"The greatest of evils and the worst of crimes is poverty," said George Bernard Shaw in the preface to Major Barbara, published in 1907. And even earlier, the French critic Paul Valery wrote, in his Introduction to the Method of Leonardo da Vinci (1895), "All criticism is dominated by the outworn theory that the man is the cause of the work as in the eyes of the law the criminal is the cause of the crime. Far rather are they both the effects."
Both Shaw and Valery, in different ways, recognized something that many writers and speakers on crime even in our supposedly enlightened times do not. Crime is a relative thing. Sometimes it is a flagrant outrage against something every moral and ethical sense we possess tells us is right. Sometimes it is an act that has been arbitrarily created by the law itself.
Perhaps the most obvious example in the memories of many people still alive in the United States is Prohibition. Under this amendment to the Constitution, it became against the law to drink alcoholic beverages. Seldom has a law been so useless as well as so misguided. Prohibition did not end drink; Repeal did not increase the amount of alcohol consumed. Before, during and after Prohibition, people who wanted to drink went on doing so; others did not. Only the zealots ever considered it a real crime, and history has proven how wrong and silly they were.
The human race as a whole is supposed to profit by such mistakes, but there is considerable evidence to indicate that it does not. This was pointed out recently by Alexander B. Smith, professor of sociology at the John Jay College of Criminal Justice of the City University of New York, and Harriet Polack, assistant professor of government at the same university. Their argument on the relativity of criminality is worth thinking about. Among other things, they said:
"We are in a similar position today. Our gambling and drug laws particularly have created a situation in which an enormous organized crime industry thrives on satisfying a consumer demand that cannot be met legitimately. Worse yet, the efforts to cope with the crime wave resulting from our unenforceable drug and gambling laws is destroying our criminal justice system and rendering it incapable of dealing with criminals who violate laws that might, under better circumstances, be reasonably enforceable ...
"Not only are moral laws frequently counterproductive in terms of their causing more crime than they prevent, but their enforcement is particularly dangerous to civil liberties since crimes resulting from their violation have no victims. The prostitute's client has not been forcibly seduced; the housewife who bets a quarter on the numbers has not been robbed; the dope user has harmed only himself. Because there are no victims available to testify for the state, the burden of producing enough evidence for the prosecution rests entirely on the police. It is this need for evidence to make morals offense violations 'stick' that traditionally has produced the greatest number of civil liberties violations by the police ..."
This is not a statement of an anti-police position; it is inherently sympathetic to the law enforcement officers and their problems. As the recent bestselling book and hit movie, The French Connection, showed clearly, the policeman who acts most effectively against offenders in this area is frequently "rewarded" by demotion to an area in which he can no longer use his effectiveness. The present novel, The Sex Connection by Richard B. Long, shows another aspect of the same problem.
In this fast-paced and thoroughly gripping story, we meet two criminals, the appositely named Moon and Sky, without being given any indication originally of what their crime has been. We get to know them and begin to understand them only gradually as we see them through the eyes of Linda Maddison, a young and innocent secretary to a bank official. The crimes they commit against Linda are certainly real and reprehensible enoughbut the thoughtful reader will want to know what forces drove them to this desperate fugitive state, and may also ask himself if they are really any more evil than Paul Cook, the eminently respectable bank security officer who "merely" wants to cheat on his wife and enjoy the delights of Linda's blossoming body without the formality of marrying her.
Certainly Linda undergoes torment, humiliation and shame. She loses her original innocencebut finds it replaced by experience and wisdom that perhaps is considerably more worthwhile. In the end, her ideas about the law, and its underlying moral and ethical foundation, have changed entirely, but she is a new and better person thereby: at one and the same time more sensual and more sensible. She has, through her undeniably shocking and degrading experiences, acquired a sounder and healthier perspective on her own life and the world around her.
We hope and expect that the reader of The Sex Connection will acquire a new perspective, too. We have no doubt that in the final analysis it will be rated a much more profound work than it may appear at the first superficial glance.
The Publishers
Chapter One
"I thought three o'clock would never come!" Linda said as she fitted her lithe, slender body into the front seat of the powerful Jaguar.
"Did the other girls say anything about your leaving early?" Paul asked as they pulled out of the parking lot.
"I told them I was going to have my hair done," Linda replied, reaching over to take Paul's hand. "And that I was going out of town for the weekend, in case anyone tried to get in touch with me."
Paul Cook nodded approvingly and directed the Jaguar through the early rush-hour traffic, heading for the freeway that would take them to the ocean and the beach house where he planned to spend the next two days with the girl beside him.
Linda sat quietly for a few minutes and, as soon as they were on the freeway, twisted about in her seat. "You won't mind if I get comfortable?" she asked, cocking a quizzical eye at the man who was her employer and who, she hoped, was to become her lover and keeper.
"No, go ahead," Paul told her.
Linda Maddison hesitated for a moment, wondering if she dared take the brash step she had planned, and then she tossed her long, flowing blonde hair impetuously and kicked off her shoes. She reached Under the tight, short skirt and pulled down her panty hose, tossing them aside, and then slipped out of her panties too. "I wanted to get all that unnecessary stuff out of the way," she purred, looking sideways at Paul with an air of open invitation. "You don't mind, do you?"
"Aren't you afraid someone might see inside?" he asked.
Paul Cook hadn't risen to be vice-president of the Garden Falls State Bank, in charge of Security, by exhibiting brash, risky tendencies and he felt a distinct sense of surprise at Linda's action. He knew that the girl had a rebellious, adventuresome streak in her but in the month that she had been functioning as his personal secretary she had managed to keep that side of her personality under control.
"No, watch when that Porsche passes us," she told him, looking to the rear. "See? You can't see what they're doing in there! That girl might have her hand in the guy's fly, for all we can tell!"
"I guess you're right," Paul admitted. "But I shouldn't think that's a very safe driving practice, would you?"
"I just picked that out as an example," she told him, pouting a little and sitting back in her seat. "Although I don't see anything wrong with playing a little, as long as it doesn't get too serious and bother the driver."
Paul showed no inclination to take up her implied invitation and she settled back to enjoy the ride. She began wondering if perhaps she had made a mistake in accepting Paul's invitation. She had initially been attracted by his quiet air and his good looks; the few passionate embraces that they had exchanged in his locked office had suggested that he had at least as much sexual fire as any other man she had known. Although he was thirty-five, he had come to a swift, throbbing erection during those embraces and she still remembered the exciting way the thick, bulky rod had pressed against her belly as they clung together. She would willingly have done anything he asked, even in the bank office, but he had made no further advances. Instead, on the previous Wednesday, he had asked her if she would like to spend the weekend at his beach cottage.
"Joy's going upstate this weekend," he said, referring to his wife, "and we'll have it all to ourselves. The swimming is great and there's just no one within miles of our cove."
Thus it was that Linda looked forward to the weekend with special interest. She loved swimming and she also anticipated the thrill of opening her long, slender thighs to Paul and guiding the thick shaft of his swollen prick into the moist, hot lips of her throbbing pussy. The very thought now made her flesh tingle and she began wishing that she had simply asserted herself earlier and had reached over to tease his prick into hard, rigid life.
"What would he say if I were to suggest giving him a blow job at freeway speed?" she thought to herself. "Would that be too bad? Gee, I never knew he'd be this uptight; maybe I shouldn't have taken my things off! Maybe he's like what I've always heard bankers were like stuffy, dignified, pompous, all that stuff. Ugghh! I hope he's a little more easy going once we get there!"
Although she had not been promiscuous in her youth, Linda had engaged in enough sexual activity with the young men in her life to have a very complete knowledge of the things men and women can do in bed to make the hours pass more joyously. Her experience had been varied enough to assure her that she had the capacity to respond ardently to a man's embraces, though she suspected that there were heights of sensual feeling which she had not yet experienced. Paul Cook, she had thought, would be a likely candidate for showing her those new sensations. After all, he was a married man and his wife, Joy, had every attribute of a well-satisfied, lusty young woman. Everything she had ever heard about Paul indicated that he and his wife both enjoyed the fruits of the flesh, even if they happened to disagree about numerous other matters.
These and other thoughts occupied Linda's mind as the Jaguar hurtled down the freeway. She soon forgot about the small, gnawing ache between her thighs. They turned off the freeway after an hour, took a succession of turns and then found themselves turning onto an unpaved lane leading over a low line of hills.
"The cabin's just over that ridge," Paul told her as he pointed ahead. "Once we're over that, it's only a few hundred yards to the ocean."
"I'll be glad to get there," Linda said. "It sounds like a wonderful place."
"It's real nice," Paul agreed. "Utterly remote and not a neighbor within five miles. We'll have a wonderful time."
They quickly arrived at the cottage and unloaded the car. Linda had given Paul a key to her apartment and he had collected her bag when he had been out for lunch. They carried their belongings into the cottage, storing the bags in the small bedroom off the big living room and carrying the sack of groceries into the kitchen. Linda put away the perishables and returned to the bedroom, where she began undressing.
"Hey, if this place is so remote," she asked, calling in to Paul, who had remained in the kitchen, "why do I have to bother with a bathing suit?"
"No reason," he said. "There'll be no one but me to see you. Go ahead if you like; I've often gone down without anything on."
That settled it for Linda: she put her bikini back into the suitcase and forgot about it. Before going into the living room, she took care to fluff out the honey-brown fur covering her pubis; she also took a moment to admire her beauty in the mirror hanging over the bureau. She saw a five-foot-seven body, surmounted by a very attractive face, a shock of long, blonde hair, and decorated with a pair of firmly molded, needle-pointed breasts. Her prominent love mound jutted out sharply from between her softly curved thighs, promising excitement to any man fortunate enough to be allowed to probe the sweet, tender flesh under that promontory. She walked into the living room and waited for Paul's reaction to seeing her naked for the first time.
"You're really going skinny .dipping!" he exclaimed, looking up from the counter of the bar, where he was pouring himself a drink. "And a lovely sight you are!"
He lifted his glass to her in a silent toast and devoured her-with his eyes. Linda basked in his admiring gaze and wondered if the sight of her lush, ripe body would be enough to put him into a mood for something other than booze and swimming.
"Let me take my things off and I'll join you," he said, coming over to her and pecking her lightly on the lips. "A little swim might do wonders for the appetite."
Linda waited beside the front door while he undressed in the bedroom. She hungered for her first sight of him without clothes; she had often visualized the naked beauty of his prick and now she wanted to see if her dreams and fantasies had been anywhere near accurate. Paul emerged from the bedroom, walking a bit self-consciously, but she could see that the meat dangling between his thighs was every bit as bulky and long as she had suspected. Uncircumcised and thick, the prick drooped for a good five or six inches; a set of massive balls hung down behind it almost as far. Linda felt her pussy begin throbbing and she wondered how she could stand waiting to have that lovely length of cock plunged into her hungry flesh.
"Let's go try the water," Paul suggested, flinging her a towel and taking her hand.
They walked down to the cove and plunged into the gentle surf. Linda found the water refreshingly cold and she began splashing about. Paul swam with more purpose, paddling far out into the mouth of the cove before turning back. When he walked out of the surf, Linda was drying her hair and waiting for him.
"Just the thing to build up the appetite," she said.
"You're right," he agreed. "Want to go back to the cabin? We can have ourselves a drink and start thinking about dinner."
Linda began wondering if he was ever going to avail himself of the body she was so freely offering but, as soon as he had brought them drinks and they had settled down on the couch, he pulled her to him in a warm, tight embrace. She lay over him, pressing her fiery, rock-hard nipples into his chest, and felt his prick begin to stir. The knowledge that she was causing him to swell and stiffen with lust fired her own desires and she rolled against him ecstatically.
"There ought to be a law against bankers having such big cocks," she said with a giggle. "First you've got all the money and now you've got a prick little girls dream about!"
He seemed embarrassed by her forthright praise and said nothing. Linda clasped the thick, hot tool in her hand, stroking it gently, and shuddered with pleasure. Although she desperately wanted that big rod slammed deep into the mouth of her womb, stretching the walls of her cunt to the utmost, she also wanted to feel the satin-smooth head curling against her tongue and probing deep into her throat. Paul seemed to be in no hurry to mount her so she decided to apply her lips to the huge rod.
"Hey, you like that, do you?" he asked as she slid down his body and touched her lips to the broad, warm shaft.
"I can't help it," she panted, circling the tool's flaring head with her thumb and forefinger so she could press the foreskin back and bare the head. "Would you rather I didn't?"
"No, go ahead; I like it too!"
He lay quietly while she fitted her mouth over the head. Her tongue probed the cleft crowning the bulging tip and then slide down to curl into the thick groove separating head from shaft. She twisted her head sharply, bringing her lips around the shaft in a way which she knew excited men, and she forced the head against the roof of her mouth with her tongue. Paul responded with a gently nudging movement, forcing more of the tool into her mouth. She sucked vigorously, hoping to bring him to the edge of a climax, and fingered the heavy, sperm-laden balls lying beneath the gigantic shaft.
"Are you going to suck me all the way? Till I come in your mouth?"
"I will if you want," she said, lifting her mouth off the prick and looking up at him with passionate anticipation. "But I'd rather finish it off in my cunt!"
"That's the best way," he said. "It isn't very nice, doing that in a woman's mouth."
Linda started to object but then she changed her mind. If he didn't like being sucked off, she told herself, then she wouldn't attempt it. For her own part, she knew quite well that there were times when the sensation of a man's prick rammed deep in her throat and squirting hot, frantic jets of thick come surpassed any other sensation she had ever known. She also knew that a good many men were very hung up about that and that many of them had very deep misgivings about shooting off in a woman's mouth.
"Maybe I'd better move," she suggested, determined to accommodate herself to his every whim.
He pulled her up his body and lay beside her for a moment, allowing his heavy prick to brush against her belly. Then he moved gently over her, lifting himself high and waiting as she spread her knees wide apart and lifted them slightly. Linda looked into his eyes, gauging the extent of his arousal, and opened the lips of her pussy with her fingers. The lips were fully grown, erect and tingling with lusty life; her slit was juicy and hot with the oils her cunt had produced as she sucked away at his cock.
"Now give it to me," she whispered, writhing with anticipation. "Give me that lovely, wonderful cock!"
"Why don't you guide it in for me?" he suggested, supporting himself on both hands. "Get it placed to suit yourself."
Linda seized the massive prick with one hand and feverishly rubbed the naked, flaring head over the lips of her pussy. She squeezed it against her clitoris, choking back the cry of exultant joy she felt when the thrill raced through her loins. Her knees lifted higher, creeping along Paul's back until they nestled just behind his shoulders. Then she shoved the conical tip of his prick into the mouth of her cunt, seating it firmly, and with an upward tilt of her hips she forced herself upon the head of that broad, lengthy tool.
"God!" she groaned, locking her heels together in the small of his back and writhing in delicious agony. "It's even bigger than I'd thought!"
"Do you like for a man to be big?" he asked, rotating his hips slightly and causing the head of his cock to grind into the mouth of her cunt.
"It doesn't matter, just so he's hard and ready for me," she panted, answering his grinding motion with an up-and-down movement of her own hips.
Linda's nipples throbbed with exquisite pain as the sensations mounted in her body. She waited for him to drive the tool deep but he refused; he kept the head locked in the mouth of her cunt and continued to work himself gently around that pressure point. Linda lifted her hips upward, impaling herself another inch on his cock, but he pulled away so that she could not get more of the tool into her liquid sheath.
Paul continued to support himself on his extended arms so that he was in close contact with her only at her loins. She would have preferred him to lie over her, pressing his chest into her nipples and driving his cock deep; that would have propelled her into an instantaneous, heaving climax. He seemed to want it otherwise, however, and she could not deny that even this slight contact was enough to provide her with a mouth-watering, cunt-juicing degree of pleasure.
She discovered that his teasing approach fired her desires almost as much as the more vigorous style to which she had grown accustomed. By reaching up with her hips she could develop a strong tension within her loins and she knew that within a short time she would feel her womb explode in a geyser of sensual ecstasy. Her thighs strengthened their grip around his waist and back; her hips knotted into hard mounds of muscle as she worked frantically to bring herself to a peak of sensual feeling.
"I can't hold it back much longer!" he gasped, watching her energetic efforts. "Hurry and get it!"
"I'm almost there!" she cried out, tossing her head madly and writhing in a furious effort. "Oohh, do it, Paul, do it to me! Agghh! Aiiee! I can feel it! I'm coming! I'm coming all over! Oohh, my cunt! My prick-loving cunt!"
Linda's ecstatic climax raged and ripped through her loins. At the very height of her feeling, the mouth of her cunt began flexing open and shut, exerting a strong pull on the prick it enclosed; that was enough to deliver the final blow to Paul. He grunted sharply and held himself in place, shaking all over; his prick began to leap and jump about. Enclosed in Linda's taut, hungry cuntal mouth, it could go nowhere. She felt every phase of his climax, from the very first involuntary spasm which produced nothing on through the series of strong, gushing shots of hot, sticky love cream and even the-final, dying gasp of his prick that sent a weak dribble of come oozing out the cleft in its tip. The savage jolts of her own orgasmic fury continued to rocket through her loins until finally she fell back, limp and spent.
"Marvelous!" Paul exclaimed. "Darling, you were simply superb!"
Linda could say nothing. The violence of her climax had left her winded and speechless. She lay silently, struck by the wonder of the orgasm, and savored the sweet, filling presence of his prick. Her thighs had relaxed and she allowed her heels to fall to the couch. She reached between them, intending to caress her clitoris lightlya favorite post-orgasmic pastime of hersand then exclaimed with surprise.
"Why, you're barely in me!" she cried, reaching out to grasp his prick and looking down to see how much of the tool still lay outside her cunt. "I thought you'd given me a lot more than that!"
"Just the head," Paul said, looking at her curiously. "I don't like to force myself upon a girl; too often they dislike having all of it inside them."
"Jesus, I was sure you were in up to the bone," she muttered. "And there's still that much left to go!"
"Later, my dear, later," Paul murmured. "Why don't we think about getting some dinner first? There's lots of time left for other things."
"All right, if you insist," Linda agreed.
She could feel that his cock had already lost much of its stiffness. In fact, she doubted that he had enough of an erection left to be able to carry through with another rousing fuck. She sighed but realized that this was a hazard of the older manthey just couldn't keep up that stiff cock the way a twenty-year-old boy could!
"Do you want a tissue? A handkerchief?" Paul asked. "To catch the flow, I mean. I'm afraid I was rather generous with the discharge!"
"That's all right," Linda told him, reaching down to pinch the lips of her pussy together as soon as he had removed his prick from her cunt. "I've got to go to the John anyway and I've never minded a little come dripping out of me! Sometimes it's rather nice, feeling it run down my legs. I'll join you in a few minutes."
Linda walked into the bathroom, closed the door behind her and sat down on the stool before loosening the grip of her fingers. She looked down, craning her neck to be able to see the puffy, bruised lips of her pussy and then spread them wide with two fingers. By exerting the muscles of her flat, taut abdomen, she managed to expel a big, milky glob of sperm which she caught in her fingers. She then straightened up and began rubbing the mucilaginous love-cream into the lips of her pussy. Her eyes dilated and the nipples hardened again, becoming dark and pointed as her fingers brought her body to another quick peak of sensual awareness. She finished herself off by plunging two of her fingers into the depths of her cunt and bringing her palm up snugly against her swollen clitoris.
"Ahh! Ugghh!" she sighed, writhing gently and quivering with lewd delight. "Fuck! Fuck! Come!"
As soon as the climax ebbed from her loins she lifted the two fingers which had been in her cunt, bringing them to her mouth, and she licked them clean. The salty savor of Paul's sperm, mixed with the ripe, musky oils of her cunt, fired her senses and gave her added pleasures of a sort that few women ever experience. She had never been able to admit to any of her lovers that she habitually fingerfucked herself after their lovemaking; she also refrained from making clear the happiness with which she licked her fingers clean after masturbating at such times. She stayed in the bathroom for several minutes, continuing to rub the sperm-smeared lips of her pussy with her fingers, but she did not gain another climax. After toying with herself for a while she went over to the washbasin, rinsed off her fingers, and dried them.
"How about another Scotch and water?" she called out as she emerged from the bathroom. "One of those will surely give me a little more imagination for dreaming up a dinner."
"Er, I don't think you need bother," Paul told her. "It seems that we won't be eating here, I'm afraid."
Looking in the direction he pointed, Linda saw a man and a woman standing in a far corner of the living room. The man looked like a halfback or perhaps a boxer, someone who kept himself in very good physical condition, and the woman appeared to have come from a distinctly superior level of society, judging from the elegantly tailored linen slacks and the raw silk shirt she wore. Neither the man nor the woman smiled when they saw Linda.
"Aren't you going to introduce us?" the woman asked, looking at Paul with a disdainful sneer.
"Linda, this is ... my wife, Joy," Paul said.
"And this is Pete Spirola," Joy added, gesturing to the man beside her. "He's been helping me gather evidence concerning my husband's infidelity. As well as providing some other, more personal services."
Chapter Two
"What now?" Linda asked, looking over at Paul with a question in her eyes. She felt acutely uncomfortable, not only because she was naked and in the presence of the wife of the man with whom she had expected to spend a weekend, but also because of the openly lascivious look Pete had directed at her. Paul sat nervously on the couch, twirling his drink in his hands and avoiding her gaze.
"Nothing much," Joy told her. "You and lover boy here can get packed up and get on back to the city. Pete and I will take the beach house this weekend. We've got some screwing to get caught up on."
Linda looked over at Paul. He said nothing to that jibe and continued to gaze down at the floor.
"No need to worry about him," Joy sneered. "He doesn't have the balls to complain about somebody else banging his wife! Come on, honey, buck up; you won't miss much by not spending the weekend with him, believe me!"
"What do you mean?" Linda asked, enraged by the woman's air of calm assurance and by the way she seemed to delight in humiliating her husband.
"If you've had your cunt around that cock of his you'll know what I mean," Joy told her. "I mean, he doesn't know how to use that tool he's got! Pity tooa cock that size, used the right way, could really do a lot for a girl!"
Linda said nothing to that. She did not want to voice the agreement which she felt; she still liked Paul a great deal and would have gone out of her way to avoid hurting him.
"Just because you like to lie there and have a prick rammed into you as though you were a common whore doesn't mean that every girl is so vulgar," Paul said, a sniffing tone in his voice.
"Your ass," Joy retorted. Evidently their quarrel was an old one, Linda decided; they certainly knew their parts well. "If you'd had the sense to give it to me the way I wanted it I'd never have gone looking for another stud! But then I might not ever have found Pete either, so maybe it's all for the best!"
"Perhaps I'd better get dressed," Linda said, turning away from them and taking a step toward the bedroom.
"Don't bother!" a strange voice cracked out.
Linda whirled, along with the others, to the front door from which the voice had come. She gasped with surprise upon seeing first one, then another man stride into the living room. They were in their mid-twenties, dressed in rough workmen's clothes, and each carried an ugly pistol in his right hand.
"Look at that!" one of the intruders muttered, his eyes caressing Linda's naked loveliness. "All stripped down and ready for us!"
"Just a moment here," Paul said, rising from the couch with an outraged look on his face. "What do you think"
"Shut up," one of the intruders snapped, pushing him back into the couch with an easy shove. "Unless you want your teeth kicked out! Moon, where are those handcuffs?"
"Right here," came the reply.
Moon, a round-faced individual with a dark complexion, reached into a hip pocket and brought out two pairs of handcuffs. He tossed one set to his companion, who clapped one bracelet onto Paul's left wrist. He led the naked man over to a sturdy pillar between the kitchen and the living room and, after making Paul circle the pillar with his arms, snapped the other bracelet into place.
"Now you," he said, motioning to Pete. "Over here and get ready for your own set of irons."
"Watch him," the second man said. "I think he's got a pistollooks like he'd love to get his hand into his jacket."
Moon carefully approached Pete, flipped open the jacket, and found a snub-nosed revolver clipped to his waist. He detached the weapon and then guided Pete over to the pillar, where he fastened him securely with the second set of handcuffs.
"Looks like that takes care of the men, Sky. Now what do we do?"
Sky, a slender individual with an evil glare in his pale blue eyes, shrugged indifferently.
"That's a good question," Joy added. "Just what do you two want here anyway?"
"We just want to use your house and the cove for a while," Moon told her. "Along about midnight we're going to be down at the beach, looking out to sea. If we get a certain signal we're going to meet a raft. Then we'll collect a passenger and leave."
"And if you don't get the signal?" Linda added.
"Then we'll wait till midnight tomorrow," Moon said. "The passenger will be here either tonight or tomorrow night."
"And in the meantime? What about till then?"
"The lady here looks like she came to fuck," Moon said, throwing an appreciative glance at Linda. "I don't see any reason why we shouldn't oblige her!"
Linda gasped in horror and then cried out a denunciation of the pair. They chuckled wickedly at her words. If anything, her protestations of disgust for the pair only heightened their interest in her.
"This other one," Sky said, gesturing toward Joy, "she don't look too bad herself! I believe she'd know what to do with a good, hard piece of cock!"
"What the hell," Moon said, moving toward Linda, "we oughtta stick them in another room, anyway. You know, keep them separated from the men."
"You heard the man," Sky added, gesturing with his pistol. "In the bedroom!"
Linda refused to move but Moon grabbed her arm cruelly and forced her to march ahead of him. Sky followed, with Joy in front, and they marched into the bedroom.
"This one acts like she don't want no part of a good fuck," Moon said, giving Linda a scornful glance. "That one, she just might be ready for it, especially if we talked nice to her a little."
Joy indeed showed little or no fear of the men. When Sky told her to strip she did so promptly, displaying a fine disregard for the leers that came over their faces as she gradually uncovered her body. She proved to be built quite differently from Linda, though she had a distinct charm all her own. She was shorter and had a pair of small, high-rising breasts that jutted out like small cones. More surprising, Linda found as she watched, was the fact that Paul's wife had completely shaved her pubis. Upon looking between the woman's legs, she saw only the long, red slit of her pussy; there was not a sign of a hair upon the sex flesh!
"Hey, a naked twat!" Sky chortled. "Won't get any hairs in my teeth!"
"Just a little treat I fixed up for one of my friends," Joy remarked, standing up and showing off her nakedness proudly. "Some guys prefer it this way."
"You ever fuck a woman without hair?" Sky asked, darting a quick glance over at his companion.
"Yeah, once I banged a broad that had just had a baby," Moon replied as he laid his pistol aside and began unfastening his shirt. "They shave their twats, you know, when they're going to have a baby. Some fine fucking, that was!"
"You can't be serious!" Linda protested, retreating behind the bed and trying to cover her breasts and muff with her hands. "This is... it's outrageous!"
"Might be," Moon admitted. "But you're gonna get it, babe, no way to get out of that!"
"You won't rape me!" Linda stormed. "I'll kill you if I get a chance!"
"Huh, who said you was going to get a chance?" Moon scoffed. "Time I get through tying you up you won't be able to do a thing but lay there and get fucked out of your head!"
He proved to be as good as his word. With Sky's help he fastened Linda's hands to the headboard and then tied her ankles to the corner posts at the foot of the bed. When he had finished, she lay on her back with her feet spread wide apart; her pussy was wide open to view and she felt utterly at the mercy of this despicable pair.
