Archive Note: There were multiple instances in this book where someone had used a razor to cut out images. That may explain why there is no 'CHAPTER TWO.'
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CHAPTER ONE
Olive Oil and Chanel
I don't get paid to like people. That's not my job. And it's just as well because I didn't like the pompous little greaseball standing in front of my desk, but I did expect to be paid by him.
"Mr. Grue," he said in a voice syrupy thick with Spanish accent. "You come very highly recommended. . . "
"Uh-huh," I said noncommittally, moving my size twelve gunboats over a bit on the desktop so I could size him up.
Not that there was much to size up. Tops, he was five foot four. He was pushing fifty years old, dressed in a cream-colored, double-breasted suit; the coat cut long below the waist, European style. He had on a white shirt, maroon tie and suspenders, and a pair of white leather shoes, the Italian kind with all the little holes in them. On his head he wore a cream-colored Gatsby hat, wide brim, maroon band around the crown. He had a real tulip bulb of a nose, a pencil mustache and a smug look in his bug eyes. He smelled of old money and Havana cigars.
"What can I do for you. . .Mr. . . ? " I said.
"Hidalgo. Cosimo Hidalgo, Mr. Grue," he said, like it was supposed to mean something to me. When I sat there stone-faced and pulled my chin, he went on. "You may have heard of me. I own Lorelei Oil."
"Uh-huh," I said coolly, like it was an everyday thing for a multi-millionaire olive oil importer to walk into my cruddy Bryant Street office. "Have a seat. . . " I said, pointing at the office's single armchair, a threadbare beauty that was the favorite napping spot of the building's resident mouser, a black tomcat named Huey. Huey was not in the armchair at that moment, but his fallen hairs were.
Hidalgo looked at the chair and said, " No, thank you."
"Suit yourself. What seems to be the problem?"
The stumpy man removed his hat. His thinning black hair was plastered to his nut brown skull by what appeared to be some of his own product. He gave me a soulful, bug-eyed look. "It's my wife. I think she has taken a lover. . . "
That came as no big shock to me for two reasons. One, Exhibit A, Mr. Cosimo Hidalgo ... not exactly a contender for the Mr. Universe title. Two, Exhibit B, my professional reputation. Nine-tenths of the people who walk through the frosted glass door emblazoned "Bascom Grue, Investigations" say pretty much the same thing. I am what you call a specialist in marital cases; more specifically, I find grounds for divorce. I like doing marital work because it is so lightweight, violence-wise, and so very lucrative, money-wise.
"What makes you suspect your wife of cheating?" I asked with all the keen interest I could muster.
"A husband can sense these things, Mr. Grue." He began to pace in front of my desk, hat in hands, hands behind his back. "A man in my position..." he started calmly, thought better of it, and shouted: "I will not have an unfaithful wife! Do you understand?! "
"Sure. I take it you want to hire me to look into bodies would've been dynamite au naturel, big boobs, narrow waists, round asses, but in the dyke costumes they left me cold.
The broad in the middle was the one who raised my cock. The lovely Mrs. Hidalgo. Cena Hidalgo, suspected adulteress. She was five-foot-seven and had a figure like a three minute egg timer ... all tits and ass and no waist. She was wearing a brown suede outfit: jean jacket, short shorts and stiletto heeled boots that came up to her knees. She had ash blonde hair, lots of it, piled up on top of her head. Her face was one of those crosses between kitten and mink that said "Fox!" in the current vernacular. She plainly was a hell of a lot of woman for any man to handle. Poor Cosimo was out of his league.
I waited until the three of them roared off in Cena's white Maserati coupe, as I didn't want to be seen in case I had to do some close tail work later on. Then I waited a little more while my bone went down. When I could walk without a limp, I toted my eavesdropper tool kit to the Hidalgo front door and rang the bell.
I only waited a minute before the door opened and a cute little dark-eyed, honey-skinned chick stuck her head out.
"Jes?" she said, batting her long eyelashes at me. She was dressed in a maid's black and white uniform, a little white cap on her head. Her hair was long, coal black and sexy.
"Hi, I'm from the phone company, Miss," I said in my best bored telephonese. "We got some trouble on the line and I'd like to check your receivers..."
She smiled, showing me her dimples, and opened the door.
