some serious fucking and sucking we waste the next fifteen or twenty minutes fighting over which of us gets who. Then we all get into a fight, we all go home mad at each other, and nobody gets a chance to fuck anybody. It happens all the time with us."

  Patty grinned pleasurably at the thought of what was going to happen if her little scheme went off according to plan. "Au contraire, Trish," she informed the red haired girl. "As it happens, while you and your sister were asleep the rest of us already paired off and there's two boys left, one for each of you. One of you gets Al and the other one can have Robert."

  Tricia was nobody's fool. She knew that these two boys were by far the two most in demand amongst the girls, and if they really hadn't been snapped up already then something damned odd was going on around here. She pointed out as much to her friend Patty.

  "It's really very simple," Patty hastened to explain. "All of us have been trying for so long to lay Robert and Al that we're kind of bored with them and thought we ought to try out a couple of other guys for a change. So we left them for you two."

  It still seemed to the red haired Burns girl that there was something fishy going on, especially by the way her friend Patty was grinning like an idiot. But what could it possibly be? Besides, she asked herself, if the other girls had agreed to let her and Daphne have the two choicest cocks available, why should she complain about it?

  The room was filled with sex-happy teenagers now of both sexes, and they were starting to pair off into love-teams. Several of the girls in the room, who were familiar with the track records of both Al and Robert, tried to get something going with either one of those guys or both, but Patty Watson quickly stepped forward and stopped them. "I'm saving these two for something special," she informed her friends. "You wait and see, it'll be very interesting. Pick some other guy to start fucking and sucking with and trust me on this."

  The other girls nodded, not wishing to start any arguments with Patty, because it was her house and she tended to start yelling at people if she didn't get her way with them. So they hastily changed their plans, but not without casting envious glances in the direction of the two half-weekend Burns sisters and wondering just what fate the diabolical Patty Watson had in store for them.

  Patty could feel somebody touching her naked arm, and she turned to find herself looking at her friend Laura Douglas. "The boys are here now, just like you said, Patty," the second girl pointed out. "Should I go over to the Burns house now, or what? I can't wait to get this over with, it's going to be very interesting, I know."

  "Don't go over there just yet," Patty commanded. "First we've got to give these two little bitches here some time to really get something going with these guys. That way when their father shows up he'll know that they weren't exactly playing Scrabble all night."

  Laura nodded to show she understood, and then burst out laughing from the thought of what was going to happen. There had been so many all-night orgies going on lately that it was beginning to get boring. They needed something else to make things a bit more exciting, to liven thins up a little, and it I seemed to her that a nice little, sexual scandal ought to fill the bill quite nicely...

  Daphne was fully awake now, and she was standing beside her older, sister. Together they stood examining these two boys just as closely as the boys were examining them.

  At first glance Al was the more appealing choice of the two. He had a bronzed, muscular body that tended to turn on the chicks on sight. Not only that, but dangling between his legs was one of the most delicious-looking phallic organs that young Daphne had ever encountered, which in her case was saying a lot. The big drawback with Al, though, was that even though he had such fantastic equipment he didn't really know the right way to use it. To his mind was still largely a brutal affair, a matter of grasping and gasping and ramming his meat forcibly into some chick until he threatened to tear her apart. Until Al learned the proper way to use his otherwise excellent equipment, any girl he had sex with would find it a very painful affair indeed.

  Robert, on the other hand, was not a particularly well-developed specimen of masculinity, and at first glance his cock looked like some sort of a practical joke. If looks were the way to judge a man's sexual performance, then Robert was an absolute dud.

  As it happened, though, even though Robert didn't have very much in the equipment department he sure as hell knew what to do with it and how to use it. Because of all the boys that Daphne had ever gotten down with, Robert was by far the most well-versed in all forms of sexual pleasure. He knew every kind of sex game ever invented and he knew ways to turn on a chick that most guys had never even dreamed could be possible. Unfortunately, though, his equipment was so shoddy that even he couldn't do a fantastic amount with it.

  Robert and Al were both coming forward now, and each of them was gazing hungrily at both of the two Burns sisters. It was clear to Daphne that the guys were having just as much trouble trying to decide between her and Tricia as she was trying to decide between the two of them. For the first time she found herself wondering how the boys that she went to bed with tended to rate her.

  At the very last moment, however, Tricia, with her typical determination, took the whole matter into her own hands. Pushing past her younger sister she stepped up to Al and reached out with one sex-starved hand to grip his squirming cock and give it a good hard squeeze. "Come on, Al baby," Daphne could hear her sister saying, "whip it out and let me get at it, because I'm gettin' hotter and hornier by the minute."

  A moment later the older girl and her muscular companion were heading off towards a far comer of the room. Daphne watched them go, and then a moment later she was being confronted by the other boy, Robert. "Well, baby," he murmured with a libidinous grin, "it looks like it's just you and me here. What say we get a little something on, huh?"

  Robert wanted this woman. He wanted to have sex with her. But there was much more to it than that. He didn't want to merely fuck her. He wanted to make love to her. He wanted her to want him just as badly as he wanted her, and even then some.

