In the middle of the Twentieth Century, in the early Nineteen-sixties, there were born five different females, all exceedingly beautiful, none of whom would know the other for between eighteen and twenty years. They grew up in entirely different neighborhoods, had different social backgrounds, knew different cultures, and really had nothing in common well, almost nothing in common. To be more correct, they had someone in common rather than something.
Roger Starr was approximately one year younger than the oldest of the five girls. Roger had just turned twenty-one. He was a shy, quiet young man, about five feet ten inches in height, with dark-brown hair, deep hazel eyes, a somewhat prominent but by no means ugly nose, and a firm jaw below a pair of thin lips. From the neck down, Roger had what might be termed a perfect athletic build. He had worked hard for it, having come from a family of fatties. In fact, he, himself had been a fatty until the age of eighteen, when he had started a program of physical reeducation which had removed all the excess fat and replaced it with firm, solid muscle.
While not exactly built along the lines of a Mr. America, Roger did have an extremely solid body, and he was lithe as well, moving quickly so that his muscles worked for him instead of against him. He needed that kind of body to go along with his brilliant mind.
In almost all respects, Roger seemed normal, if slightly ahead of everyone else his age. He had the highest marks in his class at all times though he'd had to work hard at that, as well. But Roger had learned to discipline himself.
Needless to say, everyone who knew Roger respected him. The older people liked him, the boys and men his own age looked up to him, and most of the girls were crazy about him. However, there were five girls who, at one time or another, had caused Roger considerable pain. This had been prior to his program of physical discipline. Had these same five met Roger for the first time after, they probably would have behaved much the same way all other girls reacted toward Roger. It would have been better for them if they had, for at the moment, Roger Starr, who had been graduated summa cum laude from his university, had plans for these five girls. Where Roger might have been brilliant in most other respects, when it came to these five, Roger Starr was obsessed to the point of insanity.
Zany antics never did fit into Roger's scheme of things. Life was too short to be anything other than serious as far as he was concerned. What he had planned for the quintet was a lifetime of remembering that they had once, in some way or other, badly mistreated Roger Starr. Roger forgave practical jokes, and he never took offense at anyone teasing him, but Roger didn't like to be abused, and Roger didn't like to be used. Five women had either abused or used him. They would pay.
CHAPTER TWO
Andrea Sheppard was only two months younger than Roger. Andrea was tall, slender, with long blonde hair, twinkling gray eyes, a slightly crooked nose, but a delightful mouth that took attention away from her nose. She had a fantastic body with huge breasts, a slender waist, wide hips, rounded buttocks, and long, slender legs.
Cheerful bright colors always adorned Andrea's body. She loved to stand out in a crowd. She also adored being the center of attention, as she had been ever since she had been a little girl. Right from the first day of kindergarten, she had enchanted the teacher and almost all the other kids.
However, Andrea was a totally selfish individual. She had been brought up by her parents to believe she was better than anyone else, and that she was able to get away with things other kids wouldn't have been able to do. The easiest way to do forbidden things was to blame someone else if caught. After all, who in their right mind would be capable of believing something evil of a sweet, innocent-looking little girl like Andrea.
All in all, life was easy for Andrea, because she did whatever she pleased, and when caught, somehow or other managed to shift the blame to someone else. At the age of five, she had done just that to Roger Starr.
It was at a kindergarten picnic that Andrea had conned Roger into playing "I'll show you mine if you'll show me yours." They had been away from the other kids, and alone behind some high hedges in the park, they had displayed their genitals to one another, strictly out of curiosity more than anything else. The teacher had caught them, and Andrea tearfully explained that Roger had forced her to do it. Naturally she was believed, and Roger was severely punished. Aside from having him called down to the principal, he was severely spanked by his father. Roger's rear end hurt so much, and for so long, he had found sitting almost unendurable for nearly a week.
Now Roger was twenty-one, finished with college, with a graduate degree in engineering, and still quite cognizant of the fact that Andrea had once caused him unending humiliation and pain. Roger Starr never forgot, but more important, he never forgave.
Andrea was finishing up in one of those exclusive all-girls' colleges, but rumor had it she'd already been to bed with half the male members on the faculty, though no one had ever actually come out and said anything. After all, the Sheppard family was quite prominent in the town of Meadowbrook, Ohio.
During the summers that he had been in college, Roger had taken the opportunity to study engineering by firsthand experience, going with some of the finest engineering firms in the country, and out of the country for that matter. He had traveled with other engineers of the highest caliber all through Europe, South America, Asia, and parts of Africa. In his travels, Roger had made more than one good friend. Now, he intended using some of these friends to aid him in his revenge on the various women in his life whom he sincerely believed had humiliated him beyond endurance.
Not that these people would realize Roger was using them. On the contrary, to them, it would appear as if Roger was doing them a favor. They would feel themselves more in his debt than ever, but the simple fact was, Roger was using them to get sweet revenge. Now he wanted revenge on Andrea. She was first on the list, and she would be the first one on whom he would wreak his vengeance. The important thing was to make the punishment fit the crime. At that, Roger was most adept.
CHAPTER THREE
By now, Roger was considered one of the most eligible young bachelors in Meadow brook, if not in all of Ohio. Mothers wanted their daughters to become acquainted with the young man who, on his last summer hiatus, had secured for himself a place in the firm of Collins and Cole, the largest engineering firm in that part of the country. He had earned ten thousand dollars over the summer, and his job, which would be as a world-wide troubleshooter for the company, would commence as soon as he was out of college. He would start at seventy-five thousand a year, plus expenses. His expense account was virtually unlimited. Therefore, whatever Uncle Sam and the State of Ohio didn't take from his salary would go directly into the bank. In addition, there were to be huge bonuses, including the initial hundred thousand dollar bonus they had given him to sign with their firm.
It was only natural that Andrea, daughter of what had been the town's richest scion, would suddenly develop an interest in Roger, though following the kindergarten fiasco, she had put him out of her mind. In fact, she had completely forgotten what had taken place in kindergarten, and didn't associate the tall, ruggedly handsome Roger with the little boy she had convinced to show his penis. Even if she had remembered, the penis he sported at present looked totally different from the way it had looked then, and she would never have recognized it.
Andrea's father was dead. Her mother was only interested in her own earthy pleasures, and as a result kept no tabs on her daughter, whatsoever. If Andrea went out on a Monday and didn't return until the following Sunday evening, her mother neither knew nor cared.
Andrea was well aware that when her mother died, whatever was left of her father's fortune would come to her. That was what she was waiting for, hoping her mother's gluttonous and hedonistic pleasures would put her in an early grave. At the same time, in order to secure her future in case her mother managed to spend everything, Andrea began scouting for eligible men to marry, which was how she came to find out about Roger. His prospects were fantastic, and it was rumored that within ten to fifteen years, he would probably be running the entire firm, drawing a ten million dollar annual salary, taking almost as much in cash bonuses, and an additional ten to twenty million a year in stock options.
Roger seemed like exactly the right kind of person for her to meet, and she was wondering how she might make his acquaintance, when he surprised her by stopping by her father's mansion one day while she was home. The surprise was both, that he was stopping by, and that she happened to be home at the time. Andrea was almost never home. What Andrea didn't know was that Roger had paid one of his friends, who had recently gone to work for an investigation agency, to keep an eye on Andrea and let him know when she was home. Not only that, but Roger soon came to know everything about Andrea, including the fact that she would never be missed if she were to totally disappear. How absolutely delicious!
Roger had a full dossier on Andrea's sexual activities in college. He knew the names of every person with whom she had slept, and had found out through his private investigator just what kinds of sex she liked most, but more important, he also found out what kinds of sex Andrea didn't like. When he dis-coverd this last, he smiled, because it fitted in perfectly with what he had in mind.
CHAPTER FOUR
Gabrielle Lamarr not her real name was a prostitute. There weren't too many hookers in Meadowbrook, and even the Mafia didn't bother with such a small community, so Gabrielle and the few other hookers who did work there were free-lance, and as a result, kept all the money they earned.
Gabrielle had gone to school with Andrea and Roger when they were younger, but Gabrielle, coming from a poor family, had to resort to the world's oldest profession in order to earn a living and support her mother, and her five brothers and sisters. Her father had died while she was in high school, and that was when Gaby, as she was known, had turned to becoming a pavement princess. Since there wasn't that much competition in Meadowbrook, Gaby received the best rates from a whole bunch of deviates, both men and women, all of whom were parents of kids she had gone to school with.
Roger knew Gaby, and he liked her, more than liked her. He'd had direct amorous feelings but hadn't let her know. Now he felt a bit sorry for the way she was forced to earn a living. That is, he felt sorry for her until she told him one evening that she enjoyed earning her living that way. They had met in a small bar near the edge of town where Roger had been wandering, looking for the right person to help him put his plan against Andrea into action. He had paid for Gaby's time, and had merely sat and talked with her about old times in school. They sat in a booth at the back of the bar, and as they talked, it occurred to Roger that Gaby had once been accused of lesbianism by Andrea when Andrea had wanted a part in a school play that was going to go to Gaby.
"The funny thing is," Gaby said to Roger, "I didn't even know what lesbianism meant at that time. Today, I indulge in it, along with all the other wonderful vices. Still, I'd like to get back at that bitch for taking away the one decent thing I had earned in high school. It would have been nice being the star of the school play."
"Well, then," Roger told her. "I have an idea just how we can both have a little fun with her."
He then proceeded to outline his idea to her, and Gaby smiled, saying, "I'm willing to do that for nothing. Gratis!"
"Hell!" Roger laughed. "That'd ruin your professional standing. Tell you what, though. Andrea is just one of five I've been yearning to revenge myself on. I may or may not tell you the names of the others as I go along, depending on whether or not I'll need you. But I want you on twenty-four hour call. I'll pay your five hundred bucks a week just to stay on call. If I use you, I'll pay you fifty bucks an hour for your time. In the meantime, you can continue to ply your trade and still earn money."
"Fine," Gaby nodded. "I have an answering service, and what's more, I carry one of those little phone beepers to let me know when I have an urgent call. Any time you want me, just phone the answering service. Okay?"
Roger handed her five bills, all hundred dollar denominations, and said, "Okay. By the way, why are you calling yourself Lamarr. I mean, we all know that isn't your real last name."
"You know it, and half the town knows it," she smiled. "But there are people moving in all the time who don't know it, and Gabrielle Lamarr can earn a lot more money than Gabrielle Fishbein."
"True," Roger nodded. "Now, in order to expedite our plan, may I suggest you take a room at one of our swankier motels and let me know precisely where you'll be."
"I keep a room at the Blue Poppy," she smiled. "Just go to the room clerk and tell him you want The Suite. He'll understand."
"Even if I have Andrea with me?"
"They know I'll swing any which way."
"Good!" Roger nodded. "Suppose we tentatively set this thing up for this coming Saturday night."
"Fine with me," Gaby nodded.
It was the following night that Roger phoned Andrea and asked if he might come over to see her. That was when she was surprised to hear from him, and more surprised that he had managed to catch her in the house, since she was almost never there. She had been planning to go out with some local playboy, but the plans hadn't been definite, and besides, the playboy sounded like such a dull person. Roger Starr sounded to Andrea as if he might be a real live wire.
So Roger had come over. The two of them had hit it off, especially since they both discussed Andrea's favorite topic, Andrea, all evening long. So when Roger set up their date for Saturday evening, Andrea was more than willing.
"I sometimes like fun and games both, before and after I go out," he told Andrea. "How about you?"
"What makes you so sure I'm that kind of girl?" Andrea asked.
"You look like the fun type," he smiled. "Besides, bet I can teach even you a few new tricks."
"We'll see," Andrea shrugged.
CHAPTER FIVE
On Saturday night, as per instructions, Andrea went to the Blue Poppy. Roger had told her he was in the process of closing a big money deal, and he wanted her in The Suite, ready and waiting for him when he got there. They would ball, then he would spend a lot of money on her, and they would return and ball some more.
At least that had been the original plan.
Saturday night, Andrea took a cab to the Blue Poppy, then followed Roger's directions and entered through a side door so that no one saw her. She already had a key to The Suite, and so let herself in.
It was a large room with mirrored ceilings from wall to wall. The bed was gigantic, and the floor had inch-thick carpeting. There was a large screen TV set in the room that played closed circuit triple-X-rated movies.
Although Andrea had taken a shower earlier that day, Roger had asked her to make sure she take one when she got to The Suite, so she removed her sequined blue dress, leaving it and all her undies on a chair, and then went and took a quick shower. When she returned, her clothing was gone. But Roger was there, and what was more, so was another woman, a woman she seemed to remember from high school.
There were two things Andrea didn't like. One, was to do anything with another female. The other, was to be sodomized. Tonight was the beginning of hell on earth for Andrea Sheppard.
"What's going on?" Andrea asked.
"A threesome," Roger replied. "You, Gaby, and me."
Andrea looked at Gaby and shrugged, unable to see what Roger wanted with her. After all, Gaby was almost ugly compared to Andrea. True, her breasts were as large and her figure as good, but so what! Even more insulting was the idea that this man thought she, Andrea Sheppard, wouldn't be enough for him. There had been one night back in college when she had gone out with three different professors and had taken them all on, one at a time within a span of four hours. Now this up-and-coming worm expected her to share him with an obvious pro!
"You're both out of your mind," Andrea said to them. "I don't play games with other women, and I don't play with men who want other women around. The two of you are going to have to find someone else to join in your kinky games."
"Well, well," Roger said, smiling at Gaby, "it seems the young lady is definitely virginal in some respects. Considering her reputation with men, it's difficult to believe that she hasn't experienced every kind of sex there is."
"The hell with you both," Andrea snapped, turning to leave.
But when she tried the door, she found it was locked. An electronic lock had been installed when the motel had first been built, and it was controlled by a switch on the night table to the left of the huge bed. Gaby had automatically locked the door when the two had come in.
"Well, now," Roger smiled, folding his arms in front of him. "If you don't want to make it a threesome, we'll settle for a twosome."
"That's more like it," Andrea nodded.
"You and Gaby," he laughed.
"What!" Andrea gasped.
"Sure, I'll just stand here on the side and watch. After you and Gaby fool around a bit with one another, I'll give Gaby the fucking of her life."
"That's disgusting!" Andrea gasped. "Whatever gave you the idea I'd go for something like that. Forget it, buster!"
"If you haven't tried it, don't knock it," Gaby smirked, walking over to where she was standing, still wrapped in the towel she had been using to dry herself off. "You look like the kind of 'lady' who would actually like it."
"Let's cut this crap," Andrea insisted. "Just let me get out of here."
"Dressed in just a towel?" Roger laughed. "Why at best, you'd be the laughing stock of all of Meadowbrook. Let's cut the crap and get down to it, already," he said, his voice taking on a serious tone. "I'm going to get a good look at both your bodies, to begin with. Not only that, but Andrea, you're going to do exactly as Gaby and I say. If Gaby wants to 'play' with you, you'll go along. It's either that, or I call up a photographer I know, and he'll come here and take pictures of your naked body fooling around with Gaby even though it might be done forcibly and those pictures will be published in the Meadowbrook Gazette. Dig?"
"Why?" Andrea gasped, staring aghast at the other couple. "Why are you doing this to me? What did I ever do to you? Either of you?"
"You don't even remember," Roger said disgustedly.
"If we reminded you, it probably wouldn't register at all. If it did register, you would probably shrug it off, claiming you really didn't know what you were doing at the time, either time. It's enough that Gaby and I know what you did to us in the past. You can go on thinking you're the poor, helpless victim of unreasonable suffering. Face it, Andrea! This is the beginning of lifelong retribution."
Her hand went to her bosom, clutching the towel all the more tightly, feeling her heart pounding madly inside her. She noted how Roger's eyes followed the movement of her hand, and his tongue flicked out and licked his dry lips in eager anticipation of what was to come. He looked to be mad. There would be no reasoning with him. She felt terrified, and her legs became rubbery. She had to grab the board at the foot of the bed to keep herself from falling.
Turning, she looked at Gaby, hoping the woman would offer her some solace. Gaby, she noted, was shorter than herself, and her hair was a bleached blonde, not that natural gold Andrea had. Gaby wore her hair in a short upsweep so that it never got in the way when she plied her trade.
Staring at the woman, Andrea realized Gaby was actually looking forward to playing with her. It showed in the shining eyes of the town harlot. There would be no salvation there.
Perhaps tears might work. Andrea was adept at using any weapon available, even the womanly prerogative of crying.
She forced the tears out, sobbing in a soft voice. But Roger was adamant and unmoved by her tears. Her weeping seemed to make him actually happy. When he started moving toward her, she tried backing off.
"No, no, don't come any closer," she whimpered.
'Then you'll do as your told," Roger insisted.
"Y-yes," she gasped. "Just tell me what it is you want me to do, and I'll do it."
She had to play along with them until she found some way out of here. When she did, she would use her influence as a Sheppard to bring the whole world down about them. At the moment her entire body was trembling, and there was an involuntary quiver of her lower lip.
"That's more like it," the man snorted as he stepped away from her. "For openers, take off that towel, then spread that luscious body of yours out on the bed. Then I'll watch, and Gaby will play with you a little, after which you'll reciprocate and play with her."
Andrea was unable to believe this was happening to her. All her life she had gotten her way, either with her father, her school teachers, even the men with whom she had gone to bed. She fucked like a bunny, but only because it pleased her to do so and not because it made the men happy. The pleasing of the men had been a mere side-effect, so to speak, and it had put them that much more firmly under her domination. But at the moment she was the one being dominated.
The natural blonde felt a touch of vertigo, her long hair flailing every which way as she stumbled toward the bed, reached out, and this time steadied herself by grabbing the mirrored headboard. Tears continued pouring from her eyes, but this time they weren't of the crocodile variety. They were real. How degrading to be forced into a sexual experience with a woman and a whore at that. Even more degrading was the idea that this man had engineered it all and would watch the entire scene. The one thing Andrea had always insisted on when in the sack with any man was that there be no witnesses present. Now she was being forced to do things with a woman, and a man she was quickly learning to hate was present.
God! She thought. What the hell am I going to do? How do I get out of this? They still haven't told me why they 're doing this to me. I don't think I can go through with this.
But the determination in the eyes of both, Roger and Gaby, made Andrea understand she really didn't have much choice. Even if she yelled it would do her no good. This room was soundproof. The police never raided this motel. They were paid too much to stay away. Andrea knew, if she didn't do as she was told, she would be forced into it anyway, and it would be even more distasteful.
"Why not give the lady a little help, Gaby," Roger invited.
The prostitute didn't hesitate for a moment. She walked right up to Andrea and grabbed the top of the towel.
Andrea all but jumped when the other female's fingers made contact with the towel. She pulled away from her, panting with terror, but Gaby simply moved closer to her again. Roger, meanwhile, had found a soft easy chair and he'd sat down. He was leering, anticipating what was to come.
Gaby was anticipating more than a little enjoyment from what was going to take place. Andrea had a quite lovely body, and this would make it all that much more enjoyable, because her hate for Andrea rivaled that of Rogers. She grabbed the edge of the towel again, and pulled, and the helpless Andrea realized her nakedness was totally revealed to the two people in the room, both of whom were still fully dressed. She shivered, feeling the air-conditioning wash over her.
Andrea wanted to scream, but she knew she didn't dare. Instead, she watched Gaby fling the towel off into a corner of the room. Two pairs of eyes lasciviously took in the rounded contours of her body. The large, full breasts were already sagging the littlest bit, but basically because of their own weight. They wobbled with Andrea's breathing, making Roger smile a bit.
"Stunning," Roger admitted. "You're absolutely lovely. Yes, I think you're going to help advance my career. Gaby, it's your turn," he insisted as the prostitute reached out and pinched Andrea's right nipple. The tantalizing pink tip turned from a flat button into an elongated pellet. It resembled the eraser on the end of a pencil set against a large pink suction cup which in turn was stuck to the large round globe depending from her otherwise narrowly slender breast. The matching nipple had not yet been excited, and as a result, looked like a flat coral button.
Gaby wasted no time in taking off her own dress. It was a garment designed for easy removal, and there were no underclothes beneath. In spite of the abuse to which Gaby's body had been subjected since she had started whoring for a living, Gaby was in better shape than Andrea. Her breasts with their brown tips were just as large as Andrea's, and just as tantalizing, if not more so because they stood up better. Her areolae were smaller than Andrea's but an areola had no sensitivity in it, as did her nipples which were slightly thinner than Andrea's. Her waist was narrower than Andrea's. All the hard work had her burning calories constantly. Her belly had a little rounded swell to it, just enough to make it look tantalizing when compared to the flat almost deflated look of Andrea's stomach, and underneath, she had a pelvis that was puffy and swollen with a thatch of dark-brown curls contrasting with the sparse gold fuzz on Andrea's mound.
"Now let Gaby and me take a good look at you," Roger ordered. "Turn around slowly."
The natural blonde began to slowly pivot, feeling more and more humiliated, her hands hanging limply at her sides. No doubt about it, her figure had not yet started to push itself out of shape. She would be perfect for what he had in mind after he'd finished using her. Roger made no secret of the hungry way he enjoyed looking at her. That lovely rounded ass of hers was still virginal and seemingly begging to be used. Before the night was over, he would do just that.
Gaby was staring at Andrea's body as a whole. She had played games with many older women, once even having sexual contact with Andrea's own mother. In all probability she was one of the few women in the world to play with a mother and then a daughter, afterward. Men did it constantly, but not women. Women usually liked to play with father and son combinations. Gaby had done both.
Andrea's sexy body was beginning to take its toll on Roger. He felt himself perspiring profusely as he took off his suit jacket and let it hang on the back of the chair where he had been sitting. The bulge that pressed out in his crotch was throbbing as he continued staring at Andrea's sexy body. He was able to see the outline of her rib cage as her flesh pressed against her bones beneath the superb swellings of her full and bloated breasts. Her flat belly looked almost out of place on a body with so many contours and curves. However, the faint blonde pubic fuzz revealed that her cuntlips were fairly flat, too. Roger was a man who liked thick, pouting pussylips. The round solidity of her thighs almost hid the pinkness of her cunt, as if trying to tease men into coming closer and taking a better look. Her hips were very full and chalk-white, because Andrea didn't like wearing bathing suites or sun suits, and so the entire middle of her body was almost albino.
Still, the mere sight of her nakedness and that of Gaby's set Roger's heart rapidly beating. Both women had truly elegant bodies. Both women had been used a lot. Gaby did it for a living, Andrea did it for pure pleasure, but there was no doubt in Roger's mind that if Andrea had come from as poor a background as Gaby, Andrea would be the one hustling for a living, giving Gaby some real competition. But it was Andrea's ass that interested him the most. Though her cunt had been used countless times, her ass had never been used, and as far as Roger was concerned, that was a real waste. His breathing speeded up in spite of his attempt to control himself.
As Andrea continued slowly turning, her profile came into view, giving Roger an opportunity to see how her breasts were starting to sag a little, probably a combination of their heaviness added to the fact that Andrea liked to go around without a brassiere. Well, the important thing was, long before her tits had a chance to sag further, Andrea would have been put to good use.
Now he was staring at the ass he had been thinking about for so long. They were round, milk-white, with a dark line between them hiding the puckered secret no man had ever plumbed before. Those thighs of hers were long and strong, strong enough to support the weight of a man a hundred pounds heavier than himself. That was good, because the man to whom he was going to eventually give her weighed a whole lot more than he.
"Both of you girls are absolutely stunning," Roger insisted, once Andrea had turned to face him again. "But now the time for fun has arrived, so suppose the two of you ladies begin."
Gaby was standing directly behind Andrea, and the moment she placed her hands on Andrea's shoulders, the haughty natural blonde began violently shivering. Gaby's hands slid down her back, touching her spine, and massaging her rounded buttocks. She shuddered even more when Gaby leaned forward and kissed the nape of her neck, wondering if she might throw up her guts because of her being touched this way.
"That is one terrific ass," Roger insisted out loud. "You know, Gaby, I'll bet, if you had a cock of your own, you'd probably fuck that sexy looking ass."
"She has such soft, creamy skin, too," Gaby murmured out loud, her lips kissing Andrea's shoulder, feeling her all over, both front and rear. "Lie down, Andrea. Since we're going to make love, let's do this the right way. We want a good look at what you have hidden between your toes."
