[Archive Note: The truly incredible number of misspelled ordinary words in the original pocketbook is faithfully reproduced in this text file.]
CHAPTER ONE
It had started out like a nightmare, but now it was almost a blur for Nancy Nabors.
She recalled how, in the middle of the afternoon of a routine Friday, the moment at which two men walked into the bank. They stood in line, waiting their turn, their hands in their pockets. Both wore black trench coats.
When it came time for the men to advance to the teller window, it happened to be Nancy Nabors's window that was open. She greeted them with a warm, friendly smile and a pleasant "good afternoon."
They grinned back. Several moments passed, in the course of which Nancy couldn't help but wonder just exactly what was happening.
"Can I help you?" she finally asked, a little puzzled.
"You sure can," the shorter, more muscular one exclaimed, looking at his tall, darker and slender partner.
"I'd say so," the tall man slowly nodded. "What is it?" Nancy asked. "Is there something wrong?"
"There don't have to be any problems, honey, if you'll just play things cool," the tall man said.
With that both the tall man and his shorter partner reached into their pockets, removing hand guns.
"Okay, everybody stay still," the shorter man demanded, waving his weapon at the other employees in the bank, along with the few startled customers that were also there.
While that was happening, the tall man stood, a fiendish grin flashing across his face, pointed the hand gun in the direction of Nancy.
Even though Nancy was only twenty-two years of age, her entire life passed before her eyes. She remembered when she was a very little girl, and, more recently, when she had started business school and met Ralph, her fiance, who was hoping eventually to become an accountant. At this instant, all that seemed so distant, as well as irrelevant, as long as that hand gun was pointed in her direction and knowing that her life could be snuffed out in a matter of seconds, or, worse yet, a fraction thereof.
"Just listen to us and you won't get hurt," the tall man said firmly. "I want you to just go over to your boss, honey. The manager of this bank. I'm gonna be followin' right along behind you. Then we're gonna just do some business. How's that? We're businessmen, hell, like lots of others. We just have a little different method."
"Yeah, big corporations just rip people off without a gun," his shorter partner laughed raucously, continuing to brandish his pistol on the rest of the employees. "We're at least being up front about it. We're a hell of a lot more honest."
"I always did get high marks for honesty," the tall man laughed nervously.
Nancy tried desperately to be as calm as possible, but she was trembling a great deal as she walked from behind her teller's cage and proceeded slowly in the direction of Mr. Walters, the polite, kindly manager of the bank, who had hired her to work at Grand Central Bank some nine months earlier.
She led him directly over to the manager, standing next to Mr. Walters's desk as he looked up at the menacing weapon that was staring him in the face. The same fiendish grin was present on the tall man's face.
"So your name's Walters, huh?" his grin widened as he looked at the name plate on the bank manager's desk.
"That's right," he nodded.
"Well, I've gotta give you credit, Walters.
You've got good taste. You've got yourself a damned good-looking teller here. Yes indeed."
"What can I do for you?" Walters asked.
"Well, we're here to get ourselves a little bit of money. Then we're gonna be just takin' off. My friend is gonna' be holding a gun on everybody else. While that's happening, I want you to walk with me and the young lady back toward the safe. You're gonna open that safe up and give me the money. Then as long as everybody plays it nice and cool, nobody's gonna get hurt. You follow me?" : "Very definitely," Walters nodded.
Hastily they walked toward the safe. Walters led them. He opened up the safe and removed a number of bills, which, under the tall man's instructions, he stuffed into some money bags.
"That's it, Walters," the man said soothingly. "Long as there's no problems, well, everything's gonna be just fine."
Mr. Walters's hands trembled slightly as he stuffed the money into the bags. After that he handed them over one by one to the tall man, who stuck them under his right arm.
"Come on over here," he finally called out to his partner. "Come on and help me. I need you to carry a few of these. You can carry them under one arm and we can hold everybody off with the guns at the same time."
"Okay, glad to help out," the other man nodded, "especially when there's this much money at stake."
The operation had all gone smoothly up to a certain point. Just as the men were preparing to leave with the money bags in hand, a man had ventured into the bank. Upon seeing the two men holding the guns, and walking in his direction, he had panicked, darting out into the street.
The shorter man had fired twice, but the man had disappeared into a building and now there were scores of people on the crowded downtown street that were screaming and running in every conceivable direction."
"You see what you did, you idiot," the taller man reprimanded him. "Oh, damned, now we're really in a bind."
The men turned and walked back toward the center of the bank's expansive area. The tall man shook his head.
"Okay, now we're all gonna have to sit tight," he said. "We're waiting right here to resolve this whole thing."
Within moments, as everyone had anticipated, there were the sounds of sirens in the distance. Before long there was the sound of a policeman speaking out through a bull horn.
"We know you're in there, if you'll just drop your weapons and come out with your hands over your heads, everything will be fine," the policeman said.
"Oh, yeah, it sure as hell will," the tall man nodded, a sarcastic expression on his face. "We've got ourselves a ready-made prison sentence."
The telephone rang. The tall man answered it. Just as he had anticipated, it was the police officer who had been talking earlier through the bull horn. He was making the call at a loan office just across the street from the bank.
"Listen, nobody's been hurt," the officer said. "If you'll just surrender now. You and your partner. You'll have it a lot easier than you would otherwise. I sure as hell can't promise you two you'll get off scot-free, but you'll get off a whole lot lighter than you will if you drag this thing out any further."
"I'll tell you what we're considering," the tall man said. "We're considering holding on to some hostages here. Then we're asking for transportation to the airport. That and a fast plane for Cuba."
"You guys are crazy," the policeman blurted after a long pause. "That's nuts. Castro even said he doesn't want anymore hijackers, terrorists or criminals of any kind in Cuba. You'll never get away with it. Play it my way. Believe me, it's a whole lot smarter."
"You might think so," the man said, "but we feel a little different about the whole thing. Hell, we get to Cuba, I think we'll be heroes. After all, ripping off a big capitalist bank. Castro doesn't think much of U.S. imperialism, you know."
"You're talking nonsense, pure nonsense," the policeman said. "Castro's trying to better his image. Trying to play the part of the statesman. He's not as eager to accept entry of terrorists as before. You know how it is. Politicians change their acts every now and then, just like actors. So what do you say? Why don't we do it my way?"
"I'll tell you what," the tall man said. "I've got to talk this thing over with my partner. Call me back in ten minutes, right?"
"I'm not going anywhere," the policeman added ruefully, "and I guess neither are you."
The tall man hung up. He had a lengthy discussion with his friend over the next ten minutes, in the course of which they plotted strategy. They spoke in hushed tones so that none of the employees or customers of the bank who were being held by them could hear. Finally they decided upon a course of action. When the telephone rang after ten minutes had passed, the tall man picked it up on the first ring.
"My police officer friend again?" he began.
"That's right. By the way, my name's Sergeant Shannon. Dave Shannon."
"Well how do you do, Dave Shannon. Nice to make your acquaintance, Sergeant. Just wish it-could be under more pleasant circumstances."
"Me, too," Shannon grunted. "You know, you sound like a pretty intelligent guy. I don't figure you for being the kind of guy to try and pull something like this off."
"You know how it goes. We get frustrated, there's not enough money to pay the bills, then finally you say the hell with it."
"You said the hell with it?"
"You're damned right. I'm sayin' the hell with it so we can get the hell out of here. And just maybe you can help us. The deal I was talking about before. Well, we still wanna stick to it."
"You mean this hostage thing?" the policeman responded in a wounded tone.
"That's right," the tall man said adamantly. u
"Say, I don't even know your name," Sergeant Shannon said. "What is it?"
"Okay, okay. I didn't really expect you to give me your real name. Why don't you just give me a name you can use and one for your partner. I mean, nickname, something you make up, anything. Just a handle that we can use to communicate with."
"Okay, you can call me Mike," the tall, dark-haired, dark-skinned man explained. "My partner's name is Sam."
"Yeah, I'm Sam," the shorter man chuckled as he continued holding the gun on his victims.
"All right, Mike. You might as well finish telling me just what kind of a plan you've got in mind," Sergeant Shannon said.
"Okay, here's how it goes, Sergeant. We're gonna release everybody but three people from here. We're gonna let 'em just walk right out the door. That is, provided that you pull your men back. You've got some of them too damned close to this place to suit me. I want you to pull them all back across the street. At least until the last person leaves and closes the door. At that point we're gonna just hold onto the three hostages we select. Then we'll see. You'll take it from there. You're gonna get us a limousine or reasonable facsimile thereof. We're gonna be issued safe passage to the airport. Then we're gonna get that plane. And you're gonna do it all, Sergeant. Hell, you're gonna be headline news tomorrow. Probably even get a raise. Why not! You're gonna be a big man. You're gonna be the man who saves all these people. Right? You play it just right, Sergeant, and nobody has to get hurt."
There was a long pause at the other end of the line.
"You'll be hearing from us later, Mike," he said. "As far as the other part of your offer is concerned, we can accept that. I will pull my men back for a period of two minutes. That oughta be time. But don't get any ideas. We're still surrounding the building."
"I kinda figured that," Mike nodded. "It's just that if one happens to make a move and misses, there will probably be a number of deaths. I mean, I can't guarantee the safe removal of these people if you guys are gonna fire away like cowboys."
"I get your point," Sergeant Shannon said. "We'll respect your wishes as far as that goes. We're not saying anything more about anything else, though. You'll be hearing from me later by phone. I'll just ask for Mike."
"I'll be answerin' all the calls," Mike chuckled.
Mike hung up the telephone. At that point the employees of the bank stared at each other with troubled concern. Mike paced the floor several times, then explained what was happening. He related what had been decided in his conversation with his partner.
"Here's the way it's gonna be," he said. "We're selecting three hostages. They'll have to stay behind with us. The rest of you we're letting go. The police are gonna back off just so that we can let you out without us getting caught. If they open fire, they know that your lives are gonna be endangered. Therefore, I don't think they'll pull anything."
It then came down to a question of selecting the hostages. Mike and Sam had chosen Nancy along with two other employees, another teller and a loan officer. The other hostages, along with Nancy were Harriet Maynard, a petite, sweet, young nineteen-year-old who was just recently graduated from high school, the newest employee in the entire bank. The third hostage was Cathy Stone, a slender redhead of thirty-one with a pleasing personality, a loan officer and the mother of two boys and a girl.
The three girls looked at each other in a state of mutual terror as they then enviously stared in the direction of the rest of the employees, Mr. Walters included, who were being let go. Mr. Walters stared at the three girls helplessly several times as he walked toward the door. There was an apologetic expression on his face. The girls had no reason to blame him, and realized that he was feeling guilty over the fact that himself and others were able to leave while the three of them had been selected as hostages to stay behind.
The operation went off successfully. The police moved back just as Sergeant Shannon had promised, after which Sam closed the door and walked back toward where Mike was holding the gun on the three young women.
"May I ask you a question?" Nancy recalled the lovely Cathy Stone asking, her usual smooth, well-modulated voice containing a strong tremor.
"You can ask it," Mike snapped. "That doesn't mean we're gonna answer it."
"Good clever answer," Sam chuckled. "Damned, Mike, you've always got the answers."
"Anyway, what's your question?" Mike asked quietly.
"Why us? Did you have any reason for selecting us instead of the others?" Cathy asked.
"Shall I tell 'em, Sam?" Mike asked.
"How about letting me do the honors," Sam chuckled.
"Okay, you do the honors."
"We picked you gals, honey, because you're the three best-lookin' broads in this bank," he explained. "Yes, indeed. We figure as long as we're waitin' out the cops and we need hostages, we might as well pick somebody who looks damned good. After all, we're not just bank robbers. We're pretty horny guys to boot."
"Sam might not be the most intelligent guy in the world," Mike laughed, "but if there's one thing about him, he speaks good plain English. There's no beating around the bush. I guess you can understand the logic behind what he's saying, can't you, young lady?"
"Yes, I can," Cathy Stone gulped.
Cathy looked over at the other two girls. There was a mutual look of troubled concern. They were squarely in the same boat.
As for Nancy, her whole body was trembling. Never could she have conceived of getting involved in a situation quite like this. If only that customer had not come walking in at precisely the wrong moment, she theorized, then these guys might have been gone. They probably would have been caught anyway, and all of them would have been safe. Now she did not know just what would happen. The tall man was very clever, but seemed to possess a devil-may-care manner about life, seemingly a total cynic. The short, muscular fellow was less clever but more basic. She had hated the manner in which he had appraised both her as well as her other two friends. There was an expression of supreme lust in his eyes, and she could tell that he was mentally undressing her.
While she kept hoping that all this would come to an end, and that soon she would be back safe in her apartment, being consoled by her fiance, she realized that the situation was far from being resolved.
Instead she had to endure the troubled moments of waiting, the indecision of not knowing what would happen. Suddenly the tall man walked over toward her.
"Say, what room was that that we walked past on the way to the safe?" he asked. "I mean, when Walters was emptying out the safe for me earlier."
"That's the conference room," Nancy answered, wondering just why this man was asking.
"It seems like a nice cozy place," the tall man grinned. "I think you and I oughta have a nice little walk over there right now." He then looked over at his partner. "Okay, Sam, you can just keep these two girls company here. I'm gonna be gettin' acquainted with Nancy for a little bit."
"I don't blame you," Sam nodded. "Okay, I'll hold the fort down."
"Thanks."
"What if this guy Sergeant Shannon calls?"
"Just tell him what we've been insistin' on," Mike said. "You just tell him that nothin' else is gonna do. That we've gotta know when the car's coming. And that we've got to make preparations so that we know they're not gonna pull anything. Like we're gonna walk out just holdin' these guns at these girls' heads. We're not puttin' up with any crap."
"Yeah, okay," he nodded. "I can tell him that. Tell it to him loud and clear."
"Good. See you later."
With that he nudged Nancy with the butt of his weapon. Her whole body trembled and she wondered if, under the sheer weight of it all, she might not faint as she walked down the hallway leading toward the conference room.
Soon her escort was closing the door behind them. He slipped his gun into his pocket.
"Just don't try anything, honey," he said, "or else I'll just pull this thing out. I can get it out before you can make any kind of move. You pull anything and you're dead. You understand that?"
"Yes," she nodded solemnly.
"Good. I wanna get a lot better acquainted with you."
CHAPTER TWO
Nancy was suddenly immersed in a total blur. It went beyond being terror stricken. She had broken out in a cold sweat earlier, but now all that had passed.
At this point in time all that Nancy could think of was survival. She had to admit that this man who called himself Mike was a rather handsome fellow in a rugged sort of way. His dark eyes continued to penetrate in her direction, intimidating her, causing her to feel sudden waves of fear.
"Okay, honey, even at a time like this, I have an eye for a beautiful woman," Mike laughed. "First thing I want you to do is just strip for me. You're such a gorgeous young woman. I wanna see that body on full display. That beautiful, magnificent bod."
He kept on staring at her, watching as she stood there next to the conference table, dressed immaculately in a powder blue suit.
She thought for a moment about whether she might have a chance of grabbing Mike's gun from him. She realized then what a foolish thought that was. He was aware of the fact that his partner was outside. There was only one way out of the conference room, and that was out the one door and down the hall into the center of the bank, where Sam was holding the other two hostages. No, she realized, the only answer was to either succumb or talk Mike out of forcing her to perform such indignities.
"Look, Mike, you seem like a very clever guy," she said.
"I'm not interested in a lot of flattery," Mike said. "Right now my interests are more basic, honey. In short, just glance at my crotch. I've got a hard-on that won't quit. And guess who's makin' me feel it?"
"I mean, by being a clever man, I know you can figure certain things out. I'm not the kind of girl who just plays around. Who does things with different guys. I'm engaged to a very nice man. It would make me feel awful to have to go through something like this. Couldn't you just forget it? I mean, I'd appreciate it so much. I'm not gonna give you any trouble otherwise. I haven't up to now, have I?"
"No, but only because we're holding all the cards, I suspect."
"Honestly, I'm not gonna do anything to stand in your way. You're right. You're holding all the cards. But I'm gonna be cooperative. Right down the line. I know better than to do anything that would jeopardize my life. But can't you grant me this one favor? Couldn't you just forget about satisfying your lusts?"
"No way," Mike shook his head. "Come on, honey, and I'm just warnin' you that my patience is wearing thin. So come on and take off your clothes. I wanna see you in the nude. I wanna be able to examine that beautiful body. Every solitary inch of it."
Nancy could tell from the cold-eyed look of determination on Mike's face that he was not about to take no for an answer. Slowly, she nodded then began to remove her suit. Her fingers trembled so badly that she was going even slower than she would have liked. Eventually Mike became impatient.
"Come on, faster," he said. "I'm a horny and impatient guy. I told you I don't have much patience, honey, and you're stretchin' it to the limit. Now come on, let's make some time. Get those clothes off. I wanna see that beautiful body. I wanna see it on full display."
Eventually Nancy slipped out of her suit, which she laid on a chair next to the conference table.
Now she was standing there in her high-heeled shoes, wearing nothing other than her white lacy panties and matching brassiere.
Mike examined every supple curve of the beautiful blonde's magnificent body. He liked her light skin, which glistened with glossy elegance in the semi-lighted room. He stared at her warmly jutting breasts, which pushed against her brassiere. He then stared down at her magnificently tapered thighs and ankles, and then, finally, his eyes came to rest on her panties. He longed to see that beautiful crotch fully exposed. Once she slid her panties down her legs, he knew, he would get a look at her vagina.
"Okay, now kick off your shoes," he grinned.
He watched as Nancy, Her body still trembling, stepped out of her shoes and stood bare-footed on the floor.
"Now I want you to finish the job," he told her. "First off I want you to take off your bra, then I want you to slide your panties down your legs. Now just pull off your bra, honey, do it right now."
Nancy heaved a sigh. She felt humiliated. Immediately thoughts of Ralph flooded her brain. She hated to think of the fact that another man was about to see her completely naked. It just wasn't fair, she thought, not when she had been a basically virtuous woman and was committed to one man at this point in her life.
She reached out and undid her brassiere straps, letting her bra fall to the floor. The moment that Mike observed the fullness of her sensuous, full bosoms as they popped free of their confinement, his eyes widened and his grin broadened.
"Oh, damned, just look at that," he licked his lips with lascivious anticipation. "That's what I call a fantastic set of knockers. Oh, honey, you do have a beautiful body. Oh, do you ever look great. What a set of tits. Oh, damned, terrific tits. They couldn't be any better."
She stood there feeling self-conscious, observing the brazen manner in which he kept on lustily staring at her firm, ripe breasts. After awhile he spoke again.
"Okay, I guess you know what's coming next," he laughed.
"No, I don't," she shook her head.
Actually Nancy had a pretty good idea, but dreaded the prospect so much that she did not even want to acknowledge her awareness of it.
CHAPTER THREE
The command that Nancy dreaded, that which she was certain would be issued, was delivered in a crisp, authoritative tone by Mike.
"Take off your panties," he demanded.
Her legs trembled as she reached down and made a quick grab for the crotchband of her panties.
"You're all bent out of shape," Mike said, "and I don't like that. You don't have to get scared. Hell, if you're gonna be trembling and acting like a scared little kid, it's not gonna be as much fun as it should be. So loosen up, honey, loosen up right now."
Nancy did her very best to attempt to regain calmness, but it was anything but an easy matter to do so. She began gliding her panties down her legs, and listening to the crisp scraping sounds of the filmy material making contact with her trim, sensuous thighs.
Soon Mike was able to get his first look at the stunning blonde's exposed crotch. He stared at her blonde pubic curls and at the pink pussy that resided beneath them.
"Oh, damned, what a box," he grunted. "You do have a beautiful cunt, honey. Just the kind I love to look at. And, of course, do a hell of a lot more to than just that. But come on, honey, keep gliding those panties down your legs. Take them off, sweetheart. Ohhhhh, are we ever gonna have fun. Am I ever gonna give you a magnificent time of it."
She kept on gliding her panties down her legs, until, finally, they had reached all the way to her ankles. Eventually she stepped out of them, standing in a state of helpless self-consciousness in front of the large conference table.
"Oh, nice, very nice," he nodded, eyeing her appreciatively in the manner of a modeling agent viewing prospective talent. "Okay, now turn around, honey. I got a good look at that gorgeous cunt. Now I wanna see that shapely ass. I wanna stare at those gorgeous ass cheeks."
Slowly the self-conscious blonde turned, giving her captor a look at her ripe, smooth, twin globes of ass flesh.
"Okay, now just lean against the table there and stick your ass up a little," Mike chuckled.
The blonde did exactly as she was told, even though she hated it. She hated everything about this terrible man, who had begun by robbing a bank, and who had pointed a gun at her, but was now taking advantage of her sexually.
She leaned against the mahogany conference table, then eased her ass upward slightly, providing him with just the kind of provocative view that Mike had insisted upon.
He kept staring down at her firm, ripe ass globes, then advanced forward several paces. Before long he was reaching down and sinking his fingers against the warm flesh. His heart palpitated with throbbing desire as his fingers pinched and stabbed against the warmth of her silky smooth ass cheeks.
Nancy reacted by tensing her body and closing her eyes tightly. How she loathed this man handling her in this manner. Even though he was not really pushing his fingers against her ass flesh hard enough to hurt her, she felt pain none the less, mainly because she hated the fact that he was touching her at all.
"What a perfectly constructed pair of cheeks," Mike chuckled. "Oh, yeah, I'm gonna have some real fun. I'm gonna have some fun while we wait out the cops. What a bod. Oh, damned, what a cute ass."
This time his fingers pinched more tightly against the warm flesh than before. As he pinched and squeezed her asscheeks, her eyes closed more tightly than ever. How she hated him. How she wished that he would stop, that he would allow her to put her clothes back on, and would at least stop tormenting her. It was bad enough to be a hostage in this kind of situation, knowing that she could lose her life at any instant, but this was adding another form of torture as well, that of sexual domination.
Once that he had released his fingers from her ass cheeks, Mike issued another command.
"Okay, turn around, honey," he said.
She turned her body around, facing Mike once more.
"Okay, here's what I want you to do," Mike said. "I want you to slip that beautiful butt of yours up on top of that conference table. I want you to stretch out on it, just lie there on your back, and let your legs dangle over the edge."
The stunning young blonde teller eased her body up against the table. She scraped her legs and buttocks against the end of it, then, just as she had been instructed, elevated her body onto the top of it. She stretched out on the edge of the table, letting her legs dangle in the manner that he had prescribed.
"Okay, just forward a little bit more," Mike directed her with a gesture. "I want to be able to see those ass cheeks and those dangling legs. And extend them a little. That's it. Pull them apart a little so that I can get a good view of your beautiful crotch."
Nancy winced. How she loathed this disgusting man. She could not help but contrast him with her fiance Ralph, who had always been such a gentleman. Whenever he engaged in sex with her, or even discussed the topic, Ralph would always do so in a gentlemanly context. It had been that way with the other two lovers she had known prior to meeting Ralph. She insisted upon a man conducting himself as a gentleman since otherwise she did not want to have any dealings with him at all, particularly of a romantic nature. Nancy had nothing but contempt and disgust for men who took advantage of women, and therefore it was the easiest thing in the world for her to hold Mike in total contempt.
None the less, he was, as he had reminded her, holding all the trump cards. She therefore slowly but surely eased her legs apart and let her ass dangle along the edge of the conference table. Mike moved several steps closer, taking a good look at her crotch area.
"Oh, damned, you're one hell of a magnificent-lookin' woman," he said, licking his lips with lascivious desire. "Okay, now you just stay right there. I'm gonna come and join you."
Her heart palpitated with overriding fear. Nancy had been hopeful that this was a man who would be satisfied with just a look, but down deep she had not anticipated this to be the case. No, she realized, generally men like Mike only began with a look. From that point on they'd become cruder and cruder until, eventually, they'd get precisely what they want.
She eased her legs apart, watching as Mike dropped down to his knees. Now his head was practically level with her vagina. He reached out and stroked her inner thighs, then inhaled the fragrant scent of her femaleness intermingled with the perfume that she had dabbed on her body before going to work that day.
"Oh, honey, do you ever look good," he sighed. "Okay, I'm gonna just take over and give you a nice sucking. I'm gonna grind my tongue in your pussy. I'll bet you'd love that. I'll bet you've had plenty of guys do it. And one hell of a lot more who would have liked to. Right?"
"Please, I don't like to talk about my sex life," she said.
"I'll bet you've got at least one boyfriend. Hell, you can have a lot more if you want. Yes, but you look like the good-girl type. Yeah, you probably got just this one guy. He's probably a sincere, loyal guy. Am I right?"
"I won't say anymore, but, yes, you've got that part right. You're absolutely correct."
"Oh, sure. I know the kind. Dedicated. Stable. Good, steady job. Right?"
"That's right."
"Yeah, and dull as hell," Mike laughed fiendishly. "That's just the trouble. You've probably been gettin' all these boring, unimaginative fucks for longer than you can remember. Well, I'll tell you what you need right now. You need some guy like me. Somebody who will get right in there and do his own thing. Who will give you the kind of screwing that you need. Hell, you don't need all that gentle stuff. Screw that! You don't need to be treated like a lady, you need to be treated like a bitch. If I do that to you, you'll enjoy it."
"That's not so," she snapped, at least temporarily losing her cool. "You have a rotten mind. A dirty mind. You're filthy, you're vile. Let me alone. Don't do anything to me."
Immediately after she finished her outburst, she felt exceedingly regretful about having lost her temper. She feared making Mike angry so that he might, in a frustrated moment, reach out and make a grab for his gun. All it would take would be just one quick pull of the trigger and she would be no longer alive. Instead, rather than getting angry, however, he just looked at her and grinned, breaking into fiendish laughter. Even though she hated him for being so damned contemptible, Nancy at the same time could not help but feel at least a slight measure of relief, knowing that he was not going to pull the gun on her.
"I like a woman who's got some spirit," he declared. "You got plenty of it, baby. And damned, you sure do have a nice pair of legs. And a juicy-looking cunt. I'm gonna give that cunt some action right now."
As his fingers continued to massage against the warmth of her inner thighs, Mike pushed his tongue forward. Initially he let it explore against the warmth of her silky pubic hairs. Even though she hated him so much that she initially wanted to throw up at the very thought of him flipping his tongue intimately against her pubic bush, eventually she had to admit that, in spite of her hatred for him, Mike did have a solid technique. She could not help but feel a certain degree of mounting excitement from the manner in which his tongue ground teasingly against her cunt hairs.