Damn! She had some fine receivers, too! Especially for a chick her size. And the legs in black nylons were proportionately long and slender. I took in the clicking high heels and high little ass rotating under her short skirt as she showed me the way to the downstairs phone.
It wasn't the one I was interested in so I just picked it up, listened for a second, and told her it was okay. Then I asked her if I could see the rest of them. She nodded but she made me go up the long staircase first, as if she didn't trust me behind her with a screwdriver in my hand. Smart girl!
I found Cena's bedroom without too much trouble. It was the only one decorated in Early Inquisition: black fuck carpet, flat black walls and drapes, black naugahyde upholstered canopy bed. The only things in the room that weren't black were the mirrors. Mirror under the bed's canopy. Mirrors on the three closest walls. Poor Cosimo!
And the place absolutely reeked of perfume. Chanel Number 5. I figure the lady of the house must bathe in it, or something.
The sweet Latino chickie was making noises at me. Her English was very limited but I got the gist of what she said. She had "berry mush" to vacuum in Cena's room, but I should just go ahead and do my thing.
While I played with the phone, she pushed her vacuum over the upholstery. It was hard to keep the old mind on the task at hand. Every time she'd bend over from the waist to catch a stubborn corner, her short skirt would ride up and I'd get a dick stiffening view of black stockings, garter belt, lacy panties, a pair of firm ass cheeks on either side of a deep cleft, and lower down, curling out the side of her panties' crotch band, tufts of shiny black pubes. i
I was glad when she finished the place and dragged her vacuum into the adjoining room. Not that I didn't enjoy the sights, but I had a job to do. I could hear the vacuum sucking up a storm next door, but there was something funny about it I couldn't put my finger on. To be double safe, I hunkered over the phone, shielding it from view of all the doors, while I unscrewed the mouthpiece and slipped in the bug. It was all done in a blink.
Then it hit me what was wrong with the vacuum cleaner. It was roaring alright, but a steady, even sound, like when it's turned on but not being used. I moved quickly through the open door and it was as I'd suspected: no maid in sight. The canister-style vacuum cleaner sat in the middle of the rug, humming.
Since the room was lined with closets, mirrors, and such, I assumed it was for dressing the fine body of Mrs. Hidalgo. There was a door leading back to the hallway, but it was closed.
I flattened myself against the wall beside the open door and waited.
Not even the drone of the vacuum could muffle the crisp, swishing sound of rayon on rayon, as she walked through the door. I struck like a snake, locking my right arm around her slender neck. She smelled sweet and musky and the fabric of her blouse slipped against her soft skin.
She stiffened in my grip, shocked into immobility. I didn't hesitate, but, in a blur of motion, brushed her short skirt up above her waist, and then plunged my hand inside the front of her lacy panties.
"YEEEE!" she wailed tearfully, as I explored her vulnerable fork.
And what I felt under my fingers made my cock snap to attention: silky soft skin covering a wide, round hummock; and hairs everywhere, dense and luxuriant but not coarse. I squirmed my hand lower, down into downy bush. My fingertips brushed her pussy lips and they were puffy and searing hot. As I parted them with my fingertip, I stuck my tongue in her small ear.
"YEEEE! KA-BRONE!" she yelled, trying to evade my twisting finger. Her round ass rubbed against my hard cock, sending flurries of nut joy to the base of my skull.
Then, reaching even lower into the slick slit, I found her hole, a small harbor in a maelstrom of fiery flesh and jungle pubes. Crooking my finger, I spitted her, penetrating the juicy tube.
"MADRE!! ! " she whined, attempting simultaneously to bite my arm, elbow my kidneys, and kick my shins with her high heels. She only succeeded with the latter. She raked my shins four or five times before I realized how much it hurt.
"Kee-rist!" I bellowed as the pain unmanned me. I let go of her neck, but not her crotch and shoved her away from me hard. My hand got caught up in her panties and there was a ripping sound as she flew forward, spinning around, and falling backwards over the outstretched vacuum cleaner hose. Her head bounced on the floor and she sat there stunned for a second.
Her panties, or what was left of them, were in my hand. I looked down at her and despite the residue of pain I still felt, I sprung another boner.
She lay propped up on her elbows, her dress up over her waist, long legs spread, pussy bare. She looked downright edible. The black hairs on her cunt feathered out over the edge of her round ass-cheeks and her cunt, itself, was a deep red gash.