"My toes?" Andrea asked, taken aback.
"Your two big toes," Gaby continued. "We want to see what's nestling between them. Just lie down and open those thighs of yours really wide. I want to see if an aristocratic pussy is really better looking than one belonging to a girl from my side of the tracks."
Disgusted, more than a little frightened, Andrea knew better than to disobey, and she immediately lay down. She was still sniffling a little, and an occasional tear was running down her cheek in the hope of eliciting some pity from either of these two both of whom she would revenge herself on when the time came. For the moment, she lay back, her head resting against the pillow. Roger got to his feet and walked to the foot of the bed in order to get a better view.
"Come on!" Gaby snapped, slapping Andrea on the belly. "Get those thighs spread wide apart. We both of us want a good look at that upper-crust pussy of yours."
Sighing, Andrea spread her thighs wide apart, but it still wasn't enough to suit Roger.
"You do it for her," he said to Gaby, and the other girl took a firm grip on both of Andrea's knees, and she yanked them strongly apart, making Andrea gasp as she felt her muscles being stretched a bit more than she had expected.
What Andrea hated most about all this was her total and utter helplessness. She had been in situations before where things hadn't gone her way, but somehow or other she had managed to charm other people to come around to her way of thinking in the end. But it was obvious this pair thought they had a grudge against her, and there would be no way of convincing them to be gentle. Just what kind of grudge was something Andrea was unable to understand. In her mind, she had never wronged anyone, since she believed that whatever was good for Andrea was good for everyone else, and she had proceeded to always do what was good for Andrea.
At the moment she was angry, watching the other two staring at her vagina. They apparently found it more interesting than her face. She was doing a slow burn that was becoming more and more apparent as her inner rage began taking the place of the tears she had previously shed to no avail.
"Stop looking so angry," Gaby said to her. "It isn't as if you're some kind of virgin, honey. From what I hear, if you had collected two dollars from every man who's laid you, you probably would have earned more money than I, and I've been charging fifty a man."
From the corner of her eye she saw Roger holding his crotch. It wouldn't be long before he got into the act, so she had better get things moving.
"She has an ordinary cunt for the most part," Roger was saying. 'To be honest, Gaby, yours is far more interesting."
"Mine is bought and paid for," Gaby smirked. "Any time you want to fuck it, it's yours. But really, look at the wetness of this one's cunt. I mean, in spite of everything, she's really excited at the prospect of the two of us raping her."
"I can see that," Roger nodded. "But I won't give her the satisfaction of letting her feel my cock in her cunt. Tell me, is the rest of her flesh as tender as it looks?"
Andrea had always been glad to show off her body to prospective bed companions, but she presently felt exposed instead of relaxed. Shame made her more angry than ever, and this disturbed her, because Andrea Sheppard had never had reason to feel shame before. It reddened her face, and her body broke out in a heavy sheen of perspiration. She felt her pulses thudding against her brain and her wrists, and she thought something inside her would burst at any moment. The perspiration between her thighs was getting heavier and heavier as she stared at the naked Gaby, who in turn was gazing raptly down at her pussy with rampant lust. Christ! She had been laid, relayed, parlayed, and even filleted, but always with one man at a time. Her cunt had taken the drubbing of a thick cock, the later on a thicker cock, and after that an even thicker cock, and it had withstood it all. But the idea of doing something with someone who didn't even have a cock made her uncomfortable at best, yet she had no option other than to accept all this at the moment, thinking her turn at revenge would come later.
Abruptly, she jumped, her ass almost up off the bed when Gaby's sensuous fingers lightly touched each of her tingling labia, parting them slightly to reveal the rich pinkness inside. Oil oozed from within, running down her perineum into her asscrack.
'This is going to be one helluva hot pussy," Gaby said to Roger. "Jesus! I guess she's had a lot of practice. I mean, all I did was touch her, and the cunt starts leaking oils like a sieve. I'll bet she's capable of two or three orgasms to each one of mine."
"It isn't the sexual ability that she lacks," Roger noted. "Rather it's the consideration for others. What she needs is an extended period of foreplay to give her an idea of what to do with others in the future instead of simply lying on her back and opening her crack."
Gaby's educated fingers continued caressing the sodden lips of Andrea's oily vagina. Andrea hated to admit it, but the other woman definitely had talented fingers. However she forced herself to remain still, for though aching to squirm, she knew doing so would be letting them know they were getting to her, and that was something she didn't want either of them knowing. She figured if she neither responded nor resisted, it would all end a lot more quickly.
But a moment later she was gasping again as Gaby's educated fingers very slowly began their penetration between her two labial curtains, and two of them eased their way into her. Gaby had learned to keep her nails short. More than once she had probed into a male rectum with a finger to press against the man's prostate and make him enjoy it all that much more. Men didn't like sharp nails cutting into their assholes, and the appreciated the fact that Gaby had no sharp nails.
Andrea was able to tell almost instantly that there were two fingers inside her stretched female tunnel, probing a little more deeply into her each second. Her vaginal passageway was filled with lubricant, and soon there was room for a third finger inside her. She gasped, biting her tongue to keep herself from revealing how she was inwardly feeling. The three fingers in her were working circularly, and then she almost leaped off the bed as Gaby pressed the heel of her hand against the up-thrust clitoris.
"That's it!" Roger cried. "Rub that part of her and get her good and hot. Make her clitoris grow."
Gaby's other hand was sliding beneath Andrea's buttocks, and she began squeezing the plump ass-cheeks. In the meanwhile her fingers continued their in-and-out massage of Andrea's cunt.
"She has one helluva sold ass," Gaby told him. "I think you're going to love it."
"I will," Roger nodded. "But to tell you the truth, looking at your own ass, I can see it's just as nice," he insisted, and reaching down, he squeezed the fullness of one of Gaby's up-thrust gluteal globes.
"like the rest of me, it's bought and paid for," she smiled. "Do with it what you will."
Still holding on to Gaby's ass Roger leaned over to get a better look at Andrea, whose eyes were presently tightly squeezed shut so that she wouldn't have to look at the two staring faces above her. But unable to help herself, Andrea finally opened her eyes, and the first thing she noticed was the bulge in Roger's pants.
Somehow, in some way, she would make these two people pay for daring to do something that would hurt Andrea Sheppard. No one, but one one had ever mortified Andrea before, and she was totally unused to this kind of feeling. What made everything even worse was the fact that her hot pussy was getting juicier by the minute as Gaby's fingers continually moved back and forth inside, penetrating a bit more deeply with each driving thrust. The fingers were sliding through her elastic channel, and her cunt was so used to being massaged from within, it didn't seem to care that the fingers touching it were female fingers. Hell! This bitch knew how to make a woman feel good in a physical sense, even if she was demoralizing.
Gaby was shoving harder and harder, sinking her fingers more and more deeply into Andrea's hot pussy, aware of the way Andrea was beginning to automatically respond. The muscles in her cunt were strong, yet they didn't squeeze too tightly, letting
Gaby know Andrea, for all her good looks, was one of those women who would simply lay there when a cock was inside her, not moving, but letting the man do all the work.
"She needs to be taught vaginal muscle control," Gaby said. "The way she is now, any man would tire of her cunt after a few quick fucks."
"Think you can teach her over the next few weeks?" Roger asked.
"For money I can do anything," Gaby nodded.
"Good! Pass the word along to your answering service that you're taking a two week vacation. During those two weeks, do whatever you have to do to make this bitch learn how to use her cunt muscles. Needless to say, I'll make it worth your while."
"You're straight, Roger," Gaby nodded. "I wish to God I'd met you before my father had died."
"You knew me," Roger reminded her. "But at that time you were a virgin, and you were afraid of men. I remember when I asked you for a date, you told me the only reason why you wouldn't go out with me was for fear of losing control over yourself. That was when I was still on the pudgy side."
"That never bothered me," Gaby replied. "I liked you for yourself. The funny thing is, when I decided I had to go out and fuck for a living, I went looking for you. It was at the end of the summer when high school had started. You had just been graduated the previous June, and I would have been a senior that year. But you had gone away to college. God! I wanted you an awful lot at the time. I figured if anyone had the right to be first, it would be you."
"But I didn't have any money then," Roger reminded her.
"I would have 'loaned' you the money," Gaby replied. "I know you would have paid me back."
"We'll talk about us another time," Roger said to her. "Right now, let's finish with this one."
Gaby's fingers dug deeper, moving circularly, widening the elastic tunnel even more. She felt the sensitive ridge of nerve-endings in the upper wall of Andrea's vagina, and she concentrated on them.
"You know," Gaby said, "she's surprisingly tight for a female whose cunt has been used so much. I'll bet her cunt would fit around your cock as tightly as a fish skin condom."
"I can see how hot she is," Roger nodded, making Andrea angrier by the second, because the two of them were discussing her in the third person, as if she were a non-entity. "She's on fire with sexual heat. I'll bet she's never been this hot in her life."
Andrea knew they were right. No man had ever taken this much time to warm her up. She was ablaze with lust and desire, and she began biting down on her cheeks, creating some kind of pain to try and prevent herself from enjoying what was happening to her. But in spite of all the shame and humiliation, the mortifying sense of sexual pleasure continued building higher and higher in her. Her body was so attuned to sex, she was automatically enjoying what was happening to her. Her clitoris responded to the continual massage it was receiving, swelling a little larger now, arousing her that much more, and she had to consciously fight the mounting urge within her to rhythmically tighten and loosen the muscles of her inner hollowness as Gaby's fingers continued their delicious probing.
Andrea's body was burning with bliss, and the perspiration was building up and falling off her in buckets. Initially she had hated the idea of letting these two see how aroused she was, but after a while she thought, Why the hell should I care what either of these two animals think? Little by little she spread her thighs all the wider, and her ears picked up the rasping sound of Roger's breathing.
"Look, we're really getting to her," Gaby whispered. "She's so damned used to sex, what we're doing right now is making her hotter than an A-bomb. She's pulling her thighs even farther apart, and she's doing it without any urging."
Gaby rubbed Andrea's clitoris even harder now, sending another wave of uncontrolled passionate delight surging through the girl.
"I'll bet she would make one helluva lay if she ever learned to move that ass of hers properly," Roger sniggered. "But, like I said, teaching her that would be up to you."
The sound of Roger's sneering voice made Andrea want to stop enjoying what she was feeling, as if by doing so she'd be able to say to him, "See, there's nothing you can do to arouse me." But another spasm of delight blasted through her, breaking her resolve.
Roger was gazing intently at her, his eyes locked on the vertical smile playing across the lips between her thighs, noting the way her labia pulsed, making Andrea aware she was out of control. Her vaginal vat felt wide open, begging for a deeper, thicker, stronger invasion than that which she felt because of Gaby's fingers. Andrea's vibrating clitoris filled her with a thrilling sense of delightful and sensual rapture, and it occurred to her, even in this shamed state, that she had never felt anything so physically overpowering before. Her buttocks began clenching together, wildly bouncing up and down against the hand beneath them, and now she slowly began drawing her knees up while keeping her thighs pressed wide apart. Guttural sighs came oozing from her gasping mouth as she found saliva foaming from the corner of her lips. Her entire body was writhing and bucking in time to the way Gaby's fingers continued their thrusting in and out of her seething feminine foramen. Every sound was an erotic arousal, and the more they talked to one another, the more Andrea's lust increased as she listened to the four-letter words bandied back and forth between Gaby and Roger. There was no longer any hope of struggling against what she was feeling. Her body was too attuned to sex.
"Son of a bitch!" Roger was saying. "Look at how heavily she's oozing all that oil. God! Your hand must be wet clear up to the elbow!"
"An awful lot of it is dripping against that tight pucker that leads down the dirt road," Gaby smiled, and as if to accentuate her words, she rubbed her fingers against the dripping moisture, then prodded them into the crack between the cheeks of Andrea's buttocks. Andrea felt the fingertip touch her anal opening, but at this point she was no longer surprised at the continued depravity being exhibited by this couple. When Gaby tried forcing her forefinger into Andrea's ass, Andrea scrunched her sphincter tightly closed, but she was unable to resist for any length of time, and in a short while, Gaby was pushing her forefinger slowly but surely into Andrea's rectal tunnel. Apparently Andrea, like herself, was immaculate in cleaning herself all over, because Gaby found the other woman to be exceedingly clean inside. She pushed hard, making certain every last little inch of her finger was absorbed by the rectal center.
It was painful at first for Andrea, who had never before allowed anyone to enter her rectum in any way. But the rest of her body was so aroused, she didn't give a damn at this point. It was almost as if an increase in pain meant an increase in pleasure. At first, it felt as if she were having a difficult elimination, and then she understood the solidity was moving into her ass, not out of it.
"She has one tight asshole, all right," Gaby nodded. "I'll bet it's virginal."
"It is," Roger assured her. "I have it on the best authority, which pleases me no end."
"Oh?" Gaby asked. "How's that?"
"The suffering Andrea caused me to endure had to do with my rear-end," he replied. "I was paddled so hard it took forever before I was able to sit down. Now I'm going to make sure her rear-end is just as sore, and for just as long. Until I'm ready, you just go ahead and do your thing, Gaby. You see, she hates being touched by a woman. She's afraid she's a latent lesbian, and if another woman were to make love to her, it might bring this out."
Gaby needed no further encouragement. Her face pressed against Andrea's body, her lips surrounding the lovely blonde woman's right nipple, sucking it deep into her throat as she filled the rest of her mouth with the fullness of Andrea's pap. Because of the size of it, less than half of Andrea's breast was actually swallowed down. Gaby's tongue washed over the breast flesh repeatedly, making Andrea writhe insanely. As a result, she was more aware than ever of the three fingers prodding the depths of her vagina, moving in and out of her steaming interior all the more quickly, while the forefinger of the other hand remained embedded to the palm in the tight narrowness of her rectal tunnel. She tried telling herself she was being forced to do this, and she really didn't want it or felt it was wrong, but her body refused to respond to the commands of her brain when her mind insisted she felt nothing.
Without meaning to, she was suddenly humping up and down, moving wildly and violently against the probing thrust of the three fingers in her cunt and the one in her rear, reacting insanely to the way Gaby's mouth was sucking on her breast. Roger's wide-open, almost gaping stare increased the wanton feelings simmering in the depths of her inner self, especially when she saw him lower his head in order to get a better look at what was happening between her thighs and ass-cheeks. God! It was as arousing as it was depraved!
This whole scene was ridiculous. Seduction was usually her specialty, yet here she was, being practically raped by a man and a woman.
The tingling tantalizations of continually mounting lust built even higher in the seething center within her, starting in the depths of her creaming vaginal sepulcher. Her ears no longer listened to the conversation taking place between Gaby and Roger. All she knew was something was happening deep inside her, something terrific, and it didn't matter that it was being induced by a woman. Feelings were climbing higher, already past previous jumping-off points and going even higher. Her thrusting loins were ramming themselves as solidly as possible against the three digits, pushing deeper and deeper into the steaming depths of her burning womanly pandiculation. Each downward slam of her body against the bed made her feel another wild thrill as Gaby's forefinger drove itself into the tightness of her rectum all over again. Again and again the finger probed into the squeezing tunnel that was her rectum.
All sense of ignominy at being used by a female had now disappeared from Andrea. The fact that her back passage was being invaded no longer bothered her, either. In place of all these other feelings was the desire to attain that ultimate peak, one for which she had been striving ever since her first lay one which she had never quite reached. This time she was going to reach it, and she was in a vast hurry to get there. That topmost mountain peak of them all was coming closer and closer. Her heaving body was rampantly out of control as something she had never previously felt began flowering from the very center of her interior, exploding and erupting all at once. Her pent-up vaginal juices were pouring out of her like water from a fountain.
"AAAAAAAN NNNNGG GGHHHH AAAJJJ NNNNNN GGGGGG HHHHHH AAARRR RRR-GGG GGGHHH HHHWWW WWW AAA AAGGGG GGHHH!" she bellowed, and in a tightly crushing, spasmodic expenditure of physical and emotional release, she found one wild orgasm after another snapping through her body like a string of Chinese firecrackers. Her body was rampantly out of control, her eyes tightly closed, her mind concentrating solely on her feelings and pushing out all thoughts of Roger and Gaby.
Neither Roger nor Gaby had ever seen another human being so totally devoid of belonging to anything or anyone other than to herself at that particular moment in time. Darkness invaded her mind, clouding it, and the helpless Andrea all but fainted, feeling the marvelous warmth spreading continually throughout her shuddering body.
Little by little her mind drifted back to reality, and she heard Gaby say to Roger, "While she recovers, would you like a quickie with me? I'm sure you'll have enough left over to do what you want to her, after."
"You deserve a lot more than a quickie, Gaby," he replied. "When the time is right, you and I will get together."
"Hey, you're paying for me, why not use me," Gaby insisted.
"Because when the time comes that I do use you, it'll be without rny paying for you," he replied. "Some day I'm figuring on maybe making you give up this kind of life, even if you enjoy it."
"Hey, come on, now," Gaby all but snorted. "If you mean what I think you mean, well, it just isn't done. A man like you...with a woman like me...."
"I'm not talking about a man like me, and I'm not talking about a woman like you. I'm talking about you and me. But that'll be something to discuss at another time, in another place. I have my own little mission in life to perform, and this is the beginning of it."
Andrea's eyes popped open as she suddenly realized Gaby's probing fingers were no longer in an orifice in her body. Even more interesting was the fact that Roger had undressed himself, and she had to admit, after having been fucked by countless cocks, that she had never seen one either as long or as thick as the one at which she was now staring.
CHAPTER SIX
Lying there, basking in the warmth of her after-climax, Andrea was certain that Roger's punishement for her would consist of his shoving the full length of that massive penis into the feminine hallway between her thighs. Hell! She had handled all the others, there was no reason why she ought not to be able to handle this one.
Her series of orgasms had drained all the strength out of her, and she was unable to move. There wasn't a thing for her to do other than to simply lie there as Gaby lifted her buttocks and placed a pillow under her.
"My God!" she gasped. "Haven't you two had enough of this nonsense?"
"Listen to her," Gaby snorted. "Considering how many cocks her body has already accepted, you'd think she'd be overjoyed to be able to take yours. Sheesh! She's acting as if what she has there is some kind of sacred shrine. Lie still and shut up, and be glad to be able to experience something as marvelous as this man's cock, Andrea. I've been begging him to use it on me, and so far he's refused. He's wanted to save it for you."
"What the hell makes either one of you so damned special," Andrea snapped at them. "You're a cheap whore, and Roger is someone who'll end up in a booby hatch as soon as I get out of here. You both know that sooner or later you're going to have to let me go. You might get your kicks from raping me, but murder just isn't your style. Neither one of you has the guts to do anything like that."
Roger slapped her face, shutting her up for the moment. He stared at her with eyes filled with hate as he said. "Murder? I wouldn't dream of letting you die, Andrea. If you were dead, it would be all over. You would feel nothing, know nothing, appreciate nothing. Sorry, honey, but you're going to live for a long, long time. You're going to suffer for the rest of your life. As to what I intend doing? Well, honey, I want the only virginity you have left."
"You're crazy!" Andrea whimpered. "I'm not a virgin."
"In one place you are," he nodded, and suddenly he spun her over so she was lying flat on her belly. "Even if there isn't a cherry of tissue in your lovely ass, it's still unentered as far as a cock is concerned. Well I have just the cock for it, honey," and using his knees, he forced her thighs apart as he hurled himself on her back while his hands pressed against her spine to keep her from getting up.
"Gaby!" he shouted. "Over here! Use your hands and pull these ass-cheeks wide apart and keep them apart. If she tries hitting you, I'll tie her hands and stuff a gag in her mouth. I'm not taking any crap from this bitch, not in any way. What I am going to do is fuck her tight little ass until she's raw back there."
Gaby approached the bed from the head, climbed on, and used her knees to press down on Andrea's shoulders. Then she leaned forward and dug her fingers into Andrea's ass-cheeks and started pulling them apart. Andrea did her best to fight Gaby, squeezing her buttocks tightly together, straining until sweat broke out all over her.
But Gaby had the leverage, and as a result, prevailed. She yanked until her fingers had Andrea's buns as far apart as possible, exposing the crinkled star of her anus.
Roger leaned forward and pressed his throbbing length of penis solidly against the asshole, pushing it firmly against the resisting rubbery entrance. Andrea had struggled in vain, and now felt a searing agony as the solid head of the cock slowly began penetrating her sphincter entrance. Little by little Roger pushed his cock forward, grunting, feeling exhilaration, knowing he was finally getting his revenge as his penis penetrated deeper and deeper into the tightness of her rectal cavity. He was perspiring so heavily, the drops were falling off him and onto Andrea's back. He savagely thrust a little harder. Now he was gritting his teeth as he pushed, and Andrea, unable to stand it any longer, opened her mouth to yell. That was when Gaby shoved the pillow into Andrea's mouth, muffling her cries. The solidly throbbing, heavy weight of the driving penis was pushing deeper and deeper as it pressed itself further in, sinking, sinking, sinking, and finally totally buried inside.
Gaby stared, realizing she, herself had taken many a penis in her own rectum, yet amazed that such a tiny orifice was capable of stretching enough to hold a monolith as long and as thick as the one attached to Roger Starr. Nor did Roger wait for the anal tunnel to adjust. He began to immediately power his throbbing cock back and forth.
Andrea had been gagging on the pillow, choking and coughing so much that Gaby was afraid the woman might actually strangle to death, and had finally yanked the pillow from her mouth.
"Stop...please stop...." Andrea whimpered.
"The hell I will," Roger replied, and he began pounding his cock into her ass all the faster.
Something of his cock was touching something else within her rectum, and Andrea realized all at once that through the pain and torment she was feeling something else, something actually enjoyable. It suddenly occurred to her that in spite of the agony she was feeling, she was on the verge of another orgasm, an anal orgasm. This was incredible! How was it possible for her to come with a cock in her ass? God! It was too much.
Suddenly she threw her head back and shrieked, "YYYYYY AAAAAI IIIYYY YYYEEE EEEAAA AAAGGG GGGHHH HHHUUU UUG'GGG AAA-AAA HHHUUG GHHHH!" and she felt blazing delight penetrate through every pore in her body. She bucked and jerked insanely like a wild bronc trying to throw its rider. But Roger stayed, continually pumping, pumping, pumping.
Then it was his turn. The seething thrill mounted higher in him, and suddenly he found himself totally out of control. This was the first ass he had ever sodomized. Not that he didn't believe in ass-fucking, but he had sworn to himself that he would fuck no ass until he had penetrated the rectum of Andrea Sheppard, first.
"She's not worth your sperm," Gaby told him, still holding Andrea down.
"You're right," he nodded, withdrawing his rigid cock from her asshole.
Gaby wasted no time but sprawled out on top of Andrea, her weight keeping the other woman from moving, and Roger slammed his cock into the tightness of her cunt. At any other time he would have been able to appreciate the way her tight muscles proceeded to clamp around his organ and pull like millions of little fingers. But being in Andrea's ass had gotten him so worked up, he came less than five strokes into Gaby's cunt, though the thickness of his cock somehow managed to trigger a climax in Gaby, as well. It was as if the two were mated to one another in spirit as well as the body.
Lord! It had been the most powerful orgasm of his life. Somehow he knew it was Gaby's squeezing cunt, at the end, that had induced the real thrill, and not the fucking of Andrea's ass.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Right outside of Meadowbrook, in a small hilly area of Ohio, known as Sunrise, there existed a whole group of large estates. Some of the wealthiest people in the U.S. had their private homes there, but because of their continually traveling around, they also had condominiums in other parts of the country, so that everyone believed these wealthy people lived anywhere but Ohio.
At the eastern edge of Sunrise was the newest estate, the one belonging to Roger Starr. He had put a down payment on it with his bonus. The total cost of the estate was something like five million, and Roger would have a thirty year mortgage to pay out. The hundred thousand dollar down payment, plus his fantastic credit references had been enough to get him the estate. Had this same estate been located in Hollywood, he would have had to pay three times as much for it.
The estate was surrounded with an eight-foot-high wrought iron fence that had electrified barbed wire on top. Other electric eyes monitored the entire area, keeping unwated people out, and equally important, keeping other people in.
This was the place to which Roger took Andrea and Gaby. I'll show you all the controls on the estate, and how to make sure none of the other women overpowers you at any time."
