He was in the bathroom again, his trips becoming more frequent of necessity as he continued to drink the cheap wine he'd picked up in the last town they'd driven through. Marti Sue could hear him relieving himself as distinctly as if he'd left the door open, the near-lewd sound of his stream being spilled into the bowl-water causing her strange little sensations that she couldn't help but categorize as repulsive. She sat huddled in the solitary ma-plish chair, uncomfortably so, more in disgust than anger, yet miffed and undeniably frightened as she looked around the shabby one-room cabin with its sagging bed and cracked dresser-mirror, trying to understand why he had chosen this horrid place to bring her on their wedding night.
The enchanting young blonde shook her head in tearful confusion, causing her long silken hair to shimmer and dance about her shoulders in the feeble light of the single ceiling-bulb. Certainly, if Grandpa Bonner ever saw this despicable place he'd never believe it, she thought bitterly. He was so meticulous about his own few cabins and now she could appreciate that. It wasn't any wonder the same people came back year after year to stay with him and fish Blue Lake . . . like the Bartons. For the seven years she had lived with Gramps, they had been annual visitors and always raving about how wonderfully clean and efficient he kept them. . . . But this offensive shack so seedy and run-down, half hidden in an overgrown brush patch. . . . She couldn't understand Vince's reasoning. . . .
The bathroom door opened and he staggered a bit coming out, fumbling with the zipper at the front of his pants. Marti Sue looked away, but not before the slack expression around the thin mouth and dark eyes of his young, handsome face registered. A light wave of disappointing nausea washed through her stomach. He was quite drunk . . . and in all of the time she'd known him she had never seen him this way. God, why had he chosen this of all nights. . .?
"Hey, you're not with it, Baby . . . not drinking your wine," he said, going to the dresser and picking up his own near-empty glass along with her still-filled one. "This is a celebration, remember?"
She worked at a feeble smile. "I-I've never drunk much of anything, Vince honey . . . just an occasional toddy that Grandpa made me take when I had a cold or something.. . ."
Vince Quinn laughed harshly. "Listen, Chick, if you can handle that goddamned mountain moonshine those West Virginians cook up, you can take anything, eh?" He laughed again, bringing her glass to her and thrusting it into her grasp; he bent down then, in front of her, placing his hand on the nylon-encased flesh of her thigh possessively, above the hemline of the short, but not quite, mini-dress. He grinned with an open lewdness into her face and she felt his hot hand smoothing along to the naked warm skin above her stocking line . .. finally stopping to laugh again. "Soon, Baby," he said with a leer. "A few more drops first, eh? Then we get to that part they call the consummation . . . and I call fucking."
The sound of the sudden foul word coming from his drunken lips was as jolting as if he had struck her. Not that her ears had never been tainted by its sound before . . . nor that she hadn't over heard it spat vilely or in smartness by the wilder fellows at the dances in Wilks-brake, or even from Margie Yates, the girl friend she had gone through high school with and who had given her the only sexual education she'd ever had, but she'd always thought of such language as behind-the-barn filth, and now tumbling so easily from this boy-man who was her new husband, it sounded even worse.
The mental jolt of the gross utterance and its suggestively vile connotation of an act that should be beautiful, left her speechless and she could only stare up at him, her blue-eyes wide and gaping in pained question, her heart-shaped, exquisite face blank of intelligent expression. Of course, it had to be the wine: in the four months she'd known him, he'd been nothing short of a gentleman . . . never like this .. . never once during all that Spring that he'd stayed in Grandpa's cabin; and God knows, she'd spent enough evenings with him to know . . . going to Wilksbrake to the movies, the dances. Oh, of course, there'd been the times when they'd necked and things grew a little warm, but he'd always listened and stopped when she insisted . . . and she'd fallen in love with him. .. .
"Come on, what's your hang-up, Baby?" he asked thickly, his salacious grin still evident. "Or maybe you're just all tingling. . . waiting for the big bust in the sack, eh? .. . the fuck bit . . . where I cop your cherry and you shoot for the moon. . . ."
"Vince! Stop talking like that! You've had too much wine . . . you're drunk!" she snapped at him, pushing him back away and bolting to her feet. "My God! Why did you bring me to this horrible place, anyway? And on our first.. . our wedding night?"
Marti Sue covered her face with her hands and ran toward the bathroom. She slammed the door in an emotional outburst of panic, anger, and remorse, then tried to lock it, only to find that the fixture didn't work. The latter seemed too much to bear, and crest-fallen, she sat down on the rim of the bathtub to cry.
It was a full minute before she heard his laughter . . . not his usual warm laugh, but an almost lascivious, mocking sound. She just couldn't believe it! Whatever in God's world had suddenly come over him .. . changed him into a vulgar animal? The wine ... or had that only served to bring out what already lay hidden inside him beneath the surface? She shook her pretty head in utter confusion. Had Gramps been right about the shiftiness in his eyes? He'd tried to warn her . . . been against their getting married from the beginning. She remembered now the long hours Grandpa had spent with her, discussing her future, almost begging her to listen to him .. . reminding her over and over how much he'd always loved her, and when her parents had been killed in the accident how he had gladly taken her for his own little girl to raise . . . her wonderful Grandpa . . . But she hadn't been able to understand anything only her love for this handsome, slender boy-man . . . and she still loved him! He was her husband, now! The certificate from the JP was in her valise! And they were going North to Castleton to join his friends where they would begin their real full life together, just as he'd promised!
This was all stupid! She was being a fool .. . a seventeen year old, childish little fool! She had to get a hold on herself . . . shake off this lily-white, vine-covered, immature disposition of mind she'd steeped herself in for too damned long. She was his wife . . . and it wasn't as if she didn't want him to make love to her . . . hadn't dreamed of those intimate moments with just the two of them embracing, with him deep inside her . . . dreamed of it night after night, until she thought she'd go out of her mind with the mad desire churning at her virginal loins and belly
God, was it possible that the mere utterance of a four-letter word, or his understandable . . . 'horny', to use a lewd little term of her own, yes, horny behavior could turn her off this way? After all, it was his wedding night too, and the fact that men were given more to salacity than women shouldn't come as any surprise to her; indeed, hadn't she dreamed of that, also?
Once more, Marti Sue shook her perplexed, lovely young head. No, it had been the effect of the wine on him, plus this horrid little place that he'd brought her to that had gotten her so up-tight. The wine-drinking in celebration, she decided, was understandable, but this cabin was not. It seemed so unlike him, and although they'd never talked about financial things, the new and expensive sports-car he drove led her to believe that money was no problem. . . . But she wasn't going to think anymore about it!
She was going out there and be his wife, just the way he wanted her . . . and she wanted him! She belonged to him, now . . . the certificate said that . . . the Bible said that! She was Mrs. Vincent Quinn . . . and her whole life's future had to do with him! She loved him!
Slowly, Marti Sue arose from where she sat. She looked at her face in the rippled mirror and wiped away her tears with long, slender fingers. Once more, she thought she heard him laugh beyond the door; she fixed desirable thoughts of anticipation in her mind to coincide with the sound of his laughter and suddenly, she too, began to smile. This was meant to be a beautiful and fulfilling night . . . and she intended to do her best to make it so. . . .
"Hey . . . you coming out, Chick? Or do I have to come in after you?" Vince called thickly.
Marti Sue opened the door. "I'm coming, Honey . . . and I'm sorry," she said, smiling as she stepped out and saw him lying on the bed .. . naked.
She froze, automatically, as her eyes swept over his complete nudity. He was sprawled on his back, the refilled water-glass in his hand. She sensed her stomach knotting and her breath catching in her throat at the muddled emotions that seemed to paralyze her, while her stunned eyes locked upon his lengthy, hardened male organ towering ceilingward . . . his hair-covered pelvis, and his testicles hanging between his widespread thighs in lewd exhibitionism.
Her legs suddenly felt as if they were made of wool strands, like a doll she'd once had. She leaned for support against the door-jamb and gaped at him in utter disbelief, the sensations that were overwhelming her simply undiscerni-ble. And as she stared, he grasped hold of his thick rod of flesh and began to work his hand up and down obscenely, the action pulling the foreskin back and baring its purplish, glistening head before her shocked eyes.
"Glad you're sorry, Baby . .. it'll help," he said, grinning. "Hey, you like this gem? It's a prick . .. your first lesson in wild sex, Doll. Not just a prick, but your prick . .. the hot stalk you're going to learn to cater to. A beauty, eh? Look at it. . . hard's a rock and twice as anxious. Can't you feel it slipping up into that tight little cunt of yours?" He lifted his head from the pillow to better see her. "Well . . . can't you?"
Desperately, Marti Sue struggled to maintain the facade of short-lived understanding and trust she had only moments before manufactured in her mind, but it seemed useless.
"Oh . . . oh, Vince . .. why? Why're you doing this to me?" she whimpered uncontrollably, burying her face in the crook of her arm and slumping against the doorway's framework.
"Eh? What the hell are you simpering about, Chick?" Vince snapped, raising to his elbows, his glazed eyes staring at her in an angered confusion of his own. "What's with you, anyway .. . you got some kind of sex hangup? I mean, shit, Baby, let's cut the crap, eh? I've had it! Hear me? Cut it!"
His tone of voice frightened her and she raised her head to see him resting on his elbows, his face slack, drunken and angered, his legs still spread licentiously apart, his huge penis hard and arched back toward his flat belly, the thick, brownish, heavy vein of its underside clearly visible to her where it trailed down to its massive base and his testicles below. An undefin-able shudder rippled over her soft young body as she searched her brain for an answer.
"I ... I ... you've never been this way before. ..."
"This way? What way? What're you getting at?"
"So ... so vulgar and obscene . . . almost brutal .. . and you're drunk?" Marti Sue exclaimed, biting at her quivering full-lower lip. "God . . . have you got to make it feel so dirty . . .?"
He answered her with a nasalish little cackling laugh that sent another tremor along her spine. "Baby, the law says your mine to play with now ... all legal-like, and whether I make it dirty, or filthy, the point is that I'm going to make it . . . and if you ain't got enough lust in that luscious frame to pick up on me, then we'll make it on mine alone . . . 'cause I like my fucking sprinkled with plenty of spice. Now, take that glass of red and drink it . . . all of it!"
Marti Sue continued to stare at him, the determination, mixed with the unquestionable sala-ciousness in his red-rimmed eyes no longer frightening her as much as frustrating her. His continuous use of lubricious terms and the sight of his nakedness with his obviously passion-incited swollen rod of flesh jerking and pulsating before her eyes was having an undeniable galvanic effect inside her. She had never before in her life seen a man's penis ... in pictures, yes, but never in reality, and she couldn't disclaim the tiny erotic sensations the spectacle was beginning to involuntarily cause her.. ..
"Go on, pick it up and drink it!" he ordered. "Now . . . before I get up and pour it down your throat!"
There! There it was again, the ugly brutal-ness, she realized, as she reached for the glass and slowly raised it to her lips. Ugh ... it was sour . .. foul tasting.. .
"All of it,I said!" he barked and started to swing from the bed.
Quickly, she downed it, then heard him laugh deep in his throat. "That's better," he said, his voice softening as he lay back against the pillow and reached down to massage his heavy member once more. "Now . . . we'll be on more of an even keel, Baby . . . and that's going to make it easier for sex lesson number two, once that red begins to ferment in your belly."
Already, it felt warm in her stomach and the taste no longer seemed so bad, but Marti Sue found herself too engrossed with the lewd, almost masturbatory manipulations he was performing with himself, and abruptly she saw the tiny drops of clear liquid that had formed at the tip of his growing penis . . . but then, his words registered.
"W-What do you mean . . . lesson number two. . .?"
He chuckled. "It's time now, Baby. Daddy wants to fuck . . . a wild fuck! No more tea-party crap. You're going to strip .. . and right over here in front of me where I can watch up close.
So . . . start taking if off, 'cause this cock of mine is looking for someplace to dunk its head, and you've got it, Sweetheart. . . right between those hot, pretty thighs of yours . . . right up in that tight pink cunt I put my name on the line today to get at. Now, Baby! Daddy wants it! So peel . . . before I start tearing 'em off. . .!" * * * Vince figured that he'd coddled her long enough. Damn her luscious little ass, she was all his now, and it was written that the bridegroom would examine the bride's virginal beauty before going into her ... or some similar shit he'd heard Big Noah mouth. Sure, maybe, he'd tapped the fucking jug heavy, getting her uptight, but who the hell wouldn't, holed-up in that Buddha-foresaken place for three and a half months. Ever since February, he'd been buried there, since Big Noah had ordered him to get lost. Shit, that fucking warehouse watchman never had to be that much of a hero; now the poor bastard was in hell. But . .. that was the way of it, wasn't it? Some were winners; some weren't ... at least, that's what Big Noah liked to preach .. . and he was the man with the mind. Whatever, the pigs had caught hold of some poor lump and pinned it on him. During his last phone call, Big Noah'd told him to "return to the Tribe," and now he was on his way, but with an unexpected bonus for the man.
He watched his new legal-like young virginal wife move dazedly into the center of the room and over beside him where he had a close and clear, unobstructed view, responding to his order. He grinned up at her and she licked nervously at her pouting lips. She was about ready to shit green . . . his prick bared before her eyes had done that. Hell, she wanted it all right; he could tell by the way her eyes kept coming back to it, fastening on it as if it were some magnificent, if, frightening phenomenon . . . and she was right, it was . . . only she didn't realize the magnitude of the marvel . .. yet. He continued to grin up at her, still massaging it; damn, it felt good.
Three and a half months without a decent broad except those cows in Mama Denardo's whorehouse on Gulch Street, was long time, but damn he'd certainly tried with this one. Sometimes, he could hardly believe she was only four years younger than himself; she acted so much like a kid out of a holier-than-thou-novel. But then, she'd never been booted out on her ass to make her own way when she was fourteen, either, nor grubbed for food out of garbage cans, hustled queers, slept in drunk tanks . .. none of it. She'd had her Gramps when the chips were down; he'd had shit ... until Big Noah came along and put his massive arm around his shoulders, taking him to the Tribe.
She was a luscious bitch, all right. He could hardly wait to see her completely stripped, with those firm young tits and hips. He had to hand it to himself; he'd played it cool. Hell, he could've raped her easy ... a half-dozen times maybe ... or got her high on the pot he always picked up at Mama's, but that would've been the big booboo. This little wren had a gift they were going to use to perfection, and Big Noah's come unglued when he saw her perform. Damn, he couldn't forget all of the things she'd told him about himself, things no one could ever have known except his drunken old-lady and the half-dozen punks who moved in to call themselves 'Daddy'.
She had it, all right . . . this ESP whamo they talked about. Gramps'd told him that she'd inherited it, that his wife'd had it, but that Marti Sue was even better. Hell, hadn't people from all around come to see her and asked questions about what was going to happen to them? and she'd just sit there and reel it off .. . picking it right out of the air . . . thinking nothing of it. . . What a fucking weird sensation it'd always given him. Man, if he had that power in his skull, he'd make a fortune, he'd thought, and that's when it'd come to him . . . the very day Gramps told him about her predicting the forest fire the year before that had wiped out half of their lousy country-side and nobody with authority would listen. Oh, she had it for sure, just what the Tribe needed, and was Big Noah going to be happy.
The main frigging thing that'd addled him was that she'd flipped over him, but he couldn't break down her crazy religious barriers and get into her. Hell, he'd been confident that given a few weeks he could make it with her; they always gave in time, but the luscious little bitch had held strong . . . and all the way he could see that this ESP gift she had was money in the bank for Big Noah and himself. . . while every-time he looked at her his cock stiffened harder . . . until in the end he'd figured, shit, why not? Two birds with one stone . . . and now, he was about to have his frist bride!
"What're you standing there for?" he shot up at her. "Come on, take 'em off, Baby! I'm losing patience!"
"P-Please, Vince . . . aren't you going to kiss me or something, first?" she almost pleaded, her round and big blue-eyes practically begging him, the sight causing his prick to jerk lustfully in his hand.
"Not first, little one," he replied, unable to control his grin nor the sadistic feeling of power that washed through him. "It's part of lesson number two, eh, learning how to approach your husband for a fuck," he went on, delighting in this manipulating of her, the embarrassment and shame he knew he was causing her with his earthy, four-letter words, the fact that he held the power to subjugate such a voluptuous and gifted creature, and above all, that she belong to him . . . HIM!
"Vince ..."Vince, don't you love me?" her near-whimpering voice asked.
The whining, pleading question sent a wild tingle surging through him. He felt like Big Noah must feel; he managed a warm, tolerant smile. "Sure, Baby ... I love you. But it's fuck time, eh? Love and all that jazz is part of it. Right now, we're down to cock and cunt action . . . just plain fuck . . . nothing else makes any sense, okay? Now, you just strip so's I can watch you. I want to see your tits and your ass . . . they're beautiful, Baby. Take it all off and walk around the room a little . .. then, come over here so's I can slip a warm finger up into you. Hurry now, I'm getting anxious as hell. Let's make this a cool bit .. . just you and me .. . wife and husband .. . now, Baby, now!"
Vince would have given a fortune to know what was going on inside her pretty head as she began to remove her clothes. Her expression looked as if it'd been fixed in wax, he thought, but being a non-drinker, he knew that the wine had to be offering her some support, the way he'd made her take it down. He gaped hungryeyed and stroke his prick as she wriggled out of her dress, then her slip, and he saw her in bra and panties.
Fuck, she was unbelievable! He'd seen cunt galore in every stage of undress, even lived with them, but there'd never been anything like her! The Tribal squaws would start sticking pins in their dollies once they got a look at her, and that fucking lesbian, Annie X, would be chasing her beautiful ass all over the commune. . . . Then, she was fumbling behind her and suddenly her tits were naked. Holy fuck! He couldn't believe the firm and white pointed tautness of them without their support. She didn't need any goddamned bra! Damn, they were like peaked half-melons, standing out as erect and proud as you goddamn please ... a pair of pink-capped overhangs of mouth-watering flesh, solid, yet, resilient, with nipples hard like tiny, clipped stems . . . and her ribs slendered to a waist that was handspan, just as he'd guessed . .. then, the hips . . . man, the fucking hips that no sculpture or artist could ever reproduce .. . and the tight, solid-softness of her belly-bowl leading down to her pelvis.
Hell, she was blonde all over, but sparingly, a little thin hairline running down her belly to the V of soft golden pubic entanglement covering her mound . . . and he could see the upper portion of her pink tight little cuntal split between her closed thighs as he raised his head, then, suddenly his cock was so hard he thought it would burst. .. . * * * A dozen times, Marti Sue gave thanks for the wine. She'd gotten into Gramps jimmy-John a couple of times and knew about the spark of wildness it incited in one, and right now she'd give a ten-dollar bill for another glass of the red ... if it was already down in her belly . . . but she was doing well on the first one. If anyone had ever told her that she could undress this way .. . even on her wedding night, and before the man she loved, she would've called them insane. Yet . . . here she was, without a stitch on, completely naked before him . . . and his eyes were saucered like a hooty-owl's in the night.
That did something for her, too .. . seeing his reaction to her naked body . . . and God, she couldn't keep her own eyes off his huge fleshy . . . thing. It was so long and thick . . . she'd never had any idea they were like that. . . . My God, could she take it inside her small place? It would rip her own flesh for sure; she wasn't very big. .. .
"Come over here closer, Baby," she heard him say, interrupting her thoughts. "I-I want to look at you closer . . . touch you. ..."
His words seemed to be hoarse, half-choking in her throat, and the sound of them caused her an unsure, near-dreaded feeling. God, she was a trembling statue of indefinable emotions, struck equally with fear and desire, afraid of his slightest next move, yet, wanting him so bad
"Come here, I said, damnit!" he barked at her and she did, moving closer to the bed where he lay, her hands down beside her. "Spread 'em apart. .. your legs . .. spread 'em."
She felt his hot hand on her inner thigh, caressing it, moving up and down, its very presence causing wild, if, shameful little tingles to soar through her, even as she realized that this time ... he would do it! She sensed his hand moving higher and higher, as she spread her thighs and heard his breathing coming in short, heavier gasps, seeing him turn onto his side toward her. One hand was on her hip now, the other grazing the pubic hair between her thighs . . . and then, pressing solidly . . . deliciously against it! Oh God . . . she could die with the wild sensations of delight that were spiraling through her!
"Fuck!" he gasped, the word soaring through her like some stimulating drink of Satan, himself. "I never saw one like it! It's beautiful, Baby . . . just hold still . . . don't move while I. . ." And then, she felt his finger parting the soft young pubic hair and slipping between the tight lips, moving slowly upward and inside their protective outer barrier toward the tiny mouth of her vagina and she steeled herself! He was her husband! He was! He was!
"Shit, Baby, it's so soft and warm . . . like hot honey," he hissed, pressing gently up into her, and she could feel the thickness of his finger penetrate the tiny quivering mouth of her vaginal passage, not stopping, but moving ever upward inside her moist tingling channel through the tiny gap of her maidenhead . . . and up and up, until she couldn't contain the tiny muscle spasms that began to clutch at it and she heard him mumble something unintelligible. "Oh ... Oh shit, Baby ... I can't stand it!" he blurted finally, drawing his finger out of her, then reaching for her and hauling her down onto the bed, on top of him.
Marti Sue half-laughed, half-cried in her joy. Her lips found his and she kissed him. Unconsciously, her tiny tongue fought to get into his mouth and he let it, rolling onto his back and running his hands over her velvety flesh down to the full rounded mounds of her buttocks and clutching them tightly to him while he tried to press his thick cock into her belly. He felt her firm, pointed breasts digging into his chest and he jammed his tongue into her mouth, trying to reach her throat, while she groaned and sucked on it.
Shit! Shit! Shit! He was going out of his mind! She was too much! No man should let a broad do this to him! Noah'd tell him that! He was losing his cool . . . his grit! Fuck! He needed a drink! Yeah, a drink. . .!
Marti Sue hardly realized what had happened when he rolled off her, got to his feet and went to the dresser where the gallon-jug sat. He didn't look at her but poured himself a full glass and gulped it down. Then, he poured a second and filled hers. He brought one back and sat on the edge of the bed.
"Drink it," he said.
She started to refuse, but instead, smiled at him and took it, raising to her elbows, then tilted it to her lips. He watched her take a portion of it. She smiled at him once more and he clutched at her left breast, his fingers gouging into the soft resilient flesh drunkenly, cruelly.
"I-I've never seen such tits!" he hissed lustfully.
Marti Sue cringed beneath his painful grasp, but held her smile. "They're yours, Honey," she managed softly. "Be nice to them. .. ."
He shook his head all of a sudden, jumped to his feet and went back after the wine he'd poured. Without looking at her, he drank most of it, then turned bodily to glare at her, watching her eyes lock once more on his heavy throbbing prick cleaving the air. Abruptly, he felt as if he were the overwhelmed one, the subjugated partner, the male who'd come to worship at the living idol's feet, and the thought enraged him. No bitch ever brought him . . . not Vince Quinn, to his knees! He stared at her and saw where her eyes were feasting and a leer twisted his handsome mouth.
"Fucking cunt...!" he seethed through clenched teeth, stumbling to the bed and climbing on top of her with a new fury that sent an icy chill racing through the veins of her young chaste body. Marti Sue felt her whole being stiffen in a muscle-spasm tenseness of pure, raw fear, all sensual desire suddenly draining from her as he poised himself above her on hands and knees, one leg wedged between hers, his face contorted in a drunken grimace of lust-filled furor the likes of which she had never dreamed possible.
"V-Vince...? Vince...? P-Please ... don't hurt me!" she stammered, her breathing tight in her throat, her lower lip slipping between the two white even rows of her lovely teeth. "B-Be gentle, Darling ... I beg you, be gentle. . .?"
"Spread 'em, dammit!" he snarled, as if nothing else mattered now but burying his hard cock inside her virginal flesh, and reluctantly she opened her thighs while he lifted his other leg and planted himself commandingly, dominat-ingly, between the long white columns, his wine-sodden eyes glaring luridly down at the pink moist flesh of her slightly opened cuntal lips.
For a moment there was a welcomed respite as he sat back on his haunches and she gasped a long, hitching breath; he sat, still staring at the completely exposed sight of her sparse, golden-hair covered genitals, and as she watched and waited in near-paralyzing fear, he placed his palms fh.t against the inner-sides of her smooth, creamy-white thighs, his thumbs suddenly resting on the soft, downy flanges of her cunt, sending a blend of tingling emotional sensations rippling through her.
Her chest felt as if there were steel-bands imprisoning it, forcing her breath to expand in her lungs as with a slow, tantalizing, outward movement, he drew the pulsating lips slowly apart, exposing the moist coral flesh to the mercy of his drunken gaze.
"Christ!" he gasped. "That's the tiniest cunt hole I've ever seen!"
"Oh, Vince .. . please .. . please don't hurt me.. ." she repeated, the plea tumbling from between her trembling lips.
"You sound like some fucking broken record," he sneered at her. "Don't hurt me . . . don't hurt me ... be gentle, Vince .. . please, Vince . . . shit, Chickie, you hear? Just plain"shit!"
He sucked in his breath and suddenly dropped down onto her, his hands plundering sadistically over the soft lush contours of her fear-stricken body, squeezing fiercely at her pure, succulent breasts, his mouth lowering to chew fiendishly at one nipple then the other while she writhed in painful helpless shock under him.
"Oh ... oh, my God ... don't . . . don't?" Marti Sue moaned beneath his depraved attack, stark terror seizing hold of her now. He was holding her pinioned to the bed with the weight of his strong sinuous body, while her head tossed back and forth wildly; she felt his hand grasp his prick and he jammed the blood-engorged head between the moist, sensitive lips of her vagina, working it up and down to part the soft, pubic hair and splay the damp tight slit wide . . . until mercilessly it discovered the snug, undefiled opening of her soft, fleshy vaginal passage . . . and she felt him thrust it forward against the cringing little mouth of her virginal cunt.
Her terror at that moment got the better of her. She tried to scream .. . but he clamped a hand over her mouth! Then, she felt the agonizing pressure beginning as he stared down at her in an unbelievable warped delight, his red-rimmed eyes feverish with sadistic lust. For one brief moment she thought she could endure it, but it quickly become obvious to her that his immense penis would never fit into her. Again, she tried to scream around his hand, rolling her head until she was free of it, and then he flicked his hips forward.
"Oooooohhhhhhhh... oooogghhhhhhh Godddd, noooo, nooooo!" she choked, unable to even raise a cry in her throat, her brain reeling from both pain and fear. She heard him curse vilely, then he pressed into her again, more savagely this time, flexing his buttocks with brutal strength as she writhed insanely beneath him . . . until suddenly, it gave!
The tight elastic ring of her vaginal entrance popped open with a slight unexpected popping sound and the huge mushroomed head slipped moistly inside her with a sudden rush that left her gasping for breath.
"AAAaaauuuuggggghhhhhhhh!" she groaned in agony, flailing her head wildly, then trying to get her talon-crooked fingers up to claw at his face as she squirmed and twisted like a person gone mad in her attempt to escape the cruel and torturous impalement of her defenseless young vaginal orifice.
To scream now demanded more energy than she could spare and instead, a whimpering squeal wheezed from Marti Sue's lungs as Vince caught her wrists, pinning them back to the bed beside her shoulders; she kicked her legs out frantically in a futile gesture toward relief, but the move only worsened her position, and his massive shaft sunk deeper into her yielding flesh mercilessly, while she began to babble incoherently from the incredible pain.
"What's the matter, Baby, don't you love your husband?" Vince taunted almost fiendishly, wicked seizures of sadistic excitement raging through his guts and loins and tingling right up to the head of his prick. The luscious little bitch! She was his to fuck and torment however he wanted to! She was helpless . . . completely at his mercy, and he began to imagine all of the vile and sexual aberrations he could do with and to her. Fuck, she was his wife .. . she belonged to him ... HIM!
Brutally, he bored his stone-hard cock further and further into her unprepared young cunt, expanding the sensitive moist walls until Marti Sue was certain her thighs were about to split apart from the horrible and relentless outward pressure . .. then, his pelvis smacked hard against her own and she felt his balls dangling heavy between the upturned cheeks of her tightly clenched buttocks.