"Blame it on yourself," Moon said when she protested this ill treatment. "If you hadn't been so cruddy about it you wouldn't have gotten tied up. Why couldn't you take it like a grownup, like your buddy here?"
Joy was indeed cooperating with Sky. When he had lowered his trousers she had dropped to her knees before him and was now busily sucking his long, fat prick up into a firm erection. The slurping noises emanating from her mouth testified to the energy with which she devoted herself to the task and the ecstatic expression on Sky's vacant, slightly stupid face adequately reflected his enjoyment of her ministrations. Linda felt a nauseous sensation when she saw Joy's eagerness to engage in the most intimate kind of love play; she had to fight hard to keep down an urge to vomit.
"Yessir, that little babe just loves going down on old Sky," Moon chuckled as he slipped out of his trousers and shorts. "But just think how you're gonna love getting that cunt of yours around my cock.!"
Linda gasped with horror when she beheld the full magnificence of Moon's prick. He was already fully erect. Her first glimpse of the tool told her that he was much more extravagantly endowed than any man she had ever had before. His prick seemed to stretch on forever and to be as big around as her wrist! Moon stood beside the bed with the tip of his cock not a yard away from her horrified eyes. He toyed with the tool, rolling the thick foreskin back and forth over the broad, flaring head. Linda seemed hypnotized by the bulky rodalthough the thought of being fucked repelled her, she could not make herself look away from the terrible, lethal engine of lust.
"Surely you're not going to put that in me!" she gasped, at last finding the power of speech. "It's way too big; it'll tear me in two!"
"Hey, he's all right!" Joy cried out, turning around to look at the treasure Moon had unveiled. "By damn, Linda, you're going to have a time working him down!"
"She's afraid it'll tear her little pussy up," Moon sneered.
"You don't have to worry," Joy consoled her. "Every girl has a lot of stretch in her cunt; you'll be able to take it. Just lay back and enjoy it.
Linda looked over at Joy and saw, with an amazed revulsion, that she had already brought Sky to a rocklike hardness and was ready for him. Even as she watched, the woman rolled onto her back, still grasping the sturdy cock rearing up from the man's loins, and pulled him into place. She deftly aimed the swollen tip of his prick between the lips of her pussy, seating the tool with a hearty sigh of approval, then swinging her legs into place around his hips.
Moon brought her back to an awareness of her own desperate plight by crawling over her and roughly seizing the lips of her pussy in his fingers. He massaged the tender flesh, still moist from the seminal infusion she had received from Paul, and chuckled heartily.
"Yeah, you was getting your pipes reamed out," he sneered. "I can feel the come still on you. And I smell it tooyou stink like a bucket of leftover shrimp! Come on, girl, I'm gonna show you what a real prick's like! You're gonna learn to love a good fuck!"
Tied in such a way that she could barely move, Linda lay helplessly as he rolled into place. He took his time, chortling at her shame and humiliation, and nudged the head of his cock down against the lips of her pussy. She felt an electric shock of sensuality run through her lithe, lovely body at the contact. Even though she was being raped by a man for whom she felt nothing but loathing, her pussy and clitoris responded of their own accord to the touch of a hard, hot love tool. She flushed violently, ashamed of her body's immediate response to this terrible spoliation, but nothing she could do would prevent Moon from having her exactly as he chose.
"You're some kind of shit," Moon jeered as he felt her hips flick up in an involuntary reaction to the touch of his cock. "Your head's telling you that I'm the worst thing since plague, right? But that cunt, that gash, it's telling you that they're ready to get some fuck action, ain't they? You stupid, hung up bitch, you don't even know what you want!"
"It's not so!" Linda stormed, writhing desperately and averting her face from his. "I hate you! I'll never cooperate with you, you filthy bastard! You sex fiend!"
"That's all right," Moon told her, forcing the broad head of his cock into the rim of her cunt and dilating that tender orifice to the utmost, "you don't have to start liking it right now. I'll just stay here and let your cunt tell you what to do. Meanwhile, why not enjoy the way your pal's getting her own cunt stuffed?"
Moon supported himself on his hands and knees, so that he was touching her only at the cunt, where his prick lay ready, and at the in-sides of her thighs, where his legs pressed against her. Even this slight contact was enough to send tiny tingles of sensual feeling shooting through her loins; she forced herself to disregard these constant messengers of lust. Hoping to distract herself from this temptation, she looked to her right and saw the coupled figures of Joy and Sky. Joy had lifted her legs even higher until they now nestled into the hollows behind the man's armpits. Her rump was now lifted high to meet the plunging thrusts of his prick and she was working her hips from side to side as the big rod pistoned in and out of her juicy hole. Linda could hear the mushy, suctioning sounds as the tool plunged in and out.
"Oh, God, you're fucking the mouth of my womb!" Joy gasped, throwing her head back and urging him on to even more strenuous activity. "Fuck that cunt, damn you, drive it all the way home! Agghh! Your balls, they're rubbing my asshole! Oohh! Prick! Fuck! Cunt! Shake that rod! Come, damn you, shoot hot come up my cunt, you pussy-loving bastard!"
Linda felt her own body temperature soar upward when she saw the frantic fuck-activity the couple were engendering and heard Joy's vocal approval of it. She herself had often yearned to express just those lusty desires; unfortunately for her, most of the men she had known had been cut from the same cloth as Paulthey did not like for their women to join in the sex act so vigorously or so vulgarly. Joy had utterly no restraints, however, and she did not worry about letting anyone know that she thoroughly enjoyed being used in this rough, crude fashion.
"Work that ass!" Sky grunted, reaching down to clasp her tightly knotted hips in his hands and holding her closer to him. "Fuck that cock of mine, you whore! I'm gonna fuck your cunt till there ain't nothing left but a big, gaping hole!"
"Dig, you pussy muncher, dig deep!" Joy urged, gasping with the force of her effort and moaning as the pleasure mounted in her loins. "Fuck me all the way, you stud, and then I'll suck the come off your balls!
Linda felt her own body turn irrevocably into a tingling mass of sexual fire. Nothing she could do would prevent her pussy, her clitoris, her cunt, her nipples from growing ever more ready for sexual activity of the strongest kind. Even her asshole, it seemed, throbbed and ached for a brutal blow that would propel her into a cloudland of sensual abandon. She concentrated mightily, forcing herself to remain still, but nothing worked. Despite her best intentions, her body continued warming and she became even more acutely aware of the broad, rigid length of prick nestled in the mouth of her cunt.
"Hurry up and come!" Sky ordered, continuing to plunge his big tool into the taut cunt Joy held up to him. "As soon as you come I'm getting off and then I'm going to jack off right in your mouth!"
Linda's heart skipped several beats when she heard that. What kind of perverted monsters had taken command of them? Even though part of her gagged at the horrible fate Sky had promised Joy, another part of her thrilled in a deep, unfamiliar, animallike fashion. To be fucked into a raging frenzy, fucked into a climax that utterly possessed her, and then to be forced to receive a man's emission in her own face! The thought struck terror into her mind but it also brought a surging desire into her heart. She tried to black out her mind but could not; the sight and the sounds of the lust-crazed couple next to her overwhelmed her defenses and captured her entire attention.
"Aiiee!" Joy shrieked, tossing her head from side to side and writhing as her cunt dissolved into a tornado of whirling, pounding lusty spasms. "You're fucking me to death! I'm coming all over! Oohh! Ugghh!"
Great, heaving gasps broke from her lips as she tried to breathe in the midst of the tumultuous climax. Every muscle in her body tightened and quivered as the waves of orgasmic feeling poured out from her cunt. Sky continued to probe deep with his prick, never pausing as she wove her way through the climax, and every thrust of his tool brought another wailing cry of sensual agony from her throat. Eventually she lay quiet, however, and just at that moment Sky released his grip upon her relaxed hips. Allowing her legs to fall limply down onto the bed, he extracted his heavy prick and crawled up her body. He positioned himself just over her nipples, still angry and red with the lusty feeling he had engendered in her, and seized his cock in his fist.
"Now you're going to get it!" he snarled, stroking his fist up and down the long, cunt-smeared shaft. "Get that mouth open, you bitch, and I'll drown you with come!"
"Move up a little!" she gasped, straining her neck in an effort to bring her eager lips over the mushroom-shaped head of his prick. "I'll suck you off; I love the taste of come!"
Sky moved forward just enough to allow her to cover the tip of his cock with her lips. Joy groaned impatiently at this denial; she obviously wanted the entire rod shoved into her mouth. Just as obviously Sky had determined that she would get only the head. He continued to caress his prick, pumping the fist back and forth with slow, deliberate strokes. Linda could see Joy's tongue at work: she was flicking it around the deep groove between the head and the shaft. The sight had a magical effect on her; without even knowing it, her hips tilted up again and she forced the mouth of her cunt farther down upon the prick boring into her. She strained at the ropes binding her to the bed, but could not move either her arms or legs. Moon, fully aware of her growing response, grinned evilly and kept perfectly still.
"Here it comes!" Sky warned, quickening the stroke of his fist. "Get ready, baby, I'm gonna shoot come all over you!"
"Mmm! Glbb! Mmbbgg!" Joy replied.
Linda saw Sky suddenly stop the motion of his fist. He drew the loose skin covering his cock back as far as it would go, leaned forward slightly and shuddered heavily. As she watched with awed fascination, she saw the thick shaft of his prick swell suddenly and then begin pumping rhythmically. She knew that Joy was now receiving the full brunt of his climatic fury and that he was pumping a steady stream of hot, liquid fire into her throat. She had never seen a girl suck off a man beforeindeed she had never before seen a man's orgasmeven though she had often done it herself to several of her more amenable dates. She had always kept her eyes closed during the orgasmic fury. Now, however, she could witness the exciting culmination in intimate detail. The sight of Sky's big cock, thick and hard with life, expelling the pent-up passion of his balls into the woman's mouth filled her with a passionate fire she had never known. Sky pulled his cock away after a moment and directed several healthy jets of thick sperm over Joy's face, a sight which affected Linda even more deeply.
"Agghh!" she groaned, throwing up her hips in a desperate attempt to get more of Moon's heavy prick into her hungry, volcanic cunt. "Get it on! Dick! I want some cock!"
"You're gonna get it," Moon promised. "But first I wanna be sure that you really want it!"
"I want it! I want it!" Linda cried, totally unaware of what she was saying. "I want it all, every inch of that lovepole; I want it all up my cunt! I want it!"
Moon hung back for a moment, gauging the extent of her desire, and then with a brutal expression he drove his prick deep into the girl's hot, juicy cunt. There was nothing gentlemanly about his thrusthe simply drew back slightly, tensed his hips and pushed forward, sheathing some six inches of prick in Linda's waiting flesh. The girl's cunt, already highly excited by what she had seen and heard, as well as by the teasing presence of his prick in the vestibule, had swollen appreciably and now presented a stubborn, unyielding passage to the heavy organ plowing into it. Moon's ferocious strength was too much for her, however, and he plowed deep at the first stroke. Linda wailed piteously, a thin cry of agonized lust. It felt as though someone had plunged a flaming spear into her belly, although this weapon had the curious effect of giving her pleasure instead of a fatal wound.
Even so, Moon's entrance was vicious enough to deal her a goodly amount of pain. The agony quickly melted into a furious delight, however, and after the first moment of fear Linda was conscious only of a wonderful feeling of fullness. The prick lay deep in her cuntal grasp and radiated sensations of the most exquisitely exciting variety. She gasped and moaned, trying to utter praises and exclamations of delight but she could not find the power of speech. She tensed every muscle in her body and tried to lift herself off the bed. The ropes prevented her from going far, of course, but she had enough freedom to allow her to move her cunt around Moon's prick in a way that gave her strong sensations of pleasure.
"Yeah, you're getting there," Moon chuckled, enjoying the way she was losing control of herself and responding to his animal approach. "If we turned you loose you'd probably fuck us all to death!"
His words brought Linda partway back to reality. She could now see that she was indeed participating in her own rape and this knowledge filled her with a sickening feeling. All the same, it was not strong enough to overcome her desperate hunger for Moon's big prick. Try as she would, she could not force her hips to be still and she could not ignore the delicious twinges of sensual pleasure radiating out from her cunt and clitoris.
"What am I doing!" she wailed, beside herself with rage and confusion. "Ugh! I'm enjoying this! Oohh, it's so awful!"
"Shit, you're just getting turned on," Moon told her. "Here, let's up the ante a little and see how you like this!"
He twisted so that he could support himself on his left arm. He used his right hand to grasp her left breast, squeezing the full, firm mound harshly. His thumb and forefinger caught her swollen, distended nipplea full, dark cone of womanly fleshand tweaked it angrily. Linda cried out at the sudden flash of pain his hand gave her but then she realized with a despairing gloom that she actually enjoyed the way he was hurting her! Instead of resenting that brutal gesture, she welcomed it and would actually have liked more of it!
"What No! Don't take it out!" Linda cried when she felt him slip away from her, pulling the thick shaft of his prick from her cunt. "No, don't leave me; I want it! Let me have it again!"
"I'll let you have it," Moon growled. "I'll let you have it right in the mouth! Shit. I can't get nowhere with you fucking; you're gonna have to suck dick awhile before you get the come outta my balls!"
"I'll do it!" Linda vowed. "Oh, I'll eat your cock up, I swear I will, if only you'll let me have more of it! I love it!"
Moon crawled up her body and thrust his prick at her. She opened her mouth wide to receive it and he shoved it between her lips. The taste of her own cunty oils, thickly smeared over the tool's surface, fired her lusts even more and she began devouring the wicked morsel with glee. Her tongue probed the deep slit crowning the head, as if she intended going up his urethral tract and into his balls from the inside; she formed a strong vacuum with her breath and moved her head back and forth until she was actually fucking his prick with her mouth. Moon shoved more of the tool into her mouth until the head nestled in her throat. His balls, two huge lumps packed with thick sperm, dangled against her chin and reminded her of the reward they harbored.
"How's she at eating prick?" Sky asked. "Think she'll cut it as a cocksucker? Can she beat Marge?"
"She ain't bad," Moon replied, enjoying the abandoned way in which Linda caressed his cock with her mouth and tongue. "Ain't nobody can eat prick the way Marge can, but this babe ain't bad!"
"Can't you see she's loving every bit of it?" Joy asked. "Look at that expression on her face she's a born cocksucker if I ever saw one!"
"Why don't you fingerfuck her a little, Sky?" Moon suggested. "You know, just to keep the cunt hot and juicy for me. I might get back down there in a little while and give her a real workout!"
Sky twisted around on the bed to do as he was told. Linda instinctively tried clapping her knees together to prevent him from pawing at hereven though she might be responding ardently to Moon she still wanted nothing to do with Skybut of course she could not move. He rammed two fingers into the mouth of her cunt, crushing the lips of her pussy as he did so, and then twisted them about. She groaned at this savage treatment; but then, after a moment, she knew that this too only excited her further. She began sucking harder at Moon's prick, desperately trying to force the sperm from his balls, and her hips flexed in response to the probing fingers.
"She ain't nothing but sex," Sky leered. "I guess you could ram a hammer handle up there and she'd get turned on!"
"Some chicks are that way," Moon said, enjoying the girl's frantic oral ministrations. "They're just all cunt and there ain't nothing you can do about it but fuck 'em every time you can get your cock up!"
"Tight little box," Sky commented, moving his fingers about and stretching the cuntal opening in a way that made Linda want to shriek with agonized pleasure. "Yeah, she's a real queen!"
Joy, totally aroused by this, fell upon Sky's limp prick when she saw it dangling across one of his thighs. She grasped it with her right fist and sucked the head into her mouth, then began jacking him off in an effort to bring him back to a full erection. She thrust her free hand between her thighs and rammed her middle finger deep into the mouth of her cunt. Moon watched her display of animal lust with amused interest.
"All right, that's enough sucking," he said after another moment. "I'm gonna get back in your cunt, girlie, and then I'll really open you up!"
"I'm dying to come!" Linda gasped. "Oh, my cunt's so ready; my pussy feels like it's going to shrivel up! Do it to me; I need to come so bad! I haven't been able to come good in so long!
Moon levered himself into place and guided the burly tip of his cock up to the dark, fevered lips of the girl's pussy. She strained upward, hungry and ready for the penetration, and he seated the mighty rod easily. Linda moaned passionately at the contact and tried to skewer herself upon the man's prick.
"I think I'll give it to you all at once," he mused, looking down at her lust-drawn face with humorous interest. "Yeah, just slam all ten inches into you at once! How'll that be, girlie? Think you could handle all of my cock at one jump?"
"Do it to me!" Linda sighed, eager for anything. "Just give me some dick! A lot of hot, hard prick, that's what I want more than anything!"
"Here it comes," Moon grunted, and then he shoved forward.
He drove deep into her body, running the entirety of his massive cock into her cunt at one stroke. Linda felt the enormous tool boring into her body and quivered expectantly; it seemed impossible to believe that it would not rip her asunder. Deeper and deeper it plunged, prying the tender walls of her cunt apart and invading sensual precincts where no man had ever been before. The lips of her pussy pulled inward, stretched taut by the insistent pressure of the mammoth prick they enclosed. The skin of her vulva, pulled tight by the penetration, exerted a deliciously exciting force upon her throbbing clitoris. Her anus puckered and winked involuntarily as the muscles of her loins began working in response to the fierce presence of the broad, lengthy prick.
"Aiiee! Eeehh!" she cried, writhing in sensual anguish as her womb throbbed heavily. "Oohh!"
Again and again the violent waves of orgasmic pleasure cascaded out of her cunt. Moon's prick was buried to the hilt; the dark, bristling fur growing around the base of his prick ground harshly into the soft, puffy lips of her pussy and his pubic bone crushed her clitoris heavily. He snorted mightily, withdrew his prick a couple of inches and then slammed it home with another vicious thrust. His balls banged sharply against her anus, giving her another fillip of sensual pleasure, and then he began to come.
Milk it!" he grunted, pressing himself even more tightly against her and forcing the head of his cock even more deeply into her aching cervix. "Suck it with your cunt! Agghh, that's the way to get the come out of a man's balls!"
Linda would have worked herself against him even more energetically if only she could have been freed. As it was, she could only writhe weakly; that was enough to send Moon soaring and bring his prick to a gushing climax. She cried out in joyous triumph when she felt his sperm jet into the depths of her cunt; the spray was thick and hot and it caused her orgasm to become even more intense. Shrieking and panting with lusty approbation, she humped vigorously as he continued to spew out great shots of steaming sperm. When his prick at last lay quiet in her cunt, she quivered from head to foot, pressed herself against him one last time and then relaxed. She closed her eyes and admitted the truth: this man, this vulgar rapist, had made her come as she had never come before!
Chapter Three
"I'll bet you never had a come like that when Paul was fucking you," Joy said when Linda at last opened her eyes and looked around with wonder. "He's nice in his way but he doesn't believe in an all-out fuck!"
Now that the first gust of passionate arousal had passed, Linda felt far more clearly her shame at having willingly participated in the shameful episode which had brought her such excruciating pleasure.
"It's not so!" she replied, averting her face and trying to convince herself that she had not enjoyed the feeling of Moon's prick boring deep into her body. "How can you say such a thing!"
"Because it's true," Joy replied, shrugging carelessly. "All right, these guys might not be top-drawer society. So what? When it comes to fucking, they seem to know their business well enough!"
"That's the way to talk," Sky told her.
He had pulled his prick away from Joy when Moon had moved back between Linda's legs and had begun caressing the long, limp hulk with his own fingers. Joy continued to finger her own cunt, however; she worked her finger back and forth with a slow, deliberate motion, as if she were out to enjoy the contract rather than seeking to bring herself to another climax.
"How about you, girlie?" Moon asked, rearing up from Linda's body and looking over at Joy. "You want a mouthful of fresh-fucked prick? I've got a real wet one here."
"I'd love it," Joy replied, almost visibly licking her thick lips in anticipation. "Just feed the meat to me!"
"Hey, I'd like some of that!" Linda said, forgetting for the moment that she hated Moon and everything about him.
Her only response was a sharp cuff across the cheek and an order to keep her mouth shut.
"I'll give it to you when I feel like giving it to you," he snapped. "If you wanna eat dick, try going down on Sky!"
"Yeah, I'll slip mine into that come hole of yours and then you can suck it all you want," Sky said with a sly leer. "Won't that be about as good? I bet you can't tell one prick from another, anyway!"
"Please, don't make me suck it," Linda begged. "I don't like it; I don't know what made me say that just now!"
"Don't pay her no mind," Moon advised as he rolled onto his back and motioned for Joy to go to work on his semi-tumescent prick. "She's the sort that might not like it at first but she'll come around, once she gets her lips onto a nice, hard cock!"
Sky maneuvered himself between her legs. His prick was too limp to be forced into her cunt, even though the hairy slit was dripping sperm freely. He pumped his fist up and down the shaft of the tool a few times until it was stiff enough and then eased it into the girl's cunt. She gasped with shame at the sudden invasion and continued to plead with Sky not to complete the wicked act he had outlined. Sky paid no attention to her.
"Come on," he told her, grunting with pleasure as he sheathed almost the entire length of his prick in her cunt, "I'm just putting a little sauce on it for you! I just want to make it a lot tastier for you, that's all!"
"I won't do it. You can't make me do it," Linda protested.
"Shit, if I wanted to put my mind to it I could have you begging me just to piss on you," Sky chuckled. "But I don't want to go to all that trouble, see? I just want to see you suck my dick for a while!"
He pulled his tool out of her cunt and scrambled upward, bringing the sodden instrument closer to her face. In spite of her revulsion Linda could not help looking down. She saw a generously proportioned prick, almost fully erect and ready for action. It glistened wetly in the soft light and as she watched a dribble of sperm ran off the tip and dripped down onto her right breast. She writhed as the warm liquid trickled down the slope of that lovely mound; it was as though a vial of acid had been dropped on her. Sky brought the foul tool closer. She could smell the ripe, salty scent of Moon's semen; mixed with the musky fragrance of her own cunt, it exerted a powerfully exciting force upon her.
"Here, just a taste," Sky said, forcing the head of his cock against her lips.
Linda could not prevent her lips from opening to receive the gift. Her tongue darted forth from between her teeth, tasted of the ripe mixture of juices covering the prick and then her mouth opened wider. In spite of her revulsion for the man, she could not pass up the opportunity of enclosing his prick in her mouth. The mingled tastes fired her brain with lust and she could feel her clitoris twang immediately with renewed life:
"Hey, looka there!" Sky gleefully crowed. "She's eating wet dick just like it was candy!"
"I told you she'd come around," Moon said. "And this little hunk of cocksucker here, she ain't doing none too bad!"
Joy had succeeded in bringing his thoroughly fucked prick back into a fine state of hardness. The fact that it had just been taken from another woman's cunt did nothing to dissuade her from devouring his cock; if anything, it seemed even to inflame her all the more. Her right hand circled the big tool, working up and down in unison with the action of her skilled mouth and tongue, and her left hand cupped the heavy balls laying beneath the base of the organ.
"No need to get so energetic with it," Moon told her. "I shot all my come up that other chick's cunt!"
"Wanna bet?" Joy muttered, lifting her mouth off him and looking up with a devilish glint. "Suppose I were to give you something really special? What if I were to give you a combination fuck-blow job? With maybe a little jerk job thrown in? Huh? That brings the old prick up a little more, doesn't it?"
"Go ahead, if you're so fucking hot for it," Moon told her. "I ain't got nothing but time. If you want to give it a try, hop to it!"
Linda was fully conscious of this dialogue even though she was getting her mouth stuffed with prick. She could not imagine what a "combination fuck-blow job" was, but the term had a certain interest to her. By twisting her head only slightly she discovered that she had a ringside view of the feat which Joy attempted to perform. She continued to mouth the prick which Sky had thrust at her even as she watched the woman prepare herself.
Moon had laid down with his head toward the foot of the bed. Joy had been kneeling over him with her head pointing toward his feet as she bobbed her mouth up and down the shaft of his prick. Now she moved into a sitting position, straddling him and still facing his feet. She reached between her legs, catching his prick and bringing it into an upright position. As it reared up, it snuggled into place against the long, feverish slit of her pussy. She rubbed it against the tender flesh, smiling happily as she did so.
"You just need to get some pussy drip on that tool," she purred as she moved his prick back and forth, rubbing it over her entire vulva. "Yes, I'll get you oiled up nice and then I'll really give you a treatment! You might think those balls of yours don't have any come left in them but I think I can show you that they have!"
Linda was excellently placed to be able to see every detail of this exciting action. She widened her eyes in surprise when she saw Moon's thick, lengthy cock rub against the swollen, discolored lips of the women's pussy. Joy rubbed her fingers into the womanly slit and transferred her cunty oils to the prick, rubbing her fingers into it gently. Then she grasped it firmly and began pumping. She gave him quick strokes, gripping him tightly, and gurgled with pleasure.
"Ahh, I love to jack a man off when he's wet from my cunt!" she cried. "You can really go to town on him then!"
Linda's heart began racing madly when she understood what Joy intended and could see every intimate detail. The sight of the woman's pussy, distended and ready for action, stirred her deeply and the way Joy's hand flashed up and down the length of Moon's cock affected her even more strongly. When she saw Joy stop fist-fucking him, however, and adjust his prick to nose into the lips of her pussy, she thrilled all over. The conical, arrow-like tip of the tool splayed the lips apart as it searched for the cuntal crevice. She forced him into place with a quick push of her fingers and the lethal tool disappeared into her body. Linda saw the flesh push inward, pulled out of shape by the size of Moon's prick.
At last she could see what happened to her own pussy whenever a manespecially a man with the dimensions of Moonpried his way into her own cunt. She had often wondered what that sight must be; so far she had never felt sufficiently at ease to be able to make a proper investigation. Her eyes widened still farther as Joy lowered herself upon the tool, taking still more of it into her cunt and then began writhing to and fro. The sight affected her far more strongly than she would ever have imagined and she felt her own pussy begin throbbing angrily.
"Here, I'm tired of this," Sky grumbled, jerking his prick away from her mouth. "I'm gonna try that cunt of yours for a change."
He moved down his victim's body and socketed his prick with a quick, easy motion. Linda was hardly aware of his entrance; her attention was completely occupied with watching Joy's cunt devour the prick rearing up from Moon's body. It seemed to her that the woman's pussy had become a kind of primeval monster, a carnivorous instrument intent upon eating every inch of the man's prick. Joy's hand dipped down farther, found the heavy balls in the sack below, and brought them up. As she forced herself down upon the base of his prick, she gathered up the manly eggs and began rubbing them into the lips of her pussy and her clitoris.
"Ahh! Ugghh!" she groaned, wincing with pleasure as she moved her hips around the spike on which she had impaled herself.
"Eehh!" Linda responded, feeling the sting of Sky's prick as he shoved it deep into her cunt.
"Yeah, that brought you around, didn't it?" Sky demanded, amused with her anguished reaction to the plunging stroke he had dealt her. "You're something else, you areyou claim you hate it but when you get a cuntful of prick you really take off!"
It was true, Linda had to admit to herself. Even though she loathed Sky especiallyshe could not have given a reason; she simply hated the very sight of himher cunt and her clitoris seemed quite unaware of her feelings toward him. They responded ardently to the pressure of his cock and her hips began bobbing of their own accord. Sky was fucking her with quick, jerky movements. She found it difficult to adjust to the jagged rhythm of his thrusts but she tried diligently, knowing that this would produce the most pleasure for her. Just as she was on the verge of falling into step with him, he removed his prick from her cunt.