"No one's going to overpower me," Gaby replied. "When I went into my present occupation, one of my first tricks was the head of a martial arts school, and instead of money, he paid me in lessons. I'm a black belt in Tae-kwon-do."
"Well then, you're an asset in any man's home," Roger smiled.
"You know," Gaby said to him, "what we did in the motel, that was hardly what you'd call a decent workout. I mean, the two of us ought to get together for a prolonged period of foreplay. I'm willing to bet I can make you come at least five times in a single night."
"You'll have your opportunity, when the time is right," Roger assured her, and then his eyes began getting that insane glaze again, as he said, "but first, I have other matters which need attending. Hopefully, by the time I report to work, all my business will be settled, and you and I can speak more frankly about a future."
"Are you sure you want a future with a whore?" Gaby asked.
"Didn't you know," Roger smiled. "Whores make the best wives. They've had their fling. Even the ones who enjoy sex, and I assume you're one of them, feel that when the time comes, they'll be able to settle down with just one man, if he's the right man."
"Roger, don't make any promises," Gaby insisted. "If you do, I'd be expecting something. Please, I'd just as soon not expect something and then discover it will happen, if you follow my meaning."
"You're the proverbial whore with a heart of gold, Gaby," he told her. "I'm sorry that you had to earn your living in life this way, but believe me, it never once made me think of you as being any less of a person. I respect you more than any woman I know, with the possible exception of my mother."
"Well, that's enough praise to keep me happy for just about the rest of my life, even if nothing else ever happens," she smiled.
"Andrea's still unconscious," he said. 'The drug I gave her should wear off, shortly. Take care. I'll be back as soon as possible."
CHAPTER EIGHT
When Roger was ten years old, his mother took him to Hershey, Pennsylvania, to see the chocolate factory and learn how chocolate was made. Surrounding Hershey was the Amish countryside, and here, Roger encountered Shana Kreutzer. Shana was a real dyed-in-the-wool Amish girl of nine, growing up somewhat rebelliously only because she didn't like the idea of being made to feel inferior because she was a female.
Shana's rebellious streak was not only against her father, but against the entire masculine sex. Therefore, when ten-year-old Roger came visiting the Amish with his mother, on a tour, she saw a chance to have some small revenge against the male animal.
Shana's brother, like all boys his age, had been given a horse and buggy to care for, and the horse had been a bit of a wild thing. Though learning to respond to the pull of the reins when Shana's brother controlled it, the horse at no time would countenance anyone sitting on its back.
Shana knew this and she told Roger, whose mother was busy buying some home-made Amish preserves, that she would let him ride her pony! Roger, never having ridden a pony, was overjoyed at the prospect, and he followed Shana out into the stable area where the horses were kept. The little girl with the red hair and the sparkling hazel eyes told him to stand on the box near the horse and then just climb on its back. Roger did just that, and the horse suddenly went crazy, bucking up and down until i. had thrown Roger off, almost killing him at the time. Shana had thought the entire thing hilarious, and she had quietly hurried back to her chores in the kitchen so that when the people inside the Amish house came out to find out what the commotion was all about, all they saw was the young boy lying on the ground, in a lot of pain, and a snorting horse.
When Roger was taken back to the hotel, his mother sent for the doctor who told her Roger had nothing broken, but that he would be very sore all over for the next few days. To add to his misery, Roger's mother insisted he stay in the hotel room for the rest of the stay in Hershey, and he never did really get to see the chocolate factory or learn how chocolate was made.
Now Roger was twenty-one, which meant Shana was twenty. By rights, according to Amish law, she ought to have been married off, but from the reports he had received from his private investigator, Roger had found out that Shana's temper was such that no man was willing to marry her; at least no Amish man was willing to marry her. Her father had arranged for her to marry seven different times, and the arrangements fell through every time because Shana threw some kind of temper tantrum.
By now, Shana was a stunningly beautiful redheaded woman. She had clear white skin with freckles across the bridge of a small, turned-up nose. Her figure, even under the shapeless Amish house dress she wore, was classic, but like some few others in her area, Shana was not content to be what generations of women before her had been. Shana wanted to live a life of her own, and though she never came right out and renounced her beliefs, she finally moved away from her parents' home and went to live out in the cold, cruel world where she felt she would be able to do some good as a governess to children, if nothing else. As a governess, she felt she would be safe from the attempts of men to try and become "friendly" with her. Shana hated men and what they stood for, and as far as she was concerned, sex was not merely for pro-creative purposes, but another way in which a woman was subjugated by man, because most of the time the man assumed the position of authority when coupling. No! Shana wanted nothing to do with men nothing.
She had left her father's house a week earlier with some few hundred dollars she had saved by selling different kinds of homemade goods to the tourists who came through the Amish countryside. She knew she would have to find a job quickly, and the first thing she had done was buy herself a store-bought dress, shoes, and stockings, in addition to the underwear, which she was totally unused to.
The second thing she did was buy a newspaper and look in the want-ads to see who might want a governess or even a live-in companion for some older woman. For a week she found nothing.
Then she saw an ad for a governess, but not in Pennsylvania. Whoever took the job had to be willing to move out of state. As far as Shana was concerned, this was fine, because she didn't ever want to see the Amish community again. She was still faithful to the tenets of the Amish, but she refused to live as the women there had lived for so many years. She wanted to be a person, and this job seemed to offer her the opportunity she had been seeking.
The ad had been placed by Roger Starr. Having learned of Shana's leaving the Amish community from his private investigator, who had also found out what it was the redheaded girl was seeking, he had relayed the information to Roger who had immediately placed ads in all the Pennsylvania newspapers. Interestingly enough, he received more than a hundred replies, and he had to meet with each of the applicants in a hotel suite and look as if he was serious about hiring a governess. But he rejected them, one after another, until Shana finally came.
When Shana walked into the motel suite where Roger was conducting interviews, she was wearing her green, store-bought dress, with matching green pantyhose. She had washed all her clothing the previous night because it was the only clothing she possessed outside of her Amish dress, which she always wore when in the privacy of the small transient hotel room where she had been staying.
This suite had two rooms, and Shana found herself in the sitting room with three other women who came ahead of her. Her heart was thudding wildly for she was afraid that any one of the the other women ahead of her would get the job. Aside from the lucrative pay that it offered, it also offered free food and board since she would have to be near the child, or children, night and day. She hoped she would be working for a married couple, because it made things easier if there was a wife around. No man would try making advances to a woman in his house if his wife was also there.
She waited patiently while a woman came out and told the next woman to go in. Two other women came in after Shana, and they also sat and waited, each taking one of the many hard backed chairs that had been brought to the room.
Finally it was Shana's turn, and she went into the bedroom where the interviews were being conducted. She noted the bed was made and unrumpled, and the man standing beside the desk was immaculately dressed in a three-piece gray suit.
Shana didn't recognize Roger. It would have been almost impossible for her to remember him, much less recognize him. His presence had occupied less than five minutes of her entire life up to now.
Roger recognized Shana immediately. The face had matured, but she still had the same upturned nose with freckles across it. Her hazel eyes had glasses covering them, but Roger was able to see them clearly enough. Her dress, un-like the Amish apparel she had always previously worn, accentuated her figure. As far as Roger was concerned, she had a nice build. He intended lavishing all kinds of attention on it. He knew she still clung to her religious beliefs, which meant that since she never had married, she was still a virgin.
The interview proceeded smoothly. Having been forced to interview so many other women before Shana, Roger had all the questions down pat. He explained he had a girl that needed looking after neglecting to mention that the girl was twenty-one years old and being watched by yet another woman. He was careful to avoid telling direct lies. Somehow the Amish and the Quakers had a way of knowing when someone was lying to them. He went on to explain that he had an estate in Ohio, and that if Shana was willing, she would be away from Pennsylvania for a long, long time, possible the rest of her life.
"That will be just fine," Shana nodded. "I'm Amish, but I've been unable to follow in the footsteps of my mother and her mother. I would just as soon leave Pennsylvania and never come back."
She went on to tell him that she still prayed early in the morning and just before she went to bed, and
Roger allowed as how that might be an excellent example to set for the others in his household. Prayer was a distinct necessity.
"All right!" he told her. "I'm satisfied that you'll do nicely. If there are any other women waiting outside, tell them the position is filled. I think it might be a good idea if we left for Ohio this afternoon. As it is I've been away too long."
CHAPTER NINE
Shana might have been able to spot anyone telling her a direct lie, but it never occurred to her for one moment to think how odd it was that a man from Ohio had come all the way to Pennsylvania to find a governess. The prospect of having a job, of earning money, and of being away from the prying eyes of her family and those who followed her heritage was so wonderful, she didn't think about how odd it was that the man had hired her, a woman with no experience, over so many others who were certainly more qualified than she.
For the first time in her life, she rode in a car. Then she boarded a plane and discovered what it was like to fly. When the plane landed, she was led to another car, this time sitting beside Roger, who was doing the driving. In the cab going to the airport, the two of them had ridden in back.
The estates they passed were immense, and she marveled that people needed so much land and yet did nothing other than grow grass. What a waste of fertile soil when the world was crying for food.
When they arrived at Roger's estate, and Shana got out of the car, he led her into the mansion, a place almost as large as the hotel where he had interviewed her. It was furnished luxuriously, with a huge front hall. The only other person she met on her arrival was a woman with upswept blonde hair whom Roger called Gaby.
"Where is the child?" Shana asked.
"At the moment, there is no child here," Roger told her. "I never actually mentioned the word child. I said I had a young lady who needed looking after, and unless something has gone awry, I have to assume that Gaby has been doing as good a job as is humanly possible of looking after Andrea."
"I've given her a dose of the same medicine that was prescribed for her that first day," Gaby nodded. "She receives a treatment twice a day. I have to admit, I've been enjoying myself, and what's more, Andrea is becoming accustomed to it. She'll never actually love it, but she's learned to accept it."
"I assume you've also put the dildo to good use in the rear passage," Roger said, nodding.
"Of course," Gaby smiled. "She still hates that. She always will"
"Dildo?" Shana asked. "What's a dildo?"
"Something you'll never have to trouble your lovely head about," Roger replied. "Come, allow me to show you to your room."
He led the way up a flight of imitation marble stairs. At the top they turned to the left and he guided her to the first bedroom on the right.
"This room will be yours for as long as you remain here," Roger explained. "That won't be for too long."
"Where am I going?" Shana asked, feeling the littlest bit of trepidation now.
"All in good time," Roger replied. "I've waited eleven years to be alone with you, Miss Kreutzer. But now the time has finally come."
"What are you talking about?" Shana asked, as he closed the bedroom door, locking it. She was suddenly very much afraid.
"For all your supposed piety," Roger said to her, "you still felt it necessary to humiliate a ten-year-old boy by offering him a horse to ride on, a horse that had never been ridden before."
"What are you talking about?" Shanda asked. "I never hurt a person in my entire life."
"Now that's a lie," Roger insisted. "Whether it's a deliberate lie or something you simply don't remember I can't tell. But eleven years ago, when I and my parents visited Hershey, Pennsylvania, and the surrounding countryside, your home was one of the many places in the village where you lived that was a tourist attraction."
As he spoke, memory came flooding back to Shana. Yes, she remembered now, but she wasn't the least bit ashamed of it. It had been the one blow she had struck against the male population by herself.
"That was in the past," she insisted.
'The Italians have a saying about revenge being a dish best eaten cold," Roger replied. "I'm about to revenge myself on you. I believe in letting the punishment fit the crime."
"What will you do," Shana snorted, "put me on a bucking horse?"
"That would hardly be suitable punishment," Roger replied. "No, dear lady, you are not going to do any riding. Rather, you'll be the one ridden. You see, the one thing you prize more than anything else in the world is your virtue."
"You mean you're going to rape me?" she gasped.
"Precisely," he nodded.
"You may take my virginity, but you won't take my virtue," she insisted. "Forcing me against my will won't make me any less virtuous."
"Against your will?" he smiled. "Well, maybe the first time, but you're going to learn to love it so much, you'll be spending the rest of your life fornicating. In fact, the plans I have in mind for you will require that you earn your living that way, and the children you do take care of will be your own children, sired by the countless men with whom you'll be forced to sleep."
"You're a madman," Shana insisted.
"Perhaps," he shrugged. "But you're the cause of some of my madness, and I'll never return to sanity until all those who, at one time or another, abused me, have been satisfactorily punished. In each case it means a lifetime of punishment."
Shana backed toward the bed and sat, and Roger moved beside her. He sat next to her and smiled, and it was a vicious, leering smile.
"I won't give you the satisfaction of fighting you," she insisted. "That would demean me even more in my own eyes than my merely sitting here and letting you do your worst."
"Indeed," he nodded. "Then I'll do my worst, starting right now."
Reaching out with his right hand, he pressed it against her left breast. The lovely redhead gasped. No one, man or woman, had ever touched her breasts before. She was terrified, yet she sat there, unmoving, refusing to respond, or so she thought. What she didn't know was that her nipple was already swelling, enlarging, reacting to the stimulus of his palm.
Roger continued massaging her breast, enjoying the fact that her breathing was more rapid and she was becoming more and more excited with every passing second. His fingers gripped the tiny nubbin and rolled it under the dress and brassiere she was wearing. He continued doing this to the one breast until Shana gasped, almost falling back, supporting herself on her elbows as her head was flung back.
Roger smiled to himself. Her breasts were like ripe fruit, waiting to be plucked, and he would be the first to do so. His hand moved to her other breast, and soon the second nipple was as distended as the first. He knew her flesh was begging to be released from the clothing she was wearing, her nipples aching to be kissed rather than merely touched. Just thinking about it made Roger's large cock swell inside his trousers as tension continued building in his loins. His swelling balls pressed against the contracting sac containing them and it took all his willpower not to simply tear her clothes off and jam his cock into her then and there. But doing that would rob him of his victory. He had to make her fight him, and then, once he was inside her, he had to make her want more. This sweet little virgin was going to be a delectable fuck when he got through with her.
Warning bells went off in Shana's mind, telling her in order to preserve herself intact, she had to do something. But another part of her mind insisted that she do nothing and not give him the satisfaction of seeing her struggle.
At one point she did lift a hand and try to remove his fingers from her breast, but she realized all she was doing was pressing down on his hand, pushing his palm all the more firmly against her breast, and so she let her hand fall to her side. A gasp escaped from between her lips as he removed her glasses and put them on the nearby night table. Then he forced her to lie down as he continued caressing her.
"Please don't do this," she said in a soft voice. "What I did was wrong, I confess it. But it's no reason to make me pay in such an unholy manner."
A cool wash of air let her know that somehow he had undone the buttons on her dress and he was tugging the upper part off her arms. Before she realized what was happening, he had pulled the lower part off, as well. He was undressing her.
"You mustn't do this," she insisted, starting to lose her self-control, realizing he did indeed intend raping her.
His hands were under her for a moment, and suddenly she felt the hooks of her brassiere loosened. She labored for breath with his weight pressing partially against her, squirming all the harder now. As a result, she felt her buttocks grinding against the bedcover, and she gasped as she became aware of a wetness seeping from between her thighs. Because she had never been betrothed, her mother had not thought it necessary to go into detail about sex, and as a result Shana didn't realize the fluid coming from within her was lubrication. She writhed uncontrollably, and as she rubbed her behind all the more firmly against the counter pane beneath, she realized she was feeling a sense of heat un-like anything she had ever previously felt.
"You're hurting me!" she cried aloud, struggling now to push him away. "Is this part of your revenge, too? Do you take some kind of thrill out of causing pain?"
"I like listening to the way you speak," he smiled. "When I was at your home eleven years ago, you spoke like all the others, with loads of thees in place of you and yours. You adapted to the civilized world pretty quickly. Yes indeed, your speech is almost indiscernible from anyone else in the northeast United States. Now the time has come for you to understand what it's like to be a woman in every respect in the outside world."
Suddenly her brassiere was coming off, and her arms crossed themselves in front of her, covering her full, white breasts with their delightful soft-pink nipples and areolae.
"Surely you must understand that you'll burn in hell for committing this vile sin," she insisted.
"My place in hell was secured with Andrea," he told her. "You'll meet Andrea a little later. She, like you, did something unforgivable. like you, she was punished, though somewhat differently. When you find out just how Andrea has been punished, I think you might even be grateful that I didn't do something like that to you."
"No man has ever put hands on me before," she told him, her face reddening as she hugged herself more tightly.
"There has to be a first time for everything," he said, lewdly smiling down at her. "I like the way you're fighting me. I get a certain pleasure from knowing I'm hurting you in somewhat the same way you hurt me. The humiliation is worse than the pain."
"Wh-what will become of me?" she gasped.
"Not what you originally envisioned for yourself, I'm certain," he replied. "I know all about your so-called holy upbringing, and though you found it difficult to knuckle under to your religious ways, you still believe in that religion. What I have planned for you will knock religion right out of you. I think, in the long run, it'll make a better woman of you, not because, you'll be less religious, but because you'll grow up mentally and you'll understand the need for compassion. I was thinking of sending you to an Armenian whore house when I was through with you, but I think I'll save that punishment for someone else. No, I have a much better idea in mind, and you'll find out what it is when the time is right. At the moment, all that's right is that you and I gloriously fuck."
The shock of his words staggered the beautiful red-haired young woman. With a sharp intake of breath she leaned back, only to discover the building heat in her belly was indeed turning to a prurience, terrifying her. Deep within the untouched vacuum of her vagina the seeping oils increased, continuing to ooze out and wet her panties, making her feel even more ashamed of herself.
Roger slowly began insinuating his hand under her half slip, his fingers like a spider's legs crawling across the delicate white flesh of her tantalizing inner thigh. His other hand rubbed across her naked belly as she kept her hands crossed over her breasts.
"Mr. Starr, please, I'm not that kind of woman, you of all people know that. Don't force me to do this horrendous thing."
"I have news for you," Roger told her. "Every woman is innately that kind of woman, even you. It's just that the men in your community keep such a careful eye on you, you women don't dare try fooling around. Here you are, twenty years old, and still a virgin. This lovely body of yours is going to waste. Well, things are going to be changed, here and now."
He tugged her hands away from her breasts, and he whistled as he stared at the ripe white melons with the blue veins flowing through them, all leading to the pink caps of her areolae, both centered with a thick nipple. Hell! She really had a set of knockers, this one. Her breasts weren't quite as large as those of Gaby or Andrea, but they stood up every bit as well as Gaby's. He pressed her hands against the mattress on either side of her head, leering at her body, exposed as it was from the waist up. Shana began shivering even though the room temperature was seventy-two.
Her breath was coming in short spasms and she blushed furiously, feeling a horrible sense of shame as this man's eyes wandered over her.
Abruptly she pulled away from Roger and moved higher toward the head of the bed, pushing her face into a pillow and curling herself into a ball, cowering. Roger moved unhurriedly, climbing higher on the bed himself, weaving his fingers in her golden-red hair, yanking on it, and making her sit upright for a moment, letting him see for himself the way the bowls of her solid breasts thrust roundedly forward with no hint of sag.
"I said something about your fornicating with many men," he snapped. "But I've definitely changed my mind about that. Soon you would become numb from being used. The intelligent thing is to let you be used by only one other man in your lifetime, and each time the two of you fuck yes fuck, get used to the word you'll feel ashamed of yourself, yet you'll do it because you'll have learned to love it so much, you won't be able to live without it."
"Suppose this other man chooses to marry me?" Shana gasped. "Then the sin would be expiated."
"Ah, but the man I have in mind is a married man, a good Catholic in all ways but one. Because his wife is so unsatisfactory, he needs love, and you're just the person to give it to him. But being Catholic, he'll never be able to obtain a divorce. So you'll live the rest of your life in shame, as a man's mistress. But for now, I want you to see everything I do to you."
He pointed to the mirror on the opposite wall, tilted in such a way so that she was able to see everything that happened as she lay on the bed. She saw her naked upper torso, and it was as if she were looking at someone else. The man in the mirror was busy undressing the woman, removing her pantyhose and panties, tossing everything off to the side. Then the man was pulling off his own clothing.
Shana had seen a penis before. After all, she had helped her mother with her younger brothers when they had been babies. She had bathed them, powdered them, and diapered them. But she had never seen such a large penis. Nor had she seen one in an erect state, so she was totally stunned by the sight of the monstrously thick phallic wonder that stood out from between the thighs of the man in the mirror. Then her vision was obstructed as a body intervened between hers and the mirror.
That was when she almost screamed with terror. She realized Roger was on his knees, between her thighs, his penis at the doorway to her virginity. He had pressed himself there while her mind had drifted off, engrossed in watching what was taking place in the mirror. It was she who had been undressed, not a strange, different girl. The thick penis was attached to the man on top of her. She drew her knees up and clamped her legs together, but he merely smiled and pushed his hand between her thighs from underneath. She felt his finger rubbing against the softness of her tantalizing pink labia, snaking back and forth, the tip occasionally touching her vaginal entryway, then moving higher and touching the little nubbin above, the button of sensitivity about which she knew absolutely nothing.
Shana writhed to free herself, but she was unable to escape. His middle finger was inside her, working up and down the tantalizing pink slash with maddening arousal, building her tactile senses to a greater height than ever before. Guilt mingled with the sudden desire to know more of what was happening to her, and the lovely redheaded girl was almost out of her mind, ready to crawl around the room in order to soothe the unquenchable flames his digital movement was producing in the seething entryway to her steaming pussy. She felt her labia helplessly contracting, and now that he had moved a little to one side, she was able to see her mirror image, seeing the girl there with her legs drawn up and a finger rubbing in the tantalizing coral cut between clamped-together thighs. The sight was too much for her.
"No!" she screamed. "No more! Don't do this! Don't touch me! Leave me alone!"
"I'll touch you any which way that pleases me," he replied. "At the moment you're mine, a slave, just like in the days of old when the Romans and the Egyptians owned men's and women's bodies."
"Please," she begged. "I was wrong to leave home in the first place. I should have stayed there and done what my father had instructed. Let me go back home."
"There's no chance of that," he told Shana. "You made your bed eleven years ago, and now you're literally lying in it. You're all mine, Miss Kreutzer. Mine to dispose of as I wish, when I'm finally through with you."
"I pray to God that will be soon enough," she gasped. "For the most horrible punishment of all would be to find myself stuck with you for the rest of my life."
"That's an easy punishment," he told her. "Stuck with me, you might not learn to love me, but you would lose your hate of me. However, what I have in mind is to give you to a man who will love you, and who will adore you, and whom you will learn to love with all your heart, only to discover there is no way in the world that you'll ever be able to marry him. You'll be his mistress, bear his children, and you'll have the stigma of knowing they're all bastards. That is the worst thing that can happen to someone like you. You'll try turning to your religion for solace, but as time goes by, you'll discover that your love for this man will overpower even that."
"You're so sure of yourself," Shana snapped. "But you'll see. I won't react the way you think."
"In any case, for the moment, you're mine. Accept the fact, and things will be a lot easier for you. Remember, I do enjoy having you struggle against me. Please, continue to do so, if you want to give me maximum pleasure. Otherwise, just do as your're told. What I'm telling you right now is to open those thighs and let me have a good look at that hot pussy of yours."
The strong demand ought to have sickened Shana, but for some unaccountable reason she felt herself almost lewdly excited. What was going to happen was unavoidable. Her mind now accepted that. If she struggled, it might soothe her vanity for a short while, but in the long run she knew she would be that much more excited, and she might possibly come to like all this evil. No, her best chance for salvation in the next world lay in temporary obedience in this one, with her mind filled with prayer.
Slowly but surely she relaxed her thighs. He took his finger from against her pink slot, and she opened her thighs little by little. Slowly but surely her vagina came into view, surrounded by a perfect circle of red fur that managed somehow to leave the lips untouched. The sight seemed to grab at Roger, and he found himself hypnotized by the sight of the tantalizingly undefiled area. Roger had learned early in life, all pussies were not the same. In fact, each one, like the woman to which it was attached, possessed a personality all its own. Each one looked somewhat different, each one felt somewhat different, each one tasted somewhat different, when he allowed himself to taste one. But at the moment he wasn't in the mood to do any cunt-tasting. To do so would mean his having to bow before this tantalizing young redhead, and she might mistake it as a sign of his paying some kind of homage to her as a person. Not only that, but there was no doubt she would enjoy tremendously the pressures of his tongue in her cunt. No, lapping her pussy was definitely not the thing to do.