About the time that moisture began precipitating at her crotch, Mike released his tongue from her pubic hairs and smiled triumphantly.
"I knew you were one hell of a hot bitch," he said, "and I'm gonna keep callin' you a bitch. Yes indeed, you're some kind of beautiful little blonde. What's your name, honey?"
"Nancy," she replied.
"Okay, little Nancy. I'm gonna give you one hell of a lot better fuckin' than that boyfriend of yours ever has. All this sweet, gentle stuff that won't hold any water when it comes to takin' care of a hot woman's desires. I meet a woman head-on, right where she's at, and I treat her like a bitch. Yes, honey, you wanna be treated like a bitch, even though maybe you don't know it. So just hang on because I'm gonna give you plenty of excitement."
Nancy didn't even reply to any of Mike's comments. For one thing she knew that to do so would constitute an act of futility. For another, .she was stumped, having very little to say. Just how could she respond to what Mike was saying? There was no way that she could deny the sudden moistening of her mound. As she lay there stretched out, he shoved his tongue forward, gliding it once again against the warmth of her pubic curls. After that he eased it against her velvety, pink vagina. At first he moved slowly, and with every meticulous stroke, her legs began to tremble with that much greater excitement. Yes, they had trembled before, but that was out of fear. Now, at least for the moment, the fear had subsided and was being replaced by a hot, animal lust.
It struck Nancy as ironic that she was behaving in a lustful manner as this criminal ground his tongue against the moistness of her pussy. It was one thing to turn on with somebody like Ralph, but quite another to allow herself to become excited by the skillful tongue ministrations of a bank robber.
Her legs continued to tremble and kick back and forth, and her inner thighs brushed time and again against Mike's temples, causing him to feel even greater waves of excitement. He loved the dramatic contact of her legs with his head as he kept on tonguing her pussy, and the longer that he sucked her mound, the deeper that he dug and the more rapidly that his tongue thrust and twisted as he worked it into the searing depths of her feminine cauldron.
"OOOHHH, OHHHHH, COME ON AND TONjGUE MY PUSSY," she found herself shrieking, almost in spite of herself. "OOOHHH, THAT FEELS SO GOOD. OHHHH, THAT TONGUE. OOOHHH, THE WAY YOU'RE DRIVING IT. OOOHHH, OHHHHHH, I CAN'T GET ENOUGH."
Mike was considerably less surprised by Nancy's response than she was. After she uttered her frantic sensual pleas, she then had second thoughts. She kept switching moods dramatically between unencumbered lust and guilt. All the same, she continued to feel those hot waves of frantic desire in her volcanic pussy as Mike's hotly slurping tongue continued to twist and drive, maintaining itself with vigorous assertiveness as it ground against the dazzling warmth of her seething cuntal furrow.
She kept listening to the telltale slurping sounds of his tongue as it kept on dramatically exploring her mound, pushing her that much nearer to the state of a screeching orgasm.
"OOOHHH, OHHHHHH, I DON'T BELIEVE IIIITTT," she grunted. "OOOHHH, YOUR TONGUE. OHHHHH, OOOHHH, WHAT IT ISN'T DOING TO ME. OOOHHH, I JUST LOVE IT. OHHHH, I LOVE THE WAY IT'S GRINDING. OOOHHH, OHHHH, LET IT GRIND. YES, OOOHHHH, PLANT IT INSIDE MY PUSSY. OOOHHH, OHHHH, TONGUE MEEEEEE."
His hot, exhilarating tongue continued to grind and twist as he worked it deep inside her impassioned vagina. He reached out with both hands and let his fingers clutch against the warmth of her shapely, hotly twisting buttocks as his steaming tongue ground into her cuntal furrow. As he pushed her that much closer to the inevitable looming climax, he ground his tongue torridly against her seething clitoris. That only served to excite her that much more, propelling her into a state of seething excitement as she moved ever nearer to the state of an ecstatic orgasm.
"OOOHHH, OHHHHH, KEEP THAT TONGUE GRINDIIIING," she exclaimed. "OOOHHH, I DON'T KNOW WHAT'S GETTING INTO ME. OOOHHHH, OHHHHHHH, IT'S JUST TOO MUCH. OOOHHH, YOUR TONGUE IS TOO MUCH. OHHHHH, AAA-HHH, OOOHHH, TONGUE MEEEEE!"
His hotly pistoning tongue pushed inside the wet warmth of her velvety-smooth vagina several more times. Finally she could no longer hold back the orgasmic juices that were waiting to explode from her dazzlingly alive vagina.
Mike's tongue kept on pushing and twisting, and finally he began swallowing the enchanting drips of her splashing juice, which filled his mouth.
"OOOHHH, OHHHHH, THERE I GOOO," she exclaimed. "OHHHHH, AAAHHH, SWALLOW IT. OOOHHH, OHHHHH, SWALLOW ALL OF IT. YES, OOOHHH, SWALLOW MY PUSSY JUICES. OOOHHH, OHHHHH, IT'S REALLY SHOOTING. OOOHHH, MY CUNT'S ON FIRE. OOHHHHHHH, OHHHHH, THE FIRE'S RAGING. IT'S RAGING, RAGING, RAGING IN MY HOT CUUUUUUUNT."
Her now sweat-dampened body kicked back and forth as she thrust her cunt in an upward fashion, enjoying the act of orgasm as her thoroughly aroused lover swallowed every drop of her escaping fluid.
Moments later he released his tongue from her vagina, looking at her and staring into her eyes and grinning.
"And you said you didn't wanna fuck," he said. "I told you what you needed. You didn't wanna believe me, but I was right. You needed either me or somebody like me. If I hadn't come along, honey, you'd be one hell of a lot more frustrated.
You needed a guy who'd just step in there and take charge without asking any questions, and that guy just happened to be me."
Nancy said nothing. Now that it was all over, she felt humilated over what had happened. Not only had she been pussy sucked to climax, but she had actually begged for him to finish the job, and had called out in what amounted to desperation as she exploded her pussy juices inside his mouth, begging him to capture every drop of her glorious load.
She remembered how he had smirkingly told her that he would treat her like a bitch, and that she would enjoy it. Now she felt as if she had not only let down her fiance, but herself as well. Perhaps she was a bitch, she could not help but sadly conclude.
CHAPTER FOUR
Now that Mike had experienced the bountiful joys of sucking Nancy Nabors's pussy to climax, his cock became harder and more aroused than ever.
As Nancy lay stretched out on the table, continuing to feel terrible guilt pangs over succumbing to Mike and enjoying it, he reached down and began to unzip his trousers. As she stared up at him and saw him reach into his trousers and pull out his penis, she winced.
"Oh, please, don't put me through any more," she said. "I've been through enough already."
"Been through enough, my ass," he laughed sarcastically. "What the hell are you talkin' about, woman? Little Nancy baby, let me remind you. When I was down there on my knees suckin' your pussy almost dry, what the hell were you doing? You were begging for it. I mean, you didn't like it, that wouldn't be a strong enough word. You loved it, you absolutely loved it. You're tryin' to tell me that you don't remember that?"
"All right, I might have experienced a weak moment," she was forced to admit, "but let's not go any further. Please. After all, you got some satisfaction. You had a chance to have sex with me. Let's not push it any further."
"Just take a look at my hard prick," he grinned. "Just take a look at the size of that cock. You're tryin' to tell me that I'm just supposed to forget about it?"
To illustrate his point, Mike proceeded to reach down and begin tugging on his enormous erection. Up and down his fingers methodically pumped and massaged against the warmth of his rubbery, blue-veined phallic tool.
"Just look at this prick," he said. "Just take a look at it. It's just dyin' for action. I mean, I've just got to have it, that's all. I've just got to have some fantastic sex. I'm gonna get it, too, and don't you forget it."
"Then listen, can we make some kind of compromise?" she suggested softly, hoping to somehow tap at least a particle of goodness in Mike.
"We won't make any compromises at all," he snapped. "Let's remember, honey. My friend and I are completely in charge. If you and your fellow bank workers are gonna live, it's only gonna be because we let you. Remember that. So there won't be any compromises. If, on the other hand, you say something that I happen to agree with, you make a suggestion I like, well, then I might consider it. What the hell did you have on your pretty little mind?"
"I was thinking. You see, Mike, I'll level with you. I'm engaged. Engaged to a wonderful man. Something like this just tears me up, I mean it, being unfaithful like this."
"You don't have to have any pangs of conscience. After all, you don't really have any choice, do you? Therefore, there shouldn't be any guilt. Unless, of course, you wind up enjoying it. That's what happened before. You loved it, honey, so now you're having second thoughts. You hate the thought that some guy other than your fiance can turn you on. Well I'll tell you something. I think that you're feeling even more than that. I think you're figurin' that maybe I can turn you on a lot bigger than your fiance ever could. Like I said, I didn't come to you feeling any awe about it. I just had a desire to fuck and that was all there was to it."
"Oh, please, no more. Let's hot have anymore of that talk. This is bad enough already. Okay, yes, you did prove you could excite me and that made me feel a little funny. But still, I have these feelings about trying to keep as pure as possible for my fiance. I'd sure appreciate it if you'd just let me jerk on your cock. Give you a hand job. Would that be satisfactory?"
"Well, a hot man always loves a good hand job," Mike laughed, "especially if it's a beautiful girl on the other end. Okay, I'll let you jerk up and down on my cock. That wasn't a bad idea at all."
"Oh, thank you," her eyes brightened. "So just edge on over here, Mike, and I'll take care of you. I'll run my fingers up and down your cock."
"Sure thing, honey."
Mike grinned broadly, moving his body over toward the edge of the table. In the meantime, the lovely blonde teller eased her body up until she was sitting on the edge of the table. She then reached out and made a quick grab for his penis. She was determined to steadfastly grind her fingers up and down his hard, throbbing cock until the juices exploded from it. That way the two of them would be involved. He would derive satisfaction and she would not feel downright rotten, as she would if he were to insist upon a more intimate form of sex.
Her fingers reached out and glided along the tip of his organ. She recalled those days earlier in her association with Ralph when she would not permit him to go any further than that. Then gradually, she got to know him better and time elapsed, and she submitted to more action as he gained more liberties. Following the hand jobs there were pussy sucks, and then, ultimately, she granted him access to her vagina with his cock. But now she was sliding her fingers up and down Mike's hard, aroused stem. His entire body felt light and airy, and his heart palpitated with now increasing swiftness as her fingers kept on clutching and twisting, moving resourcefully up and down the full length of his stiffly bloated penis.
"That's what I like," he said. "Come on, you can do it a little faster, honey. Just grind with those fingers. Ohhh, this is a nice hand job. Oh, yeah, I like the feel of it. I like to feel those fingers on my long, stiff prick."
Mike extended, his legs slightly, then thrust his body forward, simulating the act of a man driving his stiff prick inside a woman's tight pussy. He grunted and gasped, and now beads of sweat began to roll down both sides of his face. It made Nancy feel good to know that at least he had that much in the way of humanity and decency, respecting her wishes on that point. She was therefore determined to give him a good hand job, to provide him with all the satisfaction she could in that direction so that he would feel contented.
Up and down her fingers methodically pumped until, finally, Mike reached out and made a grab for her hands. He took her hand by the wrist and pulled it away.
"What's the matter?" she looked up at him in a state of bewilderment. "You didn't like it?"
"I sure did," he laughed, "but I wasn't gonna go off that way. Not when there are more intimate ways of expressing myself, honey. In short, I want that pussy of yours. I'll bet it's pretty damned tight stuff. I loved slapping my tongue against it. I loved swallowing the juices. Well, now I'm gonna fuck you. Now I'm gonna pump my prick inside your snatch."
"But you said that you wouldn't do that," she shrieked.
"When did I say that?"
"Well, you practically said it," she quickly amended.
"Like hell I did. You suggested fingering my cock. Okay, I went along with it. I didn't say anything about you finishing the job fingerin' me, did I?"
"But I was convinced you meant that. That you meant to go along with what I suggested. Oh, how awful. You mean, you weren't sincere about that at all?"
"I was sincere about one thing," Mike laughed sadistically. "I was sincere about wanting a nice hand job. Okay, I got it. So now I'm gonna go further. I'm gonna push my prick inside that nice, tight pussy. Not only that, but you're gonna love it. You're gonna love it, sweetheart. The harder that I pump with my stiff prick, the better you'll enjoy it. Oh, sure, you're gonna tell yourself you hate it, especially in the beginning. Yeah, you're gonna be real convinced that it's the wrong thing to do. After all, you've got that nice sweet guy who's gonna marry you and all. But you'll never forget me, baby. I'll guarantee it. And it's gonna be because you've loved getting fucked by me so much."
With that he reached down and made a grab for her thighs. He pushed his fingers against them sharply, causing wincing waves of pain to shoot through her body. He then pried her legs apart, staring down at the succulent warmth of her still moist pussy. He observed the sparkling gnarled hairs which contained the juices she had exploded only a few minutes earlier.
As he held on tightly to her thighs and shoved his body forward, his heart began to pound with increasing eagerness. Mike grunted, gasped, then shoved his penis assertively inside the tightness of Nancy's pussy.
"OOOHHH, WHAT A TIGHT SCREW!" he gasped. "OOOHHH, THAT'S SO NICE, SO VERY NIIIIICE! THAT'S WHAT I CALL FUCKING. OH, DAMNED, OOOHHH, A TERRIFIC SCREW. AAAHHH, JUST FLING THAT BUTT AROUND, HONEY. THAT'S WHAT I WANT. PLENTY OF ACTION. THE RIGHT KIND OF ACTION. GOOD OLD WONDERFUL FUCKIN' ACTION."
His hammering cock pushed back and forth as he drove it with piston-like determination. His buttocks wiggled and his body quivered in a state of ever-exhilarating joy as he pummeled her with his savage organ, blasting it into the tightness of her clasping vaginal muscles.
At first her whole body had tightened with revulsion and she had found the act so repulsive that she closed her eyes tightly. After awhile, however, she wondered what it would be like to take a quick peek at him pushing his hard, prodding organ into her vulnerably exposed vagina.
As she opened her eyes she observed him slamming forward with battering ram determination, sliding his stiffly bloated spear inside her pussy. The harder that he rammed with his rock-hard joy stick, the closer that he pushed himself toward the state of orgasm. His balls were bloated and he felt a twitching sensation in them as he kept on slamming his steely organ forward, letting it push its way into the clasping tightness of her vagina.
"OOOHHH, GOOD, GOOD, GOOOOODD," he grunted.
"OOOHHH, PLEASE STOP," she called out in desperation, tears streaming down both sides of her face. "OHHHH, YOU'RE HUMILIATING ME. PLEASE, OOOHHH, PLEASE, STOP IT. PLEASE STOP HUMILIATING ME. OOOOO-HHHHH, YOU'RE HURTING ME. OOOHHH, STOP, STOP, STOOOOPPP."
Intensely he squeezed with powerful hands, letting his fingers pry tightly against her sliding buttocks. All the while his hard, steadily plunging cock kept disappearing into the tight folds of her hot furrow. He loved watching the stiffness of his erect phallic tool being pushed ever deeper inside her vagina as he moved that much closer to the state of orgasm.
Before long, in spite of herself, Nancy began to experience a totally different sensation. Here this man was overpowering her, taking her against her own will, actually raping her, in effect, but somehow she was beginning to enjoy it after all. She first became aware of those strange sensations when she felt a certain titillation in her crotch. The longer that he kept on fucking her, driving his stiff, assertive spear deep inside her, the more noticeable those sensations became.
Soon she became overwhelmed by feelings of great sensuousness, her whole body trembling as she flung her buttocks back and forth. No longer did he have to force movement on the part of her ass cheeks by clutching with both hands and jerking them back and forth. Now they were moving freely, of their own volition, and this made him feel all the happier. Mike could see that his hunch was correct. He had told Nancy that she would enjoy getting fucked, and now she was receiving the stiff, jolting stabs without saying a word. In addition, her body rhythm was perfect as she flung her hips back and forth and ground her pussy with salacious ecstasy, receiving every hot, probbing thrust that he sent inside the fierce depths of her overwhelmed vagina.
"OOOHHH, OHHHH, THIS IS SO GOOOO-DDD," he declared. "OOOHHH, JUST MOVE THAT ASS, BABY. OOOHHH, WHAT A FUCK. DAMNED, OHHHHH, HOW I LOVE IT. OOOHHH, IT'S SO GOOOOODDD."
Once again Nancy began to feel tremendously guilty. It bothered her that this terrible man, this beast, was bringing her to stirring depths of passion. He was awakening sensations that had been lying all too dormant for too long. Perhaps there was more than a measure of truth present in his statement that her fiance was being too much of a gentleman and not giving her enough in the way of wild, impassioned sex.
Mike kept on plunging his stiff, hard instrument deep inside her. He reached out and slapped with both hands against her buttocks, gasping and sighing as he pushed his way that much closer to the moment of climax.
His breath began to come in puffs and gasps as he propelled his sturdy, rock-hard tool forward one more time. After heaving a deep gasp, the stirring juices began to explode from his rock-hard dagger.
"OOOHHH, OHHHHH, I CAN'T HOLD BACK ANYMORE, OOOHHH, OHHHHHHH, THIS IS IIIIIITTTT," he grunted. "OOOHHH, OHHHHHH, WHAT A FUUUUUUCK!"
As the hot, spurting liquid began to catapult from the tip of Mike's aroused organ and into Nancy's vulnerably exposed pussy, she could not help but orgasm as well.
The tremoring waves of excitement overwhelmed her as the juices spurted from her pussy. Her body writhed and twisted, her buttocks making resounding thudding sounds on top of the mahogany table as he kept on pumping his stiff prick inside her, driving it hard and fast as the final few drops of spurting liquid expoloded from his cock.
Mike eased his penis from Nancy's vagina. He patted her ass cheeks, then grinned at her affectionately.
"Naw, you didn't need sex, you didn't need it much," he said.
CHAPTER FIVE
The sex concluded, Mike then ordered Nancy to promptly dress, after which he took her back into the bank area.
The first thing that happened when he arrived back, brandishing his hand gun once more, was to alert his partner, who looked over at him and grinned.
"Say, you were gone long enough, pal," he said. "I guess you two were just talkin', right?"
"You know damn well we were doin' more than talkin'," Mike said. "We were havin' ourselves a fuckin' good time. Did Sergeant Shannon call back?"
"Oh, yeah, but he didn't have anything new to say," Sam snorted. "Same old bullshit."
"Meaning what?"
"Oh, you know. He needs some more time."
"Oh, yeah. Well, one thing about it. We did the right thing by picking the best-lookin' women for hostages."
"That's right," Sam nodded, "except for one thing. You got yourself satisfied, but I haven't had the chance yet."
"Okay, my friend. One good turn deserves another. The conference room is all yours. Just take the girl or girls of your choice back there."
"Well, it's kinda hard to know who to choose," Sam said. "I'll give the little blonde a rest since she apparently got a good humpin' from you."
"Yeah, guess she deserves one," Mike chuckled. "Well, there are two left. Wait a minute. You'd better not take two back there at one time. One ought to do it."
"Okay, for right now one," he said, "but that doesn't mean I can't go back and score on another one later."
"Of course not. As a matter-of-fact, these three gals are so good looking that, if they're all great pieces of ass, I wouldn't mind takin' all of 'em with us."
The girls stared at each other with expressions of terror in their eyes. "He didn't say he would," Sam told the girls.
"He just said he'd like to. Okay you, little girl. You can come with me."
Sam pointed in the direction of the trembling Harriet Maynard. At nineteen, the petite young girl was the youngest of all of the hostages, and by far the most fearful. She had led a sheltered life, and while not a virgin, had only been serious with one man, a quiet, shy boy with whom she'd had sex a few times when they were both going to high school. Since then they had broken up and at this very moment she was not going with anyone. When the bold, brazen Sam stared at her and grinned, she cringed.
"Oh, please, you wouldn't like me," she said in a fearful, mousy tone.
"Like hell I wouldn't," Sam said. "I'll make a woman out of you, honey. Right now you're like a little whining kitten. But what the hell. I'll change all that. I'll show you. I've got the old lead in my pencil. It'll tear the hell out of you for a while, baby, but you'll learn. Yes, indeed, you'll learn."
Sam reached out and crudely grabbed the petite brunette by the hand. As he led her down the hallway toward the conference room, she could not help but burst into tears. The trembling young Harriet was trying her best not to anger Sam, but realized that her emotions had taken full possession of her. After all, she was a shy, rather timid girl, and here was a muscular, brazen con type who had probably had sex with scores of women. She pictured him dominating gun-moll types, the kinds of women who dated Hell's Angels and the like. She could not help but conclude that any attraction he felt for her was more in the nature of a novelty than anything else.
Actually Harriet Maynard badly underestimated her own attractiveness. In that she had been shy and withdrawn, a number of young men who were strongly attracted to her were afraid to even make a pitch in her direction. They had been scared off by a number of other young men who had tried before them and had failed. Therefore, she had been wrongly inclined to think of herself as an ugly-duckling type figure when quite the opposite was the case. She had short black hair and round, orb-shaped eyes. She had a cute button nose and a sensual figure. It was definitely on the slender side, but the curves were all in the right places.
"Stop your bawlin', honey," Sam crisply declared once that they stepped inside the conference room. He closed the door behind him, then shoved his gun into his pocket. "Just don't try any funny stuff, honey. You understand?"
She nodded, choking briefly as she tried to fight off the tears. She was fighting a losing battle, however, and finally she realized that it was hopeless as she broke down and wept, throwing her hands over her head.
"Okay, okay, get the bawlin' out of your damn system," he exclaimed. "Get the bawlin' out of your system so we can get to the ballin'. Hey, that's a pretty damned good pun. Have to tell my buddy about that one."
While Sam laughed at his own pun, the highly distraught young Harriet finished her cry.
"So how old are you, honey?" he asked.
"Nineteen," she replied in little more than a whisper.
"Nineteen. Damn. You ain't cherry, though, are you?"
"What do you mean?"
"Oh, damned. You really are a stupid little gal. Naive anyway. I mean, you've had a guy stick his prick inside you. You're not a virgin anymore, right?"
"No, I'm not a virgin, but I haven't had all that much experience, either. I don't think you'd be that interested in me. I really mean that. You look like a man who's had lots of affairs."
"I've had my share of ass in my time," he smiled proudly, thrusting out his chest. "But listen, honey, that don't mean I don't wanna make it with a near virgin. A virgin. Well I'd have some second thoughts about that. I wouldn't want to have to go through all this crap of breaking her in. Breakin' her cherry, goin' through all that. Oh, if she was good-lookin' enough, yeah, I guess I'd do it. Even though I've never fucked a virgin. But I'll tell ya. A near virgin. Like you. That's right up my alley, baby. Oh, yah. I didn't figure you for havin' too much experience, but you're such a pretty little thing that I knew somewhere along the line some guy would have had to score on you."
"You really think I'm pretty?"
"Of course you are. That's a damned fool question. Hell, yes, you're pretty. You're a damned good-looking young woman. I figure that you haven't been put through the wringer enough, though."
"How do you mean?"
"Oh, I don't think you've really had to put out. Like you yourself said, you haven't had all that much sex. Well, we're gonna change all that, baby. We're gonna change it all pretty damned fast, if you know what I mean."
"I do know what you mean," she winced.
"That's good. I like things right up front," he chuckled.
As she kept on staring at him, he walked over toward her. The petite brunette was wearing a light brown pantsuit.
"Come on and strip," he said, "and let's make it nice and fast."
Her whole body began to come unglued, trembling uncontrollably as she started to undress.
"And don't look like you're the last martyr in the world," Sam frowned. "What the hell. You're not the first broad that a guy asked to strip. You ain't a virgin. So just let's get right down to it, honey. I'm as horny as hell."
He watched as she finally removed her pantsuit. She stood before him, still trembling helplessly, clad in only her red bikini panties and matching brassiere.
"Oh, damned, what a fantastic-loo kin' little broad you are," he said. "And you asked me if I really thought you were pretty. Were you levelin' on that one?"
"Yes. I don't think of myself as pretty."
"Then you're a damned stupid little broad. I'll tell you that right up front. Hell, you've got lots goin' for you. You're bein' damned foolish if you so don't recognize it. So come on, climb out of your panties and bra. I wanna see all of you, baby."
As she began to remove her brassiere, the thoroughly aroused Sam unzipped his trousers and pulled out his hard, throbbing penis. As he slowly maneuvered it up and down the full length of his towering phallus, the beautiful young brunette began to tremble even more. Harriet was unnerved by the sudden presence of his hard, aroused cock.
"My, oh, my. Just go on about your business," Sam said, "and don't panic. All you're lookin' at is a nice stiff prick. As good-lookin' a little broad as you are, you oughta see plenty more of 'em in your time. Hell, yes. You oughta be fightin' 'em off. You didn't act like such a tremblin' little wallflower you'd have 'em runnin' after you. You're damned right you would."
After removing her brassiere, Sam let out a shrill whistle. Immediately he began to slide his fingers more rapidly than before up and down the full length of his hard, thoroughly aroused cock.
"Oh, damned, nice set of tits," he nodded. "I like their proportions, sweetheart. Okay, now off with your panties. I wanna see the rest of you. I wanna see you in your full glory. Oh, yeah, what a little woman you are. You just need to be brought out, that's all. You're actin' like a scared little girl and that ain't good. So we're gonna do somethin' about that. We're gonna get you so that you're all hot to trot, ready to fuck with a guy like me."
She glided her panties down her legs and off of her, and the moment that Sam got his first glimpse of her pussy, his heart began pounding almost uncontrollably. He loved the thick bush of black pubic hair and the vulnerably exposed pink trough that rested beneath it. Here was a young woman who absolutely drove him to the heights of ecstasy. The fact that she had not been around all that much served to trigger him all the more. As a matter-of-fact, he realized, that was probably the basic reason why he had picked her over the highly attractive and perhaps a little more sensuous redhead. The redhead looked like an obviously married type, while here was a young girl who was ripe to be plucked, and he felt that he was the man to do the plucking.
"Oh, damned, what a terrific little body you've got," he chuckled. "Okay, honey, I'm gonna get myself acquainted with it a little."
