Chapter 6

Amy was now leaning far back on the coach, giving John free access to her pussy. To her surprise he continued to tease her but hadn't ventured under her skirt.

As they watched the now totally nude Eve struggling and not having much success in undressing Mona, Amy's hand sought John's erection, and finding it gave him a loving squeeze. His hand closed on hers, stilling it, and in a husky voice he said, "Not now. This is their time. Let's just watch and enjoy the show."

Trying desperately not to reveal her disappointment, Amy released him, but John kept his finger moving at a snails pace along her slit, causing her to bite her lip to keep from screaming.

Mona, still wearing her tight-fitting sheath, but with both breasts jutting out over the top in a bizarre fashion, carefully positioned Eve on the couch. One leg on the floor, the other draped across the top of the couch, exposing Eve's pussy to three pairs of lust filled eyes.

Then she stepped back to admire her work.

"Just let me get comfortable my love," Mona crooned to Eve as Eve leaned toward her, following Mona, not wanting to let her get away. Her groping hands mauled Mona's breasts while she planted kiss after kiss on Mona's face and neck while Mona struggled to wriggle out of her tight dress and finally accomplishing it, tossed it aside.

Amy saw that Mona was stark naked beneath and marveled at her figure. 'Huge, magnificent tits, no waist at all, and a perfectly lovely ass, if I were a guy I'd kill to fuck her, ' Amy thought. 'She's absolutely gorgeous and I'm absolutely soaked.'

Amy moaned as John's roaming finger touched her again, separating her major labia through the protective folds of cloth covering her. Her thighs parted automatically, granting him all the access he wanted.

'He knows, ' she thought. 'He knows I want him to take me. Why doesn't he?'

'This is going better than expected, ' John thought as he continued to almost idly run his finger along the teen's virginal slit. 'I might come in my pants before Mona finishes with Eve, but I've got to save Amy for tomorrow, not now. If I work this right, she'll be my love-slave forever.'

"Watch and learn," Mona purred lewdly, but loudly, looking directly at Amy and then knelt between Eve's thighs, lowered her head and blew softly on Eve's lusciously ripened pussy.

The young maid released an almost inarticulate groan and reached to grasp Mona's head, forcing her mouth down upon Eve's fevered pussy.

Amy was able to see a portion of Mona's tongue as it darted in and out of Eve's cunt and unable to suppress the moan it brought to her lips, pressed John's hand hard against her pussy. Eve lurched upward as Mona's fingers caressed a breast, and then tightened around a stiffened nipple.

"Ohhh, I'm sooo wet," Eve whispered to Mona, but everyone heard.

Mona began kissing and licking upward, running her tongue through the maze of thick black pubic hair that ended at her belly button and then licked up towards her breasts; caressing, nuzzling, and chewing on Eve's conical shaped breasts until Eve started to shake when she screamed, "Oh, Madre Mia, yes, Mona, ess good, ess so good, bite it Mona, bite my nipple."

Mona bit down hard; Eve screamed again and her whole body bounced around in a frenetic dance. Mona was holding on for dear life.

"John!" Amy cried out in longing and want.

"Hush," he said softly. "Not now, we deserve our own time."

"But Unc..."

"Not now. Let's watch. Let's watch them like you watched Janice and me fucking on the sofa in my office this afternoon."

Amy's hand flew to her mouth in surprise. "You... you knew I was there?"

"Of course I knew, I'm not stupid, you had an appointment and I deliberately took Janice at precisely the time you were supposed to arrive. How could you not realize that?"

He turned from her to gaze upon the two women across the room and then looked back at her.

"Now let's watch them, they've only started," he whispered hoarsely and his hand abandoned her crotch.

He smiled at her thinking he had her completely in hand.

"You and I will have our time tomorrow night and it will be very, very special, I promise you that."

"Oh!" Amy whimpered, at first missing his touch; and nearing a climax just from hearing his promise to take her virginity the next day.

And then his words broke through her sexual haze and registered on her consciousness. 'He set this whole thing up. It's a ploy designed to seduce me!'

Uncle John, allowed himself to become distracted, watching Eve's writhing hips as they churned into Mona's face as the porno star ate the young Hispanic out.

"Here," John said, glancing at Amy for a second, and taking her hand, dropped it on his erection. "Open my fly and take my cock out."

"Like hell I will!" she shouted, and then stood up, her fury now obvious to a stunned Uncle John.

"Wait, I can explain," he said, but Amy whirled away from him and ran into the guest room that had been set aside for her; and after slamming the door shut, locked it and then for good measure, braced a chair against the doorknob, securing her safety for the rest of the evening.

John followed her to the bedroom door, but didn't try to enter. He heard her barricading herself and knowing when he was beaten, tried to salvage what he considered a very bad situation. For he knew if Amy told his brother what had happened he might very well be a dead man.

"Amy!" He called out. "It's all right, you're safe. No one's going to hurt you or force you to do anything you don't want to."

"Go away!" Amy sobbed and threw herself on the bed, weeping as she hadn't since she was a little girl, feeling hurt, used and abused.