She had given up all hope of reaching him, for this drunken monster cradled between her obscenely spread legs was not the boy she'd fallen in love with, nor the husband she'd taken only hours before . . . this brutal stranger was nothing more than an animal ... a foul, sex-crazed beast . . . and God only knew what was to become of her before this night was over.. . . She was torn down there; the scalding pain emitting from her horribly stretched vagina and saturating her whole tender genital area assured her of that. His massive pole of rigid flesh felt like a club entombed beyond reason deep in her quivering belly, the flushed and moist walls of her palpitating vaginal passage wrapped snugly around it, and she felt certain she sensed the blood trickling down the wide split crevice between her buttocks to form a warm damp pool beneath her on the bed.
Oh, God, Grandpa .. . Grandpa . . . ivhat have I done? I-/ love him so .. .! Oh .. . help me to endure it ... to make him understand what love really is . . .?
And then, suddenly he began to saw into her with a new frenzy, destroying her thoughts and causing her brain to whirl nauseously, while short, grunting gasps burst from his throat. She whimpered but he hardly heard her as he began to fuck, plunging in and out of her like some wild rutting beast.
Half in shock from the pain, as well as the heartbreak, shame and humiliation, Marti Sue gaped up helplessly at his drunken, lust-contorted face, trying with all her heart to fathom what lay beyond that mask as he hammered inhumanly in and out of her youthful cunt. Her eyes had blurred with her tears and from the wine he had forced her to drink, but her torment now was more from the mental anguish as the pain slowly began to subside and she realized that his only thought now was to spew his amassing charge of sperm deep inside her in the age old feral instinct of the dominating male animal.
Oh, God help me if I should get pregnant! God help me!
Chapter 2
Marti Sue felt the hard, spongy tip of his rod pressing relentlessly deep inside her against what must be her cervix, and the thin folds of flesh along its length, the tickling hairs of his testicles crammed tight down into the smooth crevice of her trembling young buttocks, all were suddenly a part of her. Something had happened inside her strangely quivering belly, but she wasn't sure what it was. She had become one with him, subconsciously so, and in spite of the ripples of pain still permeating her loins, her tiny tongue slipped out and began an erotic licking at her lips. Abruptly, the pungent sexual odors of their union stung her flaring nostrils. They continued to flare as his throbbing cock tunneled even deeper into her warm pink passage . . . and then, he stopped and let it lie in there ... so deep inside her . .. like in her dreams. .. .
She opened her eyes and saw his face . . . slack and drunken, yes, but it was her Vince's face again, her own darling husband's face! Dear God, there'd never been anything like this before! Suddenly, she could die with his beautiful prick inside her! This was it . . . what it was all about. .. right now, this moment! Then, her cunt contracted of its own volition as the revived lascivious thoughts raced through her mind.
Vince felt the slight fluttering pressure exerted against his cock. He'd been waiting for it, but doubted that it'd ever come . . . doubted that she could ever have a lusty bone in her body, but there it was, nibbling in tiny hungry throbs at the head and shaft of his prick. Now, he hovered motionless above her prostrate form, watching the gleam come alive in her eyes. He flexed his prick-head, expanding it inside her belly and heard her whimper.
"Like . . . like you're getting with me at last, Baby," he said, grinning lewdly down at her as he repeated the muscular tensing.
"Oh," Marti Sue moaned through bared teeth, still confused by the fine, thin line of pain-pleasure.
Once more, he flexed and again she responded with a groan, a performance they repeated over and over, until gradually her whimpers faded into tiny mewls of mounting desire. At last, he established a rhythm to his flexing throbs, and he watched her nostrils begin a hesitant flaring to the cadance.
"Oh . . . oohhh, ooohhh, yes, Darling, yes . . ." Marti Sue moaned while Vince sensed the urgent answering throbs of her vaginal walls engulfing the length of his prick. Her moist, clasping cunt-throat had begun a soft opening-closing as it swallowed and sucked like another mouth around his throbbing shaft.
Still, he didn't move, only continued the spaced, tantalizing pulsation of his rod embedded to the hilt in the luscious cunt beneath him. His wife ... HIS WIFE . . . shit! He couldn't believe it! He was drunk as a skunk, anyway .. . not hip to much right now . . . but she was his cunt, all right! Vince Quinn, the scrub of New York, married to a doll like this . . . fuck! He lowered his half-numbed lips to moistly kiss hers and her whole body began to twitch and writhe in under him as she groaned incessantly up into his mouth, thrusting her tongue with complete abandon now far into his throat. Low hums of passionate, servile acceptance came in torrents from the depths of her chest, her beautiful face twisting in new-found ecstatic rapture, her mouth gasping, her neck straining as a light sweat began to break out on her forehead under her now disheveled, long blonde-hair.
Vince couldn't believe it. Shit, he'd turned her on, all right. She was coming apart. Her head was lolling from side to side like she was tripping out, and her hips began a slow, crazy roll beneath his buried cock, while her eager, nibbling cunt screwed itself up tighter against his hairy pelvis until he was forced to clench his teeth to hold back his sudden urge to blow for the moon.
The pain had gone, Marti Sue reasoned nebulously. In its place a maddening electric-like tingle had burst into being within her yet unfulfilled loins, racing relentlessly over the raw nerve-ends of her vibrant young flesh. Oh God, this was it . . . the reason for being . . . the light of the world! It was all things tightly embodied into one that rippled through her cunt and out the fleece-lined flanges, coursing like wild little imps of hell over her milky-white thighs to the full length of her legs and about her toes as she curled them tightly to the soles of her feet. It shot from her contracting belly insanely through her rib-cage and out to the distended nipples of her wildly, palpitating breasts.
"Ohhhh . . . ooohhhhh darling, Vince! Do it to me! Please, my sweet... do it!" she rasped passionately. "Yessss . . . fuck me, Honey .. . please fuck me .. .?
Vince Quinn shook his head and cursed aloud, the effect of the unexpected obscene pleas spewing from her beautiful tender lips sending wild sensations of lust charging through him, and immediately he began to thrust into her.
Fuck, he wouldn't believe that a broad could ever move him this way again . . . not with all the cunts he'd known . .. but this one did! He'd fuck her all right; he'd fuck her till she turned blue!
Easy at first, then increasing his pace and the length of his stroke, Vince established his sawing motion once more, with his thick lust-hardened cock riding moistly into her and he felt her luscious body responding hungrily as she squirmed and writhed in under him. Once more, he dropped his mouth to hers and she thrust her tiny, sweet-tasting tongue upward between his lips to be sucked as she began to moan chant-ingly in a passion that had obviously taken possession of her.
To Marti Sue, nothing else mattered, only his magnificent cock plunged deep inside her voraciously wanting pussy . .. just as her dreams had portrayed. She began to raise her crotch to her husband in simultaneous rhythm to his every downward thrust as her desire-entralled face grimaced wantonly through the maiden-veil of lust he had set aflame within her. Ohhhh ... he was her husband . . . her beautiful husband . . . her darling, Vince . . .!
Vince Quinn's drunken brain swirled stupidly, while his loins throbbed and churned into her as if they were demon-possessed. He couldn't believe the way she'd come on; she was like a fucking mink in under him, taking his heavy cock to the fullest, and thrusting her sucking little cunt up for more hot cock like one of the commune squaws. Shit, it was beyond his poor powers to add or detract . . . the way her luscious round ass-cheeks had begun to suck and churn as she spiraled her tight little hole up onto his throbbing prick and he tried to shove even more of it into her. Goddamn . . . had he bit off more than he could chew? She was suddenly driving him right out of his skull . . . pulling at the marrow in his bones .. .!
He slid his hands down her sides and beneath the soft, smooth orbs of her working buttocks, clutching them fiercely in his strong hands and feeling them clenching and unclenching, the soft flesh warm and resilient as it ridged between his grasping fingers. She groaned and her breath seemed to catch in her throat as he cupped her ass tighter up against his loins; he felt her drawing her thighs further back, causing the moist clasping mouth of her young hair-lined cunt to flower open and swallow his cock to even greater depths.
Marti Sue rolled her head in delighted, unequivocal bliss, all signs of pain or hangup long gone from her passion-filled young body, her legs dangling out on either side of his thick, impaling prick quivering and twitching spasmodically in wild sexual rhythm as her tongue slithered wetly in and out of his mouth in an oral fucking semblance, while velvety noises of rapture gurgled up from her throat.
Wildy, Vince began to slam into her, lengthening his strokes as well as quickening them, drawing his thick cock nearly out of the tight, moist sheath clasping at it ravenously, then plunging it back deep into her upraised young pussy until his balls slapped hard against the hairless, puckered hole of her tiny anus. His throbbing balls ached as did his shaft with the mounting pressure building . . . building . . . ever building within his swollen sac, and his head swam in his pyramiding, drunken lust. Fuck! He was going to blow his cord if he didn't cum awful goddamned soon!
He gaped downward at where his cock was slipping smoothly in and out of her unbelievably tight little cunt, concentrating on the spine-shattering sensation of the soft hair-lined folds of her pink, clasping pussy-flesh clinging furiously to his rampaging prick ramming with jack-hammer force up into her, sucking at it like a newborn baby's tender lips every time he pulled it out, then disappearing inside again as he surged violently up into her.
Again, he thought of every conceivable vile thing he could and would do to her: he pictured her sucking his long thick cock and caressing his bloated balls in her little hands; he saw her on all fours, bent before him like a whore while he plunged his pulsating rod of flesh right up into the tight little hole of her ass.. .
Oh shit! He couldn't hold it back much longer now! He felt the clutching muscles of her snug little vagina sucking and massaging at his rock-hard cock in its voracious desire to swallow all of him burrowing deep, deep inside her.
Yet, like a losing fighter in the ring, he increased the pace and deepened his thrust in one last desperate flurry toward victory, while Marti Sue writhed wildly in under him, grinding up and down his cock with unimaginable fury, her thighs jerking, her toes curling as she lurched her legs wide and upwards, and he pounded into her, pressing his hands behind her knees and shoving her legs back hard until her head was enframed with them, bringing the table of her grinding young loins higher and wider-open to his near inhuman plunges into her receptive cunt.
Fuck! He was done ... a minute or two more and he was done!
"Oh . . . ooohhhh . . . ooooohhhhhhhh!" Marti Sue began to chant beneath him, her lovely, youthful face retaining but the slightest semblance to its normal appearance as her desire-contorted features twisted sensuously.
Vince knew the signs. He grunted swinishly, grinding hard and deep, roaring his cock far beyond the tender sanctuary of her womb . . . sensing the thick, seething sperm rising from the vat of his swollen testicles. Before him, he watched her breasts heave and quiver beneath his brutal pummeling . . . even saw their tiny nipples expand before his eyes as she tossed her head whorishly from side to side. . . Oh shit! She'd have to be quick! he reasoned, goddamned fucking quick! Because . . . because, he was going to cum!
Marti Sue was suddenly aware of a rising pressure of unmatched sensation blissfully expanding in wild, unprecedented spasms within her loins and belly . . . and just as abruptly, the agonizing torment of being denied in her overwhelming drive toward fulfillment struck her! This was it . . . the ultimate .. . the peak of all bliss . . . but she was still not quite there . . . another few seconds . ..! Oh God . . . no! Don't let him! Just a little longer .. . oh . . . ohhhh, please . . .!
"No! Not yet! Wait, Darling, wait! Oh God!" she cried piteously as she felt his shaft of flesh plunging into her throbbing cunt grow huge inside her . . . and knew it was too late. Vince's feverish eyes rolled helplessly in his head and his heavy balls began pumping spurt after spurt of hot, white sperm deep into her wildly contracting belly. She ground her naked, young crotch up tightly against his pelvis to stop the flow, but her wild eagerness defeated her desperate purpose. The nibbling clasp of her pussy milked at it hungrily and he grunted and groaned, mouthing obscene oaths as his squirting cock shot its seething cum in hot, jetlike streams, until the last drop of his burning semen splashed deep inside her dilated womb . . . and then he seemed to collapse in her arms, finally rolling uselessly off from her still squirming body, a thin string of white, sticky liquid trailing from her pussy over her thigh and the bed-cover to his limp cock-head where he had fallen onto his back and closed his eyes in a drunken stupor. He'd passed out!
Oh . . . Oh God, Marti Sue groaned inwardly in her tormenting, unsatiated craving, tears dribbling down her delicate cheeks as she struggled to gain control of her emotions and the wild little prurient flames that licked through her denied loins and belly. Was . . . was this going to be the sto)-y of her life with him . . .?
And then, without warning, a vision filled her mind, while all other things around her were blotted from existence in the familiar pattern that had been a part of her life as long as she could remember. . . She saw a long, almost barracks-like, unkempt room . .. with mattresses strewn about its floor . .. and young, naked girls and long haired boys were lying upon them, lewdly engaged in every form of wild sex, causing her face to flush shamefully . . . while a great, red-bearded man looked on from the one throne-like chair in the room . . . and an almost sickening sweet aroma of smoke permeated the air and filled her nostrils . .. and then, the red-bearded one said: "Vince is coming home, everyone. He'll be here tomorrow . . . and then, we'll really turn on in celebration. The prodigal will have returned ... so kill the fatted calf, eh?"
Momentarily, it passed and Marti Sue lay quietly beside her husband, her eyes fixed on his slack, unconscious face, while the thick viscid liquid containing his sperm dribbled from the swollen and no-longer chaste lips of her vagina down between her buttocks to form a little pool beneath her . . . and it occurred to her then that she knew practically nothing about this man she'd married, causing a fresh little quiver of apprehension to ripple in warning through her.
Chapter 3
It was the last day of May and the sun shown clear in a sky of blue, cloudless, pleasantly warm, and they sped through the rolling, spring-touched country. In the light of the new day, everything had taken on a brighter aspect. Marti Sue's fears seemed minimal in the sunlight, disappointment of the night before a mere milestone in her young life . . . their lives together; tonight, it would all be different ... tonight, it would be beautiful. She loved him; he was her handsome husband.
"Yesterday was Memorial Day," she said, her knees drawn up in a question-mark posture as she sat on the bucket-seat facing him. "I'd for- gotten all about it. Did you remember. Dar-ling?"
Vince shook his head. "Unh unh," he grunted, a dull throb pulsing in his skull from the red he'd drunk. He could remember little of whatever the hell had come off the night before, except a couple of blurred apparitions of her luscious young body, a fact he'd reassured himself on this morning, only he'd been too goddamned hungover to take advantage of it. The fucking juice was no good for man; he'd take pot every-time. It'd be great to get back to the Tribe where the supply was never wanting . . . and they'd be there shortly; Castleton was just some three-miles off.. .
"We were married on Memorial Day," Marti Sue said happily. "Now, every year the whole country will celebrate our anniversary with us. Won't that be nice of them?"
"Crazy," Vince grunted, reveling in the feel of power the Jaguar instilled in him when he lay heavy on the accelerator. It was some set of wheels, all right . . . should bring a nice bundle too when they peddled it. He'd spotted it outside a country-club near Wilkes-Barre, waited his chance, then hot-wired it... an easy score, and a cool one as it turned out. Just as Big Noah said, all things fitted together, like a jig-saw puzzle, each piece eventually falling into it's proper place. If he hadn't copped the Jag, he'd never've taken the joy-cruise into West Virginia, never've met the little broad beside him, and never'd been able to bring her her ESP back to the Tribe with him . . . and what a beautiful goddamned asset that was going to be to them. Big Noah'd be pleased and that was putting it like mild. . .
"Vince . . . how many people live in the commune?" Marti Sue broke his thought-train with her question.
He shrugged. "It ups and downs . . . sometimes fifteen, sometimes twenty ... no less than a dozen any time."
"Half and half, male and female?"
"More chicks than cats .. . two to one usually," he replied with casual indifference, laying into a sharp curve at 90 miles an hour and listening for the light squeal of rubber.
For a moment, she was silent. "Who is the big man with the red-beard?"
Vince broke into a slow grin. "That's Big Noah . . . the man . . . the padrone, himself. Maybe, he's even a prophet, know what I mean? Like right out of the Bible .. . some of the cats say that, anyway. Me, I don't know . .. but he's heady . . . knows how to psych people out. . ."
"He doesn't appear to be very old," Marti Sue commented.
Vince shrugged his lean shoulders again. "Maybe thirty-five, no more. It's his size that fools you; he's so goddamned big .. ." Suddenly, he glanced over at her, his eyes widening. "Hey, how do you know what he looks like? You ever met Big Noah . . .?
Marti Sue smiled. "No, not really, but I saw him last night. He appeared to me . . . and I saw the communal building . .. with naked girls and fellows lying on mattresses on the floor. .." Her lovely face flushed uncontrollably. "They . . . they were all having sex, Vince ... is that true. . .? Is that the way it is . . .?"
"J-Jesus Christ!" Vince gasped; she was an uncanny little bitch! A weird shudder prickled along his spine. "Y-You're something else, Baby. . . . Sometimes, you give me the whim-whams."
"I-I'm sorry, Darling," she said, looking down at her small slender hands in her lap. She had heard similar words many times before and from many people; she was not unused to it; some of the hill-folk had even called her a witch . . . but at the moment she was more concerned with an unsavory tenseness of her own that she realized now she had been avoiding ever since the vision had come to her the night before. "You didn't answer me, Vince. ... Is that the way it is in the commune ... all living together in one big room and . . . and doing things like that in front of each other . . .?"
Vince Quinn shook his head in amazement. The chick was really something, all right. Fuck, Big Noah or nobody's ever seen the likes of her; he thought. Then, he let his mind level on her question. He sensed her religious hangups making themselves felt again. Christ, he didn't want her to get up tight before they even got there, before Big Noah got to talk to her. Smoothing 'em out and bringing them around was the padrone's bag, not his . . .
"Look, Baby, don't get yourself all shook before we even get there," he said, easing a smile at her. "Big Noah's a beautiful guy. Everybody loves him, the whole Tribe, and he gives it all back .. . totally, get what I mean? You'll see, Baby, you'll see . . . and there's Castleton ..." and the Tribe owned it outright. The house, the out buildings, every single framework was collapsing except the one long barracks-like structure where several old automobiles, junkers and other clap-trap were strewn about in scattered untidiness.
"The commune building ... it was a boy's camp once," Vince said, grinning excitedly as he plunged the Jaguar along the rutted path with wild carelessness.
At first, the sight of the picturesque valley had caused a pleasant reaction inside Marti Sue; it was very similar to her own Blue Lake country, but then he had pointed out the farm and the closer they drew to it the more knotted i up her belly became . . . until once he brought the car to a stop and they began to pour out of the doorways and windows, a bilious sensation ; of nausea nearly overwhelmed her. Both male and female, especially the girls. .. . They were ! nearly all naked, or so close to it that it no longer made any difference! And there were babies and nude little children, dogs, cats and . . . ! a pig ... all spilling through the doorway . . .! Mother of God! What'd she gotten herself into. . .? if there was a saving grace to the whole despicable scene for Marti Sue, it was the love and affection that passed between these almost savages and her husband Even the The commune was located ten miles west of Castleton and composed of rolling country.
It had once been a farm, Vince explained to her, she wrapped their arms around him and kissed him, until she began to wonder if they weren't a collection of homosexuals. However, with the girls in their blatant nakedness, a different feeling gripped her as she jealously watched them press their nude breasts and loins tight to him, smothering him with hugs and kisses, as if he were a long lost husband returning to all of them. There were tears and laughter that Marti Sue couldn't believe. She had never seen more fervent emotions betrayed by so many people for one individual and an uncontrollable feeling of warmth seemed to come alive inside her.
"Hello ... I'm Angel," a soft, sultry voice startled her, causing Marti Sue to swing around in her seat and look through the opened window on the opposite side of the car. A beautiful dark-eyed face with long, shimmering black hair was smiling at her. She was at least partially clothed, tall and willowy . . . and she was nursing a baby at her milk-filled left breast. "Welcome to our home. Big Noah told us about you . . . you must be Marti Sue, Vince's new wife?"
"Yes, I am."
"You're very pretty," Angel said with a sincerity that Marti Sue immediately felt. "Please . . . come inside with me. Big Noah's waiting to meet and bless you."
For a long second, Marti Sue stared at Angel's lovely, gentle face. To be met was one thing, but to be blessed was quite another! Good Lord, in what capacity did he go around blessing people . . .? But there was something compelling in Angel's deep, dark-eyes that seemed to allay any fears or irateness her confused and embarrassed mind was trying to conjure, and she found herself climbing out of the car.
To her pleasant surprise, Angel was wearing a faded binkini bottom, but that was the limit of her attire. Her body was beautifully formed, full thighed and wide hipped, while her long raven hair reached the middle of her back. Marti Sue watched her approach around the front of the Jaguar toward her, ever smiling, her somewhat pendulant free breast jiggling provocatively with her movements, the blanket wrapped infant held tight in one crooked arm to the nipple of her other breast.
"A boy or girl?" Marti Sue asked.
"Boy. His name is Bon Bon," Angel said lovingly, coming close so that Marti Sue could see his tiny apple-ish face.
"He's beautiful," Marti Sue replied. "How old is he?"
"Almost four months. Come on, we'll go inside while the others are still making over Vince," Angel said. "You see, none of them can meet you until after Big Noah has spoken to you and blessed you. It's a rule of the Tribe. They're not purposely cutting you out of their greeting, in case you wondered."
"I-I hadn't given it much thought yet," Marti Sue answered, still endeavoring to qualify the girl's last statement. Suddenly, everything seemed so mysterious and ritualistic . . .
She wasn't surprised by the interior of the commune; it was exactly as she had envisioned it the night before, the stained mattresses thrown on the floor, bits of debris littered here and there, a surprisingly sweet incense-like smell and a complete barrenness. Somewhere, a guitar was being strummed softly; she could make out little; there seemed to be an unexpected darkness hanging over the long room except at the front where she saw a revolving blacklight and what seemed to be an enormous person sitting in a great chair that was raised on a small dias. Angel moved silently, her hips and buttocks rolling smoothly as she walked ahead on bare feet.
And then, Marti Sue saw them off to her left!
They were naked . . . two girls on a mattress in a far corner, one on top of the other ... in ... in re- verse! She could faintly discern their writhing and squirming movements, their widespread thighs open in their obscene position, and the moist, sucking sounds accompanied by an occa- sional sigh reaching her above those of the gui- tar. Dear God! They were lesbians ... and shamefully doing whatever they did like a cou- ple of wild animals .. .!
"This is Marti Sue, Vince's new wife, Pa- tvone," Angel said softly, and with her head still reeling from the impossible filthy sight she'd just witnessed and knew was going on behind her at that very moment, Marti Sue looked up at the huge, red-bearded face, his piercing blue eyes sending a voltaic sensation of supremracy charging through her as they met her own. ; The light seemed to be reflecting intermittently upon his face . . . and almost noble countenance, she thought, startled by the power it held, and he sat regally in the massive wooden chair, naked to the waist, his powerful barrel ; like chest coated with a matting of reddish, ringlets of hair. A version of breech-cloth covered his loins, while his strong hairy thighs and legs ; were naked to his feet; there, he wore homemade rope thongs.
"Marti Sue," he said in a deep, near-thunderous voice that resonated throughtout the room. . "Marti Sue ... it could well mean Lady Lily. ' Marti from Martha, which means, Lady . . . and Sue from Susan, which means Lily. Beautiful . .. and so are you, Lady Lily." He smiled broadly and she saw his strong white teeth enframed within the red-beard. "But the conqueror reached you, eh?"
"I-I beg your pardon?" Marti Sue said, confused by his words and entranced by his eyes. "I'm afraid I don't. . .?"
"Vincent ... it means conqueror," he said, still smiling. "And if he's anything, he's that, my Lady Lily." He leaned forward and held out his huge hands, palms up. "Come closer and place your hands on top of mine," he ordered.
For a brief second, she hesitated, then did as he asked, laying her small hands palms down onto his great ones and immediately sensing new magnetic emotion soaring through her. Slowly his hands enclosed her tiny ones, holding them warm and tight.
"May Buddha grace you with the blessing of his all-knowing love," he said, his voice reechoing about the room. "Welcome amongst us, child, our bread, our shelter, our love is yours."
Marti Sue hardly heard his words, for as he held her hands, wild vibrations permeated her whole being, and immediate surroundings blotted from her mind. Suddenly, she saw a small boy being horribly beaten with a cane on the buttocks. The boy was naked and the woman who held him down across her lap was naked ... a fat, strong woman with a coarse face, huge sagging breasts and sensual perversion in her drunken eyes. Brutally, she caned the boy . . . then turned him onto his back and began to manipulate his small penis. When it was hard like a tiny finger, she bent down and took it into her mouth and the child cried in terror. She was his guardian . . . her name was Rose . . . Rose Willet . . . and the boy had been placed in her custody by the authorities. . . . His name was Noah Cannon!
"You all right, little one?" Marti Sue heard his strong voice question. He'd stepped down and was holding her erect by the waist, his tremendous body nearly touching her own.
"I-Yes ... I'm all right. Thank you," she managed, slowly with-drawing herself from his hands.
Big Noah smiled. He said: "You're a tiny morsel, little one. But I'd make a bet that you're hell at making love." He stepped back up onto his dais and seated himself, still smiling at her.
Marti Sue stared at him; she hadn't even remotely expected such a remark from him. She started to speak, but he said: "Tell them to come in, Angel. It's time they all met Lady Lily . . . such a delicate little flower of passion." * * * It was dusk; Marti Sue had met them all including the lesbians, Annie X and a gaunt, homely girl known as Sheba. The guitar player still sat in the corner where he'd finally ferreted him out in the shadows, lean and tall, mustached and long-haired, blue jeans and buckskin shirt. He strummed passively and she attempted to visualize his face. She sat on a box beside Big Noah while the others in their semi and full nudity moved about the compound. The girls were preparing a meal, Vince, who sat on the floor beside her told her. Big Noah's voice filled her head.
"It's a oneness with the universe, Baby," he said. "There's no death. It's the law of Karma. All things work in cycles and have previous causes. . ."
Whether it was the lilt of his voice, or his words, Marti Sue couldn't be sure, but unquestionably, the philosophy he drenched her with was over-whelming. It was beautiful . .. confusing sometimes, but heavenly. Truly, he was a powerfully gifted man . . . and handsome in his own right.
"But now, my little dove, Vince tells me you carry the powers of the metaphysical.
Marti Sue looked up at him. "I ... I don't like that word," she snapped. "It speaks of conceit and imagery."
Big Noah laughed while Vince, who sat beside her, cringed. Shit, no one talked to the man that way. He should've given her the picture a little better . . .
"Sharp baby," Big Noah said. "A chick like you could go far . . . maybe you will."
Marti Sue didn't answer him. She started to, but then the girls were bringing in the food for supper, and suddenly everyone was huddled around, eating from a common dish . . . with their fingers . .. like . . . jungle natives . . . even as she and Vince were given their own private dish and Big Noah held his in the center of his lap.
Marti Sue was hungry and she ate ravenously. She crossed her legs in front of her like an Indian, hauling up her skirt and occasionally stealing glances at the one who continued to play the guitar in the corner.
Finally, she was filled and leaned back. The girls in their nakedness picked up the dishes and went away someplace with them. Marti Sue couldn't keep her eyes off Big Noah who seemed lu sit so nobly looking off over his flock. ince had moved in next to her, slipping his hand around her waist and she held it warmly. She had truly never known anything like this . . . the openness . . . the innocence . . . the sincerity. There was a warmth inside her, but she couldn't fathom it. Nothing seemed real . . . not really real.
Big Noah made a gesture with his hand to someone and an excited rumble of voices filled the room. Marti Sue looked to the man strumming the guitar and couldn't hold back her smile. She thought she detected a reply from him, but the shadows were deceiving. His name was Reno; he had only nodded when they were introduced.
"I want to hear something fantastic, Baby," Big Noah said suddenly. He was talking to her. "Prove your gift."
Marti Sue stared up at him. The room seemed suddenly illuminated with little match-like flames. His particular demand upon her ability irked her. She'd seen so many of them . . . the doubting ones . . . those who wanted to take her to the big cities . . . but now she had her husband, her darling, Vince . . . and none of it mattered. Not any more.
"A person doesn't make light of a gift," she snapped, hardly realizing what she was saying.
Vince's hand tightened around her waist. He was smoking and she saw him draw deep at his homemade cigarette, holding it inside his lungs.
"Come up here!" Big Noah ordered, and it was almost as if a hush had fallen over the room.
Marti Sue looked to Vince who nodded and slowly she got to her feet walking to the big man's chair.
"Tell me something! Now!" he half-hissed.
His eyes were like platinum needles boring through her; she had never known anything like him. Just being next to him involved a charisma that enveloped her. He grasped her hands and stared into her face.
"Rose Willet," she said bluntly. "Noah Cannon was her ward and she beat him on the bottom with a cane . . . then . . . then ..."