He moved swiftly over toward her, reaching out and grabbing her by the waist. As his strong arms encircled it, almost taking her breath away in the process, Sam shoved his chest against her breast. He then shot his pulsating red tongue forward, eagerly driving it inside her mouth. He totally overwhelmed her with his stiffly projecting red digit, which slapped time and again against the wet warmth of her tongue. The more rapidly that he pushed it against hers, the more helpless she felt. At first she tried to fight off his efforts, but soon realized the total futility of such a move. After all, Sam was a very strong man and she a smallish woman.
When Sam finally finished with his vigorous French kiss, he reached out and grabbed hold of her breasts. His fingers tweaked against her prickly nipple flesh, then ground against the firm warmth of her silky white boobs.
"Oh, damned, I feel like a baker playing with some dough," he laughed, "only this is a hell of a lot more fun. Oh, damned, baby, these might not be the biggest tits in the world, but they're perfectly formed. Yeah, just like two mountain peaks. Owweee, do I ever love pinching and playin' with 'em. It's really fun playin' with a nice set of tits."
His fingers kept pushing and probing, clutching against the warmth of her smooth globes. His fingers kneaded her flesh for several long minutes, after which he then released them from her breasts.
"Yeah, mighty fine stuff," he laughed. "Mighty fine indeed."
He then surprised her by totally removing his fingers from her breasts altogether and sitting down on top of the conference table. He reached out and let his fingers glide up and down against the warmth of his inflamed cock. When he released his fingers from his stiffly bloated prick, he pointed down toward it proudly.
"You like that prick, honey?" he asked grin-ningly.
The fearful brunette said nothing.
"You're gonna get acquainted with it," he winked. "Come on over here, baby. Come on and reach out. I want you to grab hold of my prick. Come on, you do what I tell you. Come on now. I can be a damned difficult guy if I'm not pleased. As a matter-of-fact, I can be an out-and-out son-of-a-bitch. I'll bet you could believe that, too. You don't want to see the son-of-a-bitch side of me, sweetheart. Oh, no, you'd rather have me a little more on the agreeable side. So reach out there. Grab hold of my stiff prick. I want you to really finger it. Come on, drive your fingers up and down. Let them sweep against my hot flesh."
Her fingers pushed forward, stiffly projecting against the firm warmth of his inflated pole. Up and down her fingers searingly glided against his tumid flesh. He reached out and grabbed hold of her scalp, clutching tightly, letting her know that he was firmly in charge and that she would have to do as he told her.
"Come on, up and down a little faster," he briskly encouraged. "I want those fingers sliding, really sliding. Work them up and down my hard rod. Oh, that's it. That's the way I like it, honey."
Despite the fact that she loathed this man, there was something exciting, she had to realize, about sliding her fingers up and down a man's stiff organ. With the young man that she had dated for so long, the one who'd shorn her of her virginity, he was always a rather cautious sort, just like herself, and as such Harriet felt safe around him. But here was a tremendously aggressive macho type, someone who was thoroughly determined to do his thing and make her perform in a way that he insisted upon.
"Come on, keep sliding your fingers," he gasped, "just work them up and down. Really pump them, baby. Oh, slide them against my prick. Ooohhh, really slide them."
Her fingers manipulated up and down the full length of his hard organ for a few more minutes.
After that he felt that it was time to move on to another step in the operation.
"Okay, honey, down on your knees," he grunted.
To make his point felt, he tugged sharply at her hair a few times, causing the helpless brunette to wince. Obediently she dropped down to her knees, where her head was roughly level with his cock.
"That's a great sucking position," he chuckled, easing off the edge of the conference table and assuming a standing position. "Come on, honey. Start sucking my balls. You're gonna suck me off. You're gonna swallow every drop of hot juice from my prick."
"Please, oh, please, don't force me to do that," she began to sob.
Salty tears of fear and frustration rolled down both sides of Harriet's face.
"Oh, please, don't do it," she repeated.
"Now there you go again," he snarled. "You're acting like the whining little kitten. Well, I ain't gonna take it. Listen, honey, I expect a girl to perform. I mean really perform. I'm not puttin' up with any of this silly crap. None of this crazy nonsense. We're gonna do our thing and that's gonna be it."
"But don't you understand. I've never done this before," she looked up at him through tearful, pleading eyes. "I've never performed like this with a man. Honestly. Never."
"You've never sucked cock?"
"No. I never did that."
"With practically any other woman as beautiful as you, I'd say that that was a damned lie. I'd say it right out. But you know, in your case I figure that maybe you're telling the truth. Just maybe you haven't. That's better yet."
"Oh, please, don't put me through anything like this."
"Hell, yes, that's better yet. You've never done it before and you're gonna get yourself a little bit of an education. Sure thing. Hey, that's a real feather in my cap. Like the first notch on a gun-fighter's belt. I'll be the first guy, the first cock you ever sucked. That makes me feel so good. Okay, honey, you're gonna get into it. You're gonna get yourself a free crash course in cock sucking. I'm gonna teach you just how it's done. The right way to please a man."
"Oh, please, no, anything but that," she sobbed. "Don't humiliate me. Don't do it to me."
"It ain't no humiliation," Sam snarled. "No humiliation at all. In fact, it's just the opposite. It's a damned honor. You're gonna get to suck my long, juicy cock. It's a damned good cock. It shoots all kinds of nice, hot juice. You're gonna learn to love the juice, too. You're gonna learn to love it all."
Her head dropped. Never in her entire life could Harriet remember feeling as frustrated and fearful as she did at this moment.
CHAPTER SIX
Through his total insistence, the lovely yet vulnerable Harriet was forced to do exactly what Sam requested.
As he held on tightly to her scalp, she eventually succumbed, sliding her tongue against his leathery testicles. At first it made her want to wretch.
"Come on, let's put a little more enthusiasm into it," Sam barked. "A little bit faster. Not too fast, but just a little quicker. You go too fast and that's bad. You wanna just maintain a nice steady rhythm. I'll tell you when you've reached it. So come on and suck, honey. Turn that tongue loose. Slide it against my balls."
Back and forth she reluctantly proceeded to grind her tongue against Sam's sweltering testicles. He could feel the wild waves of anticipation projecting through his entire body. Sam enjoyed the stirring movements that her tongue sent forth as it applied itself to the warmth of his scalding, thoroughly bloated balls.
"That's a little bit better," he nodded. "Okay, come on, start sucking a little slower now. Yeah, you've got the rhythm. Just keep it up. A little slower. Yeah, that's it. Just like that. Ohhhh, come on and suck me."
Sam's legs began quivering with developing anxiety as his lover kept on driving her tongue conscientiously against his testicles.
"OOOHHH, YOU WILD NUT SUCKER," he grunted. "COME ON, OOOHHH, JUST KEEP TONGUING ME. YES, OOOHHH, REALLY TONGUE MY BALLS. OOOHHH, TONGUE THEM. OH, I'M GONNA JUICE. OOOHHH, OHHHHH, YOU'RE GONNA GET THE JUICE OUT OF ME. OOOHHH, OHHHHH, WHAT FANTASTIC FUCKING. OOOHHH, SUCK MEEEEE!"
His fingers continued to clasp tightly against her scalp as the stunning brunette continued applying her tongue vigorously to his testicles. At least, she realized, she no longer felt the degree of revulsion that she had earlier! She had been able to acclimate herself to what was going on. Even though she hated Sam, she realized that he was an evil that she would have to tolerate. That is, unless she wanted to be killed. That hell-fire look of determination in his eyes indicated just one thing-that he was interested in obtaining the ultimate in sexual thrills and was not about to take no for an answer.
"Okay, now shift your action to my cock," he crisply ordered at one point. "Come on, suck my cock now and play with my balls. Just turn your fingers loose on my hot nuts. And while you're doing that you can suck my cock. Ohhh, I really wanna feel it. Feel that tongue of yours rnovin' up and down my prick. That warm, juicy prick. The same one that's gonna spill its hot juices into your mouth. It's really gonna explode. Explode inside your hot mouth. So come on, honey, and really do it."
Her tongue projected slowly at first, grinding its way around the tip of his electrified shaft.
"That's the way to do it," he nodded. "You can do it slow at first. Then let's ease into it. I'll tell you when to speed it up."
Eventually her tongue began to seek out the full length of his erect organ. At first it felt exceedingly strange to Harriet to be going down on a man's cock, but eventually she became accustomed enough to it to where she was developing a rhythm on her own, needing very little in the way of guidance from her lover.
"OHHHH, THAT'S REALLY DOING IIIIII-TTTTT," he sighed. "COME ON, OOOHHH, REALLY SUCK ME. COME ON, UP AND DOWN MY COCK, BABY. YES, OOOHHH, TURN THAT NICE TONGUE LOOSE. WHAT A BEAUTIFUL, JUICY TONGUE. AND TALKIN' ABOUT JUICE. OHHHH, I'VE GOT A GOOD LOAD STORED UP. I'M GONNA REALLY SPILL THE STUFF INSIDE YOUR MOUTH. COME ON, HONEY. OOOHHH, REALLY GO AFTER IT. GO AFTER THE HOT STUFF. SUCK ME, SUCK ME, SUCK MEEE."
Harriet's head bobbed up and down like a young girl at a Halloween party bobbing for apples. As her tongue continued to slide and twist, thrusting up and down the full length of Sam's cock, she began to think about just what would happen when the hot, spurtfng juices would shoot from his cock and into her mouth. She wondered if she would panic on that occasion. She was more than a little confused over her reactions to what was happening. At first she had practically wanted to throw up the moment that her tongue came into contact with Sam's testicles, but now, after thoroughly acclimating herself to the act at hand, she could not help but feel certain waves of ecstasy surge through her body. There was indeed something exciting about going down on a man's cock, of driving one's tongue up and down the long, throbbing length of his powerful organ en route to bringing about a climax.
"AAAHHH, I KNEW YOU COULD DO IT," he loudly encouraged. "OOOWWWEEE, YOU'RE SUCH A FANTASTIC COCK SUCKER. OOOHHH, OHHHH, SUCK MY HOT PRIIIICK. OHHHHH, REALLY DRIVE IT, BABY. YES, OOOHHH, SUCK IT OFF.
OOOHHH, AAAHHH, SUCK IT OFF. DARLING, OOOHHH, COME ON, HONEY, SUCK ME. YES, OOOHHH, REALLY SUCK MEEEE."
His fingers ran up and down her coal-black hair. She listened to the loud, frantic gasps that he emitted as she continued to grind her tongue steadfastly against his hard cock. Soon he had reached the point of no return, that at which the juice was about ready to spurt from the end of his solid organ. He could feel the quivering waves of frantic excitement in his testicles, that telltale itchiness that indicated a forthcoming orgasm.
"COME ON, OHHHH, KEEP THAT TONGUE WORKING," he sighed. "OOOHHH, OHHHH, SUCK ME. YES, OOOHHH, SUCK IT OFF. OOOHHH, SWEETHEART. OHHHH, SUCK MY HARD DICK. OOOHHH, AAAA-HHHH, ALL THAT JUICE. IT'S GONNA SPURT OUT OF THEEEERRE."
After thinking about what was about to occur, Sam decided that it was imperative to say something to Harriet about the act of orgasm. Since she had told him that his was the first cock she'd ever sucked, he wanted to make certain that the beautiful young woman did not panic when the avalanche of thick, white juice spurted from the end of his pecker.
"Honey, get ready for it," he sighed. "Now don't panic. At first you're gonna think that the stuff is gonna drown you. That's just a feeling you'll have for a second. Just give yourself some time. When the stuff really spurts, well, you're gonna swallow it. You're gonna learn to love it. The taste of it. Yes, honey. You're gonna really learn to like cock sucking. You'll go back and beg for it next time. You'll want it. You'll wanna do your share of cock sucking after this. I'm bringin' you out in the open, baby, right where you deserve to be. A beautiful girl like you deserves to be suckin' her share of cocks. So come on and don't panic. Damnit, don't spit the stuff out. Sometimes women do that, especially the first time they suck a guy. Don't panic over it. Just swallow it, stay with it, and don't spit it out."
Harriet was determined to heed Sam's warning. If there was one thing she did not want to do, it was to make him angry. She was aware of what the consequences of such a dire act could be. So she braced herself, preparing to receive the first few droplets of his thundering load. She caught several drops, some preliminary spurts of jissum, and as it spilled from the end of Sam's cock, he called out another warning to her.
"Okay, honey, that's just a little pre-cum," he told her. "Pretty soon I'm gonna be shooting. The stuff's just gonna spray. It's gonna spill out of there. Oh, yeah, it's gonna engulf your mouth. I've got lots of hot juice stored up inside there. So swallow it, honey. Get ready to swallow it. It won't be long now."
His buttocks twitched back and forth and he shoved his cock ever deeper into her throat. All the while her thick, red lips clasped tightly around his intruding member. Finally he could hold out no longer. His trembling fingers reached out and clutched tightly at her scalp as he heaved one last sigh.
"OOOHHH, OHHHH, THIS IS IIIIITTT," he grunted. "OHHHHH, AAAHHH, HERE IT GOES. YES, OOOHHH, THE STUFF'S SHOOTING. OOOHHH, OHHHH, HONEY. OOOHHH, STAY WITH IT, STAY WITH IT, STAY WITH IIIIITTT."
He watched ever so intently as the beautiful brunette choked at first. He watched some of the cum dribble out of the left side of her mouth and roll down her chin.
"Stay with it," he called out. "Don't panic. Come on, darling. Suck it. Come on, suck every drop. Ohhh, eat my hot prick juice. Do it, come on and do it."
He clasped his fingers more tightly than before against her scalp. After losing several drops, she was able to brace herself and go after his warm load.
With solid determination, Harriet's flipping tongue went to work, seeking to capture every drop of the emerging sperm that was spilling voluminously from the end of Sam's long, bloated cock.
Sam grinned with great delight, watching as the beautiful, petite, young Harriet sought to capture every drop of cock juice that spurted from his aroused organ.
He listened to the increasing loudness of the slurping sounds, and observed an expression of ever-mounting determination on her face. Here was a young woman who was determined to please her man in every way. It marked a significant improvement, Sam observed, from her earlier attitude. No longer was she afraid, and that made him feel better than anything.
"OOOHHH, HONEY, COME ON AND SUCK ALL OF IT OUT OF ME," he grunted. "OHHH, THAT'S IT. OOOHHH, OHHHH, THAT'S A GOOD FEELING. OHHHH, AAAHHH, AM I EVER TURNED OOOOOONNNNN."
She finally succeeded in swallowing the last few drops of his hot white cum, after which she released her tongue from his organ. He reached out and patted her affectionately on top of the head.
"You did what I'd consider an A-l, super job, honey," he complimented her.
"Really?"
"That's right. I'm not just sayin' this. I never would. Naw, if you'd done a lousy job, I would have told you."
"then you really think I did a thorough job?"
"Definitely."
"The big reason I was wondering was that this was the first time I've ever done it."
"I know. But that didn't in any way prevent you from enjoying success, baby. Hell, no. You did a beautiful job of it. I just loved the way that tongue of yours stroked. The way you worked it up and down my prick. Naw, you'll never be the same girl again."
"Why do you say that?"
"Because you're now loosened up. I'll bet you'd like to do this again. You'll be a completely different woman from now on."
"I don't know. It was just kind of weird. The whole thing felt really strange to me."
"Of course it did. You're really opening up for the first time in your life. Well, honey, you can put your clothes back on. We'll rejoin the others."
Harriet could not help but feel a certain measure of relief as she started to dress. She had been inhibited. She knew that she was still in danger as far as her life was concerned, but yet she had the weird, unexplainable feeling that somehow everything was eventually going to work out to her satisfaction. She would have scarcely believed it, but a tough, crude bank robber had pushed her out of her state of severe inhibition and into a new orbit of sexual excitement.
CHAPTER SEVEN
After Harriet finished dressing, Sam led her back into the center of the bank. A grin surfaced on Mike's face. "Well, you look satisfied, Sam," Mike observed.
"Yeah, I sure am," he said. "This little gal turned out all right after I smoothed over a few rough edges."
"I'm not surprised. She's a fine-lookin' little lady."
"Yes, indeed. She really is!"
At that moment their conversational reverie was interrupted by the loud ring of the telephone. Mike picked it up on the first ring.
"Yeah," he began.
"Sergeant Shannon here, Mike."
"Yes, I figured as much. What the hell's holding everything up?"
"It's this way, Mike. I've got to talk to the Chief of Police before I can agree to anything. That's the way it works. Right on down through the chain of command in something like this."
"So what the hell's wrong? Isn't he minding the store?"
"No, he's not. He was out at a luncheon, and after that he had a golf game."
"Oh, damned. Can't you interrupt his golf game?"
"Yes. We could interrupt that."
"Then why the hell don't you? I would think this matter would be of some importance to you."
"It is, Mike, it really is," Sergeant Shannon explained, "but let me finish. We tried to reach him over at the golf course where he was playing, but he left after just playing nine holes. Wanted to get back to the office. Apparently, though, he stopped along the way. He's expected back in a few minutes."
"What about his car radio?"
"Oh, he didn't take a police car. He drove in his own private vehicle."
"Oh, beautiful!"
"You see, something like this is so rare. He usually takes off for a little while this particular day every week. So we're just caught unaware. But you'll just have to wait it out. We'll be hearing from him very shortly, and when we do we'll get right back to you."
"It's just that my friend and I are gettin' a little damned impatient about this whole thing. Enough is enough."
"All I can say, Mike, is to sit tight. We're going to relay your request to the Chief."
"Okay, super. So you'll be in touch?"
"Definitely."
"Okay."
Mike hung up the telephone.
"Damned red tape," Mike shook his head. "Happens all the time."
"I don't mind the wait all that much, Mike," Sam said, staring now at Cathy Stone and grinning. "After all, we've got lots of beautiful scenery to look at."
"Yes, and we've actually been doing more than looking, haven't we?"
"You're damned right," Sam said.
Sam walked over toward Cathy Stone, seeking to get a better look at her. She was indeed a highly sensuous-appearing young woman. Older than the others, she had a certain look of experience in her eyes. Yet, all the same, there was a certain melancholy expression that Sam observed as well, and he did not think that it completely related to the ordeal of which she was a part at that moment.
As for Cathy, it made her feel uncomfortable to see this man gawking at her in such a lewd manner.
Every now and then Sam would lick his lips with lascivious desire, indicating the degree of passion that he felt for Cathy.
After staring at her firm bosoms for several moments, which pushed against the material of her white blouse, he then stared down at her bright red skirt, which was just slightly brighter than the red tone of her hair. He could not help but admire the lean sensuousness of her firm, sleek legs.
"Honey, you're quite a looker," Sam said. "You ever do any modeling or anything?"
"Yes. Back before I was married. What made you say that?"
"That terrific figure. And you're kind of a tall girl, aren't you?"
"I'm five-seven."
"Oh, damned. You really look real good."
Cathy turned her head away in disgust. She hated to be in the subservient position in which she had to endure these insults from this crude man. Anyone else and she would have delivered a slap to his face, but now she had to accept being treated like a whore without saying a word.
"I'll tell you something, honey," Sam said, moving even closer to her. "I could go for somebody like you. You're really a fine-lookin' lady."
"There's old Sam, taking every advantage of the situation," Mike chuckled. "Here he knows I've gotta stick pretty close to that phone. I'm gonna be hearin' from Sergeant Shannon any time now, probably, so I guess you figure you can take advantage of the situation. Right, Sam?"
"Now that you mention it, yeah, that ain't bad thinking," Sam chuckled. "But mainly I'm just interested in this yummy-lookin' woman. Doesn't she have beautiful hair, Mike?"
"She sure does," Mike smiled, taking a long, appraising look at Cathy Stone. "Not only that, but the rest of hers put together pretty damn well, too."
"Yeah, I've been figurin' the same thing."
With that Sam reached out and made a quick grab for the lovely redhead's thighs. His fingers squeezed them with great tightness, causing her to wince with pain.
"Oh, damned, you really are put together," Sam sighed in a husky tone. "You're beautiful, Cathy, you're downright beautiful."
Eventually Sam released his fingers from Cathy's thighs. He reached out and grabbed her by the hand.
"Come on, honey, we're gonna take ourselves a little walk," he said.
"Where are we going?" Cathy asked with alarm.
"Oh, to the conference room. Where your other two co-workers have gone. We're just gonna have a little discussion."
"I hope it's not gonna be anymore than a discussion," she looked at him fearfully. "After all, I am a married woman."
"You've also gotta remember something else, honey," he laughed. "My partner and I have got guns, and you know something, we know how to use them. You gotta remember that we're in charge right now. Marriage vows don't have one hell of a lot of meaning in a situation like this."
"You are a very crude man, aren't you?"
"I'm a blunt one," Sam laughed. "I know how to call a spade a spade. I can get a point across real fast. Just like Mike always says."
"Yes, I guess I've got to agree with you on that," she nodded sadly.
He led her down the hallway and into the conference room, closing the door behind him. The first thing that he did was to stick his gun in his coat pocket, conveying the same warning to her that he had to Harriet just a little while before.
"So I guess you know what'll happen if you make any kind of wrong move," he told her in conclusion.
"You don't have to tell me. I wasn't about to," Cathy Stone snapped.
"I'm gonna show you something, honey, something you're gonna get very well acquainted with," Sam laughed.
While Cathy watched, Sam reached down and promptly unzipped his trousers. Within moments his long, bulging cock had been pushed out of his trousers. He toyed with it, running his fingers up and down his stiff, searing tool.
"You see, I can go all day if I have to," Sam smiled proudly. "Your little friend, the one who came in here so damned scared, well, she left here a woman. And you know why?"
A disgusted Cathy Stone shook her head.
"I'll tell you why. Because she sucked my cock. And you know why she sucked it?"
"Because you commanded her, I guess," she said in a tone heavily laden with sarcasm.
"You're right, honey. I made her," he nodded, "but that's only part of the story. You see, after I made her, well, after that she loved doin' it on her own. She was wild for the idea. Downright wild for it. And could she ever suck cock once she put her mind to it. When she walked out of here she was a whole lot different person. She was more relaxed. I could tell it in an instant. You're kinda uptight, too, honey."
"Yes, and I wonder why," Cathy Stone stared at Sam with savage contempt. "I mean, I guess I oughta be calm under these circumstances, right? Here I've got a husband, two sons and a daughter, and I'm wondering if they're ever gonna see me again. I've got two brutes holding guns on me. I'm being held as a hostage. I'm no more than barter. I'm somebody who's being used as a chess piece and my whole life is hanging in the balance. Am I supposed to be calm and happy about all this?"
Sam paused reflectively before responding.
"Well, honey, I'd put it this way," Sam laughed. "In life you gotta just make the best of a situation. Sometimes they're tough, sometimes they're easy. Hell, usually they're tougher than they are easy, though. Remember, it ain't an easy situation for my partner and me, either. We don't know what's gonna happen with Sergeant Shannon. All we know is that we want to keep that money that your boss plucked out of that safe, get our share of the American dream, then get the hell out of here."
"Do you have to steal to realize the American dream?"
"Let's put it this way. Our luck wasn't really good comin' into this," he laughed. "Hell, if it would have been, you don't think we would have been robbin' a bank, do you?"
"No, but luck can change. Other people have misfortunes, too, but they don't go out and rob a bank."
"You've got a point, but maybe they don't have the balls that my partner and I do. We've got balls."
"That's a digusting macho way of looking at things," she snarled. "Could you please let me go now? We've talked long enough."
"You think I'm playin' with my prick because I wanted to talk to you?" he snapped. "Let's not be stupid, honey. Actually, you're a pretty clever woman. Too clever to try and pull off a line like that. Now just get off those clothes, baby, and let's be fast about it. I like your fire. They say that redheads sometimes have blistering tempers. Well, you've got one, and it doesn't turn me off. It turns me on. It means you'll be that much more fiery when it comes to fucking."
"Please. Could we forget about that?" she asked. "After all, like I told you, I am a married woman."
"And like I told you before, and I'm not gonna tell you again," Sam snapped bitterly, dramatically raising his voice, "I don't give a damn about your personal life. All I know is that you're a good-lookin' woman and I'll even bet you're really a fantastic piece of ass. That's where I'm comin' from, honey, and don't you forget it. So let's get into it, let's get into it right now. Get those clothes off. Get them off fast. I'm gettin' more impatient by the second. So is my cock. Right now my cock is ruling out over everything."
Cathy recognized from the level of bitter impatience that Sam was manifesting just how important it was for her to comply with his wishes. She therefore removed her blouse, then eased out of her skirt. Before long she was clad in nothing other than her white panties and matching brassiere.
"Come on, go the rest of the way," Sam exclaimed. "You look great, honey. Now I wanna see your pussy and your tits. And a nice set of tits you've got. I noticed that right from the beginning. Oh, yeah, you're an experienced woman. A real veteran of the fucking wars. You've even got three kids to prove it. I'll bet you've been banged and banged good in your life."
Cathy was so disgusted by the revolting manner in which Sam was talking to her that she felt like throwing up. But she knew that she could not cross him. Her bitter hatred of the man had caused her to take too many risks to that point. She had spoken very sarcastically to him, and now she felt extremely foolish for having done so. It could have cost her dearly.
She slowly removed her panties and bra, then stood in a state of uncertainty in front of the conference table. Sam walked over toward her, practically drooling as he stared at her ripe, firmly jutting breasts and sensuous legs.
He reached out and made a grab for the firmness of her breasts, pushing sharply with his fingers until she let out a painful gasp.
"Oh, honey, are you ever stacked," he sighed. "That's nice. Ohhh, do I ever love those tits. Those beautiful, magnificent tits. Ahhh, I'm gonna get really acquainted with you."
After pinching hard against her luscious breasts, Sam then eased off, allowing his fingers eventually to massage warmly at the resilient flesh.
The longer that he massaged, the more Cathy recognized that she was actually beginning to enjoy the movements of his strong, assertive fingers grinding against her silky smooth globes. She could hardly believe what was happening to her, but she really was enjoying it.
Then Cathy began to think back to what was happening to her marriage. It had been terrible as of late, particularly in the sex department. She was getting virtually no fulfillment at all from her husband, who would work hard during the week as a salesman, then come home and spend the weekends before the television set, sipping beer and watching sports.
She hadn't fully realized until this moment just how much it meant to her to have a man let her know just how much he appreciated her on a physical level. Yes, Sam was anything but perfect, and very much on the crude side. Yet, all the same, there was a daring bravado about him that could not help but excite her, particularly when his fingers would roam against her smooth, ripe breasts.
Finally Sam's fingers began to become intrigued by her taut nipples. He would reach out to caress them, then gently squeeze them, enjoying every quick, pulsating finger thrust that he sent in her direction.