"Ohhhh," she groaned, putting her hand to her eyes, as she began to come out of it.
My pud was pitching a tent in the jumpsuit and my balls ached and I made up my mind: I had to have a piece. I unzipped the suit and stepped out of it stark naked. My cock stuck out hard and slightly upcurving, like a gnarled tree limb.
She took one look at my long cock and, guessing what I was about to do, she started screaming at me in Spanish, showing me her teeth. What she said sounded like: "POO-TOE! PIN-SHE-POO-TOE-KA-BRONE!! ! ! "
She might have been furious alright, but her slit was even more agitated. She hadn't bothered to close her slim thighs yet, and I could see how swollen her pussy lips were getting and drops of pearly moisture were mysteriously appearing on the pubes sprouting about her hole.
In a moment of inspiration, I snatched up the vacuum's hose, on the end of which was one of those round brushes for doing upholstery. Before she could react, I shoved the humming, sucking thing right on her cunt.
"OOOOOOOH!" she groaned as the soft bristles touched her pussy. She grabbed the neck of the thing and frantically tried to wrench it off her cunt, but I bore down and held it in place.
"MADRE!! ! " she yelped as the deep cleaning action of the Hoover hit her clit. Her long legs flew apart and then locked, twisting tightly around the aluminum tube.
While she wailed curses at me and pounded the rug with her fists, I gave her what for with the upholstery attachment. Holding the sucking hole right on her clit, I rhymically applied pressure to the brush, so the vacuum sang a whining, high-low tune. "Uhhh-Ahhh. Uhhh-Ahhh," it hummed.
"POLICIAM!" she screeched, black eyes wild with a curious mixture of fright and growing passion. She tugged at the brush's bristles, trying to haul them off her cunt. All she succeeded in doing was moving the sucking mechanical mouth up and down faster. "DI-OS" she said, letting go of the brush and taking hold of her lovely hair, which she then proceeded to yank with both hands.
In a gentle circular motion I worked the brush and the sucking hole up and down her angry red slit, leaving not a soft hair untouched, and spreading the fat lips. Then I got the brush's hole centered right over her hole. The top bristles were tickling her clit and the bottom ones her little brown ass-hole.
"Oooooooooh!" she whimpered as the machine began a high pitched howling and the straining motor sucked at her pussy like a fuck-mad Turk. "Oooooh . . .Madres," she said softly.
Her tight little ass shifted ever so slightly, lifting from the floor and into the coarse bristles and sucking maw. The poor vacuum cleaner suddenly started coughing and sputtering like it was sucking up a quart of spilled salad oil off linoleum.
"Ooh! Ooh! Ooh!" she breathed huskily, her high tits heaving, as she reached down for the brushed aluminum tube. She gripped the slurping tube like a great metal cock and set about masturbating it most lewdly ... long, wringing strokes terminating in a tender caress of the pumping brush.
I watched with awe as she unlocked her legs from around the tube and began to flip her hips spasmodically. She ground her ass into the soggy brush, scratching clit and ass-hole while the hungry motor gobbled her snatch. She bucked her hips so hard that it took some doing on my part to keep the brush centered on her pussy. The powerful suction did wonders for her attitude.
My own attitude, which had needed no encouragement from in front, was by this time that of a bull rhino in heat. I was unstoppable. I tore the sucking brush off her drooling slot and had a close look at it. Jeeez! It was sopping wet and the funky, mink in season smell was mind-boggling. My cock, still sticking out like a tree limb, only more purplish and congested looking than before, pulsed ominously.
The little chick cooed at my dick head. "Kay grand-day burrito," she said, slipping a pair of fingers up her own cunt and going to town. Her eyes were glazed and her pointed pink tongue kept flipping out and going around and around her wide mouth.
With shaking hands, I turned the slick brush on the head of my dick. Instantly the suction grabbed hold of my cock and threatened to suck me right up the tube. To get control of the sopping brush, I had to twist it off the tube. I dropped tube and hose on the rug and set about using the upholstery attachment like a paint brush, daubing the slick goo from her cunt on the shaft and helmet of my cock.