"Don't!" she cried, distressed by the removal of the long rod. "I was just getting used to it!"
"Who gives a shit what you're getting used to?" Sky grunted. "Keep your ass still, bitch; I'm running this show!"
He held himself on one hand and reached down to enclose the head of his cock with the other. He put the open end of his fist next to Linda's pussy and resumed his motions. This time his prick loomed out of his fist and nudged into the mouth of her cunt; he then withdrew it so that he was actually fucking his fist more than her cunt.
"This is a lot better," he grunted. "When I come I'm gonna douse that pussy of yours with come! I don't want to shoot it in you; I'll just squirt it over the outside!"
Linda shuddered with disgust. What kind of man is this, she asked herself, who'd rather jack himself off than fuck a hot, tight cunt? Sky's threat confirmed her dislike of him and she turned her head away from his leering face. Her eyes fell upon Joy, who had dismounted from Moon's big tool and was now avidly sucking it. Her head bobbed steadily, forcing her mouth around the tool in a way that brought evident pleasure to the man. Moon's hands forced her head farther down upon his rod and his hips flexed, working the tool in and out of her mouth.
"Keep it up!" he groaned, tensing his thighs and shoving upward heartily. "I'll drown you with come, you prick-loving whore!"
When his climax hit, Joy groaned with pleasure. Linda was placed so that she could see the man's balls and the big vein running up the base of his cock; she saw the balls twitch and then the vein began swelling spasmodically as the semen gushed through it. She knew that Joy had succeeded in coaxing yet another climax from the man and her heart ached with excitement as she saw the woman take the entire load in her mouth. Only a small quantity of Moon's come escaped her hungry throat; a dribble of thick, creamy sperm oozed out the corner of her mouth and edged down over her knuckles. Linda's eyes, wide with awed wonder, traced the course of that trickle of semen until it disappeared into the thick growth of dark hair surrounding the base of Moon's cock.
"Hey, pay some attention to what I'm doing!" Sky complained. "You worthless whore, you're just a goddamned Peeping Tom! I'll show you, you pussy freak!"
He suddenly released his prick and brought his hand across one of her swollen breasts with a painful slap. Flames of agony shot through her upper body and she shrieked. Sky giggled insanely at the pain he had caused and resumed his phallic grip. He continued working his prick through his fist and into the mouth of Linda's cunt. After the worst of the pain had subsided she realized that she was even more aroused, if possible, and that she was still eagerly humping upward whenever she felt the head of his cock nudging at the lips of her pussy.
Sky's technique had the effect of arousing her completely but not satisfying her. Once she had felt the full brunt of Moon's mammoth prick being rammed into the depths of her cunt she wanted more of that deliciously exciting sensation. Sky, however, seemed determined to stir up her hungers without satisfying them.
"Give it to me!" she begged, writhing about as best she could and lifting her hips in an attempt to get more of the wonderful rod into her cunt. "Fuck it deep! I want it all in my cunt!"
He ignored her frantic pleas and continued to tease the mouth of her cunt. Her moaning cries and frustration affected him deeply and he soon lifted himself up farther, removing his prick from her pussy and continuing to pump furiously with his fist. By thrusting the head of the tool into the girl's juicy hole, he had greased it sufficiently for his palm to slide back and forth easily. Suddenly he grunted, stiffened and then began spurting thick gobs of sperm through his fist. The jets arced out, spattering against the flesh of Linda's pussy and drenching the honey-brown fur with the thick, creamy oil. She felt one shot spatter against her clitoris; the effect was electrifying. It did not satisfy her, unfortunately, and she was left with a terrifically active throb in the depths of her body.
Moon and Sky ignored her wailing pleas for relief. They sneered at her cries and reminded her that earlier she had shown only the greatest disdain for them. Even Joy was affected by Linda's plight; she looked as though she would have liked to help but dared not offend the vicious men who had taken over the beach house.
"Shut up your stupid mouth!" Moon barked, reaching over to slap her twice across the face. "So what if you're left high and dry? You probably got plenty of guys hot enough to have the stone ache and never gave a thought to what they might be feeling!"
"What time's it getting to be?" Sky asked.
"Eight-thirty," Moon replied after looking at his watch. "We got lots of time. Hey, let's go get something to drink. Maybe we can get this cunt here to make us something to eat."
They stalked out of the bedroom, ignoring Linda, and followed Joy into the kitchen. Pete and Paul were still secured to the pillar; they began complaining as soon as Moon and Sky were in the living room.
"Shut up your wop mouth!" Moon snarled at Pete.
He walked over to the private detective and kicked him with his heel; the violent blow drove the breath from Pete's lungs and left him wretching on the floor. Upon seeing that, Paul immediately closed his mouth and said nothing more.
"Yeah, that's real smart," Moon told him. "You keep on yapping and I'll put on my shoes so I can really kick in some ribs. I'd as soon shoot your balls off as to look at you, so just keep it in mind, pal!"
Joy scrambled some eggs, fried half a package of sausage and made a huge pot of coffee. Moon and Sky ate most of it, allowing her a small portion, and complimented her on her kitchen skills. Otherwise they said nothing.
"Leave the dishes," Moon ordered her when they had finished. "No, I got a better ideaSky, go unlock that guy that's naked. He's your old man, ain't he, girlie?"
"He's my husband," Joy said. "Wh ... what are you going to do with him?"
"Relax, we ain't gonna waste him," Moon told her. "Not unless he starts acting up and playing the hero. Why? You still sold on him? The way you was humping your ass and eating dick in there it didn't seem like you was any too hot on him!"
"He's not a bad sort," Joy said. "I'd hate to see him get killed."
"He won't be if he does what we tell him," Moon said.
When Sky brought Paul into the kitchen, Moon ordered him to clean up after the meal. Joy had to smile at that; as long as they had been married Paul had never lifted a finger to help with any of the housework. As soon as his salary at the bank had permitted, to be sure, he had hired a maid but he had never done any of the work himself.
"And you," Moon, gesturing to Joy, "you get your hot little ass over her and sit down." He directed her to sit in his lap, with her back toward his face, and to bring him to another erection. It amused him, he said, to have his cock in her in full view of her husband while he was doing dishes. Paul flushed brightly at that but said nothing. Sky, standing in another corner of the kitchen, watched the proceedings with grim amusement. Joy sat as she was told and, reaching between her thighs, began fondling the lengthy prick she found below them. She rubbed the somnolent cock into the lips of her pussy, visibly pleased at the contact, and soon had him stiff as ever.
"Now put it in," Moon told her. "Just raise up and sit down on it."
She did so, sighing tenderly as the thick weapon pried open the mouth of her cunt and slid into the moist tunnel. Moon ordered her to begin fingering her clitoris but warned her not to move up and down.
"Just sit there and do it to yourself with your finger," he said. "I wanna see how long it'll take you to come that way."
"I was never very good at doing it to myself," Joy warned him. "It might not work."
"That's right," Paul added with cold sarcasm. "She's only interested in fuckingthe bigger and thicker the prick the better. She's like all the other whores around!"
"Buddyboy, you lip off just once more and I'll grind you up and put you down that sink," Moon warned. "This chick's sitting on my prick and I like it. You just wash and dry, that's all."
They maintained that situation until Paul had finished the dishes, cleaning them to Sky's satisfaction. Joy had spent considerable effort in massaging her clitoris but was no closer to a climax than she had been when she had first slipped his cock into her cunt. Moon slapped her rump loudly and told her to get up.
"Okay, for fucking and sucking you're all right," he told her, "but doing it yourself? You ain't nowhere at all!"
"What about the guy?" Sky asked. "Want me to lock him up?"
Moon started to agree and then reversed himself. "Nah, bring him back into the bedroom. I got an idea," he said with a wicked grin that promised no good.
Once they were back in the bedroom, where Linda remained securely tied, Moon revealed the amusement his warped mind had devised. He ordered Paul to kneel upon the bed at Linda's side.
"Now you," he ordered, looking at Joy, "You get up here beside him and see if you can get some life in that prick of his. When you get him hardthat's if he's got any life at all in him! I want you to give him one of them combination blow-and-jerk jobs like you gave me. But I want you to make him pop his nuts onto that chick's bellyreally hose her down with come!"
Linda writhed helplessly at hearing this. To be turned into a receptacle for Paul's sperm, to be forced to lie there like a Christmas turkey while his own wife sucked and masturbated him to a climax, and to be able to do nothing about it! The thought sickened her. As soon as she saw Joy kneel beside him and take his limp, massive prick into her hands, however, a different feeling began creeping over her. The way in which the woman handled his prick, easing the loose skin off the big head and working it back over the ridge, affected her deeply and she felt her clitoris begin twitching nervously. In spite of the indignity to which she was being subjected, her hyperactive pussy responded to that exciting scene and she knew that she was being aroused again.
"This might not work out just the way you wanted," Joy warned as she fondled her husband's cock. "He never liked to be sucked off, you know."
"Jesus, what kind of freak is that guy?" Moon wanted to. know. He's hung like a junior studhorse; don't he like using that thing?"
"He likes it well enough," Joy admitted, "but he doesn't like for a woman to French him. He's funny that way."
"I'll say!" Moon exclaimed. "Maybe we shouldda brought Tommy along, Sky!"
"Yeah, maybe the guy's a faggot," Sky grinned. "How about that, lover boy? You like for the pansies to eat that dick of yours?"
"Don't be asinine," Paul whispered, flushing a deeper shade of red. "Whatever my failings might be, they certainly don't include homosexuality!"
"My, my, don't he talk pretty!" Sky exclaimed.
"I guess it comes from working in a bank so long," Joy said.
"A bank? What the hell, you mean we got us a real live banker here?" Moon asked, fixing an interested look on Paul.
"He's vice-president at the Garden Falls State Bank," she said. "In charge of security, among other things. Also, it looks, in charge of breeding the secretarial staff. Or are you taking the Pill, dear?"
Linda did not reply to that jibe. She was seething with rage at the way these men were humiliating Paul and she felt very strongly that Joy was cooperating with them far more than necessary.
"Hey, Sky, let's go outside for a while," Moon said, obviously struck by an idea of some sort. "We got some things to talk about."
"What about this freak?" Sky asked, gesturing to Paul. "And the chick here? It looks like she ain't gonna be able to get much life into that cock of his."
It was true. Despite her best effortsand she had been holding nothing back in her effort to arouse himJoy had not succeeded in bringing Paul to an erection. His prick still hung down limply; it might have grown slightly but it was far too flaccid to be of any use.
"I'll take him back and put the cuffs back on him," Moon growled. "The chick? Use some more of that rope and tie her up like the other one. I don't trust her; she might get some ideas of her own and split while we're gone."
Sky motioned her onto the bed. Recognizing that there was nothing she could do to prevent them from carrying out their plan, Joy submitted and allowed herself to be trussed up. When the man finished knotting the strong cords around her limbs and the frame of the bed, she could barely move. He looked over his work, chuckled his approval, and went out of the room.
Chapter Four
"Doesn't look like this is going to be quite the weekend you'd planned, does it?" Joy asked.
"Huh?" Linda replied, startled by the friendly, conciliatory tone in Joy's voice.
Joy repeated the observation. A realist, she had decided that if she and Linda were to be forced into serving the warped desires of Moon and Sky, they might as well try to find another common ground.
"No, it's nothing at all like the plans I'd made, Linda admitted.
"Don't worry about it," Joy advised. "There's nothing we can do one way or the other. Whatever they're going to do, we can't stop them. And it looks as though the more we protest, the more they're going to torment us. I think that's one reason why they enjoy doing things to you more than to me."
"It's just awful!" Linda said, choking back a sob.
"There's worse, I suppose. After all, that Moon is really hung. God, what a cock he's got on him! I don't think I ever had a guy that was fixed up like him for both length and thickness. He really fills a girl's cunt, all right."
"At least he's a little better than that Sky," Linda replied. "Ugghh! He reminds me of a snake!"
"Yes, he's no dreamboat," Joy admitted. "But even he's not a midget; not in the prick department. I'll have to say either one of them throws a better screw than Paul could ever manage. By the way, speaking of my husband, how many times have you made it with him?"
"Just once," Linda said after a momentary hesitation. "We did it this afternoon just before you arrived."
"Yes, Pete and I caught the tailend of that one," Joy said with a giggle. "If you don't mind my saying so, I rather got the impression that you weren't too pleased with his style. Am I right?"
Linda again paused before answering. She still felt a thin, grudging loyalty to Paul but now, facing unknown threats and frightened thoroughly, she felt an even stronger urge to confide in this strange woman who seemed to shift from contemptuous rejection to warm friendship for her.
"You're right," she finally agreed. "I thought he would be much more ... well, vigorous, more active. Is he always that way? So gentle, so careful about doing it?"
"As long as I've known him he's acted like he was afraid of wearing a girl's cunt out," Joy replied. "If I'd known more about either him or myself I might not have given in when he asked me to marry him. Jesus, I didn't know any better then and since I was already knocked up I decided to let him make an honest woman out of me.
"I didn't know you had any children," Linda remarked in surprise.
"We don't. I decided to have an abortion. But Paul still felt that he ought to get me in front of a preacher. Hell, I didn't know that I was going to love fucking so much! I hadn't been screwed but three or four times when I started working at the bank and I didn't know how I wanted it done. But after we were married awhile, I found out that I wanted a lot more than he was ever willing to give."
"You worked at the bank?" Linda said, again startled by the woman's disclosures.
"Sure, I was part of the secretarial pool," Joy said. "Just fresh out of high school and ready to tumble into bed with the first grownup that made eyes at me. Christ, I was so flattered when he started noticing me, I'd probably have sucked him off in the bank lobby if he'd asked me to. And I wasn't even turned onto eating dick then!"
"I must admit that I was a little disappointed this afternoon," Linda murmured, remembering the way she had hoped for a long, plunging stroke that would send the whole of Paul's lusty prick slithering deep into her cunt.
"You know, I thought a little about trying to give him a suck on the way down here. While we were driving, I mean. I guess that would have been the wrong thing to do."
"He'd have fallen through the floor of the car!" Joy exclaimed. "I'm not kidding, honey, he really doesn't like for anyone to go down on him. He never even liked for me to play with his dick! I remember there were lots of times, right after we were married, that I'd just loved to have kissed his cock, made love to it, after he'd fucked me. I didn't try to but once, though. After that, I made damned sure that I didn't even let him know I'd like to get that thing in my mouth!"
"I've known a few guys that were sort of like that," Linda observed. "I don't think I ever knew one that was quite so ... well, difficult about letting a girl do things like that. Some guys really dig it."
"I know," Joy said with a tone of warm approval. "That Pete, for example. Sure, he's just a hungry stud out for what he can get, but, my God, he loves to fuck and all that other stuff! He's not much for length but honey, he's got a prick that's as big around as my forearm! And does he ever love for a girl to handle it!"
"I'm glad you've told me this," Linda said. "I thought for a while that perhaps I'd done something to offend Paul. You know, that this was why he wasn't any ... well, any more ardent when we made love."
"No, he's always like that. He just gets the head of that thing in the mouth of your cunt and giggles it a little. God knows I've tried enough to get him to ram it in and really give the old cunt a workout, but he just won't do it that way. He's got this idea that a nice girlthe kind he'd marry or take down to the beach for a weekend doesn't want to be fucked really hard and he just won't do it, no matter what."
They lay quietly for a few minutes and then Joy looked over at Linda with a warmed smile. They were lying head and head and it was easy for them to make visual contact.
"I guess if anyone were to bring Paul out of it, you'd be the one," Joy said. "You know, you've got those big boobs, that long-legged, hungry look that just screams out to a man, 'I want to be fucked!' If he didn't get turned on by you I guess he'll never make it at all!"
"I think I've just been complimented," Linda remarked. "But now I wonder if I'll ever get out of here alive. You know, when Moon was doing those things to me, I felt a lot more alive than I've ever been before with a man. And yet I detested him; I hate the thought of being raped; I didn't feel anything but hate and disgust when he started doing those things to me."
"But as soon as you felt a prick start nibbling away at the lips of your pussy, you just went out of control, is that it?" Joy interrupted to say. "Like you couldn't help it but you just had to have some more?"
"That's it exactly!" Linda cried out.
"I know just how you feel," Joy said. "Well, maybe not exactly; I guess I was a little more turned on at first than you were when they began making that fuck talk. But they're sure not a pair of winners, whatever you can say for them."
"It bothers me," Linda complained. "That I could feel such loathing for them and still be affected so much by them. Or not even by them, to be honest; once, when I looked over and saw Moon doing something to you I felt as though I'd die if I didn't get to come immediately!"
"Honey, you've just got a prick-loving pussy," Joy said, adopting a warm, conciliatory tone. "Some girls are that waythey might not think so but whenever they see fucking, or think about itmuch less when they feel a man's cockthey just can't help responding. Face up to it, girl; you've got an active cunt and there's no way you can make it mind its own business. I'm the same way myself. Whenever I see that a man's interested in me my pussy starts heating up and before I know it I've almost scorched the crotch of my panties!"
"I hate myself," Linda muttered, frowning as she considered what she had learned about herself. "I've always prided myself on being independent, self-reliant, able to make up my own mind. And now I find that I'm a slave to what's between my legs. Oh, I feel like a common whore!"
"If what I've heard and read is true," Joy corrected her, "you're nothing like a whore. Those girls, you know, most of them don't get much fun at all out of screwing."
"You're probably right," Linda admitted. "I've heard that too. But you know what I mean; I just feel awful about it!
"There's not much ..." Joy began, and then broke off in silence as the door to the bedroom opened and Moon walked into the room. Sky followed close behind and they stood beside the bed, leering down at the helpless pair. Whatever they had decided during their conversation outside, they appeared unwilling to make it known. Neither Joy nor Linda felt free enough to ask what was coming next.
"You know, that was a good idea," Moon drawled after a long silence. "I mean, about getting that guy in here and having this one chick jerk him off. I'd like to see that big bitch covered with come from head to foot!"
"How about trying the other one?" Sky suggested. "The wop? He might be made out of different stuff."
"Good idea," Moon said. "Go get him and make him strip down. We'll see if he's got any more lead in his pencil than that other freak had."
Sky disappeared into the other room and they could hear him ordering Pete to lie still while he unlocked the handcuffs. They came into the bedroom shortly afterwards; Pete was naked and his hands had been handcuffed behind his back. Linda could not help looking at his prick, as well as at the rest of him. Tall and swarthy, Pete had a very good physique. His broad shoulders and thick chest would have been equally fitting on a professional athlete. A thick mat of crisp, black hair covered most of his body. Linda saw that his prick, limp and dangling, was very shortperhaps only two inches in lengthbut it was already at least as big around as Paul's cock had been when it was fully grown. She knew that the tool would gain some length when it had been brought to a full, throbbing erection and she realized that if its circumference increased proportionately he would indeed provide a woman with many an exciting moment to rememberif she could take it.
"Look at them stones!" Sky jeered. "He's fixed pretty good for a wop, ain't he? Not much for length but he might be able to stretch a cunt out of shape for a few inches!"
"Come on, private eye," Moon said, waving his ever-present pistol at Pete, "crawl up there beside that little chick. See if she can suck up a stiff for you."
Pete was hampered by the awkward position of his hands but he managed to mount the bed and crawl into position beside Joy's face. She was ready enough to provide him with the service Moon had ordered and she began by kissing the heavy, dangling sack and the two huge balls it enclosed.
"Come on, get to work on that cock!" Moon ordered. "Don't waste no time licking his balls; that never done nobody no good!"
Pete moved slightly and lowered himself enough for Joy to get the tip of her tongue onto the head of his prick. In order to get her mouth fully over the head of the organ, however, she needed to have him leaning farther forward. Since his hands were locked behind his back, Pete could not do this without toppling forward.
"Shit, we got to cut one of 'em loose," Sky grumbled when he saw that they could not fully accomplish the plan Moon had devised for them.
"Cut that chick loose," Moon ordered. "No, better untie herwe might need the rope later on."
Sky unfastened the knots holding Joy's arms and legs to the bed and tossed the cords aside.
She sat up, rubbed her wrists thankfully, and looked about. Moon told her to do what had to be done and she rearranged herself, taking up a position so that she could work on Pete's cock and direct it down upon Linda's body when she had brought him to an explosion. Again Linda was struck by the skill and the avidity with which the woman handled the man's prick. Joy seized the tool as though it was the dearest thing in the world to her and there was an expression of happy contentment on her pretty face as she mouthed and caressed the thick lance.
"Nothing wrong with his reactions," Sky commented as she swiftly brought him to a full, quivering erection.
Linda shuddered with a pleasure she could not suppress when she beheld the full magnificence of Pete's tool As Joy had said, it was not especially longperhaps a little over six inchesbut it was fearfully thick. Better still, the purple head flared out into a broad, sweeping ridge and sat upon the sturdy shaft like an obscene crown. She could not help wondering what it would be like to have that absurdly large penis head scraping back and forth in her well-oiled cunt; the very thought brought even more life and moisture to the sensitive lips of her pussy.
"What do you think about that hunk of prick?" Moon asked Linda, grinning with delight at her embarrassed expression. "Think you might feel it if he was to ram that up your funnel?"
"Please don't do it to me anymore," Linda begged. "What have I done to deserve treatment like this? I've never harmed you!"
Her words might as well have been spoken in Chinese for all the effect they had upon Moon. He guffawed at her shame and ordered Joy to work harder.
"You really serious about this?" she asked, looking up with Pete's cock still in her hand. "About me making him shoot off and squirt come all over her?"
"Why the hell do you think I said it?" Moon demanded, drawing back his left hand slightly, as if to deal her another resounding blow. "Of course I mean for you to do it!"
"The only reason I asked," Joy hastened to point out, "is that I know how to make him come really big. I thought if you were serious I'd do it the way I know best."
"Then get the hell to doing it," Moon snarled. "Come on, babe, get your ass on the ball!"
"You're going to love this," Joy purred, looking up at Pete with a light of sensual delight in her eyes. "I'll do it just the way you like it best!"
Pete said nothing but a happy smile spread across his face. Joy's left hand dipped between her thighs; Linda could see it and she noticed that the woman drove her middle finger far up into the mouth of her cunt and moved it about for a moment. When she withdrew her hand, the finger was thickly coated with the cunty oils it had collected. Joy now reached around Pete's hips with her left hand and slipped the middle finger between the cheeks of his ass. Probing delicately for a moment, she found his anus and jabbed the finger into the tiny opening.
"Ummm!" Pete groaned, rolling his eyes as the finger sent a shock of sexual pleasure through his muscular body. "That's it, baby, do it good!"
Joy now leaned forward again and put her mouth back over the head of his cock. Her right fist circled the thick shaft, generously lubricated with saliva from her loving, wet kisses and began pumping furiously. Between the delicious sensations imparted by her middle finger, the frantic activity of her tongue and the steady pumping of her fist, Pete's nervous system collapsed and he surrendered to the erotic tornado she had aroused in him.
"God, you're sucking my balls off!" he cried, lunging forward in an effort to spear her mouth even deeper.
Joy lifted her mouth off his cock. She recognized from long practice that she had stimulated him beyond his endurance and that the climax was not far off. She jabbed her middle finger even deeper and fistfucked him with an even faster stroke. Her right hand glided up and down the glistening shaft with lightning speed, pulling the loose skin back taut and exposing the broad, lust-inflamed prickhead in all its sullen glory.
Pete gave another despairing groan and then straightened up convulsively. A thick stream of come shot out the tip of his prick. The velocity of the first jet was such that it completely overshot Linda's body and spattered against the rumpled sheet. Joy adjusted his aim and the succeeding spurts of semen rained down upon the girl's breasts and belly. Before his balls had given out, Pete covered her with a liberal quantity of the mucilaginous cream.
"I can't let this good stuff go to waste," Joy murmured as the jets turned into a weak dribble and ran down onto her knuckles. She bent forward again and cleansed him with her mouth. By working her fist and her hand in skillful unison she was able to coax a few more droplets of sperm from his balls; these disappeared into her greedy throat.
Linda could see that the woman would have been very happy if even more of that salty, masculine dew had been available to her. For her own part, Linda felt a raging fire roaring away in her womb. The sight of Pete's thick cock, being expertly manipulated by Joy's knowing hands and skilled mouth, had excited her immensely; the sight of that tool spewing out semen had thrilled her even more; the drops of hot sperm splashing on her body had filled her with a throbbing desire to be possessed completely by a super-well-endowed man. Had her hands been freed, she would almost certainly have buried them between her legs and brought herself to the orgasm she wanted, despite the onlookers. As it was, she could only writhe weakly and moan as the spasms of unsatisfied lust wracked her groin.
"What do you want?" Moon asked her in a scornful tone of voice. "You want somebody to stuff a prick up your cunt? Is that what you're blabbering about?"
"No!" Linda cried, forcing her lips to deny the needs that burned within her body. "I don't want anything of the kind!"
"Huh! I bet we could have you begging for a cuntful of cock in no time at all," Moon retorted. "In fact, I just might prove it to you so you'll see that I'm generally right about these things!"
"You can't make me want it!" Linda snapped, successfully finding the courage to put up a false front. "I can do without anything you or any other man's likely to offer me!"
"Let's just see about that," Moon said, handing his pistol to Sky and crawling up onto the bed beside her. "I'm gonna dip my cock in some of the come that wop just shot onto your belly. And then I'll stick it up to you and you'll lick his come off my dick. How's that sound to you, you stuck-up bitch?"
"Ugghh!" Linda said, turning pale at his words.
"All right, don't say I didn't warn you," Moon grunted.
Just as he had threatened, he wiped the head of his pricknow half-swollen with lusty excitement and almost fully as thick as it would ever getover her belly, picking up a generous portion of the creamy sperm Pete had ejaculated onto her. He moved closer, bringing the spermy rod closer to her lips. She watched the approach of that nauseous morsel, eyeing it as though it were a rattlesnake, and kept her lips closed tightly.
The sight of Moon's prick seemed to hypnotize her. She could not turn her face away, though it would have been easy to do so. A long, ropy strand of come dripped down from the tip of his prick and finally dropped squarely onto her full, crimson lips. Before she could seize control of her impulses, her tongue darted forth and sucked the droplet of sperm into her mouth. The taste, salty and ripe with male lust, caused her head to reel with sensual excitement and she knew that she could not long resist the temptation to suck the prick that was being offered her. Moon added to her temptation by reaching down to caress one of her nipples. The effect of his fingers was electric: her cunt began throbbing even more furiously and it seemed that she had turned into a gigantic cunt, aching and yearning for penetration by a prick.
"Tell you what," Moon whispered, continuing to massage the nipple and to add to her discomfort, "If you'll just suck my dick clean I'll give it back to you in the cunt! Yeah, lick my cock off and I'll shove it so far up your funnel you'll never stop coming! Wouldn't that be a fair shake? Shit, girlie, you couldn't ask for more than that!"
Linda closed her eyes and tried to force words into her throat. She wanted to tell him that she utterly rejected his supposed "bargain," which sounded like substituting one depravity for another; instead she said something quite different.
"I'll do it!" she cried, closing her eyes tightly and opening her lips to the prick hanging near them. "Mmmm! Glbb!"
