No Relief in Sight

Julie lay back on the bed, her humiliation, drunkenness, and horniness all vying for control of the situation. After a few moments struggle, horniness won, and Julie hiked her skirt up around her waist.

Making quiet, almost animal noises, Julie attacked her own cunt viciously with her left hand. Slipping three fingers in and out of her slit rapidly, she worked to bring herself to a quick climax... but she wasn't quick enough as the door burst open. Just barely aware of her surroundings, Julie nonetheless reacted according to he puritan instincts and tried in vain to cover up as figure entered the room. She was relieved to see it was only Ashley.

The blond girl joined her on the bed and petted her best friend's hair affectionately. "How you holding up?"

Julie couldn't even answer. She just groaned in misery and frustration. Ashley offered a sympathetic smile and passed her a plastic cup. "Here, drink this. It'll make you feel better."

Julie frowned. "I don't... I don't think I need more... more booze..." she muttered.

Ashley shook her head. "Trust me, Kay?"

Julie was in no position to protest. She touched the cup to her lips and took a tentative sip. Ashley was quick to "help" her finish the drink by gently but firmly tipping the brunette's head back and upending the cup down her throat. It was all Julie could do to contain her stomach as yet more liquor began swishing around her digestive track. Though it might just have been her imagination, she thought she tasted something unusual beyond **** in the drink. "What was..."

Julie didn't get a chance to finish her question as the door burst open again and an unpleasantly familiar figure entered the room. The black clad man approached Julie rapidly, and pinned her hands above her head as he straddled her chest . "Ashley, get my fly."

"I thought we were gonna..." Ashley trailed off in mid-sentence, though in truth Julie was too far gone to grasp the implications of whatever she might have said. Ashley instead obediently unzipped the blackmailer's zipper, freeing his already erect cock.

"Straddle her face, face the headboard."

Ashley didn't hesitate a second time, positioning her dripping cunt a few inches over Julie's mouth. Julie watched almost as if removed from her body as the blackmailer wasted no time impaling Ashley's waiting opening. "Hey... ugh..." Ashley had to brace her hands against the headboard to keep her balance after the unexpected intrusion, but she offered no resistance.

The blackmailer guided their joined organs down over Julie's face. Placing Julie's hands under his knees, he reached back to tweak Julie's nipple. "Tongue."

Almost more upset about being unable to continue frigging herself than about the rough treatment, Julie nonetheless extended her tongue obediently. As exhausted as the girl was, her sexual energy was almost off the chart by this point and, even though she recognized this wasn't going to relieve her any, Julie found herself tonguing the base of the blackmailer's shaft with surprising enthusiasm. She licked around his balls, taking one into her mouth momentarily before licking her way upward to Ashley's stretched pussy lips. Although she was blocked from reaching the blond's most sensitive regions, she licked around the edge of Ashley's vagina and planted little kisses and bites along her inner thighs. She heard her best friend moan approvingly and continued her work for a while before returning her attention to the underside of the blackmailer's cock. In appreciation, the man pulled her blouse open and began pawing at her breasts and pulling her nipples.

Julie continued her ministrations to the fucking couple above her, almost subconsciously thrusting her hips up to meet a stimulus that wasn't there. Whether it was the room, the bodies in close proximity, or her own horniness, Julie found the room becoming almost unbearably hot. The sweat was pouring off her body, and the smell of sex was almost overpowering. Moaning like an animal, she continued her oral ministrations with increasing fervor. A haze seemed to descend over Julie as the moments stretched into torturous eternities.

After a length of time she would never be able to determine, her sexual reverie was broken by the ear shattering sound of Ashley's orgasm. Come dripped lightly onto her face, mixing with the omnipresent sweat Julie was still generating. Then the blackmailer pulled out, and the drips turned into a veritable bucket of Ashley being overturned on the brunettes face. The blackmailer began to wank himself for a second, then overturned his second load of the night, veritably painting Ashley's upper body.

Then it was all over but the cleanup. The blackmailer simply wiped himself off on Julie's comparatively clean skirt and excused himself with a few final instructions, but Ashley sat on Julie's face until every trace of sex was removed from her pussy. When the process brought her to a second orgasm, Julie cleaned that up too.

"C'mon, you heard the instructions. We've got to go back downstairs."

"Don' wanna go downstairs..." Julie half-moaned, half-muttered. The poor girl hanging off of Ashley's arm was a wreck. Her white blouse was torn open, but still clung to her breasts, thanks to a thick application of sweat and semen (which also had the effect of rendering the garment essentially transparent). Her face, hair, and body were covered in a similar mixture, and there was no mistaking the look and smell of sex that dripped off the girl. Her pussy was leaking like a faucet, which anyone could see as her skirt was now effectively stuck in an up position. If Julie even realized her appearance in her state of sexual delirium, she obviously didn't care as she was blatantly frigging herself with her free hand. "Wanna... wanna..."

"Wanna what? Well, I suppose that's obvious ain't it?" Remarked a male voice as he lead his girlfriend past the pair. The girl, for her part simply gave Julie a disdainful look and "hmphed". Ashley didn't recognize either of them.

"C'mon, Jules..."

In truth, the blackmailer's instructions had been pretty vague. He'd basically left Ashley in charge, though she wasn't allowed to "keep the girl to herself". She could probably even safely take her friend home to sleep it off if she wanted to. She knew if they stuck around here something was going to happen that Julie would likely regret for the rest of her life.

But the question was if Ashley would regret it. As close as the two had been up until now, Ashley had to admit she'd always resented her friend's self-righteous attitude. And there was no denying the sexual thrill she found herself getting as she tormented Julie. In for a penny, in for a pound.

She took one last look at her barely coherent friend and whispered one thought aloud to herself. "One last chance to develop a conscience, Ash..."