"Yes? Yes? What the hell did she do then?"
Marti Sue smiled. "She bent over and put his penis in her mouth," she half-whispered, "while he cringed in terror."
Big Noah gaped at her in utter disbelief. "Jesus Christ!" He gasped. "Nobody .. . nobody could know that! It happened a hundred years ago! You . . . you really have it, don't you? You see them things! Shit . . . you're like a fucking witch!"
Marti Sue tried not to hear his vile words, but they ricocheted in her brain wildly. He clung to her hand and she could feel a slight coating of perspiration forming between them. The expression in his eyes was suddenly more than just exciting ... it was devastating! She pulled free of his hand and backed away. Turning, she looked for Vince but he was abruptly disappearing among the figures on the mattresses ... the naked, love-filled figures who were not always paired opposite in sex, but who were loving one another...
Angel came carrying a small piece of candy on a tray. She was completely naked now and lovely. Marti Sue stared at her. Angel smiled, her head tilted to one side.
"It's all right, Darling," she whispered softly. "Take it . . . eat it. Tonight, you'll be in heaven."
Marti Sue stared at her breasts. My God, they were beautiful .. . filled with milk, love, kindness. Where had Vince gone? She gaped at the lovely girl before her.
"I ... I don't know . .."
"Don't be afraid, Marti Sue," Angel whispered. "We love you."
A tremble of delight spiraled through her at Angel's words. She forced a smile and picked up the piece of candy, putting it in her mouth.
Suddenly, Big Noah said: "Now, we're all celebrating the return of the prodigal."
A loud "yea" filled the room.
"And he brought back with him two things . . . a Jaguar, which should net us a keen dollar or two, and an apparition . .. Lady Lily."
"Yeah!"
He held up his hands and there was silence. "But now, I'm happy to tell you of something that's been in the planning stages for months. Shortly ... my brother, Jason, will arrive in Montreal on the S. S. Sanford. That magnificent little oil-tanker is carrying a spectacular load of big H . . . Heroin ... for the syndicate. But it'll never get to them. All plans are laid. It'll be ours with a bit of manuevering . . . and each and every one of you will end up being taken care of for the rest of your lives! The rest of your lives, babies! How does that sound to you?"
The scream practically deafened Marti Sue's ears. She gaped off at them in the semi-darkness, subconsciously looking for Vince among the maze of naked bodies .. . and then, she heard the strumming of the guitar. She couldn't help but look over at him; he hadn't even changed positions in hours.
Big Noah caught hold of her hand and drew her to him. He was grinning. He cuddled her next to his chest and whispered: "That's Reno. Don't try to make him, Baby. He's bitter. Besides ... I'd be jealous."
It took a moment for his words to penetrate, but when they did, Marti Sue felt every muscle in her body tightening. The one had enveloped her waist with his huge arm and was holding her there, while she gaped desperately amongst the flock for Vince. His expression hadn't changed, his eyes still held the same fire; the feel of his huge hand engulfing her own was telegraphing wild, and now sensual warnings to her brain.
"Wh . .. What are you doing?" Marti Sue whimpered.
He chuckled. "I'm taking you, Doll . . . taking you .. . just the way you want it."
"Oh ... oh where's Vince?"
"Down there someplace . . . among the many ... where he belongs, Baby," Big Noah said, drawing her closer to him . . . smiling almost obscenely. And then, suddenly, he raised his hand high. "Jus Primae Noctis!" he shouted to the others on the matresses.
"Yea!" they replied, and then there was nothing.
Big Noah let free of her and she backed away. The crazy strains from the guitar reached her. Marti Sue felt a half silly grin twist her mouth. Her stupid Vince was out there someplace . . . the whole world was trying to twist on her . . . what a big guitar he played . . . and Grandpa was trying to fuck Angel . .. that bad man. . . . God, she was looped!
"What's Jus ... P-P-Primative . . . Noct . . . Noctis?" she stammered, half-hanging her head as she stood beside Big Noah's chair.
"It's the right of the Baron, Darling," Angel whispered, her words penetrating. "The right of the Padrone to enjoy first night privileges with the new bride!"
Her statements were like keen-pointed arrows knifing into Marti Sue. She knew every word the dark-eyed girl spoke, but she felt damnably useless against them. She was all wide open inside, defenseless and wanting. Where was Vince? Her own Vince?
Ooohhhh . . . something weirdly unique was happening to her. . .!
Chapter 4
Big Noah came rapidly to the decision that just a mite of grass was all he wanted at this point, enough to hone a keen edge to his senses. He wanted to be at his absolute peak when he enjoyed the pleasures this little bird was going to bring him. Fuck, she was a rare jewel, maybe the rarest in his lifetime. Even in her clothes she had the most alluring rounded ass . . . and the mere sight of her full, pointed young breasts made his palms tingle, which was saying volumes in this hand-picked harem he'd surrounded himself with. But it wasn't going to be simple, revitalizing her . . . washing away the establishment's inbred hangups; she had a big mind and a strong one, not easily bent. Time, Daddy, time and patience, he thought as he took her small, soft hand, smiled and led her off toward his private sanctum.
He guessed that it was probably her first trip and had ordered Angel to go light because the stuff was pure. She'd dropped no more than a pinpoint but he could see that the delightful little blonde was dissolving, already soaring gently, even as her lovely dilating pupiled blue eyes were showing him the confusion taking place in her mind . .. like small mirrors that were reflecting her brain's every thought.
"Wh-Where are we going?" Marti Sue questioned weakly. "I-I want to stay with Vince. . . ."
"It's quieter back here, Baby," he said, slipping his powerful arm around her slender waist and drawing her against him as they walked, the soft feel of her warm flesh beneath the sheer material of her dress provoking his libido eroti-cally. "Besides, we don't need an audience when we make it the first time, do we?"
She didn't answer, only looked up at him and stared vacantly as they entered the little empty room that was lighted by another faint revolving lamp. He directed her to the mattress in the center of the floor, then turned her toward him and smiled down into her lovely face.
"I-I don't understand . . .," she managed, shaking her head, her glazing eyes gaping up at him blankly.
"I know," he replied, his voice deep, yet soothing to her, and for a moment, she felt as if she could almost see its resonance.
"I-I feel so strange. . . ."
"And so relaxed," he added.
"Y-Yes ... I am relaxed. . . ."
"And happy . . . full of self assurance," he told her. "But most of all; you're almost overpowered with a new insight."
"I-I can see your voice when you speak .. . and .. . and hear the redness of your beard!" Marti Sue exclaimed.
"You're approaching total wisdom, little one," Big Noah said, running his huge hands up and down the soft, smooth flesh of her naked arms lustfully, feeling his heavy prick give a start beneath the small breechcloth. "Now, undress, Baby . . . take off everything and we'll lie down here together."
Momentarily, little furrows appeared in her forehead, telling him of the tangled struggle going on inside her. Shit, she was hungup, all right. How the hell that fink, Quinn had ever reached her was a happening he couldn't figure. The punk was nothing more than a cheap hood, but he could hustle a car better than any cat in the Tribe . . . which was the one reason he'd told him to come home. They were going to need some more wheels to highjack the shipment of snow once the Sanford docked .. . Still, the fink was too rattle headed in a pinch; there'd been no goddamned reason to shoot that warehouse watchman. . . .
"P-Please .. . where's my husband ... I want to go to Vince. . ?" Marti Sue said, the maze of weird things that were happening inside her head suddenly frightening her. Whatever in God's name was taking place, she couldn't imagine, but she was no longer certain where she was, nor why . . . yet, she was quite sure that if she decided to fly right out of this place she could do it!
Big Noah's hand moved around her waist, drawing her tight against his near-naked, hairy flesh. It was time, he decided. He bent low and kissed her. his hot bearded mouth crushing down hard against the soft petals of her lips, , his other hand moving upward along her ribs ' to her full, erect breast and smothering it in its great palm, his long thick fingers kneading and caressing while the breath slowly seeped out of her.
Abruptly, she felt herself beginning to tremble, a wave of confounding emotions spreading ; through her . . . shame, joy . . . humiliation, sublimity . . . anger, love ... all blended with an unsurpassable physical need revised from her denial of the night before. Her loins tingled between her legs at his powerful, masculine nearness; still, a tiny vein of purity made itself felt inside and she struggled, though not violently, seeing him clearly and knowing who he was and ; what he was doing, but not hating or dispising him, yet still reluctant to fully give herself to , the pleasure of it.
She saw the lust in his piercing eyes and a moment of knowledgeable fear hung briefly within her . . . but she couldn't ignore the resurrected tingling vibrations he had rekindled and sent racing vibrantly over her whole body at the gentle stroking of her breast.
Oh ... Oh God, Vince . . .! She had to fight him! Her mind swam! He kissed her again and again, his hot, strong mouth and tongue moving eagerly, moistly, over her face. She sensed her thin claim to virtue leaving her as the hot sensuous craving increased in her belly; compellingly, she slipped her arms upward over his broad, naked shoulders and around his neck, opening her mouth to his searching tongue.
Time and space relationships were suddenly lost! She gasped breathlessly into his mouth, the nipple of her breast reaching an erect hardness as he pinched and rolled it erotically through her clothing, causing new little jolts of excitement to swirl through her, even as a wave of shame seemed to rise up in her throat in normal response of counter-balance to the weird madness taking command of her.
"I'm going to fuck you, Lady Lily .. . and you're going to give yourself whole-heartedly to me . . . because now you, like all of the chicks, belong to me," he breathed hotly into her open mouth, running his hands down her small ribs and over the full swell of her rounded hip and along her outer thigh, then back up to press beneath the overhang of her buttocks, finally smoothing upward to cup the softness of her ass-cheeks.
Marti Sue's entire voluptuous young body recoiled and tensed against him, his words forming lewd pictures in her drugged mind and abruptly she tried to fight him in earnest, but it was simple for him to control her with his powerful hands.
"You beautiful, exquisite, delectable little cunt!" he hissed. "Lady Lily .. . I'm going to fuck you like you've never been fucked before. . .!"
"Oh ... oh God, no ... no! Please .. . you can't do that! Vince .. . my Vince . . . whei'e is he? He's my husband, don't you see?" Marti Sue whimpered, her brain reeling in the throes of the strange conflicting emotions saturating her whole being: she shook her head negatively, causing her long blonde silken-hair to whip back and forth; yet, even as the words tumbled from her lips she knew that the barriers of her restraint had already crumbled, the very sound of the vile and obscene words he used exciting her sensuously.
"You belong to me, little one. Everything that you have and that you are is mine! And in exchange I'm going to give you total love," he breathed softly, covering her mouth with his ; and sucking at the petulant fruit of her lips, his , big hand suddenly moving up beneath her dress, smoothing along the soft flesh of her hot, i tightly closed thighs. "I'm going to slip my cock right up into that tight little cunt of yours . . . hold your beautiful ass secure in my hands, and fuck into you until you rid yourself of all r the corruption the power structure has filled f you with. I'm your padrone, Baby, you'll answer only to me," he whispered as she stared fixedly into his eyes, her breathing increasing with i every licentious, passion-building word that came from his mouth. "But first. . . I'm going to put my face down between your legs and lick and suck that little pussy like you've never imagined in your young lifetime . . .," he went on and on, his hot hand coursing up over the ; smooth flat surface of her now quivering belly, then back down to the sheer, panty covered swell of her pubic mound, gently stroking and : teasing as he moved beneath it into the silken hair lightly sprinkled over the snug vaginal split that was so rapidly dampening between her legs. "And you're going to love me for it, Baby . . . love and beg me to lick you and fuck you, again and again."
"Oooohhhhh," Marti Sue breathed heavily, her arms clinging tightly around his neck in a sudden, uncontrollable burst of passion that she no longer wanted to fight, and she thrust her tiny tongue deep into his mouth, feeling the heat and strength of his massive body surging into her own.
Reno picked lightly at his guitar. The acridly sweet smell of burning pot filled his nostrils. From his vantage point in the shadowed corner he watched their naked bodies begin to blend together . . . some eleven lost dollies to a half-dozen hard-cocked males . . . swinging and mellow now to the mental lilt of the soothing cannabis ... In the center, there was new activity . . . they were forming a daisy-chain with Vince at the hub . . . Across the room, a baby cried . . . probably Bon Bon, he thought, although four other girls had kids too ... all by the goddamned padrone, himself.
It was a beautiful line the big man threw at these gullible chicks . . . these poor goddamned lost kids. "Have babies that you can raise your own way . . . and don't let the power structure corrupt their young minds . .. Babies are total love . . . pure . . . don't let the garbage contaminate them . . .!" The lousy bastard . . . and now he had Quinn's new little wife back in his lair mesmerizing her with that huge prick of his while she was helpless on an acid-trip. . . Christ, how he wished he could move in on him ... bust the whole show wide open and get it over with . .. but he couldn't ... he fucking well couldn't, not yet. He had to hold tight, grin and bear it . . . the poor kid . . . Christ, she was lovely with that golden hair, that beautiful face, and he could imagine what she looked like stripped . .. What the hell, his prick gave a lurch inside his pants. Damn, he was getting as lecherous as the rest of them . . . but he had to keep his cool; his goddamned life wouldn't be worth a cent if they smelled him out. One word from Big Noah and any one one of them, maleor female, would cut his heart out . . . not a pleasant thought to sleep with.
He'd drifted in on his cycle three-weeks before, claiming the fuzz was looking for him down around Newburg for a series of service-station hold ups. The big man had immediately offered him sanctuary, a joint, and his choice of love-partners for the night. He'd taken all three; to refuse might have pegged him, but fucking Angel according to the Padrone's warped tribal law . . . right in the center of the floor with everybody looking on .. . hadn't been the easiest role he'd ever played. Fortunately, the pot had helped, and Angel had lived up to her name, throwing herself into it like she'd known and loved him a lifetime. She was a beautiful kid, maybe nineteen, and proud of bearing Big Noah Cannon's son. Later, she'd told him about the terrible home-life she'd had; when she'd met Big Noah she was insecure, lonely and all twisted inside with hangups. The padrone had quickly and gently changed all of that. Now he was lover, father, master; ; she loved him completely . . . just as did all ; the rest of the voluptuous kids in that room. .. .
"Don't you get lonesome . . . staked out here all by yourself?" Angel said, smiling down at him.
Reno looked up and saw that she was gor- geously naked; she had a proud, beautiful body, long and strong legged with full hips and jut- ting, rounded breasts, heavy and dipping slightly now with their weight of milk, the faint trace of bluish veins webbing beneath the white skin toward their dark-red areolae and berrylike nipples. Damn, every time he looked at them a little shock tingled at his loins
He returned her smile with a faint onesided one of his own, causing his black, heavy mustache to dip at one corner. "I've got my music," he said. "Everyone should have something of his own to lose himself in. You've got Bon Bon ... I've got my guitar."
Angel nodded, as if his words made a great sense to her. She dropped gracefully to her knees beside, and facing, him, her beautiful breasts swaying provocatively with the motion; she sat back on her shapely calves while Reno glanced at the soft patch of black silken pubic hair garnishing the mound between her full white thighs.
"Bon Bon's sleeping," she said softly. "Annie is babysitter tonight."
Reno could see the pupils of her dark-eyes dilated from the pot she'd smoked. He said: "How come you're not out there celebrating the prodigal's return with the others?"
She shrugged her pretty, sloping shoulders, then brushed her long straight raven hair behind them, the action causing her lovely breasts to thrust up before him. "I guess I just don't feel like making it right now."
Reno fingered the fret-board, strumming a soft procession of chords. "How much did she drop . . . Vince's wife, I mean?" he asked casually.
"A pinpoint... I made sure. It's her first trip, I think . . . She's beautiful isn't she? Big Noah was impressed . . . I-I could see it in his eyes."
Reno detected the jealousy in her tone even though she tried to conceal it; jealousy was an unacceptable violation of the Padrone's philosophy ... a sinful hangup of the establishment.
"She's just a kid," he said; he couldn't help it with the anger churning in his guts. He picked at the strings with a vengeance.
Angel smiled, showing a lot of white teeth. She said: "Would you like to make it with me Reno? Or don't you feel in the mood?"
Reno's prick gave a hell of a start. At the moment, he couldn't think of one damned thing he'd rather do than fuck this enchanting girl .. . but the fact that Marti Sue was tripped out in there and that goddamned satyr was undoubtedly christening her with his cock had him worried. If she should suddenly get all shook and go freaky, he wanted to be ready to help her. . .
"How about a raincheck, Baby?" he asked, smiling his appreciation. "Maybe in a bit, eh?"
"Sure . . . anytime," she replied, slowly rising to her feet, her own smile warm and understanding.
He watched her cross the room, watched the roll of her naked hips and buttocks as she walked between the mattresses, here and there stepping over a leg or an arm . . . and then a hand reached up and caught hers. Reno's strong fingers tightened around the guitar neck. Damn. he'd blown it for her . . . that scrawny bastard, Pig-Eyes had grabbed her! She was looking back toward him almost in helpless desperation, but what the hell could he do now? The right of first-claim belonged to the weazled litle addict with the foot of prick . . . another of Cannon's tribal rules. No girl in the commune could refuse sex to any of the males, providing ho communal laws were violated . . . yet Reno knew how she felt, how most of the girls had felt about making it with that evil-eyed little bastard lately. He was a real weirdo, but for some reason, a pet of Big Noah's and so far none of the girls had complained . . .
Reno heard Angel cry out in a half-muffled voice. He bolted to his feet, dropping his guitar and quickly cut a path between and over the obscenely sprawled and connected naked bodies to where Angel had fallen to her knees in front of the bony bastard. She looked up at him approaching and with gritted teeth shook her head in a silent negative warning, while Pig-Eyes clutched at one of her full proud breasts with both hands, his weazled little mouth wide open and glued to its nipple.
The vile little bastard was sucking the milk from her tit. . . and there wasn't a fucking thing he could do about it .. . unless he wanted to explode everything right here and now . . . and he just couldn't afford to do that, yet! * * * Big Noah Cannon could hardly believe the meaningful depths of the passion-filled responses he'd raised from her soft, moist lips, as well as the sensuous writhings of her voluptuous young body against him. Hell, she had to be floating way up and out . . . excelsior! The heat and aroma of her hot, sweet breath was making his cock throb, like wild.
"You ready, Baby?" he whispered, suddenly withdrawing his big hand from between her warm thighs where it had done little but stroke and caress. "Ready to be sucked and fucked . . . made love to like you've only dreamed of it?"
"Ooohhhh . . . ooohhhh God ... yes!" Marti Sue whimpered, lost in her new world of magical, mystical enchantment. "L-Love me, Darling! Please love me! I need it so bad ... so bad. . .!"
He kissed her again. "Undress, little one. Take everything off. .. ."
Marti Sue knew that she couldn't resist even had she wanted to. It was as if his mind were hers, and she moved almost hypnotically, quickly stepping out of her shoes, then wriggling the dress and half-slip from her trembling body. She felt him behind her, his great arms moving around her waist as she stood there in the faint light with her flimsy panties and bra her last remaining cover. He kissed her soft naked shoulder lovingly while his hands smoothed over the little bowl of her soft white belly. She shuddered delightedly to his touch.
"These conventional hammocks you can throw away with the garbage, Baby. I want you around me from now on just the way God made you," he said softly, his hands moving up behind her to unhook her bra, sliding in under her arms to her large, full pointed breasts, his big hands slipping beneath to cup upwards and lift them as the cool air brushed teasingly over her unleased nipples, causing them to burst into hard, berrylike solidness. She lay her head back against the matting of hair covering his powerful chest, gently pressing her generous buttocks to him, forcing his long thick hardness up against his lean belly with the upper portions of them, sensing for the first time the immenseness of his massive shaft.
She tried to concentrate on its hugeness, a momentary flicker of fear registering in her transcending mind, but immediately forgotten as he began to massage and knead her palpitating breasts, pinching at the tiny, hard pink nipples and rolling them between thumbs and forefingers, sending unbelievable wild sensations coursing through her body to her brain. He moved back away from her then and she felt him lowering himself behind her as he gently drew her flimsy white panties down over her hips and buttocks, and she closed her eyes, raising her head in the intoxicating excitement that enveloped her . . . his lips and the tingly softness of his beard were suddenly and moistly kissing each of her soft white buttocks as she stood there trembling; then she felt the worming hot dampness of his tongue . . . his tongue! burrowing right into the cleft between the gently quivering spheres of velvety flesh . . . finally licking from the bottom of the smooth, sensitive crevice to its top and following right up her back until he stood again with his arms around her.
Fuck! What a delicious little acolyte, he thought. Of all the luscious chicks that he'd surrounded himself with, this was the most beautiful . . . the most desirable. Even Angel, she'd never turned him on like this . . . shit, and this gem had the ESP too ... no question about that. . . . Once he had her heeling properly, then he could begin to manipulate her brain, and there was no limit to the value of this gift she had. He doubted that Quinn would be any trouble, but if he was .. . there wrere ways of eliminating him. . . . Ah yes, this one he was going to keep all for himself . . . the Lady Lily . . . but he'd have to come up with a strong bit that they'd buy ... He couldn't afford to have anything go wrong before they made the hit on the H payload. After that, they could all rot in hell ... he and this delectable creature would be long gone to warmer climes . . . But right now . . .?
He pressed the long thick length of his aching cock downward as he moved in close behind her, insinuating it between the soft voluptuous globes of her still quivering buttocks while his hands reached around to envelope her full, firm young breasts . . . then, he slowly drew her down onto the mattress.
She twisted in his grasp and rolled against him, wrapping her arms around him, waiting to be kissed.
He'd teach her to suck his cock just the way he liked it, he thought, suddenly ramming his tongue into her mouth, nearly to her throat, his one huge hand traversing over her magnificent breasts and down her side, across her belly, at last reaching the moist velvetiness of her hot, sensitive, vaginal split, playing momentarily in the sparsely covered golden pubic-hair, then searchingly discovering her already excited, erect clitoris. It was like a tiny nub to the tip of his finger; he tweaked it and she gasped into his mouth. He pinched it and she repeated the gasp; then he ran his finger downward through the moist, perceptive raw flesh to the small opening of her vagina, and while he tongue-fucked into her warm and receptively sucking mouth, he tenderly slipped his middle finger up into the damp quivering hole.
Marti Sue groaned passionately. The finger moved up into her, long and thick, she thought vaguely, like Vince's very prick . . . but it was only this remarkable man's finger...! "Aaaaahhhhh . . . yesssss," she moaned. This .. . this was erotic bliss! Her whole being seemed to be alive with a seething of sexual lust . .. and she wasn't ashamed! It was beautiful ... and then his finger was all of the way inside her wanting cunt, and a wave of new and exciting sensations rippled over her flesh.
Oh . . . oh Vince . . . Vince . . . What can I say? My whole person feels as if it has been disconnected from the world! His wonderful finger . . . it's shoved right up into my cunt . . . your cunt, darling. . . and I want it there! I do! I do! Nothing elst Dm It ir* . . . only him. and me . . . now .. . now . . . right now!
In her ecstasy, Marti Sue hardly felt him slither down her, rolling her gently onto her back and spreading her thighs; he crawled and placed himself between them, his face hovering just above her moist, excited loins. Her mind was glazed in the rapture of the dimly lit room. She felt large flat palms of warm hands pressing against the softness of her inner-thighs, holding them wide apart, and her breath caught in her throat as she waited with mounting desire for what would happen to her next.
"Oooohhhh," she sighed, lurching as his hot damp iips closed over the soft mound at the base of her belly. Then, she sensed dewy, tantalizing kisses being lavished on the hair-line slit of her excited pussy, his tongue suddenly flickering at the snug., palpitating opening. Every muscle in her body tautened at the maddeningly pleasurable licking of her still-closed cunt-lips, while uncontrollable moans of ecstasy arose in her throat.
M-My God! He's said he would do it . . . lick and suck .. . but she hadn't really believed it! She'd heard of such things between people in love . . . but she'd never dreamed what it would really be like ... or that it'd ever happen to her!
There ... he was doing it again! She was in a dream; she couldn't keep her small soft hands from moving down over her sensuously throbbing breasts, the smoothness of her stomach and coming to rest on either side of her flushed cunt-lips. She could hear him breathing, feel his hot breath against her soft pubic hair and the graze of his beard against her thighs. Slowly, deliberately, she spread the fleshy hair-lined flanges , her moist vaginal split apart with delicate fingers, her hands brushing the hair of his beard as he lowered his face to her and drew his hot, moist tongue up through the sensitive pink-flesh of her nakedly flowering cunt.
Marti Sue moaned, gasped, and twitched beneath him. He felt the movement of her beautiful head, rolling back and forth as his spearing tongue shot out again, its smooth flicking tip circling her quivering, rigid clitoris. He sucked, drawing the warm soft folds of inner petals into the hot cavern of his mouth, while his tongue maintained its moral-shattering licking against the tiny nerve plexus between her legs. . .
Marti Sue no longer had any conception of time or space. How long his wonderful love-making went on she couldn't even remotely imagine ... a minute ... an hour . . . and eternity! All she could possibly comprehend was its unmatched ecstasy as it finally penetrated her tight, moist vagina, surging deep, then taunting her urethra . . . surging deep again . .. and laving her clitoris. . .
Once, she groaned huskily from deep in her throat while the hot probing tin worked its way up and down the length of her narrow, tingling slit, starting at the lower belly and slithering its way down . . . down over the clasping mouth of her vagina and into the crevice of her involuntarily flexing buttocks. She felt his big hands move to the backs of her knees that were splayed out wide and arched on either side of him; he lifted and pushed them up over her body so that their kneecaps touched her breasts, exposing the whole flat plane of her open loins to his eager mouth.
"Ooohhh . . . lover . . . lover. . ." she whined lewdly as he flicked his tongue aginst the tight little puckered ring of her anal opening, and she reveled in the erotic sensations it gave her. God, she'd never dreamed that such wanton, licentious delight was possible.
She whispered and moaned beneath the magical enchantment of his voracious sucking and licking of her genitals. She felt as if she was floating on an exalted level . .. And then, he was drawing her clitoris up to a new erect state, using lips and teeth and a liquid tongue. Her naked loins were a whirlpool of rapture! She loved him . . . belonged to him . .. would die for him!
He moved up over her, tonguing her navel, leaving a moist, hot trail as he inched up her trembling body, at last finding the nipple of her left breast . . . and then, her right . . . sucking and raising salacious gasps of additional pleasure from deep in her throat. He kissed her then while simultaneously he forced her smooth white thighs wider and wider apart.
She clung tightly to him, kissing and sucking at the tongue that had brought her so much pleasure, tasting her own cuntal secretions there and gasping with the lascivious delight and the lewed forbidden thought of it. Abruptly, she felt the brushing of his long rigid prick against her thigh and immediately reached down for it. He raised up above her to give her greater access and she clutched its heavy solid thickness, her breathing catching at the feel of the hot massive rod she encircled with both hands, her fingers barely going around it.
"Oh ... oh God! It's tremendous! Can . . . can I.. . will it fit?"
"You want it, Baby?" he hissed.
"0 ... oh yes, Lover . . . God yes, I want it... I do, honest!"
He bent down and kissed her once more while she clung to his huge prick with both hands, guiding its bulbous, blood-engorged head .... moving it up and down to part the soft blonde pubic hair almost instinctively, spreading open the small palpitating lips of her cunt, until the tiny mouth of her quivering vagina gaped open before it; she let free of it then and held her breath in feverish desire as the blunt, mushroomed tip moved at her little crotch hole . . . coughing suddenly with the unexpected shock of pain from the surprising, almost cruel hard pressure.
"Ooohhhhh Goddd," she groaned in disconcerted anguish, mechanically resisting as the torment increased.
Big Noah sensed a charge of sadistic pleasure churn in his belly and loins at her soulful protest and with a wicked, nearly imperceptible grin lining his lips, thrust in fractions of an inch further and further, causing her to emit another, more agonized groan from deep in her slender white throat.
"Auugggghhhhhhhhh! Oh God ... Darling ... it hurts ... it hurts terrible!"
He grinned openly, unable to contain it, her torturous pleas filling him with a strange barbaric delight.
"Oooohhhhhhh," she whimpered as the huge hardened head of his cock pressured forward against the snug, elasticized orifice between her widespread thighs, and then its smooth rubbery tip wedged inside just beyond its coronal rim and Marti Sue couldn't hold back her pitiful cry.