  Robert knew all about arousing women. He knew just what made them tick and just what turned them on. He had been gathering research on the subject for years and honing his skills through constant practice and discipline. In a way he was overcompensating for the fact that he had so little going for him physically. He was ready for this girl Daphne, and he wanted it to provide as much pleasure for both of them as would be humanly possible.

  He began to caress her slowly and teasingly, running his hands so large and rough-looking against her own flesh, up and down her body and from side to lovely side. And as he did so Daphne looked down at him and smiled. She knew that this was going to be an extremely enjoyable fuck for both of them, and she was certainly looking forward to it.

  Robert peered down at her fresh upturned face and gave a strangled cry. "God, how I've wanted this!" And then he was bringing his mouth down on top of hers so that he covered it completely, practically smothering her in the process.

  Daphne felt his tongue pushing with such great urgency inside her mouth and she tongued him right back. The delicious sensation brought a fresh stream of cunt-juice welling up within her anatomy, and she shivered from the sheer delight of it. Daphne gave a sigh of pleasure and lay down.

  "Fuck me," she murmured, spreading her legs. She was more
relaxed now and waited to see what he was going to do next. She closed her eyes, and in the self-imposed darkness she could feel his nose pressing into her face and the way that his heavy, mannish breath practically burned its way into her flesh.

  She slid her arms and hands up and down on his back, slipping them under his shirt so that she could feel the bare skin beneath. She felt Robert giving a wriggle of pleasure from the experience. "That's my little girl," he whispered gently. "Now you've really got the idea, honey!"

  By this time he had his hands underneath Daphne's body and was squeezing her ripe delicious ass-cheeks as though they were luscious young honeydew melons. He started almost in disbelief at the way her tits jutted almost straight out from her body and the way that the twin pink tips were so hard and perky. He began to suck on one softly while squeezing the other with his hot horny hands.

  Daphne threw her head back and closed her eyes. This really felt good! And then Robert was switching to the other tit, rolling his tongue around on it, sucking and biting it ever so gently. Then his head went lower. He was licking her belly now, while spreading her legs until they were far apart, almost at right angles in fact. At this point Daphne felt a little funny. What was the guy going to do with her now? Just about the only thing predictable about Robert was that he was completely unpredictable. She'd been to bed with him before and he'd pulled some pretty wild stunts. Daphne had no idea what this guy was trying to do now, but she hoped that she was going to like it.

  Robert continued on his downward trek and now had his tongue between the glistening pink lips of her little-girl cunt. Daphne fell backwards onto the floor now, groaning with delight. She would never have dreamed in her wildest fantasies that something could feel so good.

  Her lover was licking and lapping away on her box like mad by this time, pushing the outer folds of the skin aside with his hot pink tongue in a determined effort to get as far into her cunt as he possibly could. "I want your pussy," he crooned softly. "I want your sweet little cunt. And you're gonna give it to me, baby. You're gonna give it to me right here and right now. So spread those fuckin' legs before I rip them off your body."

  Round and round his tongue went, in and out and through the bush. Up and down, side to side, picking up more speed with every second that elapsed. Daphne thought that she was in heaven, this felt so good. Her hips began moving up and down in rhythm with Robert's lickings, and they were making a kind of erotic music together... the sweetest music on earth.

  Daphne felt her body undergoing some strange kind of a change. At first she thought that it was going to be just another run-of-the-mill orgasm, but then she knew instinctively that this was going to be far more than that. She was aware of an indefinable tingling sensation in her toes and the tips of her breasts at the same time, and she had no idea at all of what was going to happen to her next. But she could hardly wait!

  The two sensations seemed to Daphne to be racing through her body towards her cunt, and she supposed that that was where they would eventually meet. It would be extremely interesting to find out what it would feel like when that happened, and the anticipation of the thought made her start humping even more feverishly than before.

  Up until this moment Robert had been merely tonguing the very entrance to Daphne's cunt, just the labia. But now, without any further ado, without pausing to waste a single precious second, the boy jammed his thrusting organ far up into her hot juicy little love-hole.

  Daphne gasped from the sudden shock of the thrust, and then she found herself letting out a long soft moan of approval, gasping with delight from the sheer passionate pleasure of it all. She could feel him licking and slurping at the steady flow of pussy-juice as it gushed out of her body, seeming to relish the delicious taste and the savory smell on his sex -- hungry young lips.

  Daphne started thrusting her hips forwards and backwards now, shoving her hot juicy cunt right down into his face, compelling him to lick her clean, forcing him to eat her out. Not that she had to force him, though. And he never really could have licked her dry, not by any stretch of the imagination. Because as fast as he gulped down the flowing juices, drying off the opening to her pubic orifice, more and more of the hot salty liquid would come gushing out from her opened and rapidly draining snatch, and then he would have to start it all over again. It was damned hard work, but luckily Robert was the sort of fellow who took delight in his work. Especially when the task was as I delightful as this one proved to be.