He had her totally naked, sprawled helplessly back on the bed, panting wildly and unable to tear her gaze from what she was seeing in the mirror, as if enjoying the sight of another woman being manhandled. Without knowing it, she had a mildly sadistic streak in her. Hell! She had to have some kind of sadism in order to have done what she had done to him eleven years earlier.
Her nubile form was an entrancing combination of golden fire and ivory. The hair on her head, beneath her arms, and in her groin was blonde flame, while the rest of her was a rosy ivory. Her breasts stood up like twin ivory dunes topped with splashes of pink sauce, topped with maraschino cherries. The thin moist slit running straight through the circle of reddish-gold hair was equally pink, and one of the most tantalizing sights he had ever seen. Hell! He had fucked quite a few women in the past few years, but he knew the enjoyment he was going to get from deflowering this one would be unparalleled. He didn't love her...he'd never love her...but he did covet her, and in surrendering to that covetous feeling he would also cool off the burning hate he'd felt for her for so long. The idea of being first with this pure, innocent flower of a woman, thrilled him. She was already mewling lightly, though she was unaware of it at the time. Her sighs and whispers of shame combined with lust merely goaded his thick cock to even stiffer hardness. He felt his thick shaft pounding with the blood that was stiffening it, and more and more tiny droplets of oil seeped from the slit in his tip.
His fingers reached forward between her thighs, crawling into the tantalizing valley of her maidenhood, feeling how wet she was with her own emissions. His thumb rubbed her clitoris, making it stand out as it had never done before, and he listened to the panicky gasps that rose from her chest, making her full breasts bounce heavily.
She found herself sliding a little lower on the bed in the hope of no longer being able to see herself in the mirror. But it was a hopeless thought, because she found herself staring directly at her reflection with her knees raised and spread apart, and his thumb pressing directly on the little button of heated desire. He didn't slow down for a moment. She writhed on the bed, totally out of control, feeling wanton abandonment invade her. She was proving to Roger that all women were essentially creatures with yearning, burning desires, and in order to stimulate them, all he had to do was touch the right spots. He didn't believe in aphrodisiacs, nor did he like the idea of getting a woman drunk or doped up. No, this was the best way, making certain she felt completely what was happening to her, sort of shredding her nerves as his fingers continued their torture of her feminine genitalia.
Roger was enjoying himself immensely. He crouched a little bit lower to get a better view of her oyster-like pussy, then slipped a middle finger into the tight narrowness of her womanly hole. He slowly pushed the finger into her, letting it rub her previously untouched vaginal walls, and he felt her vulva literally sucking on his finger, trying to pull it deeper inside. He began a deliberate in and out movement, wanting her to get used to the friction, making her aware, to a certain extent, of what it was like to have something fucking her lovely little cunt. He also wanted her wetter, because he knew when the time came for him to thrust his cock into her, he was going to cause her pain, and she would be screaming. He had to make certain the pain was as brief as possible. The causing of physical pain in her case would not be part of his revenge. The revenge consisted of making her do this unholy thing, and learning to like it so much, she would not be able to get along without it for any length of time. Thus she would be amenable when the time came for him to ship her off to a friend of his in Spain who had once woefully entrusted him with the secret fact that he was unhappy with his frigid wife, and no longer slept with her.
His finger moved in and out of her virginal pussy a bit more quickly now, and he realized it wouldn't be much longer before he staked that lovely cunt with his hot, hard rod. Hell! It had better not be much longer or he'd shoot right then and there.
Shana's pussy, of its own volition, continued strongly sucking on the pressuring fingers within, for now he had inserted a second finger in order to widen her a little. Her hips pounded up and down in the natural fucking rhythm. The cords in her neck and the tendons in her thighs were strained incredibly as she unleased a torrent of sexual fire, letting him know what a blazingly sexual woman lay beneath the calm exterior of the Amish woman. She found herself writhing from side to side, undulating madly, and she pushed her cunt so far forward, he felt her hymen for a moment and knew if he kept his finger inside her, he would break it manually. He slipped the finger out of her, but continued rubbing his thumb against her clitoris, and she moved to the way he massaged the little nubile button, oblivious to anything else in the world at the moment. Certain senses within her had awakened with the ferocity of a lion, and she knew there was no way she would ever be able to leash these feelings again. Shana was unable to believe what was happening to her not so much what the man was doing as what she had become as a result of what he was doing.
Roger was unable to contain himself any longer. His balls were swollen as they hadn't been since the night he had raped Andrea's ass, and the scrotum sac containing them had pulled them tightly against his body. He felt his cock pulsing and aching with desire to be buried in the tight little temple of this lovely redheaded woman. His eyes burned with lust, and sweat covered him from head to foot as his cock continued twitching insanely, leaking droplets of oil onto the coverlet between Shana's spread legs.
Shana stared down between the hills of her white, pink-topped "breasts and locked her eyes on his huge penis, noting it seemed to stand away from him like a mighty cannon. It seemed to be reaching out all by itself, the head touching her, leaving a smear of his oily secretions on her thigh, and the touch made her quake that much more.
This was the first time in her life any male had dared do anything like this with her. She had always believed she would go through life totally chaste because she hated the idea of being dominated by any man. Yet here she was, perhaps a little later than other girls she had known, all of whom were married and already either carrying one baby or about to give birth, about to feel the invasion of that most masculine of all objects into her most feminine of all caves. She felt ashamed that she was enjoying all this, and it took all her willpower to keep from reaching down and touching the penis with her hand. She stared at it, highlighted as it was in the oily essence it emitted and standing out so clearly in the room's light. It looked like a firebrand, a stiff poker. She gasped, her eyes widening with fright as it suddenly occurred to her precisely what was about to happen. This strange man was going to spike the full length of that throbbing organ into the narrow tightness she had protected all these years. Every last little bit of it was going to go into her.
Her hot cunt was aching for it, but her mind was filled with terror. She was wet and pulsing inside, but she wanted to cry aloud because of the impossibility of accepting such a huge, monumental phallus this first time. Had she been "broken in" with a more slender wand, her mind might have more easily accepted all this. But to take this massive mastodonic monster at this moment seemed totally out of the question. There would be no way in the world for her to contain such a thick cylinder.
"Please...." she gasped. "Don't do this to me, Mr. Starr. I'll do anything else, anything, but not this...."
"Anything?" he sneered, knowing it would be terrific to train her in the art of cocksucking. The idea of his being the first cock to plunder her mouth would be fantastic, since he was certain fellation was one of the few things people like herself never practiced, even in the marriage bed. But no...if he gave in to her, and he taught her how to suck, she would have won a minor victory. No! She had put him on a horse that had bucked him off. Now he was going to mount her, and there would be no way in the world she would buck him off.
"What I want," he told her silently, "is for you to stop whining and do precisely as your told at all times. If I choose to fuck you, then you lie there, keep those lovely thighs spread wide apart, and let me push my cock into you and fuck the hell out of you. What's more, before you leave here, you'll be spreading that hot little pussy for me a number of times. Now, in order to prove that you understand what I want, rather than my pushing my cock into you, I want you to grab my staff, guide it to your pussy, and hold it in the right place until I shove it inside."
He placed the length of his penis against her simmering feminine slash, and she felt the weight of it bearing down on her cuntlips. She shook as she felt it twitch against her body, and when he drew it back, pressing the head against her lovely hair-surrounded lips, she gasped. She was terrified, but within herself there was also the feeling of wantonness that was continuing to grow.
Hesitantly, she reached down and with her fingers slowly surrounded the bole of his penis. Electricity seemed to come from the wand and sizzle through her fingers to the rest of her body. She closed her fingers, held it tightly, then slowly guided the tip a little lower, making certain the blunted head was posed directly against her opening. Without realizing it, she found her hand actually tugging on the hard cock, almost wanting to feel what it would be like to have it invade her womanly sanctuary. She tugged harder until the head actually fitted itself into the narrow tightness of her pussy like a stopper in a bottle. Her tiny little pussylips surrounded the point, stretching around it like an oval tubing of elastic. Her hips became tense, and her feet, flat on a mattress, braced themselves for a further onslaught. His cock pushed a little deeper now, forcing its way into her harrowed flesh, pushing deeper, deeper, and Shana bit her lower lip to keep herself from screaming out the incredible agony bursting through her helpless body.
"You really have one tight cunt." Roger gasped, groaning as he tried levering more of his throbbing log into her. The softness of her delicate vaginal lips felt as if they were ready to burst at the seams, and the pain was agonizing and tormenting to the point where she was able to hold her cries in no longer.
Her words were choked off as the breath left her body the instant his blunt-tipped organ slammed against her resisting cherry. Now the searing pain charged from the throbbing pillars of her loins, making her cry out, "No more! No more! No more! Oh, please!"
"This is...unnnnnhhhh...just the beginning," he told her. "I'm going to screw that damned religious training right out of you, honey. So unless you want to experience even greater agony, you'd better start begging me to go even deeper."
"You're out of your mind!" she gagged. "I hate this! I can't stand it!.Oh, dear God! I don't want it! Oh, I don't want it!"
He pushed forward very slowly, letting the thick head of his penis stretch her hymen inward without actually rupturing it, and her legs found themselves involuntarily widening because of the agony, tears straining her cheeks, ruining her lovely complexion.
"Huuuu...uuu unnnnh hhh!" she gagged. "All right, all right, yes, yes, yes, I'll...hhh ggaaan nnhhh . . .do anything you...uuu nnnhhh...say yyy-yyy...." she whimpered helplessly. "Go deeper...do it fast...I want you to do it...uuu nnnhhh...to meeee
"Not like that," the handsome man insisted, snarling at her. "Say it the right way, honey. Use some four-letter words, words you wouldn't dream of using in the Amish community. Tell me to fuck your hot little cunt with my thick juicy cock. Tell me to pop your cherry."
"All right...all right...." she screamed. "I'll...uuu nnnhhh...say it! F-f-fuck meeee...ggghhhaaa nnnggg hhh. . . . " she gagged, and she pressed the tip of his cock forward again, she screamed out, "Oh, my God! My God! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me! Fuck my cunt...my hot little cunt...aaggghhhh...fuck it with your...uuunnnhhh...thick juicy cock...hhh-aaa annnhhh...break my...ggg hhhaaa ghghhh...cherry!"
"Louder!" he yelled, sneering down at her tear-filled face.
"Fuck my hot little cunt!" she screamed, not caring who might hear her. All that mattered was that she stop feeling pain.
Even now, through the torment there was that crazy potpourri of passion and desire mingling with her needs, playing off against the agony she was feeling. She didn't care about anyone or anything any longer except to turn that steel-driving wedge in her cunt from hurt to pleasure.
"Since you finally asked the right way," he snorted, knowing he had degraded her totally by now, "I will fuck you!"
This time he didn't grind the head of his cock slowly against the hymeneal barrier, but he pulled his hips back and thrust forward solidly, slamming into her for all he was worth, wanting her to know she was being fucked royally, by the best cock around.
Shana gritted her teeth tightly together in searing pain because of the fire of total hurt charging through her body as his penis strained at the thin, vainly resisting membrane within her. Her fists clenched and unclenched, beating away at his back, and she kicked out her legs on either side of him in the hope of somehow or other easing the torture she was feeling. But for the moment the agony prevailed and there was no alleviation.
Grabbing her firm, rounded white buttocks in his two hands, Roger held her tight and jerked his hips wildly forward, ramming his cock ever deeper into the tightness of her squeezing cunt until it stretched the elasticized hymen so much, the membrane finally snapped. Then he slid the rest of the way in, burying his cock all the way in, letting the head snuggle up against the back wall.
Air came biasing out of Shana's lungs, and she found the means to somehow suck more air into her, gasping at the shock of her lost virginity. Then, as suddenly as the pain had begun at his entry, it started instantly receding. But the swirling passion bubbling through her pussy continued building higher and higher. Her blood was bubbling, and so were the hot juices in her cunt as they laved the thick log inside her. It was so hard, so good, so deep!
Shana, without realizing it, began rotating her hips, helping the thick penis to stretch her vaginal walls and make her containment of the organ that much easier. Little muscles inside, previously never used, suddenly started coming into play, nibbling at the penile loge as if trying to chew on it. Oh, God! It did feel good! Now that she felt this much, she wanted to feel more. Yes, since it was too late to redeem her virginity, she wanted to be totally fucked.
"Hhhhuuunnnhhh!" she panted mindlessly, unaware of how he was enjoying her total surrender.
Intent on making her feel as much as possible, Roger reached down around her wriggling buttocks with a forefinger and slowly pushed it into the crack between her cheeks. Seeking, he finally found the entrance to her rectum, and he probed with his finger against the little star. Little by little the finger moved in, pressing into the narrowness of her anal corridor.
Shana's feet kicked high in the air, then came down with a thud on the mattress as her toes curled with a combination of pleasure and pain. Through the thin wall of tissue separating her vagina from her rectum she felt both, the cock and the finger sliding in and out with uncontrolled and maddening friction. A whirlwind of new sensations tore through the delighted redhead, and though this was the first time in her life, Shana knew it wouldn't be the last time that there would be nothing else in the world to interest her other than her being fucked. Her cries of lust continued tumbling from her lips as she locked her ankles tightly around his back, skewering the wetness of her heated cunt agains the full length of his immense, and wonderfully pumping shaft of muscle and flesh. Perspiration came raining out of her, dripping onto the mattress.
"I...uuuunnnhhh...love you...." Shana gasped, taking Roger totally by surprise. "I don't know...oooohhhhh...what you're doing...aaaannnn-nhhhhh...to meeee...hhhhuuuunnnhhh...but it's wonderfullll...and I love you for it!"
Good God! She was a victim of the "First Lay Syndrome." She was in love with the first cock to ever plunder her cunt. This was something on which Roger hadn't counted. He had thought her hate for him would be so strong, that even though she would adore being fucked by him, she would hate him as a person.
Her fingers raked the pounding cheeks of his buttocks as she tried tugging him all the more deeply into her. She was rolling from side to side in wanton animal heat as the hard and solid cock continued surging ever more deeply into her pussy. Her vagina had stretched just enough, and the hole was definitely becoming accustomed to the piston working in and out of her causeway. The defensive pressure of her rectal walls around his plundering finger also relaxed, and a splash of frothing juices drowned his moving cock in a sea of her excited lubricants.
She lay there, thrilling to the way he fucked her, with long hard strokes, wanting to know the final ecstasy, to come, to reach that pinnacle of utter delight. There was no longer any thought of right or wrong inside her. All that mattered was the proper finish.
"Fuck-me...fuck-me...fuck-me...fuck-me.. . " she chanted again and again, her voice almost monotonous in her delirium.
Her wild vocal pleadings almost made Roger climax then and there, as he enjoyed her babblings while continuing to pump insanely into her womanly tunnel. He loved hearing a woman beg for his cock, and even more enjoyable was the fact that this "holier-than-thou-cunt" was now accepting his cock eagerly, begging for more and more. The walls of her vagina clasped his cock like a squeezing rubber glove. God! She was better than he would have dreamed possible. Most virgins like this one were usually godawful their first time.
"Love it...love it...love it...." she chanted.
"Yes, I. . . aaannnhh...figured you would...." he gasped. "I didn't think you'd...ohhhh...take to it this quickly...." he moaned. "But I knew that sooner or later you'd really go for a good cock."
"Yesssss!" she hissed.
"Whose loving little bitch are you for the moment?" he asked.
"I'm yours, all yours, Mr. Starr!" she gasped, willing to agree to anything in order to keep that wonderful cock of his moving in the seething depths of her flaming vaginal chalice.
"Say it again!" he gasped.
"I love you...I love you...I love you...." she moaned. "Don't send me away. Let me stay here and be your slave. Let me cook for you, clean for you...hhhaaaannnhhh...anythiiiinnnnggg...ohhhhh...just as long as you keep on fucking me!"
She was his now, and in the throes of passion she adored him. She would probably continue to adore him if he kept her around, at least for a little while. But eventually her conscience would catch up to her, and the love would once again turn to seething hate. He'd fuck her a few more times, and in the interim there were three other women who had to pay for making his life miserable at one time or another. He intended getting to them, too.
All the while he was thinking he continued his assault on her deep cunt while his finger continued assaulting her rectum. His balls were bursting with the urge to unleash the trillions of sperm they were manufacturing, and he knew it wouldn't be long, now.
"Yes," he murmured. "For now, you're my hot little bitch!" He gloated, knowing he had won her over completely. Before she hated him, she would be on her way to Spain, to Don Eduardo, who would be grateful to him for the rest of his life. What was more, once Shana became adjusted to Don Eduardo, she would be grateful, too.
With one hand he gripped one of her hips for support while his other hand continued driving the finger deeper and deeper into the narrow tightness of her squeezing rectum, all but knocking the breath out of Shana's lungs. She responded, driving her cunt forward to totally envelop the length of his cock, then sliding back and letting her ass swallow up his finger. She fucked back and forth between the cock and finger with demonical force. Her body was dripping perspiration, and the consuming sexual frenzy which now shackled her needs to his seemed to be driving her totally out of her mind. All she wanted was to feel more and more cock driving into her. She wanted to fuck, fuck, fuck, all evening long, and all night long, as well.
Roger groaned as the pressure continued building in his sperm-swollen balls. He knew he wouldn't be able to hold his semen back any longer, not with the hot, tight cunt of this crazy ex-virgin all but crushing his penis to death. He pile-drove into her insanely, unable to control his movements any longer. She would have been an easy woman to love if he hadn't been consumed with hatred for her at one time. Roger knew he was not capable of loving any woman who had hurt him at any tine. Having hurt him once, she might conceive of a way to do so again.
He spread the soft crack between her buttocks wider with his hand and drove his forefinger even more deeply into the narrow squeezing press of her rectum. He was able to feel the underside of his cock as it thrust its way in and out of her pussy.
"Unh...that's it...." he gasped. "You're...aannhhh...doing fine. I'm...hhhuuunnnhhh...almost therrre...fuck harder...harder...."
"Yes, yes, yes," Shana gasped. "Fill me with your juices of love," she insisted. "Let me have your baby. Let me be the mother to your first-born. Come...darling. . . . "
Her words normally might have turned him off, but he was too far gone to stop, now. Shana sensed the muscles in his abdomen tightening, rubbing against the soft flatness of her own belly, and she braced herself for the spray of white-hot sauce. This would be her first acceptance of sperm, and in her mind it meant that she was already bound to Roger whether or not he wanted it. Her one hope was to be so good that he wouldn't send her away, but even as she thought about it, she knew it was a vain hope.
The cock was swelling and jerking inside her, and she was able to feel the twitch in the urethra, the tube in the underside of his cock, letting her know he was on the verge of exploding inside her. He pumped all the more savagely, feeling the boiling seed moving higher and higher. At any second it would reach the point of no-return, and then he would send wild splashes into her welcoming body.
"YYYYYA AAAAAI HIGGG HHHAAA AAN-NNN GGGHHH UUUNNN GGGHHH HHHAAAA AAAUUU WWWAAA AANNNG GGGHHH AAA-RRR GGGGGH HHH!" he bellowed, and then the thick ropes of searing fluid were splashing into her womanly tunnel, filling her with floods of his semen. Her vaginal walls began pulsating, keeping time to the way his cock spurted into her. She shuddered and felt her own orgasm strike like a thunderbolt.
The cries tumbled from her ruby lips as their bodies temporarily became a single unit. Her ankles were locked around one another high on his back, her hips wriggling upward, her cunt clenching anxiously at his cock while her squeezing rectum closed tightly around his finger. She moved crazily, jerking every which way, her walls sucking so hard on his penis that the base was locked against her vulva. Her own orgasmic lubricant splashed insanely through her, washing his penis, mingling with his white sperm, and together they overflowed, flooding out around the base of his cock and running down her cheeks into her asshole where his finger continued its mad rummaging.
Finally it was over, and he withdrew both, finger and cock. He lay beside her for a long time as she crooned a tuneless tune, happy over what had happened in spite of the sinfulness of it all. He remained with her until she fell asleep.
Finally he rose from the bed and went to the bathroom where he washed up. Then he dressed and left the room, taking Shana's clothing with him. She, like Andrea, would remain totally naked for the rest of the time they stayed at his estate.
CHAPTER TEN
He and Gaby and Andrea were eating supper in the huge dining room. Andrea was the only one totally naked, but she had become accustomed to that by now. She knew as long as she did as she was told, she would receive as little pain as possible. She dis-liked being fucked in the ass by the dildo Gaby used on her, but whenever she tried fighting Gaby, the other woman subdued her immediately. Once, she had tried hiding behind the door when Gaby came in, intent on crowning her with a lamp. What she hadn't known was that all the rooms in the house had closed-circuit TV cameras in them, and every move she made had been monitored beforehand by Gaby, who had punished her by using two dildos on her that day, one in her cunt and one in her ass, while forcing Andrea to lap her cunt.
No, there would be no more trouble from Andrea. She had been totally subdued. It looked as if Shana was also tamed, though time alone would tell.
"Tell me," Gaby asked, as they ate, "am I one of the five women on your list?"
She was dressed in a low-cut silver lame cocktail gown. Roger was in his three-piece gray suite.
"No," he replied. "There are only five women on my list. If you were one of them, I wouldn't have enlisted your aid. You see, Gaby, at the moment, you're the only woman in the whole world I think I can trust. I need you."
"You can trust her for money," Andrea quipped. "For enough money, you would have been able to trust me, too."
"But someone else, with more money, would be able to buy you away from me," Roger pointed out. "Not so with Gaby. If I've bought her, at least she stays bought. The time has come to go after Number Three."
Number Three was Rosalie Baum, the German girl with whom Roger had gone to high school. Actually, he had gone to high school with well over a thousand girls, but he and Rosalie were in the same dramatics group, the one Gaby had joined later, as well as Andrea. Where Andrea had pulled a cute trick on Gaby, taking away a lead role from her by having it whispered around the school that she was a lesbian, it was well-known that no one would have gotten away with pulling a stunt like that on Rosalie Baum.
Rosalie had come from Germany with her parents when she was quite young. She was a year ahead of Andrea in school, and as a result, never did meet her, not even when they were in dramatics class. However, just as Andrea had aced Gaby out of a lead role, so had Rosalie taken something from Roger.
Rosalie and Roger were in the same graduating class. Each year, the drama teacher gave an award for the best male student and the best female student who was graduating. Rosalie obviously had the best female drama student award sewn up. But she and Roger had disagreed over a scene the two of them had played together, and as a result, Rosalie had gone out of her way to make certain Roger did not get the best male student award, something that not only would have made his parents proud of him, but would have had him listed on the school's honor roll in addition to his being there for having the highest average in the graduating class. Rosalie had made sure Roger would not get the award by seducing the drama teacher, one Reinhardt Mann, also a German. In fact, Rosalie had not only seduced Mann, but had seduced her way into a high-paying job later on, and eventually seduced the man who finally had married her. Now she was Rosalie Blaine.
Benton Blaine, Rosalie's husband, had been the head of one of the largest engineering firms in Ohio, and when Roger had been going for his degree in electrical engineering, the Blaine firm had asked him to come to work for them during the summer. They had wanted to see how adept he was. In all probability, Roger would have been working for the Blaine firm right now, had Rosalie not come to her husband's office three summers before. She had seen Roger and had told her husband to get rid of Roger, because Roger was probably out to take his firm away from him. The truth of the matter was, Roger would have been content to work his way up and settle for being second banana. But Benton Blaine had asked him to leave, and as a result other firms that had been interested in Roger lost that interest, thinking Roger was no good.
As far as Roger was concerned, Rosalie Blaine's big mouth was the reason for his having gotten into so much trouble. Well that big mouth of hers was going to be used to Roger's advantage.
The previous year, after Roger had gotten his job with Collins and Cole, Benton Blaine had come to him and had apologized for mistreating him and being responsible for Roger's finding it so hard to get a good job with an engineering firm of quality. Fortunately for him, Arthur Collins, the senior partner of Collins and Cole had seen Roger's work. It was at Roger's suggestion that he turned the partnership into a corporation, and since neither Collins nor Cole had a son to step into the business, they felt Roger was the most capable person around, and they had started grooming him to take over. As a result, when Benton Blaine came and asked Roger to come back to work for him, Roger had refused.