'How could he?' she thought as the tears coursed down her cheeks. 'How could he plan all this?'

And as women are prone to do, she set out to analyze exactly what had happened to her since she first contacted her uncle to ask his help in getting her acting career started.

He had been sympathetic, and that alone had encouraged her to comply with his requests and keep them secret from her parents. They were not odd at all, considering that she wanted to be an actress. He had asked for several photos, recent photos along with her measurements and had also been very adamant about not telling her parents about his requests. The last part she had wondered about, but dismissed as probably something he needed to establish a rapport with her and to eliminate the need to go through her parents every time he needed something to pave the way for her. Had she not been so gullible (but what teenager isn't about such things?) she might have realized some of his requests were out of the ordinary and asked her parents opinion on the matter.

But Uncle John knew show people, had connections and could open doors and Amy knew that without such help it would, or could take years before becoming a star on Broadway. Amy had been forced to call upon her arch rival in school to help her with several of the photos Uncle John wanted. But Lilly Pokerhard had come through for her, using a Polaroid to take several shots of Amy in Lilly's lacy undies, and skimpy bikini's. Amy had flushed under Lilly's scrutiny, but convinced herself that a producer might want to see more of her than Lilly was looking at the moment. And so she had leaned forward, exposing most of her cleavage to the camera and while afterward regretted posing for them, had to concede that she did look, as Lilly put it, "damn good."

She was puzzled when Lilly later donned the same outfits and had her take similar pictures of her, but realized that Lilly had the same problem she did, a need for someone who could keep a secret to partner in the photo session.

But now Amy wondered what Uncle John had done with the pictures. She had a sudden fear that he'd put them on the internet where everyone in her hometown might see them and ruin her reputation. She was just to young and too naïve to know that her pictures lacked the specific commodity the internet wanted, she was clothed in each picture, no matter how scanty the outfit, and the net wanted nudity and more. But Amy didn't know that.

Now she lay on the bed thinking the worst that her uncle wasn't a man of his word and that tomorrow she would have to take the train home with her tail between her legs.

'Well at least I'll still have my virginity, ' she told herself consolingly. 'And my pride, but my dream is shattered, ' and she began to cry once again, lost in her great misfortune.

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John flopped back in his chair staring at Mona and Eve, but not really seeing them. He was thinking about how best to salvage the situation with Amy.

Mona was laughing, for neither woman had noticed Amy's indignant departure.

"Oh, you are excited," Mona said as she tossed her head and then pressed her mouth to Eve's

dampened crotch. Eve distinctly heard Mona draw in her breath as she inhaled the scent of Eve's aroused cunt. Mona's hands caressed Eve's breasts and she turned her face to one side and said, "You smell so sweet," then moaned lewdly and turned back to gently suck on Eve's outer labia.

Mona raised her head up and spoke to John. "She's got the thickest bush that I've ever seen," and then sighed, "it's so fucking lovely."

"You think so?" Eve asked, pleased by the compliment, still managing to ignore Amy and John's presence. And then it struck her and Mona at the same time.

Where was Amy?

John noted the quizzical expressions on both girls' faces and ruefully grinned, then holding up his hands in a gesture of 'what can I say?' he murmured, "She's had enough for one night. She went to her room."

Both women accepted this and returned to where they had been a moment earlier. "Oh, yeah," the blonde haired actress replied and tenderly kissed Eve's labia. "You're so beautifully made down here."

John saw the flush course through Eve's hazel colored body at the complement. Then Eve lay back, legs parted, waiting for Mona to continue her ministrations. Mona hardly needed an invitation. Once more, the two passionately embraced, mashing breast against breast.

Mona broke the kiss first, but only to lick Eve's face all over, running her tongue over her eyelids, cheeks, nose, and forehead. Then she pressed kisses where she'd licked, before moving her attention further down.

John left the room only to return a moment later carrying a box which he placed beside the sofa on which Mona and Eve were making love. Reaching into the box he removed a rather long dildo and holding it in his left hand, patted Mona on the rump with his right.

"I've left you some toys to play with if you like," he said and nodded toward the box.

Mona's mouth left Eve's breast long enough to impart a quick, "thanks a million, Johnny boy," and then returned to torment the Hispanic girl once more with her fiery kisses and dexterous fingers. Eve's groans of contentment filled the room.

Jon started to return to his chair, but thought of something and turned to the female couple and called out, "Time out, everyone. That means you too, Mona," he laughed roguishly, partly at Mona, partly at himself, for he was walking around his apartment with his stiffened member hanging out of his trousers.

"Let's have another glass of wine everyone, shall we?" He said, pouring some chardonnay into several wine glasses.

"Always the party-pooper, Johnny-boy," Mona said, but quickly reached for her glass. And when Eve made to reach for her glass, Mona stayed her hand.

"Let's save that for later, shall we?" She said making a conscious effort to mimic John.

"Let's see how you like this?" Mona said still holding her glass, but moving it so that it hovered over Eve's twin peaks.

