The girl was dazed, and kept trying to take the black vial from Sophie’s fingers.
Mary pushed her back roughly another time. “Shit, bitch! A moment of patience!”
Sophie looked around, and put the vial on the dresser, then she took the sealed syringe and the rubber tourniquet from her back pocket.
“Wasn’t it like that for you too?” she asked.
Mary pushed Suzanne back and the girl sat on the bed. The sheets were a mess after both she and Sharon had fucked Ben on that mattress. Mary grinned at the memory, the smell of sex and smoke hanging in the room making her nipples stiffen.
“I tried to oppose it,” she chuckled. "I was so scared, and so excited. I prayed to be delivered." She rummaged in her jacket’s pocket and pulled out a crumpled pack of Marlboros.
“Stupid,” Sophie said.
She was loading the syringe with the black fluid.
Mary blew a mouthful of smoke in Suzanne’s face, and grinned when the girl coughed. “Yes, very stupid. You?”
Sophie stood, holding the syringe high. Suzanne’s eyes grew larger as she stared at the black liquid bubbling in it.
“Not really,” Sophie said. “I wanted it. I really wanted it.”
“You always were a slut.”
Sophie laughed. “Look who’s talking.”
She knelt on the floor. “Take her sweatshirt off,” she said.
Mary held the cigarette between her lips and with a rough wretch pulled the gray sweatshirt off her daughter’s body. The long hair were entangled with it, and Suzanne screamed in pain as Mary pulled her hair. That seemed to bring it back to herself.
“What are you doing?” she asked tremblingly.
Sophie held the syringe between her teeth and quickly looped the tourniquet around Suzanne’s arm.
Mary grinned. “You will love it, I promise you.”
Suzanne stared at the black fluid. “What is it?”
Sophie held the needle to her arm. “Everything you ever wanted,” she said.
Suzanne was trembling.
“Hold her arm,” Sophie snapped.
Mary sat by her daughter and grasped her wrist and her elbow, blocking the arm.
Sophie placed the tip of the needle against the blue vein pulsating in Suzanne’s forearm. “Ready?” she asked, a light of pure evil in her eyes.
Suzanne took a long deep breath.
“Do it!” she finally said.
Mary chuckled, and stamped a kiss on her tear-streaked cheek. “That’s my girl!”
Sophie pushed down the plunger.
#
Samantha was hypnotized by Ben’s muscles.
The man grinned and pulled her closer, patting her ass and pushing a hand through her long brown hair.
“She always had the hots for you,” Sharon said. She lit a cigarette and took out another black vial.
She had to step behind Ben to dangle it in front of her sister’s eyes. Samantha looked up druggedly and her eyes widened.
“What is this?” she whispered. She stretched a hand but Sharon stepped back.
“It’s your medicine, sis.”
“Wait, honey,” Ben said. He took Samantha by the shoulders and pushed her back. “I have an idea.”
“You too?” Sharon said, piqued.
Ben grinned and pushed Samantha back.
“Look at this, baby,” he said, and he unzipped his jeans.
Samantha’s mouth hung open.
Sharon walked closer to her man and caressed his limp cock. “You’ve had a lot of action today, stud.”
“No,” he said. “She does it.”
Sharon laughed evilly. “You heard Ben, sis? It’s your turn to make him hard.”
Samantha was still staring at Ben’s tool.
Slowly she walked up to him, and he guided her hands around his length. “C’mon, Sam. Put some iron in it.”
Her eyes in Ben’s, Samantha started gently massaging his cock. She gasped as it moved and shifted in her hands.
“It’s all right sis,” Sharon breathed in her hear, enveloping her head in a cloud of smoke. Gently she pulled her sister’s hair on a side, and slipped her hands underneath her sweatshirt. “Let’s take this off,” she whispered.
Samantha was breathing heavily, her hands working faster, holding Ben’s cock two-handed and pumping it to erection.
Sharon undid the clasp of her long denim shirt and let it fall down on the floor.
Standing against Ben’s chest in her white cotton bra and panties, Samantha was like in a fever.
Ben snapped his fingers, and gestured for Sharon to give him the vial. Sharon’s eyes flared cruelly. “Oooh, I see,” she cooed.
Ben pushed Samantha back as he uncorked the vial with his thumb. Then, holding the girl’s gaze, he poured the contents over the head of his cock. The black liquid poured down his shaft, covering it evenly, like a thick, oily condom. Not a single drop fell on the floor.
Samantha’s breath was racing, her eyes fixed on the enormous black tool.
She licked her lips.
“C’mon, Sam,” Ben growled. “We both know you want it.”
Samantha fell to her knees with a sigh, and swallowed Ben’s cock like there was no tomorrow.
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