God help me, she thought dazedly! Her thighs were splitting apart from the continual stretching of the small moist hole between her open legs! He was too big! Impossible! It was going to burst her open!
Cannon couldn't resist the evil excitement her wailing cries were bringing him at the slow and relentless penetration of her cunt, and time and again he flexed his hips to sink an inch at a time into her, until at last, he couldn't take any more of it.
He had to fuck her all the way . .. and now! He plunged into her with all the strength he could muster, dropping his great weight onto her, crushing her young firm breasts beneath his powerful hairy,chest, thrusting his hips simultaneously, sending his long thick cock racing into her frightened, but, lubricously stimulated cunt with brutal, mangling force, rippling the soft tender walls of warm pink vaginal flesh in rippling, jarring waves before it. There was no holding it back and with a loud grunt he felt his heavy balls smack loudly into the upturned crevice between the cheeks of her tightly clenched ass.
"Ooooohhhhhhhh! My God! My God! You've torn me . . . wide open .. . Ooohhhh!" Marti Sue sobbed chokingly, screwing her buttocks down into the bed in a subconscious effort to ease the excruciating impalement. Her legs kicked out into the air helplessly on either side of his big, muscular body, quivering and jerking as he held her pinned securely to the mattress with his great weight and giant throbbing cock.
"Oooooohhhhh . .. ooohhhh . . . ooohhhh .. . oohh . ..," she continued to groan piteously; she lay beneath him completely filled with his prick, the massive throbbing shaft sunk to the very depths of her belly and beyond. She'd had no idea in this world that it could bring her such pain, and abruptly, she realized with a vagueness that momentarily, all sensual excitement had been driven from her body. She could feel every tiny wrinkle of the huge fleshy rod embedded in the moist tight sheath of her cunt . . . her own darling husband, Vince's cunt. . .!
He moved then, shattering all her moralistic thoughts, and she sucked in her breath, holding it in utter fear of what was yet to come. He began to squirm on top of her, his hips flexing, the huge head of his ever hardening cock burrowing deeper and deeper into her soft, now resilient flesh.
"Oh ... oh...! Please, no more ... no more...!" she begged: she felt him raise his great weight up off her, his hands pressing her shoulders tightly to the mattress, his widespread knees forcing her thighs wider and wider apart, until the smooth rubbery head slipping deeper and deeper up into her was pressing hard against her cervix. Slowly, he began to fuck in and out of her, picking up speed as he went, until finally he was buffeting wildly her whole soft, resilient young body with jarring thrusts as he rammed more furiously into her.
The sight of her passionately contorted face and her entire voluptuous young white body spread obscenely beneath him brought a lascivious grin of pagan lust to his lips. Her beautiful features were still twisted from the pain of that first vicious stab into her; her lips were drawn back from her small white teeth, little incoherent whimpers coming from deep in her throat. Her arms were outstretched toward him, palms placed feebly against his hips, attempting to ease the attack of his rampaging cock battering into her sensitive vaginal hole, while her drug-smoked eyes stared up at him unseeingly.
Shit, that fink, Vince, had never boned her like this . . . never sunk his skinny cock to belly depths like he was right now. Fuck, what a tight little cunt it was! Quinn must've gotten her cherry . .. but she was still virginal meat, he thought, holding her tight in the lewd position beneath him. He looked down to see his own curled pubic hair tangling and meshing with her sparse, golden fleece, the head of his thick, fleshy shaft tunneled deep into the quivering pink split that his tongue had nursed to moist, dilated rapture only moments before. He could see her tight coral cunt-lips stretched to the almost ripping point, the expanded outer pink rim clasping tightly around the brownish-skinned base of his heavy cock like a bearded mouth.
He held her accordingly for a moment, savoring the libidinous scene of her fresh youthful beauty impaled helplessly beneath him, his huge cock buried deep in her white, trembling little belly. Christ, the goddamned sight of her there, helplessly subjected to his any fucking whim, made his prick throb and ache, and his sperm-weighted balls churned with the pressure that was building inside them. The luscious little bitch ... he was initiating her with a fuck she'd remember for the rest of her life.
Marti Sue lay in a near powerless, benumbed trance beneath him, aware, yet mercily anesthetized to much of the pain, but trying desperately to understand what was happening to her. He hadn't raped her; she'd wanted it. . . wanted his hot pleasure-giving shaft inside her . . . and then all of a sudden he'd changed from a lover into a lust-filled brute ... and there was nothing she could do but lie there under him and de-gradingly let him ravish her until he'd emptied all of his hot searing sperm into her agonized vaginal channel.
Oh ... oh God, what'd come over her to make her give herself to him the way she had? She must have been out of her mind entirely .. . she could hardly think straight . . . except that now she felt lewd and debased beyond reason with the pain that filled her loins instead of the bliss of such a short time before. The sensual rapture of his tongue and mouth licking and sucking at her genitals had mesmerized her, until she'd lost all sense of reality ... or fidelity ... Dear God, why didn't Vince come and take her away from there . . .?
The sudden hot pain of his brutal entry still tore cruelly at her insides. His massive rod of flesh was moving in and out of her at a fixed, even, bearable tempo ... if only he didn't increase, or change it in a renewed burst of lust. She flexed her cuntal muscles tightly in an experimental attempt at resistance and was immediately sorry, for the throb of her internal sinews seemed to incite him more, and suddenly the huge shaft was boring its way deeper and deeper between tormented legs. She felt her cunt walls clinging to it with a moist heat .. . and then the hard rubbery tip pummeled her cervix again, grazing the sensitive organ as it pushed beyond into new unreached flesh and helplessly she clenched her teeth to endure it.
Rhythmically, he fucked into her while she tried to adjust to it, the pain eventually lessening as her cunt walls stretched desperately in the ravished passage's attempt to accept his immense rod . . . until finally she felt the soft tickling hairs of his heavy balls taunting the smooth crevice of her buttocks when he surged into her; subconsciously, she began to lick at her perpetually pouting lower-lip.
She sensed them then . . . the slow, but sure, return of the earlier desire-filled sensations, lewdly coursing through her veins, arousing tiny salacious chills to run along her spine as she felt the slow measured beat of Big Noah's great cock skewering moistly into her helplessly upturned loins.
Then, of its own volition, her body began to twitch and writhe under him; she heard the mewling noises in her own throat and she hummed up into the moistness of his mouth, thrusting her tongue with revived subliminal wantoness between his lips. Her legs drew back slightly in deep-rooted inclination, her buttocks squirming impulsively down against the mattress, while her whole vaginal passage contracted, released, contracted spasmodically at the enrapturing, lewd and lascivious inner sensations that increased with his every stroke.
Cannon felt her urgent answering throbs engulfing the length of his buried prick. Her lu-bricious clasping cunt-flesh had begun a vibrant opening and closing performance around the hot pulsating shaft. Her pleasure-filled mewling and purling responses were suddenly filling the room, and her head rolled from side to side while her hips had begun a slow rotation to hi;s embedded cock sunk deep inside the moist warm sanctuary of her soft white belly. He clenched his strong teeth tightly as he sensed her incited nibbling crotch screwing itself up closer against his hair covered loins . . . Fuck! At the rate she was coming on, it was going to eat him alive before they were done . . .!
Marti Sue couldn't reason the abrupt new wave of entrancement that was saturating her whole body. All pain had left her, giving way to a maddening galvanic tingle, beginning deep within her womb and spreading relentlessly throughout the raw nerve-ends of her flesh. She l was a mass of exquisite moisture between her thighs. She rotated her hips from side to side in licentious delight around his iron-hard, impaling cock, feeling her dilated cunt sucking in tempo to its rhythmic throbs. He had suddenly become immobile, resting above her with hands placed on either side of her shoulders, and he was letting her quivering body pump up and down at will on the rigid, fleshy column of hot glistening flesh bridging them into one.
Big Noah gaped down between them to watch her moist, grasping cunt slide up and down his thick prick, the pink sensitive ridges of clasping flesh pulling out and clinging to it as she screwed her luscious white buttocks down into the mattress, then the salacious mouth between her legs absorbing the soft folds back into her as it swallowed the heavy unctious length of his rod on the slow, tantalizing upthrust. He let her work and strain against him a while longer, listening to her whimpers of uncontrollable surrender as she labored with increased abandon, her sweat-filmed face twisted in a half-smile of sheer ecstasy.
She was gone . . . freaked out and cunt high, he gloated, watching her delicious, naked young body increase its lewd gyrations and pumping motions . . . faster and faster like a whore gone wild, the urgency of her cuntal thrusts up against him more and more hungrily pronounced, her lust-bared teeth chewing at her lower lips as she strained toward the final moment. He felt the secretions of her sucking channel flowing freely and heard the moist sluicing sounds of the in and out sawing movement as she skewered her loins greedily up his cock, drawing it deep inside her, her back raised high off the mattress to arch her hot young pussy tightly up against him.
It was then that he reached back, grasped her ankles and shoved them brutally up over her shoulders, causing her to whimper as he rolled her into an inhumanly stretched and contorted ball of helpless female flesh beneath him. He held her there securely, making the widespread pink split between her thighs completely open and vulnerable to his lust-filled cock.
His brain whirling crazily now with sadistic desire, Big Noah pulled his deeply entombed prick from her until only the tip of its huge purple head penetrated her . . . then, he plunged forward and down with every ounce of strength in him, ramming the full aching length of it cruelly into her helplessly exposed vagina.
"Uuuuunnnnngggghhhh... ooogggghhhhh!" Marti Sue grunted as it raced into her and she could hear and feel the smack of his sweating pelvis battering against her tender young loins. His heavy body dropped down onto her unmercifully, crushing her full, erected breasts beneath her knees into her chest, while his thick cock pummeled into her receptive cunt with the force of a battering ram, pushing the moist, unresisting folds of flesh again and again in rippling waves before its great, rubbery head.
He continued with long hard strokes into the seething channel, and the quivering moist walls clasped around the thick fleshy rod voraciously, slithering up moistly to devour its length to the hilt. His heavy bloated balls slapped into the damp crevice between her ass-cheeks with a vengeance. She groaned loudly, almost in relief, he thought, at the complete filling of her stretched passage as he kept up the deep powerful thrusts into her hot churning cunt. Her head rolled wildly back and forth, her mouth gasping in pure carnal ecstasy.
Suddenly, Marti Sue became aware that her time had come!
This was it!
The unbelievable mounting pressure that had been growing, growing, growing inside her belly and loins was about to burst! His thick, ever expanding cock digging into her hungrily clasping cunt like a jackhammer had made the cords in her neck and thighs tighten to stand out in an unmistakable sign. She could think of nothing but the enormous, agonizing buildup within her . . .
"Oh . .. oooohhhh ... oh God! Yes . . . I-I'm going to . . .! It's cumming, Lover! Yessss . . . Here it cums! I aaammmmmmmm,!" she cried in a voice shrill with passion, her hands clawing out and cupping behind his driving buttocks, pulling him in a half-crazed frenzy deeper and deeper into her widespread vagina.
Her cunt walls opened like a myriad of tiny wells, emitting a flood of warm, gushing secretion to bathe his insanely pummeling cock. He rammed harder, faster, burrowing deep, deep into the hot liquid depths of her youthfully spewing cunt, the flooding moisture flowing damply out around his battering prick, trickling down the widespread crevice of her buttocks and flooding his throbbing balls as they slapped rhythmically against her tiny working anus.
"Oh God ... Oh God ... Oh God!" Marti Sue chanted, twisting and writhing in under him, the wanton sight spurring him to force her tortured legs farther and farther back over her head while he fucked into her like a madman. Bright flashes filled her head time and again as she continued to grunt out her climax, the secretions still seeping from her flushed cunt-lips around his massive cock and dribbling down the full, quivering spheres of her bucking ass-cheeks.
Suddenly, she felt the big red-bearded padrone jerk, tense and curse crudely on top of her, followed by the hot spearing jets of his sperm shooting deep into the secret sanctuary of her passion dilated womb. Her head swam with obscene sensuality as the powerful streaming squirts splashed deliriously into her, fdling her belly to the near-bursting point with its hot sticky whiteness. The warm moist walls of her vagina clasped and unclasped desperately, milking at the jerking organ like a sucking, starving mouth.
Her firm young body seemed to be suddenly drained of all life just as her mind fell back into its confused, drugged state, and her smooth white legs collapsed loosely on the mattress as Cannon released his grip on her thighs. She lay spread-eagle, sensing his heavy weight lifting from her and the cool rush of air over her sweat-soaked form.
"And that, Baby . . .," Big Noah sighed heavily, stretching out on his back beside her, "that's the whole bit .. . the beautiful . . . total love .. . all we came into this world with ... all we have to give . . . You with me, Chick?"
With him. . ? Total love.. ? Wh-What did he mean? It was all so confusing. Beautiful . . . yes beautiful ... it had been ... so beautiful .. . Vince? Poor Vince .. . she wished she could sleep, but she couldn't . . . The big man rolled toward her, encircling her with his powerful arm and drawing her close. She cuddled in his embrace, an odd sense of security washing over her exhausted body. Maybe, he'd do it again to her; she'd like that, she thought.
"Later, we'll make it again," he whispered.
"Yes . . I want to ... I think . . .," she whispered half consciously, not really knowing what she was saying or who she was saying it to.
Chapter 5
When Marti Sue awakened she was alone, her nakedness covered with an old blanket. It was morning; she had no idea how long she'd slept but the light trickling through the dirty window hurt her eyes. It came back to her then, flooding into her mind like the memory of a wild dream and she sat upright abruptly, her full white breasts thrusting forward as she got to her knees on the mattress.
The dull ache in her body, the painful sensitivity to the nipples of her breasts, plus the almost raw soreness between her legs quickly advised her that it'd been no wild dream. She brushed the blanket aside and looked down at herself, spreading her thighs and tenderly examining the little bruises on her swollen and still flushed vaginal lips. The moistness of his thick white sperm dampened her finger-tips. Dear God, there wasn't any question about it.
. . she'd slept with Big Noah and he'd done it to her . . . and God only knows how many times .. . she couldn't remember .. .! Something had happened to her . . . her mind hadn't been functioning properly ... as if she'd been drugged . . . Drugged? Of course, that was it!
Vince! She had to find him and tell him everything! Oh God, they had to leave this horrible place at once! Quickly, she reached for her clothes where she'd let them fall in a little pile the night before, and found only her dress and shoes. Her panties and bra were gone, as were her half-slip, shoes and panty-hose. There was a pair of rope thongs and she scuffed into them after stepping into her dress. At least, they would get her to the car where they'd left their suitcases. . .
"G-morning," Angel's sultry voice startled her.
Marti Sue swing around and saw her enframed in the doorway. She was wearing just a smile and her bikini bottoms, her hands placed on her generous hips, her beautiful naked milk-filled breasts jutting proudly forward.
"Wh-Where is my husband?" Marti Sue questioned, sensing the blood rushing into her cheeks shamefully.
"He split early this morning with Big Noah," Angel replied softly. "We were told to let you sleep. It's nearly eleven o'clock . . ."
"Wh-What? Where did they go?" Marti Sue asked, feeling a tiny knot of fear in her belly.
Angel shrugged her pretty, sloping shoulders. "To peddle the Jag, I think. Business, anyway .. . and we chicks never ask questions about such things, Honey. You'll soon learn that. . ."
"I don't intend to learn anything!" Marti Sue snapped. "I'm leaving this horrible place, husband or no!"
Angel backed out into the main-room to let the blonde newcomer storm the entranceway. She was still smiling calmly. She said: "Hangups, eh?"
"Hangups?" Marti Sue gasped, coming to a halt and staring angrily at the tall willowy girl. "Have I got to have a hangup just because I don't believe in going to bed promiscuously with any man who wants to take me?"
Again, Angel shrugged. "Did you like it, Honey? I mean, the Padrone is a real lover, isn't he?"
Marti Sue sensed that her cheeks were a fiery red. She struggled for a reply, searching her still dazed brain as several of the other girls in their assorted stages of nudity pressed closer . . . but she could think of nothing. She had liked it! Loved it! Hadn't wanted him to stop . ..! Suddenly, she felt the tears moistening her eyes. "If ... if I hadn't been drugged it would never've happened, I assure you . .."
Angel moved forward, slipping her arm around Marti Sue's shoulders to walk her slowly and unresistingly toward the back of the room. "You need some coffee, Honey," the lovely brunette said, motioning to the others to leave them alone. "Then, we'll comb your hair and walk down by the stream where we can talk. Look, Baby, I'm with you . .. know exactly how you feel . . . but take my word for it, this is it, total love . . . you'll see. He's beautiful, the Padrone. We all love him, and he loves all of us equally. . . It's a wonderful life and you'll come to adore it. You'll find only peace here, Honey .. . love and peace . . ."
Angel droned on in her gentle, throaty voice while she brushed Marti Sue's long golden tresses and the latter sipped at strong hot coffee. In a while, Marti Sue had to admit, if only to herself, that she felt a certain solace easing over her, but whether it was the result of Big Noah Cannon's philosophy, or the calm soothing tone of this disciple imparting it, she couldn't be sure. Nevertheless, as soon as Vince came back she would insist he take her away from there, and she had no doubts but what he'd be more than agreeable once he learned how his so called friend had drugged her into a wild and lewd sex orgy.
Yet, what she still couldn't understand was why he hadn't searched for her and found them together and flown into a rage as any normal husband would . . .? Or had he? Dear God, was it possible that he'd looked in and saw them there in their obscene performance . . . and hadn't cared? Was he that tuned-in to Noah Cannon's unconventional doctrine ... so much so that he looked up to him like this girl and the others ... as if he were some kind of prophet who could do no wrong?
Dear God ... he wasn't the same young man she'd fallen in love with was he? But he was her husband and she loved him . . . yes, she loved him for better or worse! Somehow, she had to get them away from there before they were both completely destroyed by this red-bearded giant with the mystical eyes . .. this man who seemed to be capable of reaching right into her very soul . . . this powerful male who had made beautiful love to her only hours before . . . whose almost brutal rigid organ had left her raw and aching . . . yet, still vibrantly tingling and wanting more of his enrapturing fulfillment. . .!
Lord, oh Lord, help me . . . help us! Please Vince, come back and take me away from this terrible place .. . before it's too late . . .! * * Pig Eyes grinned to himself. He was higher than a fucking cloud, sitting on a rock in a shaded cluster of huge maple trees, watching the chicks stroll down toward the stream with their laundry, their tits jiggling and dancing like some of their naked ass-cheeks, the hair covering their hot little pussies causing his mouth to water. Fuck, what a setup this was. A fix whenever he needed it, a bitch any time he wanted one . . . except that lousy bastard brother of his wouldn't let him really do his thing with one.
"No perversions!" the big fake had made him promise the day he'd walked in on his freaky tribe. "You can stay, but you tell no one we're brothers. Clear? I'll see that you get your horse, but you'll pay your way. A deal?"
Shit, how could he lose? Naturally, he'd bought it, but he wasn't fooled. There was no love lost between himself and his big brother; the Padrone wanted him because he was one of the best second-story men in the business, and the tribe had to have loot now and then, a situation he'd taken care of some half-dozen times the past six months.
Right at the moment he was tickled because of a misconception too many finks, even Big Noah, carried about Junkies . . . the idea that when they were high, sex was the furthest thing from their mind . .. which might be basically true with most . . . but not him. Shit, following a lightning jolt, his cock was a crowbar, throbbing like a jungle drum, except that's when he wanted to get at a luscious, soft white ass, or a pair of full, firm tits . . . like he had at Angel's the night before. Christ, he'd sucked the goddamned milk right out of them just like her bastard brat, and the mere thought was setting him off like a Roman-candle.
His small, beady-grey eyes fell on Vince Quinn's lush blonde wife as the girls descended the path of the bank to the stream. The sun's rays were just right to show strongly through her dress and he saw the enticing outline of her voluptuous young body almost as if she were naked like some of the others. Fuck, she was a delicious morsel! That ape-brother of his had laid his elephant prick into her the night before . . . maybe now . . . just maybe, it was his time for a turn at her ... his own way.
The big man'd scream, but he wasn't about to do anything that'd give their kinship away. Let the big bastard blow. What the fuck did he care?
Nothing else mattered right at the moment but satisfying his sadistic desire to get at that golden haired bitch . . . but how? Maybe ... if he just followed, the opportunity'd present it- self
If not, he'd figure a way to make it; he wanted that cunt. . . and soon! In all her lifetime, Marti Sue had never known a more contented, happier group of girls.
As they walked along in the beautiful mid-day sunshine, seemingly carefree, they sang a popular soul-song in harmony and she found herself joining in. At the stream, Annie and Sheba finished quickly and walked offhand in hand.
"Where're they going?" she asked Angel.
"Annie X and Sheba?" The lovely brunette smiled. "They like to make it in the soft grass."
"Are ... are they. ..?"
"Lesbians? You better believe it," Angel laughed. "Sheba's bi . . . you know, AC/DC, like most of us, but Annie X's straight les. She doesn't dig Sheba making it with one of the bucks. Gets all up tight.. ."
"Y-You mean that you sometimes make love with ... with a girl?" Marti Sue asked in amazement.
Angel tossed back her head and laughed prettily. "Honey .. . you sweet, sweet thing. Have you ever made it with another girl?"
"My God, no!"
"So .. . you see, how can you know what it's 'ike?" said Angel, her lovely dark eyes warm and patient. "Lesbianism was at one time a very conventional standard in society. Chicks were pretty much all bi. I know, Honey ... I'm a student of ancient history .. . erotic history. Homosexuality is merely a matter of geography and puritanistic dogma."
Marti Sue stared at the one friend she had made of the tribal members since her arrival ... gaped in utter shock . . . although she couldn't imagine why she should be surprised at anything she heard or was apt to hear. She'd been sitting down beside Angel who was washing clothes in the stream; now, she stood.
"I ... I think I'll take a walk. I saw some wild flowers back there," the blonde girl said.
Angel nodded. "Don't let it all frighten you, Baby," she half-whispered, her beautiful eyes breathing warmth and love. "I think I'd like to make it with you. You're very beautiful."
Marti Sue felt an immediate, if, unexpected stimulation soar through her at the enchanting, willowy, raven-haired girl's soft words. For a long moment, she stared at her, then, turned away and walked up the bank, her mind once more confused with opposite emotions that she couldn't comprehend. * * * Pig Eyes watched her leave the flock and start up the path. He felt his heart skip a beat. Fuck, she was luscious. Her firm tits were bouncing beneath the thin material of her dress, and when she swung away from where he stood he could visualize the crack of her gorgeous ass where the dress clung to it. She was naked beneath! Shit! He'd whip it blood-red! He'd clutch that velvety white flesh in his hands and shove his finger right up her asshole! He'd chew on her tits and fuck her in the mouth! Goddamn her, she was making him blow his cool like wild!
He fell in behind her, clinging to the shadows a stand of scrub pine offered . . . and suddenly, he heard her singing in a shrill little voice that made his cock throb in his pants. The bitch! She'd sing for him in a minute! And when she opened her mouth he'd shove his prick down her throat! Give her plenty of time . . . time to get away from the others.. .. She was heading toward those friggin' flowers. Baby, you haven't seen flowers yet until you've seen my tulip in bloom! He wanted to laugh at that, but held himself. She was almost there and he could circle around to the brush behind, then draw her back in there. . . . Yeah ... he bent down low and ran silently for the thick growth while Marti Sue walked on unaware.
The field grass, although yet short in the spring, offered him enough camouflage. He was a small, wiry man, five years older than his brother, with a thin, dissipated body, an evil, parrot-like face, small beady eyes and thin bloodless lips. He was proud of nothing about himself except, like Big Noah, the generous sized sexual organ he'd been endowed with. There had been three children, all boys, of which Jason was the youngest, and he'd hated both of his brothers because he'd had to practically raise them with the drunken whore they'd had for a mother. His lot had always been the bad one, the losing one. It was little pleasures like this that he was about to indulge in, especially when it conflicted with the mighty fake padrone that made life worth living for him. And fuck, he was going to take her like he'd wanted to have a bitch for months! It was so beautiful here, Marti Sue thought as she picked a small bouquet of flowers almost subconsciously, her mind filled with all that had taken place, plus the tribal philosophy that was making more and more sense to her with the passing of every minute. She hummed the soul-song to herself while her mind played with the delights of the night before and the open, seductive words of Angel just moments past. The tall, willowy girl was beautiful, and the idea of lying down beside her ... with her . . . even kissing her, she found, was not repulsive once one cleared away all of the chaff that went with it. Gentle love. Yes .. . and after all, what else was there but love? Hadn't Big Noah said something to her of this nature? God, he was so massive and overpowering . .. handsome and loveable. . .
"You make one fucking sound and I'll tear your heart out!" Pig Eyes spat, clamping his foul-smelling hand over her mouth and nose . . . suddenly dragging her backwards like a log.
Shock first, then panic surged through Marti Sue as she felt his strong wiry arm lock about her throat, cutting off her breathing while he hauled her into the thick underbrush. Finally, he let free of her throat and she gulped air frantically, at the same time making a struggle to get away. He caught her and slapped her hard across the face, twisting her upside down over his outstretched legs.
"You fucking cunt! I'll kill you, I swear it! I'll reach right up your fucking ass hole and tear out your belly! Now, lay still, you hear! Lay still!"
Horror filled her . . . horror and overwhelming fear that made more sense in her shocked brain than fighting and screaming. She forced herself to lay across his lap while the reeds and brush entangled in her hair . . . and then she felt his hot hand moving up the naked backs of her legs and thighs toward her trembling buttocks. My God, she was naked there, too!
She could hear his hot and heavy breathing as his hand reached the soft, resilient cheeks. She wanted to scream, yet held herself! Suddenly, his bony hands were kneading the flesh of her soft white buttocks and her dress was pushing way up to reveal them to him. He pinched, ridged, gouged, and twisted at their naked velvety flesh . . . and then he spanked! The flat of his hand cracked brutally against her exposed bottom . . . again and again until she had to bite her lip to keep from screaming.
"You cunt! You fucking cunt-bitch!" he cried shrilly, as he spanked her. And then, all of a sudden, she felt him pulling her buttocks apart and the abrupt, unmerciful penetration of a long-nailed finger probing at her anus.
"Oh no! Please no! Don't! My God, don't!" Marti Sue cried, a split second before he plunged his dry finger into the cringing mouth of her tiny anal hole, scraping at the tender flesh with his nail as he drove it up into her.
He didn't stop; he never stopped . . . from her vagina to her anal passage, thrusting wildly with his middle finger and tearing at her tender flesh . . . finally throwing her off him as he got to his knees and tore at his pants, unleasing his unbelievable heavy rod of swollen hard flesh before her terror-stricken eyes. Then, he was ripping the dress from her . . . ripping and tearing until she was naked in her now whimpering state of pure horror.
"Get on your knees, you fucking hole sucker!" he half screamed. "Get up . .. you're going to suck the juice from this baby! You hear! Every last drop from my balls . . .!"
"No! No! I won't! You'll have to kill me first!" Marti Sue screamed defiantly, entirely unaware of where her sudden courage had come from.
"You dirty little slut!" he screamed, bending Oh God! Help me! down to break off a long, flexible branch. "We'll see, cunt! We'll see!" he hissed almost insanely, immediately beginning to lash her writhing, voluptuous body across the breasts, stomach and buttocks, when she rolled, with the pliant whip.
What happened to stop it, Marti Sue wasn't sure for long moments. The stinging pain of the lash biting into her tender flesh had left her in agony .. . breathless . . . but something had happened.
". . . You know the laws!" a strong male voice said. "No perversion unless the chick agrees . . . and no taking a girl until you've had her the first time in the commune before everyone!"
"Piss on you!" Pig Eyes spat. "I'll cut your nuts off for this, Reno!"
"Get out of here you little warped bastard!" Reno's voice came down to her. "Get out of here before I kill you!"
Marti Sue couldn't stop crying. The instilled agony of the biting whip still ate into the tender white flesh of her body. Suddenly, she felt a soft gentle hand on her brow, stroking it tenderly . . . finally smoothing down over the contours of her cheek. "You'll be all right in a minute," his pleasant voice said. "He didn't break the skin on your breasts. ... I don't know about the rest of you."
She rolled over against him unashamedly so that he could see her buttocks.
"They're welted," he said, and she felt his fingertips tenderly brushing over them. "They're welted, but not cut. They'll be all right in a day or so."
Suddenly, she half raised, throwing herself into his arms across his lap, clutching with her arms around his neck.
"Oh God, please .. . help me get out of here, Reno. I beg you," she pleaded, "please help me ... us, Vince and I!"