Through his private investigative sources, Roger learned that Benton Blaine had been divorced by Rosalie, who was even now trying to claim a multi-million dollar settlement. Though Roger owed Blaine nothing, he certainly owed more than a little something to Rosalie.
Further information garnered on Rosalie by his private investigator, who had spoken with the various men Rosalie had seduced in order to work her way up, in both business and marriage, had produced one interesting note. Rosalie Blaine, nee Baum, though able to put many a whore to shame with her cunt, and even able to take a good cock in her ass, had an aversion to oral sex. She had never once, in her entire life, sucked a cock.
Yes, Roger definitely intended making use of that mouth of hers. It was finally going to be put to the use it should have been put to many long years before. Perhaps it would have made Rosalie shut up and not cause so much misery for Roger and a whole lot of other people.
At the present time, Rosalie was living in a penthouse in Cleveland, waiting for her settlement to come through. She had been dating a half dozen different wealthy men with an eye toward matrimony again, but only after she received her monetary settlement. Though she still believed in seduction, she had been extremely discreet about it, and as a result, her husband, who had been counter-suing for divorce, claiming infidelity, had been unable to get anything on her.
As far as Roger was concerned, the time had come to make certain that Rosalie Baine ended up living in permanent poverty. Toward that end, he had hired a friend of his to pose as a wealthy millionaire stockbroker, and the friend had already had a sexual relationship with Rosalie, but in her apartment, where there had been no chance to gather evidence. But tonight, ah, tonight would be different.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Rosalie was definitely impressed with the size of the estate to which her latest escort, Alfred Vance, had brought her. Alfred was somewhat portly, a bit older than her previous husband, and obviously crazy about her. He had lavished an expensive sapphire necklace on her after their first meeting. She had "paid him for it," with her body, and as a result he had lavished yet another present on her, a diamond choker. Now he was showing her the estate where he supposedly lived. It was, in reality, Roger's estate.
Both Shana Kreutzer and Andrea Sheppard had been slipped sleeping pills and were fast asleep in their respective bedrooms that evening when Alfred brought Rosalie to the estate. He showed her around most of the mansion, creating the impression he was far wealthier than the husband she was in the process of divorcing. He was also a bachelor, and Rosalie knew, in order to snare him, she would have to bed down with him a few more times. The only problem was, she preferred her own apartment because she knew it was safe there. Still, this mansion appeared safe enough to her, and when Alfred proposed that she stay the night, asking her to sleep with him in what was purported to be the master bedroom, but was in reality another guest room monitored by closed circuit TV, Rosalie consented. Everything she and Alfred did in that bed was recorded on video tape.
It therefore came as a surprise to Rosalie when she seated herself in the breakfast room the following morning, and Alfred Vance was no longer there. Instead, she found herself facing Roger Starr.
"What are you doing here?" she asked, imperiously.
Roger looked her over from top to bottom. She still hadn't changed, not even a little bit. Her hair was dark-brown and combed straight down below her shoulders. She had a high wave in front above her forehead, but at no time did she cover her forehead since she believed a high forehead denoted superior intelligence. Her nose was straight, neither long nor short, and she had two piercing dark-brown eyes. Her cheeks were almost sallow and she had spewed verbal venom for many years. According to her lovers, she knew how to kiss with those lips, but Rosalie had still never sucked a cock. This was a situation Roger intended remedying.
Rosalie had full breasts, like Andrea and Gaby, but she had thick nipples that prominently thrust themselves against the fabric of whatever clothing she was wearing. In this instance she was wearing a sheer negligee she had brought in an overnight case, along with a satin nightgown. Her waist wasn't as slender as Andrea's, and she had fuller hips. Her legs were long and strong, but then Roger suspected they had to be strong to have clamped themselves around so many men.
"What are you doing here?" she asked Roger.
"I live here," Roger replied.
"But Mr. Vance...Alfred...."
"Is a friend of mine," Roger smiled, standing.
He was wearing a white dress shirt, but no tie as yet, and he had on the gray slacks to his suit.
"Just what is it you want?" Rosalie asked.
"Not here," he told her. "I think you and I had better go into my den where we can discuss things in a civilized way."
"Roger, there is nothing civilized about you," Rosalie insisted. "You've lost a lot of weight, look exceptionally human, but as far as I'm concerned, you're still the fat little jerk from school."
"You've never regarded anyone else as being your equal," Roger shrugged. "Believe me, in your case, the old adage about sticks and stones really applies."
"May I ask just why you had your so-called friend bring me here?" Rosalie taunted. "Did you think I wouldn't eventually find out about this deception?"
"On the contrary, I knew you would," he smiled, folding his arms. "In fact, I wanted you to find out."
"Can we discuss this over breakfast?" she asked.
"I don't think you should eat breakfast yet," he told her. "If you did, you'd probably upchuck, and I don't think either of us wants that, do we?"
"You're talking in riddles again, Roger."
"Come with me," Roger insisted. "I'll make everything perfectly clear."
Sighing, Rosalie shrugged and allowed herself to be led through the house to a small private den. Roger shut the door, and, without Rosalie's realizing it, locked the door. He showed her the huge projection TV screeen, and she shrugged, saying, "Let's stop playing games, Roger. Just what's on your pea-brained mind?"
"Rosalie, you're an out-and-out bitch," Roger told her. "You've lived your life as a fairy tale for the most part, a spoiled little rich girl in the beginning, who became a spoiled rich teenager, and then became a spoiled wealthy working woman until you were able to marry into wealth. All that time you ran roughshod over anyone and anything in your way. Well, the fairy tale is going to come to an end, Rosalie. Instead of the poor girl becoming rich and living happily ever after, the rich girl is going to become poor, and live miserably ever after. The only question is, just what degree of misery will you choose. It's going to be up to you."
"What nonsense are you talking about?" Rosalie asked.
"Well, to begin with, you're about to lose your suit against your ex-husband for all those millions of dollars," Roger smirked. "The big question is, shall I allow you to find yourself another job here in the U.S. and possibly let you eventually marry some poor working stiff, or shall I send you to a Tijuana whorehouse? I mean, you'll never be missed, Rosalie. If you don't turn up after today, the only one asking questions will be your lawyer, and not even he knows you came here last night. You know, I think I've changed my mind. Forget about being allowed to stay in this country. After today, you'll either be working in that Mexican whorehouse, or in an Algerian brothel. The difference is, you'll last about five years longer in Mexico. I mean, they have doctors down there who can give you shots of penicillin every time you get a dose of clap or syphilis. In Algiers you wouldn't survive for even one year."
"You must be out of your mind," Rosalie insisted. "Suppose you allow me to go and dress so I can leave."
"You'll leave," Roger nodded, "when I'm ready for you to leave. What's more, you'll be leaving either for Algiers or Tijuana. I'll be reasonable about it though, and let you got to Tijuana, if you beg hard enough and perform certain sexual functions I have in mind."
"Oh?" Rosalie asked, her eyes glittering with hardness, knowing her best bet might be to play along with this mad man until she was clear of this place, after which she would be able to call the police and press charges against him.
"The sweet Rosalie Baum is going to do something with me she's never done with any other man," Roger smirked. "She's going to suck my cock."
Rosalie let out a loud, audible gasp at his salacious remark, and for the first time felt cold shivers charging insanely up and down her backbone. This man had to be totally out of his mind. Did he, for a single moment believe that she would stoop to anything like that? More important, did he think she would do something like that with him of all people, the most disgusting male she had ever known? She had never done something like that for her husband. She certainly wasn't going to demean herself in front of this monster.
"I think you must be mad, Roger," she shrugged, presenting a calm exterior while within she was boiling mad. "Have you any idea just what it is you're saying?"
"Oh, yes," he nodded. "I'm well aware you've never done anything like that in your life before. You think it to degrading. Well you might as well get used to it, Rosalie. In your new life, you'll be making a career out of sucking cocks. So I'm offering you the opportunity to take mine into your mouth and suck on it until I shoot the gobs of sperm down your lovely throat."
The horrified young woman stood there, feeling herself unable to move for the moment. He was deadly serious, and she might, she just might have to oblige him if only to escape from this madhouse. Still, she might be able to brazen her way out of here. She had to make the effort. There was no real way to deal with a crazy man, but she had to try, to think of something.
"How dare you speak to me in that imperious tone of voice," she snapped, her own tone more commanding than ever. "I used to think you were only partially insane. Now I realize you're completely out of your mind. There's no way on earth you'll ever get me to do such a vile and disgusting thing."
"There's a way," he assured her. "Believe me, there's a way. I brought you into this particular room for a reason."
"You'd better unlock that door this moment, or I'll scream so loud, the police force back in Cleveland will here me," she told him. "Just who the hell do you think you are?"
"I know who and what I am," he smirked. "I also know who and what you are. You are about to become the most accomplished cocksucker in the world, and I'm giving you the honor of practicing first on me."
"You can drop dead, first," she insisted, shivering. "Now you open that door and let me out of here."
"Certainly," he nodded, and he unlocked the door. "However, before you go, you might like to see this little videotape I made last night."
"Videotape? What are you talking about?" she asked.
"This one," he said, casually taking the tape cartridge from a drawer and plugging it into the projection machine. "At first glance it looks like one of those cheap porno movies, but after a while you get that feeling of realism no script can project."
"I don't know what kind of doctored tape you have in mind," she gasped, "but it won't fool anyone. My lawyer will discredit anything you might try using against me."
He smugly smiled at her as he turned on the machine, and Rosalie found herself standing aginst the high arm of a nearby sofa in order to keep from falling. Her eyes were glued to the screen, and what she saw and heard terrified her.
There she was, in bed with Alfred Vale, with occasional close-up views of his massive penis plunging in and out of her cunt, and the camera occasionally panned to the night table beside the bed, on which there was a calendar clock, showing not only the time, but the day and date in large digital figures. Occasionally the camera focused on her face, showing how much she was enjoying herself. But the important thing was, the close-ups of her face, her breasts, and her cunt were enough to prove it was she in that bed and not some woman being rung in for her.
A close-up of her vagina showed sperm leaking out as Alfred Vale finished coming inside her. Then the limp penis pulled out, and Rosalie sat up in bed and kissed Alfred longingly.
"You're quite a woman," Alfred was saying. "Your husband is a fool to let you go."
"He's not letting me go, I'm letting him go," Rosalie shrugged. "I never loved him, anyway. I only married him for his money."
"Well, how do I know you're not interested in me for the same reason," Alfred was saying.
"Don't be ridiculous, darling," Rosalie replied. "I'll be getting all that lovely money shortly from my ex, so this time I'll be marrying strictly for love. My husband was always a stupid fool, anyway."
"Oh?" Alfred asked.
"Certainly. I cheated on him countless times since we were married, but I was careful not to let him find out. I would never cheat on you, Alfred. You're so much more macho than that fool I married."
"Didn't you ever love him?" Alfred asked.
"I told you," Rosalie repeated. "All I wanted was his money. I never cared about him. Now I'm about to get half of everything he owns, and I'll never have to worry about money again."
"Well?" Roger asked, looking at Rosalie.
'That's enough!" she gasped, terror making her tremble as she slid from the arm of the sofa onto the cushion. "Turn the damn thing off!" It would be all the evidence her husband needed to keep from paying her a dime. Not only that, but the film, shown in certain circles, would definitely insure her never being able to mingle with people of wealth again. It was one thing for a woman to marry for money. Many wives had done just that. But to be stupid enough to come out and admit it...well, that was rank idiocy.
"What do you want to suppress that tape?" she asked.
"Suppress it?" he smirked. "Don't be ridiculous."
"You know I'll do anything if you don't show that tape," she insisted. "Anything!"
"Fine!" he nodded. "The second thing you're going to do is make a tape in which you'll give up all claims to your husband's property. If nothing else, this will mean it won't be necessary for me to use the first tape, and someday, perhaps ten or fifteen years from now, you might find some way to re-surface in society and possibly marry wealthily again. After all, the years of experience you're about to undergo in a Mexican whorehouse will really stand you in good stead."
"You said something about that being the second thing I'm going to do," Rosalie muttered. "What's the first?"
"I told you," he replied, his dark eyes burning with lust. "You're going to suck my cock. You'll do anything else I want, as well. The fat little boy is striking back with a vengeance, Rosalie."
"You're the most disgusting human being I've ever known," Rosalie insisted. "My instincts about you were correct, right from the start."
"I wish my instincts about you had been right," he shrugged. "If I'd known what a whore you were from the start, I'd had set up a gang-bang on you, and that would have insured my getting that drama award. At least you'll have the pleasure of knowing you kept that from me."
The beautiful woman felt the tears behind her eyes, but refused to let them flow. She wouldn't let this monster of a man be aware of just how much he was affecting her. Somehow, in some way, she would revenge herself on him. Tremors of fear violently shuddered through her quivering body. In a way it was her own fault. She had been stupid enough to try and seduce a man in what she believed was his own bedroom. How was she to know she was the victim of an even more depraved man? Unfortunately she had let her greed get in the way of common sense, and now she was going to pay for it in spades.
"Now, suppose you and I have a little fun together, Rosalie," Roger smiled. "I mean, considering all the men who have seen that naked body of yours, I think it time you displayed it in front of me. True I've seen it on tape, but it's not like seeing it in the flesh."
The man's latest insulting remarks were absorbed quietly by the bitterly angry woman, inwardly still somewhat numb from having seen that videotape he had shown her. She knew better than to try and destroy it. He probably already had copies. She stared at him blankly for a moment, sardonic bitterness hardening her mouth, her eyes filling themselves with hatred. He wanted her to remove everything? Why not? It didn't matter for the moment, did it? She was completely in his power. Resistance on her part would have been completely foolish. Not that she felt she was receiving some kind of just punishment. This was one of those unfair jokes life often played on one. Until now, it had never happened to her, but Rosalie realized at this moment she was no less vulnerable to destiny than anyone else. One day, and she didn't know when, her luck would change for the better.
"All right," she finally nodded. "You have me where you want me. You know I'll do anything you say."
"Excellent, excellent," he nodded. "You know, I've never had any sexual pleasure in this room before. I think this ought to be the perfect place for our tryst," and he gestured for her to remove her negligee and nightgown. At the same time he hurriedly removed his own clothing, revealing the hardness of his naked body, and the thickness of his semi-inflated cock. "Come on, come on, off with everything and walk around a little bit. Strut, let me see the snobbish Rosalie displayed at her naked best."
Shrugging, the dark-haired woman unbuttoned her negligee and let it slip from her shoulders. She didn't try to be sexy about it as she often did when removing her clothing in front of other men. She did it slowly, but uncaringly, almost sloppily, trying hard to make herself look unappetizing, though in her own mind she found that difficult. After all, she did regard herself as being special.
Now totally naked, she remained seated for the moment, her arms dangling in front of her, hiding her full breasts and the culvert between her thighs, a culvert topped by sparse amounts of brown hair one shade lighter than the hair on her head.
"On your feet," he insisted.
She rose, and in doing so, lifted her chin, as if in defiance of him. Let him look! Let him handle her if he had to, but let him know that at no time would she be a willing party to anything he wanted to do with her. There was no way on earth he would get her to enjoy him. "Now," he told her. "Wiggle that ass, walk around, start practicing to be a whore, because that's what you're going to be."
"I've never paraded myself openly before," she insisted. "The men who had seen me undressed have been quite content to look at me when I'm lying down."
"Lying down?" he taunted. "Don't be silly. I don't want you on your back. As a whore you have to learn that you're the one expected to do the work. Now start strutting. Show yourself off."
"Stop it!" she screamed at him. "Whatever you may think of me, I've never been a cheap tramp."
"Quite right," he nodded, walking over to her. "Until now, you've been an expensive tramp. However, in Tijuana, all that will change. You'll fuck for the equivalent of fifty cents. You'll fuck grizzled, beer-swilling, tequila-soaked men who haven't taken a bath or a shower since the Year One. You'll fuck, and what's more you'll suck, just as you're going to suck me, Rosalie."
"You bastard!" she gasped. "I'll never do that!"
"Yes you will," he said, smiling, and then, without warning he suddenly backhanded her across the face. The blow was so hard, Rosalie found herself staggering back, and her calves touched the sofa behind her for a moment. But she refused to fall down on it. She wouldn't even give him that much satisfaction. Her cheek burned where he had slapped her, and she felt like using her nails to rip his eyes out.
"I mean what I say, bitch!" Roger laughed. "This is my home, my castle. Here, I'm king. You are a slave of the king's, and as a slave you do precisely as ordered."
Rosalie fought to hold back the mixture of rage and terror filling her. Tears once again threatened to erupt from her eyes, but once more she managed to hold them back. As far as she was concerned, there was no reasoning with Roger. He was insane, and one didn't reason with a crazy man. She felt nausea filling her belly and throat, and now she was grateful he hadn't allowed her to eat breakfast. She would be puking all over the place. Not that she would have minded ruining his carpeting and furniture, but she didn't like the idea of this particular enemy seeing her that way.
Knowing now that he was not averse to becoming physically violent, unaware to what further lengths he might go, she decided she had to see this through. Even now, she was certain after all this was over he would let her go. She didn't believe for one minute that he intended sending her to some whorehouse.
Lifting her head, doing her best to compose herself, she squared her lovely round shoulders, feeling her heart thudding inside her like a maddening hammer as it slammed in her chest. Pain still stung her cheek, and slowly she began walking around the small den, hoping any kind of movement on her part might make this man happy.
"I-is this what you want?" she asked.
"Come now, Rosalie, you can do much better than that," Roger taunted. "If you walk that way in the Mexican brothel, all you'll get is a whipping. Now we wouldn't want that, would we? You look like something dragged out of the Black Lagoon. Come on, rotate that ass of yours, shake that body, swing those tits."
Biting down hard on her lower lip to keep herself from screaming some new obscenity at the man, Rosalie started to undulate as she walked, rolling her hips from side to side in an exaggerated way.
"You're learning," Roger nodded. "Hold your tits up from underneath, you know, as if offering them to me. Run your tongue over your lips now and again and keep 'em moist. Christ! You've seduced enough men in your lifetime. Do I have to teach you everything?"
Shrugging, Rosalie placed one hand on her hip as she continued walking around and rolling her torso, another hand under one of her breasts, holding it up as an offering each time she walked toward him. She licked her lips, making them shine, and then she turned away and rolled her ass as she walked away from him.
"You're beginning to learn," Roger nodded. "I think you're going to turn into a really first class harlot. Maybe the man in the Mexican brothel will save you for his special customers, in the beginning, anyway," he taunted, reveling in this power he had over her.
He went and sat in an overstuffed armchair on the opposite side of the small room, gripping his half-hard cock, stroking it. Somehow Rosalie didn't turn him on the way she did other men. The hate he had for her was so strong, not even her nakedness was enough to overcome it. In her case, his pleasure was coming strictly from the infliction of cruelty. She had earned every rotten thing he was doing to her, as well as the rotten things he intended doing to her when all this was over. He was serious about the Mexican house of ill-repute.
"All right, bitch!" he snapped. "Now walk over here, stand in front of me, and give me a good look at that hot, tight pussy of yours. I want to see inside it right up to that black heart of yours."
Obediently, the miserable young woman approached Roger and came to a halt in front of him, noting the way he salaciously sat in the chair, one leg draped over one of the arms as he jerked his thick cock back and forth in front of her. It was her first real look at the penis, and though only semi-erect, she realized it was probably the longest, thickest cock she had ever seen. If she had known Roger was this well built, she probably would have been in the sack with him a long time before. Hell! She would have been able to ball with him all through high school, and then when he had gone to work for her husband. It just went to prove one shouldn't judge a cock by its owner. She wondered if Roger really knew how to use that formidable weapon of his.
Right now, standing in front of him, with her thighs widespread, she put her hands on her hips and pushed her pelvis forward so that he was able to have a good look at her cunt. If nothing else, she was proud of this pussy which, up to now, had gotten her so far in life.
"Wider apart, bitch!" Roger snapped. "Use your fingers! Tug on those pussylips of yours until they're as far apart as possible."
The humiliated and helpless Rosalie swallowed her pride, hating this degradation. She forced down her feelings of disgust for the man attached to the marvelous cock, and keeping her eyes on the penis, finally managed a weak smile as she spread her thighs even wider apart, then placed her fingertips against the fluted edges of her obscenely exposed vagina and slowly spread apart the trembling, hair-surrounded flesh so that Roger was able to stare openly into the softly trembling pink receptacle of her cunt. Maybe, just maybe, after she sucked him off, he might throw her a fuck or two before shipping her off to Mexico. Hell! He still had two other women to deal with. He would have to save something for them, as well. No, after Rosalie sucked his cock, she, along with Andrea and Shana, would simply have to wait until it was time to bundle them off to the various places in the world he had in mind. Each one of them would learn the hard way that it didn't pay to humiliate Roger Starr.
'That's quite a pussy you have there, Rosalie," he nodded. "I can see where so many men have fallen under its spell. I notice you've been looking at my cock. Have you formed any opinions concerning it?"
"You know damn well it's one helluva cock," Rosalie snapped, using the four-letter word as naturally as she would any other.
"Have you any emotional feelings regarding it?" he asked.
"You have to be kidding," she laughed.
"Oh, I'm very serious," he insisted. "I mean, I wouldn't dream of letting you suck this cock until you tell he how much you love and adore it."
"You can drop dead before I say anything like that," she snapped.
"Unh-unh!" he told her, shaking his head. "One more display like that, and not only will the tape go out by Express Mail to your husband's attorney, but you'll go out in a packing crate to Algiers. So start behaving like a proper whore and tell me how much you love my cock and how badly you want to suck on it all of it!"
"My God!" she gasped. "Don't do this to me, Roger. If you want to fuck me, come ahead and do it. Back or front, it doesn't matter. But don't force this on me."
"I'm tired of this game," he said, suddenly standing. "I think I'll send that tape out, right now."
"No!" she screamed. "All right, all right, you win! I love your cock, Roger. I adore it. I'm crazy about it."
"With feeling, bitch!"
"I love your cock," she said, softly, doing her best to make it sound convincing. "It's the most wonderful cock I've ever seen. I've never felt this way about a cock before."
"Much better," he nodded. "You're learning, Rosalie. When you learn to say this in Spanish to all those peasants in Tijuana, they're going to go crazy for you. Now tell me how much you want to worship my cock with your mouth."
She choked, looking down at the massive instrument which still hadn't grown to its full length.
Sighing, she finally nodded and said, "Yes, yes, I love your cock I want it in my mouth. I w-want to suck on it. I've never sucked a cock before, Roger. But I want to s-suck yours. I want to lavish it with oral love."
Inwardly she was cursing him, sweating that someday she would bring all this down on his head with a vengeance. For now, she had to swallow her humiliation and do as he said. In her mind, she was certain that if Roger didn't release that first tape, eventually she would return to high society and worm her way into the graces of some other wealthy man.
"On your knees," Roger said to her. "Come on, on your knees and really beg, this time."
Refusing to let her think of the shame, Rosalie fell to her knees as Roger remained standing in front of her. Her eyes remained locked on the penis, wondering how much of it she would be able to take into her mouth before throwing up.
"R-Roger...." she gasped. "P-please l-let m-me suck y-your c-c-c-cock. I want to do it more than anything else in the world."
"Since you put it that way," Roger shrugged, "far be it from me to deny you that pleasure. Come on, honey, you can use your hands, your lips, and your tongue, but no teeth. If I feel teeth, you know what'll happen."
She shut her eyes tightly as she moved her face closer to the penis. Oh, God! This was so degrading!
A hand reached into her dark-brown hair and yanked as Roger snarled at her, "Open those eyes and look at my cock when you suck it, bitch! It demands total adoration from you!"
She opened her eyes and looked straight ahead, seeing the gleaming purple bluntness of the huge penis. She was staring directly into the unseeing eye in the cock-head, seeing the oil seeping from it, washing over the rounded penile point as if making it smoother, sort of easing the way for her to take it into her throat. There was a rich musky scent of masculinity coming from his groin a clean smell, but rich with the aroma of sex. The penis throbbed, the head swelling a little as it stiffened a bit more, and she tried pulling back, terrified at the prospect of suddenly filling her mouth with such a monster.