Moon chuckled heartily as the girl closed her lips around his cock and lifted her head, forcing her lips even farther down upon the tool. Linda sucked him with a driving, furious intensity as if she intended to wrench the sperm from his balls with her mouth alone. She moaned wildly as her tongue flickered up and down the sperm-laden length; the taste of Pete's come, together with the riper cunt oils left on the tool when Joy had slipped her own juicy cunt around it, were enough to turn Linda into a perfect dervish. She strained madly at her bonds and writhed in ecstasy as her pussy and clitoris began humming with renewed vigor.
"Do it to me!" she cried out when Moon at last removed his prick. "Fuck me! Fuck my cunt! Fill it with cock! I'm dying to come; I'll die if I don't get fucked!"
Again and again she begged for the stroke that would ease the torment in her loins. Moon took his time in settling between her thighs and fixing the head of his prick against the lips of her pussy. Linda continued to moan and plead for the weapon; one would have thought that she had moved over into total delirium. Moon hesitated a moment after he had seated the head of his cock between the lips of her pussy, then lunged forward in a bulllike rush that sent every bit of his massive tool plowing into her overheated cunt.
"Owww! Oohh! Aiiiee!" Linda wailed, nearly torn in two by the vicious thrust. "Omigod! I'm coming all over! Oh, do it, do it! Fuckfuckfuck! FUCK MY CUNT!"
Her cries turned into incoherent wails as the orgasmic fury mounted within her young body. Her nipples throbbed with vitality; her clitoris sung with sensual glory; every portion of her body resounded to the mighty strokes of Moon's cock. He pistoned in and out of her at a rapid rate, seating the head of his tool in her cervix at every stroke and bringing gasps of wondering joy to her lips. Again and again he fucked his cock home, ripping and gouging at her until it seemed that her cunt would surely be torn loose from its moorings. Long after her own climax had faded away into a series of limp, semi-conscious groans he continued to pump furiously. Finally he uttered an exasperated oath and rolled off her, looking down at his still-erect tool with anger.
"Shit, I thought I had another come about worked up!" he snorted. "Damn, I could almost feel it! Well, I guess I'll just have to wait a while longer and try again."
"Might not be no bad idea," Sky agreed, pointing to Moon's watch. "It's eleven o'clock, almost."
"Hey, you're right," Moon agreed, shaking his head as if to drive out the last lusty mists. "We'd better get down to the beach and be ready for the signal."
"I'm gonna put some clothes on," Sky told him. "It's getting cold outside."
"Yeah, it ain't no time for skinny dipping," Moon said. "Okay, let me find my shirt and pants. And we better tie that other chick up too can't tell when the dumb cunt will decide to run away."
"I'm not going anywhere," Joy protested.
Her promises had no effect on the men. when they walked out of the bedroom she again laid next to Linda, tied hand and foot to the frame of the bed and unable to move more than an inch in any direction. She sighed wearily and tried to make herself as comfortable as possible, which was a difficult feat due to the position.
Chapter Five
"It looks as though we're right back where we started from," Joy said, after deciding that she would not be able to go to sleep.
"And I'm up to my old tricks again," Linda murmured disgustedly. "I did it again! I thought I would puke when they started. And then, seeing you jack off Pete got me excited and when he wiped his cock in that come and dribbled it over my lips I ... well, I just blacked out. It's awful!"
"You didn't sound like you thought it was awful," Joy reminded her, "not when he got over you and shoved that big cock of his up your cunt!"
"Oh, I couldn't help myself," Linda replied, closing her eyes and flushing brightly at the memory. "All I could think of then was being fucked; it seemed as though my cunt was going to fall off if I didn't come. I honestly don't know what's happening to me: in my mind I could see that awful things were happening to me but most of me was enjoying all of it."
"In most women the cunt is more powerful than the mind," Joy pointed out. "At least in the ones that are well adjusted, or so I always thought. When you've got a fire between your legs you just can't stop to look too closely at the fireman that shows up to put it out!"
"I never thought of it that way," Linda said, smiling at the example. Then, after a moment's silence, she went on: "That was the first time I'd ever seen someone jerk a guy off. I mean, I've done it to guys myself but it was always in the dark; I never knew it was so exciting to see. And you really seemed to like doing it."
"I did!" Joy agreed emphatically. "I got turned on to that kind of stuff a couple of years after I married Paul. I was seeing a lot of this fellow who lived in the same apartment house with us and when I was having my period we'd do it that way. He taught me how to use my mouth and my hands. I don't know what it is, but the sight of a big, hard prick in my hands, shooting come all over everything, just makes me tingle all over. Besides, it feels good to hold onto him while he's shooting."
"And that other business," Linda went on, "about you putting your hand on his rearwhat about that?"
"You mean fingerfucking him in the ass? The same guy taught me that," Joy said, chuckling at the thought. "This guy was just a total sex animaleverything you could do in the sex line, he was ready for it and he knew all the tricks. At first I thought it was pretty bad but when he showed me how good it was I picked up on it. Lots of guys dig that, you know."
"I didn't know," Linda replied. "I noticed, though, that when he was in me the deepest, I could feel his balls rubbing against my asshole. I never felt that before, I don't think. Amazing how good it felt."
"You've never been fucked in the ass?"
"Good heavens! Of course not!"
Linda seemed horrified at the thought. Indeed she had never even considered the possibility. As she thought about it, though, she felt her pussy again begin warming, becoming more of a living thing as the hot, passionate blood rushed to the sensitive organ. The idea of having a man mount her and introduce his cock into that most private opening filled her at once with dread and fascination. Would the sensation be like that of a prick going into her cunt? Would she be able to detect every wrinkle, every bump, every variation in the masculine tool's outline? What about the finish, when his balls spat forth the lusty oil of love? Would that wondrous explosion register as clearly?
"You've got something to look forward to," Joy told her. "It's sort of like taking a prick in the cunt, but then in some ways it's nothing like it. It's like ... well, it's like nothing else in the world. Jesus, I'd sure hate to take that Moon up my ass; the way he's hung he'd probably fuck me into a bloody pulp!"
"Ugghh, it's an awful idea!" Linda blurted, realizing that she had been toying with an idea of the utmost depravity and that a part of her had actually been intrigued by the perverted action. "I'm sorry I even brought it up!"
"Don't knock if, if you haven't tried it," Joy advised. "Pete and I were at a party a couple of weeks agosix or eight couples who saw eye to eye on things like thatand there was this one girl who wouldn't have it any other way. She wanted everybody to fuck her in the ass and did she ever have a fine time of it!"
"I'll be she'd let out a yell when Pete stuck that big thing of his in her," Linda remarked thoughtfully, remembering the astonishing dimensions of the detective's prick. She started to add another sentence and then decided to change the subject. "Where do you think they've gone? What are they waiting for? Those men who attacked us, I mean?"
"From what they said they're meeting a boat," Joy said. "I wonder if they're spies? They don't look like hippies; maybe they're part of a mob of some kind. They might even be meeting a shipment of dope or something like that."
"I thought they said something about a man coming in," Linda mused. "But when they were talking about that, I was either too scared or too drugged with sex to pay much attention to them. Do you think they'll really let us go when they get whatever they came for?"
"Who knows?" Joy muttered, frowning thoughtfully. "They might, but then again they might not want to leave any witnesses. Who can tell? One thing's for sure, though: whatever they're going to do, they'll do and we won't be able to stop them."
"You're right about that," Linda agreed. "I've never felt so helpless in my life!"
Depressed at the conclusion they had reached, they lapsed into silence for a few minutes. They were interrupted in their reveries by the return of Moon and Sky.
"So all right, we do what we were supposed to do," they heard Moon growl as the pair stalked back into the house. "We wait till tomorrow night and try again. What's wrong with that?"
"Nothing's wrong," Sky was quick to admit. "Shit, we got food here, enough to drink, a couple of chicks to play around with, who could want any more than that? I'll stay here as long as you say, Moon, you know that!"
"Hey, why don't you have a heart?" Joy called out in an irritated tone. "Are you trying to murder us?"
"What are you bitching about now?" Moon grumbled, walking into the bedroom. "You don't want to start giving us ideas, you know."
Joy's courage nearly melted at that crude threat but her anger was sufficient to drive her into continuing. "Look at this girl beside me," she snapped. "She's been tied up hand and foot for half a day, almost, and she's hungry. She might even have to ... well, answer a call of nature. What will it hurt if you let her up for a little while?"
"Okay, okay," Moon agreed, almost jovial for a change. "I could eat again myself. All right, we'll let the both of you up for a while."
He and Sky unfastened the knots holding the-girls to the bed. Linda sat up and rubbed the raw, red marks on her ankles and wrists. She was acutely aware of the dried sperm on her body, of the trickle of musky oil running from the lips of her pussy and dribbling down onto her thighs and buttocks.
"I sure would like to shower," she murmured, trying to cast an appealing look at her captors. "I'm just a mess all over!"
"Not a chance," Moon replied. "A little come never hurt anybody. What the hell, I like a pussy best when it's covered with three or four days of fuck juice! You can piss and take a crap but that's all, understand?"
"Hey, I got an idea," Sky blurted out, giggling under his breath as he gazed at Linda. "Come here, girlie, you're gonna take a little walk with me."
Linda got up slowly. She found it uncomfortable to stand after having been tied in a prone position for so long, but Sky's demonstrated wickedness prompted her to move. He led her into the living room and over to the pillar to which Paul and Pete were handcuffed. They looked miserable and were, of course, naked. Moon and Joy emerged from the bedroom and watched curiously.
"I ain't done nothing like this since I was a kid," Sky said over his shoulder to his partner. "Girlie, I want you to stand over your lover boy here, the one that couldn't get his cock into working order. Yeah, just straddle him like that, up a little closer to his head."
Linda put her feet on either side of Paul's chest; the exaggerated posture pulled her thighs apart and he had an excellent worm's-eye view of her pussy. The tender lips parted slightly, revealing the inner flesh; he could see the flakes of dried sperm on her pubic hair and the wet trails of fresh sperm trickling down from her cunt and staining her thighs.
"Now, what I want you to do is this," Sky continued, grinning in his idiotic, perverted way. "I want you to reach down into that honey pot with both hands and spread them lips apart, real wide, so your little peehole will show. And then I want to see you piss all over him!"
Linda stiffened with shock at the absurd order. Paul turned a bright shade of red and started to protest. Then, remembering the demonstrated cruelty of the men, he thought better of it and closed his mouth. Joy sucked in an apprehensive breath and assumed a worried look.
"I ... I can't do it standing up!" Linda protested, fumbling for words. "No, I don't think I can do it! Please don't make me do such an awful thing to him!"
"You can either piss on him or stand there till you drop," Sky said, shrugging to show his indifference. "Don't make a bit of difference to me. And then after you've pissed on your boyfriend you can move over to the wop here and drop a turd in his facemaybe if you could flavor it with some garlic so he might even think it was good!"
"You sonofabitch!" Pete stormed, forgetting for a moment that he was utterly helpless.
"Listen, wop, how would you like for me to spread your balls out on the floor and stomp on 'em?" Sky said, throwing a contemptuous look at the private detective. "You lip off any more, and you can say good-bye to pussy forever!"
Pete turned pale at the threat and immediately fell silent. He had enough experience with hoodlums to be able to tell when a threat was real and he had no doubt that Sky was perfectly capable of doing exactly what he said.
"I... I'll try," Linda promised, biting her lip and looking down at Paul with shame and regret. "I'm sorry, darling; I don't know what else to do."
"It'll be all right," Paul managed to say, though it cost him a mighty effort. "You'd better humor them; there's no telling what they might do if you don't go along with them!"
-Linda opened the lips of her pussy as ordered and tried to make her sphincter release its-grip on her urethral passage. Try as she would, however, she could not force the urine from her body.
"Hey, that ain't such a good idea after all," Moon suddenly said to Sky. "I mean, I ain't got nothing against the chick pissing on the banker; hell, every banker oughtta be pissed on twice a day!"
"What's the beef then?" Sky asked, disappointed at Moon's betrayal of his foul scheme.
"If we gotta stay here till late tomorrow night we don't want people pissing and shitting on everything," Moon pointed out. "It'll stink up the place."
"You're right," Sky had to admit, though it obviously cost him an effort to give up his chosen tactic. "All right, girlie, get off the banker; I guess all he gets 4s a look at your twat!"
"If you wanna see her piss standing up, take her in the crapper," Moon suggested, knowing his partner's twisted mentality. "If you wanna see the banker get a faceful of piss wait till tomorrow night when we're ready to leave."
Linda stepped off Paul with a sigh of relief. She quickly learned that her shame and embarrassment was not to be totally averted, however.
"Okay, girlie, into the John," Sky told her. "We'll do it like Moon says. Back when I was a kid we used to do this with girls catch one and take her into an alley somewhere and make her piss standing up. Sometimes it'd take a girl nearly an hour before she could get the piss to running, but she'd always do it!"
Linda shuddered at the thought of having to perform a toilet function in front of those bleary, milky blue eyes; only the thought of what might happen if she refused prompted her feet to carry her in the direction of the bathroom. Sky herded her into the small room and directed her to stand in the shower, facing him. He opened his trousers and took out his prick, almost fully erect, and began stroking it with his left fist. His pistol remained in his right hand, a constant threat and reminder of the power he had over her.
"Honest, I'm not kidding," Linda told him, trying to adopt a pleading look and to play upon whatever sense of pity he might have. "I just don't think I can do it!"
"Okay, stand there," Sky told her. "If you want I'll tie your hands up to that showerhead and you can stand there all night!"
Linda understood that he might well do just that. Her bladder was full enough to give her an uncomfortable feeling. She knew that she ought to be able to produce a satisfactory flow of urine and she told herself that she had to do as Sky said. She grasped the lips of her pussy, opening them wide, and Sky nodded approvingly. He continued to pump his fist up and down the shaft of his prick with slow, deliberate strokes.
"Ain't nothing like watching a girl pee standing up," he said. "First time I saw it I nearly creamed my jeans. And seeing a big, fat, juicy turd coming out of a girl's asshole, that's just pure gravy!"
Linda shuddered at his words. He seemed to have an unearthly talent for upsetting her, for making her flesh crawl with fear, horror, and revulsion. She forced herself to ignore him and concentrated on emptying her bladder. To her surprise, she found that her efforts were successful far quicker than she would ever have imagined. She felt the loosening of the sphincter and then the gushing flow of warm urine. Sky giggled heatedly as the golden stream arched out from her loins, spattering onto the floor of the shower. His fist began moving up and down the shaft of his prick at a quicker pace; an expression of intense concentration came over his dull, vacant face.
She stood there, feet wide apart and with both hands clutched to her pussy, until the flow trickled off. The last few drops of urine ran down onto the lips of her pussy and then onto her slender, well-formed thigh. Sky continued to pump his cock furiously but an expression of regret came over his face when he understood that the performance was over. He ordered her to step out of the shower and to flush the remaining urine down the drain with a gush of water from the showerhead.
"Don't want to stink up the place," he said, though it was perfectly obvious that he would have been oblivious to any amount of stench and filth. "Now hop up onto the stool and squat down. Let's see if you can pop out a turd or two for old Sky!!"
Linda hesitated but one glimpse of the hatred and determination in his pale blue eyes decided her against any resistance. She mounted the stool as directed, moving uncertainly as she assumed the unfamiliar stance, and balanced herself by holding one hand against the bathroom wall. She was all too conscious of the fact that Sky, sitting on the floor in front of her, could see every detail of her pussy and anus. She felt utterly exposed to him; it was as though she was being forced to allow him to peer into the most private, secret, and intimate parts of her very being.
"Just sit there," Sky told her, continuing to stroke his prick in the same methodical way. "You'll get a turd to coming out pretty soon; if you don't, you'll sit there till your knees lock up!"
She closed her eyes and tried not to think about the awful man who was forcing her to humiliate herself by performing the most intimate functions before him. Concentrating upon her bowels, she worked the muscles of her abdomen and heaved mightily. At first she felt nothing. After trying again several times, she felt a rewarding sense of movement deep in her body and knew that she was going to be able to produce. Sky, watching the telltale movements of her anus as it prepared itself to expel the missile. It loomed into view, spreading the tiny, brown rim of her anus and moving steadily down, a brown, shiny torpedo. Sky's eyes narrowed and his fist flashed up and down his prick at a furious pace. His breath whistled out his nose as his passion mounted. More and more of the turd came into view, hanging down like an obscene tail, until a good six inches of the brown mass hung below her rectum.
"Beautiful!" Sky whispered, eyes popping out with delight. "Keep it going, baby, keep that shit rolling!"
Linda heaved again and another inch of the turd slid forth. Too heavy to hang any longer, it snapped off and dropped into the stool, bringing a loud splash; three smaller brown tails popped out of the tiny opening and then it resolutely swung shut. She tightened her abdominal muscles again, trying to force more of the vulgar material out, but nothing happened. Her anus worked convulsively but produced no more than a few suggestive wiggles.
"No more!" she gasped, relaxing her muscles and gulping in a breath of air. "I don't have any more!"
"Okay, okay, that's good enough," Sky muttered, springing to his feet and advancing upon her. "Here, get your mouth over my cock quick! I can feel the come; it's almost here! Come on, baby, suck my dick!"
Linda could not refuse. He shoved the tip of his cock at her mouth and she took it. He continued to jack off as she ran her tongue around the groove at the back of the prick's head. Even though she had felt terribly humiliated at having to perform an excretory function with him looking on, the act had excited her deeply and she felt a surging blast of sexual heat radiating through her pussy. Crazed by lust and excited beyond her endurance, she allowed her right hand to sneak between her spread thighs. Her fingers sought and found the whiskered slit that was throbbing so unmercifully. She caressed the glowing lips of her pussy for a moment, spreading her fingers on either side of the ultra-tender clitoris, and then plunged them deep into the taut, moist mouth of her cunt. The thrill of being penetrated lent an extra dose of vigor to her tongue. She caught the head of Sky's prick between her tongue and the roof of her mouth, seizing him in a grip of unsurpassed erotic tenderness, and began bobbing her head back and forth as she fingerfucked herself with quick, darting strokes.
"Hey, that's the way to eat dick!" Sky murmured, holding the back of her head and forcing her lips farther down the shaft of his cock. "Oh, baby, you suck cock like it was going out of style! Oohh! Ugghh! Do it, baby, do it all the way and I'll shoot come all over your mouth!"
She mouthfucked him scientifically, varying the pressure and the rapidity of her caresses until she felt him lift himself up onto the balls of his feet and stiffen his entire body. Recognizing the signs of an incipient orgasm, she drove her fingers into her cunt at an even faster clip and strummed her aching, lust-swollen clitoris with her thumb. She sucked in deeply, welcoming the coming blast, and then shuddered heavily when she felt the man's cock begin twitching and leaping about in her hot, grasping mouth.
"Mmmm! Gggg!" she mumbled, trying to express her zealous approval of the spewing come.
As the first hot jet of love cream spurted deep into her mouth, her fingers worked their own climactic magic upon her cunt. Prompted by the exuberant orgasm she had induced in Sky, her womb turned into hot jelly and began cascading down upon her fingers. She felt her vaginal muscles contract as the tremors coursed through her loins, multiplying in intensity until it seemed almost that her cunt was eating away at the fingers which had brought it such agonizing pleasure. The warm vaginal juices oozed down onto the probing fingers, saturating them with wet cunt drippings; she continued to fuck her fingers into the opening until there was no feeling left in the organ.
"Hey, that wasn't bad at all," Sky congratulated her when he finally stepped back and pulled his prick out of her mouth. "Yeah, you really went down on me! And you just took all the starch out of it too!"
His cock drooped limply, totally defeated by Linda's single minded devotion to it. She closed her eyes and savored the last drops of sperm, reveling in the thick, rich, salty taste of masculine sex, and then swallowed the creamy gruel. She pulled her fingers from her cunt slowly, as if reluctant to give up the pleasure, and wearily climbed down from the stool. Without thinking she reached behind to pull the lever of the stool; a sudden rush of water carried away the evidence of her lewd performance that had excited Sky so deeply. He put his prick back into his trousers, zipped up his fly, and motioned her back into the living room.
"Well? Did you get her to do everything just the way you wanted?" Moon demanded, making it clear that he did not share Sky's deep interest in viewing scatological toilet functions.
"Man, she pissed all over everything!" Sky chortled. "And then I made her get up on the crapper and she dropped a load that you wouldn't believe! That little chick, she must have been saving it up just for me!"
"Yeah, and then you got her to suck you off," Moon suggested.
"Didn't I ever! She got enough come to last her another day or two, I reckon," Sky said. "She's the cocksuckingest bitch I've seen in a long time! She really loves to eat dick!"
Linda blushed brightly at that. It wasn't enough that they had to force her to perform a variety of shameful, degrading, and humiliating acts; now they were actually boasting about it! And in front of other people at that! She could gladly have crawled into a knothole on the floor, had one been available. Neither Moon nor Sky took any notice of her embarrassment, however. Moon ordered her into the kitchen and told her to begin preparing a meal for them.
"I don't care what the hell it is," he snapped after her. "Just make enough of something for me and some for the rest of these creeps. Sky, you want anything to eat?"
"Naw, I don't want nothing," Sky said. "Shit, why you wasting food on that wop there? Or his pansy pal? The way I figure it, we ought to make them chicks squat down over their faces and let 'em eat pussy for a while. That's all a man needs to live on, I always heard."
"Yeah, I thought about that," Moon agreed, wrinkling up his face in what might have been a grin. "I been thinking about some way we could amuse our two pals down there. It struck me that I might make this little chick here give the wop a fuck. You know, get on him and let that cunt of hers work on his dick awhile till she's got a quart or two of come in her. Then she could get off and feed it to that other freak there."
Joy gasped with shock at this. It was she whom Moon had designated for this feat and she knew that Paul would have died rather than to have kissed her pussy, even if it had been given to him fresh from a hot bath.
"How about that, girlie?" Moon asked, wheeling around to give her an inquiring look. "He's your husband, ain't he? The pansy, I mean?"
"He's my husband," Joy admitted, darting a sorrowful look at Paul.
Even though she felt little love for him, she knew him too well not to know how much he would hate having to perform the feat Moon had described and she regretted seeing him reviled in such a deadly fashion. She knew instinctively, though, that pointing this out to Moon would ensure his interest in making her do it just the way he had said and she decided that it would be better if she said nothing at all.
"Maybe we'll get into that after we eat," Moon told them. "But not now, though; let's get that meal on the road."
"I'm working on it," Linda hastened to assure him. "It's going to take a little while though."
"All right, just don't go to sleep in there," Moon snapped.
Chapter Six
Moon had changed his mind after they had finished eating and Linda had cleaned up the kitchen. He ordered Sky to handcuff Paul and Pete back to the pillarthey had been released to eat hastily under the watchful eyes of Sky and Moon and he then led the girls back into the bedroom. There they were securely tied to the bed. Moon threw a blanket over them and took another for himself; he announced his intention of going to sleep on the couch in the living room.
"Wake me up in a couple of hours," he said to Sky. "You'd better stay awake just to be sure nothing happens."
"All right, I'll be on guard," Sky promised.
The night passed with the men taking turns in watching over their prisoners. Linda slept fitfully during the interval; even though the position into which Moon had forced her was uncomfortable, she was tired enough to rest a little.
"I figured out a new way of doing things," Moon announced the next morning when he awoke them shortly after sunrise. He was untying the cords around her wrist when he spoke. "Me and Sky, we're not going to keep you two tied up anymore. At least not as long as you behave yourselves and don't try anything stupid like running away."
"That'll be nice," Linda said, thankful for that small favor.
"But if you do decide to make a break for it," he added, throwing her a spine-chilling look, "you'd better make it a good one. Because if we look around and find one of you gone, we're gonna shoot whoever's left before we pull out! You might keep that in mind in case you want to skip out."
"I'm not going anywhere," Linda assured him. "I'm staying right here!"
"That's the idea. You keep on talking like that, I just might start believing that you had some smarts," Moon told her. "Now you and your buddy here get in the kitchen and whip up some eggs and sausage. I worked me up an appetite during the night."
Joy followed Linda into the kitchen and they set to work preparing the breakfast. They talked as they worked; both of them found that conversation helped ease the threat posed by Moon and Sky.
"I think I just might get used to going around naked in front of a group of men if I had to do it long enough," Linda muttered as she whipped up a bowl of eggs. "I don't feel quite as self-conscious about it as I did yesterday."
"It's no great thing," Joy said as she heated oil in the skillet for scrambling the eggs. "Lots of days I go around from the time I get up till the time I go to bed and never put a stitch on. I guess I'm a nudist at heart, though I never went to a nudist camp."
"That never appealed to me," Linda said. "Maybe if I had a man around the house all the time I'd stop wearing clothes altogether."
"It didn't do much to help me with Paul," Joy wryly pointed out. "In fact, I think it probably turned him off to see me wandering around with my pussy in plain view!"
Linda said nothing to that; she remembered that she had intended to spend an illicit, hopefully lascivious weekend with Joy's husband and the memory sometimes made it difficult for her to relate satisfactorily to the woman.
Moon finished his breakfast first. He wandered around the living room, casting an occasional glance toward Paul and Pete as they ate under the constant menace of Sky's pistol. He also eyed the girls from time to time; Linda had a strong suspicion that he was planning something devilishly wicked for them. As soon as she and Joy had cleaned up after the meal she found that her suspicion was entirely justified.
"Come here," he said to her as soon as she had hung up the dish towel. "And bring one of them kitchen chairs with you."
"What are you going to do?" she asked, fearful of his intentionsyet also excited.
"A little something I've been thinking about," he told her. "You might call it a scientific experiment. Hey, Sky, I'm gonna be a scientific cat! What do you think about that?"
"Sounds good to me," Sky loyally said.
"You just put that chair down in the middle of the floor," Moon said to Linda. "And then stand behind it, up real close. Yeah, that's the way; you got the idea."
Linda bellied up to the chair, still uncertain of what he planned for her but certain that it would be something dreadful. Moon nodded happily and then ordered Joy to bring the dish towel from the kitchen.
"It'll make a good blindfold," he said, grinning in his perverted way. "For this experiment the subject's got to be blindfolded."
He directed Joy to fold the towel into a long strip and then to tie it around Linda's head. When he was satisfied that she could see nothing, he came toward her.
"Everybody's going to get a chance to be part of my experiment," he announced. "This little girl here needs to learn something and I've figured out a way to get the message across to her. She don't know yet that a cunt can't tell no difference between one prick and another so we've got to convince her of it. What we're gonna do is this: the chick there is gonna bend way over that chair as far as she can. That oughtta make her twat show up real good from the rear. And then this other babe here is gonna stand by to work everybody up to a hard if they ain't got one already. Once she gets a guy stiff, he's gonna shove the cock to this other chick and she's away from his cock with a regretful look; she would obviously have liked continuing to suck him until he had drowned her tonsils with a gushing burst of sperm. Moon silently motioned for him to advance and spear Linda's cunt with the thick-shafted prick rearing out from his loins. Joy found herself pressed into service; she was directed to guide Pete's prick into place and make sure that it was seated properly.
"It's just me," she said to Linda as she gingerly spread the dark lips of the girl's pussy with one hand, holding Pete's cock with the other. "They want me to put it in for them. Here goes the first one!"