His arms were strong around her and she felt good pressing her naked breasts against his lean chest. She kept her eyes tightly closed and thrust herself tight to him.
"It'll be all right," he whispered. "Everything will be all right, Baby. But . . . but we have to take this to Big Noah . . ."
"Oh no, please! I don't want anyone to know ..."
"Listen to me. We have to. The ... the next girl might not be as lucky as you are. We have to tell him. Pig Eyes has broken a law of the tribe . . . and believe it or not, this is one of the decent ones."
Marti Sue clung to him. She felt his hand smoothing up and down her rib-cage, brushing at the side of her breast but never encompassing it. . . moving down to her hip and almost over to her belly ... but not quite. Oh God, how she wished he would! She'd give herself to him right there .. .!"
"Come on, Baby . . . wrap your dress around you the best that you can and we'll go back to the commune," Reno whispered. "Just promise me that you'll tell the truth tonight at supper when I call this episode out. . . . Promise?"
"I-I... I promise, Reno."
"Y-You're sweet, Baby. I-I wish circumstances were different," he hissed throatily.
Marti Sue didn't answer. Instead, she reached for her torn dress and he helped her on with it. After all, she was married! Did have a husband! How could she tell him what she felt?
Please, please please! Help me
Chapter 6
Marti Sue stared at her new husband in crestfallen amazement. She couldn't believe the words that had just come from his mouth. He was half sneering, watching her with pot-dilated pupils, his hands thrust in the hip-pockets of his faded jeans. He wasn't . .. just wasn't the same boy she'd married . . .! My God, he didn't even care that his admirable prophet had drugged her into sex ... or ... or that she'd almost been raped by a perverted addict that very morning! None of it mattered to him and he'd just said as much . . .!
"You got anything else troubling that hungup brain of yours, Baby?" Vince spat, walking over to lean against a dilapidated fence rail in obvious disgust.
They'd no more than swung into the yard when she'd come running out to bawl on his shoulder. Damn her, she was practically shaming him right there in front of Big Noah. Luckily, the Padrone was a cool cat with plenty of savvy. He'd just smiled as if he understood, and walked on into the commune, leaving them to talk. The bitch, she had to get hip to the scene . . . and like, quick. .. .
"You . . . you don't care . . . my God, you don't . . . do you?" Marti Sue said, her shocked voice sounding hollow to her. She backed several steps away from him. "All the time . . . you knew this was going to happen . . . expected me to give myself to him . . .!"
"This is a communal tribe ... we share everything, that's the law," he answered her calmly. "But number one, Baby, is Big Noah. We all belong to him ... he has first claim . .. even on you . . . the sooner you understand that, the better it's going to be for all of us. . . ."
"You . . . you never loved me! You lied . . . why?"
Vince shook his head, as if annoyed that she didn't understand what he was trying to explain to her. "Look," he said, "of course I love you. I love everybody . . . Angel, Ruthie, Big Noah. Sheba, Annie X , everybody, Baby . . . don't you see? That's what it's all about. . . ."
She didn't see! She'd never see! They were nothing but a bunch of immoral savages . . . animals ... even worse! She couldn't hold back the rage that was fuming inside her. To think that he had duped her the way he had; Grand-pa'd been right all along! My God! What ... what was she going to do? He was still her legal husband . . . and she was bound to him . . .!
"For the last time, Vince . . . will you take me away from here?" she tried, forcing an unnatural calmness to her voice.
"Like I said, Baby ... no! You're my wife, for better or worse . . . and that depends on you . . . all the way," he answered emphatically. "Here we are and here we stay .. . and we live according to the Padrone's philosophy, not the goddamned establishment's out there."
"And if I refuse . . ?" she spat defiantly.
"Then . . . you'll pay, damn you!" he hissed back at her angrily. "And I warn you, chickie . . . Big Noah's justice can be mighty fucking weird."
The tears that were streaming down Marti Sue's cheeks were more from rage than anything else; she swung away from him and ran blindly toward the commune. Damn him! Damn him! She'd show him that there was more than one veriety of weird fucking justice!
Big Noah sat in his throne-like chair completely naked, looking down with stern face and penetrating eyes at the stripped figure of Pig Eyes, forced to sit on a box before him. In their usual states of assorted nudity, the tribal members congregated cross-legged on mattresses in a half-circle behind the bony figure of the scrawny addict who was staring up at the me with a tiny sneer twisting his thin lips.
Reno sat between Angel, who was nursing Bon, and Marti Sue, the only girl in the group whose body was entirely covered. She had slipped on a pullover sweater and levis from her valise that morning after Pig Eyes had attacked her, but it was obvious to Reno that she wore nothing beneath. In her lap she held the torn dress to present as evidence and in her hand was a joint that Angel had given her only a few moments before when she'd ran into the building with tears streaming down her cheeks.
The weed was obviously doing its job, Reno thought. He could see the reaction in her lovely eyes; she had calmed down considerably and there was a certain saucy, almost immodest expression to her mouth that he hadn't seen before. Christ, she was a gorgeous doll! He hadn't gotten over the sight nor feel of her naked velvety flesh yet. . . .
". . . You admit to the charge or deny it?" Big Noah's voice boomed, interrupting his thoughts. Reno watched the red-bearded giant glare down with unusual anger at the little man, his hairy thighs spread obscenely to display his massive genitals before all of them, as if the long thick penis even in its flaccid state was meant to remind them of his power. The potentate's scepter, Reno thought ludicrously.
"I admit to nothing!" Pig Eyes sneered.
"Then, you deny the charges?"
"Fuck, yes! I didn't touch the bitch!"
"Reno says he caught you in the act of whipping her. . . ."
"He's a fucking liar!" Pig Eyes spat. "He was laying it to her himself and I found them in the brush. . .."
"That's a lie!" Marti Sue exclaimed, bolting to her feet. "He grabbed me from behind and dragged me into the bush, then tore my dress off! He began to spank me like a crazy man . . . and . . . tried to make me. ..."
"Well?" Big Noah prodded. "What? Go on, Lady Lily . . . don't be afraid. Tell us."
Marti Sue swallowed tightly, her eyes level with the big man's immense genitals exposed so lewdly before them, and a momentary flicker of excitement rippled through her as she remembered the night before. She swallowed again.
"He tried to ... to make me suck him," she managed finally, raising her firm little chin high. "When I refused he said if I didn't he'd kill me . . . then, he broke off a branch and began to whip me all over. That's when Reno came and stopped him."
The big man's piercing eyes were like agates of fire as he continued to glare down at the little scrawny man before him. "Is that the way it was, Reno?" he questioned loudly.
"It is," Reno replied.
"They're lying, I tell you!" Pig Eyes exclaimed, his voice growing shrill.
"Shut up!" Big Noah ordered. Then, to Marti Sue: "Hold up the dress so we can see it."
She did, showing the ripped garment to all of them.
"Is that the extent of the evidence against him?" Big Noah asked.
For a brief moment, Marti Sue hesitated, then suddenly began to pull her sweater over her head. "Not quite," she answered sharply, while they watched her voluptuous naked, welt-covered breasts, belly, and finally her full hips, lush buttocks, and thighs come into unhidden view before them.
She stepped to the center and turned her enchanting young body so that all could see the angry criss-cross of red ugly stripes welting her tender white flesh.
Reno felt his prick stir excitedly inside his levis and saw the padrone's heavy shaft give a start. Christ, it was no wonder he couldn't control his own libido at the mere sight of her; even these goddamned flesh-swappers were turned on by her firm and youthful loveliness.
Big Noah cleared his throat. "You're guilty as hell, Pig Eyes . . . and you'll have to take your punishment."
"Now just one fucking minute, mister," the little man snarled, jumping to his feet. "You try anything on me and I'll . . .!"
"You'll go without H for a week if you say one more word!" Big Noah snapped meaningfully at him.
Reno watched attentively the faces of both men, immediately convinced that an undeniable something had passed between them, and he read the animosity in both of their eyes. Marti Sue came back to reclaim her place beside him, making no motion toward dressing herself. A lump wedged up into Reno's throat and the de- sire to reach over and touch her delicious white nakedness was damned near overwhelming.
Christ, he'd never seen anything like her
"So, you prefer whips, eh man?" Big Noah was saying. "You know the tribal laws, and you know you've broken one. Whips you like . . . whips you'll get. Girls, get the rope. Two of you go cut some nice willow switches. Angel, break out some more grass . . . we're going to have a little festivity." When it started, Marti Sue took hold of his hand and Reno couldn't have felt more stimulated if she'd grasped his cock. Christ, it was all so goddamned crazy! Here she was, this breathtakingly beautiful creature, as naked as the day she was born, her soft hot flesh brushing against his own bare arm where she sat beside him, and he with pants on, his rod as hard as an iron ingot! Someplace in the evil room was her husband . .. and not giving a damn where she was or what she was doing!
On top of that, she was high like everyone else except himself, and in the center of all of them hung Pig Eyes by his ankles from a rafter, while a half dozen naked chicks took turns lacing the willow whips over his buttocks and genitals, obviously getting even for a few of the indignities he'd committed on each of them. But what was undoubtedly stimulating the whole tribe was the tremendous erection the little junkie was wearing! The perverted bastard was enjoying the scourging, and damned near to the point of ejaculation!
"I-I can't believe it!" Marti Sue whispered to him, holding his hand tightly, her lovely nakedness hip to hip with him. "My God . . . he's . . . he's going to . . . isn't he, Reno?"
"He's going to do something, the way that thing is jerking," Reno answered, dry-mouthed. , "Look, over there on the mattresses .'. . they're all beginning to ... do things!" she said, surprised at the sensuous tone to her own voice as she watched two girls draw one of the boys down between them. One of the girls was kissing him while the other was massaging his hardening shaft. .. and then another couple and another, until ... My God, there was Vince with Ruthie!
"What's wrong?" Reno asked when he felt her nails digging into the flesh of his hand.
"I-It's Vince . . . over there with Ruthie . . .!" Marti Sue half-moaned. "Oh God. . . ."
Reno saw them. Vince was sprawled naked on his back, his thighs wide open and Ruthie, a heavy breasted red-head was on all fours between his legs, her head and mouth bobbing hungrily up and down on his prick.
"My God . . ." Marti Sue repeated. "She's . . . she's sucking him!"
The urge to take her into his arms and press her over onto her back was becoming more than Reno could fight against. Christ, his cock was aching with desire for that tender and warm moist slit between her lush thighs, and never would he have a more opportune moment. . . but then, he saw the tears streaming in tiny glistening rivulets down her beautiful face, and somehow he regained part of his composure. Damnit, he couldn't forget that he had a job to do there either. . . .
"Y-You love him, don't you," he said rather than asked.
"He's my husband," she replied, looking directly into his eyes. "You can understand, can't you?"
"Sure," he nodded, forcing a smile. "I understand, Marti Sue . . . only I doubt that he does."
She jerked her hand free and suddenly she was pulling her sweater over her head. She stood and slipped into her levis while he wished to Christ he could bit his tongue off.
"That's enough!" Big Noah suddenly called out. "He's had his punishment ... let him down. . . ."
"No! Wait a minute!" Pig Eyes whimpered from his upsidedown position, his heavy shaft jerking wildly, the vicious red welts standing out in ugly stripes on his lean buttocks, loins and belly. "Shit, don't stop now! I was almost there, man! Let me cum! Fuck, let me cum!"
The big man laughed harshly. Reno could see that their Padrone was higher than hell. His heavy cock was wagging like a flagpole between his hairy thighs and his eyes had lost that penetrating luster. He laughed again. "Let him down!" he repeated. "You want to cum, man . . . jack it!"
A wave of lewd laughter filled the big room. Reno looked up at Marti Sue who was staring at Big Noah with tear-dimmed eyes. He said: "I'm sorry, Baby. I didn't mean to say anything that'd hurt you. And . . . and I do understand . . . about him being your husband, I mean."
Marti Sue returned his gaze, the apologetic warmth and concern in his voice reaching her. She smiled softly. God, he was one of the two friends she had there . ..! What was she thinking of? She wasn't . . . that was the problem. She wasn't thinking at all! The marijuana had warped her thinking capacities. Of all the men, he was the most beautiful . . . and in her stupidity ... her drunken state she'd almost turned her back on him. .. .
"Reno!" Noah bellered, frightening her and bringing every bit of lustful activity in the room to a sudden halt. "Damn you, Reno .. . you puzzle me, man. Eh . . .? Like ... I can't read you, baby. . . . Come over here."
Slowly, the lanky young man got to his feet, brushing at his heavy black mustache at the same time. Marti Sue watched, an unexplain-able tightness filling her throat. He strolled almost aimlessly with her eyes watching his every move, until he came to stand in front of the red-bearded Padrone . . . and it was at that very moment that she realized how badly she wanted him. . . .
Reno forced his half-grin. What the hell was going on? Had he somehow blown his cover . . . maybe stuck his neck out by calling for a hearing on Pig Eyes and backing Marti Sue! Something had passed between this fake bastard and that lousy little addict, but what? Christ, if he'd blown it . . . his life wasn't worth a used condrum. . ..
"Man ... I think on you a lot . . . but I don't come up with much," Big Noah said, staring down at him with drugged eyes, leaning back in his chair, his massive cudgel still cleaving the air like a bowsprit. "You been around damned near a month . . . enjoying our love and hospitality, yet . . . yet, I haven't seen you make it with a girl since the night you drifted in. What is it, man? Like, you know ... it isn't masculine."
Reno shrugged. "To each his own," he said quietly. "Maybe I don't want to develop expensive tastes. I'll be moving on shortly, heading west toward California."
Big Noah nodded his giant head. "All right man, I'll buy that, but a stud like you doesn't have to worry. Lots of chicks just aching for your loins. You're a cool cat . . . and that's why I'm picking you to keep the festivities alive . . . know what I mean? Give us a show, Reno. Pick your chick and turn on. What'd you say. people?"
"Yea!"
Marti Sue had no idea v. hat was happening, except that the lustfilled expression on the bearded face of Noah Cannon was indicative of lewd things to come. She'd heard the dialogue that had passed between Reno and the big man, but she could hardly believe that it was meant, even in its hippie literalness. Yet, dear God, would she've believed any of the things that she'd witnessed or been a part of before these last two days? She glanced over at Pig Eyes who was writhing on a mattress in his pain, while simultaneously he pulled at his throbbing male organ like some depraved animal. Would she have believed that?
A shudder rippled over her and she concentrated her eyes on the tall, mustached young man who'd befriended her. There was no question! Big Noah intended for him to choose a girl and make love to her right there before all of them ... a sort of stimulating orgy where they could all act as voyeurs while the licentious performance incited their salacious excitement!
And God .. . she wanted to be that girl . . . that partner in lovemaking with this wonderful man . . .!
"Do I have a choice of yes or no?" Reno asked, grinning up at the big man.
The Padrone chuckled. "No choice, Reno . . . no more than Sheba's going to have a choice on sucking me. She's the best in the Tribe. Come up here, Baby," he ordered and the homely girl quickly got to her feet, moving nakedly before him to kneel between his legs while Annie X gritted her teeth. "Now, man . . . choose."
Christ, there was nothing he could do, Reno thought. He turned slowly, never losing his smile, looking out amongst them. God, how he'd love to take Marti Sue . . . but he wouldn't for her sake. He looked over at her, then away. She loved that lousy bastard, Quinn. It wouldn't be right; he had to think of her, not him. . . .
Marti Sue clenched her tiny hands into fists. She wasn't afraid; she could do it ... would love to do it with him . . . and let the whole damned world watch them! Go ahead, Darling . . . call me . ..!
"Angel . . . you ready to payoff that rain-check?" Reno said, his handsome half-smile never leaving his face.
Chapter 7
Big Noah was viciously angry and trying not to show it. He had to keep his cool in front of the others. For their Padrone to get up tight would never do . . . after all, he was the essence of wisdom and all that shit. The pot helped, but he was still churning vehemently in his guts. That goddamned stupid junkie! He's almost blown it . .. the perverted bastard! And working on his own little acolyte at that.. . . The sonofabitch was lucky he was still alive. . . . On the other hand, maybe it was good that the luscious Lady Lily got a taste of how things could be . .. like right now, the way she was staring at Angel and Reno getting ready to make it in the center of the floor, then glancing over at Sheba kneeling between his own legs and sucking him off. . .
Christ, the homely, skinny bitch could give head like, wild. And that's what he'd needed to calm him, good grass and a good suckoff while he watched the horny performance on the floor.
"Suck, Baby, suck!" he whispered down at Sheba, brushing his big hand through her long, mousy-colored hair. He could feel her sharp hip-bones against the insides of his knees and her small taut breasts grazing his thighs. He lay back, thrusting his pelvis up at her thin, angular face, feeling and seeing her ovaled lips clinging elastically to the hot spear of rock-hard flesh, her head bobbing up and down over him, her tongue lashing and swirling crazily.
Tenderly, she cupped his bloated balls, caressing and loving them as she sucked furiously on his huge, ever-growing prick. Then, she was slipping a long slender finger along the crevice of his buttocks to his anus, taunting it . . . gradually, like a prong of velvet, easing it inside the tight brown hole to probe gently, the way she knew he liked it.
Fuck, she was one of the undiscovered wonders of the world!
When Reno had called out Angel's name instead of her own, Marti Sue had wanted to run from the obscene place where debauchery was the rule rather than the exception. But instead, she had stood there as if mesmerized by the sight of the tall willowy brunette coming willingly forward and wearing nothing but her beautiful warm smile, while Reno unfastened his jeans and let them fall, exposing his own long hard cock. Even though she couldn't help the disillusionment and frustration filling her marijuana-fogged brain, she felt compelled to watch them as they moved close to one another, Reno gently taking her into his arms, her lovely full breasts flattening against his strong, naked chest, while her hand crept down to clasp his thick, rigid penis and begin to stroke it affectionately. Then, they kissed, slowly slumping down onto the mattress and Marti Sue sensed a twinge of jealous desire rippled through her own loins and belly.
Oh God ... why had he done this to her? Didn't he know how she was beginning to feel about him? Oh . . . she was such a fool! If only she hadn't gotten angry with him over what he's said about Vince, it might be her out there instead of Angel.... My God! What was she thinking? She was getting to be just like them . . . losing her moral wits completely! And all because of the monster up there who was making Sheba commit another depraved, obscene act. ..
Abruptly, Marti Sue glanced at the big man sprawled lewdly in his chair while the slender girl crouched between his hairy legs, her own eyes widening in disbelief as she realized that he wasn't making her do anything .. . Sheba was delighting in the act.
Good Lord, as impossible as it seemed, Sheba was taking nearly all of his long thick cock into her mouth . . . even into her throat as she strained above his thrusting loins. Marti Sue could even see little streams of perspiration running in thin drops from the sides of the homely girl's delineated ribs as she worked furiously over him, while the muscles of Big Noah's stomach, chest and thighs tightened; he arched his back, shoving the huge pulsating rod of flesh even further between her moist, wildly sucking lips, and thin, pink ridges of flesh pulled from her mouth as it clung voraciously to his thrusting cock.
It was all so unbelievable! Marti Sue's mouth had gone dry as she gaped at the lewd, incredulous sights taking place around her. Reno had crawled between Angel's full, widespread thighs; she had locked her white slender calves tight up around his ribs, she was holding them so high. Marti Sue could clearly see his long fleshy penis sliding in and out between the receptive pink lips of Angel's dark, hair-lined vagina. Again, excited little sensations spi-raled through her loins and belly as with every outstroke, Reno withdrew it until the underside of its glistening purple head was visible to her. She winced pleasurably then while she watched in mounting frustration . . . watched him pound his delightful cock into the dark, hair-covered split in Angel's completely exposed crotch. She heard the smack of his pelvis against hers and found herself coveting the feel of his heavy balls slapping resoundingly into the smooth crevice between her willowy friend's uplifted buttocks.
She had never before imagined what it might be like watching two people make passionate love; now, she knew why Big Noah had ordered the spectacle and the others, like herself, were gaping in mounting lust. The lascivious performance, just as the one taking place on the dais, was as much of a captivating drug as the pot they smoked. This was how he controlled them!
Abruptly, Angel's writhing beneath Reno recaptured her attention and Marti Sue forgot all else. She watched the cords on the insides of Angel's full white thighs flex tightly when she thrust her soft, down-covered pussy up to absorb the entire moisture glistening length of Reno's rigid prick. Her lovely buttocks hollowed as she lifted them inches off the mattress, undulating in lewd little circles while they worked hungrily to swallow up the full length of his beautiful cock inside the fleshy pink folds of her sucking cunt.
Marti Sue whimpered, but inwardly, while subconsciously her hand dropped to caress her own soft white belly through her sweater. . .. Dear God, she couldn't stand to watch much more of this . . . A maze of thoughts were racing crazily through Big Noah Cannon's lust-filled and half-drugged mind. One was caused by the loose and carnal expression on Marti Sue's lovely face. The little blonde bitch was about ready to go into a frenzy; he'd bet that sweet little pussy of hers was twitching like a clam's mouth . . . and that's just the way he wanted her when he took her into his sanctum later. Fuck, what a delicious chick she was . . . and what a nice little mate to tour the country with once he got his hands on the payload of H. . . . Fuck, where was that scow anyway? Jason should've sent the messenger yesterday . . .
Suddenly, he felt the pressure building in his balls and all other thought was blotted from his brain. Goddamn, he was going to blow the top of this bitch's head off; he'd teach that blonde little cunt to suck him this way . ..! He sensed the mounting urgency all the way to his bowels and her probing finger in his asshole was just about turning him inside out. He stared at the ridges of pink flesh from her lips dragging along his prick-shaft as she raised her head, then watched them disappear every time she plunged her face downward to absorb it. He could even see her taut, small tits, their nipples hard and a half-inch long as she sucked him feverishly.
"Get, ready, Baby!" he gasped. "I'm going to shoot a load into your gullet like Piss Elegants dream about!"
Wildly, he grabbed at her head with both huge hands, pressing it downward onto his shaft as he lifted his loins to drive the hardened cock deep into her wanting throat. And then he felt it . . . like ground glass moving along the tiny channel from his pulsating balls. "Fuck! Suck it, Baby! Suck it hard . .. hard!" he bellowed, and it spurted wildly into her mouth from the tip of the raging, jerking rod, while he watched as the ecstatic sensations tore through him, his eyes glazed, yet seeing her cheeks bloat and contract as she swallowed hungrily time and again the massive charge she'd dragged out of him, her mouth sucking, her tongue working furiously while he continued to squirt his hot, thick sperm far down into her desperately swallowing throat and ripples of pleasureable sadism trickled through him as the profundity of his climax began to diminish.
When it was done, and his prick began to deflate, she continued to suck and nibble at it. Gently, he lifted her head and smiled down into her homely face, reading the spent look in her amber-hued eyes.
"Did you make it!" he asked.
She nodded enthusiastically. "God yes, it was beautiful . . . you're beautiful, Padrone. I love you!"
He smiled tolerantly. "You're a dream-girl, Baby. I love you, too. Now, run and get me a cube, eh? I feel a little meditation coming on . . . and made it light, Chick. That's pure stuff. ..."
Just a touch of acid was going to round him off dreamy like, Cannon thought, sighing heavily with the pleasant exhaustion of his spent loins . .. and he wanted to be just right when he decided to take his voyeuristic Lady Lily. Meanwhile, he'd just sit there and let the Angel-Reno combination work him back up to pitch . . . and if there was one thing that Angel-doll could do, it was fuck, a fact she was proving without reservations. . . . Rene could hardly know the thoughts passing through Big Noah's brain right at the moment, but if he had he would have realized they were in accord with his own.
If there was one thing Angel did well, it was fuck, he was thinking. Christ, she loved it, and even though she'd been his second choice, he wasn't sorry. The enchanting creature was sensuously beautiful, made for the purpose of giving herself fully to a man, her whole heart, soul and body thrown completely into the act. Damn, what a professional whore she'd make!
From the beginning, she'd begun to moan and murmur incoherently, writhing her hips upward at his throbbing cock, and immediately he'd screw into her, grinding his teeth in his own mounting desire while she squirmed and jerked in under him in luscious, wild abandon. He'd tried to keep his head but it was damned near impossible; it'd been a long time .. . since the night of his arrival . . . not because it wasn't there for him, but Christ, he had a job to do. . . .
Marti Sue...? Was she watching? God, he couldn't help himself even if she was ... not now. She was in love with that punk husband of hers, anyway . . . had already told him as much; besides, Angel had made him conscious of his throbbing need and his cock ached as if someone had been sticking pins into it.
"Oh, Darling ... it's heaven ... heaven!" Angel whimpered in obvious rapture, gouging her long nails into the flesh of his lean shoulders, rotating her crotch maddeningly around on his prick and flinging her widespread white thighs into a dozen lust incited positions before wrapping her long slender legs back up over his back.
Reno's brain swam heatedly with the fire burning in his loins. He could no longer give thought to anything else. His balls ached with the immediate furor building inside them and he skewered his long prick deeper and deeper into her receptive hole, feeling the spasmodic squeezing of a wanting, educated cunt . . . the sucking grip of her moist, velvety vaginal walls drawing at his very entrails.
Her whole delicious body jerked and squirmed while she moaned incessantly, her beautiful warm face twisted in ecstasy . .. mouth gaping, neck tensing, nostrils flared, a thin film of sweat already glistening on her brow beneath her disheveled dark hair.
The fact that they had an audience no longer mattered a damn to him. He felt the moist, smooth pink flesh of her delightful cunt-channel clinging to his shaft, holding him tightly inside her, pulling and sucking maddeningly at his pulsating, growing cock. He levered upward on his toes and frantically plunged the last remaining inch of his long, husky rod into her delightful moist pussy, raising a new moan of bliss from her slack mouth, her eyes popping open in a glazed, surprised expression of phallic worship.
"Ahhhhh ... Reno, Darling . . . it's wonderful . . . wonderful, lover. Give it to me, Baby ... all of it!" she gasped and he clutched at the round, smooth orbs of her luscious ass-cheeks, raising them off the mattress to him while he lifted himself to a better advantage, thrusting and grinding into her with all the strength of his hips and thighs.
The soft quivering of her buttocks flexing and unflexing caused the warm smooth flesh to ridge between his strong fingers as he clutched his hands tightly into them. He drew her hungrily onto his cock and felt her thighs open even further to him, flowering the moist, pink hole of her cunt wider in acceptance to his needing prick fucking deeper and deeper up into her wildly grasping vaginal passage.
Furiously, he thundered into her crotch . .. her delicious, black-hair sprinkled crotch with the receptive, salacious fissure splitting it . . . pummeling into its moist raw depths with powerful, intensifying strokes. His brain still reeled, but entirely caught up in a whirlpool of erotic confusion . . . Marti Sue! He thought of her guiltily for one brief moment, although he couldn't imagine why. Christ, he was flipping. . .! He shook his head to dissolve her image. ... He looked downward at the lust-provoking dream of Angel's firm, rotund breasts beneath him, letting his brain saturate itself with their milk-filled splendor .. . watching them quiver and sway sideways toward the mattress, their lush cherry nipples severely distended . . . and suddenly he rammed into her brutally, causing her to grunt forth a guttural cry as she arched her neck with the pleasure-pain of the thrust.
Again and again he battered into her, his rut-aroused brain slowly but surely taking complete control of him, the sadistic instincts of the male animal gradually stealing command of his reason. Suddenly, he was shifting his hips and weight every way possible, plunging and ravaging the hot, sensitive raw flesh of her receptive cunt as if his long thick cock were a wrecking bar he was grinding and slamming into her. Mercilessly, the smooth, rubbery head battered her cervix while his loaded, sperm-filled balls crashed loudly into the viscid coated crevice of her widely spread ass-cheeks.
Angel whimpered beneath him low and animal-like, writhing in her attempt to bear the abrupt, unanticipated shock . . . even as he plunged harder, driving his hot loins more forceably into her open, willing cunt. He gaped down into her lovely face, watching the changing expressions contorting it. His brain swirled! Fuck ... he was losing his last bit of wits! If only he could blow his nuts! His mind screamed for release! He reached in under her, his nailed-finger scraping at her soft, secret flesh as he sought her anus.. He fumbled between her warm, vibrant buttocks while he pounded his furious cock in tempo, deep into the lubriciousness of her enchanting cunt. He clutched at the quaking hillocks of flesh, pulling them wide apart, searching for the small puckered ring of soft flesh . . . her tiny defenseless asshole!