"Come on, Rosalie," he said to her. "I'm tired of playing games. Do it, already. It's waited a long, long time for the feel of your mouth. My cock won't be cheated."
No longer able to hold the tears back, Rosalie started sobbing like some helpless infant. This was it! The moment of truth! She had no choice!
Slowly she parted her full lips, and gulping, her throat quivering with spasms of shame, she let the huge cock-head slide into her widely open mouth. The moment her tongue touched the penile tip, she pulled her head back, aware of the warm drop of saline oil leaking from it. She wanted to get away from all this, but his hand tightened in her dark hair, pulling so that she thought he might turn her into a bald woman. Her hair, which had always been naturally wavy, was one of her most precious things.
Roger pushed forward, and half his bulbous penile head pushed itself between her lips again. This time she didn't pull back, and with his other hand gripping the staff, Roger began working the penis circularly, as if trying to widen her lips, forcing more of the purple point into her mouth, between her palate and her tongue. Jesus! It felt good, what little he was able to fit in, so far. He would fit more. Even as his cock throbbed and became harder, longer, thicker, he knew he was going to fit every last centimeter down her lovely throat.
Rosalie tried hard to open her mouth more, but to do so would mean dislocating her jaw. The head was pus. g deeper, and the flanged coronal rim was already inside her lips. She felt it would be impossible to fit more into her mouth, because her mouth narrowed as it went deeper. The penis was so thick, the head wasn't butting her throat, but it seemed unable to wedge its way any farther in.
Roger was excitedly aroused and out of control. At last, at long last his cock was plundering the mouth of Rosalie Baum. For all her trampish ways, Rosalie had never sucked another cock. His was the first to enter the seething cavern, and the mere idea of being first thrilled him, as being the first to plunder Andrea's ass, and the first to fuck into Shana had delighted him.
His left hand gripped the base of his cock, holding it steady, and his right hand pressed itself firmly onto her skull, and then he pulled her head forward as he shoved his hips into her face, and suddenly a full third of his cock was pushing into her gullet. She began gagging, choking, coughing, her eyes rolling in her head. Her upper teeth raked painfully against the shank, making him groan like some kind of beast, but it didn't deter him. He loved the scraping feeling, knowing it was coming because Rosalie was unable to open her mouth any wider. His desire to fuck her mouth intensified, and his body quivered with sadistic delight.
One more shove, and the entire cock was crammed into her mouth, her lips pressing against his hairy groin and hanging balls, his penile head jammed all the way into her esophagus. Rosalie's throat was constricting around the weighty phallus imparting sensations of unbelievable magnitude to Roger. It was her total incapability that made it all so good. Once she learned to open her throat and accept a cock, half the pleasure would be lost. The mere fact that he was feeling her choke around his probing prick-head heightened everything for him that much more. God! This was good, really good!
"Ggg ggaaaw wwrrrr nnnggg hhhhll lllccc cch-hhhh!" she gagged, as he tried powering it even deeper, as if attempting to force his balls into her mouth, as well.
Rosalie felt the pendulous scrotum smack solidly against her chin and lower lip, and her nostrils flared wide, unable to help themselves, filling her sinuses with the aroma of his masculinity. Tears continued falling from her eyes, but not so much tears of shame as tears of pain. He was rotating his thick cock in the depths of her gullet, making her cough some more, causing her throat to contract once again around the tightness of his cock. Saliva filled her mouth, falling in drooling lines from the corner of her lips, but also washing down his cock, creating a bit less friction. Slowly he pulled his cock back, letting her breathe for a moment before once more slamming it down her throat. At last, Rosalie Baum's mouth was being used for something worthwhile. No longer was malicious gossip spewing forth from it. No, now something was going into it.
It took every last bit of straining willpower at her command, but the helplessly humiliated Rosalie was finally able to relax her throat a little bit and ease the pressure, therefore more easily able to endure his continued stroking. Little by little her throat muscles relaxed, as did her lips, and she realized that by completely relaxing, she was not only sparing herself a lot of unnecessary pain, but was feeling something as the penile head rubbed into her gullet, touching hidden nerve-endings she had never even known about.
Sensing her total surrender to his desire, Roger let go of her hair. Once they began to surrender, they were suddenly very amenable and usually went out of their way to prove their willingness to comply with whatever he wanted.
Thankful he was no longer gripping her hair, the beautiful kneeling woman knew as long as she did what pleased Roger, he wouldn't hurt her, physically. Psychologically she felt herself scarred beyond hope. She was therefore surprised to discover that her mouth was not working by itself, with no conscious effort on her part. Her lips were pulling and sucking, her throat closing gently around the burrowing stiffness continually invading it, working with a gentle inner rhythm. Her tongue pressed itself upward, massaging the urethral tube in the underside of his penis, and each time the penis pulled back, the tongue darted forward and licked at the tiny tip. Her teeth continued grating on the throbbing pole each time it thrust itself into her mouth, but it was with just enough pressure to keep it sensuous rather than painful. Fresh thrills continued charging through Roger, and he moaned his enjoyment out loud.
Rosalie was at a total loss to explain her behavior. It was as if her mouth wanted to go on sucking and slurping at the throbbing phallic wand. Oddly enough, somewhere in the subconscious depths of her mind she had known how to suck cock all along, and now she was doing it with a certain naturalness. Once repressed, a certain barbaric part of herself was taking over. To make matters even worse as far as she was concerned, she found herself unable to suck without gripping his ass-cheeks, and she did so, pulling him all the more solidly into her mouth, bobbing her head back and forth rapidly.
Roger's heart was wildly pounding, totally out of control. God! He had been blown by experts, but none of them had the natural verve and vitality of this woman. Too bad she was such a total bitch. He continued fucking his hard cock into the tunneled depths of her narrow pharynx, thrilling to every hard lunge. Christ! Those Mexicans had no idea what a fantastic cocksucker they would be getting. He moaned his lust out loud as he continued punching the penis inside, again and again.
Rosalie felt her own sensual excitement rapidly mounting as she realized she was on the verge of an orgasm, herself. The sucking was building sensations in her body that seemingly reached into her cunt. She was going to climax very shortly, now. Her fingers ran over the exposed part of his hotly thrusting penis each time it pulled out of her mouth. Then she let her fingers wander over his balls. It didn't even occur to her to squeeze him there or try and hurt him. At this point she was being controlled by her own inner lusts. Mewls of involuntary pleasure began coming up from the depths of her larynx as her womanly instincts became more and more aroused by what she was doing, her head bobbing back and forth in perfect time to the thrust of his loins.
Aware that Rosalie was enjoying all this too, it made Roger feel proud rather than angry. He had forced a woman who had refused to fellate any man previous to him into not only sucking his cock, but actually enjoying it. His body became flaringly aroused with inner heat as he rammed his bloated phallic lance that much more maniacally into the narrow tunnel of her mouth. He slammed into her with overpowering force, wondering how much longer she would be able to stand the vicious drives, but she not only withstood his lunges, but actually enjoyed them. Her working tongue on the underside of his cock told him so.
The hungrily sucking woman was rapidly becoming overwhelmed by the salacious and all-encompassing torrent of steaming sexuality that was rampantly running through her. A burning, tingling sensation charged through every part of her nakedly kneeling body, her mind totally lost in the steady pounding of his weighty cock moving in and out of her clamping lips.
"Ggggggmmmmpphhhhhhmmmmm!" she mewled excitedly around the living length of pulsating flesh that continued pounding in and out of her narrowly sucking mouth. "Ummmmmmmm!"
Her body, on its knees, was rotating wildly back and forth, and suddenly she leaned her cunt forward and pressed it against Roger's shin, surrounding the shin with her knees as she began rubbing her pussy up and down in rhythm with the way her head nodded back and forth. He was groaning with wanton abandon, and the hot wetness of her cunt against his leg sent new and even greater thrills catapulting through him. Christ! This was the greatest cocksucker of all time! Too bad he had to give her away, but it was better for the whole world to have her locked away in Tijuana where she wouldn't be able to destroy other men with her words. There, her mouth would be put to excellent use.
Roger's orgasm wasn't too far away, now. He felt the little tingles within him making him aware that it wouldn't be long, well not too much longer, anyway. His balls continued slapping against her chin and the drool from her mouth was seeping out all over his scrotum.
Aware that the moment of his triumphant climax wasn't too far off, he intensified the way he solidly fucked into the sweetness of her pulling mouth. He thrust mercilessly in, and Rosalie, blinded with the passionate need for her own orgasm, sucked all the harder, her lips two leeching labial folds that pulled and yanked and tugged. She sucked like a lamb at its mother's udder.
Dimly, Rosalie realized she was becoming precisely what Roger hand claimed she would be; a wanton whore who wouldn't give a damn how she made a man come. But as disgusting as sucking his cock had seemed in the beginning, so now was it that much more enjoyable.
She loved it! She actually loved it! She sucked harder, hot liquid seeping from the helplessly contracting cuntal depths that she continued rubbing against his leg. It leaked so much fluid, the oils were running down her thighs onto the carpeting. Some of it seeped onto his foot. Fierce pleasures tore through Rosalie like a hurricane as she realized her orgasm was there.
"WWWWWWH HHHFFF AAAAAA GGGGGG HHHHHH CCCCCH HHHWWW WWWUUU UUG-GGG HHHHHU UUUCCC CCHHHH RRRGGG GGHHHC CCCHHH HHLLLL AAAIII UUUGGG HHHHH!" she gagged out, filling her throat with his cock as her cunt spat oils insanely over his shin and ankle. She clung fiercely to him, her mouth all the way forward, her lips kissing his balls and pelvis, her throat contracting again and again around the hard mass of cock.
Now it was Roger's turn. His body began tightening, and her hands, gripping his ass-cheeks, felt them squeeze together as he bellowed out in rapturous enjoyment. "OHHHHHH...YYYYYE EEEEAA AAAGGG GGHHHH...HHH HHHAAA AAA-NNN HHHHHH...THAA AAAAAT'S SSSSSS...IIIIIT TTT...YYYYYA AAAGGG HHH...COM-MMM IIIIIINNNNNG GGG...AAAAAG FFFGGG HHHUUU UUUNNN GGGHHH!"
He was there, firing one thick white jet of hot fluid after another into Rosalie's throat a throat which swallowed anxiously, but not fast enough, and more and more of her mouth filled with his sperm as she thrilled to the taste of it.
Rosalie wasn't able to understand why she swallowed so lustily, but she did know one thing; she loved the taste of semen. It almost made the agony she had undergone worthwhile.
She sucked repeatedly until his penis had deflated and his prostate was empty. When she was finished, he pulled his cock from her mouth, saying, "Now that you've had your appetizer. I can take you to have breakfast where you can meet two other ladies as lovely as yourself."
CHAPTER TWELVE
Being a member of two major minorities, Dawn White was a firm believer in the old adage about doing unto others before others did unto her. Actually one of the so-called minorities to which Dawn belonged was the female sex, and in reality that was the majority, because there were more women in the country than men, but they always thought of themselves as a minority and being discriminated against.
Dawn was also a black girl, and as a result, was certain men were only interest in her as a sex object and nothing more. To a certain extent, Dawn was right. After all, she was five-feet-six-inches tall, slender, with small but firm breasts, a narrow waist, and nicely rounded slender hips leading to long legs. Her hair was naturally kinky, not too long, but long enough so that anyone was able to see she was a woman, not a man, if hair was what was needed for anyone to see that.
Dawn had gone to college with Roger Starr. At that time Roger was already slender, handsome, and attractive to women. like all men, the kind of women attracting him the most were the seemingly hard-to-get women. Dawn wasn't hard to get, she was impossible.
What she did to Roger and certain other college students was, as far as they were concerned, something totally unforgivable.
Had Dawn come out and told Roger and the others in advance that she wasn't interested in a sexual relationship, perhaps the others would have tried a little harder, but Roger would have had the good sense to back off. But Dawn needed money for her college tuition each year, and she had none of her own. So Dawn picked on various men, one at a time, promising them anything their heart desired. She would lure them to a small apartment she supposedly lived in in the poorer section of Wilton, just outside of Columbus, right near the university. Then she would slip the men something that would drug them, and she would pose naked while her brother took Polaroid pictures of herself and the sleeping student. When the student awoke, he was told he would either pay up a certain amount, or he would have to face expulsion once the pictures were shown to the university dean.
In almost all cases, the students paid up. But in Roger's case, Dawn had made a slight mistake. Roger was not a wealthy student like the others. His parents had barely scraped together enough money to put him through the university, and he had taken extra courses in order to finish in three years, so he'd be able to get through engineering school immediately after. When Dawn had found out Roger was unable to pay, she'd had her brother and two of his friends beat the living daylights out of Roger.
Roger had kept his mouth shut, knowing if he'd told the authorities who had beaten him up, the phony pictures Dawn's brother had taken of himself and Dawn would be shown, and he would be expelled. So for nearly two years Roger had to continue through college, seeing her every day, saying nothing as she smiled at him.
When Dawn was graduated, she boasted to a girl friend that she was still a virgin and intended remaining one the rest of her life. Sex was something she didn't care for, and she would make a modeling career for herself using her abilities rather than her vagina.
Dawn became a model, and a successful one. Her brother and his two friends, on the other hand, were busted for drug-dealing. So Dawn was now all alone, and-likely to remain that way since her brother and his buddies were serving life sentences with no hope of parole.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Alfred Vale was one of two friends Roger had met in college as a result of having dealt with Dawn White. Alfred was tall, round-faced and beefy-looking, with black hair, a short nose, and usually a pleasant smile. like Roger, he had been waiting for an opportunity to get back at Dawn. Un-like Roger, he had been one of the men who had helped pay her college tuition, and in addition, had been beaten up by her brother while having his wallet emptied.
The third member of the trio was Herb Schmidt. Herb was shorter than either Al or Roger, also with black hair, piercing gray eyes, and an almost bland face. Herb had always been on the thin side until a couple of years ago, when he had become slightly portly. When Herb was told of an opportunity to revenge himself on Dawn, he smiled a wide smile, and asked if it was all right for him to bring along one other person who had been taken by the lady. Roger had agreed after he'd learned that Herb's friend was Bob Manetto, an insurance broker who had been taken for more money than all the others put together. Bob was the youngest of the group, tall, slender, light-haired, with almost Aryan features.
All four agreed Dawn had gotten where she was because she had taken money from three of them, and had caused one helluva lot of pain to the fourth, Roger. As a result, it was only fair the four of them topple Dawn from her lofty pedestal. She was first entering the prime of her modeling career, herself just a little past nineteen. She had gone through college as quickly as Roger.
Herb Schmidt was the private investigator Roger had been using for all the other women, and Herb had dug up the information that Dawn was now all alone in the world, and if she were to disappear, the only people who would miss her would be her employers. She had no friends, and she certainly had no boyfriends, being a virgin. Sex didn't interest her in any way.
So it was the Monday morning after Roger had made Rosalie blow him that he, Al, Herb, and Bob were in a rented blue Ford, parked outside the apartment building where Dawn, now a fairly well-to-do-model, lived. She was one of the few black models who appeared headed for the top of the modeling profession.
In his travels around the world, while working during the summer for Collins and Cole, Roger had once gone to Africa. There he had become friendly with the leaders of certain native tribes living in the area where he intended bringing electricity. The tribes themselves would eventually receive schooling and learn how to live among civilized people as sidewalks replaced dirt roads, but it would be a few more generations before the tribes abandoned all their customs. The one that had interested Roger the most was that of polygamy. If a woman like Dawn was spirited away and given to one of the tribal chiefs, she would be virtually stuck in the jungle for the rest of her life. After all, she had no friends to help her.
It was agreed by the four men that they would do just that. Dawn would be brought to Roger's estate, to join the other three women, and on a certain date, the four of them, along with Roger's fifth woman, would be taken to different places in the world, there, to disappear, probably forever, from Ohio civilization.
"Shit!" Bob, the driver of the Ford muttered as Dawn emerged from her apartment building. "She still has one terrific body. To think she doesn't do anything with it."
"Look at those calves," Roger whispered. 'They've never been wrapped around the body of any man. You know, where does a virgin come off having legs like that?"
"I think I'd like to fuck her," Herb Schmidt muttered. "I mean, since we're giving her away, what harm can it do to give her a taste of paradise before sending her to hell."
"I think that's a brilliant idea," Al, sitting beside him in the back seat muttered. "How do we get away with it?"
"Simple," Roger pointed out. "We snatch her, and we drive back to my estate. There, we take turns."
"Look at the way she's wiggling her ass," Herb noted.
"I see you're not prejudiced," Roger smiled.
"Not me," Herb shrugged. "A pussy is a pussy. I don't discriminate in business. I work for anyone willing to pay me, black, white, yellow, brown or red. A good-looking cunt is a good-looking cunt, black, white, brown, yellow, or red."
"My cock feels hard already," Al muttered.
The streets were fairly empty at that time of the morning. Dawn was obviously on her way to some early morning modeling assignment. It was one she would never keep.
Al got out of the car and crossed the street to where Dawn was standing on the corner, waiting for a cruising cab. Bob started the car and came around, waiting for the traffic signals to change, and slowly approached Dawn. The black girl, totally unaware of what was about to take place, was still looking for a cab.
The four-door sedan was now directly in front of her. The streets were empty for the moment except for Al and Dawn. She saw the back door of the sedan open, and before she realized what was happening, hands grabbed her from behind, and she was being forced into the sedan. She heard the back door slam as she felt herself being drawn across the knees of two males in the back. Roger had climbed into the back and so Al hurriedly slipped into the front seat. Herb clamped his hand over her mouth, keeping her from screaming as the car slowly pulled away from the curb.
Herb took his hand from her mouth and pressed her face into his groin. He was aware of tightly clamped-together lips against his already solid horn. Jesus! It felt good even with his pants on.
It didn't take long for the car to head for the outskirts of town and then to Sunrise. Roger had his hands clamped solidly against the black woman's rounded buttocks, and as a result felt the pressure of her cunt against his own stiff cock. He knew damn well he had to fuck her.
"I think I'll take her clothes off right now," Herb muttered. "I mean it'll save time once we get there."
"Stay cool!" Roger insisted. "You don't want someone peeking in here and seeing a naked woman on our laps, Fully clothed, it might look like she's sick and we're going for help. Besides, I'd like first crack at her virginal crack. I mean, I'm the one who got beaten up worst of all, so I go first."
Before Herb was able to reply, the car had pulled into the garage of Roger's estate. The four men got out and between them carried the helpless black girl into the house. Gaby had the other three women occupied in another part of the house, so they weren't aware of what was going on.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
"You stay cool," Herb told the girl as Roger locked the door. "We brought you here for the specific reason of raping you, but if you give us trouble, we'll do to you what your brother did to each of us before going ahead and raping you, anyway."
"Man, you think I'm stupid?" the black girl asked. "I ain't gonna just lie here and let you do it."
"Fuck this!" Bob bellowed, and he literally tore the woman's dress wide open, tugging it off her shuddering body.
"Look at her," Roger muttered. "The clever chick who outwitted all of us, making you three guys pay money to keep her in college so that she was able to get where she is today. We made her what she is, and it's up to us to break her."
"Look at that body," Al muttered, staring at the way her pantyhose clung to her.
Helpless, terrified beyond words, realizing for the first time in her life she was unable to control the situation, the black woman pulled herself away from the four men and stood in the middle of the large bedroom where she had been brought. She looked around, seeing the opulent furnishings, and she knew she wasn't in the hands of some poor joker who would rape her and possibly throw her back, afterward. A guy this rich usually killed women after using them in order to keep from being found out.
Whichever way she turned, there was another male, and it was obvious each one had the same thing in mind. Dawn didn't know what to do.
All four men seemed to jump on her at once, literally tearing her pantyhose off her. She began struggling and kicking, so they dragged her over to the bed and slammed her on it, face-down.
Bob was a quivering mass of desire as he stared at the lovely black model. Those round, strong limbs, strengthened and toned by exercises to keep her firm for her job made her skin shine with a brilliance all its own. Herb and Al held her thighs wide apart, and under the white of her bikini panties they were able to see the lips of her pinkly swollen cunt, completely hairless as almost all professional models' cunts were.
"Gentlemen, since this idea is mine, I claim the privilege of going first," Roger insisted.
Her naked waist was narrow and solid above the white contrasting panties, and the firm plain of her smooth, black-skinned back was marred only by the white strap of her brassiere to make sure her pectoral muscles at no time had any strain on them. Roger, who was kneeling on the bed, let his hands touch her shivering flesh.
"Son of a bitch!" he said to the others. "This one must bathe in beauty cream. I've never felt skin so baby-smooth."
He fumbled with the catch of her brassiere as she writhed, inhaling the freshness of her recently showered body. Hell! His cock was really throbbing in his pants, now, as if trying to tear through the fabric. Hell! His fly was already sodden with his oily lubricity as he pressed a knee against the weii of her hip.
He finally managed to get the brassiere open, and he would have been able to pull it out from under her had not one of her hands moved to clamp it tightly against her body. Reaching under her, he tore the harness away from her and began massaging the small mounds of her breasts, feeling the black nipples starting to swell.
"She's not as frigid as she'd like us to believe," he told the others. "I can feel those nipples getting bigger."
Christ! They were like elastic buttons as they grew in his palms, for even though the lovely girl continued struggling, her body was unable to ward off the thrills it was feeling. She writhed maddeningly, almost pulling away from Roger, and he yelled to the other three, "Hold the bitch down!"
His hands slid along the delightfully contoured sides of her slender body, over the firm, full flesh of her slender waist and down to her hips where his fingers touched the elastic top of her bikini panties. His hand continued moving down, taking the panties with him. At one point the pressure of her thighs prevented him from pulling her panties any lower, so he simply tore they away.
"Gentlemen," Roger said to the others. "Please note the virgin vagina. Full, pouting, eager to be fucked," he told them, and they all laughed as they stared at the hairless vertical slash.
Dawn felt the others loosening their hold on her again, and she struggled once again, but Herb and Bob once more gripped her arms, one on either side, and Al was quick to grab her ankles. With a sense of total frustration, Dawn finally relaxed.
A moment later she felt a new terror invade her body as Roger left the bed only to walk around so she was able to see him drop his pants and undershorts. He knelt on the bed in front of her face, his thighs wide open, and she saw the massively meaty expanse of hard cock standing out from beneath his own dark-brown curls. The penis swayed from right to left and back again like a huge boom.
"Take a good look at it, Dawn," he said to her. "Just a few years ago, you promised I'd be allowed to bury this inside you. Well, now that promise is going to come true."
The strands of brown hair on his wrinkled scrotum created the impression that he was even more virile than he was. The bulging purple penile point seemed to mock her as its sightless eye, pointed at her lovely face, let a small drop of colorless fluid fall onto the counterpane inches from her nose.
Herb held her left wrist with his left hand, and his right hand began exploring her back, feeling her skin to see if it was as smooth as Roger had said. Meanwhile, Al, who was still holding her ankles, had a clear, unobstructed view of her hairless vagina, and his mouth was watering. He saw the way the dark-tan outer labia, all around and convex, parted slightly to reveal the rich pinkness of the inner lips. Christ! He had to admit it was one gorgeous pussy. He was barely able to keep himself under control.
Roger moved around to the lovely woman's rear, kneeling between her slender thighs, telling Al to make certain her ankles were very wide apart. Then he poked two fingers into her virginal slit, just touching the inner labia a little. He rubbed his fingertips up and down the curtains of her inner cuntlips, and against her will, Dawn felt a smooth liquid trying to pour its way out of her. She tried yanking her body away from the fingers, but the trio was holding her too tightly. All she was able to do was lie there, face-down. She didn't even have the strength to cry.
Roger slowly began pushing a finger into the narrow little inlet of her vagina. He pushed the finger deeper and deeper, finding she was not nearly as tight as Shana had initially been. Her cunt was getting wetter by the moment. His finger finally encountered the thin strip of elastic membrane stretched across her creaming cunt's inner hallway. He didn't shove his finger any further. He wanted the pleasure of popping this cherry with his cock, as he had done with Shana. But he did rub his finger hard against her upper vaginal wall, teasing the nerve-endings inside her, feeling more and more slick oils form within.
"She's got a nice box," Roger told the others. "I've fucked tighter, but this one is still tight enough."