Pete shivered with pleasure as he felt the girl's warm, moist cunt close around the head of his prick. He eased himself forward, driving more of the sturdy rod into her flesh. Due to the extreme angle at which she was forced to bend forward, Linda's cuntal mouth was constricted and made far narrower than normal. Pete's prick, fearfully large at best, seemed utterly huge to her now; she moaned slightly and flinched away from the broad, stubby rod as it forced the mouth and walls of her cunt apart Even as she winced at the pain, however, she felt that same shameful tingle of sensual awakening appear in her clitoris and in the lips of her pussy. Her body, determined to have its own way, was responding to the brutal, anonymous attack of this unknown man! She bit her lip, trying to force back a cry of ecstatic approval. She could not deny that the ignominious posture, together with the mystery of being plumbed by a man she could not see, added another fillip of delight to the pleasure of having her cunt's mouth stretched to the utmost.
But whose was the prick that was thus delighting her inner core? She forced herself to concentrate on the question. The tool seemed immense; therefore it must belong to either Moon, Peter or PaulSky's smaller cock would not stretch her so much, she thought. Moon's prick was the longest of the three and Pete's was the shorter, though perhaps it was also the broadest. Would Paul have managed to overcome his shrinking fear of performing in public? Linda suddenly realized with a shock of surprise the truth of Moon's seemingly absurd contention: she actually could not be sure which of the three pricks was burrowing into her cunt! It seemed to her, though, that the prick was now nosing into a region around her heart, she was so full of it, and so she decided to take a chance.
"It's Moon," she announced.
Moon grinned silently and motioned for Pete to step back. The detective seemed reluctant to leave the tightly gripping receptacle he had punctured but he dared not argue with the man. He pulled himself away regretfully. Joy, quick to seize her own opportunity for pleasure, reached out to grab his prick as soon as it had cleared the lusciously swollen lips of the girl's excited pussy. She pulled him over to her and mouthed the cunt-dampened tool; the blissful expression that came over her face as soon as she felt the blunt, conical head nestle against her tongue left no doubt of her readiness for sexual activity.
"All right, there was the first one," Moon said to Linda as he moved to a position behind her. "Here's the next one. See what you make of it."
He motioned for Sky to step forward. There was no need for Joy to kiss his cock into hardness; it already stuck out from his loins like a bar of iron. Nevertheless she plastered a wet, dripping kiss on the cock's naked head, smirking with pleasure as she did so, and again guided it into the furry crevice lurking between Linda's lovely thighs. Sky's first thrust was low and his prick slipped down the moist furrow and rubbed against the girl's stiffened clitoris.
"Owww!" Linda groaned at the sudden, heart-rending contact. "Jesus, not so hard! That thing's sore!"
"Don't pay him no mind," Moon advised. "Just stand there and take whatever we offer you."
His words were wasted. Linda, deafened by the roar of blood-lust, knew nothing except that her cunt needed to be packed to the brim with hot, hard maleness. Sky spread his legs farther apart, lowering the axis of his prick, and Joy again aimed him into the nook. This time his thrust went home: a good four inches of cock slithered into the girl's cunt when he tightened his buttocks and shoved forward.
"Eeee!" she cried, stung to the quick by the sudden and drastic penetration. "Oohh!"
Sky grinned at that; he enjoyed bringing vocal reactions to the lips of the girls unlucky enough to be his partners in the rites of lust. He withdrew his cock, bringing it out until the ugly, ridged head lay in the mouth of Linda's tempestuous cunt and again drove it forward. He seated the length of the tool this time, driving it home with a, skewering, twisting thrust that brought a low, wavering cry of pained delight to her lips.
"Oh, God, you're ripping my cunt apart!" she moaned, trying to grind her hips back against him and to rotate her cunt around the deliciously torturing lance. "You're fucking me to death!"
Besieged by a maelstrom of sensual emotions, she felt the prick with acute clarity, she believed, but then she realized that she could not tell the difference between this one and the one that had split her before! Her sensual hunger was too gripping for her to be dismayed by this revelation; she cared only for the immediate needmore of that spine-tingling pressure! She discovered that by raising herself onto the balls of her feet she could make her cunt move against the solid, stiff prick in a way that sent shocks of sensual joy racing out from her clitoris and she began flexing herself up and down in an effort to fuck herself to a climax. The mystery only heightened her pleasure in being jabbed like a side of beefwhoever it was that had stretched her cunt, she wanted more of it!
"Do it!" she moaned, writhing and twisting as she worked herself closer to a fever pitch of sensual excitement. "Do it to me! Fuck me all the way, fuck me till I come!"
Sky would gladly have done just that but Moon grabbed his shoulder and signaled for him to pull out of her cunt. He did so, bringing a despairing cry to the girl's lips. She wanted more of it and she pleaded with the man not to empty her cunt. Moon ignored her pleas, of course, and insisted that Sky take his prick out.
Joy again mouthed the wet prick, rolling her eyes in pleasure as she tasted Linda's arousal on the stiff tool. Her right hand crept down between her thighs and she began rubbing the area around her clitoris in an effort to bring herself to a climax.
"Hey, that's pretty good!" Moon shouted, noticing what she was doing. "Hey, girlie, you know what your buddy's up to? She sucking these guys up so they'll be hard enough to fuck that miserable cunt of yours! And then after they get out she sucks 'em again! I reckon she likes the taste of your cunt maybe. Shit she might even be one of them switch-hitters I keep hearing about! How about that, girl? You like to eat pussy as much as you like to suck dick?"
"I don't mind the taste of cunt," Joy told him, unruffled by his insidious implications. "It reminds me of fucking. But no, I'm not a switch-hitter; I never ate a girl's pussy in my life!"
"Now might not be a bad time to start," Moon told her, obviously intrigued by the thought. "But not right now; maybe after a while. We'll see how things go before we try that!"
Linda breathed a sigh of relief at that. She was in sufficient control of her senses to know that being kissed by Joy, especially on that most tender, most intimate spot, might be sensuality itself, but she also knew that it would be an act of the most perverted kind. She had already been forced to perform acts which she would never have contemplated before; being licked by another woman would be the finishing touch!
Joy continued to finger her clitoris. She was kneeling on the bare wooden floor with her knees wide apart and she began weaving an intricate pattern of lusty motions with her hips.
"By the way," Moon said, remembering that he had been too interested in the proceedings to ask the question, "whose cock was that that was just up your cunt?"
"Yours," Linda said, grasping at the first name that came into her mind. "It was yours."
Sky grinned with delight at that, taking it as a compliment to be measured against the mammoth prick that speared out from the base of Moon's belly. Moon returned the grin and advanced upon the girl. His own cock was only semi-erect. Joy performed her oral magic and soon had it raised up to its full, frightening size. She interrupted her masturbation long enough to spread the lips of Linda's pussy and to guide Moon's cock home; then she returned her hand to the furrow it had left and resumed caressing her prominent little clitoris.
Moon fucked himself into Linda with a steady, flowing beat and had virtually all his prick in her at the end of the third stroke. She gasped repeatedly as he inserted the tool, withdrew it, then shoved it farther; each thrust seemed to rip her apart. Her cunt was already heated until it resembled a fleshly furnace. The excitement made the flesh swell and the walls of her cunt clung together all the more firmly, providing Moon's prick with considerable resistance. Each driving thrust split that flesh more and more, filling her more completely with the article she desired most intensely and bringing her ever closer to the inevitable explosion. Just when it seemed that one more shove would tip her womb upside down, spilling out a cornucopia of lustful delight, he stepped back and slipped his cock out of her grasp.
"No, don't take it away, please!" Linda found herself crying out. "I'm almost there; I've nearly got it! Please, please, fuck me some more!"
Moon knew nothing about pity. It seemed that he enjoyed hearing her degrade herself, plead for more of the manly weapon, as much as he liked the feeling of her cunt around the immense length of his prick. He chortled happily at her discomfort and slapped her buttocks smartly.
"Shut up your fucking mouth," he ordered. "You'll get some cock when I say you can have it, not before! Till then, you just keep your yap shut and wait!"
Her cries subsided into whimpering moans. Moon looked over at Paul, saw that his prick remained obstinately limp, and decided that it would be hopeless to try forcing the timid man to add his prick to the varied array of tools that Linda had already felt. The sneering, contemptuous look he threw at Paul showed all too clearly his disregard for the banker and his alleged sexual prowess.
"All right, whose cock was that?" he demanded, intent upon finishing his "scientific experiment."
"I don't know, Paul's, I guess," Linda whispered, barely able to talk. "Whoever it belonged to, I want some more! Please, I'm dying to come; it feels like my pussy is about to drop off! Oohh, I need to come!"
"You just hang in there, girlie; maybe if you behave yourself and don't talk too much I might let you have all the prick you want," Moon snapped. "But I don't want to hear no more out of you, got that?"
He looked around the room and his eye fell upon the pair of candlesticks resting on the fireplace mantle. He marched over to the fireplace, pulled a candle out of the holder, and returned to Linda with an ugly smirk on his face.
"All right, here's the last one," he told her, brandishing the candle purposefully. "As soon as that little cunt of yours calms down I'll let you have a feel. If I let you have it now, you just might come!"
The candle was long, at least as long as his own prick, but it was very slender. The morning sun, beaming through the broad picture window opposite the fireplace, had warmed the candle enough that it was almost at body temperature. Moon broke off the fire-blackened wick with his rough fingers and held the candle behind the girl, ready to drive it into her cunt when he judged that the moment was right. He watched Joy masturbate; she had neared her own climax and was now rubbing her pussy furiously. A look of the utmost concentration spread over her pretty face; she bit her thick lower lip and closed her eyes as she sought to bring herself to the orgasmic explosion. Suddenly she reached around her rump with her left hand. She drove her middle finger into the juicy mouth of her cunt, greasing it with love salve, and then transferred the lubricated digit to her anus! The thrilling penetration gave her the added impetus she needed for her joy and she immediately began to come.
"How about that!" Moon crowed, recognizing what she had done. "Hey, your girl friend here is fingerfucking herself! Yeah, she's sitting there like a teenybopper watching a rock 'n roll stud, just fucking herself up a storm! And you know how she's doing it? She's jabbing a finger up her own asshole! Ain't that something?"
Linda's flesh crawled with an unearthly sensation when she heard that. The idea of having her anus penetrated gave her a fit of sensual arousal like nothing she had experienced before; at the same time she realized that this idea was appealing to the basest, lewdest, most perverted part of her soul. She felt torn between two irreconcilable drives: a need to preserve her own inherited moral codewhich identified the anus with all that was dirty, nasty, and unmentionableand a desire to experience every kind of sexual stimulation. She could hear Joy's gasps of pained delight as the climax pulsed through her loins; she knew exactly what the woman was feeling and the knowledge that it was happening to a woman so close to her filled her with even greater awareness of her pussy's pitiable condition.
"Do it to me!" she moaned, writhing in anguish. "Or let me try doing it to myself; anything to let me come! It's all over me; I can feel it in my cunt, begging to be let out. I'll do anything, just let me have a chance to come!"
"All right, if that's the way you feel about it," Moon muttered, coming closer and preparing to drive the candle into her swollen cunt. "I'll let you have the last one. Hope you get your rocks off, baby!"
With that he rammed half the candle's length into her cunt. He twisted the length of tallow hard, digging it into every corner of her hole, and then he shoved even more of the tool into her body. Linda let out a high-pitched scream of delight when she felt her cunt being sundered. She could not tell that the object digging into her body was not human; she was aware only of being penetrated in such a way that her tortured nervous system exploded in a whirlwind of lusty approval. She began trembling heavily as the spasms of orgiastic joy whipped through her loins, running down her thighs and up into her throbbing nipples. Her body was infused with sensual wonder and her womb began pumping frantically. Each wave of pleasure was stronger than the one before it and they continued for a long time. Again and again her cunt worked spasmodically, clutching at the object it contained and loving it frantically.
Moon drew a perverted kind of delight from the fact that he was making the girl come with an alien object. He continued plunging the candle into her cunt, twisting it around sensually, until she had climaxed to the fullest possible extent. When at last the spasms died out and her cunt was again still, he slapped her rudely on the buttocks. He left the candle in place and reached down to untie the knot holding the makeshift blindfold over her eyes.
"Okay, don't move yet," he told her. "First, I want you to guess whose cock it was that made you come like that."
"Pete's," she guessed, at a loss for words. "I don't know, honestly."
"How was it? Was it a pretty good come?"
"Marvelous!" she gasped, still struck by the glory that had powered through her loins. "It was heavenly!"
"Okay, just reach around there with your hand and grab hold of it," he told her. "You can see for yourself who diddled you out of your stupid mind. And then tell me what you think!"
Linda reached back tentatively and found the length of candle sticking out the lips of her pussy. She grasped it and, expecting to find the familiar shape of a prick, was dumbfounded for a moment.
"What the hell!" she finally managed to sputter.
Raising herself back up and pulling the candle out of her cunt, she looked at it curiously. It took a moment before she realized that it was this object which had brought her such divine pleasure. When she understood that she had been tricked, she let out a wail of disgusted rage and flung the candle aside. She covered her face with her hands and snuffed out a few sobs.
"Yeah, you thought you had hold of a cock and it wasn't nothing but candle!" Moon gloated. "And you think that cunt of yours is so goddamned precious, so fucking fine that you could tell one prick from another! Shit, baby, you can't even tell a prick from a candle!"
Linda turned away, unable to bear the brunt of his scorn and rejection. She felt utterly shattered by the foul trick that had been played on her and she wanted only to be alone with her misery. Moon was already tired of his game and she was ignored for a while. He ordered Sky to handcuff Pete and Paul back to the pillar.
For the rest of the morning and much of the afternoon he and Sky alternated between ignoring the girls altogetherexcept to dart a watchful eye toward them from time to time and using them in various ways to satisfy their lusts. Linda had to watch both of them fuck Joy in quick succession, for example; Sky bent the woman over and humped his prick into her dog fashion and Moon slipped his own prick into the gaping, juicy notch as soon as his friend had removed his spent cock. After he too had fucked himself into a foaming, grunting frenzy, he pulled his tool out and made Linda lick it clean. She gagged at the thought of performing the task, made doubly repulsive because Sky's odious sperm was now thoroughly mixed with Moon's rank oil, but as soon as her lips closed upon the massive head of the man's cock and the salty, musky flavor of mature sex infected her taste buds, she was off on another tangent leading straight to extreme sexual arousal. Nothing, it seemed, could fail to excite her as long as it had to do with sex, and she had to admit that Moon's prick was more exciting once it had been twice bathed in semen.
When darkness began falling around the house, Moon ordered the girls into the kitchen where they prepared another meal. Everyone ate heartily and Moon told Linda to leave the dishes, since they would not be eating there again.
"At least Sky and me won't," he said. "If our boy don't make it tonight, we're pulling out. Sky, lock our boyfriends back up."
He and Sky amused themselves with the girls until almost eleven, at which time they tied them securely to the bed, dressed, then went down to the beach.
"I didn't like that business about it being the last meal," Linda murmured to Joy as soon as the men had left the house. "That sounded like they meant to finish us off when they get back from the beach!"
"It didn't make my heart jump for joy, if you'll pardon the pun," her companion admitted. "That pair, there's no telling what they're liable to do!"
"Isn't that the truth!" Linda replied, remembering the wide variety of acrobatic poses she and Joy had been forced to adopt earlier in the day; Moon and Sky both took a special delight in thinking up new positions in which to bring pricks and cunts together.
They had feared for nothing, they learned when Moon and Sky returned without the new arrival they had been expecting. Moon toured the house, wiping off every object that he or Sky might have touched during their stay. He was quite thorough and missed nothing. As soon as he had completed that task, he untied Linda and gruffly told her to put a dress on.
"What ... what are you going to do?" she managed to ask as she hurried to obey his command.
"Nothing to worry about," he told her. "We're going into the insurance business, Sky and me, and you're gonna be our first policy!"
"Huh?" Sky asked, making it abundantly clear that he knew nothing of Moon's plan. "Insurance?"
"Yeah, insurance," Moon said, moving to the doorway. "You guys in there, both of you better listen because I ain't gonna explain but once. Me and Sky, we're pulling out and we're taking that long-legged cunt with us, the one that's the banker's piece of private pussy! We'll stop somewhere down the road and call in about you jerks being here; somebody'll come by pretty soon to let you go. But if we hear anything outta the fuzz before we make that call we're blasting this little bitch's brains out, unnerstand? We'll leave her dead ass all over the fucking highway!"
"What about her?" Joy asked, impudent and brash as ever. "How long will you keep her?"
"Till we feel safe," Moon replied. "So maybe you three had better start figuring out some lies to make the fuzz think there was only the three of you here. We'll let the bitch go when we feel like it. And you, banker boy, you better be ready to make up some kind of story in case she don't show up for work Monday."
"Monday's a holiday," Paul said, his banker's mind working methodically. "She won't have to be there until Tuesday."
"Okay, if she ain't there Tuesday you can still make up a story," Moon told him. "Hell, that crazy cunt might decide she likes our kind of fucking better'n she likes yours! She might just throw in with us for good!"
"Don't bet on it!" Linda could not keep herself from saying. "As if I'd have anything to do with the likes of you!"
"Shut your mouth and get ready to roll," Moon told her. "And the rest of you creeps, bye-bye. Somebody'll be here tomorrow morning or maybe even before."
Linda followed Moon and Sky out of the house. They took a narrow, winding trail leading up from the beach, moving slowly through the darkness. Moon seemed to have a cat's ability to find his way in the dark and within a short time they came into a broad clearing. She saw a car parked under a thick pine; they went toward it and got in.
"Actually, it wasn't quite the way I told it," Moon said to Linda, who had been forced into the back seat. "You're partly insurance, but then I got another idea about you. Soon as we get to where we can make a phone call, I'll tell somebody about them friends of yours. Then Sky and me are taking you back to the city."
Linda tried to get him to reveal more of his thinking but he ignored her requests. Sky found a lighted phone booth after driving for about half an hour; he held his pistol on Linda while Moon got out to make the call.
"That ought to get somebody on the stick," he said when he got back into the car. "Now it's back to the city."
They sat in silence until they had turned off the freeway and driven down into a section of warehouses, stores, and tumbledown houses in the southernmost part of the city. It was an area which Linda did not know at all, but Moon forced her to hunker down on the floor anyway; he was taking no chances that she might be able to identify the place to which he was taking her. They followed a twisting, turning course through the streets that soon had her totally confused. After twenty minutes of this, Sky parked the car. Moon threw a jacket over Linda's head before allowing her to straighten up in the back seat. They led her into a buildingshe could not tell if it was a warehouse, an apartment house, or a private dwellingand up a flight of stairs. After taking her through another doorway, they removed the jacket. She found herself in a large room fitted out with chairs, mattresses, and a table. A blanket hung on one wall, perhaps masking a window; she did not dare look to be sure. The place had an air of impermanence, as if the tenants might flee it in a moment.
"What the fuck is all this?" a strange, feminine voice asked. "Have I finally got some reinforcements?"
Linda turned and saw a young, strikingly beautiful girl standing in another doorway. The girl's long, blonde hair hung down in matted hanks; it looked not to have been combed in weeks. A dull, vacant look clashed oddly with her beautiful but unwashed face; she wore only a ragged, cheap dress that was much too short for her.
"Yeah, we got some back-up troops here," Moon replied. "That's Judy; don't pay much attention to her. She stays spaced out on dope these days; she don't even know the world's going around! Long as she gets her dope and a cuntful of cock every day, she don't care what happens!"
"Now what are we gonna do?" Sky asked.
"You and Judy are gonna get this cunt down and learn her some manners," Moon replied. "You know, like we done with that black bitch we had? Start teaching her that cock is what's going on and what she's made for. Judy'll help you. I'm going to make a call to the big boy and tell him what we've got here; I think he just might like the idea I worked out. I'll be back in half an hour."
"Get your dress off," Sky snapped at Linda as he turned to go into the room from which Judy had emerged. "Don't bother trying to run; the door's locked and the window don't work. And there's nobody around here that gives a fuck about you anyway, so you can yell all your please. I'll be right back."
"Oh, Sky-daddy, are we gonna play fuck-fuck?" Judy asked, looking up at Sky with an expression of interest at last. "Can I have some too?"
"You'll get yours," Sky promised, disappearing into the next room.
Linda hesitated a moment but then decided she had better play Sky's game. She slipped out of her dress and carefully hung it over a chair. Judy eyed her from the doorway, gauging the beauty of her nakedness, and then she shrugged out of her own dress. Linda's mouth formed a silent "Oh!" of shocked pity when she saw the girl's body. Thin almost to the point of emaciation, Judy still possessed a magnificently sculpted pair of breasts that would have made nearly any woman envious. A neat patch of silky, golden fur covered her lovemound; the girl absently pawed herself as she watched. Linda saw bruises, needle marks, crusted dirt, and traces of dried sperm on the girl's flesh; it looked as though she had never washed and had been used very harshly. The sight made her quake with fear; what if they intended turning her into a drug addict? She closed her eyes, trying to force such frightening thoughts out of her mind. She was aroused by Sky's return; he held out a glass and told her to drink.
"It's water," he said when she looked cautiously into the glass. "I thought you might be thirsty."
Linda downed the glass gratefully and found that he had spoken the truth; there was only water in the glass and she downed it gratefully.
"Well, it's water plus a little something else," he added when she put the glass down. "I forgot all about adding a little acid to it. It was just a tiny little bit though so you don't have to worry about going off on no long trip!"
He giggled insanely at his trick. Linda's heart fell through her stomach, it seemed; she knew now that they were intending to turn her into a cheap junkie. Could one glassful of water with LSD, no matter how small a dose, turn her into an addict? She didn't know but she was ready for the worst.
"The reason for giving you the acid," Sky told her, "is because we're trying to learn you something and it's easier to pick up on what we're trying to learn you if you're a little spaced out. Not all the way, just a little.
You'll see."
Linda had expected, from the lurid accounts of drug-crazed hippies that she had read, that the drug would affect her immediately. Instead, she could not detect a bit of difference in herself.
"What you've got to do," Sky told her, his voice curiously gentle for a change, "is to go over to one of them mattresses and sprawl out. Judy's going to show you a few things that a girl like you ought to know about. No need to worry; we ain't gonna hurt you a bit."
Linda lay down on a convenient mattress. It was stained with leftover food and grease spots, as well as particles of dried sperm; it evidently served as both a dining table and lovemaking pallet. She lay on her back and Judy knelt beside her. The girl's eyes sparkled with life now; she seemed not to be quite as far out as Sky had suggested.
"Just open your legs up," she purred. "I want to show you something. Something about your pussy; it's something you've got to learn from the very start."
Linda instinctively clamped her thighs together but, under the threat posed by Sky, she reluctantly opened them. Judy reached between them, dipped a finger into the lips of her pussy, and held it for a moment. She then took the finger out and smelled it.
"Not bad," she said after a moment. "But not very good either. See, the first thing you got to know is that these guys don't like a clean snatch. They like 'em gamey and rank. Whenever some guy shoots a load of come up your cunt, don't wash it out! Don't even take a sit-down bath; just let the fucking stuff cake up. Some of them like to eat it off! Here, take a look at minethis one is getting about right for most of the guys."
The girl squatted beside Linda and opened her knees wide. Linda could not help looking. She saw the hairy slit and nearly gagged: a thick, gray crust of dried sperm mottled the lips of the girl's pussy; greasy balls of the stuff lay in the inner folds of flesh. A stench of raw, unwashed, stale sex assaulted her nostrils.
"Yeah, it's pretty ripe, ain't it?" the girl said with a laugh. "That's what really turns 'em on to start with. And the second thing is, whenever they tell you to hump, you drop your drawers and get them legs spread out wide. If they want you to suck, just throw back your head and open your mouth, got it?"
"Why are you telling me this?" Linda asked. "Are you planning to turn me into a gang's whore? What is this all about?"
She tried to lift herself up to lend further force to her protest but discovered that the drug was taking its effect on her. She felt woozy and weak; she fell back upon the mattress and blinked furiously in an effort to clear her head.
"Yeah, it's starting to hit," Sky grinned. "Nothing to worry about, baby, it'll just be a short tripno lights, no pretty colors, not much of anything. You'll just be a little weak, a little lightheaded, that's all. You'll be able to hear everything, feel everything, and whatever we say will start making a lot more sense to you!"
Judy knelt down at her side again, extending her hand to touch her pussy. She fingered Linda's pussy softly, running the tips of her fingers over the lips and skipping lightly over the clitoris. In spite of her aversion to lesbian love, Linda felt her body begin tingling in response to the caresses.
"Yeah, that's the way," Sky purred, beginning to undress. "Judy's gonna play with your pussy awhile, just enough to get you in the mood for fucking. But it's gonna be a long time before you get fucked, don't worry about that. And before you get it, you'll have to prove to us that you want it. Don't worry; you'll do it, they always do!"
Linda felt a vague worry at his words but due to the effects of the drug she could not take the fear seriously. She seemed bound to the mattress by invisible cords, unable to move yet thoroughly responsive to Judy's prying fingers. Moon came in presently; he stripped slowly and watched as the girl continued to caress Linda's pussy.
"Here, I've got something else that really gets to a girl," Judy whispered, changing her position and swinging herself over her victim's body. "You'll love this, I promise you that!"
She positioned herself directly over Linda's left breast, aiming the semen-encrusted lips of her pussy down at the proud, swollen nipple. Lowering herself down and holding those sex-smeared flaps open, she made contact; the nipple slipped between the lips and nestled into the very mouth of the girl's cunt. Linda choked back a sob of shame at being subjected to so vile a practice.
"Nothing to worry about," Judy crooned, allowing the lips of her pussy to close. "You've really got great tittiesjust the kind I like to be fucked with. After I've fucked it a little I'll turn around and lick the cunt offthat ought to make you really want to fuck!"
Linda felt her body warming at an alarming pace. She, who had never before felt the slightest sexual attraction to a woman, now found herself becoming intolerably aroused at this perverted form of stimulation! Judy swayed back and forth gently, moving herself backward and forward over the nipple boring into her cunt. Linda felt the girl's warmth spreading to her own body and knew that soon she would be aching with readiness for penetration by a stout prick. This knowledge filled her with self-loathing but she could not make her body do what it ought to do: resist the lesbianistic acts.
"She's getting hot," Moon observed. "Look at them pussy lipsthey're twice as big as when I got here."
"Yeah, and they're getting wet too," Sky added. "That cunt, she's a real juicer! Man, ain't it going to be something when she starts begging for some hot cock!"
Judy slipped off her unusual perch and twisted around. As she promised, she began kissing the nipple which her own cunt had oiled so well. Linda resisted the urge to throw up when she saw how the girl lapped up the raw, stinking film on her nipple. She was partly dissuaded by the electric jolt of pleasure shooting out from that nipple; Judy's lips and tongue played havoc with her self-control.
"God, I can't stand it," she heard herself saying. "She's making me want prick like I never wanted it before! Oh, won't somebody give me some cock? Get on me, one of you guys; I'll fuck your dick till you can't come anymore! I'll milk you with my cunt!"
Moon and Sky said nothing, nor did they move. Judy continued to work on her and her tension mounted. The girl was careful to taper off her ministrations just when it seemed that Linda would burst forth in a climax; she seemed to have an instinctive knowledge of just how far she could go without provoking an irreversible reaction. Linda's cunt swelled and ached at an increasingly rapid pace. She found herself possessed by a need far more intense than any she had ever known before in her entire life.