Still finger-fucking the hell out of herself, she said something husky and low that I didn't quite catch. Something about a "CHOR-EET-ZO." Then, with hand gestures, she made her hunger clear. Pointing to my cock with her paired index and forefingers, she then, with much lip-licking, thrust those fingers down her throat, plunging them in and out passionately.
No way! What I wanted was between her legs, under that furry black rug. I dropped the brush and knelt at her pussy. Her digits, slimy to the knuckles, were flying into the red hole, spreading the heady scent of her sex. I yanked her fingers out and lined up my dick head with her slot.
No sooner than I touched her box with my cock than she threw her legs about my waist and began humping, a little monkey hanging under me. But my cock wouldn't go in her that way ... she was far too tight. It just sort of mashed into her mons and held her greedy crotch seven inches from my groin.
The fever raging behind my eyes, I pressed my mouth on hers and we touched tongues. She tasted like cumin and cilantro. Slowly, I leaned forward, pinning her to the rug, first, with my chest, then with my cock. Her cunt tightened up at the initial pressure, but I wasn't about to take no for an answer, not with the red hot lips of her pussy slurping at the head of my cock. I kept on pushing, not even drawing back to let the slick rush of her juice ease the way.
"AHHHH-EEEEEEEEEE!! ! " she whined in my ear as cockhead pushed into her twat. So tight and so hot! Sweet cunt lips mouthed my dick as it slid up her. Her legs fell off my back and she began pushing frantically at my shoulders trying to get me off. A ninety-pound girl trying to budge a horny 210-pound stud. It was ridiculous.
"Uuuuumph! OOOOOOH!" she groaned, going suddenly limp as I drew my cock back, taking with it her tightly stretched pussy lips. They looked so tasty, pouting around the greasy shaft of my cock; the down black hairs plastered to it by her juice.
My dick bumped over the slick corrugations of her tube as I lunged forward. Every bump sent my balls twitching and ass-hole flexing. She, too, was getting more into the swing of it. Her face contorted in pleasure-agony and she hissed at me like a cat as I slid all my cock to her. I held her spitted like that for a long moment, digging the feel of her hot pussy enveloping my prick. It was real juicy in there and it kind of quivered.
"DAY-SAY-PREE-SA!! ! ! " she urged, snapping her hips, brushing the velvety soft skin of her inner thighs against the hairy outside of mine.
I drew back and flipped my hips, sending my cock flying into her. She snapped her pussy into my thrust, making my cock leap forward into her cunt, only to slam to a dead stop somewhere at the bottom of her being. "OOOH-KREESTO!" she shrilled.
It was all over but the fucking. I lifted one of her nylon-clad legs and hung it over my shoulder, bearing down, turning her pussy up at a better angle. When I slipped cock to her on the next lunge, she took in a long whoosh of air and held it as I rasped my pubes into her distended pussy, the lips sputtering and farting juice around the base of my dick. And the sweet honey-colored ass went berserk, bobbing and flipping. And her cunt told hold of my cock in a buttered velvet fist and began milking it furiously in quick, powerful pulses.
"UHH! UHH! UHH!" she cried, each cry a hair-raising punctuation as her sloppy pussy gobbled the base of my cock.
The sizzling sparks of feeling were already flying up my cock as I slid a hand down over her bucking ass. So silky smooth! I put a thumb over the puckered mouth of her ass-hole. It was drenched in slippery fuckstuff.
"UHH Ummmmmmm!" she cooed, her lips turning up in a fuck pout, her ass-hole smooching the ball of my thumb.
My ass-hole began to spasm and I knew it was going to happen on the next root-to-tip thrust into her searing maw. I grabbed the still sucking aluminum tube from beside my knee, tore my thumb off her ass and shoved the hungry metal mouth on her butt hole.
"YEEEEEEEEEE!! ! ! ! ! " she screamed as the suction gripped her orifice. The machine whined shrilly and her pussy rippled with convulsions.
I punched my way into her once more, driving past the slick walls of her cunt, and the head of my prick exploded in orgasm. My balls quaked, flocks of geese flapped out my ass-hole, and thick squirt pulsed up my dick, spewing deep inside her.
"UMPH!! UMPH!! UMPH!! " we both puffed and groaned in unison, pumping out our joy. And the room echoed with the squishy-squishy sounds of dick slogging up come-filled cunt and the plaintive wailing of a vacuum cleaner sucking its heart out.
