There was little Alysia could do as Carl's fingers explored her body.  She tried to pull her head away, but always he pulled it back to force his tongue into her mouth.  The taste of his saliva warred with the taste of her excess.  She gagged, unsure if it was her unsettled stomach from the kiss or the beer.  His fingers assaulted her, mauled her breasts, caressed her smooth skin, and slid into her sex.  She moaned, the attention more in depth, more drawn out, than her previous encounters.  It was not a quick mauling of her breasts, or a nervous rubbing that failed to even find her clit.  Her hips rolled as his fingers explored her, trying to pull away, trying to escape.  But, trapped between him and the wall, there was no retreat.<br/><br/>It took her a moment to realize that it was not just a particularly stubby finger pressing against her.  Her mind, still hazy, took a moment longer to realize that was bad.  A moment after that to realize what he planned.  She tensed, only for the world to spin as he lifted her.  A bounce, a queasy and ragged breath, a yelp of pain as he tugged her hair, then she found herself eye to eye with the beast.<br/><br/>She could resist, would he hurt her?  More importantly, would he hurt Esther?  Unsure what to do, Alysia followed Esther's lead.  Was it so different from doing the same for Clyde?<br/><br/>Her mouth bobbed over the head of his cock, her tongue swirled around it, and she almost gagged.  The taste of their lovemaking filled her mouth, overwhelming the taste of saliva and of beer.  She fought her stomach as she bobbed, sucked, and licked.  Her eyes glanced between Esther and up towards Carl's face.  She acted almost on instinct, on rote memory of having done it before.  Her blonde hair had come free from her hair tie and framed her face, her pert lips stretched around his girth, her cheeks dimpled as she sucked.<br/><br/>She could see Esther's face, so close, her tongue playing, her own lips working.  She had the sudden urge to kiss the girl, the sudden desire to ignore Carl.  It was stupid, it was foolish, and even the rational part of her had no idea where it came from.  But, impulse control dampened by alcohol, instinct and vague memories of porn that Clyde had made her watch took over.  She pulled her lips off of Carl's cock with a faint pop, a strand of saliva linking her lower lip to the bulbous tip.  Her cheek brushed down the wet shaft as she pressed her lips against Esther's, forcing a kiss out of her, forcing her tongue into the other woman's mouth unless she pulled away.  Then, she pulled away and ran her tongue along the shaft of Carl's penis, across the tip, and down the other side.  She left the tip for Esther, as she began to lick and suck at the shaft itself.