"All right," Moon said at last when she had broken down in tears at their stolid refusal to give her the prick she had been begging for. "If you really want it, show us. Prove it."
"Anything," Linda babbled, her voice almost incoherent. "I'll do anything, just name it!"
"Are you sure?"
"Hell, yes, I'm sure," she cried. "I'll suck you, I'll fuck you, I'll jack you off, I'll do anything!"
"All right, I think it would be nice if you played ladies first," Moon told her. "Yeah, I mean I think you oughtta suck Judy's cunt before you take us on. Just to pay her back for getting you warmed up, you might say."
"Will you fuck me then? Will you give me some cock if I eat her pussy?"
"Sure, I said I would, didn't I?" Moon told her. "And I always do just what I said. In fact, if you start chomping at her cunt and stick your ass up in the air, I'll even fuck you dog fashion while you're sucking her off! Go on, she's no bull dyke, but she likes to have her cunt tongued as well as the next girland a girl can do that as well as a guy!"
Almost berserk with lust, Linda scrambled around to do as she was told. The drug she had taken wiped away every barrier, every restraint; the fingers and mouth of Judy had aroused her body to an intolerable pitch. At the moment that she crouched between the girl's uplifted knees and lowered her face down to the stale, stinking slit offered her, she had not even the faintest idea what she was doing. She knew only that this was the way to get what she wanted above all else and she willingly complied.
Her kiss was crude and awkward at first but Judy's suggestions soon put her on the right path. Linda ignored the foul stench and the acrid taste of the pussy pressed against her mouth. She sucked up the lips, reveling the taste of stale sex, and allowed her tongue to snake up and down the juicy furrow between them. She glided the tip of her tongue over Judy's clitoris and scraped it back down the crevice; when she found the cuntal opening she plunged her tongue deep, lapping up the fresh cunt drippings she found there.
"My asshole!" Judy cried, lifting her rump a trifle higher. "Ram your tongue in my asshole! I love to be tongued in the ass; it always makes me come so much harder! Do it to me, honey, tongue-fuck me in the ass!"
Linda did just that. Her tongue probed at the tiny brown ring, found the opening and pressed its way inside. At that moment Moon settled himself behind her, prick in hand, and drove the broad head of his tool into her swollen cunt. At first she did not move; the dynamic force of his entry paralyzed her. Then, forced out of immobility by the tornado his prick loosened within her, she lifted her head off Judy's pussy, screamed out an inarticulate oath and then resumed sucking the girl's slit. The taste of the girl's cunt now inflamed her senses, making her far more responsive to Moon's prick than she would otherwise have been, and she began driving her tongue into the girl at a furious pace. Her own climax mounted higher and higher, doubling and tripling in intensity, and the come welled out of her. Moon seized her trembling flanks and pulled her close, fitting his loins against her and shoving his prick in even farther. Linda writhed heavily against him and continued to tongue-fuck Judy.
When she at last gave a weak moan and pitched over to one side, falling off Moon's dripping prick, she could not move at all. Her senses were dulled and her eyes were glazed over with a film of lusty pleasure. Moon looked over at Sky and Judy, nodding solemnly. Judy's eyes widened when she saw that Moon's prick was still dripping little pearls of sperm; she scrambled up and twisted about to position her mouth under the drooping shaft. She began mouthing his wet, slimy cock and fingering herself frantically.
"She's hooked," Moon swore. "After that, she'll be ours for good. I could feel it in her cunt when she started making itthat bitch is sold for life; she's in our bag!"
"Just on this one fuck?" Sky asked skeptically.
"No, don't be stupid," Moon retorted. "But she'll be ready to come back for some more tomorrow and the day after. We'll keep on messing with her till inside of a week all one of us will have to do is snap our fingers and her old box'll start dripping like a leaky faucet. She won't know what hit her, but she'll know where to go to get relief!"
"Damn, I sure hope so," Sky said. "Shit, I like to fuck her; she's the best piece of ass I ever had, I think."
"That's something else we got to learn her," Moon added. "We got to show her that while a prick in the cunt's fine, it don't even begin to compare to getting fucked in the ass! As soon as she comes around a little we'll load her up and take her back to her pad. Hey, get her purseI want to copy down her address and telephone number. We'll be getting in touch with her pretty soon."
Chapter Seven
As soon as Linda had roused herself from the dulled state produced by the violent series of orgasms she had experienced, Moon told her that he would be getting in touch with her soon. He suggested that she would shortly begin to feel the need for further sexual excitement and that she would not be able to find it anywhere except in his company.
"We're the only ones that can make that sweet little cunt of yours hum and sing," he told her. "That banker friend of yours, he couldn't begin to give you the kind of fucking you really want. And remember this too: when you get home don't wash off that pussy of yours! Let the come dry on it so it'll get a nice, ripe, sexy smell to it. I want you to be thinking about pussy and pricks all the time!"
"I'll do exactly what you say," Linda promised, her voice curiously disjointed, as if part of her mind were still asleep or perhaps elsewhere.
After she had pulled on her dress, Moon and Sky threw on some clothes and drove her back to her apartment. They dropped her off three blocks from her apartment complex and drove away.
"Okay, now what the hell is all this about?" Sky demanded as they drove away from the girl. "Yeah, I can tell that she's a good piece of ass but what the hell, ass is easy to find in this town."
"Sure it is," Moon agreed, "but where you gonna find a hot little cunt like that who also works in a bank? Huh?"
"Hey, I'd forgot about that!"
"Yeah, I figured you had. And besides that, she works for the bird that runs the bank's securityhow's that grab you? I called up the big boy and he said it wouldn't hurt none to start working on her, getting her convinced that we got the answer to her problems. You know, just in case we might decide to knock over that bank some day. Hell, she could give us the complete layout of the bank's vaults, alarm system, guards, the whole fucking works!"
"Man! It's just like having an inside contact!" Sky marveled.
"She is an inside contact," Moon corrected him. "And all we got to do is keep getting her heated up, making her want prick more than she ever wanted it before, and before you know it all she'll have to do is hear my voice, or yours, and see a dick and she'll think somebody put a blowtorch between her legs!"
"How does that acid work?" Sky asked. "I still don't see why we have to get a chick high on acid to make it happen."
"I'm not sure myself," Moon admitted. "That's the big boy's idea. He picked it up from some college freak. But somehow, when the chick's spaced out fairly well, she really listens to what you say. And when she comes down, it's like you were still there talking to her, saying the same thing over and over. What the hell, who cares how it works? It works, that's the main thing!"
Linda watched the car drive away before she turned to walk back to her apartment. She paid no attention to the few Sunday afternoon pedestrians on the sidewalk, though they noticed her. Her tousled hair, the vacant look on her face, the rumpled condition of her dress all suggested a girl returning from a night of wild revelry. She ignored the steady trickle of semen running out the lips of her pussy and staining her thighs; Moon's ejaculation had been a large one and the sperm was already beginning to dry on parts of her body.
When she got back to her apartment she made straight for her bedroom and fell upon the bed, not even bothering to remove her dress. She slept for over twelve hours, waking up in the early hours of Monday morning. After fighting her way out of the deep slumber into which she had fallen, she realized that the jangling telephone at her bedside had awakened her.
"Hello," she mumbled into the mouthpiece.
"It's Paul," she heard. "We just got back into town a little while ago. Are you all right?"
"I'm all right," she said, more awake now. "You got loose, then?"
"Yes, someone came shortly after sunup," he told her. "We said that a gang of housebreakers had tied us up. I don't know that the police were very happy with the story but we stuck to it so they had to take it."
"That's good," Linda said.
"Linda, I ... I don't think I'd better see you again," he added, dropping into an apologetic tone. "Outside the bank, I mean."
"You're probably right," she agreed, showing not a sign of regret at his decision to drop her from his life. "I'll see you Tuesday then. Goodbye; thanks for calling."
She hung up the phone and tried to go back to sleep. After spending a fruitless half hour trying to get back to sleep, she got out of bed and pulled off her dress. Switching on the bedroom lights, she stood before her dressing table's mirror and critically examined her reflected self. There was little visible evidence, at that range, of her orgiastic experiences. Her hair was matted and rumpled, of course, but otherwise she looked exactly as she had looked Thursday night when she had again stood before that same mirror and surveyed her naked body.
Her face showed no signs of the lewd, perverted scenes it had witnessed, though when she ran the tip of her scarlet tongue over her lips she could still taste a faint, redolent reminder of sensualitythe remainder of the cunt she had lapped out of Judy's eager young body. Was it possible that she, Linda Maddison, had done so horrible a thing? That she had willingly put her lips to a foul, unwashed pussy, ripe with crusted sperm and stale from long, frequent use, and devoured that unique morsel? She could remember with perfect clarity eating Judy's cunt; she could also remember the other exciting things that had happened to her. Yet it seemed that these things had happened to another creature, not to her.
Linda looked down at her left breast, tracing the pear-shaped outline of the big nipple and remembering. Yes, it had been this very nipple, hard and dark with lusty fervor, which had felt the exciting touch of Judy's pussy; it had earlier been coated with the rank juices from the girl's cunt and it had also felt the magical warmth of the girl's lips and tongue. She dropped her eyes down to her firm, flat belly: yes, there was still a dried, gray crust on her skin, a visible reminder of how someone had aimed a giant, stiff prick at her and directed a flow of hot, spurting come onto her flesh. She remembered the way Joy had sucked him, had fucked him with her mouth and fist until he had been driven to the point of no return, and had then removed her mouth to allow the heavenly shower of scalding love dew to splash down onto her body.
She reached out for a hand mirror and placed it on the bench before the dressing table. Straddling the bench, she positioned herself so she could examine the hairy slit guarding the entrance to her cunt. The golden-brown fur was thickly matted; it seemed as if someone had poured glue over all her loins. This was not glue, however, that dried into gray-white flakes; nor was it glue that gave off such a violently exciting odor. She reached down with both hands, using her index fingers to pull the outer lips of her pussy apart. Immediately a much stronger odor wafted up to her nostrilsthe scent of maleness mixed with her hungry, yearning female slit!
They fucked me! she thought to herself, her eyes narrowing as she examined every area of her pussy. Oh, they fucked me till I thought I was going to die! And none of that tame, gentlemanly kind of screwing that Paul likes so much; they came up to me with great, huge, hard cocks and rammed them in my cunt until I thought I was being split in two! They shoved them in deep, so deep I nearly died, and then shot hot, sticky come all over my cunt! They made me let it drip out so it would make me stink like a common whore, that's what they did!
Linda's examination of herself led to a drastic change in the condition of her pussy. Instead of remaining the small, vaguely warm opening it had been, it now became a huge, inflamed sore, a festering wound begging for attention of the most drastic kind. She responded to the call and drove two fingers of her right hand into the taut, trembling mouth of her cunt. The sudden, angry penetrationshe did not slide the fingers in gently; she rammed them in with a harsh, abrupt gesturebrought a low moan of pleasure to her lips. Suddenly she remembered another exciting vision from the weekend: Joy was kneeling beside her, one hand clasped to her pussy and the other reaching around behind to drive a finger into her avaricious anus. She also remembered, with a sudden flash of sensual feeling, the way she had tingled all over when she felt Moon's heavy, hairy balls rubbing intimately against her own asshole.
"My ass!" she said to herself. "I'll fuck myself in the ass at the same time! Ass and cunt together, that's the way I'll do it!"
She reached back with her free hand and tried to force her middle finger into the tiny, puckered opening between her buttocks. Finding the passage too dry and too narrow to admit her finger, she moistened it in the juicy mouth of her cunt and tried again. This time the finger slipped into place, bringing a muffled squeal of ecstatic approval from deep in her throat. She felt her body responding in every pore as she finger-fucked herself; she remembered flashes of exciting scenes from the weekend and deliberately aroused herself as quickly as she could.
"Fuck!" she murmured in a low, tense tone. "Fuck my ass, fuck my cunt, fuck me everywhere! Oohh, fuck my mouth! Come, you bitch, come all over your hands and make it good!"
Over and over she repeated the lewdest, most obscene phrases that came to mind. Her hips worked to and fro; her buttocks tightened up into hard knots of muscles as she forced her pussy into her hand with ever-increasing vigor. Her middle finger worked its way deeper into her ass, bringing more and more pleasure of a deeply exciting kind, and soon she found herself shaking violently as her womb burst apart, showering waves of exultant joy down into her cunt and over her probing fingers. She spread the fingers apart, stretching the mouth of her cunt as far as possible; the added sensation brought another delicious spasm of sensual delight coursing through her loins.
Linda held her hands in place until the tremors ceased. When she was sure that she had extracted the last morsel of pleasure from her body, she removed her hands. She held up the hand she had used to probe her cunt, sniffing delicately at the strong odor of mixed male-female sexuality; the scent inflamed her brain again and she popped the fingers into her mouth. Her tongue curled against the fingers, tasting the liquid sex, and then she removed her hand.
"No more of that for now," she decided. "I think I'll wash my hair, maybe take a bath."
She began running water into the tub, as was her custom, but after a moment felt a strong urge to take a shower instead. She could not account for the urge; she knew only that she did not want to allow her pussy to sit in a tub of hot, soapy water. She got under the shower and washed her hair well, taking plenty of time, and then rinsed off her upper body. As she lathered the face towel and started to put it between her thighs, she again felt a very strong urge: she found that she actively wanted not to sponge off her pussy.
Strange, she thought to herself. I've always wanted to wash it out before, after a man's shot come into my cunt. But now I think I'll just let it stay the way it is for a whilewe'll see what happens if I let it go without a wash for a few days!
Without even knowing it, she was becoming a captive to Moon's perverted suggestions. Linda felt a very slight sense of uneasiness, as though something were wrong in a very small, very remote corner of her life, but the worry was not great enough to be worth more than a moment's notice. She dried herself off after getting out of the shower and combed out her hair. Taking a look at the alarm clock when she emerged from the bathroom, she saw that it was already four-thirty. Too early for breakfast, she decided, but she did not feel the need to go back to sleep. She wrapped her hair in a dry towel, picked up a robe and then discarded itthe sensation of walking around her apartment nude had a special charm all its own, she foundand finally sat down in her living room's easy chair.
After finding that sitting was even more boring than trying to go back to sleep, she fixed her breakfast. The rest of the morning passed slowly, as she could not shake off the feeling that something was missing from her life. Several times she started to call Paul, but she never even got as far as the telephone; she knew that his ineffectual, timid ways were not what she wanted on that morning. Finally she understood what had been gnawing at her ever since she had awakened; her clitoris was throbbing at a slow, dull pace! The organ's condition was not sufficiently critical for her to resort to masturbation but she was definitely aware of it.
"I'm just horny," she decided. "Well, not really horny, but I could get that way in a hurry!"
A vision of Moon's gigantic cock flashed into her mind and she felt her clitoris respond with a sudden, twanging resonance that took her breath away. Ahh, to have that huge tool spearing her loins again, tearing the walls of her cunt apart and lifting her into transports of sexual elation! She lay back in her chair and spread her legs wide, hoping to ease the pressure on the tiny mound of sexual sensitivity, but nothing she could do would ease its increasing distress. Twice she tried pacifying herself by clawing at her cunt; her probing fingers succeeded only in further arousing her and adding more heat to the flame in her body. She was on the verge of attempting to give herself relief a third time when the telephone arrested her hand's progress.
"Needing a little fuck action?" a coarse, all too familiar voice asked when she answered.
"God, yes!" she breathed, knowing that the caller had the answer to her extremely urgent needs. "I'm dying for a fuck! My cunt's throbbing like a sprained ankle!"
"All right, go over to 117 Elm Street, second floor," Moon told her. "Just walk on in; somebody'll be there to take care of you!"
Linda dressed feverishly, throwing on a dress and forgetting all about bras, panties, and hose. She rushed out of her apartment house and made her way across town to the address, which was located just off the edge of the business district. The apartment was over a bakery, closed for that day's celebration; she went upstairs and opened the door. As soon as her eyes adjusted to the half light of the room she saw that Moon was lying sprawled on a mattress against the far wall. Judy was sitting over him, naked, and had driven the mouth of her cunt down over the broad stem of his cock.
"Come on in," he told her. "And close the door behind you. Get them clothes off and get your ass over here!"
She did as she was told, noticing at the same time that Sky was also in the room. He was stripped too and was sitting in a chair giving him an excellent view of Judy's cunt and Moon's prick. His hand stroked the shaft of his prick as he watched the pair screw.
"Judy's just getting my cock oiled up good," Moon explained. "She's too spaced out to be able to come, but she sure digs feeling a prick going in her hole! She's gonna fuck me awhile longer; you can come over and lick my prick, maybe chew on her snatch while she's fucking me."
"Can't I just have the cock?" Linda asked. "I'm dying to fuck; you know I am. I've been wet and hot all morning!"
"Judy needs a little fun too," Moon said, shaking his head. "Her brain's already cooked; she shot too much speed when she was a kid to be able to tell night from day now, but she deserves a little fun too. You'll do it just the way I tell you to! And as soon as you come over her and start working on us, Sky there'll give your pussy a little rub with his cock. He might even want to ram his dick up your ass!"
Linda's heart throbbed at an even faster clip when she heard that. Her ass still remembered the delirious excitement her finger had provoked that morning and the thought of being fucked there, even by so reprehensible a thug as Sky, made her tremble excitedly.
"All right, I'll do it," she promised, going over to them and dropping to her knees in front of them. "I'll suck you both off and Sky can fuck me, whichever hole he chooses; I don't care what it is as long as I get stuffed with hard cock!"
She was thoroughly under their power by this time. The sights of sex were alone sufficient to put her into an obliging mood and she would gladly have stuffed a white-hot poker into her cunt if Moon had ordered her to do so. She had to twist her neck at an extremely awkward angle in order to get her lips at the spot where Moon's prick entered Judy's cunt but she managed to make the contact. Even before her mouth met their conjoined flesh she smelled the rank odor of aroused sexuality; the stale come and cunt drippings, now warmed by their lust and mingled with the smell of the fresh oils emerging from the girl's body were enough to send her head reeling with erotic shock. She put out her tongue and ran it over the shaft of Moon's cock, then drew it up to caress the enlarged nub of Judy's clitoris.
"Mmm!" Judy cooed, feeling the touch and enjoying it. "She sucks good, daddy; she sucks real good!"
"Get after it!" Moon ordered. "Lick us both, you rotten whore; make me want to shoot my nuts off! Maybe I'll even come in her and you can drink the come outta her cunt!"
Sky came over to them and adjusted himself behind Linda, kneeling at her upraised rump and nudging the head of his cock into the swollen, moist gash running between her thighs. She pressed back against him, moving enough to let him know that she enjoyed the contact and wanted more of it. Moon motioned for his cohort to sink his lance into the girl, which he did with a short, brutal hump. Linda groaned even as she continued to mouth the cunt and the prick before her. Sky's prick seemed as large as a post, due to her excited condition, and she eagerly welcomed its intrusion into her cunt. Sky drove the tool in until virtually all of it was buried in her cunt.
When he pulled it out, her erotic dew had moistened it with a thick, slippery coating. He used a finger to transfer more of the love oil from her cunt to her anus; she writhed sensually as his greasy finger slipped into the tingling rosebud and anointed her with her own lubricant. He removed his finger and nosed his prick up to the wrinkled brown eye between her lovely round buttocks.
"Get ready for it," he growled, relishing the thought of what he was to do. "I'm gonna fuck that little asshole of yours till the come rolls out your ears! You ain't had nothing till you've had my dick up your asshole!"
He steadied himself by holding onto her hip with one hand. The other held his cock firmly against the opening he sought to penetrate. He drove himself forward; her ass held firm for a moment, resisting the pressure, but then it collapsed and his dick slipped into her ass with a quick, darting motion. Linda shuddered, gulped, then moaned as the weapon sent a sheet of white-hot pain blasting through her rear. Sky's cock was far larger than her finger, of course, and he drove it deeper than her finger had ever reached.
At that moment Moon pushed Judy off, tossing her aside as though she might have been a rag doll. She fell over to one side and immediately drove the thumb of her right hand into her cunt, seating it firmly and locking her thighs around it. She began rocking back and forth as she watched the trio complete their dance of lust.
Linda knew exactly what was required of her and she clapped her mouth onto the greasy, slippery head of Moon's prick. Being covered with the acrid, strong pussy drip from Judy's aroused loins made it all the more exciting to her and she drove her face down until the prick's head nudged into her throat. Her tongue curled around it lovingly, seeking to coax the hot, sticky sperm out of it.
"Just keep eating that dick," Moon said, driving his prick into her mouth with short, muscular humps. "Yeah, you got the mouth for it; just keep it up and you'll be drowning in come!"
Sky's cock was now all the way inside Linda's ass. He plastered his loins against her rump, grinding his pubic hair into her buttocks and jiggling slightly as he sought to work himself up to a climax. His balls, dangling low and packed with sperm, rubbed against the lips of her pussy in a way that gave her added pleasure. Without knowing it, she reached back with her left hand to cup those liquid-filled eggs and rub them against the lips of her pussy. She ground them into her clitoris and tried to stuff them into her cunt; she pulled and tugged at them in such a way that Sky let out a strangled whoop of pleasure.
"Get after it!" he cried. "Godamighty, girl, I can feel it coming now! I've really got it coming!"
His climax burst within her bowel like a skyrocket. The come arched out of his prick, inundating the narrow, ultra-sensitive passage. Linda's womb responded with a series of convulsive gasps that seemed to tear it from its moorings. Frantic with orgy lust and tingling from head to foot, she sucked Moon hotly and succeeded in her goal: he muttered an incoherent oath and shoved his cock deep in her mouth just as it began spraying thick morsels of hot sperm. She swallowed eagerly, anxious to ingest the entire discharge, and wasted not a single drop of the rank fluid. She continued sucking the tool long after it had spurted its last drop and quit only when Moon pushed her face away.
Sky pulled himself out of her ass with a sigh of contentment. He looked down at his prick, slimy with the semen he had deposited in her, and beckoned Judy over to him. He motioned to his prick and she fell upon it, sucking it up into her mouth and moaning happily as she tasted the come. Linda had eased herself down into a semi-reclining position and watched with horror as the girl began eating Sky's prick.
"That was just in my ass!" she breathed. "Doesn't she mind?"
"Her? She's so fucked up she probably thinks it's a lollipop," Moon said with a snort of derisive laughter. "That just goes to show you what that speed will do to you!"
"That, along with crossing us," Sky added. "I seen her first a year or so ago when she was just into blowing grass. I hit her up for a blow job and she looked at me like I was a piece of shit. Next time I saw her, about six months later, she was shooting up speed and STP like it was aspirins and so strung out she'd have sucked off a sick moose for another jolt. We let her hang around and ever since then she's been doing whatever we say. I guess she's happy; she gets a little to eat and a needle every once in a while."
Linda shuddered at that tale of horror. Judy acted as though she had not even heard them; she continued mouthing Sky's prick and balls until he tired of her ministrations and rudely shoved her away.
Moon got up from the couch and disappeared into another room. When he reappeared he carried a glass of water, which he handed to Linda. She knew that she was supposed to drink it and she did so, downing it at one gulp.
"Some more of that stuff that makes me feel funny?" she asked.
"What if it is?" he asked. "It ain't enough to get you zonked out very bad, just enough so you'll keep both ears open and listen a little harder when my friend starts asking you questions and telling you things."
"Your friend?" she asked, looking at Sky.
"No, another guy. He oughtta be here pretty soon," Moon told her. "Till then you just lay back there and think about how nice it was to suck one guy and get fucked in the ass by another!"
Linda did as she was told. Within a few minutes she could feel the acid beginning to take effect; it was the same sensation she had felt the time beforeas if she were becoming two persons, each conscious of the other and each fully present. She seemed to be herself, yet also standing aside and looking at herself. They waited a while longer and then she was conscious of a third man sitting in front of her; he had a tape recorder and pointed the microphone at her. He asked her a long series of questions about her job, beginning with her first day at the bank and her subsequent move into Paul's office and her work with the security department. He asked her many questions about the bank's security procedures and systems and he paid special attention to large shipments of currency and securities. When she had answered every question despite the urging of one of her selves to keep quiet about such delicate matters, she could not prevent herself from answering every question as fully as possiblethe stranger put up his tape recorder and left.
"Sounds good," he said as he walked to the door with Moon. "I don't know yet; we'll have the planning department go over it more thoroughly. But it looks good. Either way, there'll be a little something extra for you. If it turns out real good, there'll be a lot more, naturally."
"I figured she might be good for something besides fucking," Moon said, bringing an expression of disgust to the stranger's face.
"What did he say?" Sky asked when they were alone again. "He like the layout? He think she's for real?"
"Ah, who knows about a faggot like that?" Moon snarled, making sure that the door was securely locked. "He says it'll have to be planned out and looked at some more. Jeez, you should have seen his face when I mentioned fucking the broad! He nearly shit a brick!"
"He's probably wishing he could get some of this dick," Sky muttered gleefully.
"Nah, he don't go for nothing but little kids," Moon scoffed. "But you better make sure he don't ever hear you say ithe's one more mean bastardespecially since he's queer!"
They returned to Linda and Moon spent another hour with her, telling her over and over that she was made to submit to men. He had her take his prick in her hands and fondle it while he told her that she could only be happy as long as it was available to her. At the end of the hour, when her continual handling had brought his prick back to the desired state of hardness he tumbled her onto her back and fucked her into a fine frenzy of orgiastic delirium, driving the massive tool deep into her cunt and jabbing it into her with quick, energetic strokes that soon had her crying out wildly. He finished with a few long, plunging thrusts that were enough to bring his balls into an uproarious climax and to leave her cunt drenched with his sperm. Then he made her get up, put on her dress, and leave the apartment.
"I'll get in touch with you tomorrow," he said as she left. "I'll give you a place where you can go and get your cunt packed when you need it. And you'll be needing it, don't worry about that!"
Chapter Eight
Each evening during the following week Linda visited Moon and Sky. One of them would call her, either at the bank or at her apartment after work, and give her an address. She dutifully hurried over to the address as soon as possible. By the time she arrived her thighs were invariably wet with the clear, sweet-scented oil that dripped from her pussy at an increasingly rapid rate whenever she thought of the heady joys waiting for her. More and more her thoughts centered on the pricks of the men who provided the central interest of her life now; more and more she came to be obsessed by their stiff, hot bulk and to want them boring into her in every way.
Paul behaved with a stiff correctness. On the surface, he showed a small amount of concern for her but Linda got a strong feeling that deep inside he would have preferred it if she had dropped out of sight altogether. She ignored his fainthearted concern, as well as his aloof disdain, and performed her work in a methodical, mindless way. From time to time the pressures of her throbbing clitoris and the tingling lips of her pussy would become too great. At those times she would disappear into the ladies' room and lock herself into a stall. Then she would fingerfuck frantically until the action brought her a temporary relief. These trips did little to soothe the deeper hungers that gnawed away at her cunt and she recognized that they were strictly makeshift arrangements: the real relief, the lasting pleasure, she knew, was to be had by submitting to the massive length and cunt-splitting girth of a cock.
Throughout the week she adhered to Moon's dictum and abstained from washing away the increasingly thick accumulation of sperm and pussy drip that crusted her pussy. To her mild surprise, she began like the ripe, rich scent of stale musk; it reminded her vividly of the pleasures she had experienced and whenever she lowered her panties, the resulting influx of sex odors invariably excited her immensely.