He slid a second finger into her distending vaginal tunnel, feeling her body tremble helplessly as she grunted a little. She refused to give them the satisfaction of knowing the moving fingers were reaching her, making her cunt come alive. The two fingers moved in and out all the faster, coated with heavy oils to where the lubrication was all but gelatinous. He rubbed each of the walls within her in turn, feeling more and more liquid ooze out of her.
Taking a deep breath, Dawn forced herself to relax for a moment, but she realized there was no hope of breaking free. They held her too tightly.
"I want her up on her knees," Roger told Al.
The latter released the girl's ankles, and moving around Roger, took a firm hold on her slender waist. He hauled her up, forcing her to brace her knees under her. Roger had his own thighs lodged between her knees, preventing her from clamping them shut. He continued thrusting two fingers in and out of her sodden center, and he smiled, noting she was involuntarily countering his thrusts with movements of her body.
Withdrawing his fingers, he used his thumbs to part her pussylips, saying, "That pink is the deepest color I've ever seen in a woman. In fact, she's almost red in there." He then shifted the head of his cock, placing it against the oval opening.
"Hey man!" Dawn gasped. "Come on, huh. I was a black girl forced to try and make out in a white man's world. I had no money, and there wasn't no way I was gonna earn some. Man, now I got the bread. You lemmee go, and I'll give it to you."
"Sorry, honey," Roger breathed. "The color of your skin doesn't give you the right to pick on us, just as it doesn't give white people the right to pick on you. As for living in a white world, well in a little while, you'll be living in a black world, Africa, honey! See how you like living down there."
"Man, are your crazy?" she screamed. "What the hell do I want to go to Africa for?"
"Maybe to be fucked, like this," Roger told her, and she shuddered as she felt his stiff penile point begin to push against her leaking split, widening it.
He used his hand to hold the cock steady, guiding it past her slavering inner labia, feeling with enjoyment the way she was squirming, obviously feeling pain. She wasn't used to having her cuntwalls stretched. He didn't ram his cock into her, but rather moved it in very, very slowly, almost agonizingly, feeling her tight cunt give a little at a time as he forced the tight, sleeve-like interior to constantly widen. Her head was rocking up and down to stifle the screams as she felt the pain that much more. He was pushing against her hymen, but gently, causing more agony.
As far as Roger was concerned, the feeling was fabulous. Though her cunt wasn't nearly as tight as Shana's, nor did it have the pressure of Andrea's rectum or the wetness of Rosalie's mouth, it felt really good. As he had noted earlier, no two cunts had ever felt the same, and this one was making its personality felt. A hot and heavy sensation surrounded the pushing pole as it continued moving deeper and deeper into her seething center, making his balls tingle with delight.
"Oh, Christ!" he murmured, talking to the other three. "She has really a nice cunt. Not too tight, not too loose. Jesus! Wait until you guys try it."
The vulva lips spread a bit wider now, accepting a little more of him as he continued pushing his cock into her cunt from the rear. The hot, spreading stickiness of her womanly flesh surrounding the head of his throbbing cock made pinwheels of light sparkle brilliantly in his brain.
"Sheee-iitttt!" Bob bellowed, his handsome mouth wide open as he stared at the sensuous way Roger's cock continued moving into Dawn. "If and when she comes," he quipped, "I'll bet she comes like thunder."
"Bad joke!" Roger insisted, and inhaling, thrust his throbbing cock forward again, letting it tear the delicate inner membrane that was a sign of her virginity.
Dawn screamed out loud, totally unused to the agony she was feeling. Her head slammed against the pillow beneath it over and over.
The huge, swollen penis thundered into the narrow tightness of her crushing, squeezing channel, rending the last little bit of her cherry to shreds as it went all the way in. Soon his flat belly was pressed against the roundness of her two ass-cheeks, all but squashing them flat.
Fire filled Roger's lungs as he gripped her flaring hips and slowly began tugging his thick bludgeon out of her. But he didn't pull it all the way out. Rather it slammed right in again. Holding her hips to keep her rock-steady, he forced the long thickness of his phallic plug deeper into her womanly strait, savoring the delicious feeling of her humid recesses washing over the penis. Her inner tissues seemed to cling to his penis as he pulled it back this time.
The way Al's circling arms held the lovely dark girl's middle up, his hands were also able to touch her ass-cheeks, and he automatically parted them in order to peer through the crevice and catch a better view of Roger's phallic lance slamming into the tight, vaginal orifice. Each time the cock pulled back, it was plainly seen to be covered with her juices, juices so frothing they had turned almost white, though there was a tinge of pink in there, denoting the little bit of blood she had lost when her hymen had been ruptured.
On each forward stroke, Roger now had the full length of his pulsing penis buried to the limit into Dawn's pink portal. Her walls seemed to fit perfectly around the prodding lance, not to tightly, not too loosely, as it massaged the membranes while moving in and out, in and out. Roger looked down to stare at this oil and blood-coated prong, enjoying the way it looked going into and coming out of her cunt. He saw the scalloped pink ridges of her inner labia pull out each time he yanked his pulsing cock back, and noted how they disappeared once he started plunging in, much the way a pair of lips seemed to disappear into a mouth without teeth. He began setting a regular pace of pushing and pulling, the fire in his lungs burning the molten metal as he continued puffing heavily. Shit! She was a vessel constructed for fucking, and she was withholding herself. Well he was taking full advantage of the delightful cunt, now. Two deflorations in less than a week. Hell! This was really something!
His cock slammed against the back wall of her vagina repeatedly, on each in-thrust the organ feeling more and more petrified. He jammed his cock into her with such force, that Herb had to kneel at the head of the bed and brace her shoulders with his hands to keep her from moving forward with each thrust.
The burgeoning penis was swelling even more now, on the verge of total satisfaction. He hoped it wouldn't burst apart before he came. Roger's ass-cheeks tightened that much more while his thighs continued brutally battering her delightfully round, black ass-cheeks.
Dawn had been whimpering and sobbing, but now everything was subsiding as she began feeling tingles brought on by the throbbing flesh within her. His muscular cane pushed recklessly inward, and with each move, the friction within her heightened her sensations. Little by little she felt thrills building in her, and finally she discovered, against her will, the meaning of orgasm, as her cunt first opened wide, then clamped down tightly around the pulsing penis as she threw her head back and screamed, "AAAAAAIIII-IIY YYYYYE EEEAAA AAIIII GGGHHH UUU-UUN NNNGGG HHHAAA GGGHHH HHOHHHW WWW AAA UUUHHH AAAGGG HHH!"
Then that wonderful feeling for which Roger had been waiting finally arrived. It rushed down on him, thrilling him, but he was out of breath and had no strength to scream. What little strength he did have left, he used to continue plunging the penis in and out of her coming cunt.
His body was bent forward, completely tense now, rigid and unyielding, and he continued plunging the blazing baton into her vagina again and again. He began a series of long, shuddering spasms as the heavy fluid shot from his hose of hard flesh and flooded into the beautiful woman in fiery abundance, splattering into her bruised and beaten womanly vessel. For a short while his world seemed to explode, and only by a small miracle did he keep himself conscious. All this fucking was beginning to take its toll on him.
A moment later, he was finished. He tugged his weakening cock out of her and rolled off the bed. He sat on the floor, trying to catch his breath.
"Who goes next?" Bob asked.
"Me," Al insisted. "I've been through this business with Roger almost from the start. So I figure I go next."
The trio stared down at the black woman's panting, unmoving body. Her breathing was so soft, they barely heard it. They rolled her onto her back for a moment and checked her heartbeat. It was fast, but regular, and her breathing was getting stronger. Her thighs were wide apart, letting the three men see the pink flesh covered with the whiteness of Roger's sperm. It looked so child-like with no hair around it. Had her face not been so distraught, she might have been posing for one of the girlie magazines.
"Hell," Al muttered, "I'm not going to shove my cock into the same hole. That'd give her the thrill."
"So what d'you want to do?" Herb asked.
"Flip her over and let me drill into her ass," Al insisted.
He dropped his own pants and undershorts, kicking them off to the side as the other two men turned Dawn back onto her belly. She lay perfectly still, incapable of struggling, still out of breath because of the power of her first orgasm.
Al wasted no time. He tugged her slender thighs wide apart, letting his fingers run along the solid muscles of her calves up to her thighs. Moving forward, he felt the tautness of her firm, black silken flesh against his outer thighs.
He rubbed her rounded rectal cheeks with his hands, squeezing them, pinching them, enjoying their fullness. Dawn shuddered but did nothing else.
Al spat on his fingers and began lightly rubbing the saliva into her asscrack. His fingers teased her anus. It was a warm, slippery little prune-shaped opening between two rounded mounds. He pressed his right forefinger against the entrance to her anal cavity, feeling the puckered flesh. Curious, he wondered if her asshole was as richly pink as her cunt. Using his thumb, he forced her swollen buttocks apart.
Dawn tightened up at first, but he slapped her a few times and she allowed her ass-cheeks to loosen. Yanking the twin globes wide apart, he stared straight down, and he was delighted to see the inner flesh was just as pink as that in her vagina.
Shrugging, he poked at it with his forefinger, and when she didn't stop him, he very suddenly rammed the forefinger all the way into her ass. Dawn screamed as he forced her sphincter to open unwillingly, working his finger ever deeper into her. Her rectum, which had initially tried resisting his digital invasion, now sucked the finger all the way in. Dawn began whimpering as Al started rotating the finger in her rectum. The anal tube was not nearly as wet as her vaginal receptacle. Still, it was tighter, and it gripped his finger very tightly. When he tried fitting a second finger into her rectum he found it next to impossible. He yanked her up to her knees, and her ass began swinging from side to side like a pendulum. Herb and Bob knelt on either side of her and gripped her hips to keep her steady. They held her ass perfectly in place.
Al's swollen log of cock was immense, and the more he rubbed it against the crinkle of her rear entrance, the more lubrication came from the tip of his cock, and the more oil seeped into her rectal opening, making it wetter and wetter.
Now, he thought. Gotta fuck her ass, right now!
He pushed as hard as possible against the rosebud shape of her asshole, his white cock a stark contrast against her black buttocks. He rammed into her with overpowering force. Shit! It was a long time since he had fucked an asshole, and he wasn't able to remember when it had felt so good. He just hoped he wouldn't pop his load before he managed to get his cock into her. Again he forced the thick reddish tip of his penis against her starred opening.
With the blunted head pressing fervently against her ass, his hands surrounded her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh as he pulled her toward him. He felt the heated clutch of her tantalizing asscrack as it surrounded his glans. At first, nothing happened. Her asshole refused to yield. Then he felt her body tense up as her sphincter loosened. She was ready to pull away and would have done so had Bob and Herb not stood there ready.
The anal ring finally opened up, and little by little his blazing penile length began moving in. The sphincter surrounded his cock so tightly, he felt as if he were moving into the jaws of a steel trap. He jammed the burning phallus in all the harder, flexing his hips and driving in with ever-greater force.
"Hhhhhaaauuunnnngghhh! Damn honky!" Dawn cried out as the man continued to forcibly push his cock into her ass.
The black girl though she had run out of tears. She was wrong. These were the first people to make her cry in more than fifteen years. It was more than mere pain. It was the combination of being totally humiliated and also the idea that they were using her. She had always sworn she was the one who would do the using. Now the very people she had used were using her in the most demeaning manner possible.
Al continued pushing his powerful penile prod into her, thoroughly enjoying the manner in which her sphincter tightly clutched at the savage spear that was his prick. It sank in slowly, certainly, solidly, and after a while he realized he had buried the full length of it inside her rectum. He was so long, the head of his cock was poking into her large intestine.
The man began grinding his hairy thighs against her buttery soft black ass-cheeks, rotating the burning pole around and around in her rectum before partially pulling it back. Then he powered it in all over again, and a loud sigh involuntarily rose from his throat as he realized how close he was to orgasm.
The black girl found herself involuntarily moving, as well. She wiggled her buttocks from side to side, then shoved back each time he thrust forward. At first, it was with the idea of somehow or other catching him off-balance in order to force him out of her. But with the passing moments, she realized her counter-thrusts was because her rectum was feeling prickly sensations caused by the friction of his pulsating wand. Her movement now served to yank his hard cock that much deeper into her rectum, making it massage the rubbery walls within and heighten the thrill she was beginning to feel.
A loud gasp escaped from her throat, but it wasn't a cry of pain. She continued churning and rotating her asshole around the inpushing cock, moving in maddening circles. She was a helpless moth, pinned by a short stake, and each movement served to enhance the thrills she felt as the masculine spike continued tantalizing her inner rectal chamber, making her aware of feelings she had never previously known.
Al had to admit what he was feeling was unbelievable. Her asshole tightly gripped his throbbing penis, creating the feeling she was rubbing off an outer layer of skin. Fire seemed to fill her rectum, but it was the fire of physical need, and not pain any longer. It burned right through his flailing cock.
Al clamped his lower lip between his teeth and stared at the black-ivory smoothness of her curvaceous back. He saw the goose pimples rising on her skin as he continued forcing his powering lance back and forth in the steaming depths of her rectum.
Dawn was feeling singularly scintillating sensations of unutterable delight. She was gasping for breath beneath him, panting and gurgling each time his penis pushed all the way into her.
Herb was unable to stand it any longer. Watching all this action going on without his getting a piece of it was too much. He had to get his share of the black woman. Bob, on the other hand, waited. He didn't mind using an orifice that had been previously used because he intended using each of her orifices a second time.
Herb stripped his own pants off as he moved on the bed, sliding his body between her face and the pillow beneath. He gripped her black hair and raised her face just enough so that he was able to guide the tip of his penis against her reluctant mouth. When her lips stayed firmly clamped together, he twisted his hands in her hair, knowing if he caused enough pain, she would have to open her mouth to yell. Dawn didn't disappoint him. Unable to take the torment, the beautiful model began yelling, and the moment her mouth opened, the long, thick penil pike made its way into her mouth, sliding against her tongue until it rammed right into her gullet. He had two hands in her hair now, letting her know that if she considered biting down, he would not only tear all the hair from her head, but would proceed to beat the living hell out of her. In any case, the thickness of his mighty cock made it all but impossible for her to bite down. She was gagging, choking as he continued to plunge his anxious phallus that much deeper into the unwilling depths of her throat.
"Suck!" he ordered, his voice soft but menacing, making her aware of the hate burning inside him.
He rammed the full length of his aching penis repeatedly into her narrow esophagus, matching Al, who was fucking her ass at the other end, stoke for stroke. The helpless model was buffeted back and forth between them, but even now, just as she had felt the searing thrills build in her ass, so did she feel something tingle in her pharynx. She'd already had a vaginal orgasm, and she suddenly became aware of the fact that she was about to have another orgasm, a dual orgasm originating in both, her mouth and her ass at the same time. The two, like opposite electric poles, would seek each other out by sending magnetic signals through her body and meet somewhere in the middle. The two phalluses working in and out in tandem no longer seemed like separate entities, but rather like one long tube running the length of her body, sparking electrical thrills in different places as it touched her seemingly all over.
The pressure became too much for Dawn. She had never realized how overpowering an orgasm might be until she'd had her initial climax. Now the dual orgasm mounting in her was going to explode through her as if multiplied to the tenth power. She was going to simply blow apart. It welled higher and higher inside her and then, there it was.
"GGGGGG WWWWWA AAAAUU UUUCCC CCHHHH LLLLLU UUUUGG GGGHHH WWW-AAA UUUUUU CCCCCH HHHWWW UUUUUU RRRGGG GGHLLL HHHHHU CCCHHH HH!" she gagged with the full length of penis jammed down her throat. She came insanely, bouncing up and down on her knees, pulling the two men all the more deeply into her with every motion.
Al and Herb rubbed their penises in and out of her all the more quicly, now. Both were used to missionary fucking more than anything else, and as a result felt the pleasures of her ass and mouth respectively, that much more keenly, especially since her climaxing caused both interiors to tighten even more.
"Here I come!" Al announced to the others. "I CAN FEEEEELIIIIITTTT...YYYAAA AAGGGG GGH-HHH AAAAAR RRGGGG HHHAAA AANNNG GGGHH!" he bellowed, and he jammed his seething spear right up to its hairy root into the tightness of her clinging rectal cavity, pushing his head as far into her colon as possible. His hands gripped her smooth buns and squeezed them tightly together, applying more and more pressure to his pounding cock. A million little razors seemed to be coursing through his urethra, as, with a loud, bellowing belch, he fired wad after wad of blazing sperm into her anal receptacle, letting it wash through her lower large intestine. He fired like a machine gun, one liquid bullet after another.
"OHHHHHH...HHHAAA NNNNNN GGGGGH HHH...UUUYYE EEEAAA GGGHHH HHH...GGGHHH HHHAAA AARGGG HHHHH...U UUUNNN GGGHHH HHH...AAAGGG HHH!" Herb bellowed, and he began firing seed down the lovely woman's narrow throat, pouring one balst of fluid after another into her. His shots matched, bullet for bullet, the spurting of Al's swollen hose. They seemingly fired in unison at one point, making Dawn think the dual jets of sperm, like the feelings of orgasm, would meet in the center of her body.
Both men continued pumping until their organs had deflated to near-nothingness, and even then wouldn't have pulled out had their penises not simply, limply fallen out.
The two men slid away from the girl, both totally exhausted. It had been years since either had know such a total experience They had become staid and missionary in their fucking. This different kind of enjoyment was very much to their liking, but it was something they knew most women would not endure, in spite of the fact that any woman doing it, enjoyed it.
Al and Herb sat on the floor next to Roger, and they watched as Bob prepared himself. He was the one she had taken for the most money, and though he had waited to be last, he intended making up for it in every way possible. He was going to fuck, re-fuck, and fuck again, until he had screwed her inside-out from top to bottom. She was all his.
Dawn, seeing the gleam in his eye, prepared herself. But somehow she was no longer whimpering. Nor was she totally sorry.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Janice Loman was seemingly all things to all men. She was sweet, charming, delightful, and probably the worst female Roger had ever known. Janice was an aspiring female engineer, and she had come to Collins and Cole a year before Roger. She had initially gotten her job displaying unusual electrical engineering abilities, abilities which Herb Schmidt later discovered weren't hers, at all. She had stolen ideas from all the different men in her class at school. It had been easy for Janice, because Janice had gone to bed with every one of them spending an entire night in each one's apartment, and while they were asleep after some exhaustive sexual bout, she would rummage through their desks and their work, looking for, and finding ideas that would help her get ahead. She would then present them to various electrical engineering firms as her own ideas.
It went without saying that Janice impressed quite a few firms before she decided to accept the contract offered to her by Collins and Cole. But in order to continue proving her worth, Janice found it necessary to start sleeping with some of the young, aspiring men the company had hired. In order to stay on top, she stole from co-workers because the truth of the matter was, Janice was very mediocre. What was more, the firm was fast finding this out.
Her last really big innovation had been an idea she had stolen from Roger Starr, presenting it to the firm as her own idea the previous summer, when Roger had worked for the firm part-time. It had to do with a new, more efficient electric generator.
Janice had really "worked" to get that idea from Roger, because un-like most of the men she had known, he didn't tire easily. She had used her mouth, her cunt, and her asshole before the man had finally succumbed to exhaustion, and she had been able to look through his papers and find his radical new idea.
Of all the women he had ever known, Roger felt Janice was the most heartless, the most vicious, and the most conscienceless. She was the kind of female who would resort to murder, if necessary, to get what she wanted. She had already seduced Calvin Cole, the son of the firm's second largest stockholder. At one point she had threatened to use pictures of their coupling to prevent his getting into college, claiming he had raped her, if his father, who had been considering firing her, didn't allow her to remain with the firm. Even then, the elder Cole, whose son wasn't interested in coming into his business, considered firing Janice. She was tall, pretty, with large breasts, a pair of wide, innocent golden-amber eyes, a large nose that enhanced rather than detracted from her good looks, and a full mouth. Her long black hair came down to her waist, and she looked so sweet, butter wouldn't melt in her mouth. But the truth was, knowing Collins and Cole had no heirs who cared for the business, she had hoped to eventually climb into the president's chair, even if it meant sitting in the president's lap, initially, riding his cock. But it was obvious both Collins and
Cole had no intention of promoting her. In fact, they were thinking of firing her, and she, intent on remaining with the firm, was already thinking of a way to kill off both men in order to keep her job. She was certain they, and Roger, hated her.
She was therefore surprised to receive a phone call from Roger, inviting her to a company party being held at his new home in Sunrise. Though she didn't want to go, she had to. After all, she was part of the company, and she had to display her loyalty. Besides, she might find someone she'd be able to use.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
The four women already at Roger's home had been pumped full of apheosiaics all four other than Gaby. Gaby would have to keep her eye on them and make sure they reacted properly.
The four women were dressed in diaphanous dresses with absolutely nothing else on underneath. Roger had asked the other three men to join him in his last act of personal vengeance, and all three had agreed. Al appeared to be Andrea's escort, Herb seemed to belong to Shana, and Bob Manetto was clinging to Dawn White. Rosalie was content for the moment that none of the men were near her, but she knew before this evening was out, she would be getting more than her share of action.
Not one of the four women seriously believed Roger had any intention of doing with them as he had said. They thought him a bit mad, but they were certain once he had completed his acts of vengeance against all of them, he would let them go.
Roger had been at a loss as to how to deal with Janice. After all, how did one make a woman suffer sexually if she loved every kind of sex under the sun. But after Herb Schmidt had finished compiling his report on Janice, Roger realized one thing: Janice loved fucking but with only one man at a time.
When Janice arrived at the house, Gaby let her in, and Roger introduced her around the room, claiming the other three men were field men belonging to Collins and Cole, and the women were their dates for the evening. The firm's major stockholders would be coming a little later, or so she was told.
Janice, dressed in a white cocktail dress, accepted what Roger told her, also accepting a drink from him. Music was piped into the huge ballroom in his home through high-quality stereo speakers. The ballroom itself was decorated with couches all around the room, like an old-fashioned Roman orgy. There were food tables behind the couches. Roger had gone all out to make Janice believe this was an actual party. But after she had downed her first champagne cocktail, it didn't much matter anymore, because she had been fed the same aphrodisiac as the other women. It not only made her aroused, but it had the side-effect of dulling her thoughts, as it had dulled the thoughts of Andrea, Shana, Rosalie, and Dawn.
"Shall we dance?" Roger asked Janice, and she smiled and nodded, thinking what a fool he was, so eager to be with her again, and possibly making himself vulnerable to her so she might be able to steal yet another idea. She moved toward him as the lights in the room seemed to dim a little. The music became a little louder, and his hand reached out to her. His arm went around her waist, and suddenly his fingers were gripping the cloth of her dress, and with a single pull, he ripped off the upper part of it. Janice stood there, nonplussed for the moment, trying to figure out what had happened. Roger wasted no time in literally tearing off the rest of her clothing, and the other four women, who were watching, giggled.
"No holds barred!" Roger said to the other men. "It's time to ball like there's no tomorrow. Come on, Janice, we're going to show everyone here how it's really done."
Janice was aware of his arms surrounding her and crushing her naked length to him. She felt as if her sanity was slipping. This really wasn't happening. He was trying to fuck her right out here in the open, in front of everyone. Maybe she did like screwing, but it had always been something very private as far as she was concerned. Even if the whole world knew she fucked, she liked to think she was discreet enough to do it in private. All this was crazy!
Roger's mouth was covering hers as he led her to one of the couches, a blue velvet affair. He tugged her down, and though she struggled, his hands gripped her brutally, and she found he was far too strong for her. His lips pressed all the harder on hers, and her mouth was impaled on his tongue. His hand jammed itself between her naked thighs, and she automatically began humping her buttocks up and down.
Oh, God! What was going on here? She had to get out of here! He was actually going to do it! This maniac was going to fuck her in front of all the other people here. He was already pulling off his own clothes, and even worse, so was everyone else there. This was sheer insanity!
The other men and women crowded around them, urging Roger on. The aphrodisiac had been given to the other four women well in advance so that they were totally dominated by their sexual urges and nothing else. This entire thing seemed ridiculous!
"Go on man!" Dawn was saying. "Give her some of that big cock!"
"Attaboy, Roger, give it to her good!" Al called out.
"She's going to love it!" Andrea nodded.
Janice felt the full, rigid, obscene length of penis pressed firmly into her quaking belly. Its throbbing seemed to beat the message into her flesh all the others were uttering.