Then, he found it and touched it, feeling the crinkly snug ring working with the writhing and twisting of her ass. A rivulet of viscous moisture dribbling down the spread-apart crevice from where his rock-hard thick cock was sawing into her, dampened the tiny opening, and he pressed into it, feeling it give slightly, then harder, until suddenly the tight, clasping sphincter muscle gave and it popped open, slipping over his finger and actually drawing it inside the warm, spongy channel. She whimpered before the unnatural intrusion, but persistently he sunk his thick invading finger into the soft, rubbery depths . . . until the palm of his hand lay flat against the moist intoxicating crevice of her beautiful young ass.
"Ooohhhh . . . Darling, Darling!" she moaned passionately. "Oooohhhh . . . yes, yes . . . love me, Reno . .. love me all the way!"
At first she'd lurched understandably in her effort to accept his rectal impalement, but he waited and with passing seconds she began screwing her full, rounded buttocks down onto it, and he worked his finger around and around inside her, feeling through the velvety partition of thin tissue the ridges of his heavy sliding cock fucking in and out of her, until he'd begun a dual rhythm of finger and prick as she moaned wildly beneath him.
His loins were a raging inferno now, his rod growing and expanding inside her as he grunted and quivered, reveling in her hot flesh, increasing the speed and measure of his stroke, tunneling into her savagely while his merciless finger drubbed the depths of her delightful, clenching asshole.
She held him tightly in her strong white thighs, clamping them high around his waist, slackening them and clamping them again. Her soft body was hot and her head moved wildly from side to side as she chewed at her full lips feverishly. He saw her dark eyes rolling like crazy in their sockets as she tightened and loosened her scissor grip, winding her legs completely around him while she waved her buttocks from side to side, then screwed her cunt furiously up his raging prick.
He realized that she was moving rapidly toward orgasm; she began to groan and strain, guttural sounds coming from deep in her chest . . . incessant gurglings that drove him to even more violent, vicious strokes.
"Ooohhhhhh . . . Reno, darling . . . fuck it hard! Harder! Screw it.. . fuck it to death! Harder . . . harderrrr!" she cried up at him, foul obscenities beginning to gush from her lips in her desire to reach the pinnacle and take him with her, her moist, squirming crotch bucking insanely up against his loins and finger, her legs suddenly drawn back until her knees crushed her heaving breasts, then she locked her ankles over his shoulders and rode her cunt wantonly up his cock to cling there for a moment in completely enslaved rapture.
Marti Sue felt her own body trembling violently, spasms of erotic sensations rippling through her. The carnal scene taking place in the middle of the floor, plus the lascivious satellite spectacles surrounding it, had completely unnerved her. She felt the dampness of her own tingling pussy between her tightly clenched thighs while subconsciously her hand stroked her belly narcissistically as Angel's long slender legs drew back until her ankles were draped up over Reno's broad shoulders and his glistening hard cock thundered into the beautifully upturned split in her crotch. A million needle-points prickled her own soft flesh in her mounting, lust-filled desire, while simultaneously tears of jealous anger trickled down her face. Damn him! Damn him! Damn him! Her brain screamed frantically!
Her beautiful body began vibrating uncontrollably beneath him. She grabbed at his face as the spasms seized her, biting at his mouth with animal-like ferocity, her body arching convulsively against his to hold there shuddering and quivering, her orgiastic fluids bathing his rigidly pummeling cock, running down her soft, smooth ass-cheeks to flood his balls as they slapped tightly into the moistened crevice.
The sensation of her climax was all that he needed. He burrowed into the depths of her hot, spewing cunt, pressing her knees back to her shoulders and hammering brutally, battering her cervix with his expanding shaft. She continued to whimper and gasp ecstatically, her belly and thighs caught up in spasmodic contractions, her excitement still obvious as with wild and eager passion she said: "Darling . . . Darling . . . it's beautiful . . . like outer space! Fill me, Lover . . . fill me with your hot, sweet cum! Fuck me hard, Lover! (Jive it all to meeee!"
Reno felt like screaming! His agonized bliss was that intense. The pleasurable pain in his balls seemed unbearable. He thrust and withdrew to the veiy tip of his prick then plunged again and again, feeling the wild sucking of her cuntal muscles as she tried to extract the gism from his seething loins. He was almost there; he knew it! Almost . . . but not quite! Seconds more! He'd go out of his goddamned mind! He rammed and rammed again . . . then! He gasped, swore aloud, and felt the apex of his climb as suddenly he began to topple down the crazy fucking mountain of orgasm!
Angel moaned with him as she clutched at his shoulders and thrust her cunt up high onto his enrapturous cock. He quaked from head to toe, grunting and blurting unintelligible sounds while he shot into her, spouting with jerking, violent force the convulsive streams of his thick, white hot sperm, squirting it far up into the hidden recesses of her open and wanting womb.
Fuck! Fuck! He wished it would never end . . . but it did eventually, and when it was over he could do nothing but collapse into her receptive arms on top of her ... he was that friggin' exhausted. . . .
In a while Angel rolled him gently off of her, then kissed him. She rested on her elbow above his face, smiling down at him, her expression a vision of warm loveliness.
"Damn, you're some cat, Lover," she whispered.
"Thanks ... a guy couldn't be much else with you, Baby," he replied, a shudder, then a heavy sigh rippling over him. He looked around the room and saw the others all busily involved in sexual variations, including Vince Quinn who was playing six-a-neuf with Ruthie, while Big Noah sat, still sprawled obscenely, looking as if he might be taking a light trip. "Seems as if we did our job well, Baby. The place looks like a Roman circus.. . ."
"Except for Marti Sue," Angel said, gesturing toward the blondegirl who was suddenly running toward the door for the outside.
"Hey, what's biting her tail?" Reno questioned, sitting up with a start. "She looked like she might've been crying. . . ."
"Yeah . . . and I think I might know why, Lover," Angel said, half-smiling.
"You mean, Quinn?"
"No, Baby, not Quinn . . . you and me."
"What?" Reno stared down into Angel's warm, smiling face. "I don't get it. . .."
"Neither did she . . . but I think she figured -]he was going to . . . and right now the green-eyed monster is gnawing at that tail you men-tloned. ... WThy don't you go find out, Lover . . . if you're man enough."
Angel's words were just beginning to register when Reno looked back toward the door and saw Martin Sue being confronted by a tall skinny stranger in a black leather jacket, shoulder length dark hair and a dirty unshaven face. He was holding her by the arms and grinning down into her obviously frightened face. Reno grabbed up his jeans and slipped them on quickly, prepared to interrupt their scene when Angel caught hold of his pant-leg.
"It's okay, Lover," she said. "No danger there. That's Daisy ... he's a queen. The Padrone's been waiting for him ... it means that Sanford's docked in Montreal. ..."
Chapter 8
"Sorry to chop the party, Babies," Big Noah said, "But the news we've been waiting for is here." He'd donned his breechcloth and the males had pulled on their Levis, while the girls remained in their usual various states of nakedness. They'd moved in close on their mattresses and were listening to his every word. "We've got to work fast . .. there's no time to spare. Everything to the last detail's been planned out. Vince and I snatched two sets of wheels today. They're parked and waiting for us in the woods a mile and a half from here. Syndicate boys will pick up the stuff from the Sanford three hours from now. We intercept then on their way back at a point just above Lake George. It'll take'em four hours to make the run from Montreal to Lake George . . . and us six to get there from here. That all clear?"
Reno watched and heard their affirmative replies. He felt the muscles tighten in his stomach habitually, as always, when the action was about to start. This is what he'd been waiting for . . . why he was there. He only wished to hell that Marti Sue and Angel didn't have to be involved in it, but it was too late to do anything about that now. Of course, he could make a few recommendations that might help to ease it for them when the time came .. . but first, he'd better concentrate on his own plans.
What Big Noah wasn't aware of was that the law had been onto this incoming heroin shipment for weeks, and that the police would be following the syndicate hoods after they made their pick up right to the Tribe's planned interception point . . . killing two birds with one stone. While the feds were concerned with the narcotic angle, police in three surrounding countries were as anxious to bust Noah Cannon's Tribe and put an end to the vicious crime wave they were certain the hippie padrone and his followers were responsible for . . . but getting the actual goods on them had been another thing.
"All right . . . Jason will be following the syndicate boys with four of our cats who are already in Montreal. Broder . . . Vince . . . Stones . . . Daisy . . . you'll take one jalope. Vince'll drive. Harper . . . Pig-Eyes . . . Miles and I'll take the other. Reno'll look after things here while we're gone. Any questions?"
There were a couple raised but Reno didn't hear them. He was too jolted by the big man's decision to leave him behind. Christ, he hadn't counted on that turn of events. In their own plans, the Chief had figured him to be in one of the hijacking cars, that hidden infiltrating factor that could give the signal at the right moment and quickly demoralize any shooting defense they might come up with. He had to try something . . .
"Hey man, I'm no babysitter," Reno said in a casual manner, a half-grin on his face. "I crave action . . . know what I mean?"
The Padrone's penetrating eyes narrowed. "No good, Reno. I want a level head here looking after my chicks . . . and you're the cat for the task. Besides, after the show you and Angel put on for us, I think you're more of a lover than a fighter."
Loud laughter filled the room, followed by a maze of agreeing comments. Reno forced a chuckle then a nod and started to speak, but never got it out.
"Wait!" Marti Sue exclaimed, slowly getting to her feet. Her slender white hands were beneath her golden-hair, their finger-tips touching at her temples, while her beautiful face stared blankly, as if she were a thousand miles away from them mentally. She took several steps forward toward Big Noah's dais and began shaking her head. "No ... no you can't .. . you can't do this! I-I see death! Policemen . . . cars together .. . a crash and shooting. Policemen everywhere . . . and . . . and one has no face . . ! I can't see his face . .. it's blank! But ... Oh, my God! Vince .. . Broder . . . they're killed .. .!"
Immediately, a rumbling of voices echoed through the room. Reno felt an icy chill ripple up his spine. Big Noah was staring at her in silence; then, Vince got to his feet and said: "She's lying! She's sore at me is all and she's making up a lot of crap . . .!"
"Shut up!" Big Noah ordered. "Come here, Baby," he said to Marti Sue and she obeyed, stepping up on the dais between his powerful legs. "Now . . . tell me more, Honey."
"I-I've told you all of it," she said in a strained, hushed voice, "Police . . . police everywhere . . . and one ... he didn't have a face . . . There was a loud crash with two cars coming together . . . and . . . and Vince . . . both he and Broder were . . . were shot. . . dead!"
Reno watched the voluptuous blonde bury her lovely face in her hands as she began to sob almost hysterically. The big man drew her down onto his lap, cuddling her against him inside his arms, as if reassuring her protectively. He whispered something to her, then looked down at Reno questioningly, "What do you think, man?"
Reno swallowed tightly. To say the wrong thing might easily blow his cover; he couldn't take that chance. He started to speak but Vince interrupted.
"I tell you, it's crap! We can't cop-out now . . !"
"Man, I told you to shut up!" Big Noah roared. He did, but reluctantly. Then, the Padrone said: "Well, Reno? I mean, you've got a cool head . . . how's it strike you?"
Reno shrugged characteristically. "Solid, I'd say. You know better than anybody that she sees things straight; she did for you, didn't she?"
The big man nodded, remembering what she'd told him regarding Rose Willet, and there was no way in this fucking world she could've known that. . . Still, he wasn't about to pass up this score, either.
"Your right, man," he said finally, holding Marti Sue against his hair-matted chest and caressing her hair with his huge hand. "Though ... I can't figure how the fuzz would ever get in on it. . . unless . .."
"Unless?" Pig Eyes prodded from his place on a mattress.
"Unless ... we got a rat-fink in the tribe," Big Noah replied, his piercing eyes scanning their faces menacingly. "And if we have . . . I'll find him ... or her, out sooner or later . .. and cut his fucking heart out!" For a long moment he was silent, while his vicious eyes raked their faces one after the other. Then, finally he said: "Okay so we change our plans ... I want that snow . . . and I intend to get it! Meantime, no one leaves the commune. Annie X, you break out the four rifles and pick the best shots among the chicks. We're posting guards to see that nobody leaves here tonight. You shoot and ask qeus-tions later. Clear?"
Annie X nodded and gave Sheba a signal to follow her.
"What're you gonna do?" Pig Eyes questioned. "Christ, man, we ain't got all fucking night."
Big Noah ignored him. "You chicks split," he said. "The rest of you cats crowd in close and keep your voices down." Marti Sue started to get up from his lap but he held her there. "No, you stay and listen to this. I want to know how it sets in that mystic brain of yours, Baby . .." It was a simple variation of plans, nothing more than changing the point of the hijack to further north, which made no difference as far as Marti Sue was concerned. She continued to advise against it, reiterating all that she'd told them. Vince would die! Broder would die! And there were policemen all around . . . one with a blank face . . . Reno cringed everytime she repeated it, although his only worry was the fact that he was to be left behind. Somehow, he had to let the Chief know!
Abruptly, Marti Sue moved off Big Noah's lap and went to her husband, dropping on her knees before him.
"Please, Darling .. . don't do this?" she pleaded. "My God, don't you understand? You'll be killed . . !"
"Fuck that shit!" Vince snarled, pushing her away. "You might be able to peddle that crap to those hillbillies, but not to me." He got to his feet as she began to sob again. "Come on, man . . . let's get moving before we're too fuckin' late anyway ..."
Chapter 9
The men were gone. Marti Sue lay quietly beside Angel with the sleeping Bon Bon between them in the darkness. She knew the dark-eyed girl was awake, as were the rest of the girls in the room . . . unable to sleep now in the absence of their males. Someplace in the building, Reno, their singular protector, slept ... or lay awake just as she was. Damn him! She hated him! Why couldn't it be him instead of Vince, her own husband, who was going to die . . . and he was ... he was!
She felt the hot tears trickling down her cheeks. In the morning she'd leave . . . hitch a ride to Castleton and call Grandpa; he'd send her the money to go home. God, what was to become of her now . . .? Suddenly, she felt the little form of Bon Bon being moved and then, Angel rolled toward her in her warm soft nakedness, her gentle hand smoothing over the little bowl of Marti Sue's belly.
"You're crying, Baby," Angel whispered. "I could hear you. Look, maybe it's not that bad. . . ."
"He'll die! I know it, Angel! I'll never see him again!" Marti Sue replied in a choked sibi-lance.
"You . . . you love him, Honey?"
"He's my husband."
"I know . . . but do you love him?"
". . .Y-Yes, I love him ... at least, I did . . . and I do, I do!" Marti Sue said stubbornly, feeling Angel's warm caressing hand stroking her belly and ribs, finally smoothing upward over her full breast.
Her breath hitched in her throat at the unbelievable, gentle touch of the beautiful girl . . . and then she found herself slowly turning toward her, pressing her own full breasts against the motherly ones of the lovely brunette, until their breasts, their bellies, their warm thighs were tight to one another, and she could feel the silken down of Angel's fleshy mound pressing erotically against her own. Then, Angel kissed her with soft, moist, open lips, her sweet breath filling Marti Sue's nostrils and she opened her own lips to receive the other's tiny hot tongue into her mouth. Eagerly, she sucked at it, her arms slipping around Angel's swanlike neck, her hands playing in the long, ravenish hair.
Oh, God . . . this was what she needed .. . delicious, tender love and understanding . . . but Angel withdrew her mouth and spoke.
"The father of my baby's there, too .. . my husband, Darling, even if we don't have a paper to prove it."
It dawned upon Marti Sue then. She said: "Big Noah?"
"Yes . . . you see, I love him . . . love him like no other girl could ever love him
Out there, in the establishment . . . he'd be my husband . . . legally."
"Do ... do you wish you were out there, Angel?" Marti Sue had to ask.
Y-Yess . . . sometimes. But I want what he wants. He's my man ... I belong to him. ... He made me know what true love really is."
Her words were like little pearls of wisdom to Marti Sue; she dwelt on them individually. "Y-You .. . you're a very beautiful person, Angel. I don't know . . . don't know what I'd ever have done without you these few days."
"Sometimes, Darling . . . it's like that . . . when the whole world looks as if it's going to end for you .. . but it doesn't. Something happens . . . someone comes along to fill a crazy void that never should've been there in the first place." She continued to run her warm hands over Marti Sue's velvety flesh, tenderly tweaking at a nipple, then smoothing down her side to her buttocks, pulling them tight to her and slipping between to gently caress and taunt her tiny sensitive anus. "That's fate, Darling, something miraculous like your own gift . . . and I happen to be only one of the two here for you."
"One.. . one of the two? What do you mean?"
Angel sat up, releasing her. Marti Sue could see her warm lovely face in the darkened half-light.
"What we need is a joint ... a soothing, delightful turn-on . . . and after . . . I'm going to make love to you, Baby and we'll talk then . . . wonderful, gentle, feminine love. . . . Would you like that?"
Her husky, whispering words soared through Marti Sue's brain like a sweeping wall of fire. She felt her loins tingle and her belly knot with an enthralling emptiness that sent wild tiny waves of rapture to the very tips of her young hardened-nippled breasts. Immediately, her need of only hours before was rekindled, and she could think of nothing in this world she would rather have than this girl's lovemaking.
"Oh, Angel ... I'd love it. . . love it!"
They kissed, each caressing the other's face, then Angel probed inside an opening in their mattress; she struck a match, lighting both home-rolled cigarettes.
Marti Sue took hers and dragged deep, holding it there the way she'd been instructed. She smoked fast, not wanting to prolong the enchantment she knew was to come. In minutes, her head swam wildly. It was a delicious sensation that seemed to spread all through her. She felt her loins fermenting in anticipation, the thin, tender split of her vagina moistening damply, her brain racing with the mounting lewd thought of what they were about to do . . . and then came the commotion!
Someone turned on lights and Sheba shoved him into the room with the barrel of her rifle in his back.
"Let's keep those hands up, you bastard!" Sheba spat. "Just because you're the only man here doesn't mean we can't handle you! You shimmy sideways and I'll put a fucking hole right through you!"
Annie X was on her feet. "What is it?"
"This cat! I caught him trying to leave .. . and the Padrone said that no one leaves!"
Marti Sue stared at him. It was Reno, wearing a shirt, shoes and jeans. His lean face was expressionless as he stood there with his hands over his head. Again, the emptiness struck at her belly, but this time as it had when she'd experienced her vision and saw Vince being shot! Her brain swirled from the effects of the marijuana and she hardly noticed Angel slowly getting to her feet.
"All right, chicks! Up! All of you, up!" Annie X ordered, moving slowly toward their prisoner in her nakedness, her heavy, pendulous breasts swaying with every step she took.
Marti Sue had never paid particular attention to the size of Annie X before, but she was a tall girl-woman . .. yes, woman, probably in her mid-thirties, with a square, mannish face, boyish hips, and muscular arms and legs. She wore her hair short and combed severely back . .. and there were thin nests of short hairs encircling the nipples of each of her heavy breasts, matching in color the forest that covered her pelvis.
"Bring him up here," she commanded, stepping onto the dais and lowering herself into Big Noah's chair. Wild, almost perverted little scintilating lights danced in her greyish eyes. She smiled, showing square, hard, mannish teeth. "You prick!" she spat. "So you thought you could pull something just because the Padrone wasn't here ... is that it? Where were you going, Reno? Come on, tell us, where were you going?"
Reno shrugged. "To Castleton."
"Why?"
For a moment he said nothing. Then: "Maybe I was up tight because they didn't take me with them. I'm no goddamned babysiter. . . ."
"No? Well, you're a goddamned liar! How were you going to get there? Why didn't you take your bike?"
"I was going to hitch."
"You mean, you didn't want to wake us up!" Annie X said. "Besides, it'd be easier getting out of here walking ... or crawling, eh?"
"You're wrong," Reno tried, his hands still in the air as he stood before the naked woman's form occupying Big Noah's chair with her mimicking spread thighs. Christ, he could see the inner reddish lips of her cunt hanging down, and the way she was looking at him with warped delight. Goddamn, he'd blown it all right. .. blown it good! But how the hell was he to know where those crazy bitches were hiding. He was lucky that Sheba hadn't pumped a slug into his back!
"No . . . I'm not wrong, Reno. You're a fucking liar!" Annie X spat. "You figured you had to deal only with chicks .. . weak chicks . . . dumb chicks .. . but you're going to learn a lesson, stud! Learn according to the Padrone's own philosophy and laws! You're cool, eh, man? Well . . . we'll see how cool you are when the girls work you over! Get the rope, Angel! The rest of you come up here and rip the clothes off this bastard! Wait! Ruthie ... get us some grass first . . . we're going to have a little festivity of our own!"
Simon Reno had never felt so utterly helpless in his life. They'd made him wait with the 30-30 centered on the middle of his back while they sucked the joints into roaches. Then, they'd come at him at Annie X's command, ripping the clothes from him, tieing his wrists behind his back, and like an insane animal-pack, hauling him into the air by his ankles in the center of the room. He was as naked as a jay-bird, but it was Annie X who had to step down and lay the first willow switch across his balls.
He wanted to scream! Instead, he bit at his lower lip until he tasted the blood, and then they were all around him like a fanatical swarm of nipping and ripping wild animals, lashing and screaming with their whips, the biting and cutting scourges lacerating his flesh to the bone, his genitals afire with the agony . . . while all he could think of was his stupid mistake, whatever it was, and the fact that his buddies might well walk into a bloody fiasco. . . . He'd really let them down!
"Wait! Wait!" Marti Sue screamed, clutching at her head and raising to her feet as if she were completely consumed by spirits beyond.
Slowly, they stopped, while Annie X glared at her in doubting jealousy. She came forward with Angel behind her, still grasping at her temples as if she were trying to gouge the sight out of her brain. "It's him! The blank face! Him . . . Reno! He's the blank face . . . the police . . . the one I couldn't see! He . . . he's responsible for Vince's death! My husband . . . you hear? My husband! He killed him!"
"Baby ... Baby!" Angel tried, reaching for her. "You don't know what you're saying! It's the pot. . !"
Marti Sue had no idea, no conception of what was happening inside her. She merely ran forward grabbing a whip and began to lace Reno around his genitals furiously. She wanted to kill him . . . just as he was killing her dream! She saw his face in the policeman's uniform! He was the spy in their midst and he was murdering her husband! Viciously she whipped, her brain reeling in a feeble linkage of thoughts. She'd kill him! Kill him! Kill him! Damn him, she'd kill him . . .!
Something struck her, but she hardly felt it! She looked into another face and then she was being slapped again and again!
"You foolish bitch! You love him . . . and he loves you! Stop it . . . stop it! Damn you, stop it. . !" some clothes on and do it quietly. We're going to get him out of here before the boys come back and finish the job. You hear me?"
Marti Sue didn't answer, only stared at her for a long moment, while her brain swam from the effects of the marijuana, plus the shock of all that had taken place in the last few hours . .. And then, slowly, it came to her . . . like some heavenly revelation . .. and Angel, true to her namesake, had made her know . . . Dear God . . . she did love him . . .! She loved him with all of her heart. . .!
Oh, Lord . . . what have I done to him? Marti Sue's brain swam crazily when she realized reality once more. It occurred to her that she'd been unconscious, but she wasn't even certain of that. Her surroundings came down onto her like a torrent of heavy stones. She sat upright suddenly and Angel shook her. Slowly, the world of being subconsciously opened, and she saw the long, half-darkened room. Something hung from the ceiling like a bloodied, sacrificed animal. Around her, girls were engaged in feminine, sexual lust . .. kissing, sucking, licking lasciviously. She tried to get her bearings.
"My God!" she gasped. "Wh-What is it?"
"Listen to me!" Angel whispered hoarsely. "We can do it now! That, Baby, is Reno ... the man you love."
"No ... I love my husband . . .!"
"Damn you! Don't be a stupid little fool! It's Reno you love ... the very man you've been whipping like a maniac!" Angel hissed harshly. "Now, you listen to me, damnit. Get Marti Sue didn't cry aloud; she let the tears drop silently wherever they might as Angel helped her carry Reno's bleeding body from the commune in the half darkness.
"He's coming to," Angel said, and they lowered him to the ground for a few moments. Marti Sue slumped to her knees and cradled his head in her lap, gently stroking his face when he began to mumble incoherently. "It's getting light . . . there isn't much time," the dark haired beauty added. "You'll have to take him alone from here. He'll be able to walk a little, but I doubt if he'll be fully conscious."
"Wh-What about you?" Marti Sue questioned with concern.
"I'll go back and try to stall them when they find out both of you are gone . . ."
"They'll kill you, Angel . . ."
"Don't worry about me, Baby ... I can take care of myself," Angel assured her. "Now listen to me, the guards are only along the road in front. There's a cave near a gully just over the second hill you'll have to climb. Big Noah used to take me there when I first came to the Tribe. There's dry wood and an old blanket there, and a stream runs through the gully. You'll be safe until this is all over. . . I'll try to bring you some food as soon as I can. Do you understand, Baby?" "Yes, I understand."
Angel touched her hand with her own. "You do love him, don't you?"
"Oh... God yes, I do . . . I do!"
The dark-eyed girl smiled in the half-light. "I knew it," she said softly. "Now, let's get him on his feet.. . You'll probably have to let him rest every few minutes so that he won't pass out completely on you . . . But you'll be all right, Baby . . . just keep going straight ahead . . . There, can you handle him . . .?"
"Yes ... I think so . . . with his arm around my neck this way .. ," Marti Sue managed, struggling to shift his weight to her shoulders where she could more easily support it.
"Good luck, Darling," Angel whispered.
"Wait. . . kiss me before you go, Angel ..."
She did, with all of her tender lovingness. "I-I only wish we'd had more time, earlier, Baby," Angel said, meaningfully. "Maybe someday, eh?"
"Y-Yess, Darling . . . maybe someday . . . and soon . .." Their three-mile laborous journey took hours. The sun was well up, with Reno still dazed and stumbling, hardly aware of anything around him except his own agony, Marti Sue knew, as nearing exhaustion herself, she somehow managed to keep him on his feet, half-carrying, half-dragging him, while the sun encrusted the bloodied lacerations on his naked body and the tears streamed from her own eyes.
Lord God, in her drugged and frustrated state, she'd brought this horror onto him. It was all her fault .. . and she loved him . . . really loved him! Not Vince . . . not anyone else in the world .. . only him . . . her darling, Reno! Oh God she'd been such a fool . . . and Angel . . . sweet Angel, had made her know . . .
She saw it then . . . the mouth of the cave down near the gully ... if only she could get him down there . . . then . . . then, she could care for him . . . love him . . . make him know . . .
Reno opened his eyes. The torments of satan swept over him. They raged in every muscle, cord, and inch of flesh covering his body. Desperately, he tried to establish reality, while the outrageous pain surged through him. He struggled with his mind ... He was in some sort of cave . .. there was a little fire . .. and another person ... a girl . . .
She came over to him carrying a can of some sort and a piece of cloth, then knelt beside him. He watched her dip the cloth into the can, wring it out and apply it between his thighs ... cooling and momentarily pacifying . . .
"M-Marti Sue . . ?" he whispered hoarsely.
"Oh . . . Darling, you're awake at last," she said, smiling, but with tears dampening her beautiful eyes.
"Marti Sue . . . Baby . . .," he repeated chokingly.
"Shhhhhh. Don't try to talk," she said, moving quickly to hold a metal cup of water to his lips, and while she lifted him up he drank thirstily. "We're in a cave," she told him. "Angel helped me get you out of there . . . and I brought you here."
"Alone . . .?"
She nodded. "I-It's amazing what you can do when you love someone," she said, leaning close and brushing her lips against his face and forehead. "Now, you should sleep, Darling. Later, we'll talk ..."
"How long've I been out?"
"Hours . . . since last night, and it's well past mid-day now."
It was all over with then . . . too late to be any help to his fellow officers . . . he'd finally blown the whole fucking thing... All he could do now was hope they'd came through it all right... He said: "You were right, you know . . . I'm the guy . . . the rat-fink . . ."
"I know Darling. I know .. . and thank God for you," she said, kissing his chest, then his cheek and lips.
He couldn't help it, even though the blood was oozing out of him and he hardly knew where the hell he was, his prick began to thicken. Goddamn . . . how he wanted to make love to her . .. pull the jeans and sweater off of her luscious young body and bury himself in her soft warm flesh . . .
Marti Sue saw his rod lengthening and a tingling sensation rippled through her belly. She couldn't keep her eyes from its swelling delight. Two welts stood viciously out from its heavy side . . . red and ugly, and she was careful not to touch them as she encircled it with her hand and gently pulled the heavy foreskin back to reveal its moist, purplish head.