"Don't!" John called out. And his cry brought a curious Amy to the door, where she pressed her ear and concentrated on what was happening outside her room. Her tears were still drying, but the sensations in her young pussy were still on a rampage. Her fingers groped blindly until one lodged in her slit and letting it sink into her wetness, she slowly fingered herself.

But Mona did -- and poured just a little of the wine into the cleavage between Eve's breasts.

"Oh!" Eve gasped. And Amy wondered what was going on. Why had Uncle John yelled "No?"

As Mona's tongue began licking up all traces of the wine while Eve writhed under her talented tongue, Amy carefully opened the bedroom door a tiny crack. 'Jeez, ' she thought, 'it's like this afternoon all over again. What's that expression that's used for that? Déjà vu? Yeah, that's it. Déjà vu.'

John sat back down and absentmindedly stroked the long dildo in his hand. 'What was done was done, ' he told himself and grimaced as Mona repeated her performance a moment later, risking a stain that would ruin his finely upholstered furniture.

Then with Eve moaning and obviously wanting Mona to go further and faster, Mona called a temporary halt to her seduction, stood up, then walked over to John.

"Feel them," she said lifting her breasts up and offering them to a very startled Uncle John.

His hands reached out, each one taking a firm grip on Mona's breasts, hefting them, and once again he found himself amazed at their weight. Then he leaned in and took the right nipple into his mouth, licking it with his tongue and discovered he was suddenly enjoying himself again.

Across the room, Eve was fretting, thinking she had been abandoned by her new lover and would be left to go without satisfaction. In the bedroom Amy's fury returned. 'That pig!' she thought, he's nothing but a womanizer.' Still, she edged the door open just a little more.

"Please, Mona" Eve pleaded, "Let me do that for you!"

Eve was ready, oh so ready. 'But now, ' she thought, 'Mr. Prentice was going to take Mona away from her. It wasn't fair.' Yet Eve's conditioned reflexes kicked in as she remembered her place in this gringo society -- the bottom rung of the ladder.

She moaned in anguish, wondering what it would have been like to taste this woman's breasts. She had never tasted Juanita's, it had been her own breasts that were sampled back then, how old had she been? Fourteen? Ah, but she had tasted Juanita elsewhere and from the deep recesses of her mind she brought back the strange intoxicating flavor that was Juanita's and hoped she would be permitted to sample Mona's this night.

"Oh you will soon enough, my love." Mona said having left John and returned to her side. Mona noted the longing in Eve's eyes, and from experience, acted as if she could read the young girls mind. Mona then sat beside the Guatemalan girl and pulled her tight against her, cupping her buoyant breasts with both hands.

Eve moaned loudly as Mona's fingers rubbed against her stiff nipples; and groaned with passion as Mona's lips sucked lightly along her neck, her cheek, and then finally ran her tongue along the inner edge of the dark haired woman's ear. She had never been happier than this moment; she felt so warm and secure and she wanted this moment to last a lifetime. The only thing that made the waiting bearable was the knowledge that it would only get better.

Mona turned Eve around and kissed her softy a few more times and soon she returned to Eve's succulent buds, sucking one of the hard nipples as she slid one hand farther down over Eve's stomach; massaging lightly as it went.

For a change of pace, she took Eve's hands in her own and guided them up under the bottom of her huge breasts, pressing them firmly against her taut flesh. Eve squeezed them softy, feeling the pebbled texture of Mona's warm areolas against her smooth skinned fingers. Mona lifted one of her breasts and offered it as a gift to Eve who leaned down and kissed the center of the dark areola she had admired a moment earlier.

Unlike her own breasts, Mona's were not all of one hue, but a combination of her natural pale color and dark tan resulting from a series of furtive nude sunbathing dates that had not completely tanned her breasts and groin areas. Her large nipples and wide areola were a dark brown, several shades darkener than the surrounding skin. Eve tickled the stiff nipple with her tongue, before taking it into her mouth.

"Yesss," Mona moaned as she felt the wet embrace of Eve's mouth. "You do that well."

In reply, Eve let the hard nub slip from her lips and ran her tongue across the wide circle a few more times before taking it again fully into her mouth. After a few more minutes of play, Mona shifted her other mound to Eve's eager mouth to give her neophyte lover a chance to feast on that as well. As she worked her way across this new morsel, Eve was intoxicated by the erotic combination of Mona's natural scent and the perfume she wore. In was strongest in the deep, dark valley between her breasts, a place the Guatemalan girl was quickly becoming very familiar with.

Satisfied that Eve had enjoyed herself enough for the moment, Mona lifted both her breasts and rubbed them against Eve's own. They kissed as their nipples rubbed over each other; their tongues becoming one.

Mona said, "Darling, don't you want to suck my pussy now?"

Eve failed to respond. She was in shock for this was her dream come true and she couldn't bring herself to realize it.

Not understanding the young girl's dilemma, Mona changed course and asked, "Will you suck me off first, or shall I do you?"

Finally Eve shook off the burden of denial and lowering her eyes purred, "Ummm, yes, I do want to lick you first." That finally said, she began to slide down, still pressed against Mona's body, spending a moment kissing her breasts and running her tongue up and down the cleavage between them before moving down to Mona's stomach.