As soon as he started pressing his fingers against her nipples, they dramatically hardened. The shrewdly appraising Sam knew immediately what that meant.
"Will you look at that," he chuckled. "Those breasts gettin' nice and hard. Just like-rocks. Oh, damned, honey. You're a horny woman. You're just about as horny as I am. You know, just because you're married don't mean you're gettin' any. Or enough, anyway. Tell me about it, honey. How much sex your old man givin' you?"
The remark cut the lovely redhead to the core. The loan officer began to tremble. It bothered her that Sam had been that perceptive.
"Let's not talk about that," she said. "It's bad enough that I'm caught up in an ordeal like this. I don't wanna talk about my personal life. Especially my sex life with my husband."
"Uh-huh, I can see I really cut home," Sam chuckled, continuing to squeeze her pebbly nipples. "I think I know why. I get the feeling that you haven't had that much lovin' lately. Oh, damned, your husband deserves a nice kick in the ass. Probably too busy goin' out and workin' his ass off to support you and the kids. Too busy to appreciate what he's got at home. Then he's probably chasin' fresh skirts. I know how it is with so many of these guys."
"Please, no more of that," she begged. "You're hurting me with all this talk."
"Okay, we'll get off your husband," Sam laughed. "All I'll say in parting is the guy's a damned fool, though, for not appreciating you. For not giving you a regular fucking like you need. Ahh, is this ever good. Do I ever love pushing my fingers against your nipples. And they're so hard, so damned hard. Can't remember when I felt a woman with harder nipples."
"You really mean that?" a startled Cathy replied.
"Sure do. Hell, you're about as horny as a woman can get. You're really excited, baby, and I like that. It shows one thing. That you're ready. That you're hot to trot, as the saying goes. Well, fine, because you've come to just the right guy. I can give you all you can handle, sweetheart. And that just ain't idle chatter, either. I'm gonna prove my point. Prove it to you good and fast."
He reached down and this time let his fingers glide against the warmth of her smooth ass cheeks. He loved the shapeliness of her white bottom cheeks, and as his fingers squeezed against the warm flesh, his heart began to palpitate. His passions were rapidly moving out of control as he felt nothing but waves of fervent desire for Cathy.
"You need it, you need it all right," he shrewdly appraised. "Okay, honey, you're gonna get it. You're really gonna get it from me!"
CHAPTER EIGHT
The determined Sam reached out and pushed his red-haired lover onto the conference table, which would serve the purpose of a bed.
After extending the redhead's shapely thighs, he reached down with his right hand, easing his fingers against her rust-colored cunt hairs.
"Oh, honey, are we ever gonna have fun," he chuckled. "I'm gonna get you so hot. Really turn you on! What a gorgeous redhead you are." At first his fingers manipulated exclusively against the warmth of her pubic hairs, but eventually he began to glide his fingers against the silky warmth of her velvety pink vagina. And as his fingers eased against the warmth of her nest, he felt the moisture immediately begin to surface. Here was a woman who was intensely excited, and her legs quivered with mounting sexual anticipation. He also heard the increasingly heavier sounds of her breathing as the moments elapsed.
Cathy recognized that she indeed was ready for a good screwing. It did not really matter that she hated everything this man stood for. His lifestyle and values were totally removed from her own, but yet he did have one quality that she could not help but admire, that of an uninhibited sexuality. She only wished that her husband could at least on occasion be more like this bank robber was at this moment in time, as he let his finers grind and glide inside of the warmth of her vagina. The moistness continued to arise in her pussy as he pushed her that much nearer to the state of a wild climax.
"OOOHHH, THAT FEELS GOOOODDDD," she grunted. "OHHH, THAT'S NICE. OHHH, YOU'RE RIGHT. OOOHHH, I HAVEN'T BEEN GETTING ENOUGH. OHHH, THAT'S WHAT HURT ME. IT HURT ME HEARING YOU SAY IT. BECAUSE IT'S TRUE. SO KEEP IT UP, DARLING. YES, OOOHHH, I CAN'T GET ENOUGH OF IT. OOOHHH, COME ON, GRIND YOUR FINGERS. WORK THEM INSIDE MY PUSSY. OOOHHH, OHHHH, I LOVE IIIIIITTT."
Seeking to excite her even more, Sam reached out and scraped with his right index finger against her throbbing clitoris, causing her body to vibrate and twist, her buttocks sliding back and forth on top of the conference table.
"OOOHHH, OHHHHH, THAT'S TOO MUUUUUUCH," she exclaimed. "OHHHH, OHHHHH, KEEP IT UP. OOOHHH, COME ON AND FINGER MY NEST. OOOHHH, AAA-HHH, THAT'S SO NICE. OOOHHH, OHHHH, FINGER MEEEEEEE."
He continued to glide his fingers warmly against the soggy surface of her vagina until he eventually removed them. At that point he had another surprise in store for the sensuous redhead.
The horny bank robber slid his head up between the outstretched thighs of the beautiful redhead. He reached out, letting his tongue gently stroke against her left thigh. His tongue moved slowly but methodically, and as it did she felt increasing waves of passion vibrating through her whole body. She loved the manner in which he tantalized her with his teasing strokes against her left inner thigh.
"OOOHHH, THAT FEELS WONDER-FUUUUL," she grunted. "OHHHH, YOU'RE SO RIGHT. OHHHH, DARLING. I NEED IT SO MUCH. YES, OHHHH, I NEED IT. I NEED THIS PASSIONATE ACTION. KEEP IT UP. YES, OHHHH, REALLY KEEP IT UP. OOOHHH, TURN ME ON. TURN ME ON WITH YOUR HOT TONGUE, DARLING. KEEP IT SCRAPING. LET IT DRIVE. OHHH, AAAHHH, HOW I WANT IIIIITTT."
His tongue began stroking her more quickly than before, gliding up and down the length of her thigh, then scraping against her ankle. After he had thoroughly bathed her left thigh in his saliva, he switched the action over to her right thigh, letting his stiff, red, lingual digit probe warmly against the magnificent white flesh.
"OOOHHH, OHHHH, MY PUSSY'S GETTING SO HOOOOOTTT," she told him. "OHHHH, LOVER. OOHHHHHH, YOU'RE GONNA HAVE TO TONGUE MY PUSSY. OHHHH, YOU'RE GONNA HAVE TO GET ME OFF. OOOHHH, OHHHHH, I NEED IT SO MUUUUUCH. OOOHHH, AAAHHHH, SUCK MEEEEEE. OOOOOWWWWW, OHHHHHHH, REALLY SUCK MEEEEEE!"
His tongue lashed against her right thigh for several intense seconds. As he withdrew his tongue from her leg, he stared down at her thoroughly aroused body, which twisted back and forth with wild, unencumbered desire.
Sam's fingers reached down and caressed the warmth of her smooth ass cheeks. He pushed his tongue forward, taking her by surprise as he ground it inside her asshole. He teased her with his slow, exploratory strokes, and the ass licking brought her to a state of wild, impassioned desire.
"OOOHHH, OHHHHH, WHAT A TONGUE," she exclaimed. "OHHHH, MY DARLING. OOOHHH, KEEP THAT HOT TONGUE DRIVING. OOOHHH, SLIDE IT INSIDE ME. OHHHHH, OOOHHH, SLIDE IT INSIDE MY ASSHOLE. OHHHHH, TONGUE MY ASS. OOOHHH, HONEY, AAAHHHH, MY HUSBAND HASN'T DONE THAT TO ME IN YEARS. OOOHHH, OHHHHHH, I HAVEN'T HAD IT THAT MUCH. BUT IT FEELS GOOOOOD, SO GREEEAAATTT. OOOHHH, OHHHHH, JUST TONGUE ME. OOOHHH, DRIVE THAT HOT TONGUE INSIDE MEEEEE. OHHHHH, TONGUE MY ASSHOLE. REALLY TONGUE IIIIITTT."
His tongue strokes began to increase in intensity and speed. Back and forth his swirling tongue manipulating as he ground it inside the warmth of her asshole. All the while her hips and buttocks swung pendulously, manipulating back and forth as he kept on projecting his stiff, red tongue into the searing depths of her anus, driving it into her rectum as she heaved sigh upon sigh.
"OOOHHH, OHHHH, KEEP THAT TONGUE MOVING," she exclaimed. "OOOHHH, OHHHH, I LOVE YOUR TONGUE. OOOHHH, I LOVE THE WAY YOU'RE PUSHING IT. OHHHH, KEEP PUSHING IT REAL NIIICE. OOOHHH, OHHHH, TONGUE ME. YES, OOHHH, TONGUE MY HOT ASS, DARLING. OOOHHH, OHHHHH, YOU'RE REALLY TONGUING ME. OOOHHH, WHAT ASS LICKING. WHAT FANTASTIC ASS LICKIII-ING."
The more she begged, the faster his swirling tongue glided as he worked it into the searing depths of her tight asshole. As he rapidly ass sucked her, his fingers glided up and down her trembling thighs, and all the while she felt electrifying currents from head to toe. Now she was finally being brought out of her state of boredom. Even if it was taking a criminal to do it, she was now receiving sexual fulfillment.
"OOOHHH, OHHHH, WHAT AN ASS LICKER," she panted. "OOOHHHH, MY DARLING. KEEP THAT HOT TONGUE DRIVING. YES, OOOHHH, LET IT STAB. LET IT GRIND INSIDE MY ASSHOLE. OOOHHH, OHHHH, I CAN'T GET ENOUGH, I CAN'T GET ENOUGH OF YOUR TONGUE. I CANT GET ENOUGH OF THE WAY IT'S SUCKII-ING. OOOHHH, OHHHH, SUCK MEEEE."
His rapidly twisting tongue ground into the inner depths of her anal passage a few more times. After that he released his tongue from her asshole.
"Okay, honey, now I'm gonna really turn you on," he grinned. "I've got you all ready, now I'm gonna tongue your pussy. You're gonna enjoy it. You're gonna love it when I shove my tongue inside your slit."
"Oh, I can't believe how good all this feels," she said. "It feels just wonderful."
"You bet it does. And we're gonna just keep it up. Keep it up until you juice. Until those hot pussy juices explode in my mouth. I want it as bad as you do, honey. I can see how bad you need it. That's why I'm, so eager to give it to you."
"Yes, ooohhh, I know you can do a great job," she said. "You've already done it. You did it when you sucked my ass. Now you're gonna suck my pussy. Oh, it thrills me to think of it. You just about brought me off fingering me earlier."
"I know I did. But I wanted to save that big orgasm for when my tongue was stuck up your cunt. Now you're really gonna enjoy it."
"Oh, I believe you."
CHAPTER NINE
Sam's tongue was primed now for the big effort.
He stared down at the pink, moist flanges of his lover's delicious pussy. He could see that he had been a fortunate man indeed to run into two beautiful but contrasting types of women, first the scared, petite little girl who had never been subjected to anything quite as erotic as a cock suck before. Now after having satisfied the lovely young Harriet, Sam was looking forward to confronting another challenge, that of supremely satisfying a beautiful married woman who had been in the unfortunate situation of not receiving enough in the way of sexual satisfaction from her husband.
He reached down with both hands, letting his fingers glide along the slightly twisting warmth of her swaying buttocks. As he held on, he kept on staring at the juicy folds of her pink cuntal flesh. His eyes then took in the gnarled, sparkling curls of her dampened pubic nest.
His tongue surged forward, making its first intimate contact with the wet warmth of her thoroughly inflamed vagina.
Cathy had not realized until that moment just how eager she had been to break loose, to enjoy sex to the fullest. Now she had that opportunity, and the rapid-fire, twisting tongue thrust eagerly inside her flaming slit was satisfying her to the fullest.
She eased her nakedly splayed thighs apart, then hunched her beautiful buttocks up to have her crotch meet the quick, lightning thrusts of Sam's thrusting tongue.
Both Sam and Cathy would have preferred the operation to proceed a little more slowly, but in that the two of them were so thoroughly aroused at that moment, there was no holding them back. His blazing tongue kept on grinding, working its way inside the searingly moist pit of her aroused cuntal meat.
"OOOHHH, MY DARLIIIIING," she loudly declared. "OOOHHH, HONEY. COME ON, SAM. OOOHHH, SUCK MY SLIT. YES, OOOHHH, SUCK MY JUICY PUSSY. PUT OUT THE FIRE, OOOHHH, PUT OUT THAT RAGING FIRE BETWEEN MY LEGS."
He reached out and let his fingers methodically stroke the warmth of her thighs as he kept on grinding his tongue deep inside her pulsating vagina. The quicker that his probing tongue twisted and slid as he ground it inside her wet, succulent feminine cavern, the closer that he pushed her to a pulsating climax.
Eagerly he kept up his vigorous pursuit of her mound, listening to his own self-generated suctioning sounds. The deeper that he plunged his steaming tongue inside her searing nest, the closer that she was pushed to the inevitable moment when the juices would explode from her gushing organ.
His fingers continued colliding with her silky smooth thighs as his tongue lashed back and forth. Every now and then he would let his tongue gently scrape against her clitoris, which caused the horny red-haired woman to almost jump out of her skin.
She couldn't help but occasionally think about her husband, and how disappointing he had been for so long as far as sex was concerned. She could hardly be blamed, therefore, for enjoying this red-hot man to the extent that she did, even if he was a criminal.
"OOOHHHH, HONEY, OHHHHH, KEEP YOUR GLIDING TONGUE MOVING," she exclaimed. "OOOHHHH, KEEP DRIVING IT. OHHHH, HOW I WANT THAT ACTION. HOW I WANT YOUR TWISTING TONGUE. SLIDE IT UP MY CUNT, MY DARLING. YES, OOOHHH, YOU'VE GOT TO DO IT TO ME. OOOHHH, OHHHH, YOU'VE JUST GOT TO GET ME OOOOOFFFFF."
His stirring tongue continued making rapid-fire contact with her sweltering nest. She could hardly believe that she was having this happening to her. That this hold-up man was going down on her pussy, the same man who had taken her captive. But ruthless or not, she had to admit that he had a way with sex, particularly the manner in which his twisting tongue glided as he manipulated it into the searing, impassioned depths of her hot triangle.
"OHHHHH, OOOHHH, THE JUICES ARE GONNA SHOOOOOOTTT," she exclaimed hotly. "COME ON, LOVER. OOOHHH, OHHHHH, SUCK ME. COME ON, KEEP YOUR TONGUE PLUNGING INSIDE MY PUSSY. OOOHHH, I NEED THIS SO MUCH. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, SUCK ME. OOOHHH, WHAT A BEAUTIFUL TONGUE. KEEP DRIVING IT. KEEP SLIDING IT INSIDE MY SLIT. AAAHHH, OHHHH, I'VE GOT TO SHOOT. YES, OOOHHHH, I'VE GOT TO SHOOOOOT."
Her hips and buttocks swayed rhythmically and a misty sheen of perspiration surfaced on her smooth, trim body. The faster that his swirling tongue glided inside her pussy, the more impatient that he was to collect every drop of her splattering juices.
By then the hotly assertive Sam realized that he had pushed his lover into the final stages of the act. His tantalizing tongue eased against her clitoris several times, and finally he pushed her to the state of a glorious climax.
"OOOHHH, OHHHHH, I'VE GOT TO JUUUUUICE," she declared. "OOOHHH, HONEY. COME ON AND SWALLOW THE STUUUUUFFFFF. OOOHHHH, OHHHHHH, AAAHHHHH. YES, OOOHHHH, REALLY DO IIIIIITTT."
His highly stimulating tongue ground into the depths of her exploding organ, eagerly swallowing the drops of juice that spilled inside his mouth.
"OHHHHH, CATCH EVERY DROOOOPP," she sighed. "OHHHHH, OOOHHH, EVERY DROP OF MY HOT STUFF. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, DO IT. YES, OHHHHH, DO IT TO MEEEEEE."
His plunging tongue swallowed the final few drops of pussy fluid from her cunt, after which he then withdrew it.
By then he knew unmistakably just what he was going to do next. Sam reached down and hungrily stroked his cock several times, removing his fingers from it.
He stared down at the enticing target of her asshole. He reached down and dipped his fingers inside the beautiful redhead's pussy. Upon removing some juice, he slid it up between her legs and into her asshole.
"What are you doingV she demanded.
"Just getting you ready, honey," Sam winked.
With that he reached out and made a grab for her trim thighs, throwing her legs over his shoulders, then preparing to launch into some vigorous cock action.
The thoroughly aroused Sam heaved a deep sigh, then pushed his prodding member forward, letting it slip its way inside the tightness of his lover's asshole. She had been totally taken by surprise, never dreaming that Sam would push himself to these depraved lengths.
"OOOHHH, YOU'RE KILLING MEEEEEEE," she grunted. "STOP IT, OOOHHH, PLEASE STOP IT. I'VE NEVER HAD IT THIS WAY BEFORE. NOBODY'S EVER STUCK A COCK IN MY ASSHOLE BEFORE. SO STOP IT, OHHHH, DON'T DO IT TO ME ANYMORE. OH, NO, NO, PLEASE STOP. DON'T HURT ME. OHHHH, YOU'RE HURTING MY ASS. YOU'RE REALLY STINGING IT WITH YOUR HARD COCK."
"Don't worry about a thing, honey," he grunted. "You're long overdue for something like this. It's a damned shame that that husband of yours has been acting like such a complete idiot. He just hasn't been giving you what you need. Well, I'm gonna be different, damned different. I'm gonna really have some fun with you. So just get that gorgeous ass of yours ready, darling, aaahhh, how nice. What a nice butt."
He withdrew his cock from her asshole following his first thrust, after which he then prepared for his second intrusion inside her hot asshole. He heaved a deep gasp, then thrust his surging, penis forward, once again letting it land inside her vulnerably exposed anus.
This time his movement was crisper and deeper than its predecessor, and as he slammed his organ back and forth this time, grinding it hotly inside her anal passage, she heaved a loud sigh. Back and forth his thundering cock continued to grind, pumping and pushing as it worked its way into the tight grip of her rubbery rectum.
"OOOHHH, OHHHHH, WHAT AN ASS YOU'VE GOT," he exclaimed. "OOOHHH, THAT WILDLY TWISTING BUTT. OOOHHH, I LOVE IT. OHHHH, MY COCK'S STABBIN' THE HELL OUT OF YOU. STABBIN' THE HELL OUT OF YOUR ASSHOLE. OOOHHH, OWWWWWW, CATHY BABY. NOW YOU'RE REALLY GIVIN' A FUCK. SOMETHING DIFFERENT THAN WITH YOUR HUSBAND."
By then Cathy was totally riddled with pain. Her head spun as she was sharply inundated by the piercing sensation in her ashole, that of his steadily intruding cock, which kept on driving unimpededly back and forth, stabbing into the very depths of her rectum.
Salty tears of pain and desperation rolled down both sides of her face, streaking and bathing it. She began to sob, after which she then heaved loud, desperate gasps and shrieking cries.
"OOOHHH, STOP, YOU'RE BEING A BASTARD," she grunted. "OHHHH, STOP PUMMELING ME. OOOHHH, YOU'RE HURTING ME WITH YOUR COCK. OHHHHH, I DIDN'T REALIZE YOU'D WANT TO DO THAT TO ME. OOOHHH, IT HURTS SO MUCH. OHHHH, IT HURTS SO VERY MUCH. PLEASE, OHHHH, PLEASE, JUST LEAVE ME ALONE. DON'T FUCK MY ASS ANYMORE. OHHHH, THE PAIN IS SO TERRIBLE. OOOHHH, IT'S SO AWFUL. LET ME GO, PLEASE, LET ME GOOOOOOO."
"Fat chance," he chuckled. "I'm having too much fun grinding my stiff prick inside your asshole. Ohhh, it's so good, feels so nice. Ohhh, just grinding my cock inside your ass. Ahhh, how nice. The juices are gonna shoot out of me. But first I'm gonna have the time of my life. What a nice ass, what a gorgeous ass. This is so good, ohhhh, so very gooood."
His thudding testicles continued to collide with the warmth of her writhing ass cheeks. The harder that he pummeled her, the deeper and more savagely that his penis intruded, now grinding all the way into her sphincter. Back and forth he kept up his hot, thrusting stabs, propelling his penis forward as it plunged inside her asshole.
"OOOHHH, THAT'S SO GOOOOOODD," he grunted. "OHHHHH, COME ON, KEEP TWISTING THAT BUTT. THAT HOT BUTT. OOOHHH, OHHHHH, WHAT SCREWING."
"AAAHHH, YOU'RE AWFUL, YOU BRUTE," she shrieked. "OHHHH, YOU'RE KILLING ME. YOUR HARD COCK IS KILLING ME. OH, PLEASE. NO MORE. NO MORE. LET ME GO. OOOHHH, PLEASE, PLEASE LET ME GOOOOOO!"
Sam grinned as he continued to lunge with his solid, assertive dagger into the depths of her tightly clasping asshole. He knew that it would not be long before she would, in place of feeling terrible desperation, would actually begin enjoying the dramatic and dynamic thrusts of his penis as it glided its way into the depths of her rectum.
A few moments passed in virtual silence. Nothing was heard other than the hot, gasping sounds of Sam as he kept on pummeling his lover with impunity, driving his stiff, dagger-like organ into her asshole.
After awhile, however, he noticed that her body, which had been tight in the beginning, was now loosening up. Her legs were beginning to instinctively kick back and forth and her buttocks were rhythmically swaying.
"I have a hunch you're not hating it as much now," he laughed. "You passed the first phase, honey. Now it's gonna be all pleasure. Nothing but fun."
"OOOHHH, IT IS FEELING GOOOOODD," she sighed. "OHHHH, IT DOES. OOOHHHH, JUST KEEP ON FUCKING ME. I CAN'T BELIEVE WHAT'S GETTING INTO ME. BUT YES, OHHHHH, YES. IT DOES FEEL GREAT. FUCK ME. OHHHHHH, REALLY FUCK MEEEEEE."
He smiled broadly, enjoying the fact that once again he was correct in his analysis. Cathy Stone was a woman badly in need of sexual stimulation, and now she was entering a new phase of her life, receiving sensations that she never dreamed would come her way. His hotly plunging cock kept on driving into the tight inner depths of her rectum as he found himself pushing inexorably toward the moment of slimax. He could feel the wild waves of anticipation in his cock and balls as he kept surging forward, driving his blistering cock back and forth, propelling himself eagerly that much closer to the state of climax.
Finally the rugged hold-up man could hold out no longer. He reached out and let his fingers push crisply against the rhythmically twisting ass cheeks of his lover. He hammered her with everyting that he had, grinding back and forth, letting his cock surge with great delight.
After a few more jolting stabs inside her tight anus, he could not hold back the juices any longer. As his fingers squeezed her buttocks and she begged him for more and more, the first few drops of thick, white liquid began to spurt from the end of his organ.
"OOOHHH, OHHHHH, I CAN'T TAKE ANYMORE," he told her. "OHHHHH, JUST KEEP WIGGLING THAT HOT REAR, HONEY. OH, DAMNED, WHAT A FANTASTIC ASS YOU'VE GOT. IT'S SUCH A BEAUTIFUL ASS. OHHH, AAAHHHH, I JUST LOVE FUCKING IT. OOOHHH, I LOVE PLUNGING MY HARD DICK INSIDE YOU. OOOHHH, OHHHHH, THIS DOES FEEL GOOOOOOODDD."
"OHHHH, THEN KEEP FUCKING MEEEE," she exclaimed. "YES, IT MIGHT STING, BUT, OHHHH, AAAHHH, I LOVE IT, REALLY LOVE IT. OHHHH, KEEP ON FUCKING. KEEP ON DRIVING YOUR PRICK. DRIVE IT INTO ME. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, SCREW ME. YES, REALLY SCREW MEEEEEEE."
His hotly hammering cock continued to explode its thick, white juice, which spurted into his lover's asshole. His breath became shorter and louder. It came in a series of puffy gasps as the final few drops of his exploding sperm gushed from the end of his solid man meat. After that he released his prick from his lover's asshole.
"That I really loved," he said, "and so did you. You didn't know how badly you needed it until you got it. Am I right?"
"I never thought you'd be right on that point, but, yes, I guess you are," she said. "I'm still a little confused by it all."
"Why is that?"
"Well, I mean, with so much happening so fast."
"Yeah, I can kind of see your point. This isn't an easy adjustment to make."
"I'll tell you. I was beginning to wonder when I'd get fucked next. If ever. My husband just comes home at night, watches the news, has a beer after dinner and just dozes off. Then on weekends it's watching sporting events, drinking some beer, and going to bed at night too tired to do anything. Now I'm feeling so much better. You were right. I thought you were trying to kill me when you shoved your hot prick up my asshole, but I found out I could take it after all."
"I knew that you could," he said with complete confidence. "Even if you didn't believe me in the beginning."
"I guess you can see why I didn't," she told him. "The whole thing was kind of hard for me to adjust to. First of all, well, having sex under these circumstances. Then getting my ass drilled with your hard cock."
"Yes, but the whole thing was worthwhile, wasn't it?"
"It certainly was," she nodded.
"Well, if you put your clothes back on, honey, we'll go back and rejoin the others," he told her.
"You really seemed turned on by me. Was I that appealing?"
"Listen, you're a fantastic woman. What an ass you've got. The rest of you is pretty good, too. You're put together magnificently."
"You really think so?" she smiled brightly.
"You bet. You'd make any man a terrific fuck."
"You know, I would have thought that a crude remark before I walked in this room," she laughed. "Now I think of it as a compliment."
"You ought to because that's exactly what it is," he declared.
CHAPTER TEN
During the tense minutes that passed as Mike and Sam waited restlessly for word from Sergeant Shannon, they began to kiddingly converse with the girls.
Sam felt extra good about the fact that he had scored so beautifully, and even though he was satisfied enough to where he did not need to get his rocks off any time soon, just staring at three such beautiful young women caused him to think endlessly of sex.
"You know, Mike, I was thinking of what might be nice while we're waiting to hear from that damned Shannon," Sam said.
"What have you got in mind?" Mike asked.
"I mean, it's so damned boring trying to pass the time."
"I'll go along with you there. But like I said, what have you got in mind?"
"You know, one of the best times I ever had was one night at a whorehouse. It was while I was in the service."
"You were in the service?" Mike asked with surprise.
"That's right."
"I can't imagine any branch of the military wanting you" Mike laughed.
"You're no prize either, my friend," Sam chuckled.