"You're getting there," Moon told her one evening as he knelt between her opened thighs and prepared to shoot his lightning bolt into the jellied slit she was holding open for him. "Yeah, that box of yours is getting to where it almost smells decent!"
"Why do you want me like this?" she asked. "I'm getting to where I don't mind itin fact, I rather like the smell of my cunt now!but some people at the bank are beginning to act odd. I'm sure they're offended by me."
"I'm just working you up for the big scene," Moon told her. "You like having your pussy eaten, don't you? You like to sixty-nine?"
"Love it!" she cried. "I love to feel a tongue in my cunt!"
"I can't stand eating one of them fresh, clean, well-washed snatches," he told her, delaying the entry of his cock and relishing the fact that she was growing visibly more impatient for it as they talked. "I like to eat 'em when they've got a lot of taste to 'em. I figure that by about Saturday or Sunday you'll be just about right for some good pussylicking. Maybe by then, if I'm in the mood for it, I'll eat your cunt out for you. How'd that be?"
"I can't wait!" she cried, ecstatic at the prospect. "And then, after you've sucked me off, will you fuck me again? I mean, really drive the cock up my cunt? Being eaten, it always makes me want to fuck some more. A guy's tongue doesn't get in deep enough to make me come all the way, not the way I want to when I'm really turned on."
"Sure, when I eat you I'll make sure that you get all of everything you want," he promised.
At each of their meetings Moon was sure to give her another glassful of the acid-spiked water. These doses were enough to send her into a mild state of euphoria, during which time Moon and Sky impressed upon the girl the necessity for cooperating fully with them. They also continued to tell her that she needed them in the most intimately physical way and that only they could satisfy the needs which, they suggested, would become even stronger and more pressing.
The stranger showed up again at the Thursday meeting. He carried a floor plan of the bank and asked her a series of questions about the placement of guards and alarms. When he was satisfied that he had extracted the last bit of information from her he rolled up his map, unplugged his tape recorder, and left. Moon and Sky exchanged jubilant looks when he had disappeared; they were sure now that their employers were going to use Linda's information and that they would be in line for a substantial bonus.
"Here's another little something you might look forward to for the weekend," Moon said between one of their orgiastic bouts. "Maybe, if you behave yourself and act just the way we want, we might arrange it so you can screw three guys at once. Well, really, you'd be screwing twoone in your cunt and one in your assand you'd be sucking the other one. If you worked it just right you might get 'em to where they'd all three be coming at once. What would you think about that?"
The prospect of such a depraved, thrilling feat filled her with quivering desire and she showed her feelings.
"I'd probably die with joy!" she declared. "But what a way to go! Is it really possible? Could we get arranged altogether to get something like that going?"
"Shit, you blew me once while Sky was fucking your ass, didn't you? Why not just add a third guylet him shove his dick up your cunt while you're getting it those other ways? Me 'n Sky, we've double-fucked Judy lots of times. You know, one of us in her cunt and the other in her ass!"
Linda knew quite well that both the openings between her thighs could be used simultaneously; lately her masturbatory habits had changed and now she invariably fingerfucked herself in both holes at once. Moon also knew this, since he and Sky often forced her to demonstrate her digital skills for them; they found it an effective way to restore their flagging sexual energies after having expended them on her.
At first she had felt very ashamed of herself at allowing them to see the love practices she employed at her most private moments but gradually she had come to find it another source of sexual arousal. The more she masturbated in front of them the more she found it excitingthe motion of having an audience, even one as crude and ribald as Moon and Sky, had an erotic effect of considerable magnitude on her.
"It sounds marvelous!" Linda muttered, already steaming hot over the prospect. "What do you want me to do? How can I earn this privilege?"
She had already succumbed to their suggestions to the extent that she counted it a privilege to be made a sexual plaything of theirs; the change had been almost imperceptible but now it was definitely visible.
"Oh, you'll find out when the time comes," Moon told her. "For right now, how about a double blow job? You know, suck me 'n Sky off at the same time!"
Linda was eager to do their bidding. She could not get both their cocks into her mouth at once, naturally; the huge tool springing out of Moon's loins was itself a mouthful. She settled upon sucking them alternately. She brought them together, face to face, and knelt between them so that she could mouth their organs simply by moving her face from side to side. She grasped their pricks, wet and almost rancid with the week's accumulation of sexual fluids, in her hands and masturbated them at the same time at she was licking the gamey, musky tools.
They liked the way she had solved the problem of serving them both at once and, due to her energetic performance, soon loosed another thick flow of sperm into her eager lips. The ejaculations were too profuse for her to be able to swallow it all and a thick stream of come dripped from her lips, falling down onto her lovely, swollen, tingling breasts. When she had serviced them completely, she fell back and seized her nipples, rubbing the oily glue into her flesh and moaning happily as her tensions mounted. Judy, also present and eager to assist, leaped forward at a word from Moon and plunged her fingers into Linda's cunt, bringing her to a swift and noisy orgasm that left her whimpering on the stained mattress. Moon and Sky looked at each other with triumph; they knew that every time they brought Linda to a crashing climax like this they were solidifying their strange but effective power over her.
They made no attempt to get in touch with her Friday. They had never given her a telephone number at which she could reach them and she knew, for the shabby, transient look of the places at which they met, that they were using the rooms only for the purpose of giving her the treatment she wanted with more and more intensity. Nevertheless, when she had not received the customary call by eight o'clock Friday night, she went to as many of the apartments as she could remember. None was occupied and there was no sign, apart from a few semen stains on the mattresses and a rank air of leftover sex, that anyone had ever been in them. She did not know it but she was followed all during the evening. Moon and Sky trailed her at a safe distance, keeping well back in shadows and looking out only occasionally to be sure that she was still ahead of them. At the end of the evening, when Linda finally gave up and returned to her apartment, they crowed with jubilation.
"She's hooked, she's really hooked," Sky giggled. "You see the look on that face of hers when she turned around under that streetlight? Man, that bitch is wanting it! She's ready for cock!"
"She'll want it a lot more by tomorrow afternoon," Moon promised.
They ignored her until two o'clock Saturday afternoon. By that time, Linda had grown frantic with lust and had spent most of the morning clawing at her loins, always without success. The climaxes she administered to herself only heightened her desire, she discovered; her fingers could not penetrate as deeply as a prick and, more important, they did not culminate their penetration with a long, bursting climax that left her cunt soaked and dripping with creamy sperm. When the telephone at her bedside rang she was paralyzed with expectation for a moment, but then she grabbed it up and answered.
"Start getting ready for it," Moon told her without wasting words on fancy greetings. "Be at this address at two o'clock."
Linda looked at her alarm clock as she scribbled down the address he gave her. She saw with a despairing sensation that it was now only twelve; the thought of having to wait until two o'clock filled her with a nauseous frustration.
"Can't it be before?" she asked, her voice registering the tensions in her anxious body. "I'm dying for it; when you didn't call last night I thought it was all over with! I can't wait another minute for it! I'm going out of my head, I want to fuck so bad!"
"I got hung up with another chick last night," Moon said, emphasizing his words and letting her know that she was not that important to him. "She was a real hot-assed little bitch and by the time she got through with me I couldn't even move. But I got it back now, so you'll be able to work out that cunt of yours. But I'm warning you, not a second before two o'clock! If you get there before two you'll just have to cool it till we get ready for you."
"I'll try," Linda promised. "But don't keep me waiting, please! I'm seriousI really need it this time!"
"If you want to get it, then you'd better do just what we want," Moon threatened. "We mean business and cunt's easy to find in this town, so we don't need you at all, got that?"
"I've got it," Linda replied. "I'll do just what you say, whatever it is. You don't have to worry about me!"
Despite Moon's threat, she could not stay away from the address he had given her. She pulled on a dress hurriedly, combed out her tangled hair and left her apartment. Although she knew that he would force her to wait outside the apartment until he was ready, she could not prevent her feet from carrying her the few blocks to the address he had mentioned. She arrived shortly after one, having forced herself to make several detours, but she seemed drawn to him by an unseen tether. She softly walked up to the door of the apartment and leaned against the doorjamb, her legs were weak with desire and with the urgent need to enclose a man's body. She could hear, through the door, the soft, low sounds of voices within; there was at least one girl inside and several men. Linda realized that they were already amusing themselves with sexual games and that she was being deliberately left out of them. She rapped timidly at the door, hoping against hope that Moon would for once relent.
"Who are you?" a stranger asked, opening the door.
"Linda," she said, looking beyond him to scenes of orgiastic lust. "Linda Maddison. Moon told me to be here."
"Yeah, and when did he tell you to be here?" the stranger asked in a skeptical, sneering tone.
"Two o'clock," she replied, gazing down at the man's fully erect prick and feeling her own sexual organ begin throbbing at an even more painful rate; the man was very nearly as large as Moon and his prick looked as malevolently sensual as a vicar peering at choirboys.
"It ain't two o'clock yet," the man sneered. "Wait."
Before she could protest the door was slammed shut in her face. Linda leaned against it, blinking back the tears of enraged frustration and whimpering piteously. No one came out to attend to her, however, and she had to listen to the sounds of lust coming from inside the room. She had seen Moon; he had been kneeling behind a strange woman, a depraved-looking creature with long black hair and she could tell from his energetic movements that he was driving his mammoth prick into her with uncontrolled joy.
"They're making me wait out here like a mare waiting to be serviced," she told herself bitterly. "The bastards, they're just doing it to make me want to fuck more!"
If that was their goal, it certainly succeeded. When two o'clock came and she knocked on the door again her thighs were dripping wet with her oil of excitement. She had difficulty in walking; every movement of her thighs pulled at the flesh around her throbbing clitoris and sent spasms of man lust shooting through her belly. She made her way into the room and threw off her dress immediately. There was Moon, now lolling on a low couch with his insolent prick drooping across his hairy belly; Sky stood at a bar, mixing himself a drink. There were also two other men; the one who had opened the door earlier for her, still erect, and a short but very bulky black sporting a gigantic Afro hairdo and a prick of an especially intriguing shape.
Linda's eye was caught by the black's tool and she could not bring herself to look away. It was not especially long but it was very thick. The most unusual aspect of the tool, however, was the way it curved to the left. The head was at least two inches off center, she judged, and she wondered how so unusual a prick would affect her. The thought of that thick, dark sword curving into her cunt, rubbing strongly against one side of that ultra-sensitive tunnel, set her afire with new lust.
"We've just been having a little fun with Carol," Moon told her, gesturing over to the girl with the long black hair. "We aim to run a little contestsee which one of you wants prick the most."
"It won't be any contest," Linda promised. "Nobody could want it any more than I do. Nobody!"
"We'll see," Moon said. "First thing, though, let's just see if you're really uptight about being ready to take us on. Why don't you go around and lick every cock in the room? Just to show us you're for real!"
Linda knew that she would have to taste the cunt of this strange woman but the realization only made her all the readier to comply with the perverted requests being made upon her. She began sucking the men, going from one to the other and mouthing their pricks with relish. She felt her nipples growing harder and hotter by the minute; once, kneeling before Sky as she wrapped her tongue around his cock and sucked hungrily, she brushed a nipple against his knee. The sudden, unexpected contact brought a strangled cry of anguished joy to her throat.
"Now go over and eat Carol awhile," Moon ordered when she had favored each man with lavish oral caresses. "Her pussy and asshole have had a pretty good workout so they ought to be just about right for good eating. Go on, she don't mind having a girl's face between her legs."
"Come on, honey," Carol purred, rolling onto her back and spreading her fat, chubby legs wide apart to expose the grotesquely furred slit the men had been using. "I just love being sucked; it don't matter if it's a guy or a chick that's doing it!"
Without even pausing to think about the shame of being forced to devour another woman Linda fell into the required position. Just as Moon had promised the girl's cunt was dripping with accumulated collections of sperm. The rich, sticky cream was all over the huge lips, the insides of her thighs and the inner surfaces of her pussy. Evidently she never washed; the scent of old sex was far stronger than Linda would have believed possible. She lapped hungrily at the fragrant slit and told herself that surely Moon would soon relent and give her the prick she wanted.
"Now the asshole," Carol muttered, swinging her legs up higher and lifting her rump to Linda's mouth. "Oh, honey, them guys just fucked my ass till it was raw, so be careful how you suck it!"
Again Linda complied, running her tongue down the crack between the cheeks of the girl's ass and savoring the collected juices left there. She rimmed the girl easily, caressing the battered anus with her tongue. When she attempted to shove her tongue in deeper, Carol gave a low cry and pushed her face away. "That hurts," she complained.
Moon was now ready for her and he motioned for Terry, the man who had originally opened the door, to mount Linda. He did so, shoving his prick halfway into her cunt and bringing a shriek of pleasure to her throat. Before she could recover her senses enough to churn out the few motions she would have needed to gain the climax, however, he pulled his prick from her cunt and would not replace it.
"Agghh!" she groaned, almost livid with rage at being deprived of the precious tool. "Give it to me! Fuck me, you bastard; I want to come!"
"Calm down," he told her. "It'll do you good to want it a while longer!"
Gloating with insane humor, the men held her down tightly and took turns in tormenting her with their cocks. Carol collaborated, sometimes playing deliciously torturous games with Linda's pussy and then switching to hold her own gamey slit an inch above the girl's contorted face. They took great pleasure in her anguished cries. Moon especially had the key to her desires: he knelt over her and jacked himself off, teasing her by pretending to be nearing a climax. Desperately hungry for pleasure, Linda begged him to shoot off in her face, to drown her in come, but he refused to honor even her most depraved requests.
"Fuck my asshole!" she begged. "My cunt, my mouth, anywhere! Just give me a little cock! I can't live without cock!"
When at last she got her wish and Moon lay over her, shoving a double handful of prick up her tender, swollen cunt she lay still for a moment. She could not even scream, the sensations boiled up within her so quickly and so violently. After a moment, however, she shrieked out wildly and grabbed him with her arms and legs. She threw her loins against his in a moment of furious intensity. Her cunt throbbed and pulsed mightily as she fucked herself back and forth on his mighty prick; each movement of that massive rod sent her into another spasmodic series of shuddering movements until at last she fell back into a limp, sobbing heap of satiated womanhood. Moon had deliberately withheld his climax, though it was not for a moment or two that Linda realized that she had been denied that ultimate pleasure.
"Why didn't you let go with the come?" she complained. "God, it was so fucking good! A nice cuntful of come would have made it even better!"
"I just wanted to make sure that you had something to offer later on," Moon said. "After you find out what we really want you to do."
"For another fuck like that? Especially with a nice come tacked onto it?" Linda asked. "Anything! Just ask!"
She listened closely when Moon began explaining what he and his friends wanted. To her surprise, they did not sketch out some especially depraved act they wanted her to perform. Instead, she learned that they were part of an underworld network living by crime. They wanted her to cooperate in robbing the bank at which she worked! Linda would ordinarily have gone straight to the police had such an idea been so much as hinted at but she was not in an ordinary situation; Moon and Sky had seen to that with their clever use of drugs and their carefully planted series of suggestions. By the time their ultimate aim became clear, Linda was in no condition to resist any of their suggestions. Thus she became a willing tool in their criminal aims.
"You just do your part," Moon promised her, "and we might have a real treat for you."
"What do you mean?" she asked.
"How'd you like to become a permanent part of our gang? You know, live with us? That way, see, you'd be right here handy and whenever you wanted to get your cunt packed, one of us would always be here to give it to you!"
Linda's eyes widened at this. The prospect seemed infinitely appealing to her and she knew immediately that she could not say no to the offer. Her face showed her acceptance and Moon gave her one of his few genuinely companionable smiles.
"I knew you'd see it our way," he told her.
"What do you want me to do?" she asked.
"Not much, just let us know when you've got a big shipment of cash coming in or going out," he said.
"That's easy," she replied. "A week from next Tuesday we're getting off a shipment of old, damaged, unusable currency to the Federal Reserve Bank. Usually there's half a million at least in those shipments, sometimes up close to a million. We're a sort of central clearing house for used bills, you know."
"Beautiful!" he sighed. "Old bills, that's the best kindnobody ever thinks to check them!"
"You'd better be careful," Linda warned. "Whenever we have one of those shipments going out we always hire extra guardssometimes double the number we usually have."
"Somebody'll get in touch with you to work all that out," Moon said. "No sweat about that. For now, girlie, you've got your treat coming up. Remember what I said about taking on three guys at once?"
Linda's eyes brightened at that. She had been deliberately teasing herself ever since Thursday night by thinking about so deliriously exciting a feat and now it was to be made real! Moon ordered her to get over Lew, the black, and to get the head of his prick planted just in the mouth of her cunt. He got up behind her, intending to skewer her asshole with his own hefty rod and Sky knelt beside her head, offering his own cock to her lips. She took it readily, popping the head into her mouth and lurching backward slightly to get more of her cunt's rim around Lew's prick. Moon motioned for Carol to come to him and lubricate his cock with a kiss; she did so and then aimed it at Linda's anus for good measure. Within less than a minute, three pricks were boring into Linda's body from different angles and she was assaulted by a bewildering variety of sensations.
The erotic thrills blasted away at her nervous system, relentless and severe, until she felt that she was being pulled apart.
Terry, left out of the exciting figure, pulled Carol over to him and forced her head down onto the shaft of his own swollen prick. She sucked methodically, twisting her head so she could watch Linda being fucked mercilessly, and fingered her own ripe pussy at the same time.
Linda's body was subjected to too many stimuli for her to be able to reach a satisfactory climax. Even so, she felt a wave of deep, utterly sensual satisfaction sweep over her as she took the pricks deep into her body. The knowledge that she was pleasing three men at once thrilled her, even though the pleasure did not lead to the usual orgasm.
Sky, planted deep in her throat, was the first to demonstrate his pleasure. When she felt his cock begin to quiver and then to spurt out the long, hot jets of sperm, she groaned happily, secure in the knowledge that she was receiving the full fury of his lusty arousal. Moon and Lew joined him soon after. Their pricks, lying side by side in her inner tunnels, pulsed rhythmically and emptied the contents of their balls in a series of spine-tingling gushes.
"That was the best ever," Linda whispered as they pulled away from her. "I never thought it could be that good, not ever!"
"Hell, if balling one guy is good," Moon reasoned, "then balling three guys would be three times as good. It stands to reason!"
"Ever have any black dick before?" Lew asked, looking at Linda with a gloating expression.
"No, you were my first," she replied.
"What did you think about it?"
"It's okay," she said. "No better than what I've been used to, but not any worse either."
For some reason her answer delighted them all. They broke out a jug of wine and passed it around, spreading good cheer around the room. Linda felt that somehow she had become a part of them and she joined in the celebration, though she knew nothing about what was being celebrated. She spent the rest of Saturday and most of Sunday in the apartment. Most of the time was devoted to sex in some form and Linda lost count of the number of times she held a spurting cock in some part of her body. By the time she left, on Sunday afternoon just before sundown, her fierce sexual appetite had been dulled and she walked back home secure in the knowledge that she would not be needing sexual stimulation for a while. At least, she told herself that she would not need it.
Chapter Nine
Moon had trained Linda far too well, had warped her mind far too completely, for her to be able to deny the fact, however. He had converted her into an avaricious prick lover, a woman possessed with a ravenous hunger for sexual pleasure. As a result, her euphoria, resulting from the long period of orgiastic excess, lasted only until early Monday morning. She awoke with a vague yearning eating away at the slit between her legs and she knew that she was now completely under his power.
"I'll never get enough of it!" she muttered to herself as she rolled onto her side and slipped her hands down onto her pussy. "The bastard, he's got me really hookedand I'm loving it, every bit of it! And every inch they feed me!"
Only the thought that soon she would be with the gang permanently kept her from taking some drastic stepshe did not know what it would be, but she felt the need for some kind of actionto remedy her distressing condition. There were times when she toyed with the idea of becoming a prostitute, though she knew that she lacked the business sense she would need if she were to make a success at practicing that ancient profession. Nevertheless she found it amusing and rather exciting to visualize herself walking the streets, propositioning every man who passed by, and being accepted by most of them. The succession of strange men, all interested only in a few moments' worth of pleasure with her body, fascinated her.
I'm just horny, she said to herself. In spite of that workout on Saturday and Sunday, I'm still as hot for it as a teenager at her first prom! It would be nice, though, to spend the night with a fellow again, to go to sleep after a long, juicy screw and wake up with come plastered all over us both. And then to wake him up by sucking him off!
Moon took care that Linda did not lose the conditioning she had already received. He called her nearly every day, missing only once between that Monday and the day before they were supposed to rob the bank, and gave her the address of a place where she could meet him and one or more of his cohorts. She kept these appointments religiously and walked away from the assignations with a sense of again having fulfilled her own special destiny.
"Something special for you tonight," Moon said when she met him for the first time after the Saturday-Sunday orgy. "I figure it's about time you had your cunt eaten proper!"
Linda was transfixed with delight at this. She had been missing the unique thrill of having a man's face between her thighs. True, Carol and Judythe only two women she had yet seen in the company of the gangoften went down on her but Linda quickly decided that however tender and skillful a woman might be at eating pussy, there was nothing quite like the brutal, anxious, pressing way a man did it.
"If you want to," she said, automatically reaching down to caress the tingling bud of her clitoris. "But I'm warning you, I haven't washed it since before that time at the beach house, so it's getting pretty awful down there. At least, most people would say so. The girls at work are beginning to think I have a disease or something; they've been giving me funny looks and talking about deodorants, 'feminine hygiene,' things like that."
"You won't have to put up with them cunts much longer," Moon told her, stretching out on his back and licking his lips in anticipation of the feast she was cradling between her thighs. "Hey, that reminds me, you'd better tell your banker friend that you're quitting next week. Make up some kind of excuse; tell him you're going up North or something. We don't want you disappearing from there without anybody knowing anything about it."
"I'll do it tomorrow," Linda promised as she knelt over his head. "I'll give him a hint that it's because ... well, because of that weekend. He hasn't been at all friendly as of late and I think hell be glad to see me getting out of there."
"No, turn around the other way," Moon told her as she got over him with her face toward his head. "Let's suck each other at the same timea little sixty-nine might be just what you need today."
Linda made the required adjustment and settled into place. Moon's cock lay limply across his belly; she would have the additionally delightful task of bringing it to an erection.
"What a change a few weeks can make!" she marveled as she took his flaccid prick in her hand and pulled the thick foreskin off the head. "When I went down to that beach house with Paul I'd have been terribly offended if a fellow had even wanted to fuck after he'd been with another woman. And now, seeing all this dried, leftover come on your dick, smelling all the women who've come on it, it just makes me want to eat you all the more! What's happened to me?"
"Then you were a stuck up, prissy little bitch," he told her, admiring the healthy, gamey pussy that she held just above his face. "You hadn't ever had your asshole fucked; you didn't know much about screwing or sucking; you didn't know much of anything except that you liked cocks. Now, you've found out what it's all about! Now shut up and start eating dickI want you to get me hard and then give me a blow job!"
Linda could not help remembering her affected daintiness before that momentous weekend, when Moon and Sky had invaded the beach house; she wryly contrasted the girl she had been then with her present position. Realizing that she would then have been horribly offended at what she was now about to do, she also understood that the contrast between what she had been and what she was now could also be a source of sexual stimulation.
She tried to put herself in the place of the earlier Linda and to stand away from herself and Moon, detached and objective, so she could watch the lewd acts they were performing on each other. She saw herself kneeling over him, knees widespread and pussy wide open to his lips; she saw herself fondling that semen-encrusted prick, ripe with the juices of who knows how many cunts. The vision was an exciting one and she sucked up the head of his prick in a greedy gulp.
The acrid tastes fired her senses, turning her tongue into a dervish of erotic activity, and she engorged the entire flaccid length of prick into her mouth. She tried to stuff his heavy balls into her lips too but of course there was no room; she had to release her grip upon the prick in order to suck up the heavy, sperm-laden eggs. The cunt drippings and semen from old encounters were on his bag too and she rolled the big lumps of maleness around in her mouth. She covered his bag with kisses, working farther down between his legs and bringing her lips closer to his ass.
"Hey, you've really got the right idea!" Moon murmured, spreading his legs apart and lifting his rump slightly to afford her easier access to the target her depraved senses had selected.
He still had not attacked her pussy. His fingers had been busy at spreading the lips and fondling the area around the slit, but he had not yet touched her sex flesh with his own lips. He pursed his lips and blew on her, riffling the tender, curling hairs with his breath. Linda shivered at the strange, deliciously exciting touch of air. He inhaled deeply, sniffing of her aromatic opening, and grinned with perverted delight.
"This little cunt is ready for eating," he muttered to Sky, who sat nearby watching. "Man, is she ever ready for it! And the hotter she gets, the more it makes that cunt of hers stink!"
He forced the lips of her pussy wide apart with his strong fingers, opening her up completely, and stuck out the tip of his tongue. He touched her lightly, merely grazing her excited flesh, but even that contact was enough to bring a groaning, wailing approval to her throat. Linda flexed the muscles in her hips and thighs, enjoying the slight added tension she could bring to bear on her tortured pussy and clitoris. Moon seized her buttocks in his rough hands and squeezed hard, crushing and kneading the sensitive flesh in a way that again made her moan with ecstasy. His tongue glided near her swollen clitoris, now an angry cone of aroused womanhood, but did not touchhe was too canny to attack the very seat of her sensuality and preferred to work up to it gradually. Linda's hips began weaving back and forth as the hot lust mounted in her loins.
Her tongue now played over the rim of Moon's asshole. Rimmed with dark, curly hair of an extraordinary fineness, the small opening attracted her tongue like a magnet. She tried to ram her tongue into the very mouth of his ass. She ignored the myriad flavors that assaulted her tastebuds as she rimmed him, flavors redolent of things that set her aflame with desire, and concentrated on forcing her tongue deeper into his asshole.
"I'm fucking a man with my tongue!" she thought to herself as she stiffened her tongue and tried to gouge it farther into the ripe opening. "It's just like he was doing it to me; I'm doing something to him that he can do to me!"
Her hands did not ignore the rapidly hardening prick, however. She grasped him firmly in her fingers, rubbing his cock against her throat in an effort to excite herself. She was so fully aware of his prick and what she was doing to his asshole that she did not even feel his tongue gliding back and forth in her moist, slippery furrow. Moon secured her wholehearted attention by jabbing a finger, thoughtfully moistened in that same crevice, into her asshole. She threw up her head abruptly, uttering a strangled oath when she felt his finger probe deep into her own bowel.
"Agghh!" she cried, writhing in sensual agony as the finger radiated sexual delight through her rear. "Do it, do it, do it!"
Moon chuckled at that and removed his finger; he had sought only to disrupt her concentration on him and to prepare her for another round of teasing torment.
"Fingerfuck my ass, baby, run your finger in it and give me an ass job," he ordered. "You can pretend your finger's a cock and I'm a faggot!"
Utterly helpless before the stern power of his will, she complied. His asshole was already slippery, due to the activity of her tongue, and her middle finger slipped easily into place. Linda felt another wave of sensuality slip over her as she watched her finger enter his body; the thought struck her that this was exactly what her own asshole looked like as it was being punctured by a finger. In a way, she thought, it was like watching herself being subjected to the lewdest kind of caresses and this thought also made her even more excited.
"Don't forget the cock," he reminded her. "Go down on it, you bitch, run it all the way in!"