  Eagerly he kept lapping away at Daphne's box. He parted her gleaming cunt lips with his extremely talented tongue, forcing them aside and tickling her stiff little clitoris until it seemed to Daphne that she was going to explode from the force of all that pent-up passion building to a climax inside of herself.

  Actually, by this time Robert was getting her so fucking hot that she felt absolutely certain she was going to come right then and right there if he didn't stop licking away at the understandably sensitive vestibule to her erotic sensations. But Daphne knew that she had to control herself, to make this beautiful gorgeous fuck keep on going for as long as possible. The whole affair would be ever so much more stimulating that way; and ever so much more thoroughly satisfying. Robert's tongue was by this time forcing its way deeper and deeper still far down into Daphne's open and still profusely dribbling pussy-hole. The girl put her head back and moaned quite, loudly, forgetting the fact that there were other boys and girls all around the room who might hear her.

  But then she realized that she didn't care if they did hear her. As a matter of fact, now she thought of it, she wanted them to hear her. She wanted to share this wonderful beautiful fuck with the whole wide world.

  In and out of her hole went the grinning boy's tongue, and each stroke brought the girl just that much closer to what she had come here for in the first place: that beautiful thing known as an orgasm. She was beginning to think that she wasn't going to ever be able to stop her flow of pussy-juice, that it was just going to keep on gushing out of her forever and ever. By this time Daphne was getting a little bit frightened, something that had never happened to her in a sex act before. She was getting a little too hot, a little too excited for her own good, and she knew that that was a dangerous sign.

  Just when she thought that she was going to have to scream out, to stop him from completing the passionate powerful thrusting of his tongue into her snatch, he pulled his saliva-coated muscle out of her hole and stood up quickly.

  "Suck me!" he shouted suddenly, so abruptly that it took Daphne completely by surprise. It was not a request, it was an order: she had been commanded to go down on his dong. Daphne knew that she did not have to obey this guy, of course; it would be a very simple matter to just get up and walk away. But she wanted to carry out the order somehow. She really wanted to suck this guy off, to give it to him French-style as he had done to her. After all, that was what sexual equality was truly all about.

  Without further ado, without even a single word of protest, Daphne meekly obeyed. Slowly she rose to her knees, her eyes fastened hungrily upon the fly of Robert's trousers, the fly that he was now slowly undoing with one shaking hand. It took him a little while to whip it out, because he was so excited, but after a while he got hold of the thing and was dragging it out forcibly. And once it was out, Daphne was delighted to see that it was larger and harder than she had been led to expect, and certainly much more beautiful. The veins could be seen clearly, protruding from the sides of the thin-skinned organ, and a sure sign that Robert was well on the way to having an orgasm of his own. Daphne had been fucking for so long now with so many different kinds of boys that she could read cocks the way that some people read faces.

  The blonde girl gazed at the organ as thoughts of pure sexual lust flashed into existence within her brain. There was a single gleaming drop of liquid at the very tip of the hot red cock-tip, and somehow or other this served to make the entire organ look deliciously kinky to the girl. She couldn't wait to get her greedy little mouth wrapped around that t
hing.

  She paused for a moment to gather her breath, like a carnival acrobat about to begin a routine. And then with one mighty plunge Daphne sunk her hot wet lips all the way down upon the quivering, pulsating cock shaft.

  She choked violently as Robert, no longer able to control himself, started ramming his cock in and out of her mouth with driving passion. He shoved it further and further into her all the time, and Daphne sucked on the thing as best as she could, although this was rapidly becoming harder and harder for her to do.

  "Oh, baby," she managed to moan out through a morsel of the hot man-meat, "Let me go down on it farther. Let me go down on it all the way. Let me..."

  Daphne never finished. For a moment later there was a crashing sound and the door to the room swung open with a bang. The blonde girl looked up and then let out a high-pitched shriek of horror. For she was looking directly into the angry eyes of her father!

  CHAPTER FOUR

  For what seemed like hours there was absolutely no movement in the room. Nobody spoke, nobody moved, nobody dared even breathe. It seemed to Daphne that the only thing that existed in the universe was her father's angry face, glowering at her from the stairs at the other end of the room.

  Finally her father spoke. "Come here, you two sluts," he hissed, spitting out the words between his teeth. The use of the plural word, "sluts" as opposed to "slut", reminded Daphne that her sister Tricia was here too. She shot a glance in her sister's direction without turning her head or twitching a muscle, and was relieved to see that Tricia had been caught in an even more compromising position with Al than she herself was with Robert. That meant that her father would probably be angrier at Tricia. Daphne was no anxious to see her sister get into trouble, but she was a practical child, and she knew that if she had to choose between herself getting in trouble or her sister, the choice was an obvious one.

  It seemed as though a year had gone by before Hamilton Burns was striding into the room, pushing his way through the motionless bodies towards where his two daughters lay with their lovers, literally caught in the act. "I told you to come here," he said to them quietly, and in a way that made Daphne's blood run cold within her veins, "and that means that you're supposed to come HERE!"