Even in his agony an erotic charge raced through him at the cool touch of her hand on his prick.
"I love you, Reno!" she said, her voice a passionate whisper.
"I-I know .. . We had it back there in the commune . . . but couldn't make it click," he replied with an effort.
"Please . . . don't talk anymore, Darling. Just lie there and let me make love to you . . . help you forget your pain," Marti Sue said, feeling the warmth of her exciting awakening deep in her loins. "L-Let me try to make it up to you."
"Damn . . . damn, Baby, I-I love you, too!" he gasped, raising his head to watch her gently stroking his cock that was growing harder with every soft caress. He stared at her lovely, fascinated face as she continued to draw the foreskin up and down over its glans with her small white hand. Damn, he wished to Christ the rest of the agonies would seep out of him like they were at his loins with her delicate manipulations. He gaped at her in mounting lust, hardly daring to believe it when she levered herself over him and bent to kiss the smooth rubbery head of his cock with her beautiful soft lips, causing a wild shudder to quiver through him . . . and then, those lovely lips parted, her head lowering . . . until the whole* tip of his cock was enclosed within the moist velvety warmth of her mouth! Fuck! He never would've believed it could happen . . . never!
There! Marti Sue told herself in trembling passion. It was in her mouth! His beautiful prick ... in her mouth . . . and she'd put it there . . . wanted it there . . . and she felt its warm spongy head as she began to experiment with her tongue! It was the first time in her young life she could ever remember such a maddening desire possessing her and she sensed her whole body vibrating with the excitement of it. His beautiful cock . . . there was something more than fulfilling about it ... it was everlasting! She loved him as she never could've loved Vince. It seemed to her as if her mouth would be forever craving it from this day forward .. . and she could tell that he was loving it. Oh, God, she'd learned to suck it beautiful for him, she thought as she let it play in her mouth while her tongue explored the delightful rubberiness of its smooth head . . . taunted and tasted the split at its tip, sensing the delicate acrid bite of the fluid it emitted . . . and then, she sucked, as if by so doing she could draw the more delectable cream from his loins.
Her hand slipped down to tenderly cradle his balls with heartfelt affection as she lowered her mouth down further onto it, trying to draw it deep into her throat as Sheba had done to Big Noah's . . .
"Baby, Baby," he gasped. "Don't try to take it all until you've had a little more experience .. ."
She drew her lips in an enclosing, sucking motion up off it and smiled at him.
"I love it!" she said excitedly. "I want to take it all ... even your wonderful balls if I could get them into my mouth! Oh Darling, I want to suck it every morning and every night . . . you'll let me, won't you?"
"Damn!" he blurted. "I'll make you!" "Oh yes, Darling, I want, you to!" she exclaimed. "Spank me when I'm bad and let me suck your wonderful cock when I'm good! That would be heavenly," she said, laying her face flat onto his belly, staring at his prick while she held it in her hand and flicked her tiny tongue teasingly into its little orifice.
Ghrist, how he wished those bitches' whips hadn't drained him the way they had. Every sinew in his body ached . . . and fuck, he wanted to make love to her so damned bad. He could still hardly believe that she wanted him ... that she loved him . . . was actually kissing, licking and sucking his prick! It was like some crazy dream! Maybe it was . . . maybe he was out of his mind . . . delirious from the beating he'd taken . . . and when he came to he'd find it was all a vision . . .!
No, it couldn't be! He started to reach down and touch her lovely long hair, but stopped short. Suddenly, his belly knotted with a heavy twinge of nausea and he stared at the mouth of Ihe cave. ... Then, Marti Sue slowly got to her feet and screamed.
They had visitors . . . Big Noah and Pig Eyes . . .!
Chapter 10
"Angel was right!" the big man spat, his eyes gleaming insanely as he thundered into the cave toward them and Marti Sue dropped down beside Reno's naked, prostrate body, cringing in horror. "She said you were holed up here . . . but not until Pig Eyes beat her ass for twenty minutes with one of them willow switches. They're mighty fucking persuasive tools, eh Reno man?"
Reno raised to his elbows, the effort causing untold measures of pain to shoot through his tortured body. "You bastard, Cannon! If you've hurt that girl I'll kill you!"
Big Noah threw back his head and roared with laughter.
"Listen to that fucken punk!" Pig-Eyes half-squealed, his parrotish face twisted in an evil grin.
"Yeah . . ." Cannon said, still chuckling. "Man, you don't present much of a threat. . . but if you did I'd have the chicks come up and take care of you. By the looks of that rat-fink carcass of yours, I'd say they do a pretty good job. Only, it's too bad they didn't finish it . . . 'cause now. I've got to . . . fuzz!"
Marti Sue continued to recoil in rapidly building terror, pressing protectively against the helpless Reno who was holding tightly to her hand while she stared in loathing dread at Pig Eyes leering sadistically down at her.
"And you . . . you little cunt!" Big Noah spat at her. "I saw you . . . you were sucking his prick! You filthy little bitch . .. sucking a cop's prick! Turned against your own Padrone, your husband ... all of us .. ! Well, you won't have to worry about that punk husband anymore . . . he's dead! Got it flush in the face, Baby! Fuzz lead . . . and Broder too, just like you called it. They were onto us . . . and all because of the pig beside you. The whole fucken show blew wide open! We got nothing ... in fact, we were damned lucky to get away in our jalopy . .. but now, we settle the scores, eh?"
"You better listen to me, Cannon," Reno tried. "The law is going to get you. Be smart . . . don't do anything else that'll hang you higher . . ."
"Oh ... I don't intend to, fuzz," Big Noah answered, grinning wickedly through his red-beard. "Naawww, I wouldn't think of it, although I don't intend for any pigs to get me . . . but I do intend for you to get yours . . . and she's going to do it, man . . . that luscious little cock-eater beside you."
Pig-Eyes sniggered and clutched obscenely at the protuberance in the front of his dirty jeans. "You want me to strip her first, Noah?" he asked without looking at the big man.
Cannon dug a hand into his pocket and brought out a cube of sugar. He handed it to Pig-Eyes then reached down grabbing Marti Sue's slender wrist, brutally, jerking her to her feet.
Reno tried to struggle upward as Marti Sue screamed in sheer terror, but Pig-Eyes kicked him in the stomach and he immediately collapsed onto his back.
"Damn you!" Marti Sue screeched at the scrawny man as Reno groaned loudly from the blow. She was trying to get free of the giant's massive hands holding her taloned ones from behind and chuckling obscenely. "You perverted, junkie bastard!"
"Shove the cube in her mouth!" Big Noah ordered.
She tried to fight them, but it was useless. They held her nose until she opened her mouth, gasping for breath, then forced the sugar cube between her lips. She couldn't spit it out with Pig-Eyes' foul hand over her mouth, and they held her that way until it dissolved and she was forced to swallow.
Dear God! She had no idea what she'd taken, but was convinced it meant the end for both Reno and herself. Oh Lord . . . help me fight against it, whatever it is! Save us, dear God . . save us! And then, they were ripping the clothes from her body, stripping her naked, as almost immediately her head began to reel just as it had that first night when this monster had taken her and she'd been completely defenseless . . .
Reno groveled on his back in the fresh agonies Pig-Eyes had unleased in his belly with his vicious kick. He knew that he was barely hanging on the edge of consciousness . . . but he was helpless. The filthy bastards intended to kill both of them . . . there was no doubt about that . .. but not until after they'd used her defenseless young body every way they could . .. Christ, he had to try something . . . anything that might save her.
"Cannon . . . don't hurt her. Let her go and I'll go to bat for you, I swear it," Reno said, raising up again on his elbows. "I'll lie ... anything . .. just let her go . . ."
Once more, Big Noah gave out with a hardy laugh. Then: "You stupid fucken fuzz! You think I'd believe you? Naaawww, Baby . . . you pigs are all alike, dirty fucken pigs!"
"I swear it, Cannon!"
"Piss on you, you lying fink! Pig-Eyes, tie his goddamned wrists behind him," Big Noah snarled. "Then we're going to share this morsel, brother, while the acid takes her right up and out, and that fucken witch's brain of hers is ready to listen to every thought I put into it!"
"You won't get away with this, Cannon!" Reno snapped desperately as Pig-Eyes threw him onto his stomach and wrenched his arms behind him. "I'll get you . .. I'll get you, damn you, if it takes me the rest of my life!"
Again, Big Noah laughed. "Well that won't be very goddamned long, fuzz . . . cause this little baby I'm holding in my arms is going to snuff that out of you like a lighted match . . . now what'd you think of that?"
Marti Sue heard their words, but they seemed to make little difference to her. She was aware of all that was taking place around her, yet, none of it mattered greatly. Her brain seemed to be expanding and momentarily she was convinced that there was nothing she couldn't cope with or do if she really wanted to. Big Noah was holding her from behind and fondling her breasts pleasantly with his massive hand. A pleasing sensation rippled through her when he pinched its nipple and she knew that she was already moist down between her legs when he decided to take her. She felt sorry about Reno being sick ... or whatever was wrong with him, but there didn't seem to be anything she could do to help him . . . and he was such a sweet, lovable man, too .. .
A singular sensation of erotic excitement abruptly rippled through her loins and she looked down to see Pig-Eyes on his knees in front of her. He was licking her cunt . .. and it felt so good . . . holding it apart with his thumbs and running his hot, moist tongue up and down between its moist pink lips .. . and then he was nibbling at her clitoris . . . Ooohhhh, it felt so good . . . good . . . good!
In his lifetime, Reno had never felt anymore useless. His whole body was a cage of pain and agony, and Cannon's warped mind had seen to it that he could watch the perverted, obscene de-bauchery they were going to submit this drugged girl to . . . this girl he'd fallen in love with. They were both naked now, like his beautiful, mind-shattered Marti Sue, laying on the floor not a foot away from him and toying with In r lasciviously. Pig-Eyes lay on his side in front of her, sucking frantically at her young lush breasts with his middle finger plunging in and out of her tender vagina fiendishly, while Cannon lay behind her, holding her against his massive, hairy body, his thick middle finger thrust up into the tiny channel of her anus between her lovely buttocks.
Near-horror expressed itself on Reno's face as he realized that she was moving her hips back and forth rhythmically between them, her mind a lost factor to her, and he watched as Cannon whispered unceasingly into her ear. She wore a simple smile on her beautiful face and her glazed eyes stared off at nothing. Acid! The bastard had loaded her with it! She was tripped way out! All he had to do was plant ideas in her head continually, as he was obviously doing, and she'd react, just as if his brain was her own!
Christ! What could he do? Cannon was destroying her . . . both of them! And he couldn't do a goddamned thing! Oh shit . . . she was so damned lovely . . . even beneath their foul hands . . . her beautiful, rotund soft breasts . . . her hips so generously arched into full white thighs, and the soft swollen mound between them with its golden pubic hair . .. that he'd never quite gotten to ...!
She loved him! He had to help her someway . . . somehow . . .!
It was all over, Noah Cannon was thinking, even as he thrust his finger into this delightful creature's warm soft asshole. The best bet was to make a run for it.. . cut south, maybe, toward New Orleans and lay low for awhile. He'd had such a beautiful setup, too. Another time, there'd be no goddamned brother like this punk, and he'd be harder on his chicks. Of course, he couldn't take this cunt with him the way he'd planned, she'd gone fuzz .. . but when he was through with her she'd be as empty as a shell anyway.
Maybe he'd take Angel and the brat. Shit, there were damn few like her around, but it irked him that she'd crossed him. Her ass ought to be a rosy red right at that moment. . . nothing that wouldn't heal, but he'd bet she wouldn't forget it right away. Damnit! He'd wanted that payload for a bankroll too . .. planning on taking this little twat he held in front of him for kicks. Shit, she was a sweet bitch, and his cock was beginning to throb between the lush globes of her ass like a trip-hammer. The luscious cunt! She didn't know it yet, but she was about to learn all of the attributes of LSD!
Cannon raised his head to watch his brother sucking at her tits and fingering her cunt. He was another parasite that had to be eliminated .. . even though the sight of the punk right at the moment carrying on his wild performance was spurring him on. And then, the little bastard was squirming his hips upward, trying to get his foot of cock to her mouth. He couldn't contain the laugh in his belly. Fuck, he was going to wipe out a whole swarm of problems tdday!
"Get her up on her knees," the Padrone ordered sharply. "You want her to suck you .. . let's do it right, brother. I've got an idea of my own .. . one she won't forget for a fucking long time to come!"
Reno watched in choking, helpless rage Marti Sue's unresisting response to Cannon's manipulation of her naked voluptuous body; Pig-Eyes had stretched out on his back with his bony thighs spread apart vilely, his hardened, oversized prick and heavy balls jerking before her drugged eyes as the big man guided her forward on her knees between them, holding to her rounded white hips from where he knelt behind her.
Her firm full breasts swayed provocatively as she crawled on all fours up over the scrawny little junkie, her long blonde tresses hanging down to graze his puny thighs and loins, her dilated eyes fixed dazedly on his thick fore-skinned rod, while Cannon behind her, smoothed one big hand lustfully over the white soft spheres of her youthfully rounded buttocks and stroked his own massive, rigid cock with the other.
"I wouldn't want you to miss one flicker of this show, man," the Padrone said with evil, salacious delight. "I'm going to let you in on one of my secrets ... let you pick-up on how I get control over my chicks . . . and how they do whatever I tell'em to do . . . regardless. . . ?
"You rotten scum, Cannon!" Reno spat. "You better kill me, because if you don't. . !"
"Don't worry, man ... I promise you'll never get out of here alive," the red-headed giant cut him short, grinning and continuing to stroke his growing shaft. "Meantime, you just lay there and watch us enjoy this sweet chick eh?" He chuckled viciously, then to Marti Sue: "All right, Lady Lily, let's see you go to work on little brother's prick. Suck it!"
Reno felt a sickening sensation clutch at his guts as Marti Sue's small hand encircled the panting addict's thickened rod of flesh, his lean, hair matted pelvis jerking upward at her touch, causing it to skin down until the mushroomed, red-fleshed head popped from the heavy foreskin a scant few inches from her lush lips above it.
"Rub those sweet lips with it, bitch!" Pig Eyes hissed at her. "Then lick it from top to bottom ... all over . . . quick, damn you!"
Reno clenched his nails into the palms of his hands behind him when he saw his beautiful Marti Sue's soft, luscious lips move down and contact the tip of Pig Eyes' moist throbbing prick, then begin rubbing it in a little ovaled circle with her small hand half-wrapped around its shaft .. . caressing her bowed lips with it as if she were tracing their outline, just as she'd been ordered.
Automatically, her tiny pink tongue flicked out and she licked down the full length of the rigid stalk . . . up, then down again and again, laving her warm damp tongue all over it while her full, young breasts danced and swayed beneath her from the motion.
"That's enough of that!" the little man snapped, his vicious eyes beading lasciviously. "Now, suck it! Hurry up, suck it!"
At last, he was going to let her suck it, Marti Sue thought in her swirling dreamworld, parting her lips and opening her mouth to slide them down over the beautiful, hard rubbery head along the full length of her tongue, the tiny drops of seepage from it filling the warm cavern of her mouth with its warm piquancy. Immediately, she began to suck hungrily on it, working her head up and down in a quickly established tempo with his thrusting loins, She had never imagined that a prick would taste so delicious and she explored its every ridge and wrinkle. Her tongue licked wildly at the blood-filled head, the tip probing hotly into its tiny split . . . and then something heavenly was happening behind her . . . between her buttocks and around her moist, tingly pussy . . .
Ignoring Reno entirely, Rig Noah watched with lust-filled eyes as Marti Sue's soft, pretty mouth clasped voraciously around Pig-Eyes' expanding thick cock sawing upward into her face. The thin, tensile rim of her lips clung to it as though held there by some bewitched force, and he grinned licentiously, because he knew what that force was . .. acid. He watched his runtish brother fucking her mouth like the demented bastard that he was . . . and then her already passion-contorted face as she sucked and licked the hardened prick like it were some new marvel she'd never before experienced. She'd taken both hands to cup and squeeze his balls and the big man could see the thick white fluid dribbling from the corners of her mouth in tiny rivulets as she seemed to revel in the whorish act he'd subjected her to, a mascochistic gleam flashing in her desire-glazed eyes.
Now, his own massive cock was beginning to pulsate in its mounting, almost hurting need and he stared lustfully at the warm, white voluptuous young body bent lewdly before him. He slid his hands up the soft inner-sides of her white thighs to the sparse, golden-lined lips of her cunt and stared at the pink separation, tracing its thin moist slit with a forefinger upward between the creamy orbs of her firm white buttocks to the hairless puckered hole of her rectum. Her cunt-lips, those delightful little sacks of flushed delight, quivered excitedly to his touch, while her rounded, delicious ass trembled and began to rotate in undulating circles.
"Spread 'em for me, bitch!" Big Noah commanded her. "Reach back with both hands and spread those pretty ass-cheeks!"
When she'd first felt him taunting her pussy back there, Marti Sue knew something wonderful was going to happen to her and a new ripple of carnal pleasure had charged through her. Now, as he ordered, and without ever losing a stroke sucking on the beautiful cock in her mouth, she reached back both hands, spread her thighs, then pulled her buttocks apart, opening all of the enticing panorama of her young naked loins to both the Padrone and the securely tied, pain-filled Reno who was staring at the lewd debauchery with enraged, tear-dimmed eyes.
Even so, he couldn't deny his own lust as his cock began to jerk and thicken at the sight of her perfectly round and beautiful young bottom undulating while she drew apart the full moons of her ass-cheeks, and he saw the glistening droplets of moisture in the sensitive, coral-hued flesh of her spread-open slit.
Cannon couldn't stand it any longer. The knob of his cock was like a lighted torch; he caught a hand around its shaft and levelled it just inside her nibbling cunt lips. He heard her groan around Pig Eyes' cock as he grabbed her hips brutally and drove its full length solidly up into the moist throbbing sleeve of her cuntal passage.
Marti Sue had felt the huge bulge of his cock-tip slip between the palpitating lips of her pussy . . . then, the soaring charge as its heavy shaft burst into her channel and belly with ferocious delight, crashing soundly against her cervix, confusing her with its sharp pain-pleasure, and she blurted loudly around the pumping cock in her mouth. For a moment, it seemed that her vaginal passage was on fire, his huge cock-head ripping her deepest organs . . . and she wanted it to!
Reno couldn't take his eyes from the despicable, salacious sight as his own prick jerked into an unwanted hardness. Christ, his poor Marti Sue . .. she was completely out of her mind. Suddenly, her own small hand was slipping between her thighs and spreading the soft curls of her sparse pubic hair, caressing the erectiled bud of her clitoris, while behind her, Cannon had begun to pant and gasp heavily in ruttish lust as he rocked rhythmically in and out of the soft youthful confines of her moist, clasping cunt.
"Wh-What you think now, Man?" Big Noah gasped, breaking into a lurid grin as he turned to see Reno's agonized expression. "They bend to the Padrone, eh?" And then he saw the lawman's hardened rod and he laughed obscenely. "Well, I'll be a sonofabitch! It kind of gets you right there, doesn't it, fuzz?"
"You filthy bastard, Cannon! Goddamn you!" Reno swore in frustrated rage, realizing the use-lessness of it and himself. There wasn't a thing he could do to help her. Noting! Absolutely nothing!
Cannon was suddenly to engrossed with the building pressure in his balls to pay further attention to his helpless prisoner. His fucking time was coming shortly, the big man thought excitedly. He wanted to get his load right up there and ready so that he could blow it into her when that fuzz-prick got his. That was the ultimate! He'd had it only once before this way with a little chick from Albany and shit, his climax had nearly torn him apart! He guessed she was still probably in prison while her hubby was cold and rotting in the ground . . . But all in due time. He wanted Pig-Eyes to crack his nuts first . . . Presently, he could feel the soft fleshy cuntal ridges inside her giving way before the inhuman onslaught of his pistoning cock.
He hunched in closer behind her lovely, squirming body, gritting his teeth wickedly as he fucked into her with long hard plunges, his strong buttocks hollowing with every thrust. A feeling of absolute power spiraled through him and he held her hips in total subjection to his stone-hard rod skewering relentlessly into her. He squeezed her flesh in his powerful hands, so that it grew in thick ridges, small, bloodless hillocks of her creamy, satiny flesh embossed on her lush round buttocks, and when he released them the ridges settled back slowly, leaving angry red marks fringed with white bloodlessness on her smooth skin. Each time he thrust, his fingers gripped her harder, squeezing her soft, tender thighs with sadistic delight knowing that she was nearly immune to the pain.
He stretched the quivering white orbs of her ass wide with harsh fingers, watching the tender pink folds of moist glistening flesh clinging tightly around his rampaging cock. Then, he levered forward on his knees and with a loud grunt, drove his thick rod to the hilt; he could feel the fleshy resistance deep inside spread before the blunt, turgid head of his prick, raising a soft guttural sound from the depths of her throat around Pig Eye's heavy cock.
Marti Sue's unseeing eyes opened and closed in a lost glaze of passion; there was . . . had been, pain from the huge cock plunging into her from behind, but it was weirdly pleasurable from the very beginning. Her brain reeled ecstatically and her whole body was alive with sheer sensual bliss. She ground her soft, receptive buttocks back hard onto the solid shaft fucking into her and felt the tiny rivulets of viscid moisture building in the crevice between her ass-cheeks, sensing them dribbling down the flesh of her smooth inner thighs, while the mounting bubble in her belly and loins signaled of what was to come.
She tasted and sucked wantonly at the ever expanding cock in her mouth, the abrupt thought of it finally ejaculating its thick, white sperm deep into her throat setting her wild with anticipation. She wanted it! Yes ... yes! She wanted it to squirt into her mouth and throat.. . and she'd swallow it right down into her belly ... its warm, sweet cum . . .!
She was unaware of anything around her except the two racing cocks fucking into her mouth and cunt. The very lewdness of her position and the obscene, blurred mental vision of her naked young body fucked at both ends at the same time, caused the increasing salacious hunger in her belly to begin churning insanely, She waved her ass back vigorously onto the huge prick fucking into her quivering pussy from behind, squeezing her cuntal muscles like a starving throat around the hard thick shaft, while at the same time she sucked savagely at the cock in her mouth, her cheeks hollowing and bloating obscenely with the vicious thrusts. Her tongue licked wildly at the blood-filled head, the tip vigorously probing at its split end. God, why didn't it shoot into her mouth? She wanted to swallow it . . . feel it dribbling down her throat . . . filling her belly just as the prick soaring into her from behind would flood her cunt.. !
Suddenly, she was vaguely aware of the increased furor of the thrusts pounding the depths of her tender cunt from behind, plus the naked hips crushing up tighter and tighter against her face. She could feel the prick that was stiffly poling into her mouth begin tensing in trembling, jerking movements and hands clutched her head brutally. His pelvis closed in on her as if he were trying to push his cock all the way down her throat and she tried to accept it. The hair of his loins tickled her nose and suddenly she took his pulsing balls tenderly in her warm hands and began to gently pressure them.
"Oh fuck! Suck it you blonde bitch! I-I'm going to cum! Yeah, man ... oh shit . . . here it cuuummmmsssss!"
Abruptly, her mouth was flooded with a torrent of hot, thick liquid that raged down her excitedly swallowing throat in a fury of seething fire. She fought for breath as she gulped with sexual hunger at the white, viscous fluid wildly ejaculating from the jerking prick driven to the depths of her desperately constricting throat muscles. Desperately, Marti Sue milked at his balls as if to get every last drop while Reno moaned in the deplorable agony of the salaciously vile sight.
As he watched from his painful, secured position, he saw the filthy little junkie's shaft lose its rigidity and it began slipping mdistly from her still sucking mouth. She took a deep breath then and ran her tongue over her jism coated lips lasciviously, ensnaring the last of the tiny remaining drops of his semen that'd trickled there from the corners other mouth. A sensation of complete helplessness ripped at his entrails once more, even as his own rock-hard prick gave a lurch from the unwanted sensual lust the loathsome spectable had caused him. Christ, they were both lost! There was no way to save them now . . .!
Oh God ... it was all so absolute heavenly.
Marti Sue thought, still licking at her sperm coated lips. She hoped it would never end .. . never! She spread her thighs wider, sliding her knees farther apart, thrusting her lovely buttocks higher and back against the hard plunging cock fucking into her from behind. Now, with each battering stroke, she felt with maddening rapture his sperm-bloated balls slapping against the erect, tingling bud of her clitoris, while the thick, curled pubic hair around the base of his massive prick brushed tantalizingly against the soft inner edges of her ass. She lowered her torso until her breasts were squashed against the earthen floor of the cave, its harshness erotically taunting the taut distended nipples. She mewled with ecstasy as she felt the burrowing shaft behind her imbed its unbelievable full length inside her.
Its smooth, rubbery head grazed the flat hardness of her young cervix, probing deep, deep where nothing or no one had ever before reached. She almost felt like some sort of slave ... a lowly serf bent humbly before him while he fucked into her from behind, emptying his male lust into her hungry, open crotch. Lewd pleasure surged through her like myriad tongues of fire. God, she wanted to be taken like this . . . subjected to every lewd demand he could think of to satisfy her desire-wracked body! She loved him, whoever he was . . . and she'd do anything in the world he told her to!
It was time . . . time! His fucking load was just waiting to blast into her, Big Noah reasoned, his brain racing crazily with sadistic lust. He gaped at Pig Eyes who had withdrawn and was laying spent on the earthen floor, his cock like a length of feeble gardenhose.
"Fuck, man!" the Padrone blurted. "Get a chunk of wood ... a big one, but one she can handle. Move, goddamnit!"
The scrawny one did while Cannon ordered Marti Sue to turn around and crawl toward Reno where he lay on his back, and he shuffled along behind her on his knees, his massive prick never leaving the warm, spread hole between her thighs. Reno raised up painfully to see her face. Christ almighty, she obviously had no control of herself! Her beautiful eyes were dull and dilated, her pretty mouth slack but spread in a weak half-grin of drugged and depraved lust. Then, momentarily, he thought she looked at him with recognition as Pig Eyes thrust a strong length of heavy wood into her hand. She took it and continued to smile at him as the bony addict slunk back and got to his knees to watch.
Christ, maybe he was losing his wits, but Reno couldn't help staring at her magnificent full breasts with their hardened pink nipples dangling before him, and the entangled loveliness of her long golden hair streaming down over her shoulders . . . even as she continued to move her hips and buttocks back onto Cannon's massive cock. God almighty, what they'd done to her. . ! And there was nothing he could do now or ever to repay them . . .
"Feeling like a whipped prick, fuzz?" Big Noah said with a wild grin on his bearded face as he knelt behind her and continued to gently thrust his shaft deep inside her aroused cunt.
"What you do to me won't count, Cannon!" he spat, hardly knowing what he was saying. "But what you do to her will . . . and if I don't get you, I've got friends who will!"
"Pigs?"
"Not acid-heads!"
"You've got a lot of mouth right now . . . with your hard prick . . . and wishing you were me fucking into her tight little cunt-hole," the big man taunted. "But you won't be so cool in a minute, man . . . when I work her up and tell her what to do . . ."
"You'll always be scum, Cannon! You and your brother both . . . scum . . . shit from the gutter . . . the results of some drunken whoremaster .. .!"
"Goddamn you!" Cannon bellered, and Reno had the pleasure of knowing that his last remark had really hit home.
"That's right!" he said. "The dregs of a drunken whoremaster!"
"We'll see! We'll see!" the padrone screamed as he began to again plunge brutally into Marti Sue.
She was practically over him and Reno couldn't take his eyes from her beautiful young breasts jiggling and swaying with the brute's powerful, animal-like thrusts that were battering into her from behind. He witnessed the tiny gleam come alive in her eyes and knew that the inhuman plundering of her youthful cunt, blended with the acid they'd forced down her, was more than she could cope with. Her lovely, tender loins had to be at a state of screaming desire ... demanding release. She wasn't to blame; she was completely lost! God . . . oh God, help her!
"Now, Baby!" Big Noah hissed down at her. "It's time! Daddy's going to blow his wad into you, you hear? We're both going to cum together . . . the ultimate . . . total love! So . . . take the club in your hand and start beating his prick! That's it, Baby! Lift it up and smash his cock and nuts! That'll make your climax beautiful! You hear? Smash that fink-bastard's crotch! Kill him, Baby! Kill him . . . now ... oh fuck! Here it cums! NOWWWWWWW!"