She did so but was quickly distracted by the way Moon tongued and bit her own throbbing wound. He plastered his mouth against her pussy and sucked in a mouthful of her most intimate flesh, then began gnawing roughly at the tingling lips. His teeth crushed the lips of her pussy, mangled her clitoris, and excited her to the utmost. She rolled and ground her hips aimlessly, pulling against the inexorable pressure of his lips and teeth; the added stimulation was immense and she was forced to lift her mouth off his cock and cry out for relief.
"Fuck it deep!!" she pleaded, tossing her head from side to side and snuggling against Moon's mouth in an effort to coax him into doing her bidding. "Oh, tongue-fuck me, do it to me!"
He dug his finger into her asshole again, giving her another and different kind of pleasure, then tensed his tongue and shot it deep. It rubbed against the rim of her cunt, bringing squeals of delight to her lips, and slithered into the honeyed opening. He drove his tongue as deep into her cunt as it would go and then removed it. Again he thrust it home, only to withdraw it; he repeated the in-and-out motion over and over until she was shaking from head to foot. The orgasmic shocks rippled cleanly through her body and brought cries of agonized delight to her lips. She held herself up on her extended arms, tense and responsive, as he continued to drive his stiff tongue in and out of her convulsively grasping cunt. Her clitoris was mashed against his chin; the stubble of his day-old whiskers scraped her cruelly but she felt nothing more than a massive fog of orgiastic pleasure spreading outward from the throbbing cone of femininity.
Moon sucked eagerly at the cascade of cunty oils released by her tumultuous climax and heated to almost a boil by her extended arousal. She remained on him for several minutes, enjoying the last flickers of feeling, then gently lowered herself down until she was prostrate on his belly. His prick rested against her lips but she could not find the energy she needed to resume sucking it.
"What a way to come!" she marveled in a low, husky whisper. "Oh, baby, I thought I was going to cream forever! Did you like it? Do you still like the taste of my cunt? Did I come enough for you?"
"It was okay," Moon replied. "But I thought you were going to suck me off too."
"I was trying," she murmured, now aware that she had forgotten all about his cock, 'Taut when I started coming I couldn't do anything; I didn't even know you had a prick! That's how much you were fucking me; you just drove it out of my prick-loving mind! But don't worry, honey, I'll suck it for you; I'll suck that cock till it can't stand up at all!"
"I know you will," he told her, "but that can wait for a while. Why don't you try something else first? Carol's in the next room; she's got a little dingus she wants to try on you. She'd like to see what it's like to fuck a girl, so why don't you give her a chance?"
"Anything," Linda promised. "You know I'll do anything for you!"
Carol appeared on command; it was almost as he she had been listening through the closed door. Linda looked up and stiffened in horror: the girl carried a brutally large dildo, a knobby, thick tool made of rubber, and she was coming forward with a look of erotic excitement on her face.
"She's not going to ... not with that!" Linda moaned, shrinking back as her eyes remained glued to the massive tool.
"Sure, it'll feel just like a cock," Moon told her. "See, she's strapping it on now and it fits right where a cock oughtta be. Come on, baby, roll over and let her hump it to you dog fashion. You can suck my dick while she's fucking you, if you like."
That reward alone made it possible for Linda to submit to the humiliation of being skewered by the wicked-looking tool that now jutted out from Carol's pussy. It was easily as large as Moon's prick and had the additional feature of being thickly crusted with wartlike projections. Linda shuddered with apprehension when she imagined what that obscenely shaped tool would do to her cunt.
"Don't worry about it," Carol advised her as she knelt behind her rump. "The bumps aren't all that hard; they won't scratch. And girls always have a lot of stretch in their cunts anyway. Hell, I've been fucking myself with this all morning!"
Linda concentrated fiercely upon the prick Moon placed below her lips but she could not ignore the fact that her pussy was being stretched to the utmost by the tremendous tool attached to Carol. She felt it with acuteness, even the warts, and felt a flood of revulsion sweep over her. She did not understand the reason Moon and Sky delighted in forcing her to perform these obscene, unnatural acts with other girls and she hated herself for even the small twinges of pleasure she felt when doing them. She understood, though, that it was necessary to submit to them if she were going to continue to have free access to the pricks she had grown to love and need with such desperate urgency. That understanding alone was enough to ensure her acquiescence and thus she fought down the urge to resist when Carol shoved the dildo into her cunt.
Fortunately Moon's prick was exciting enough, and her cunt was disciplined enough, for her to become less aware of Carol's obscene actions. She found herself devoting herself more and more to Moon's prick and soon she was so engrossed in bringing him to a climax that she thought of nothing else. Her hands roamed over his loins, stroking the prick and fondling the ballsand even venturing down to toy with his asshole. Moon enjoyed it all and held her head in his hands as he worked his prick around in her mouth.
"Get ready!" he warned, giving an especially violent hump and shoving his cock into her throat. "I can feel it now; you're gonna get more come than you know what to do with!"
He had overestimated his discharge and Linda easily swallowed the entire load of sperm. As she sucked and swallowed, she felt her cunt swell up to the bursting point and deliver yet another forceful climax; Carol ignored her joy and fucked steadily, working the cunt-smeared dildo in and out with a slow, rhythmical motion. When Linda fell off Moon, exhausted and limp, she also slipped off the dildo strapped to Carol's loins. The blunt, grotesque projectile reared up as if it were seeking another victim.
That was the last time Linda saw Carol. Twice more during the week before the robbery was to come off, Judy was present when she met Moon and Sky; once she was told to mouth the girl's cunt but otherwise her sexual activities were limited to the two men. They tapered off the doses of the drug they had given her, allowing her only three glasses of the spiked water during the week. Moon explained that since she was learning so well to obey their commands there was no longer any need for the powerful mind-opener.
Paul seemed gratified when Linda handed him her letter of resignation from the bank. He asked her to stay until the following Tuesday the day Moon and his friends were supposed to rob the bankin order to prepare the necessary papers for the large shipment of currency to the Federal Reserve bank where it would be destroyed. On her last day of work he fairly glowed with happiness; it was all too apparent that he was glad to be rid of her.
"Don't you want to clear out your desk?" he asked at the end of the day when she prepared to leave.
"Maybe I'll come back and do it tomorrow," she said, shrugging indifferently. "If I don't, don't worry about it; just throw it all away. There's nothing in there that I want."
Chapter Ten
The plan called for Linda to go to the bank early Tuesday morning and be admitted with the rest of the work force, who customarily entered by a small side door opening onto an alley running beside the bank. Moon pointed out that she would very likely be allowed to enter with the other office girls, as though she had not resigned; she could tell the girls that she was stopping by to clear out her desk. She knew nothing about the rest of the plan since they had thought it best not to give her any more information than she needed. She had been told that after they had cleaned out the vaultdue to open twenty minutes before the bank opened for businessshe would be taken along, ostensibly as a hostage.
"Get in and be quick about it!"
Linda looked up with surprise at the familiar voice. She had just stepped out of her apartment house on her way to the bank. Moon stood beside the open door of a panel truck, beckoning impatiently to her.
"What's wrong?" she asked, hurrying to get inside. "I thought I'd see you at the bank!"
"There ain't no bank left!" he snapped as the driver put the truck in gear and eased away from the curb. "A bunch of hippies or Commies or Black Pantherssomebody, whoever it was laid a truckful of dynamite up against it early this morning and set it off. The whole fucking block's supposed to be leveled. We just heard about it on the radio when we were pulling out."
"Now what?" she asked, trying to digest that startling news.
"So now we do what we'd have done anyway," he said. "We take out for the hills and lay low. No telling what's going to happen now but we're hauling ass outta this place!"
Linda looked around in the panel truck. There, on a low bench running down one side, sat Sky, Lew and Terry; there were also a couple of strange men, whom she had never seen before, sitting against her side of the truck.
"Why don't we knock off a piece of that while we're driving across town?" one of the men suggested, giving Linda a hungry look. "If we ain't gonna get to fuck her later on, how about now?"
"Get after it if you want," Moon told him. "But be quick about itwhen we get to where that car's stashed you're getting the hell outta here whether you're screwing or not!"
"It won't take long, not with a hot-looking cunt like that shaking her ass," the man said, rising up onto his knees and opening his fly. "Come on, girlie, get your ass down on the floor and gimme a screw!"
Moon looked over his shoulder and motioned for her to do as the man said. She lifted up her skirt and ripped off her panties, then lay flat on the hard floor of the truck. The metal was cold against her naked flesh but she paid no attention to that; she concentrated her attention upon the prick the man had brought forth. He jacked himself off briefly, bringing the rod up to the proper degree of hardness, then lay over her. He guided the tool into place and sheathed it in a quick stroke that brought a sigh of delight to her lips. Though his prick could not begin to compare with the sizable tools she had grown accustomed to having, it was large enough to make her coo with pleasure as it whipped in and out Of her cunt.
"Ahhh," she sighed, locking her legs around the man's hips and rocking back and forth easily as he fucked steadily. "It's beautiful, just beautiful!"
The man surprised her with the speed of his climax. He had not given her more than a dozen strokes when suddenly he stiffened up, grunted heavily and then fell upon her with another bull-like thrust that drove all his prick home. She felt him begin to come and then, animated by the violence of his ejaculation, began twisting and writhing furiously.
"Hot damn, she's some kind of screw!" the man marveled after he had spurted the last drop of come into her hungry cunt. "Moon, you sure got her trained right!"
"She's just a regular cock lover," Moon agreed. "And when we get up at that cabin, she's gonna get more prick than she ever dreamed of!"
"Wish I could be there," the man said. "But I got to head South."
He pulled his prick out of her, wiped it carefully on her thigh and replaced it in his trousers. They arrived at the getaway car shortly after he had gotten off her; he and the other man Linda had never met got out and the truck pulled away. Linda remained sprawled on the floor, skirt up around her waist and semen dripping steadily from the lips of her pussy. She had not had an orgasm, of course, but the satisfaction of knowing that she had given full sexual pleasure to another man left her drowsy and relaxed. Lew eyed her naked thighs and lower body for a few minutes, getting visibly excited by the enticing prospect, then he knelt down to open up his own fly.
"Man just can't look at pussy like that without doing something about it," he said with a laugh as he brought out his prick and leaned over her. "Come on, girl, let's see if I can't do a better job of pussy bumping than Mousey did!"
She opened her thighs again and locked them behind him as his cock slid into her cunt. The peculiar shape of his tool caused it to rub against the right wall of her cunt in a way that made her wild with sensual hunger. Lew liked to hold himself suspended above her and watch as she worked her cunt back and forth the length of his cock. Just when she had brought herself to a fever pitch of readiness and was already beginning to gasp with wonder at the miracle occurring within her loins, he fell upon her and began thrusting quickly. His added stimulation was enough to shove her over the brink and she became a twisting, shuddering mass of climactic flesh.
"Get after it!" he whooped as her hips began churning madly about his cock. "Oh, momma, fuck that black dick of mine! Keep it up, child, and you'll get your cunt sprayed proper!"
"Let go of it!" Linda shrieked, holding tightly onto him and gripping him fiercely with her clenched thighs. "Shoot it all, baby, shoot the come up my cunt!"
When Lew's balls twitched and then overflowed in a series of powerful jets that shot the sticky cream into every corner of her womb, Linda's joy was complete. Not only had she achieved the very pinnacle of sensual feeling herself, she had also provided a man with the same pleasure. Knowing this, she also knew that she had done exactly what Moon had taught her to do. She gathered the black to her and hugged him tightly, exultant in his pleasure; her cunt gave a few additional twitches of pleasure.
For the rest of the five hours it took them to get to the remote mountain cabin selected for the hideout, Linda served a succession of cunt-hungry men. She sat up after Lew had pulled himself off her and finished stripping, an act bringing cheers of approval from the men, then she lay back with an expectant look. One after the other they piled onto her, eager to get their pricks into her brimming, sperm-laden pussy. She welcomed them with open arms and spread thighs. Even Moon crawled over the top of the front seat and took his turn; he waited until all the men in the back of the truck had plumbed the depths of her cunt before sinking his own massive plunger into the well-oiled sheath she held out to him. As soon as he had worked himself into a fine frenzy and had shot forth a generous amount of sperm, he called out to the driver.
"Hey, Willie! Wanna get back here and give this cunt a workout? Four of us have fucked her already and she's acting like she could take four more!"
Willie agreed and pulled the truck over to the side of the road. Moon drove while he lay atop Linda, working his prick in and out of her taut, grasping cunt, then brought himself to a long, shuddering orgasm.
"That's a nice introduction," Linda muttered jerkily after they had pulled themselves apart. "Nothing like a fuck to get a good friendship under way! And I'm going to have to spend a month in the mountains with you guys? All five of you? Man! This is going to be a month I'll remember for a long time!"
"It might not be a month," Moon told her. "What with those crazies blowing up that bank and queering our scheme, we might pull out before then. It just seemed like a good time to get out of town, the big boy said."
"It doesn't matter to me," she replied. "I'm sure glad none of you guys are faggots; it'd be a shame to let any dick go to waste!"
"Nothing to worry about there," Sky told her. "These guys are all hot for pussy. You'll get blisters and callouses on that snatch of yours and you may need a retread before very long!"
Linda would have liked to take on two of the men at once, perhaps combining a screw with a blow job, but they were too cramped in the back of the panel truck to be able to arrange themselves satisfactorily. She amused herself by constructing ways in which she could satisfy all of them at once; the idea served to keep her constantly aroused. By the time they pulled up in the garage of the cabin where they were to stay, she had had a series of violent orgasms and was thoroughly whipped down. None of the men had any desire left either and they celebrated their arrival by going to sleep.
When she awoke, Linda felt a prick nuzzling between the cheeks of her ass. She came awake gradually, stirred into consciousness by her throbbing pussy as well as by the bar of iron-hard flesh nosing between the tops of her thighs. She decided to keep her eyes closed in order to heighten the suspense; being fucked by a man whom she did not recognize, she decided, gave the act an added dimension of depravity and she quickly became fully aroused.
"Do it to me!" she sighed when the man slipped the head of his prick into the mouth of her cunt. "I don't know who you are, but I like the feel of that cock! Just keep shoving it home!"
The man said nothing, preferring to let his prick do the talking. It spun out an eloquent tale of lust; Linda's cunt responded in kind and the two sexual organs probed and caressed each other until both sang hymns to the glories of sensual excess. When Linda at last rolled over and opened her eyes she saw that Terry was the one who had dealt her so full a measure of ecstasy.
"I started to peek when you first put it in," she said, giving him a conspiratorial smile, "but I was enjoying it so much I didn't. Besides, I thought it was sort of an extra treat, not being able to see who it was."
"Some chicks swing that way," he told her. "It takes all kinds."
When the rest of the crew woke up, Linda fixed them a meal. She prepared a big pot of soup, thickening it with added beef and potatoes until it was more nearly a stew, and added cheese sandwiches on the side. They stuffed themselves and then Linda cleaned up. Moon detailed Terry to help her with the dishes, a thoughtfulness rare for him.
"We don't want her to wear herself out washing dishes," he explained.
"That's right," Sky agreed, belching mightily. "She's got to keep some energy back for fucking!"
The weather was very warm, despite the high altitude, and the men were all stripped. They sat Linda down in their midst and told her to recount for them her very first sexual experience. She had to think for a moment in order to decide exactly what they wanted and then she decided to tell them about her first lover. She described the evening when she surrendered her virginity; she had been fifteen and her lover was the same age. Neither of them had ever made love before and she remembered the experience had not been a satisfying one.
"He just got my panties down and crawled on," she explained. "I didn't know what was going on; I didn't even know I was supposed to fuck back at him. I just laid there in the front seat of his parents' car and let him screw me. It didn't take him but just a few seconds to come and it was over before I knew what was going on."
This story did not satisfy them and they insisted that she describe each of her lovers in detail. Linda hesitated, reluctant to bring such intimate matters out in the open, but one look at Moon's glowering face was enough to convince her that she must do exactly what he said. She took a deep breath before launching into the long story, but once she got started she found a peculiar excitement in discussing the habits and oddities of each of her prior lovers. She dwelt with particular emphasis on the man, a college senior whom she met during her first and only year at college, who had taught her to enjoy oral lovemaking.
"That guy, he loved pussy about as well as anybody I ever saw," she said. "Except you guys, of course. He had this hangup about eating only clean ones, though; he'd always get me in the shower first and we'd wash each other off good before we went back to bed. At first it struck me as awful that a man would want to kiss my cuntit was always so drippy, so juicy. But he seemed to like it that way, as long as I'd washed it off just before he started sucking me."
"When did you start sucking him?" Terry asked, his eyes alight with a fiery sensual interest.
Linda went on to describe how she had come to take his prick into her mouth and how, gradually, she had convinced herself that it would be nice to keep it there until he deposited a generous portion of his hot love cream in her waiting throat. This account excited her audience and when she had finished describing her first blow job Terry rose to his feet. He went over to a cupboard and brought out two lengths of cotton rope.
"I think this little cunt would like to be tied up, blindfolded, and then gang-fucked," he said, giving her a wicked leer. "She sounds like just the type who would get a big bang outta something like that!"
Even though she felt her clitoris twang with sexual expectation at that Linda protested; she hated the idea of being bound up like a package of meat from the butcher and forced to submit to whatever depraved whim the group might have. Her protests were to no avail, of course, and she quickly found her hands and ankles bound together. Moon ripped a sleeve off his discarded shirt and used it to make a blindfold. When he had finished she could see nothing at all. Someone rolled her onto her side and tied her knees up toward her breasts, forcing her to assume the foetal position; this pose allowed the lips of her pussy to peep between her thighs and it made an interesting target for the group's lust.
Lew fixed himself behind her, aiming his wickedly curved spike into the junction of those two dark folds of whiskered woman flesh. Linda knew that someone was over her, was penetrating her pussy and probing at the mouth of her cunt in a way that sent fiery fingers of lusty arousal coursing over her entire body. Another man leaned over her face and silently dangled his erect prick into her lips; she automatically opened her mouth to receive the proffered organ and began sucking it. The taste of old cunt and dried come immediately assailed her taste buds, making her even more ready to experience the limits of sexual pleasure and to administer them to others. She brought her bound hands up so that she could caress the man's ballsit was Sky who had taken the chance to get his prick suckedand did what she could to provoke the seminal blast she wanted so much.
Lew whipped his curiously shaped cock in and out of her cunt rapidly, over and over, until the lips of her pussy were covered with white foam. He withdrew the curved tool to the very opening of the girl's cunt, bringing moans of delight into her throat, then plunged it home again with quick, skewering thrusts that struck at the very core of her being. Since her thighs were close together, the cuntal orifice was naturally somewhat more constricted. The relatively tighter passage soon had its effect on the man's sensitive prick, as well as upon Linda herself, and they began to come at almost the same time. Lew excited himself further by continuing to piston his spurting cock in and out of the tight, juicy sheath leading into her womb. Finally, giving a groan of sensual pleasure, he drove his prick home with one last burst of energy and held it there as the tool dribbled out its last droplets of hot sperm.
Linda's long, quivering climax gave added impetus to the action of her lips and tongue. She sucked Sky with a wild, orgiastic abandon but could not persuade his balls to give up the load of semen they contained. He jacked himself off in an effort to give her the feast she sought but neither of them could provide the final stroke needed to trigger his climactic burst. Finally he lifted himself off her with a muttered oath of regret and moved to one side.
"Don't take it away!" Linda begged, reaching out blindly in an effort to regain the treasure that had been taken from her. "I'll make you come; I'll do something to make you shoot off! Just let me try it some more!"
Sky obstinately refused to come near her again. Moon, however, showed no such reluctance. As soon as Lew had moved away from her rump, he replaced him, seating his own more generously proportioned prick in the cunt the black had prepared for him. Even before Lew's mighty blast of sperm had drained from her cunt, Moon shoved his own thick spike into the tender crevice and lunged forward in a brutal thrust. Over half his iron-hard rod disappeared into her cunt and she wailed piteously as her flesh was sundered.
Already thoroughly lubricated by Lew's voluminous discharge of sperm, as well as by her own lusty excitement, Linda's cunt easily admitted the thick shaft that Moon drove home. Her flesh was tight but parted easily before his inexorable pressure. The tool probed deeper, nuzzling into the mouth of her cervix and spreading that tender trap in a way that brought guttural cries of savage joy to her lips. Even though she had just had a very satisfying orgasm, she felt another building up in her loins and began wriggling energetically in an effort to bring her body to another peak of sensual feeling. The constricted position in which she lay interfered with her free movement and she could not grind her clitoris against his body in the way she would have preferred. Nevertheless Moon's thrusting cock provided her with enough friction to reach a very high degree of arousal.
He suddenly removed his cock from her cunt and scurried around to present the juicy rod to her lips. She took it eagerly; the mingled tastes of her own cunt, together with the acrid cream left by the men who had fucked her earlier were enough to bring her the rest of the way. As she mouthed and tongued the head of his prick, her cunt again collapsed in a series of thundering spasms. Moon finished the job, jacking himself off and holding his prick against her lips as his balls spurted forth a flood of scalding love cream. Linda swallowed it greedily; the sensation of having his prick in her mouth as it began to demonstrate the extent of his pleasure filled her with satisfaction. She caressed the flaring head with her tongue as it pumped out jet after jet of come.
Terry had been fondling his large prick while the other men had had their fun with the tethered girl. He enjoyed the sight of her struggling against the ropes as they plundered her sexual resources and his cock had grown out until it resembled an inflated, overheated sword. Now that he was fully aroused, he fitted himself into the opening which Moon had vacated and filled her cunt once more with prick. After allowing the tool to remain there for a moment, he slowly pulled it out and then redirected it at the tinier opening just to the rear.
Linda tensed her buttocks when she felt the prick nudge at her asshole. Even though she was still in the final stages of her climax, she was aware of what was going on and she knew that she would soon be sodomized. Forcing herself to relax, she gave herself over to the most unnatural of acts. Terry forced his prick into the puckered brown ring guarding the entrance to her bowel, dilating the flesh and making it a perfect oval. His prick sliced into her like a knife into warm butter.
"Oohh! You're tearing my ass apart!" Linda gulped, able to speak once she had dropped Moon's prick from her mouth and swallowed the last drop of his sperm. "God, you're ripping me in two!"
She exaggerated the extent of her dilation, of course, but Terry's cock was indeed stretching her anus almost to the limit. The taut ring of her anal sphincter clutched him tightly, giving him an additional fillip of pleasure. He carefully adjusted the depth of his prick so that her anal opening gripped his cock exactly at the place where the head joined the shaft, the most sensitive portion of the entire tool. Once he had secured this hold, he began weaving his hips around in ever-increasing circles. Linda's asshole thus worked an exciting magic upon the tenderest part of his cock, a fact substantiated by the grunts of savage pleasure Terry began to admit.
"Huh! Agghh!" he sputtered, watching her breasts jiggle enticingly as his prick stimulated her anal surfaces. "Just lay there and take it, baby; daddy's gonna fuck your little asshole outta sight! Ugghh! That was a good one! Don't worry, kid; I'll drive the meat home when I feel my nuts start shooting come!"
He was as good as his word. After stimulating himself for several minutes in this unusual but effective fashion, he snapped out an oath and then lunged forward. His meaty spear surged deep into the girl's ass, spreading her flesh again in a way that brought cries of anguished pain to her throat, then he forced himself even deeper. Thoroughly encased in her anus, he held himself in place as his prick began leaping madly and pumping steadily. Again and again the jets of come squirted out, drenching the tender tunnel with hot cream. Linda whooped with joy when she felt his come spray her inner body. Even though she could not join him in the climax she quivered lustily as his prick drained itself of every particle of lusty excitement.
Willie and Sky had remained docile during most of this action. Sky had walked away from the girl in disgust after he had failed to deliver the climax he desired; Willie scorned the bondage approach and appeared to have no interest in the proceedings. Once Terry had thoroughly fucked Linda's ass and had drained himself of his lust, Willie came over to her and untied her hands and feet. She rolled onto her back, still dazed by the violence of her last orgasm. She was not so dazed, however, that she was unaware of the menacing length of his aroused cock.
"How'd you like to get screwed between the titties?" he asked, dropping down onto her torso and kneeling over her so that his prick lay in the ivory valley between her lusciously shaped mounds. "You can squeeze 'em together around my dick and I'll fuck back and forth till I shoot out a big stream of come right in your face!"
Linda closed her eyes for a moment. The vision of such a thing happening to her was at once repulsive and attractive. She couldn't make up her mind which sentiment dominated, though she realized that she would have to do whatever he said.
"Go ahead if that's the way you want it," she whispered, trying to put on a brave face and determined to make the best of it. "I've never done it that way but I'm willing to try."
"While you're tit-fucking him," Sky added, "I'll let my cock graze around inside your pussy. You can't ever tell; getting it from two guys might make it a lot better all around!"
Linda bunched up her breasts, squeezing them in her hands and enclosing Willie's generously proportioned cock in a grip few men had ever known. At first she felt little excitement in performing this unusual act. After a few minutes, however, when he had worked his cock back and forth between those lush mounds and she had seen the head of the tool come spearing out of her own flesh, she began to find it much more exciting. Sky's prick, now boring into the inner portions of her cunt, helped; he seemed content to allow his rod to remain quiescent in her cunt-al grip. She flexed her abdominal muscles, making her cunt wince and grab at the prick it enclosed; the exercise excited her and she began repeating it.
"Can't you stick it out a little farther?" she asked, suddenly perceiving another way in which she could add to her pleasure. "Shove it closer and I'll suck the head while you fuck!"
"I figured you'd be up for that," Willie said with a short laugh. "Okay, baby, I'll let you go down on me if you want to!"
He began lunging forward with more force. Linda stretched her head up and was barely able to plant a wet, clinging kiss on the head of his cock whenever it reached the apex of his stroke. She lost oral contact with the lividly inflamed tool when he drew back to make another lunge through her breasts but the deprivation fired her lusts all the more. Her fingers began kneading her tender, swollen nipples, giving additional stimulation to her overheated nervous system; her lips formed obscene oaths as she whimpered and begged for more of the wonderful man tool.
Sky set them off into another orbit of orgasmic delight. Feeling his balls begin to twitch, he pulled his prick from Linda's cunt and finished the job with his hand. He aimed the steady flow of scalding cream directly onto the lips of her pussy, flooding the golden-brown hair with his thick sperm. Linda's pussy responded magnificently and Willie, seeing that the girl was climaxing, released his self-control and allowed his cock to begin spurting too. His come washed over the girl's face, squirted into her eyes and hair, dribbled down over her cheeks and even shot into her mouth. She shuddered deliriously as the hot, sticky fluid cascaded out of his prick. When the men finally ceased to enjoy the remaining flickers of feeling, they climbed off and sat aside.
Linda ran her tongue out of her mouth in an attempt to secure more of the deliriously salty cream from Willie's prick. She reached down toward her pussy with a slow, deliberate motion and began kneading her sex flesh, rubbing the cream into her skin and distributing it over every portion of her slit. As she lay there and quietly rubbed Sky's semen into her pussy, she had a vision. She could see the days stretching out before her in an endless procession until they disappeared into the far horizon. Each day took the form of a gigantic prick, fully erect and scarlet with lusty heat.
All those wonderful cocks! she thought to herself, already warming again and feeling her cunt begin sending out tender messages of lustful need. All those beautiful, lovely, hard pricks and they're all mine!