Janice realized he was humiliating her, shaming her, exposing her as an out-and-out whore. For the first time in her life she began crying, sobbing, blinded by tears of rage, her body inwardly wracked with emotional pain because he was showing her to the world for what she really was.
His knees were forcing her thighs wide apart, and when his penis was pressing against the lips of her much-used cunt. He wasted no time, pushing the full length of it all the way into her. Her legs splayed themselves wide apart in automomatic response even as she loudly cried out, "No, no, I don't want this...n-o-o-o-o-o...."
She began pummeling her fists against his chest as his hands squeezed the full swells of her brown-tipped breasts. Her own hands gripped his shoulders, and gathering her feet under her, pressing her soles flatly into the sofa, she used all her strength to heave the man and herself off the couch. It was now or never because she felt her body already traitorously responding to the hard drives of the thick cock, filling her to the limit.
But instead of his rolling off her, he pulled her with him, and as he rolled off the sofa, falling to the carpeted floor on his back, he yanked her down on top of him. His hands clutched her rounded ass-cheeks, and he forced his throbbing rod through her seething womanly depths. She felt totally staked on the enormous pale. She had been stabbed by a sword of flesh, and her entire upper body slumped in total desolation at what was suddenly happening to her. She felt the terrible heated tingles running rampant through her, radiating deep inside her, keeping time with the pulsing beat of the pushing penis. Her vagina was starting to suck and pull on the hard shaft, and her hips were already starting to make a responsive motion.
She sat up on the man's lusting body, her breasts now thrust forward, her hips automatically grinding and rotating, feeling the shaft sink deeper and deeper. Now her head was thrown back, her long black hair streaming behind her, her ripe breasts pushed far forward.
Roger's hands came up to cover the naked swells of her mammaries. Her nipples enlarged, pushing themselves into his palms, and Janice felt their yearning tips quiver in the warming shelters that were his hands. He squeezed them, tugging on them until he had pulled her down to him in order for him to sink his teeth into one brown-tipped white mound. The electric jolt made her shudder, and as a result she felt the throb of his cock in her cunt all the more strongly. Her breast was in his mouth, her hips were gripped by his hands, and he was sliding her up and down his hot fireman's pole that her own inner lubricity had oiled the moment he had entered her.
She still wept, hating being exposed this way. Even so, she was filled with exquisite rapture. It rippled through her nakedly wanton flesh. She shut her eyes, not wanting to look at Roger's lust-contorted face, mirroring her own inner depravity. His mouth continued working on her breasts, his tongue licking the nipples causing ecstatic torture to charge through her. As a result her cunt leaked more and more oil, coating the mammoth phallus inside her.
She was suddenly aware of other hands on her naked body. Opening her eyes, she saw Bob Manetto standing over Roger's head, his cock standing out from his loins, and an aspiring lust masking his face. God!
At the moment she felt as if her interior was a raging inferno.
The hands touching her back slid to the large, white roundnesses that were her ass-cheeks, and she was aware of those hands pulling her cheeks apart. A hand reached between her thighs where Roger's cock continued pumping in and out of her seething sump. The fingers came out with a heavy quantity of vaginal oil, then brought the fluid up and smeared it against her asshole.
Janice twisted her head, realizing it was yet another man behind her. Herb was now pressing the erect head of his own massive cock into the tight opening of her rectum. Though she had been ass-fucked many times before, it had never happened while there was a cock in her cunt. Oh, God! No! The two of them would rip her to shreds.
"N-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o...d-o-o-o-o-o-o-n't...oh, God...n-o-o-o-o-o-o...." she screamed at the top of her lungs, but her voice seemed to be drowned out by that of the others cheering Herb on.
Janice felt the huge penile point pushing at her anus. Had she been tighter back there, Herb might have had a more difficult time. But her asshole had been fucked so many times, it was widened, and Herb shoved the organ right into her.
Roger panted heavily, lurching his hips straight up, sending his massively bloated penis into the tightness of the black-haired pussy. He saw and felt Herb moving his cock into the woman's asshole, and he smiled. Now the bitch was truly going to get what was coming to her.
As Herb lunged, plugging her asshole with his great cock, Janice screamed. Her mouth was wide open, and before the sound became too loud, she felt it being pushed back down her throat as Bob's cock slammed itself into her gullet with a single thrust. He shoved the full length of it right down her throat. All three orifices were filled.
Shana watched this depraved spectacle, and even though filled with aphrodisiac, her natural initial instincts were those of horror. A moment later she felt envious of the black-haired woman, wanting to feel three penises in her own body. Was she mad?
Andrea watched too, her mouth slavering as she stared at the spectacle. The great glistening cocks were moving in tandem, in and out of Janice's three holes. God! She wished to be filled with at least two of them. She still wasn't too crazy about ass-fucking.
"I don't know about you two," Andrea said to Dawn and Rosalie, but I'm going to find someone of my own to fuck."
"Look at the greedy bitch!" Rosalie agreed, licking her lips enviously. "Come on!"
The only man left was Alfred Vance. While Shana remained kneeling, watching the spectacle before her, too afraid to admit to herself even now that she wanted to be part of it, the other three women dragged Alfred to the nearest empty sofa. He had already undressed, as did they, and the trio immediately began going to work on him.
Rosalie claimed his mouth for the moment, sucking his tongue feverishly, pushing his hands into the tightness of her aching feminine box. Andrea grabbed one of his hands, tugged it away from Rosalie's crotch, and pushed her breast into it. Since he was lying on the sofa on his back, the lower part of him totally exposed, Dawn crawled between his thighs and began stroking his awakening cock with her long, slim fingers. Leaning forward, she licked it with her tongue before it came fully upright, aware that in spite of her insistence that she still hated sex, something was driving her to do this.
In his entire youthful life, Alfred Vance had never felt anything quite so delightful. Three sets of female hands were exploring his naked body. Three pairs of womanly breasts were either snuggling into one of his hands, pressing his chest, or brushing his legs. God! The possibilities were endless.
The soft, salivating cavern of Rosalie's mouth was actively sucking his exploring tongue while his right hand continued foraging into the damp slit that was her cunt. His other hand was alternately filled with Andrea's left breast or right breast, the nipples hard and erect, and he pinched them, listening to the blonde moan appreciatively. She leaned forward, pushing Rosalie's body a little to the side, and she began using her own tongue on his masculine nipple. All the while Dawn's delectably hot mouth was doing all kinds of incredible things to his weighty shaft while her slender fingers continued caressing his testicles.
Al's body was bombarded with so much sensation, it was almost too much for him. He felt he'd never get enough of this!
Andrea was getting so worked up from feeling Al's hand on her breasts, the fingers tweaking, pulling, and pinching her nipples, she was aware of oils seeping from her womanly vent, the juices trickling down the insides of her thighs. Rosalie had finally come up for air, but continued writhing her hot cunt against his pressing hand. This gave Andrea the opportunity she had been seeking.
Climbing onto the sofa, she straddled Al's face while facing the other two women. She lowered her open slit against his mouth, and said, "Here handsome, this is for you!" She was panting, feeling her cuntlips a fraction of an inch from his mouth.
Hands reached up and gripped her hips, and her cunt was tugged straight down onto his mouth, the tongue stabbing directly into the tiny orifice of her cunt.
"Hhhhhhaaaannnnhhhhh!" Andrea gasped. "That's fabulous!"
With Andrea riding his mouth, Al no longer had to hold her, and his hands reached forward, free to caress Rosalie's body. By touch alone he discovered the marvelous shape of the brown-haired woman, finding her thrillingly exciting. As it was he had already fucked her once and knew her capabilities, and was therefore that much more aroused now that he was feeling her.
"Let me fuck my cunt on your fingers!" he heard her gasp.
He obliged, by pushing two fingers into her tight pussy, feeling her swollen labia suck them up. God! She had some cunt!
Dawn continued running her tantalizing tongue down the turgid length of the beefy man's throbbing penis, pausing to lick a little harder where the penile head was joined to the shank. He groaned, and wanting to make sure it was her tongue, and not something the other women were doing, Dawn flicked her tongue across the penile head again, and received the same reaction. She licked over his rocky testicles, then began sucking violently on his penis. Al lay there, enjoying it all, his mouth filled with pungent pussy, his fingers crammed into yet another cunt, and his cock being enveloped by a hot, hungry mouth.
Bob was groaning with wanton thrills as he continued pumping his cock in and out of Janice's mouth. She was sucking him more strongly now, causing thrills to build in his balls. It was excruciatingly exquisite. He watched the way Herb continued ramming his cock into her asshole, while Roger bucked upward into her tight cunt, and the sight was enough to make anyone's senses reel. Her hands were gripping his ass-cheeks as she pulled his cock deeper into her mouth, and the pressure of her nails was driving him wild.
Roger knew he wouldn't be able to hold out much longer. His head was swimming, and his throbbing cock was ready to explode in an atomic blast that would make the whole world spin that much faster on its axis. Damn! This bitch had one helluva cunt! He remembered all too well how he had fucked each of her three holes that night she had stolen his idea for a new electric generator. Shit! This wasn't the time to think of anything other than total enjoyment. No matter how much he and the other guys liked what they were doing, they would still snap back to normal before any of the women. The drug they had each swallowed would keep them aroused for at least two days.
The feel of Janice's hot, slick cunt was driving him ever closer to the precipice of orgasm. Hell! He didn't even have to move any longer. She was bouncing wildly up and down, and she'd make him come while doing all the work. But hell! There was no fun in just lying there. He loved bucking his cock up into her seething pussy, feeling the thrill of her convulsing, crushing, squeezing inner muscles compress that much more tightly around the length of his solid rod of flesh.
"Thattaway! Thattaway!" Bob Manetto was groaning. God!"
He was groaning, gasping, and sighing as he fucked into her mouth. Christ! She really knew how to suck!
Herb was also murmuring softly to himself as his eyes focused on the way his cock plundered Janice's asshole. Each time the prick pulled back, her pink inner flesh came out and clung tightly to his cock, as if not wanting to let go of it. Then the flesh disappeared as he rammed the hardened organ all the more deeply into her.
Janice had lost all contact with the real world for the moment. Her body was seemingly on a trip that was carrying her to other worlds. The tearing, reaming pain in her rear-end had disappeared almost immediately after the hard cock had began stroking in and out of her back tunnel. A lascivious feeling was welling up in her seething interior, building to an eruption of volcanic proportions. The two massive, commanding penises that were racing through the lower depths of her body were neck and neck at the moment, almost rubbing against one another, separated solely by a thin, fragile membrane. Her mouth was filled with the blond-haired Bob Manetto's cock, and she was aware of the enormous purple-headed shaft pulsating, preparing to spew its contents down her throat into her churning belly. Maybe she would die here, impaled on the two penises, another plunging into her working mouth. Lord! This was fantastic! If she had known how much she would enjoy something like this, she probably would have started doing things like this much sooner.
Andrea screamed out loud as she felt the whirling tongue in her seething cunt tease her vaginal walls. The orgasm was there, and she didn't try to stop it.
"AAAAAA IIIIIE EEEEEE HHHAAA AAGGGG HHHAAA NNNNNG GGGGGH HHHAAG GGGHHH HH!" she shrieked, and unable to remain seated, she tumbled off to the side, falling on the floor where she lay curled up in a fetal position.
Shana had watched all this, her moral sense doing battle with her physical desires, desires enhanced that much more by the aphrodisiac she had ingested. Now it was time for her to get into this, and she took Andrea's place, slapping her hot cunt down on Al's mouth before she had a chance to think about it. Watching all this had aroused her inner self so much, of all the women there, she had become the most sensual, and she felt her orgasm slowly building as her flowering pussy all but swallowed up Al's face. His talented tongue probed into her pussy, searing her inner flesh, thrilling her as never before.
Shana continued her strong sucking on the throbbing, thistle-shaped head of the pulsing penis attached to Al, working it into her gullet and all the way down her throat. It felt as if she had taken the shaft into her belly. Then her mouth lifted, and her vacuuming lips pulled until once again she was sucking on the very tip. Each thrust of her mouth onto the throbbing rod rubbed it against something in her gullet, and she knew she was going to come this way. No! No! Better to have it fill her cunt! Better to let him fuck her!
She jumped up, poised her cunt over the upstanding penis, and then slowly sank down on it. Oh, God! She needed this! It was fantastic.
Her hips rotated and writhed as she screwed herself around and around on the upstanding prong. As she ground herself solidly down on the stem of it, she felt his pelvis buck upward, as if intent on driving it that much deeper into her body.
Dawn had been so primed, she felt the spasms building inside her even now. The man grabbed her lurching hips in his hand, tugging her down even more, his other hand still jamming the fingers into Rosalie, who was sitting upright on them. But it was Dawn who came next, a licentiously blinding orgasm sweeping uncontrollably through her quaking body.
"HHHHHH AAAAAA IIIIII YYYYYY EEEEEE EEEIIII IIAAAA AAAGGG GGGHHH HHHAAA AAANNN GGGHHH AAAUUU WWWWWA AAA-NNN NNGGGG GGHAAA RRRGGG HHHHH!" she screamed, bouncing wildly up and down, unable to get enough.
Rosalie had already had two minor orgasms, and she was enjoying the digging pressure of the two tantalizing fingers as they continued delving into her womanly delta. This time she was on her way to a biggie. No question about it, this man was as good with his fingers as some men are with their cocks. The fingers were long, thick, and knowledgeable, and she wondered what it would be like to live the rest of her life with a man like this. If he was capable of bringing such pleasure to three women, what might he do with only one?
His thumb was pressuring her clitoris as his two thick fingers continued rubbing in and out of her womanly suction cup. His touching the clitoris was as if he had pressed some kind of magic button. A resounding, brilliant clanging sound burst through her shuddering body and she began bucking and arching, her head thrown back, her hands slamming down to grip his forearm as she furiously fucked her cunt against those depraved fingers.
"YYYYYY AAAAAA IIIIII...YYY YYYAAA AAAGGG GGGHHH HHH...YYYYYY EEEEEA AAAGGG HHHHHH...AAA AAAIII IIYYYY AAAAAG GGGHHH...GGG HHHHHA AAA-NNN NNNGGG GGHHHH!" she shrieked, and Al felt the screams and spasms through his own flesh as each of the naked women came in turn.
He didn't know how he had managed to hold back his own sperm so long. It was as if he had an obligation to each of these women, to bring them off before he, himself attained his pinnacle. Dawn's cunt slipped from his cock at the moment, and Shana, as if waiting for that to happen, moved from his mouth right down his body, jumping onto his penis, facing away from him. This was what was needed to set his own intricate masculine mechanism going on the inexorable path to glory. Jesus H. Christ! He felt his cock swelling inside Shana's tight little pussy. Rosalie had fallen off his hand and had slid across his body to lie on the floor next to Dawn and Andrea. He gripped the redhead's ass-cheeks tightly, staring at her asscrack and the little pucker between them as her cunt rubbed wildly up and down.
That was when Shana felt her own orgasm blaze up inside her. The walls of her vagina clenched tightly around the pulsing cock, and she screamed, "AAA-AAA YYYAAA GGGHHH...HHH HHHAAA AAA YYY YYYAAA GGGHHH...EEE YYYYYY AAAGGG HHH...YYYIII AAAGGG HHHHHH...YYY AAAGGG HHH!"
This made the engines of his balls work harder, sending millions upon millions of little sperm into the waiting pool of his prostate. That was when the gushing began. He was so out of breath, he hadn't the strength to yell as he fired blast after blast into the narrowly tight tunnel of the redheaded woman. She used her cunt to suck the fiery liquid into her seething feminine depths, grateful for the sensations it imparted to her. Then she fell forward and lay across his legs with his softening cock still inside her cunt.
Janice was building the three separate orgasms. The digging probe of Roger's throbbing cock arched and drove mercilessly into her, and what she was feeling in her loins was the start of a super nova. It would shortly burst in the depth of her body, for the second cock, the one in her ass, was making her just as frantic. Her time for total glory had come. She would probably die with three bursting penises inside her penises belonging to three men, two of whom she didn't even know. But it occurred to her that if they were using her, so was she using them.
It was Herb who came first, but not before the electric climax in her rectum made her bob back and forth, back and forth. Had she not had Bob's penis jammed all the way down her gullet, she would have shrieked out her enjoyment of it. As it was, all she was capable of was a, "GGGGGH HHHWWW WWW-AAA AARRRR GGGHHH LLLCCC CCHHHH HUU-UUG GGG-HHH!"
Then Herb's gushing sperm boiled into the narrowness of her sucking asshole as he groaned out his own happiness. The sheer volume of the fluid made it back up and seep out around the in-thrusting prick, a prick that was already softening.
Now it was Bob's turn.
"OHHHHH...JEE EEEEES USSSSS SSS . . OHHH HHH...GGGGGH HHHAAA AANNNN GGGHHH...SHII IIIIII IIITIT TTTTT...YYY AAAAAN NNNGGG HHHAAA GGGGGG HHHHHH ! " he bellowed, setting off the orgasm in her throat while at the same time firing his white splashing seed down her esophagus into her churning belly. Load after load of hot, sticky sperm went pouring down her gullet, and she drank it, drank it all, for as it went down, it enhanced the climax in her throat and made her tingle even more.
The eruptions came so quickly, she was unable to determine who was having a stronger climax, Bob or herself.
Now it was Roger's turn, but long before the white flow bubbled out of his penile tip, she was experiencing an awe-encompassing climax triggered by his cock, mingling with the two other orgasms charging through her body. She bucked and bounced, pulling her mouth free of the hard cock jammed between her lips, gasping for air. She pulled a huge quantity into her lungs, and she shrieked, "AAAAAA HIIIY YYYIII EEEEEE AAAAAA GGGGGH HHHUUU UUN-NNN GGGGGH HHAAAR RRRGGG GGGHHH HHHUUU UUUGGG HHHHHH!"
Then the hot sperm from Roger's cock splashed into her vagina, triggering yet another spasming orgasm. After that, she fainted.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Roger's revenge was now complete. What was more, except for the expense of the party, and what he would be paying Gaby, it had cost him relatively little.
The morning after the orgy, he had made certain all five women were doped up. Then he had told the other three men to leave since he didn't want them to know what was going to happen. If, for any reason, something went wrong, he didn't want any of them to be blamed.
The women were all dressed in neat skirt suites, each in a different color. Andrea was in green, Shana was in pink, Rosalie was in brown, Dawn was in white, and Janice was in blue. Doped as they were, they were unable to do anything other than obey whatever Roger told them to do. During their stay, he had procured passports for all of them, and now he boarded a private plane with them, after having them cleared, and he had the pilot, who worked for one of Roger's wealthy friends, fly him to Greece.
In Greece, Roger brought the five women to the house of Stanos Novarros, one of the many friends who he'd met while working the previous summer, and he literally gave Andrea to the man, as a gift. He would keep her on his private island in the Aegean, where she would remain until he tired of her. Then he would have her shipped off to a brothel. But until that time, he would use her repeatedly because he was a lusty man. Being Greek, and steeped in Greek tradition, he would use Andrea any way he wished, and that meant the one way that Andrea hated.
The following morning, the private plane took off again, and this time went to Algeria. Here, he delivered Janice to the owner of a popular bordello, once again, as a gift.
From Algeria he went directly to Nairobi, and late that evening, Dawn was made the thirty-seventh wife of a tribal chieftain Roger had come to know well. His gift of Dawn to the man assured peaceful cooperation on the part of the tribe when his firm began building electrical plants and generators in the area.
That night, they flew to Spain and spent the balance of the night in the castillo of one Don Eduardo Salazar. Eduardo's wife, who no longer lived with him, occupied a town house in Madrid. Roger introduced Edward to Shana, and she realized she was hopelessly trapped here for the rest of her life, because the castillo was on top of a mountain, and the only way down was either by helicopter or cable car. She would not be able to use either without the Don's permission. What made it even worse was the fact that Don Eduardo was a charming man, and Shana knew that eventually he would conquer her heart as easily as he would possess her body that night.
Last, but certainly not least, was Rosalie. By now she knew he fully intended delivering her to Tijuana, but the drug in her system kept her helpless, and she wasn't capable of doing anything other than obeying him.
The following day, he brought her to Mexico, and as he had promised, gave her to a greasy pimp with half his teeth missing. The rest of his teeth were rotting, he was half-bald, had a smelly beard, was sweaty and smoked cheap cigars so that he stank from tobacco and tequila. He also had a habit of trying out every woman who worked for him, to make certain he didn't catch a dose of VD, since the women came to him clean.
Satisfied, Roger returned to Ohio. There was only one thing left to do.
Gabrielle was waiting for him when he got back. She was wearing a summery yellow dress when Roger, wearing a travel-stained pair of blue slacks and a yellow shirt, entered the house.
"All done?" Gaby asked.
"Just about," he nodded. "Now there's a little matter of you."
"Hey look, you don't have to say anything," she insisted. "I don't expect anything other than the money you promised me. I mean, I know what I am. I may not be proud of it, but I make a good living at it, and I even declare taxes."
"Well, at least spend the night with me, Gaby, I'll pay double the going rate," he told her.
"I owe you a free one," she insisted. , "Since when?"
"I told you, when I decided to go into this business, I went looking for you. I mean, I wanted to lose my virginity with someone I liked. I wasn't able to find you, and I eventually ended up selling that, too, Imagine! It got me ten extra dollars. But I wasn't going to sell it to you. I was going to give it to you. So you see, I still owe you a freebie."
They went upstairs and took a long shower together, and afterward took their time in bed. Gaby was either better than she thought, or Roger was more of man than even she had believed, because that night they didn't sleep at all, and she brought him to six separate culminations while having almost ten, herself.
The following morning, she was up before he was, and she went downstairs to make breakfast. When he came down, she had the food on the table.
"You're spoiling me," he told her. "You know I'll never be able to find another woman quite so solicitous of my needs in every way."
"Sure you will," Gaby insisted.
"But I don't want to," he told her. "I want you permanently."
"I'm a whore, Roger. You'd have to be crazy to want me."
"I know of at least five different women who'll testify that I'm insane," he smiled.
"Hate can make many of us temporarily insane," Gaby insisted. "I think you're just about back to sanity."
"You just told me I was crazy for wanting you. That's the kind of insanity I don't think I'll ever get over."
"But sooner or later you'll throw it up to me that I was a whore," she insisted. "I mean, we might have a fight...."
"Gaby, you might not have been exactly proud of the way you earned your living, but were you every sorry?" he asked.
"No!"
"Then do you really feel there's a stigma attached to being called a whore? Let's cut the bullshit! I'm nuts about you. I want to go on fucking you the rest of my life. I'm sorry, but at your rates I'd go broke in a couple of years and you'd be the rich one. Let's say, I'm marrying you for my money. Tell you what! I won't stop you. But as far as I'm concerned, you're all the woman I'll ever need from now on."
"Well, damn it, you're all the man I'll ever need," she admitted. "I just want you to be sure."
"I'm sure," he promised. "I'm sure."
EPILOGUE
Roger Starr married Gabrielle and they managed to live a more-than-contented existence. She had five children by him, and between taking care of them and tending to her husbands needs, Gaby was kept busy. Roger became president of Collins and Cole and eventually became a multi-billionaire.
Andrea Sheppard became the mistress of the Greek millionaire to whom Roger had given her. The fact that she hated being ass-fucked made the man enjoy doing that to her all the more. Though he occasionally took other mistresses from time to time, he alwasys returned to Andrea's ass. At least she never became pregnant that way.
Shana Kreutzer, as predicted, fell in love with her Spanish nobleman, and gave him three bastard children, all of whom he eventually legally adopted since his own wife didn't give him any. But Shana always felt guilty about living in sin.
Rosalie Blaine, nee Baum, managed to survive in Tijuana, and though she eventually made enough money to own her own whorehouse, she never earned enough to live anywhere other than Mexico, in style. So she remained there.
Dawn White had two children, both of whom joined the pool of other children belonging to her husband, the chief of an African tribe. By then, the chief had all but forgotten her, especially since her breasts began to hang and she started putting on weight.
Janice Loman contracted syphilis three days after arriving in Algeria. Before it killed her, twenty years later, she managed to infect about four hundred men with it.
Alfred Vance, Herb Schmidt, and Bob Manetto lived as bachelors the rest of their lives. All three had more women than they needed.