"No, but at least I had the good sense not to join."
"Hell, they were after me," Sam laughed. "I was considered pretty choice property."
"Who grabbed you off, the WACS?" Mike asked teasingly.
"I'll tell you something. I sure would have loved being in the WACS a lot more than being in the Marines."
"You were in the Marines?"
"Yeah. I sure as hell would have loved the WACS a lot more, though. They would have loved it, too."
"Every one of them that had looks and a body would have gotten dicked. That's for sure. With horny you around."
"Oh, yeah, you'd better believe it," Sam said. "That's why I sure as hell would have loved the WACS. I would have loved being in a nice barracks. Taking turns banging a different one every night. Hell, it makes me horny all over again just thinking about it."
"But getting back to what you were talking about. What did you do in that whorehouse that night?"
While the men conversed, the girl's looked at each other nervously. They hated the fact that these two men were engaging in such crude, bar-level conversation. None of the three relatively reserved girls, who worked in the somewhat dignified atmosphere of the bank, were accustomed to hearing such language.
"I'll tell you what I saw," Sam said. "It was sure as hell a big thrill. First I found this cute little honey. Little blonde gal. Well, she gave me a fantastic blow job. Then when that was finished, I figured it would be nice to watch an exhibition."
"An exhibition, huh?" Mike's ears perked up. "What kind of an exhibition did you see?"
"Oh, that was a real nice one."
"Okay, come on, don't hold out on me. Let's not extend the suspense, Sam, buddy. So what the hell kind of an exhibition did you see?"
"Well, first there was this black gal. Kind of a chocolate-colored chick. Gorgeous. I mean, she had an ass that wouldn't quit, Mike. Fantastic tits, too. Big. Nicely shaped. She had it all. Nice-lookin' face, too. A real sexy look. I mean, all she had to do was just fasten those dark eyes on you and your old cock would get hard."
"Yeah, I can believe that. I fucked some black girl just once. Took one hell of a risk. Did it in the deep South."
"Yeah, that can be pretty risky stuff," Sam said. "But it was worth it, huh?"
"You'd better believe it. She was one hell of a wild woman. Good natural sex rhythm. First I fucked her pussy, then I rammed my hard dick up her asshole. That was an experience. A beautiful experience."
"I'll bet," Sam laughed. "Well, anyway, there was this black girl. Nice and tall. Then there was this short, kind of petite gal with brown hair. A real cute chick. A little younger than the black gal. I'd say the black girl was late twenties, early thirties. This other girl was maybe like early twenties. So they made quite a team. Quite a fantastic team, in fact."
"Oh, I see. That inventive mind of yours went to work. So what happened? You got the two of them to pair off and screw?"
"You bet I did. They said that it would cost more for an exhibition like that. So I got together with some of my Marine buddies. I mean, we all dug into our pockets."
"And came up with enough to satisfy them?"
"You bet. Then they went to it. Oh, damned, did they ever screw."
"What all did they do?" Mike asked.
The girls once again stared at each other with disgust. They hated this level of conversation, but were powerless to do anything about it. They knew better than to even so much as speak one word of opposition to anything that the men discussed.
"Well, they started off with a wild sixty-nine," Sam laughed, his eyes twinkling nostalgically. "And was that ever a sixty-nine to remember. They got right down to it, positioned their bodies across from each other, and really tore into each other's cunt. Those tongues just drove like wild fire. Back and forth they kept sliding. Back and forth. What a fantastic screw they had. Those tongues kept on pushing inside their twats until they both shot. And we watched them swallow every drop of juice. Then the black gal got out a dildo. She did a good job fucking the other gal's pussy. Then the brown-haired girl turned the tables on the black gal. She gave her a good dildo screwing. Yeah, that was really fucking. That was the one and only time I ever saw two broads makin' it.
"I'll bet that was enjoyable," Mike said.
"You ever seen anything like that?"
"Naw, I'm sorry to say I never have," Mike sighed. "One of these days, though, that's what I'll do. I'll go to one of these whorehouses where they've got just about everything. Where you've got a choice. You can see anything you want. I'd give anything to see two nice nice-lookin' broads really go after each other. Oh, damned, my old cock's getting hard just thinkin' about it."
"You know, maybe we could just get something like that together right now," Sam said. "You see, Mike, that's what I was thinkin' about in the first place."
"What. With these girls?" , "Why not? All three of 'em are beautiful. So we'll get them to pair off. Then the odd gal will come on in. One of the others can rest. I'd really love to see these three girls go to town on each other."
"I don't know, Sam, if it would work out. I don't know if these girls would go for that type of thing."
"Do you really think they've got any choice?" Sam asked, raising his voice dramatically. "As long as we've got these little weapons trained on 'em. Can they really do anything about it? Hell, no, they can't. They can fuck, suck and they'll do any damn thing. If they wanna hang onto their lives, they will. So how about it? How about encouraging them to take off their clothes right here. Just roll around on the rug over there. I'd love to watch them."
"This sounds mighty damned tempting," Mike said. "What the hell. I guess it won't hurt anything. It'll pass the time, like you said. Not only that, but I've never seen two broads make it before. That really would be a thrill."
"Of course it would," Sam nodded emphatically. "So how about it, girls, would you like that?"
"No!" they said, practically together.
"Oh, come on now," Sam said. "You disappoint me. You're all beautiful women. All three of you have got beautiful bodies. You ought to just put them to work giving each other pleasure. Hell, you'll enjoy it, once you get right down to it. It might take a little doing, but you'll loosen up.
Besides, Mike and I are expectin' it. We can be either real nice or bastards, depending on how you girls react. Now come on, we want you to get into it."
"Oh, please, haven't we done enough already?" Harriet began to sob. The youngest of the three women was beginning to react in a highly unfavorable manner. She was becoming increasingly more nervous and fearful as each minute passed.
"Come on now, come on now," Sam exclaimed. "Now, Harriet, you're acting like a damned kid. You don't have to get so shook up. Just relax. Everything's gonna be fine, honey. You don't need to get so upset about anything. So you're gonna fuck with somebody else. With a woman. Haven't you ever done it before?"
"Oh, no, I've never done anything like that," she shook her head emphatically. "I've never wanted to. I think it's sick, perverted."
"Oh, come on," Sam said. "Don't be so damned stupid. Don't be such a prude, fell me something. Have any one of you girls ever done it that way before? With three such beautiful young women, I'll bet that at least one of you have made it that way. Come on now. Don't be bashful. Don't be afraid to tell me."
Sam paused momentarily, his eyes passing from one girl to the other. Finally they froze on the oldest of the three women, the lovely red-haired Cathy Stone.
"Say, Cathy baby, have you ever done it that way?" Sam asked.
With inquiring eyes, he stared at her fixedly. She turned her head away from him, deliberately avoiding his stare.
"I asked you a question, baby," Sam said.
"He asked you a question," Mike said. "What about it, Cathy sweetheart? Have you ever made it with another woman? That's an easy enough question to answer. Yes or no. It doesn't take a genius to figure that one out."
"Do I have to talk about anything like that?" Cathy asked, looking up at Sam with disgust. "I mean, if there's one thing that I consider really disgusting, it's talking about one's past sex life."
"Is there anything to get uptight about?" Sam asked.
"All I wanted to know is if you'd made it with another woman before. That's a simple enough question, like I said before. You're being damned silly. Awfully damned silly."
"Maybe so. It's just that I've always been a member of the don't-kiss-and-tell school."
"Okay, that's all right for general purposes," Mike said, "but among friends, why not just let your guard down a little? Come on and tell us. Have you made it with another woman before?"
"Yes," she said in a hushed tone.
Immediately both Nancy and Harriet flashed her looks of great surprise. Never would they have conceived of the sedate, lovely red-haired loan officer, someone they admired greatly, as having had sex at one time with a woman.
"So, now we're getting somewhere," Mike laughed. "You know, Sam, I had a hunch that she had. That's why she got so damned embarrassed when you asked her.
"I figured she'd made it with another woman before," Sam said.
"What gave you that hunch?"
"Well, you see, she's the oldest one of the three. She just had kind of a way about her. The manner of somebody who'd been around."
"For a guy who can be dumb enough in a lot of respects, Sam, you can be downright shrewd on some occasions."
"Thank you, Mike. I appreciate that. I need all the fans I can get. At any rate, honey, I want you to tell us some more about your lovemaking. Who were you makin' out with and when?"
"Look, I've admitted I've done it before," Cathy said. "Do I have to elaborate any further?"
"Oh, don't be a spoil-sport. Sure. Make us feel damned good to hear about it," Mike said.
"All right, I'll reveal all the details to you," she said. "It happened when I was in college. It was with my roommate. My first and second years of college. I wasn't going with any man then, at least not steadily. Then one night I went out with a guy and the date was terrible. He was a big, tough football player and he started grappling with me. He expected me to make out with him."
"So you didn't want him to score with you?" Sam asked.
"Of course not."
"Why not?" Mike asked. "You a virgin then?"
"Not exactly. I'd gone steady with one guy in high school. We broke up that summer. I'd let him get into me a few times. He'd been the only man so far, though, and I'd gone with him for quite a while before I'd finally succumbed. Before I finally relented and let him take my virginity. So I certainly wasn't the type of girl who was gonna give in all that quickly. Certainly not with a brute like this anyway. The guy got really drunk at the little fast food restaurant where he took me. We had pizza and he drank beer. Too much. He got boisterous. So much so that they asked us to leave. The poor manager of the restaurant was as white as a sheet when my date went into a tirade. I think he was afraid that this big gorilla was gonna break him in half. Finally I tugged at his arm and got him to leave. Then, instead of driving me back to the dorm, as I'd asked him to, he took me to a park on the edge of the campus. I got out with him and he said we were just gonna take a little walk. I said it better not be for long, because I wanted to get back. I wanted to ditch this creep as fast as I could. But, no, first thing he tried to do was grab me when we got inside the bushes. I finally started screaming, and that made him stop. Those grounds were pretty well patrolled and if a cop had come along, well, you can imagine what would have happened."
"Yeah, but let's not talk about the cops anymore," Mike said, a sour expression surfacing on his face. "Not while we're waiting to hear from Shannon and all. And not while we're surrounded by cops."
"Okay, sorry," she said. "I didn't realize that would be a sore point. Anyway, you wanted me to tell you about what happened." m
"Sure we did," Sam said, "but we wanna hear about you makin' out with that chick. We don't wanna waste our time listenin' to a story about some silly football player, some goon who couldn't hold his beer."
"So I was pretty rattled by the time that he got me back to the dorm," she said. "My roommate, Dominique, she was a student from France, just over here for about two years with her folks. She was the kind of girl who went both ways. She dug men or women. An absolutely beautiful brunette with long, coal-black hair. At any rate, Dominique could see I wasn't feeling good. Then I finally broke down into tears after I got back to the room. This guy had really unnerved me."
"So I imagine Dominique consoled you," Mike said, looking over at his friend Sam and grinning.
"Yes, that's what happened," Cathy said, speaking slowly and with great sincerity. "I don't want you guys making fun of our relationship, though, because it was very sincere. I had sex with her a number of times. She finally went back to France. I still hear from her every Christmas. She's married and has two children. Married to a successful lawyer."
"So she lived happily ever after," Sam chuckled.
"Like I said, I'd appreciate it if you wouldn't make fun of her," Cathy said.
"I wasn't making fun," Sam replied. "Damned but you're touchy, honey. You must think one hell of a lot of this chick."
"We were lovers quite a little while," she said. "As a matter-of-fact, Dominique helped me come of age sexually. Even though I wasn't a virgin when I met her, I was very immature in the way that I regarded sex. And in the way that I thought about life. She was only two years older than I was, but as far as our experience levels were concerned, she was considerably older. Well, that first night started out with her just massaging me a little. Then she asked me to get out of my clothes. Before I knew it she'd slipped out of hers. She said there was nothing to be ashamed of. That we were two beautiful young woman with beautiful bodies and there was no reason why we couldn't feel comfortable around each other just lying there completely nude in bed."
"So before long you got into it?" Mike speculated.
"Yes, in a manner of speaking that's how it happened," Cathy nodded slowly. "But it was so tender, so gentle. That beautiful Dominique. Oh, did she ever know how to please me. Those fingers of hers. The way that they caressed my body. The way they slid up and down my back. Then, next thing I knew, she was massaging my thighs. Her fingers were clutching them. Then she reached out and she grabbed my buttocks. Well, as those crisp fingers of hers pushed against my ass cheeks, that's when I really started to feel hot. I started feeling these dual sensations. One side of me was scared to death. I'd never thought of doing anything like this before, and the girls that I'd been around always spoke against it. But here I was, having my ass cheeks massaged by this beautiful French girl, and I stared up at this beautiful face and saw nothing but complete, total admiration for me."
"But you were still against the idea of having sex with her?" Mike asked.
"Yes, for a while I was," she said. "But even while one side of me was against it, I guess the other side wanted it. Wanted it pretty bad. So before I knew it she was massaging my thighs and finally parting them. Then she started kissing my pussy. Oh, damned, she got me hot all over."
While the lovely red-haired Cathy was revealing this story from her past, her dumbfounded coworkers, Nancy and Harriet, kept exchanging puzzled glances. They could scarcely conceive of Cathy having engaged in this kind of sex, and the more graphic the details became as to her affair with the French girl, Dominique, the more incredulous the whole thing appeared to them.
"So, at any rate, one thing led to another," Cathy said. "She kissed my vagina time and again. Before long I was so hot that I was just begging her to get me off. My legs were trembling. Then she started wiggling her tongue inside my pussy. Ohhh, I'd had that done by the guy I went through high school with, my steady, the one who got my cherry. He sucked my pussy a few times, but never like Dominique. There was such a tremendous tenderness as well as sensuality in the way that she stroked. Back and forth she kept on driving her tongue. Sliding it inside my pussy. She kept it up until I finally exploded. What a beautiful feeling it was. What beautiful sensations. So that's what happened. I mean, that first night."
"So did you go down on Dominique?" Sam asked.
"Oh, yes, eventually," Cathy nodded, "but not that first night. Dominique never even asked me to. She realized that this was quite a significant step forward for me, engaging in sex like that. So she just kind of let things develop at a gradual level. Then next thing I knew we were doing it again. It happened the following night. I guess I wanted it, even though I hated to admit it to myself. I still wasn't completely acclimated to it. The first night it had been beautiful, but I told myself afterwards it was just one of those things. That I just got carried away because I was upset over that lousy date and all. But it was more than that. No, I wanted her and she wanted me. So I let her do it again. This time we sixty-nined. We pushed our tongues inside each other's pussy and really drove them. Drove ourselves at a fantastic pace. Back and forth I kept on whipping my tongue and she did the same thing to me. We tongued each other until we were both off. Then we fell asleep in each other's arms."
"That's one hell of a touching love story," Mike said. "Now you've got me so horny, honey, so eager to watch some sex with two girls, that I want you to perform right now. Yes, let's make the most of things."
Cathy looked over at her two colleagues. An expression of sincere apology registered on her face. She never dreamed that it would come to this, that she would be forced to have sex with the two young women who, she was certain, had never done anything like that before. no
"How about you, Nancy?" Mike asked. "You ever make it with another woman?"
"Certainly not," Nancy quickly responded. "I've got an idea," Sam looked at Mike. "Go ahead."
"How about this Cathy breakin' in the young little gal. Little Harriet over there," Sam laughed. "That'd be a lot of fun to watch. Little old innocent Harriet. The petite little gal. Having the gorgeous red-haired loan officer teach her a little something about lovemaking. What would you think about that? I'll bet you'd love to see it."
"You know, Sam, you're gettin' smarter all the time," Mike laughed. "As a matter-of-fact, you're a damned genius."
"Let's not get that carried away," Sam laughed. "At any rate, you like the idea."
"I love it," Mike said. "Get off your clothes, girls."
"But she doesn't want to do it," Cathy said emphatically.
"Oh, please. Don't put me through anything like that," a humiliated Harriet exclaimed, bursting promptly into tears.
"Oh, hell, knock off the damned crying," Sam snarled. "We're not askin' you to do anything all that hard. I'll bet Cathy would love to get her tongue back into action again. To shove it up a hot twat. I'll bet Cathy can give good tongue. Can't you, Cathy?"
"I don't want to humiliate this girl," Cathy said. "I happen to think quite a bit of her. I don't want to do anything that's gonna make her feel awful.
Please, you guys. Can't you have a little heart? Can't you do just one decent thing?"
"Come on now, let's get those clothes off," Sam said. "We're getting damned impatient, aren't we, Mike?"
"Yes, we are," Mike emphatically replied. "So come on, girls. Let's get into it. Right now. This very second."
"Oh, please, don't make me do it," Harriet implored.
"You're gonna like it when it's all over," Mike said. "You heard what Cathy said about her little sex encounter with Dominique. Okay, it's gonna be the same damned thing with you. You might hate it in the beginning, but you're gonna get adjusted to it. You're gonna adjust real nice. Oh, yes, as a matter-of-fact, Sam and I are gonna have one hell of a time watching it. Isn't that right, Sam?"
"You bet we are," Sam chuckled.
"And here I thought you were just leading me into an idle conversation," Mike said. "When you started talkin' about all this, I hadn't realized you were gonna get into somethin' quite this nice. This is a fantastic idea. Some good fucking. Some damned good fucking. Oh, yeah, that's gonna be great."
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Mike and Sam watched with disgust as Harriet contined to sob. Sam finally became exceedingly impatient, barking and snarling at Harriet, telling her to stop crying if she knew what was good for her.
Eventually the petite brunette stopped crying long enough to begin removing her clothes. As she did so, Cathy did the same. It was obvious that Cathy felt tremendously uncomfortable over the fact that she was going to have to perform sexually with the young woman who was petrified at the thought of engaging in lesbian sex.
After the girls removed their clothes and stood in total nudity, the men gestured for them to walk over toward the rug in the far corner of the bank, where the officers of the bank sat.
Cathy could not help but feel a sense of irony over the fact that she and the trembling young Harriet were standing right adjacent to her desk.
"Okay, just slide down there on that rug," Sam gestured. "Let's get into it, girls. I wanna watch you break her in, Cathy. Is this ever gonna be fun."
"I've heard so much about watchin' two broads make it, but this is my first chance," Mike smiled. "Oh, yeah, am I ever gonna have fun watchin' this."
"Come on, Cathy, honey," Sam said. "You don't need to worry. It's gonna be loads of fun. Yes, indeed, loads of fun. So come on, honey. Just stretch out there, girls. Come on, Harriet. We want you to stretch out on your back. Just get nice and comfortable. Let's really get into it. Oh, yeah, this is gonna be glorious. This is gonna be fantastic fun. Isn't it, Mike?"
"You said it," Mike replied.
The stunning, raven-haired young woman stretched out on her back. Her legs were trembling as she lay there staring up at Cathy, who eased her naked form down between the younger girl's legs.
Cathy reached down and let the fingers of both hands glide slowly and sensuously against the warmth of her firm thighs. She leaned forward and whispered to Harriet.
"Don't let it get to you, honey," Cathy said. "I'm not gonna hurt you. I know that this is something different. I wouldn't dream of forcing you into it. But it doesn't have to be that bad. It doesn't have to be that bad at all. Just try and keep your cool."
Harriet nodded. She continued to lie there on her back, her legs extended. The stunning red-haired woman continued sliding her fingers against Harriet's thighs. Eventually the quivering of Harriet's thighs began to subside. She lay there looking up at the redhead, who then eased her head downward until she was holding her mouth just a scant few inches away from the beautiful brunette's pussy.
Cathy slipped her probing red tongue forward, letting it ease against the brunette's pubic curls. Instinctively Harriet's body twisted from side to side.
"Oh, do we have to do this?" Harriet asked, a pained expression crossing her face.
"You're damned right you do," Mike emphatically replied. "So come on, honey. We don't want any of this cry-baby stuff. We just want you to get right into it. To get into the rhythm of things. To enjoy it."
It was obvious to the two men that Cathy was enjoying it from the outset.
"Just look at that Cathy's tongue," Sam said. "She's a great tongue artist, Mike. You can see that."
"Yes, she is."
"Give all you've got, Cathy, girl. Show her you know how to suck twat. You're gonna really get her horny. Get her horny to the point where she's gonna explode her juices. You know damned well you are."
"That's for damned sure," Mike replied. "Just look at them go at it. Oh, yeah, and I have a feeling that gorgeous little brunette is likin' it a lot more than she'd like to admit."
"I'm gettin' the same feelin'."
At first Harriet's body was exceedingly tense, but as the lovely redhead continued to glide her tongue against her pubic curls, moisture began surfacing and her lips and buttocks started to rhythmically undulate as she ground them against the rug beneath her.
"That's the way to do it," Mike called out encouragingly. "Come on, girls. Let's keep it going. Keep that tongue pumping, Cathy, baby. You're doin' a good job. You're really lettin' it glide inside her twat. Come on, Cathy, honey. Start pourin' on the coal."
Cathy was quickly gaining momentum. After driving her tongue against the raven-haired beauty's pubic curls for a few more strokes, she then shifted the action to her throbbing pink pussy. Back and forth her tongue spiritedly circulated as she let it grind with steady determination, whipping it back and forth, loving every quick, twisting stroke that she sent into the lovely brunette's succulent mound.
"OOOHHH, OHHHHHH, IT DOES FEEL GOOD," Harriet finally declared. "OHHHHH, CATHY. YES, OOOHHH, YOUR TONGUEFEELS SO NIIIICE."
The lovely blonde Nancy watched the action with increasing dismay. She could hardly believe that Harriet could move that quickly, could transform herself from a fearful little girl who was so opposed to having another woman make love to her that she burst into tears to somebody who was thoroughly enjoying every quick, twisting tongue thrust that was sent inside the wet warmth of her searing cuntal pit.
"OOOHHH, OHHHH, KEEP ON TONGU-ING MEEEEE," Harriet loudly exclaimed. "OHHHHHH, MY DARLING. YES, OOOHHHH, KEEP YOUR TONGUE GRINDING. YES, OHHHHH, HOW I WANT IT. OOOOOWWWW, OHHHHHH, OHHHHHH, I WANT IT, I WANT IIIIIITTTTT!"
The two men looked at each other and grinned. They loved watching the intriguing, sensually alluring sight of the stunning red-haired beauty, whose hair fluttered in her self-generated breeze as her steaming red tongue continued to pry and twist, making loud suctioning sounds as it ground with now increasing warmth, dexterity and speed inside the scintillating softness of the petite brunette's pussy.
By then the thoroughly aroused Harriet's buttocks were grinding back and forth as she kept on receiving the hot, jolting tongue thrusts of the beautiful redhead, who was pushing her inevitably toward the point of a steaming climax.
"OOOHHH, OHHHH, WHAT A TONGUE," Harriet sighed. "OH, DARLING, I CAN SEE WHY IT MEANT SO MUCH TO YOU, IT MEANT SO MUCH TO BE SUCKED BY DOMINIQUE. OHHHHH, COME ON, JUST GRIND YOUR TONGUE. YES, OOOHHH, KEEP PUSHING IT INSIDE MY PUSSY. YES, OOOHHH, PUSH IT. YES, OOOHHH, PUSH IT REAL NICE. OOOHHH, OHHHHH, MAKE LOVE TO ME, DARLING. OOOHHH, OHHHHH, REALLY MAKE LOVE TO ME. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, THE JUICES. THEY'VE GOT TO EXPLODE. YES, OOOHHH, THEY'VE GOTTA EX-PLOOOOOOODE."
Harriet's legs kicked back and forth, her inner thighs scraping against both sides of her lover's head as Cathy continued to grind her hotly twisting red tongue into the impassioned depths of her lover's vagina. After a few more sucking, stabbing strokes, Harriet was unable to withstand anymore in the way of that kind of solid sucking. The juices started to spill from her pussy, splashing from it and into her lover's mouth.
"OOOHHH, OHHHHH, THAT TONGUE," Harriet exclaimed. "OOOHHH, OHHHHH, SWALLOW IT. OOOHHH, I'M SHOOTING. OOOHHHH, OHHHHH, I LOVE IT, LOVE IT, I REALLY LOVE IIIIITTTTT."
The two men looked at each other and grinned. They were becoming carried away just watching those two beautiful women go at it. They listened to the loud slurping sounds emanating from Cathy's mouth as she swallowed every delightful drop of the brunette's rampaging pussy juice.
"OOOHHH, OHHHHH, SUCK ME DRY," the brunette declared. "OOOHHH, OHHHH, GET EVERY DROP OF IT. YES, OOOHHH, EVERY FANTASTIC DROOOOPP."
She swallowed the final few drops of the brunette's liquid explosion, after which she then released her tongue. The stunning redhead looked down at Harriet and smiled.
"You two have got yourselves quite an admiration society there," Mike chuckled. "I think maybe we wanna see some more action, don't we, Sam?"
"We definitely do," Sam said. "That poor little blonde's been left out. Nancy's just been sittin' over there. I think it's time to get her into the action."
"Very definitely," Mike said. "Come on, Nancy. Start takin' off your clothes. You're in on this, too, you know."
"Oh, please. I don't want to get in on it," Nancy said. "Haven't you guys had enough? You got your exhibition."
"This is only round one."
"You're not tellin' us, baby, how long this thing is gonna go on. We're the ones who are gonna make the decisions. So come on, Nancy, honey. You get those clothes off and strip. We've got something in mind for you."
Nancy sighed exasperatedly, recognizing that there was no way out. She thought about her fiance. Up until her experiences with Mike and Sam, Nancy had not realized just how sheltered a life not only she but her fiance as well had been leading. Here were two men who were willing to do anything and everything. There was something to be said for the sheltered life, Nancy thought, but then she thought back some more, back to the experience that she'd encountered with Mike. She had to admit that, as much as she hated him at the time for taking advantage of her, she definitely enjoyed engaging in sex with him. There was something incredibly wonderful about just letting herself go, in a way that she had never seemingly been able to do with her fiance.
These thoughts kept flooding through Nancy's confused brain as she finally finished removing her clothes.
"Oh, damned, what a body she's got," Sam said. "You were the one that got to fuck her, you lucky guy."
"But what the hell. You got the redhead and the brunette. You didn't do so bad, Sam. As a matter-of-fact, you spent more time fuckin' than I did. I was spendin' all that time either waitin' for Shannon or talkin' to him."
"Yeah, that's true. Anyway, I can't complain. I was just commenting, anyway, on what a beautiful bod this gal has. Oh, damned, she's got it made."