Marti Sue heard his words and whimpered as her own orgasm began to rise inside her, sensing his prick fucking into her from behind, jerk and begin spewing its white, hot load deep up into her clasping cunt. It splashed insanely around inside her and foamed from the hair-lined lips of her cunt against the drenched pubic hair of his pelvis. His balls jammed tightly against her exposed clitoris, the slapping contact triggering her own climax and wildly she lifted the chunk of wood battering Pig Eyes across the face with it.
The little man screamed and fell backwards as Marti Sue raised the weapon again and again to smash downward at his bloodied loins while the ultimate sensations of the damned raced through her drugged brain, and Cannon shot his hot vat of semen into her, unable to get enough control over himself to stop her.
"You bitch!" he screamed when he could. "You stupid fucking cunt! Not him!" He jerked himself out of her and reached over to grab her arm that was weilding the club. "You've half-killed him...! Damn you! I'll tear your guts out for this ...!"
"No you won't, Padrone! You won't do anything only freeze! That's it! Freeze or I'll shoot . . . I swear I will!"
Reno couldn't believe it. He stared at the cave entrance and watched them file in. It was Angel who led them and held the rifle dead level on Cannon's huge frame, and behind her was Annie X, Sheba and Ruthie plus the others straggling in . . . but the first four held 30-30s trained on him.
"What the hell d you think you're doing?" Big Noah gasped wide eyed, staring at the weapons leveled on him. "You chicks flipped or something . . .?"
"No ... we haven't flipped, Man," Angel replied softly. "But just maybe . . . we've come down from an awful bad trip. We found the notebook journal you keep in your things, Noah. You intended to desert us . . . were using us .. . didn't even believe in your own so-called philosophy of total love. You're a fraud, Baby . . . and even I don't care what happens to you now. I can only hope that your son grows up to be better..."
"Now . . . now, listen, Angel . .."
"No! You listen. The police are on their way. It's all over, Padrone. The guys have split; there's just us chicks, but we've got the odds. You want to challenge them?"
Reno had raised up onto his elbows. It was all impossible; things like this never happened in real life . . . and then, Marti Sue leaned forward, kissing him, her small hand reaching for his still half-hardened cock.
"I-I remember you," she whispered dazedly. "Y-You're Reno ... yes ... I love you, don't I .. ."
She dropped across his chest then, completely unconscious, and he looked up at Angel's warm smiling face.
"Damnit!" he said, "will someone please untie me so I can take care of this girl . . .? Or would you rather drive a cat right out of his goddamned fucking mind?"
Chapter 11
Perhaps the swingingest thing of all to come out of the whole nightmarish episode was their homey little three-way relationship, Simon Reno was thinking, lying nude in the bed with his hands comfortably laced behind his head and watching the two naked lovelies as they went about their kitchen duties in his small apartment. He watched them talking and laughing quietly, smelled the coffee and the bacon frying, a pleasant sensation of warm contentment flowing through him. Of course, they thought he still slept, which was why they'd put Bon Bon into his new crib and moved him into the living room where his happy goos and gaas wouldn't awaken him, and that's the way it'd been for the past two wild and crazy weeks, ever since the department had given him a month off to recuperate from the punishment he'd taken.
There was just one problem, he thought with a little grin ... he might need another couple of weeks to recuperate from the nursing care he was getting. Christ, they were both such loving, breathtaking dolls, and as much gone on each other as they were on him, a fact he'd never been able to reconcile with a month ago, before he'd met Noah Cannon's Tribe . . . but these were changing times . . . old conventions were being replaced by new and broader concepts, and the sooner the so-called establishment recognized this fact, the happier this whole up-tight world was going to be. . . . The hell of it was, lousy scum like Cannon were the ones who made the headlines, the ones that the power structure held up as images of a deteriorated generation, which was ten thousand goddamned miles from the truth. They were merely the rotten apples, and contrary to popular belief, he'd decided; one stinking apple didn't destroy the barrel. . . .
Anyway, Cannon's putrifying days were over with. Besides a half-dozen local felony indictments, Albany had issued a warrant for him on complicity in a murder charge, while Pig-Eyes, once he got out of the hospital, would have to stand charges on five counts of armed burglary, enough to put him away for at least five to ten on each.
As for the others, both male and female, most had quietly disappeared and there wouldn't be too much done in trying to locate them. But the most delightful outcome from his standpoint was the way the good judge had placed both Marti Sue and Angel on probation because of the parts they'd played in the destruction and capture of Big Noah and his tribe . . . and in his, Simon Reno's custody. What the hell more could a cat ask for, he thought with a certain carnal cheerfulness? And then, he saw them both looking at him and swallowed tightly. He hadn't really gotten over last night yet. . . And there went their breakfast.
He saw them glance at one another and exchange impish little smiles of wickedness, his eyes traversing from their beautiful faces to the soft sensuous contours of both their naked bodies, their hands resting on full provacative hips while their proud firm breasts jutted forth in taunting delight.
"I think he's lying there gloating," Marti Sue said, her lovely blue eyes suddenly sparkling with a devilish glint. "What would you say, Angel?"
"Hmmmmm, he's got that potentate expression, all right," the beautiful dark haired girl replied thoughtfully. "You suppose we should tend to his rousing needs, Baby?"
"Better than that," Marti Sue replied, beginning to move slowly toward the bed, "I think he should tend to ours . . ."
Reno sat up, raising his hands in pretended anxiety as they came toward the bed on either side, their voluptuous breasts swaying delightfully before him with their movements. "Now wait just a minute .. . I'm supposed to be recuperating . . . you're taking advantage of your probation officer. . . ." And then, they were lying on either side of him, drawing him back down between them and he released a long ostentatious sigh, while Marti Sue slithered close against him on his left, placing one small hand on his chest, and Angel writhed sensually against him on the other side, her long willowy form sleek and satiny as it squirmed and pressed hotly, vibrantly to his own, her soft slender hand reaching down to gently encircle his rapidly hardening prick.
"I think it's your turn first this time, Angel darling," Marti Sue reminded the dark-eyed girl with a private wink as she snuggled her distending pink-nippled breasts against the muscle of his arm and taunted his ear with her tiny tongue.
"Oh, let's just share him together, Baby," Angel replied. "I think there's enough here this morning to go around ..."
"Damn . . .," Reno grunted while Angel's slender hand began to work the heavy foreskin slowly up and down his lengthening rod. He could feel the cool air brush against its naked, rubbery head as she drew the thick skin down below the coronal rim, then assisted it in its re-sheathing. "You .. . you sound like a couple of bitchwolves getting ready for their morning meal," he half-gasped drily, fermentations already inciting his loins and belly.
"Now, Baby, that's a wild idea," Angel said as both girls raised to their elbows and looked at one another above his chest while Reno read the gleams of anticipation and excitement on their beautiful faces.
Then, Marti Sue's hand smoothed down over his stomach raising gooseflesh in its wake as her fingers trailed lightly through his pubic hair to cover Angel's hand still grasping his now rigid cock. Fuck, he thought, this had to be the most swinging three-way combination around.
"Listen," he blurted, "you chicks want me to blow my cool, or are you going to do something with that prick besides tease it?"
They both tittered, then Angel removed her hand and moved down in the bed while Marti Sue continued to stroke it. Reno watched in fascination; Marti Sue held the now throbbing shaft and Angel lowered her mouth down onto it, abruptly enclosing the full, pulsating glans in a soft, warm pressure. He groaned, thrusting his loins upward automatically as the warm moisture of her ovaled lips closed over the sensitive pulsating head. Gently, Marti Sue's small hand worked up and down the still thickening penis while Angel's beautiful lips slid down to meet her clasping fingers, and she began to suck it steadily, rhythmically ... up and down with a twisting motion of her tongue at the peak of each stroke.
Reno tensed his loins and Marti Sue moved up to lean over him, dangling one firm and taut breast with its hardened pink nipple brushing against his lips as her arm encircled his head and drew him to her. Hungrily, he sucked.it [http://sucked.it] into his mouth and between his teeth to nibble and bite, causing the voluptuous blonde girl to gasp and whimper with the pleasure-pain. Below, at his crotch, Angel moaned and began to suck harder, nipping now and then with the edges of her teeth, and he knew that his prick had to be white beneath the gentle scraping suck, and a rich purple at its smooth turgid head. He felt her soft hands cupping and cradling his balls while she plunged her mouth down onto the hardened rod of flesh with increasing fury. Suddenly, he twisted his head slightly as he sucked at Marti Sue's soft resilient breast and saw his heavy cock nearly disappearing right down Angel's throat. And then, Marti Sue said: "Darling, I-I had a vision . .."
"A-A what!" he gasped, glancing up at her with lust-filling, incredulous eyes. "Christ, Baby .. . this is no time for visions . . . not when I-I'm about to flip my-my gourd . . ."
"But this was a beautiful vision, Lover," Marti Sue insisted, while Angel's tongue, with that final swiping lick, was making the head of his prick vibrate and pulse like it might explode into shattering pieces any second. He looked down and watched her lovely face stuffed with his cock, working over him voraciously, her lips pulling out grotesquely, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked jn wanton delight . . . and suddenly she stopped.
"What the hell!" he gasped. "Don't stop now! You want me to lose my fucking mind. . . ?"
Angel smiled as she raised her head. "Marti Sue had a vision," she said, licking at her lips.
"How the hell do you know?" Reno blurted, looking from one to the other in frustrated confusion while his prick jerked and throbbed in Angel's hand.
"Because she had it earlier, Lover," the dark-haired girl said, smiling warmly. "She saw you up on your knees behind her like you do with me when I get that driving urge, Darling."
"You mean ... in the ass? Marti Sue?" Reno gasped, a wild sensation of salacious excitement charging through him at the mere thought. "Hell, she doesn't know what she's asking for, Angel! Didn't you tell her what it was like the first time . . .?"
"Lover, Lover, don't get all up-tight," Angel said calmly, continuing to gently stroke his cock with soft soothing caresses while she talked. "Of course I've told her, but she's watched us, Baby, and seen how much you love it that way . . . how much we both love it. I understand what it means to her ... in fact, we've been giving her little hole some expanding exercises . . . secretly."
Exercises? What exercises?" Reno questioned, sensing further carnal spasms churning in his loins and belly.
"Fingers . . . first one, then two, and finally three," Angel said, smiling, knowing how much he loved this beautiful blonde girl and how he'd sworn he'd protect her from every trace of pain after the horrible ravaging Big Noah and Pig Eyes had subjected her to. But she, too, loved her . . . and him . . . and if there was one thing a man couldn't understand, it was why a woman masochistically needed a certain amount of pain with her pleasure in her love-making.
"Please, Lover?" Marti Sue pleaded and pouted excitedly. "I want to be able to do everything for you ... I want you to so badly ... I even dreamed of it last night," she said, then kissed him passionately on the mouth.
"Christ, Baby ... I-I don't want to hurt you ... I swore no one would ever hurt you again ..."
"Darling, don't you see? It won't hurt me .. . oh, maybe a little bit, but I want it to!" she insisted. "That's part of it . . . the love-pain. I've watched it come into Angel's eyes when you do it to her, and I can tell she nearly goes out of her mind with happiness. Reno, Sweet, I want it that wav! And it's my right if I want it. . . isn't it?"
Reno swallowed tightly. This had to be the most ridiculous goddamned plea anyone had ever confronted him with. Christ, how he loved her . . . both of them, but Marti Sue ... she was more like a little child . . .
"She's right, Lover," Angel said, still gently manipulating his rigid prick. "I know how she feels, only you'll be more tender and loving than the Padrone was with me my first time. Now . . . I'll get her already for you, Baby .. . like a virginal bride on her wedding night, while you watch," she added, a licentious sparkle coming to life in her beautiful dark eyes. Then, to Marti Sue: "Come on, Pet, get up on your knees and spread your legs ..."
Reno watched open-mouthed while Marti Sue, with a little shudder of obvious delight, quickly moved around on the bed as Angel got onto her hands and knees behind her and slowly moved her lovely face in toward the enchanting blonde's round, expectantly quivering buttocks. Crazy jolts of lust twisted lasciviously at his mind, while the delicious pressure Angel had sucked into being caused his balls to throb and his cock to jerk achingly. Then, he changed his position so that he could better watch Angel's lesbian act.
No one could know better the desire that was gnawing at Marti Sue's precious loins than she, Angel thought; hadn't she gone through it herself . . . arrived at the point where a male organ inside her pussy or mouth over and over just wasn't enough? Then had come the time when masochistic pleasures became a necessary diversion, not a diet, but a thrilling sensuous diversion .. . like being a bi-girl . . . ac/dc . . . God, if more wives and husbands could only reach such heights together there wouldn't be any divorce courts . . . their lives would be too full and beautiful, she reasoned ...
She stared at the voluptuous sight of the enchanting young girl on her knees waiting ex-patently before her. They were beautiful, ovaled, white moonshaped buttocks, and she could see the tiny, hairless opening of raised flesh as Marti Sue lowered her shoulders to the bed, thrusting the enticing area back at her. Angel's eyes lowered to the coral slit of her cunt with its golden hairlined lips only partially opened, and she could see the delicate pink flesh within.
Small sparkling dew-drops of viscous fluid clung to the pouting fleecy lips. She moved forward as if drawn by a strong magnet, until the musky perfumed scent reached her nostrils pleasingly and she lashed out with her little tongue, going down deep toward Marti Sue's already throbbing clitoris, just as both of them had done many times to each other these past weeks. She found it enclosed between the moist inner-petals, her lips coming in contact with the silky, pubic-haired folds of trembling flesh as she stretched her tongue to its entirety, its tip stabbing at the erect bud and raising a deep groan of bliss from Marti Sue's young throat.
Slowly, Angel swept upward, flicking her tongue-tip several times against the twitching clitoris, then backwards toward the round and small viscous-dampened opening of her vagina, plunging in far enough to feel the rippled walls of hot flesh nibbling at her tongue, then out to taunt her urethra before traveling on up the satin-smooth crevice between her lush buttocks to the crinkled mouth of her tiny pulsating anus.
While Reno watched in close, lasciviously building lust, Angel laved Marti Sue's tiny orifice with her tongue before finally inserting a gentle, slender finger into the pulsing hole centering the creamy-smooth spheres, and lie gazed fixedly in lewd fascination as her small ass-mouth seemed to suck it right inside her . . . and then a second digit, her magnificent ovaled buttocks working back toward the two invaders hungrily, until finally a third one entered into her and momentarily she winced, but never gave an inch. Again, her smooth young buttocks ground back at them, and from where he half-lay, his cock throbbing maddeningly in its ever increasing need, he could see her pulsating breasts nearly crushed against the bed like great scoops of coned ice cream, palatably enticing in their soft whiteness . . .
"Are you ready, Lover?" Angel whispered, looking toward him and interrupting his thoughts. "She is . . . Isn't it beautiful?"
Reno started to speak, but made a choking sound instead. Finally: "I-I think I'm going to blow . . . blow my fucking mind . . . between the two of you exquisite dolls!"
"We love you, Reno," she said warmly, expressively.
He kissed her mouth with a lusty hunger, running his tongue over her moist lips and into her hot mouth, tasting the familiar sweet tang of Marti Sue there. "I love you, too, Baby," he hissed.
"I know ... Be gentle with her . . . but not too . . . and don't stop no matter how much she begs," Angel said, slipping her fingers slowly from the lovely girl's working little rectum, then climbing out of the way.
Moving onto his knees, Reno crawled up behind Marti Sue while Angel eased along beside her and began to caress her full breasts, As an added precaution, he tenderly wet her tiny hole with more spittle, then he eased one finger inside while his other hand moved down and between the lips of her young warm cunt to massage her clitoris teasingly.
It was even more than Marti Sue had ever imagined, having just his finger inside her there. The penetration excited her wildly . .. and then came a second finger, somewhat painfully in the beginning because of their thickness in comparison to Angel's, but she was determined and she squirmed her buttocks back onto them, feeling the excitement of true fulfillment growing within her.
"Now, Lover . . . now! Fuck me there with your cock! I want it, Baby! I need it, don't you see?" she whimpered back at him, feeling Angel's soft gentle hands caressing her breasts lovingly.
Reno wielded the throbbing length of his heavy prick with a trembling hand, frightened at the thought of introducing its massive head into her tiny pink anus. Christ, she was just a child ... a baby, and he loved her . .. didn't want to see her hurt.. !
Then, all of a sudden, his rod was out of his hand and in Angel's! The luscious brunette had kneeled back up beside him, grasped his hot pole of flesh with one hand while she reached down around Marti Sue's full white thigh with the other and was fingering her moistly excited vaginal slit.
"Now, when I press it open, you push, Baby," she ordered, wedging the tip of his swollen cock into the little pink hole of Marti Sue's ass. "Now, Lover, shove! Easy! Just get the head in . . .!"
He gaped, feeling as if he were on a tremendous drunk, unable to handle his own prick. He kneed up close and thrust forward, but only enough to pop it open, watching its crinkled, flushing oval of flesh gap and expand with the beveled, turgid smooth head forcing its way into her. Her full rounded buttocks strained before it . . . pulled away, then came back, and he saw the rim of his cock-head burst into her with an audible snapping pop .. . and she was still pressing back against it, while simultaneously, he wondered if she wasn't going to rip his foreskin off!
"Oh ... oh, Lover! I-I don't know if I can take it! I-It's so big...! It's going to split me!" Marti Sue gasped suddenly.
"You can take it!" Angel told her firmly. "You have to take it ... if you don't, you'll hate yourself, Baby! Push back . . . push back and take a little more! You hear me, Honey? If you don't take it now, you never will! Now, Darling, now, if you want to be a real woman! Push . . . push back, Baby!"
"I-I-I can't! I-I can't! God! It feels like a tree-trunk! Oh ... oh ... it's too big! I'm tearing...!" Marti Sue wailed. "Oh .... ooohhhh, no, Reno! Take it out! Take it out. . !"
Reno's brain swirled in a mixture of lust and compassion. God, how he wanted to shove it into her, but suddenly the vicious and horrible memory of Cannon torturing her in the cave filled his mind and he shook his head as if to rid himself of the wicked nightmare. He couldn't do it to her. He couldn't! Nothing that would bring her pain .. .!
Again, Angel grabbed his cock and held it there forceably. "Damnit! Do you want to ruin her? If you do, pull it out!" Angel snapped at him. "Go on, pull it out if you want an empty little clinging vine the rest of your life! But if you want her to be a woman, then, fuck her there . .. now! Right there in her asshole the way she begged for it! Fuck her, Reno darling! You hear me? Fuck her!"
For a moment, Reno thought he might blow his mind. His cock ached with desire; his brain swam with confusion; his love for both of these beautiful girls was too much! In the back of his skull, he knew what Angel said was true . . . but Marti Sue was whimpering in her pain . . .
"I can't!" he exclaimed. "I just can't do it to her . . .!"
And then, Marti Sue, oblivious to all that was going on around her, said: "A ... A little more, Lover . . . just a little . .. it's better now . . . Not too fast, j-just a little . .."
Angel smiled up at him, still holding the base of his aching cock, and then she kissed him.
Christ, he thought, what a magnificent wonder she was . . . and he eased his heavy prick forward . . . then, drew it back ... eased ahead again,, watching it work obscenely in and out of his baby's tiny, widely stretched rectum ... In! Out! In! Out ... more, more, more .. . until he couldn't stand it any longer, and he thrust some three-inches. She whimpered, but he didn't stop, his hips working back and forth even when his cock wasn't moving.
"Give it to her, Lover man," Angel whispered, caressing his balls between his thighs where they hung heavily. "It's time now . . . give it to her all at once!"
"Christ.. . she'll scream .. ."
"I know .. . but she needs it, Baby .. . right now .. . full blast! Please?" Angel hissed, still stroking his bloated sac. "Believe me, Darling . . !"
He nodded once at Angel's lust-incited face, then tensed and rammed his hips forward, driving his thick cock deep up into the sucking hot channel of her rectum, and she grunted a low, guttural, deep-chested scream that never went beyond them .. . trying to slip her knees down and lower her upraised buttocks while he held to her hips commandingly.
"Oh ... oh my God!" Marti Sue wailed finally. "Damn you! You've ripped me . . !"
"No, lover girl," he heard himself say. "I've just given you what you begged for! But if you're too chicken to take it, I'll yank it out and give it to Angel!"
The lovely brunette clutched his hand and held tight, smiling up at him and nodding. "That'll do it," she whispered.
"Well?" he demanded.
"N-No .. . no . . . it'll be all right in a second . .. Darling . . . Not too fast now . . . please, my sweet ... I love you . . . love Angel! Easy for a minute ... I want it . .. I really do! Oh ... oh God, it . . . it's completely filling me, Lover . .. y-you're filling me . . . with . .. with your wonderful prick ... I want it there . . . always.. . Move . .. move it in and out just a little, Baby . . . just a little! Yes . . . yes . .. that's it . . . more now . .. more . . . more . . . more! Oooohhhh . .. ooohhhhh, Darling, Darling . . . where's Angle. . ?"
"I'm here, Baby."
"Please .. . please come up here ... I want to lick your pussy while our darling fucks my ass. . .!"
Abruptly, Angel was there with her beautiful and voluptuous white thighs opened wide apart around her head and face, her silken-black, hair-fringed cunt splayed like a delectable but-terflied fillet before her, its sensitive pink flesh moist with the passionate heat of her own lust-inspired desire. Marti Sue marveled at it, her eyes momentarily fixed on the vibrant tense clitoris that seemed as hard and long as Bon Bon's little penis . . . the pink flower-petals of her inner-lips seeming to quiver as did the small opening of her vagina in its need of sensual pacification.
She buried her face into it, feeling the warm viscid moisture as she sucked at the clitoris and felt Angel's full, rounded hips give themselves up to her; then, she laved the entire area with her tiny tongue while the massive prick of her lover gently explored her gently clinging rectal passage and beyond to the very depths of her belly .. . telling herself it was beautiful, even while the unexpected agony ate into her, and Angel's soft hands caressed her cheeks and trickled through her hair . .. Forcibly, she thrust her tongue up into Angel's hot vagina, tasting its secretions and flicking her tongue-tip into the tiny orifice of her urethra . .. knowing pleasure there, but nothing behind as Reno continued to saw gently in and out of the little hole between her buttocks.
Of course, it was her own fault. She'd never imagined it could be so painful ... Angel had always worn such an expression of sheer ecstasy when Reno fucked her there . .. and they were both so beautiful . . . she loved them so!
Oh Angel . . . Angel, she thought, enclosing her lips suckingly around the raven-haired girl's clitoris and lovingly pulling at it, hearing the sweet mewling sounds raise into her throat. Dear God, she could suck her lovely cunt all day . . . did that mean she was a lesbian? No .. . no . . . because sometimes, Angel sucked and licked her pussy for hours . . . but God knows, she was no lesbian. Angel loved a man's cock inside her anywhere, and she knew how to make a man love her . . . just as Reno loved her .. .
Lord, was she getting jealous ... or starting to? Silly . .. only a fool would become jealous of their beautiful Angel . . . Ooohhh, there was not time to think of such foolishness . . . not when such excitement was beginning to ferment in her belly, she thought, as she began to lick and suck feverishly at Angel's cunt.
She could feel Reno's heavy prick soaring into the never-before entered passage between her buttocks vigorously. Something wildly sensational was starting to grasp hold of her. At first, it'd been a matter of enduring the pain, but now the torment she'd brought upon herself and sworn to bear was reaching a startling new point. Lewd galvanic tingles were rippling through her loins . . . and . . . and there was a certain masochistic pleasure in bending before her lover like some kind of slave-whore and let him take her this way! There were still traces of pain as his massive cock raced deep up into her anal channel, but there was pleasure, too, a combination of both . . . pain and pleasure . .. and suddenly, she could feel his gentle fingers playing in her cunt . . . tweaking her clitoris in overwhelming delight .. . like a true lover would! Oh ... oh God, she'd cum this way! She would! She loved him . . . loved Angel . . . loved the whole world!
"Lover . . . Lover! Fuck me there! Fuck me hard, Darling!" she gasped. "Fuck my ass, Darling, while I suck our Angel's cunt!"
Reno couldn't hold back his raging urge any longer. His cock and balls felt as if imps had been jabbing their evil forks in them. Fuck, he thought, this hadn't been his program, they'd poured it on him, both of them, and now he was going damned near out of his skull. Here his prick was lunging right up his delectable Marti Sue's ass . .. and he had only to look at that sight to make his balls feel as if they were about to turn inside-out. But as a topper to that salacious spectacle, there was Angel lying back with her thighs licentiously spread open before Marti Sue's sucking mouth like some kind of goddess ... which she was, damn her, and he loved her for it, but goddamn ... he was going to lose his simple wits if he didn't cum soon . . !
Already, the sweat was streaming from his brow down onto his cheeks as he fucked his heavy prick into the obscenely stretched hole of Marti Sue's widely stretched rectal passage. He stared down at the lasciviously clinging entrance, pulling her round spherical buttocks apart suddenly so that he could see the ridges of pink flesh that pulled out and clung to his thick, pulsating cock when he extracted it, disappearing again when he rammed it forward. He did it several times with vigor, feeling his heavy bloated balls slapping into the split of her pink cunt with the force of his thrust, his finger-tips reaching between her cuntlips to continually tease and taunt her a wildly throbbing clitoris.
He knew he couldn't go much longer. His balls were ready to spill with all the enchanting pleasure they possessed. Her warm sucking anal channel was extracting the very marrow from his loins. He levered up behind her and thrust his prick deep, tearing the soft white ass-cheeks apart with his hands and letting them flatten back against his pelvis and thighs by her own will while he plunged into her fiercely . . . all thought of gentleness long gone.
Angel knew. They were both ready. She'd cum three times under the erotic thrill of Marti Sue's tongue. Who wouldn't, she thought; who wouldn't! And Marti Sue ... she'd eat cunt, cock, or jelly-roll right at that point! Angel had never seen her so hot. She was ready; her beautiful eyes were glazed beyond reason!
"Oh ... ooohhh, Darling!" the sweating blonde lovely cried out. "Now . .. now, Lover! I-I'm going to . . . I'm going to cummmm . .. cuuummmmm!"
Angel quickly slithered away to help where she could. She wanted it to be beautiful, but there was nothing she could do for Reno who was thrusting his heavy cock madly into her baby. He had his . . . she just wanted to be certain that Marti Sue had hers, and she reached between the lovely blonde's warm soft thighs to caress her clitoris at the timely second of Reno's climatic grunting thrust, his eyes revolving wildly in his head as he shot his powerful load up into her wanting rectum . .. then, her luscious darling began to convulse! God! They were cumming off beautifully! It was sometime later, while Angel sat at the foot of the bed nursing Bon Bon, with Reno and Marti Sue laying relaxed and watching, that the handsome young man felt the strength ebbing back into his spent body.
"You know," he said sarcastically, glancing from one to the other of his contented mates, "if you lovely chicks intend for this stud to continue his husbandly duties in the usual robust manner you've become accustomed to, it's suggested that you feed him now and then."
Angel smiled impishly, then cupped her free, full breast, lifting its milk-filled loveliness in presentation to him. "Come right ahead, Lover," she teased. "Don't be shy. They say there's nothing like mother's milk for strength, you know."
"Damn, I might consider it . .. if I wasn't afraid what it might lead to," he said, breaking into a slight grin.
Marti Sue tittered, then rolled toward him, spreading her full white thighs in a cute little lewd gesture. "This is what it would lead to, Darling," she said, ". . . your desert."
Reno laughed outright, drawing her to him and kissing her. "Now what put that nasty thought in your pretty head?" he asked, caressing one of her firm young breasts lovingly.
"I just had a vision," she whispered, wild scintilating lights beginning to dance in her lovely blue eyes.
"Oh no!" he gasped, rolling onto his back in pretended exhaustion. "One more vision and I'm going to start having hallucinations!"
But then she was suggestively on top of him, straddling his hips and bending down to kiss his receptive mouth, her enchanting full breasts flattening hotly against his chest, and from where Angel sat with the tiny warm mouth sucking hungrily at her breast, she had a spectacular view of the inspiring performance that was obviously about to begin. She smiled happily to herself, clutching her Bon Bon protec- tively to her. She'd never dreamed she could love two people so much, she thought ... it was going to be a beautiful triad marriage . . . and as she watched their husband's husky member begin to respond uncontrollably, she wondered how she was going to work herself into their little love game . . . and then she, too, had a vision . . .