Nancy stood on the rug, awaiting word from the two men on what she was expected to do.
"Get down there on your back," Mike said. "Come on, Nancy, baby. Get down on your back and wiggle that hot butt of yours."
Nancy did excactly as told. She felt humiliated having to respond to every command that these two crude and brutal men gave, but yet, in spite of all that, there was something undeniably daring and exciting about the whole ordeal.
She stretched out on her back, extending her legs, then wiggling her buttocks rhythmically back and forth. She stared up at the two men, who looked at each other and grinned, enjoying the seductive sight of the beautiful blonde as her crisp, white ass cheeks glided back and forth.
"That's beautiful, just beautiful," Mike said. He then looked over at Cathy. "Here's another one who says she's never made it with a woman. How'd you like to break her in, honey?"
"You guys are treating me like I'm some kind of dyke," Cathy snapped self-consciously. "Remembers I said I'd made it with one woman back when I was in college. I haven't done anything since my sophomore year of college, and that was over ten years ago."
"You don't have to get uptight about it," Sam said. "It's just that you're returning to old terrain, honey."
"It's just that you're treating me like I'm some kind of lesbian or something. Look, yes, I admitted that I'd had an experience. I'm sorry that I did now. You guys are trying to make me sound like I'm the dyke of the year or something. I've had sex with another woman and I admitted it, and now I made it with this poor Harriet. So what do you expect me to do, leave my husband and make it strictly with women?"
"You said that, we didn't," Mike said. "You're getting entirely too sensitive, Cathy. We just know that you're the only experienced woman of the three. That's why we think it's only fitting and proper for you to break in the other two girls. You see, they're novices."
"I just hope you're not trying to say that I'm so experienced that I've just been making it with women right and left," Cathy said. "I couldn't help but resent that."
"We're in a position to get away with saying anything we want to," Sam reminded her of her vulnerability, "but we ain't really sayin' that. We're just sayin' that, like Mike said, you're perfect to break in the other women. So just get down there and start sucking Nancy. Just look at the way those blonde ass cheeks are twisting. That's got to turn you on."
"As a matter-of-fact, start out sucking her ass," Mike said. "Come on, baby. Just start glidin' that tongue inside her asshole. Give her a good workout with your tongue. Slip it real nice. Come on, real nice now. Just slip it inside her ass. Tickle her asshole."
Cathy had to admit to herself as she positioned her head adjacent to the lovely blonde's crotch that she did look enticing, her perfectly proportioned silky white ass globes gliding back and forth. Cathy reached down and instinctively let her fingers clutch tightly against the warmth of the blonde's shapely buttocks. She then pushed her tongue forward, easing it into Nancy's anal passage. At first Nancy froze up," convincing herself that she would dread every solitary moment of this kind of perverted sex. As the activity continued, however, she found that Cathy did have a knack when it came to sucking. Her crisp tongue movements could not help but impress Nancy. Back and forth the stunning redhead manipulated her tongue, working it increasingly deeper inside the aroused asshole of the scintillating blonde.
"Sure, Nancy's loving it," Mike said. "You can sure tell that."
"Damned right you can," Sam nodded. "Just look at that tongue. Just look at that fantastic tongue. It's gliding, really gliding. That's good, ohhh, that's really good."
The shapely redhead continued to thrust her tongue inside the anus of Nancy. As Nancy received thrust upon thrust, her head began to spin and suddenly she was catapulted into a sea of passionate ecstasy.
"OOOHHH, OHHHHH, JUST TONGUE MY ASSHOLE," Nancy said. "OH, YES, OOOHHH, YOU DO HAVE A WAY WITH YOUR TONGUE, CATHY. OHHHH, KEEP PUSHING YOUR FINGERS AGAINST MY BUTT. OOOHHH, OHHHH, JUST GRAB MY ASS CHEEKS. COME ON, OOOHHH, CLUTCH MY BUTT. CLUTCH IT REAL NICE. OHHHH, AAAHHH, TONGUE ME. YES, OOOHHH, TONGUE ME. OOOHHH, REALLY TONGUE MEEEEE."
The dazzling tongue pyrotechnics continued as the beautiful redhead plunged her searing red digit with great anxiety inside the tightness of the stunning blonde's asshole. The louder that Nancy gasped and the faster that she twisted her twirling ass cheeks and hips, the more rapidly that Cathy implanted her tongue inside the blonde's aroused rectum.
Eventually Cathy recognized that it was time to move on to another point in the action. She thrust her tongue forward, allowing it to spiritedly attack the blonde's aroused cuntal passage. Back and forth her swirling hips and ass cheeks twisted as she kept on gliding with her pulsating tongue, pushing it into the inflamed depths of the other woman's pussy.
"OOOHHH, OHHHH, REALLY TONGUE MEEEEE," she sighed. "OHHHH, DARLING, COME ON AND THRUST YOUR TONGUE INSIDE ME. OOOHHH, OHHHH, YOU'VE GOTTA GET ME OFF. YES, OOOHHH, THAT TONGUE OF YOURS. IT FEELS SO GOOD. OOOHHH, THIS FEELS SUPER. TONGUE ME, OOOHHH, REALLY DO IIIIIIT."
Her hips and buttocks continued to writhe and twist as Cathy kept up her stimulating pace, grinding her tongue with ever-accelerating movements as she pushed it inside the inflamed surface of her lover's scintillated cuntal petals.
The two men watched with great delight, observing Cathy as she propelled Nancy that much closer to climax. They realized that Cathy's frenzied tongue had been able to overcome the resistance of not one but two women in rapid succession.
"Keep goin' at it, Cathy," Mike called out. "Come on, bring her off."
A few stirring tongue thrusts later, Nancy was unable to withhold the impassioned juices within her any longer. The juices exploded from her searing cuntal pit as she heaved one loud sigh.
"OOOHHH, OHHHH, SWALLOW IIIITTT," she sighed. "OHHHHH, GO GET IT. OOOHHH, EVERY DROP. OOOHHH, OHHHHH, SWALLOW THE STUFF. OHHHHH, DARLING. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, REALLY SWALLOW IT. OOOHHH, HONEY, EVERY DROP OF IT. OOOHHH, OHHHHHH, I WANT YOU TO SUCK IT. SUCK IT. OOOHHH, REALLY SUCK IT. GO GET IT. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, OHHHHHHHH, I LOVE IIIIIIIT."
While Nancy's swirling hips glided back and forth, her attentive lover reached out and squeezed them. As she pushed hard with both hands, letting her fingers crisply grab against the warmth of her silky smooth ass cheeks, her lover's body trembled in wanton arousal.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Now that Sam and Mike had observed Cathy breaking in the two young women, their imaginations roamed some more.
"That was really good," Mike said. "I've got to hand it to you, Sam, for suggesting it. This was the first time I ever saw two women go at it and I sure loved it."
"I knew you would," Sam said. "That Cathy really did a great job. Damned, she was somethin' else breakin' those other two gals in."
"She sure was."
"I got me another idea."
"Let's hear it. This is really a great way to make the time pass. To watch these broads makin' out."
"Okay, so the redhead got the brunette and the blonde tuned in to fucking, right?"
"She certainly did."
"Okay, then now I figure that it would be good to watch the two of them go down on each other. A nice wild sixty-nine."
Harriet and Nancy stared at each other, relaying expressions of fear.
"Now look at that," Sam shook his head. "Those girls lookin' like they're scared and all. What the hell they got to be scared about?"
"Not a damn thing," Mike shook his head.
"That's right. Okay, girls, we'd like to see the two of you make it. Isn't that right, Mike?"
"You heard what the man said," Mike told the two girls. "So just get down there, girls. Stretch those bodies of yours out. I wanna really watch. I wanna see the action. I wanna see those gorgeous tongues of yours go to work."
"But we've never done anything like this before," Nancy explained, a look of painful anticipation on her face. "For one thing, I'm scared."
"So am I," Harriet said. "This is awfully tough. I mean, we've never done this before and we're scared we're gonna foul up. You guys seem to have such high standards."
"You don't need to worry," Mike said. "If you're ever stumped about anything, our dear friend Cathy over there will help you. Isn't that right, Cathy? You're an expert on things like this."
"Like I said before, I don't like the inference," Cathy said. "You guys are trying to make it sound like I'm the world's biggest dyke. Well, I'm not. I'm sorry that I ever revealed to you what I did about that affair in college."
"Hell, you're too damned touchy," Sam exclaimed. "We're just saying that you had the experience and you were able to help these girls. To break down their resistance. Now we want to watch them sixty-nine. If they've got any questions to ask, you're the one, right? You and Dominique sixty-nined a lot of times, I'll bet."
"Yes, we did it," she said, recalling those passionate encounters with the beautiful Dominique. "As a matter-of-fact, once we really got into it sixty-nining was our favorite type of lovemaking."
"I'll just bet it was," Mike grinned. "Two beautiful women with gorgeous bodies. Why the hell not? Why not just set those fiery tongues ablaze and let them grind inside each other's pussy? Hell, yes, that would be erotic."
"I'm gettin' a hard-on just thinkin' about it," Sam said. "Okay, Cathy, turn your girls loose. Tell them how it's done. Tell them what they oughta do in the beginning. You can give them a little advice, can't you?"
Cathy sighed painfully, staring at the younger girls. She could see that they were both uncomfortable. The one thing she knew she had to do, more than anything else, was remove the fear from them so that they would be able to relax at least a little bit. If they were not able to do so, then it would be difficult for them to perform at all, and she knew how vital it was to please these two brutes who held guns on them.
"Okay, girls, just stretch out," Cathy said soothingly, "and take it nice and easy. Everything's gonna be just fine."
The girls stretched out on the rug, their bodies twitching with nervousness.
"All right, just position yourselves across from each other," Cathy said. "Do it so that your heads wind up just opposite each other's pussy."
The girls, as reluctant as they were to engage in that kind of sex, did precisely what Cathy had suggested. They had always looked up to Cathy for guidance at the bank, and they both thought it ironic that they would be looking up to her in this particular type of situation. Yet, all the same, they knew that it was vital for self-preservation purposes to see to it that Mike and Sam were placated.
They eased their lovely, seductive bodies across from each other, to where their heads were positioned only a few inches away from each other's vagina.
"All right, that's great," Cathy said. "All right, girls, the important thing is that you not go fast at the beginning. Just kind of ease into it. Just ease those tongues real smooth-like. Don't be rushing. If you start rushing, well, then what's gonna happen is that you're gonna be sucking with jerking motions. Then you're gonna just tire yourselves out and not achieve the utmost in the way of erotic responses."
"Damned, she says it like a sex education professor, doesn't she?" Mike looked over at Sam and grinned enthusiastically.
"She does, she really does," Sam said. "So let's listen to her, girls. She's got smarts. She knows what she's doin'."
"No wonder she could work her way up as a loan officer," Mike said. "She's a pretty sharp gal."
Ignoring the compliments, Cathy continued to speak to the young women.
"All right, so just ease into it, girls," she said. "The important thing is not to try and go too fast at the beginning. Neither one of you has ever done anything like this before, so at first it'll seem a little awkward. Anything that's new, anything that's unfamiliar, seems awkward until you get accustomed to it at least a little bit. So just let those tongues slide. Work them real nice."
Cathy watched, hoping that the two young women would not panic. She knew that both Mike and Sam had short fuses. She condemned herself in retrospect for having argued with them, for snapping at them, for in her estimation, regarding her as a dyke. She was extremely sensitive on that score, and had considered her love affair with Dominique to be just one passing phase of her life, even though she considered it a highly enjoyable one. But in spite of what they said, she knew that it was important not to upset them in the slightest. They were the kinds of men who could very easily be highly dangerous if crossed, particularly at a time when they were brandishing weapons, as they were at the moment.
The men watched with noticeable excitement as Harriet and Nancy eased their tongues simultaneously forward, allowing them to glide with meticulous slowness inside each other's vagina. They could tell that the girls felt extremely awkward as well as embarrassed by the fact that they had to perform on each other. Their tongues worked back and forth with obvious unfamiliarity. The men were confident that, after they sucked for just a little while, things would change and their tongues would become alive with vigor and excitement.
"That's it, don't go too fast now,'! Cathy said. "Just keep easing into it, girls. Then pretty soon you'll be letting yourself go. Then you're gonna be enjoying it. Just keep those tongues gliding. Back and forth, that's it, work them back and forth."
"Oh, damned, just watching them make it turns me on so much," Sam said. "This is great. Come on, girls. You can step up that pace a little bit. You're babying them a little too much, Cathy. Hell, they can fuck. They know what it's all about. They might not have sucked pussies before, but they've sucked cock. They've put their tongues to work. So let's have them put them to work again."
When the girls heard' Sam's mounting tone of impatience, they recognized how important it was for them to accelerate their efforts. Nancy shoved her tongue forward, working it back and forth, gliding it against the moistness of her lover's pussy flaps. Picking up the tempo, Harriet in turn matched her lover's stroking pace, and soon the men could hear the slurping sounds of the blonde and brunette as they manifested their tongues with developing skill. They were pleased to see the way that the action was developing, and were hoping that soon they would be exploding their juices inside their mouths.
"That's the way to do it," Mike called out. "Oh, yeah, that's my kind of tonguing. Come on, girls. Let's keep that sweet tonguing going."
The men enjoyed watching the manner in which the girls' flaring ass cheeks twisted and glided as their resourceful tongues continued plunging with ever greater speed and excitement inside each other's nest. Now they were pushing each other that much closer to the state of a stormy orgasm.
Then, all of a sudden, it happened. The girls attained the realization that the act of sixty-nining did not have to necessarily provide a negative experience. Instead their swirling tongues worked back and forth as they began to enjoy all that was happening. The more rapidly that their twisting tongues ground inside the wetness of each other's warm, moist pussy, the closer that they manipulated each other to the point of wild, orgasmic experiences.
They began to enjoy the give and take of their tongues, of giving and receiving at the same time as they propelled one another that much closer to that devastating moment, when the juices would explode from their thunderous organs and into each other's mouth.
"Oh, damned, just look at them go to it!" Sam shouted. "Come on, girls. Keep those twisting tongues sliding. Really do it. Ohhh, drive them. Drive your tongues really nice. Ohhh, what a couple of beautiful women. If that doesn't turn a guy on, nothing will. Just look at them. Just look at them go."
Cathy could not help but feel at least a certain measure of satisfaction. She had done all she could to psychologically coax the girls into performing to the best of their respective abilities. Now they were doing just that, their stirring tongues grinding with appreciable swiftness as they slid them into the impassioned depths of each other's sweltering orifice.
"OOOHHH, DAMN, I'M ABOUT READY TO JUICE JUST WATCHING," Mike exclaimed. "COME ON, GIRLS. OHHHH, KEEP UP THAT FANTASTIC SUCKING. DRIVE THOSE HOT TONGUES. REALLY DRIVE THEM. OOOHHH, THIS IS SO GOOD. JUST WATCHING THIS. OHHHHH, I LOVE IT. OOOHHH, I LOVE WATCHING IIIIITT."
"YES, YES, YESSSS," Sam panted. "OHHHHHH, DAMNED, OOOHHH, IT'S TOO MUCH. IT'S TOO MUCH FOR ME TO WAAAATCH."
With that Sam placed his gun down on a nearby table. He reached down and quickly unzipped his trousers, pulling out his rock-hard cock. The muscular bank robber grunted and gasped, as his fingers reached out and grabbed hold of his long, inflamed cock. Up and down his fingers spiritedly pumped as he stared at the enticing sight taking place on the rug.
As the girls' swirling tongues pushed them that much closer toward the inevitable moment of climax, Nancy reached out and let her fingers crisply grab hold of the writhing ass cheeks of the brunette girl. Harriet, in turn, reached out and grabbed the blonde's twisting buttocks and, together, they propelled their surging tongues until they were pushed that much closer to the verge of orgasm.
"OOOHHH, KEEP IT GOING," Sam exclaimed. "OOOHHH, THAT'S SO GOOD. JUST WATCHING THAT ACTION. OOOHHH, WHAT A FANTASTIC SHOW. OOOHHH, I LOVE IT, I LOVE IT, I LOVE IIIIITTT."
Sam proceeded to pull his fingers off of his rock-hard, thoroughly excited cock just before he was ready to spurt his thick, white liquid. He continued to stare, however, with wide-eyed desire at the erotic scene that was taking place on the rug.
The girls' twisting buttocks continued to writhe and their fingers clutched tightly and sharply at their warm ass cheeks as their tongues dug spiritedly inside each other's vagina. Now it was a matter of just a few strokes before the juices would be exploding.
It was Harriet who juiced first. As the first few drops of her stirring orgasmic fluid sprayed from her pussy, her lover's twirling tongue attacked the onslaught of juice, seeking to capture every drop of the liquid.
"OOOHHH, SHE'S SHOOTING," Sam exclaimed. "OHHHH, DAMNED, THIS IS TOO MUCH TO WATCH. OHHHH, YOU GIRLS.
OOOHHH, CAN YOU EVER TURN A GUY ON. OOOHHH, JUST WATCHING YOU IS TOO MUCH FOR ME. OHHHH, HOW GOOD IT IS. OOOHHH, HOW SWEET IT IS. WHAT SUCKING. DAMNED, SUCKING AT ITS BEST. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, JUST TOO MUUUUUCH."
Just as Nancy was starting to devour the escaping fluid that spurted from Harriet's aroused pussy, Nancy also began to juice. Before long the girls were rapidly attacking each other with their swirling, pistoning tongues, swallowing every drop of delightful juice that exploded from the gushing mounds.
"OOOHHH, IS THAT EVER NIIIIICE," Sam sighed. "OHHHH, GIRLS. YOU'RE REALLY LETTING YOURSELVES GO. OOOHHH, WHAT A FANTASTIC FUCK THIS IS. OHHHHH, IT'S SO GOOD. IT'S SO GOOD WATCHING IT. OOOHHH, ARE YOU GOOD, OOOHHH, ARE YOU EVER SO GOOOOOD."
The girls fingered each other's twisting ass cheeks more tightly than ever, pinching and squeezing as they simultaneously sucked every drop out of each other's exploding pussy.
When it was all over, as the girls lay stretched out next to each other catching their breath, Sam found himself unable to hold back.
He looked over at Mike.
"I've gotta do it, Mike," he said. "I've got to have at these broads. This is just too much. Watchin' them screw like that. Ohhh, Cathy, honey, did you ever do a good job of getting them ready. That was really something."
Promptly Sam removed his clothes. Before long he was slipping his shorts down his legs and off of him, at which point he walked briskly toward the rug, where the two girls were lying stretched out after they had expended themselves in orgasm.
"Okay, girls, I'm ready to give you a good time," Sam winked.
He proceeded to prove his point by reaching down with both hands and letting his fingers glide against the resolute warmth of his firm, explosive cock. Up and down he pumped with his fingers until, finally, he eased his body downward toward the rug.
"Just get ready," he said, "because here I go."
"Go to it, Sam," Mike chuckled. "I wanna see what you're gonna do. I just wonder what you've got in mind for these two beautiful girls."
"Just sit tight and watch me," Sam winked. "Just watch my smoke. Oh, damned, my cock is so excited that it's doing everything but smoking."
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Sam reached over and made a grab for Nancy's sweat-stained thighs. He worked his fingers up and down them for several moments, and all the while he kept staring at Harriet.
"We're gonna have a three-way," he told Harriet. "Just stay tuned, honey, because I'm gonna tell you what to do."
It made Sam feel good to know that he was now getting an opportunity to have sex with Nancy. He had liked the stunning blonde right from the beginning, but his friend Mike had performed first, and Nancy had been his partner as of that point in time. So he had made it with Harriet and Cathy, but now he had a chance to go after Nancy and was intending to make the most of it.
He slid his fingers smoothly against her thighs a few more times, after which he then parted them. He stared down at the gnarled, vanilla-colored curls of her pubic thatch. He stared down at the enticing pink softness of her pussy.
"Okay, you're gonna get fucked and love it," he said. He then stared over at Harriet. "Get behind me, baby. I want you to suck my ass. When you see my butt twisting, when you see me starting to pump it into this beautiful blonde, then I want you to eat out my ass. Have you got that?"
The brunette girl nodded slowly, realizing that it would be completely futile for her to in any way resist.
"That's good, honey. That's the way it's gotta be," he said. "I guess you realize that. I guess you recognize that we're in charge."
"I realize it."
"Good. Hell, we're not asking you to do anything that you shouldn't get a big thrill out of anyway. So just hang in ther, honey. Just watch all the fun. Watch it for a while, then when I tell you, when I give you the signal, then I want you to start ass sucking. That's what I'll do. I'll let you know. Do you follow me?"
"Yes."
"Good. You keep playin' things real smart like you are now, my dear, and there won't be any problems. You give us any guff and you'll have nothing but problems."
Harriet watched as the confident Sam reached down with both hands and let his fingers tightly clutch against the warm surface of his lover's ass cheeks. He pushed his stirring organ forward, allowing it to make its first penetrating contact with the warmth of her tight-fitting vagina. His cock corkscrewed back and forth, grinding against the tightness of her clasping pussy muscles.
"OHHHH, WHAT A TIGHT SCREW YOU ARE," Sam loudly exclaimed. "OHHHHH, JUST KEEP YOUR BUTT MOVING. MOVE IT REAL NICE. OOOHHH, OHHHHH, THAT'S GOOD. WHAT A NICE FUUUUUUUUUCK! OOOHHH, OHHHHH, THIS IS MY KIND OF SCREWING. OOOHHH, OHHHHHH, IT'S SO GOOOOOD!"
Back and forth his robust, commanding cock continued to make spirited contact with her searing vagina. He kept on driving and slamming with his steaming pole, and finally he turned his head and stared at Harriet, grinning broadly.
"COME ON, OOOHHH, GET INTO THE ACT," he sighed. "COME ON AND SUCK MY PUSSY, HONEY. OOOHHH, OHHHHH, EAT OUT MY ASSHOLE. OOOHHH, OHHHHH, GIVE ME A BEAUTIFUL SUCK. YES, OOOHHH, SUCK MY PUSSY. OOOHHH, EAT IT OUT. DARLING, OOOHHH, EAT IT OUT. SUCK, SUCK, SUUUUUUCK!"
Harriet shoved her head forward, allowing her tongue to make its first crisp, dramatic contact with his asshole. That only prompted Sam to proceed that much more swiftly with his swift, cannonading penis thrusts as he slammed his spirited organ into the compliant depths of Nancy's tight vagina.
Nancy flung her hips from side to side, heaving deep sighs as Sam continued to dominate her with his solid, thrusting stabs. As he kept on penetrating her with his solid organ, he reached down and let his fingers make crisply dramatic contact with the warmth of her breasts. He alternately squeezed and kneaded them, and, on occasion, he would pinch her prickly, rock-hard nipples as he kept on driving his cock forward, letting his thundering organ dominate her as he pushed that much nearer to the state of a sizzling climax.
"OOOHHH, OHHHH, KEEP THAT TONGUE BUSY," he sighed. "COME ON, OOOHHH, EAT OUT MY ASS, HONEY. OOOHHH, DRIVE THAT TONGUE INTO ME. OHHHH, HOW I WANT IT. OOOHHH, I WANT IT, OOOHHH, I REALLY NEED IT. OOOHHH, OHHHHH, SUCK. COME ON, SUCK, SUCK, SUUUUUCK. SUCK OUT MY AAAAAAASSSS!"
Just watching the developing action caused Mike to feel tremendous waves of sexual exhilaration. He had told himself that, after having sex with Nancy, his sexual instincts would be fully placated. Whereas Sam was of a more playful and less serious nature, Mike usually did the thinking for both of them. He was able to coax Sam into abandoning his carefree manner whenever he thought that it was of crucial importance to do so. It was Mike who was always thinking one jump ahead. His initial feeling had been that it would be all right to let himself go and enjoy sex on one occasion, but that, as soon as that happened, he would from that point forward be forced to stick strictly to business. After all, his objective for coming into this bank in the first place was to rob it and not engage in a sex orgy. Yet, all the same, as Sam continued to remind him, here were three exceedingly beautiful young women. He could not seem to get enough of them, and just staring at the erotically intriguing sight of Sam driving his cock into the tight orifice of Nancy while he was being ass sucked by Harriet could not help but make him feel envious of Sam. So envious that he wanted to engage in some more sex himself. Mike could feel his own smoldering cock burning inside his trousers, just begging for release, just begging for an opportunity to engage in wild and vigorous sex.
But at least for the moment, sex was Sam's domain and not his. He listened to the increasingly heavier sounds of Sam's breathing and watched tense beads of sweat roll down both sides of his face. Sam kept on driving his thundering cock forward, propelling himself ever nearer to the state of a spine-tingling orgasm, when all the juices would be forced to spill from the end of his bulging pole and explode into his beautiful lover's pussy.
Not only was his cock supplying him with great impetus, but so was the stirring tongue of Harriet. As Harriet's crisp tongue continued to make steady, erotic contact with Sam's asshole, she reached out and let her fingers smoothly glide against his twisting ass cheeks.
"OOOHHH, AAAHHH, I'VE GOT IT MADE," Sam sighed. "OOOHH, YES, OHHH, I'VE GOT A TIGHT SNATCH. YES, OOOHHH, SUCH A DAMNED TIGHT PUSSY. I'VE GOT THAT AND I'VE GOT THIS BEAUTIFUL TONGUE THRUSTING UP MY BUTT. COME ON, OOOHHH, HONEY, COME ON, HARRIET. KEEP TONGUING ME. AND NANCY, BABY, OOOHHH, WHAT A PUSSY YOU'VE GOT. DO I LOVE SLAMMING MY COCK INTO IT. THIS IS TOO MUCH, OOOHHH, JUST TOO MUUUUUUCH!"
Sam kept on staring down at the erotic sight of the beautiful Nancy, whose quivering hips and buttocks continued to grind with swirling passion as she absorbed the swift, hotly projecting penis stabs of her lover. Now he was just a few strokes away from the stirring moment when the juices would explode from his cannonading spear. Sam could feel the tremendous itchiness developing in his cock and balls as he realized that an explosion was imminent, as he recognized that the thick, white juices would soon be exploding from the end of his rock-hard member.
"OOOHHH, OHHHH, HONEY, OHHHH, KEEP TWISTING YOUR ASS," Sam said. "YES, OOOHHH, YOU'VE GOT TO TWIST IT. OOOHHH, OHHHH, THE STUFF IS GONNA SHOOT FROM MY HARD PRICK. OOOHHH, OHHHH, IT'S JUST GOT TO SHOOT. OOOHHH, I CAN'T HOLD ON MUCH LONGER. OOOHHH, WHAT A TERRIFIC SCREW. OHHHH, HARRIET, BABY, KEEP SUCKING. OOOHHH, KEEP UP THE ASS SUCKING. DARLING, FASTER. YES, FASTER, FASTER, FASTER. OOOHHH, OHHHHH, DRIVE YOUR TONGUE UP MY ASS. COME ON, BABY. REALLY DRIVE IT. OHHHH, HOW I NEED IT, OOOHHH, HOW I REALLY NEED IT. OOOHHH, OHHHH, AAAHHH, THE STUFF'S GOT TO JUST SPRAY. OOOHHH, OHHHHH, IT'S REALLY GOTTA SPRAAAAAYYY!"
Mike could not help but envy his relatively carefree friend. How he would have loved to have reversed roles. Instead of being the cool, methodical planner, he thought about how much fun he would have being the less responsible partner, the man who had greater daring but less imagination. Instead he was the steady influence, and as such he was therefore entitled to less fun than was Sam.
As for Sam, he could feel the swirling waves of passion in his cock and balls. Everything was rapidly building to a steady crescendo in his tumid shaft as he kept on driving his exhilarating cock into the compliant depths of the beautiful blonde's pussy. She thrust her body up to meet his quick, penetrating strokes, and now his fingers were tweaking against the prickly surface of her nipples.
"OOOHHH, OHHHHH, IT WON'T BE LONG NOW," he declared. "OOOHHH, HARRIET, BABY. JUST KEEP UP THAT ASS SUCKING. YES, OHHHHHHH, IT'S SO GOOOOOODDD."
Harriet thrust her tongue one more time into his rectum, withdrawing it once more. As his twisting butt continued to grind back and forth in a swirl of wild passion, he planted his stiffly projecting cock deep inside the beautiful blonde's pussy. Finally, after gasping several times in rapid succession, he realized that he could no longer hold back the stirring waves of orgasmic excitement stored up inside his body.
A few quick, puffing gasps later, the thick, white drops of his passionate fluid began to explode from his hard, determined organ.
"OOOHHH, OHHHH, I'M OOOOFFFFF," he loudly announced. "OOOHHH, BABY. KEEP THAT HOT BUTT SPINNING. COME ON, OOHHH, NANCY. OOOHHH, WHAT A TIGHT PUSSY YOU'VE GOT. COME ON, HARRIET, BABY. OOOHHH, OHHHH, KEEP EATING OUT MY ASS. OOOHHH, OHHHH, I LIKE IT. OOOHHH, I LIKE IT SO MUUUUCH. OOOHHH, OHHHH, WHAT FUCKING. YES, OOOHHH, THIS IS A GREAT FUUUUUCK!"
He gulped and gasped a few times, his face dramatically reddening as he watched the spirited flow of his thick, white fluid burst from the end of his steaming pole and explode with passionate warmth inside the compliant tightness of the beautiful blonde's vagina.
"OHHHH, OOOHHH, THIS IS FUCKING," he called out triumphantly. "OHHHH, BABY. OOOOWWWW, OHHHHHH, WHAT A TIGHT PUSSY YOU HAVE. OOOHHH, OHHHHHH, I CAN'T GET ENOUGH OF IIIITTT. OOOHHH, OHHHHH, I LOVE IIIIITTTT."
He pumped and pushed with his stirring pole until the cock juice had exploded from his prick.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
The next few minutes passed with Sam complimenting the girls and Mike sitting pensively, waiting for the call from Sergeant Shannon.
"Oh, damned, I wish to hell he would call," Mike snarled. "I'm gettin' sick of all this damned waiting."
In addition to the frustration that Mike felt over not hearing from the police, he also felt thwarted over the fact that he had become so thoroughly aroused watching the pulsating action involving the girls and Sam. How he would have loved to have torn his clothes off and joined in the action. Instead he had maintained his coolness, setting himself apart from the activity, at least as far as personal participation was concerned. His ears had been glued to the telephone, hoping to hear its shrill ring so that he could pick it up and talk to Shannon. Instead, he had met with nothing but frustration, waiting for a call that had not yet been received, making him wonder just when it would come.
Finally, just as his frustration was reaching new heights, the telphone rang. He picked it up immediately.
"Yeah," he began with an impatient snarl.
"Mike?"
"That's right."
"Sergeant Shannon here."
"It's about damned time," he snapped angrily. "What the hell you guys doing? You earn salaries at the taxpayers' expense, supposedly. So what do you do for them? You just sit around on your asses? I mean, this is an important matter. You got three of your citizens here, loyally constituted taxpayers of the county, city and state. And here you guys are picking your noses, or whatever the hell else you'e doing."
"If you'll calm down for a moment, Mike, I'll explain some things to you," Shannon said.
"I wish to hell you would. It's about damned time."
"If you'll give me the chance, I will. At any rate, the Chief of Police is with me right here. First of all it took him awhile to get over here. Then after he did we had to review the whole matter with him. Then he had to discuss the whole case in all of its various facets. Finally we hatched out a mutual strategy."
"I've given you plenty of time for that," Mike said angrily. "So what is it?"
"Well, the Chief said that if you just would agree to release all the hostages that we'd give you the safe passage that you asked for."
"Okay, that would be fine with us. But no monkey business. That's the thing. And if we release these hostages, we've gotta have another hostage."
"What would be agreeable to you?" Sergeant Shannon asked. "You, for instance."
"Me?"
"Yeah, that's right. That way I think we could strike a bargain. You wanted these three girls to be released. Okay, that can be done. But we gotta have some kind of a hostage. Somebody around to prevent us from getting shot. I know you guys. You'd probably bring a limousine or something. Then once we got inside, or to the airport, or whatever, then you'd have your police open fire. We'd be nothing but wind up like Swiss cheese-full of holes. Well, I'm not gonna go along with somethin' like that and neither is Sam."
"You bet your fuckin' ass I'm not," Sam called out, loud enough for Shannon to hear on the other end of the line.
"You hear that?" Mike asked, grinning slightly.
"Yeah, I heard it."
"I guess that's what you'd call unanimity of opinion, wouldn't you?"
"I've got the point."
"So how do you feel, Sergeant? Like I said, if you'll agree to be the hostage, and we get our safe transport to the airport, and we're on that plane, and there's no monkey business, and no guns, nothin' like that, it's okay. I mean, except our guns. And we wanna check out the pilot, too, just to make sure that there's no crap bein' pulled. And just two pilots. A pilot and a co-pilot. You got me?"
"Okay, okay, gotcha. I guess that would be acceptable."
"Except for one thing. You haven't said anything about you serving as the hostage."
"Well, I guess it's all right with me," he said after a brief pause. "But again, Mike, I've gotta check this out with the Chief. It's important that we get together on this whole thing."
"How long do you think it'll take?"
"Well, the Chief would have to get clearance from the Mayor on something like this. I mean, after all, this is a pretty serious matter. This is something involving citizens of this city. So the Chief would want to make sure that he's on solid ground before he makes a move. He'd at least discuss it with the Mayor."
"Has the Mayor been informed about this before now?"
"Only sketchily."
"Only sketchily. Hell, you clowns have had enough time to give him a word-by-word description of everything that happened. That's a funny one. At any rate, Sam and I are gettin' as impatient as hell."
"You tell 'em, Mike," Sam shouted.
"We don't wanna just sit around here waiting. We expect to go. I mean, we wanna receive word one way or the other. So let us know and let us know fast. I mean, don't be takin' the whole fuckin' night."
"If you'll calm down now, Mike, I think we can discuss this matter and resolve it to your satisfaction," the Sergeant said placatingly. "As I said, it would be all right with me to serve as the hostage. I'd go along with it. But it has to be discussed. The whole thing does. And we have to make arrangements."
"Okay, okay, but get back to me. Get back to me soon. You hear me?"
"I hear you."
"So how soon would that be? I mean, in my books soon means like say in the next few minutes. With you it might mean six hours from now."
"No, we realize that to do that would be jeopardizing the lives of the hostages, the very people we're trying to protect. We'll be in touch with you in no more than a half hour. How would that be?"
"We can wait another half hour. Right, Sam?"
Sam nodded.
"But what we can't do, and what we won't do, is to just wait around the whole damned night and be made fools of by you clowns," he said angrily. "I guess you realize that. I hope you realize, anyway, that anybody's patience can only hold out for so long. Well, mine is just about at an end. I'm damned sick of all this waiting. All this sitting around while you people try and make up your mind. While you get the Chief off the golf course. While you engage in all kinds of bullshit. So let's just knock it off. Give me a buzz back by half an hour from now. You hear me?"
"I hear you," Shannon said.
"Okay, that's good," Mike hung up angrily.
"That's tellin' him, Mike," Sam burst into laughter.
"Those bastards, those damned bastards," Mike exclaimed angrily.
He jumped up from the desk on which he was sitting and stalked angrily in front of it for several tense minutes.
"You're gettin' yourself all worked up for nothin', Mike," Sam said. "Like you always tell me. It's important to be cool. Cool under fire. Especially when things get tough. When they get tense. Well, you ain't doin' that right now. You're doin' just the opposite."
"You're right, you're right," Mike nodded, stopping in his tracks, then easing himself up on top of the desk again. "It's just that I'm tired of all this crazy bullshit. These guys can't get together on anything. It's downright ridiculous."
"I know it is, but Shannon's got the point."
"I hope so."
"We're gonna work this thing out. Just keep your cool. One thing about it. We've got about the most beautiful hostages you can find in this whole damned city. Three genuine knockouts."
"Maybe that's one of the things that's frustrating the hell out of me," Mike sighed.
"Why the hell should it frustrate you?"
"Oh, I guess you can figure it out. Here I had myself a very satisfying screw from Nancy, but since then I haven't done one damned thing. I've just been sittin' here, doin' a steam-up job, waitin' for this Shannon to call. And all the while I'm gettin' hornier. Horny to do something. Wanting to release my tensions. Then I see you makin' it with not one but two of these beautiful-lookin' women. Well, if that wasn't enough to turn me on, I guess nothing would be."
"Okay, but it ain't the end of the world," Sam smiled.
"Just what do you mean by that?"
"I'll tell you what I mean. You cover for me and I'll cover for you. So just peel off your clothes, Mike. Hell, Shannon said it would be around a half an hour."
"I was givin' him a half hour maximum," Mike reminded his friend.
"Okay, however you put it. But don't think that they're gonna be callin' back much before that. Okay, so maybe they do. Let's just assume that maybe they're callin' back after fifteen or twenty minutes. And it's almost for damned certain that it wouldn't be before that, right?"
"Yes, I think you're right."
"So what are you gonna do in the meantime? I mean, you can twiddle your thumbs, sit there with a hard-on lookin' at these glorious-lookin' women.
Or you can take your clothes off and start fuckin'. Hell, how often is it that you run into not one but three women this good lookin'?"
"As a matter-of-fact, I never have," Mike said. "As much ass as I've gotten, I can't say that I've ever dicked anybody any better lookin' than these three women. And havin' all three of 'em here at one time. Well, I guess that is driving me bats."
"Then do somethin'-about it, you fool," his friend said. "Just take off your things. Hell, I'll cover for you. I'll keep the gun on these women and they're not gonna try anything. They haven't up to now and they won't get foolish. Besides, I think that they're all startin' to enjoy it. They're not gonna admit it. They wouldn't admit anything like that. Oh, no, their egos wouldn't let 'em. They wanna think about us as crude, awful criminals. Dreadful guys. Male chauvinist pigs. The whole works. But down deep they're lovin' the fuckin' they're gettin'. We're screwin' 'em like their husbands, boyfriends, fiances or whoever or whatever never do. Sure, we might be crude animals, but we know how to fuck. We know how to satisfy broads like this. We don't treat them like ladies, we treat them like whores. And that's what they like. They're enjoyin' the novelty. So come on and get your clothes off. Hell, Mike, it'll do you a little bit of good. You're gettin' tense. You're supposed to be cool. That's what you're always tellin' me. Well, practice what you preach."
"You're right, I can't argue with a thing you're sayin'," Mike nodded. "Okay, I guess you do have a point. All right, I'll take my clothes off and do a little fucking. But if the damn phone rings I'll just jump right up and answer it.
"Of course you will. So don't let that bother you. Hell, I'll answer it, tell 'em that you'll be with 'em in just a minute, that you were exercising, doin' some push-ups or somethin'. Anything."
"Okay, okay," Mike nodded emphatically. "So I guess I might as well get the show on the road. You talked me into it, Sam. I'll admit, these are prime-lookin' women, and lyin' around there all naked, lookin' so damned sexy. Oh, damned, I could fuck them all day and night."
"Me, too, absolutely," Sam nodded emphatically.
Mike promptly removed his clothes, sliding his shorts impatiently down his legs and off of him. He then walked over and stood on the rug, staring down at not one but three beautiful and seductive women.
All of a sudden his eyes met those of the eldest of the three women, the experienced redhead, the sultry Cathy. She had done such a magnificent job of bringing the other two girls out, and he could not help but feel tremendous waves of erotic desire for her. Just thinking about her descriptions of sex with Dominique, then watching the manner in which she had sucked the other girls' pussies made him recognize what kind of a sexual firecracker she was, just as hot as the red hair on her head.
He eased his nude body downward on top of the rug, extending his legs, then pointing down toward his hard, blue-veined, phallic tool.
"Come on, Cathy," he exclaimed. "Get down there and start playin' with my prick. Come on, I'll bet you'll do a good job of it. It's a damned shame, though, but I figure your husband's probably not givin' you enough. That really is a shame. Lettin' all those natural resources go to waste. All that beauty. Just look at that fanstastic bod you've got. Ohhh, honey, you're got it all together. Yes, you do. So come on, get in there, let your fingers start roaming. Let them roam over my prick. Give me a good workout."
Cathy reached out and let her fingers glide against the tube-like flesh of Mike's aroused organ. He recognized that sitting there watching all of the sexual pyrotechnics taking place, first of all those involving the girls, then the orgy in which Sam took on Nancy and Harriet, had made him more anxious than ever. As her fingers curled around the warmth of his prick tip, his whole body came unglued in a state of seething and wild desire. His hips and buttocks twitched as he lay there gasping, enjoying the manner in which her fingers were sliding crisply against the tip of his rigid organ.
"OOOHHH, OHHHHHHH, THAT'S SO NIIIIIICE," he sighed. "COME ON, OOOHHH, KEEP ON DRIVING THOSE FINGERS. YES, OOOHHH, REALLY WORK THEM. YES, OOOHHH, FINGER THE TIP OF MY PRICK. ARE YOU EVER TEASING ME WITH THOSE FINGER MOVEMENTS, HONEY. YES, OOOHHH, I LOVE IT. OOOHHH, OHHHHH, IT'S SO GOOOOOOODD."
"There you go," Sam chuckled. "You see, old boy. You wanted to get into it. Okay, now you really are. This fantastic. So let's do it. Let this woman show what she's got. That's plenty."
"It damned sure is," Mike gulped. "Okay, honey. Now you can start extending your movements. Come on and finger the full length of my cock. Up and down, ooohhh, up and down. Stroke me real nice. Come on, ooohhh, stroke my long, hard dick."
As he gasped and sighed, his legs twitching with mounting anticipation, the astute Cathy started to extend her finger movements, manipulating them up and down the full length of his hard, fervent pole. The quicker that his plunging fingers manipulated against his stiffly bloated spear, the louder he gasped and the more overjoyed he became.
Mike reached out and ran his fingers through Cathy's flaming red hair. He wanted to hold her complete captive as she excited and enticed his stiff prick with her sturdy finger manipulations.
"OOOHHH, OHHHHH, YOU'RE ALL MIIIIINE," he grunted. "COME ON, OOOHHH, GET DOWN THERE AND START PLAYING WITH MY BALLS NOW. OOOHHH, OHHHHHHH, FINGER MY NUTS. YES, OOOHHH, OHHHHH, I WANT YOU TO REALLY FINGER THEM. OOOHHH, OHHHHH, KEEP UP THAT ACTION. OOOHHH, OHHHHHH, COME ON, FINGER MY NUTS. OOOHHH, OHHHHH, OOOHHH, DO IT. OHHHHH, COME ON, FINGER MEEEE. OOOOWWWW, FINGER MEEEEE."
Her fingers scraped warmly against the bloated flesh of his hair-covered scrotum. Every now and then she would let them clutch tightly against his egg-like testicles, causing him to heave loud gasps and beg for evern more of the same.
Finally he recognized that the time had arrived to push her even further, to guide her tongue against the stiff rigidity of his warm, inflamed phallic pole.
"OOOHHH, I'LL BET YOU CAN SUCK COOOOOOOCK," he grunted. " SO COME ON, HONEY. OOOHHH, I WANT YOU TO GET STARTED. YES, OOOHHH, I WANT YOU TO DO IT RIGHT NOOOOOOOWWW."
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
As Mike stared at the enticing sight of the red-haired beauty preparing to thrust her tongue forward, he looked over in the direction of Harriet, who was sprawled out only a few feet away.
"Come on over here, honey," he looked at Harriet and smiled. "I wanna get you in on the action, too."
Harriet walked over to where Mike was lying sprawled out on his back, his hard cock preparing to be sucked.
"Now we're gonna have some interesting action," Mike said. "If old Sam could have an orgy, then so can I."
"That's what I was tryin' to tell ya," Sam laughed. "Hell, yes. So come on, Mike."
Mike became thoroughly aroused just staring at the petitely lovely body of the innocent-looking Harriet.
"Okay, baby, here's what we're gonna do," he said. "Just shove that beautiful behind of yours down over my face. I wanna tongue your pussy. I'm gonna tongue it real nice. Tongue your hot slit while your friend, the distiguished loan officer, is sucking my cock. Damned, this is really something. All this happening at a bank. It's just too damned bad that the manager isn't here. I'm sure your boss would be quite impressed to see how you girls were pleasing two customers. As a matter-of-fact, when all this is over, we'll just have to send a nice letter to your boss tellin' him just how good you girls are. That you deserve a raise. Of course, he might wind up fuckin' with you instead of giving you the raise. Or maybe he'll do both. At any rate, we're gonna get into it right now. So come on, Harriet, baby, and just spread those nice cheeks of yours a little. Just give me access to your fantastic pussy. Ahhh, I wanna tongue it. I wanna be puttin' my tongue to work while your friend's suckin' my cock."
He watched as Harriet obediently extended her legs, giving him a good look at her moist, pink vagina, which looked so enticing to him. Now his tongue began to itch with the same degree of passionate anticipation as did his cock.
"Okay, honey, it's time for you to get into it," he looked at Cathy and grinned. "You've done so well so far. Okay, start suckin' my balls. Then go down on my prick. That's the way I want it. Then while all this is happening I'm gonna be tonguing that beautiful pussy of this gorgeous woman."
Sam could not help but grin, seeing that his friend was in a highly ecstatic state. He pushed his tongue forward, letting it explore the moist folds of the young woman's pussy flesh. Once again Harriet could not help but feel dirty, like she was being used and abused. Yet all the same, as her lover's hotly dilating tongue kept on pushing its way into the fiery furnace of her vagina, she also recognized that, just as Sam had said a few minutes earlier, these two men were able to provide herself and her two female co-workers with a tremendous amount of passionate satisfaction. They might have been crude, but along with the crudeness they possessed a daring that no man that she had ever encountered could quite match.
As his swirling tongue continued to grind against the warmth of her succulent vagina, he in turn was sucked with great gusto by Cathy. She let her swirling tongue grind against the warmth of his bloated testicles for a little while, after which she then started to assertively grind her tongue against the full length of his hard, aroused penis. Up and down her head bobbed with great passion and conviction, and as he was sucked with great delight, he was being pushed that much nearer to the state of a stormy climax.
It soon became just a question of who would juice first, Mike or the lovely Harriet. The faster that his steaming tongue ground as it worked its way inside her sweltering orifice, the quicker that her whole body gyrated. Before long she let him know just how much she was enjoying it.
"OOOHHH, MIKE, OOOHHH, CAN YOU EVER SUCK PUSSY," she grunted. "OOOHHH, BABY. YES, OHHHHHHHHH, KEEP THAT SWIRLING TONGUE DRIVING. OOOHHH, GRIND IT INSIDE MY MOUND. MY DARLING, OOOHHH, SWEETHEART, REALLY SUCK ME. OOOHHH, SUCK MY HOT PUSSY. OOOHHH, YOU'VE GOT TO GET ME OFF WITH YOUR TONGUE. OOOHHH, IT FEELS SO GOOD. I FEEL GOOD ALL OVER. TONGUE ME, OOOHHH, TONGUE ME OFF. OOOHHH, REALLY DO IT. OOOHHH, KEEP GLIDING WITH YOUR TONGUE. SUCK ME, MY SWEET. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, TONGUE, TONGUE, TONGUE. OOOHHH, WHAT A TONGUE."
Her writhing buttocks continued to cascade back and forth with great appreciation as the solidly assertive Mike continued to grind his tongue inside her nest. Every now and then he would propel her into a state of even greater anxiety as he let his tongue scrape against the electrified bud of her seething clitoris. Her head swirled in a state of feverish delight as she looked forward to that great moment when the juices would spray from her pussy and into his mouth.
"OOOHHH, CAN YOU EVER TAKE CHARGE," she sighed. "COME ON, BABY.
OOOHHH, KEEP TONGUING ME. OOOHHH, KEEP SLIDING THAT HOT TONGUE. OHHHH, REALLY DO IT. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, JUST GET ME OFF. OOOHHH, MY DARLING. OOOHHH, TONGUE ME. YES, OOOHHHH, KEEP DRIVING YOUR TONGUE. OOOHHH, PLANT IT INSIDE MY BOX. OOOHHH, OHHHHH, REALLY PLANT IT. OOOHHH, OHHHHH, OHHHHH, AAAHHH, I'VE GOT TO JUICE. OOOHHH, OHHHHH, I'VE JUST GOT TO JUICE."
While on the subject of juicing, Mike was pushing that much closer to an orgasm of his own. The highly skillful tongue-and-finger artist, Cathy, was keeping him satisfied on two fronts. While her throbbing tongue manipulated its way up and down the rubbery length of his blue-veined dagger, her fingers reached down and scraped against the warmth of his testicles. Every now and then her fingers would push tightly against the saliva-wet flesh, which she had earlier sucked to a passionate frenzy.
As Mike's body twitched with developing excitement, his tongue continued to assert itself, pushing into the warm, enticed folds of his lover's cuntal flesh. Soon she could withstand no more in the way of that kind of wild, impassioned tongue thrusting. The juices started to explode from her seething vagina.
"OOOHHH, OHHHH, OHHHHH, THAT'S SO GOOOOOOOD," Harriet loudly declared. "COME ON, HONEY. OOOHHH, OHHHHH, SUCK ME. OHHHH, KEEP YOUR TONGUE GRINDING. OOOHHH, IT'S SUCH A GOOD FEELING. OHHHH, OOOHHH, COME ON, OOOHHH, DO IT. OOOHHH, SWEETHEART. OOOHHH, SUCK EVERY DROP OF IT. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, EVERY DROP. GET IT ALL. OOOHHH, OHHHHH, I CAN'T GET ENOUGH OF IT. OOOHHH, OHHHHHHHH, AAAAAHHHHHH!"
The final few drops of pussy fluid exploded into Mike's mouth. As he released his tongue from Harriet's flaming vagina, he then looked up at the enticing sight of Cathy driving her tongue up and down his long, throbbing penis, recognizing that he was practically at the point of orgasm. Her fingers reached down and tugged one more time at his balls, causing his swirling body to slide back and forth on top of the rug.
"OOOHHH, OHHHHH, AAAHHH, WHAT A SUCKER," he exclaimed. "OHHHH, BABY. KEEP THAT CRISP TONGUE WORKING. DAMNED, OOOHHH, MANIPULATE IT. YES, OOOHHH, MANIPULATE IT INSIDE MY HOT SLIIIT. OOOHHH, OHHHH, THAT FEELS SO GOOD. OOOHHHHH, AAAHHH, DRIVE IT INSIDE ME. OOOHHH, PLANT IT INSIDE MY PUSSY. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, JUST TONGUE ME. OOOHHH, TONGUE ME REALLY NICE. OOOHHH, COME ON AND DO IT. OOOHHH, I'M SO CLOSE NOW."
Mike reached down and let his fingers slide through the redhead's flaming hair. He loved watching her head bob and her hair sway as she kept up her assertive sucking, driving him that much closer to the inevitable moment of climax.
"JUST A FEW MORE STROOOOOOKES," he sighed. "OHHHH, KEEP YOUR TONGUE MOVING. OOOHHH, DRIVE IT. YES, OHHHHH, DRIVE IT. SUCK ME. OOOHHH, SUCK MY HOT PRICK. OOOHHH, SWEETHEART. OOOHHH, I'M JUST SO CLOSE. OOOHHH, SO VERY CLOSE. OOOHHH, YOUR TONGUE, OOOHHHH, SUCK ME. SUCK ME. SUCK ME OOOOFFFF."
Several crisp, emphatic strokes later, Mike was unable to hold back the flood tide of thick, white jissum that was inevitable destined to pour from the end of his solid organ and into Cathy's mouth. His buttocks wiggled back and forth and he thrust his penis forward, driving it deep inside her mouth as her tightly clasping lips grabbed hold of his searing organ. She kept clasping tightly as the rubbery shaft ground into the tight depths of her throat.
Finally, as she stroked his testicles one last time, the searing, impassioned drops of his thick, white fluid escaped from the end of his hard, stirring prick.
"OOOHHH, OHHHH, SUCK IT, SUCK IT, SUCK IT AAALLL," he sighed. "OOOHHH, OHHHHH, JUST GET IT. OOOHHH, OHHHH, GET EVERY BIT OF IT. EVERY DROP. OOOHHH, OHHHHH, EVERY DROP OF THE HOT STUFF. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, THAT'S SO GOOD. OOOHHH, SWALLOW IT, SWALLOW IT, REALLY SWALLOW IIIITTT."
He kept running his fingers through her hair as he listened to the loud gulping sounds of the red-haired beauty as she sought to capture every drop of his sperm explosion. He looked up at Sam and grinned. Sam winked an I-told-you-so type wink, destined to remind Mike of how foolish he had been for letting himself get this worked up without joining in the action.
Now he was making up for lost time, exploding a hot volley of impassioned white jissum into the gullet of his attentive lover, who had sucked him to that dramatic moment in time.
"COME ON, OOOHHH, GET EVERY DROP OF IIIIITT," Mike sighed. "OOOHHH, HONEY. OOOHHH, OHHHH, SWALLOW ALL OF IT. OOOHHH, THIS IS SO GOOD. OOOHHH, CAN YOU EVER SUCK COCK. CATHY, BABY, OOOHHH, AAAHHH, YOU'RE SO GREAT."
She sucked his steaming prick until the final few drops of sperm had exploded from the end of it. After that she withdrew her mouth from his organ.
"Nice, you're really something, Cathy," he grinned. "As for you, Harriet, darling, you're all right. As a matter-of-fact, you've got a sweet pussy, honey. Just the kind I love to suck."
After she had orgasmed, Harriet had sprawled out on the rug, watching the unfolding action between Mike and Cathy. He leaned over and affectionately patted the brunette's shapely buttocks.
"How do you feel now, Harriet?" Mike asked. "You were so uptight about sex. You sure loved it when I was driving my tongue inside your pussy."
"Yes, I've got to admit that I did like it," Harriet replied, "but I'm not proud of myself for all this. I'm just wondering what's happening to me. I shouldn't be enjoying sex of this kind."
"Sure you should," Sam snapped. "Don't be acting like you're too damned good for us. You understand, honey?"
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean it that way," Harriet said.
"That's sure as hell how it sounded," Mike observed.
"I know. What I meant was that I'd always thought of myself as the kind of woman who just couldn't warm up to a man that fast. I thought of women who could as not being very virtuous. That's what I'm saying."
"Now that's a bunch of baloney," Sam said disgustedly. "Hell, I'd throw all those silly thought away. Just get in there and enjoy yourself, like you did a few minutes ago. Isn't that right, Mike?"
"Yeah, I'd sure have to say so," Mike said. "This was what I'd call a really good screw. I got me a fantastic cock sucking while I was going down on a beautiful pussy."
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Mike felt a heady, glowing feeling of delight as a result of the manner in which he had enjoyed having sex with Cathy and Harriet.
Now his eyes promptly fixed themselves on the lovely form of the naked and vulnerable-looking Nancy, who lay stretched out on a far corner of the rug. He examined her sensuous, firm thighs and magnificently tapered ankles, then let his eyes wander upward toward the jutting perfection of her silky smooth breasts. Finally his eyes dropped down between her legs, to the enticing sight of her fleecy pubic vee. The longer that he stared at her rapturous nudity, the more he realized that it was entirely possible for him to perform again. Now he was beginning to see just what he had been missing out on when he allowed Sam so much in the way of latitude while he performed the service of the highly responsible watchdog. If Sam could enjoy himself, so then could he. Not that he had been completely removed from the sex scene. It was just that he always withdrew to a greater extent than Sam, recognizing that it was important for him to maintain a cool head in the face of all kinds of responsibility. Sam had told him to loosen up a little, and now he was getting the message loud and clear. Even though his penis was slightly flaccid, he could feel little nervous twitchings in it, indicating that there was plenty of life left in his cock.
He stared over at Nancy for several long moments, then gestured toward her.
"It all started with you today, Nancy, and I want you again," he told her. "Come on over here and join me, Nancy baby."
The other two girls got up and walked away, stretching out on the rug in the distance, realizing that it was time for their friend Nancy to become involved in the action.
An expression of great delight immersed itself on Mike's entire face as he watched Nancy slowly glide her magnificently proportioned body toward him. He liked the manner in which her ass cheeks glided from side to side as she walked. That produced even more nervous twitchings in his penis.
"Okay, honey, just slide yourself right down here and join me," he said.
"You see, you're letting yourself go now and that's good," Sam said. "You've gotta loosen up, Mike. At least loosen up a lot more than you have in the past. I told you that."
"You're so right, Sam. Just look at this gorgeous hunk of woman. Isn't she something?"
"I sure as hell think so," Sam laughed. "Yes, indeed. She's one hell of a good-lookin' fox. Yes, Nancy baby. You've got enough goin' for you to put lead in any guy's pencil."
"Speaking of lead in a pencil," Mike chuckled, "that's what I wanted you to accomplish. I want you to reach out with both hands, honey. I want you to move those crisp fingers real nice. Start slidin' 'em up and down my prick. Get it good and hard again. I want that cock of mine to be rock hard so that I can give you one hell of a wild fuck. That's what I'm gonna do, really screw that fantastic body of yours. Come on, baby. Just let those fingers of yours roam. Really let them go to work. Ohhh, how I want you. How I want that gorgeous body of yours. Yeah, I want it, I really do want it."
The stunning young blonde woman reached out with both hands, beginning to glide her fingers up and down the full length of his organ. It wasn't completely hard yet, but was definitely on its way. He remembered that it had been a lot more limp immediately following orgasm, but now, as her fingers glided up and down the surface of it, she could see that the situation was indeed promising as far as Mike reaching erection was concerned.
" He nodded with great delight, observing the fact that his cock was becoming considerably harder. The faster that her fingers methodically pumped as she ground them up and down his ever-expanding rod, the louder that he began to gasp. His legs began to twitch and sway as he started to feel the overall pressure of the mounting eroticism, pressure that he felt from the top of his head right down to the tip of his toes.
"Come on, keep busy with those fingers," he grunted. "Yes, go ahead and slide your fingers. Work them up and down my long, stiff cock. Ooohhh, that's really doing it. Ohhhh, yes, you'-ve gotta really finger me. Ohhh, finger my hard cock. Honey, keep it going. Keep those fingers of yours driving. Yes, ooohhh, work them up and down my long, hard prick. Ooohhh, that's so good. Yes, ooohhhh, I really like that. Ohhh, keep on fingering, yes, ooohhh, really finger me."
Her fingers ground against the warmth of his ever-inflating cock after which she then wrapped her fingers around the leathery surface of his inflamed scrotum. He continued to feel the waves of sensual exhilaration reverberating through his entire body. Up and down her fingers pumped and slid as she manipulated them against the full length of his ever-expanding cock. Finally his penis had attained full erection, at which point he recognized that it was time to launch into some wild and vigorous sex action.
"Oh, honey, you've really got it made," he sighed huskily. "Yes, indeed, baby. You did such a good job of fingering my cock. Well, now that you've turned me on I'm gonna return the favor. I'm gonna see to it that you get turned on in a big way by me."
He reached out and made a grab for her smooth, trim thighs. Slowly he parted them, and as he did, he dropped his head down between the sensuous blonde's legs.
Now his eyes were able to carefully examine every gnarled curl of her sparkling, blonde pubic vee. He pushed his tongue forward, inhaling the invigorating aroma of her womanliness. As his fingers clutched tightly against her slightly trembling, slightly sweaty thighs, he propelled his tongue against the warmth of her muff.
"OOOHHH, OHHHHH, IT FEELS GOOOOD," Nancy exclaimed. "OOOHHH, OHHHHH, JUST GRIND YOUR TONGUE. OH, DARLING, OOOHHH, HOW I WANT IT. OOOHHH, OHHHH, AAAHHH, I WANT YOU TO TONGUE ME. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, OHHHHH, TONGUE ME. YES, OOOHHH, BRING ME OFF. OOOHHHH, AAAHHH, BRING ME OFF WITH YOUR TONGUE."
All the while, Sam became increasingly more intrigued as he watched the developing action. He loved observing the wild-eyed expression in Nancy's eyes, which alternately closed, then would roll as she heaved sigh upon sigh, enjoying the stiffly projecting tongue that her attentive lover was employing in her silky smooth pubic curls.
Sam's cock kept increasingly hardening, and now he could not help but envy his friend over the position that he was in, being able to stimulate this gorgeous blonde to the extent that he was doing. Sam also recognized that, after he finished bringing her off, Mike would launch into something else. He would find an appropriate level of sexual conduct in which to fully satisfy his hard, throbbing prick, which Nancy had ever so attentively fingered until it had regained its former hardness, that which it had enjoyed prior to his last orgasm.
After his tongue had explored the region of Nancy's dampened blonde pubic curls, he then began to atack the flaming surface of her velvety smooth, ever warm, moist vagina. Back and forth his stimulating tongue ground as it worked its way with steadfast anxiety inside her seethingly moist organ. The quicker that he plunged it, the closer he drove her onto an inevitable climax, which she was anticipating in no small measure.
"OOOHHH, OHHHH, YOUR TONGUE IS SO BEAUTIFUL," she sighed. "OHHHHHH, OOOHHH, JUST DRIVE IT. OOOHHH, OHHHHH, REALLY SLIDE IT. OOOHHH, OHHHH, DRIVE YOUR TONGUE. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, TONGUE ME. YES, MY DARLING. OOOHHH, TONGUE ME OFF."
As his lightning tongue continued to sensitively yet rapidly apply itself to the warmth of her succulent pussy, he reached out with both hands and let his fingers glide tightly against the curvaceous warmth of her jutting breasts. As they glided back and forth, swaying from the anxiety she was feeling and the body movement that resulted therefrom, she heaved sigh upon sigh, loving every touch that he provided, enjoying the swirling tongue strokes that he seethingly employed in her fiery cuntal region.
"OOOHHH, OHHHH, OHHHHH, YOU'RE GETTING ME SO CLOSE," she told him. "COME ON, HONEY. OOOHHH, OOOWWWEEE, WRAP YOUR TONGUE AROUND MY CUNT. OOOHHH, OHHHHH, MAKE ME EXPLODE. YES, OOOHHH, YOUR TONGUE IS DOING IT. OOOHHH, OHHHH, BRING ME OFF. YES, OOOHHHH, TONGUE MY HOT PUSSY. TONGUE IT, TONGUE IT, REALLY TONGUE IIIIITTTTT."
His fingers continued to roam against the curvaceous warmth of her firm breasts as he kept on driving his hotly pistoning tongue, planting it against her moist vagina, propelling her ever closer.
All the while Sam continued to attentively watch the developing sex action. His eyes could not help but sparkle as he observed the manner in which his friend was skillfully employing his tongue, driving it inside the burning fissure of the sultry blonde.
"OOOHHH, OHHH, GET READY," she finally exclaimed. "COME ON, OOOHHH, DARLING. YES, OOOHHH, DRIVE YOUR TONGUE. DRIVE IT REAL NICE. OOOHHH, OHHHH, PLANT IT INSIDE MY PUSSY. OOOHHH, OHHHHHH, YOU'RE GONNA GET ME OFF. OOOHHH, IT'S SUCH A GOOD FEELING. YES, OOOHHH, SUCK A GOOD FEELIIIIIING."
His fingers pushed sharply against the warmth of her pebble-hard nipples as his tongue kept on projecting against her vagina. A few quick, thrusting tongue strokes later, the scalding juices began to explode from her electrified nest, filling his mouth with moist delight.
"OOOHHH, AAAHHH, EAT IT ALL OUT OF MEEEEE," she sighed. "OOOHHH, COME ON, MY DARLIIIIING. YES, OHHHHH, JUST TONGUE ME. OOOHHH, TONGUE ME. OOOHHH, SWALLOW EVERY DROP, SWALLOW EVERY DROP OF MY PUSSY JUICE. OHHHH, AAAHHH, WHAT GREAT TONGUE ACTION. OHHHH, OOOHHH, THIS IS SO GOOD. OOOOWWWW, OHHHHHH, SO VERY GOOOOOOD."
Her buttocks twisted and gyrated with unswerving rapidity, brushing against the rug beneath her as the juices continued to spray, spilling from her overflowing pussy and into her lover's seething mouth.
Eventually Mike removed his tongue from his beautiful lover's nest. He was happy that he had brought her off. Mike looked down at his hard, blazing cock. His fingers smoothly glided against the firm length of his seething stem.
"Okay, here we go," he said. "I'm gonna really give you a workout."
After removing his fingers from his stimulated cock, he reached down and let the first three fingers of his right hand push against the tightness of her vulnerably exposed anus.
"OOOHHH, OUCH," she grunted. "YOU'RE HURTING ME."
"You've got such a cute butt," he grinned. "Oh, damned. What an ass you have, baby."
"You'd better let me alone. That really hurts. Please, don't fool around there."
"You mean to say you think I'm gonna let all these magnificent natural resources go to waste?" he grinned. "Hell, no. It's too damned much fun just running my fingers up that hot butt. And what a beautiful, glorious ass it is. Oh, damned, you're really some kind of gorgeous woman."
He projected his fingers sternly forward once more, letting them drive with vigorous enthusiasm as he pushed them into the tight depths of her now spasming asshole. Her buttocks twisted back and forth in dramatic response to his quickly projecting finger strokes as he ground his finger time and again inside the tight region of her asshole.
"OOOHHH, OHHHH, STOP IIIIITTT," she exclaimed. "OHHHH, YOU DON'T WANT TO HURT ME. PLEASE, DON'T HURT ME. THAT'S PAIN, NOT PLEASURE."
"What the hell," Mike shrugged. "It's damned tough to tell the difference. Especially when you're as turned on as I am. And you are. Listen, baby, any woman will tell you that an erotic sex act can supply some pain, but there's so damned much pleasure you're gettin' along with it that it's worth the effort. Oh, damned, do I ever love that tight asshole of yours."
He plunged his finger into her anus a few more times, then released it. He reached out with his fingers, working them into her pussy and removing some juice, which he then proceeded to stuff inside her anal passage, grinning while he did so.
"What are you doing?" she asked, looking up at him with a worried expression. "You're not acting right, Mike. Please, just let me alone. Either that or let's knock off this nonsense and get back into the regular sex."
"You've got no reason to tell me to do anything," Mike said. "Sam and I are in command here, honey. We've told you that often enough. So I don't wanna hear anything. I don't want any guff. We're just gonna have ourselves a whale of a time. I'm gonna stick my prick in you and stick it in in a way that you've never had it before. Or at least I'll bet you haven't."
"Oh, no," Nancy's face turned pale. "You don't mean?"
"I'm gonna ass fuck you, that's what I mean," Mike declared.
"Of course he is," Sam said. "Don't get so shook up about it, honey. He's gonna give you a whale of a good time. That's what he's gonna do. Hell, yes. So let's get into it. Let's get into it right now."
"You got the right idea, Sam," Mike laughed. "Yes, indeed. This is fun. This is damned good fun. And it's gonna be fun for you, too, Nancy baby. You're just a little scared in the beginning. And that ass of yours will be sensitive for the first few strokes. Then it's gonna be nothin' but clear sailing. Enjoyable screwing. You're gonna just love every bit of it."
"Oh, please, let's not go that far," she said, the worried expression remaining etched on her face. "No, don't hurt me. Please don't hurt me with your cock."
"Come on and stop talking," he chuckled. "I'm gonna really drive my prick up your ass. Oh, damned, is that ever gonna be fun. I'm gonna drive it like hell, slam it hard, you're gonna get an education, honey, a great education."
With that he reached out and grabbed her thighs, shoving her legs over his shoulders. From there he got a good view of her upturned ass cheeks, which twisted in a state of provocative opposition. He knew that he had to move and move fast, since otherwise he would have a much sterner fight on his hands.
"Hang on, honey, because you're' gonna get fucked and fucked good," he declared.
With that he plunged his hard, explosive cock forward, watching as it disappeared into the tightness of her asshole. He pushed it hard and fast, sparing nothing, determined to break her in as swiftly as possible.
Her whole body shuddered as she felt the violent shock waves of pain resulting from his knife-like intrusion into her rear tunnel.
"OOOHHH, OHHH, OHHHH, YOU BRUUUUUUTE," she shrieked. "OHHHH, STOP IT. OOOHHH, STOP IT. OOOHHH, YOU'RE KILLING ME WITH YOUR COCK. OOOHHH, YOU'RE JUST KILLING ME. I CAN'T TAKE ANYMORE. STOP, OOOHHH, PLEASE STOOOOP."
"Stop nothing," he laughed. "Not when I've got a tight ass like this to fuck. Oh, damned, you were just made for a sodomy, honey. Ohhh, even the way you wiggle your butt. Ohhh, what a tight ass fuck you are."
Sam watched the salty tears of frustration and pain roll profusely down both sides of the stunning blonde's face. Her face reddened and he observed an expression of pain etched on it, but he knew, just like Mike, that it would only be short-lived. In time, he felt, this erotic woman would learn to enjoy ass fucking.
"Come on and screw her asshole, Mike," Sam called out enthusiastically. "Oh, damned, you've really got it all working now. I envy you screwing that beautiful butt. That's one hell of a beautiful woman. Oh, yeah, just keep your hard cock plunging. Keep pushing it up her butt."
Mike kept gasping and sighing, enjoying every pulsating stroke that he sent forth. Before long he was slamming his stiffly projecting cock all the way into the ravaged depths of her bowels, indundating her rectum with his hard, thudding penile penetration.
Her whole body shuddered and spasmed from the violent shock waves of pain that tremored throughout her whole being. The harder that he hammered her with his stiff, inflated organ, the better that he liked it, feeling waves of delight as his thudding testicles smacked against her upturned ass cheeks.
"OOOHHH, OHHHH, YOU'RE SUCH A GOOD FUUUUUCK," he declared. "OOOHHH, WWWWWHHHHHEEEE, YOU'RE MADE TO ORDER FOR FUCKING. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, I CAN'T GET ENOUGH OF YOU. OOOHHH, OHHHHH, NANCY, BABY.
OOOHHH, THAT'S SUCH GOOD SCREWING. OOOHHH, OHHHHHH, IT'S SO GOOD, SO GOOD, SO VERY, VERY GOOOOOD."
His stiffly driving cudgel worked its way into the tightness of her asshole. Her buttocks wiggled out of control, and soon the tears vanished. After that, despite the intermittent feelings of pain that abounded in her anal region, the stunning blonde started to think about what Mike had said earlier. He had told her that, no matter what she might think, she would learn to enjoy the hard, penetrating cock stabs that he sent into her asshole. Now she was beginning to see that this was indeed true, and the harder that he hammered her with his stiffly spearing cock, the closer that he pushed himself to the state of a wild and joyful climax.
He listened to the loud smacking sound of his thudding testicles as they continued to penetrate against the warmth of her searing, rapidly wriggling ass cheeks. Now she was no longer crying, and finally she admitted just how much she was beginning to enjoy getting ass fucked.
"OOOHHH, THIS IS SO WILD," she grunted. "OOOHHHH, I LOVE IT SO MUCH. OOOHHH, HONEY. YES, OOOHHHH, KEEP STROKING. OOOHHH, KEEP PLUNGING YOUR COCK INSIDE MY ASS. OOOHHH, OHHHHH, THAT'S SO VERY GOOD. OOOHHHH, AAAHHHH, I JUST LOVE IT. OHHHH, I JUST LOVE THE FEEELIIING."
Sam kept on watching the action, and as he did, he felt tugging waves of uncontrollable desire in his prick.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Finally Sam could hold out no longer.
He got up from his chair and walked swiftly toward where the action was proceeding. He continued to hold on to his gun. He stood right next to Mike, watching him as he kept on driving his skewering cock into the burning depths of his lover's tight, besieged anus.
"I've gotta join you, Mike," Sam panted. "My cock's just out of control. You know what we oughta do?"
"What?" Mike asked gaspingly.
"We oughta sandwich this broad," Sam chuckled. "She's so damned sexy. She's got such a beautiful body. She deserves to get as much pleasure at one time as a woman can get. The only thing we couldn't plug up would be her mouth, and if we just had one more guy we could do that."
"I know. It's a pity we don't," Mike said.
"But we can still give her a sandwich and I'll bet she's never had that.".
"What do you mean by a sandwich?" Nancy looked up at Sam and curiously asked.
"By a sandwich we mean that you're getting two holes fucked at the same time," Sam chuckled. "While Mike's puttin' the finishing touches on his ass fuck, I'll be drilling your pussy. We'll cool both of your holes, honey, and you won't ever forget it."
"It sounds wild, really wild," she laughed.
"It is wild," Sam promptly responded.
He shoved his hard, driving cock forward, implanting it into the tight-fitting warmth of her cunt. His body would rock forward at the same moment in time as did Mike's, and together they enjoyed all kinds of stimulating sensations.
Sam gasped and sighed, and soon, as he continued to drive his hard, incessantly plunging prick into the tightenss of the beautiful blonde's besieged pussy well, he loosened the grip on the gun altogether. Eventually he laid it down next to him, deciding that it would not do any harm in that the other two women were quite a distance away, and were fearful of making a foolish move anyway. On top of that, he had freer access this way, and he immediately put both hands to work as he reached out and let his fingers tweak against the warmth of her crinkly nipples as he kept on slamming his cock forward, driving it deep inside her tightly clasping pussy.
"OOOHHH, OHHHHH, WHAT A TIGHT CUUUUNT," Sam declared. "OOOHHH, HONEY. COME ON AND SNAP THAT BEAUTIFUL PUSSY. YES, OOOHHH, I CAN'T GET ENOUGH OF THIS ACTION. OOOHHH, THIS BEAUTIFUL ACTION. OHHHH, OOOHHH, AAAHHH, I JUST LOVE IIIIIIT."
His buttocks wiggled with dramatic excitement as he kept on slamming forward with his hard, sharply projecting spear, letting it drive into the tight-fitting depths of her aroused pussy.
While Sam continued to drive his stiff prick inside the lovely blonde's vagina, the delirious Mike, his entire body covered with sweat, pushed himself diligently toward the state of an explosive climax.
His sharply pistoning dagger slammed back and forth, driving into the tight depths of her rubbery rectum. He loved the overpowering tightness of the screw, and knew that he could not hold out for much longer.
"I'm just about there," he said. "What about you, Sam?"
"Oh, damned, me, too," Sam replied. "I can't take too much of this. Oh, it's just too much. Oh, damned, what fantastic fucking. Ohhhh, is this ever a screw. Is this ever a magnificent screw."
Sam's fingers continued to tightly project against the warmth of his lover's nipples as he kept on slamming his hard cock forward, driving it into the tightness of her succulent, warm, moist vagina. Finally the lovely blonde could withstand no more in the way of erotic sensations. The juices started to flow from her pussy, splashing against the intruding warmth of Sam's hot, rapidly thrusting organ.
"OOOHHH, OHHHHHH, OOOHHHH, THERE I GOOOOOO," she sighed. "OOOHHH, MY DARLING. OOOHHH, FUCK ME, SAM. OOOHHH, MIKE, HONEY. DRIVE YOUR PRICK UP MY ASSHOLE. OOOHHH, OHHHHH, DO IT TO ME. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, COME ON AND SCREW ME. OOOHHH, REALLY SCREW ME. OOOHHH, OHHHHH, FUUUUUCK, FUUUUUCK!"
Feeling the warmth of her splashing pussy goo, Sam felt that much more aroused as he kept on gliding his cock into the pierced depths of her pussy. A few hot, jarring stabs later, he could hold out no longer. The juices began to pour from the end of his lust-bloated prick.
"OOOHHH, OHHHHHH, I'M JUICING, TOOOOOO," he announced. "OOOHHH, HONEY. OHHHHHHH, WHAT A TIGHT PUSSY. YES, OOOHHH, I JUST CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE. OHHHHHH, OOOHHH, IT'S JUST TOO MUCH. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, IT'S SO GREAT."
As for Mike, the only member of the sensual trio who had yet to orgasm, he could feel the boiling cauldron in his testicles and at the tip of his cock.
Back and forth his hard, steadily projecting penis blasted as he worked it into the tightness of her rectum. Finally he gritted his teeth, heaved a deep gasp, then reached down and slapped with ecstatic desire against her rapidly gyrating buttocks.
"OOOHHH, OHHH, HERE IT GOOOOES," he exclaimed. "OOOHHH, OHHH, AAAHHH, OOOOWWWW, IT'S BEAUTIFUUUUUL."
"OOOOWWWEEEE, WE'RE MAKING IT ALL AT THE SAME TIME, OOOOHHHH, TOGETHEEEERRRR," Sam exclaimed. "OOOHHH, AAAHHH, FUCK, FUCK, FUUUUCK!"
Mike and Sam finished orgasming almost at the same instant, after which Mike released his penis from the beautiful blonde's ravaged asshole and Sam rolled off of her, catching his breath as he lay stretched out several feet away from where he had abandoned his gun.
As the two men caught their breath, overjoyed as result of all the delirious sexual romping they had experienced, they heard the crisp-sounding voice of Sergeant Shannon.
"Okay, everybody freeze," he said. "Don't make a move. Not even one inch. You're covered, men, really covered."
Sam looked up and observed Shannon standing just inside the bank, not far from the door. He was surrounded on both sides of him by several police officers. All of them were holding guns on the two men.
"Oh, damned," Mike winced. "Sam, you crazy son-of-a-bitch. You laid your gun down. You got carried away with the fucking. That's what I was afraid of in the beginning. I was a fool to ever give in to my passions. And here you were, telling me to enjoy myself."
"I didn't figure they'd be takin' advantage of us like this," Sam shrugged.
"You can't trust the cops, you son-of-a-bitch," Mike exclaimed. "Oh, damned, I'm sorry they've got us covered. I'd like enough time just to blow your damned brains out myself. Oh, hell, what do I mean? What brains?"
"Wasn't fair of you guys to take advantage of us like this," Sam moaned. "Hell, you said you were gonna get us some cover. You said you were gonna get us a limousine and a plane."
"Of course we had to say that," Shannon said.
"How did you know enough to come in here now?" Mike asked.
"One of our men just looked through the window a little while ago and saw you people starting to have sex. We had a feeling that we might be able to break the whole thing wide open without involving anybody else. And without risking the hostages' lives."
"It still was pretty damned unfair," Sam lamented. "You gave us your word."
"You started the whole thing," Shannon reminded them. "Robbing a bank is unfair, too. As a matter-of-fact it's a federal offense. So for people who don't play fair, you've got no right to knock us. Now just ease those bodies of yours up real slow like, and put your hands over your heads. Nice and slow."
The men stared at each other and sighed with exasperation. Slowly they rose to their feet. The girls felt tremendously embarrassed over having the police officers observe them in the nude, but all the same they were relieved. They had nothing more to fear. Not only that, but all three of them had received sexual educations in the course of the unfolding activities with the two hoodlums.
Those educations would be carried into effect in their dealings with other men. As much as they hated what the bank robbers stood for, they had to silently admit to themselves that they had taught them a good deal about life.