When the Maserati screeched out of the driveway, I did a quick u-turn and the case was on. As it turned out, it wasn't much of a chase. And I should have known right away that it was just too damn easy.
I followed her to an old industrial section of town just north of Broadway about five blocks from the Bay. The street was lined with old red brick warehouses and there was a street light about every two hundred yards. Real cozy spot. I had to hang way back while she parked and then went in a dark doorway. Once she was out of sight, I moved up, lights off, and stopped about a half block away.
I was all ready for my little snoop mission. I had my camera loaded with infra red film and my sneakers on. Super-confident, I opened the car door and turned to step out.
I got a glimpse of jeans and a leather jacket and something long and curving flashed once in the dim street light. Sharp steel touched my adam's apple.
"Don't do anything stupid, prick!" a feminine voice said.
I looked up into the face of one of Cena's pals. It was a nicely formed face, high cheekbones, narrow nose, but the look in those pale eyes was not nice at all. I did my best to grin amicably while what appeared to be a Norwegian filleting knife rasped lightly against my jugular vein.
The passenger door opened and something needle sharp jabbed me over the kidney. "okay, pud-nuts," a husky voice hissed, "get back in and slide over slowly."
Very slowly, I obeyed. The first dyke got behind the wheel while the other one shifted the point of her knife under my chin. "Let's go, Wanda!" she said to the driver.
The Cougar swerved sickeningly as Wanda tromped the gas to the floor. She left ten bucks worth of steel belted radials smoldering on the pavement.
The two dykes seated next to me were only an inch or so shorter than me and their shoulders rubbed mine as we raced through the dark maze of industrial streets.
"Where are we goin'? " I asked.
"Shut your face, snoop!" the dyke on my right ordered.
"Here, Twinky?" Wanda asked, hitting the brakes, and steering out of the skid.
"Yeah, this is it," Twinky said. "Turn in here."
Wanda drove the Cougar into a dark archway between two old buildings. The archway opened onto a weed covered lot.
"Out!" Twinky said, making me slide across the seat and out the driver's side. "Keep your hands where we can see 'em."
I watched Twinky get out of the car. She had some fine tits on her and no bra. They swung real heavily under her striped t-shirt. I looked away quickly, but not quickly enough.
"Watchou lookin' at, Prick?" Wanda snapped, twisting my right arm up behind my back.
It hurt like hell. "Just lookin', " I said through gritted teeth.
"Hey, Twinky, I think Prick has a thing for you," Wanda quipped, applying still more pressure to the armlock.
"Ooh!" she said puckering her full mouth. "I kinda dig him, too." She opened her jacket and shook her torso, making her big tits undulate in front of me. The nipples were hard against the thin cotton fabric of her t-shirt. She leaned forward, mashing her boobs into my chest. "Ooh, Pudnuts-baby, don't that put some bone in your noodle?"
Then my groin exploded in pain as she brought her knee up into my balls. The pain spread to my gut and for a second I thought I was going to lose my triple burger right in her grinning face. Unfortunately, the seizure passed.
They dragged me up some cement steps onto a loading dock and then pushed me through a busted door into an empty warehouse. Then, with Wanda still holding my arm, Twinky squared off in front of me, her legs spread, toes pointed in, snow-plow style.
I knew what came next. Twinky's shoulders remained almost perfectly horizontal as her fists came up from beside her rib cage. Right! Left! Right! Powerful, snapping blows blasted into my guts. I doubled up, folded up like a lawn chair and dropped to my knees. I could hear her breathing in harsh, guttural snorts somewhere above the red haze of pain.
"Some hard guy you turned out to be, Prick," Wanda said, leaning over me and screwing up the arm.
"You're going to be real smart, aren't you, Pud-nuts?" Twinky said, panting. "You're going to drop the Hidalgo case and forget you ever heard the name."
I heard a rustle of brushed denim and looked up to see the sole of a wooden shoe rocketing into my face. Instinctively, I turned my chin away, but the blow connected anyway, and lower than I expected. Just below the collarbone. Not a killing blow, not even a crippler, but it hurt so bad I let out a yell.
"Aw, what a shame," Wanda tut-tutted in my ear.
Then there was the rustle again, and the broad shoe, but I twisted hard to the side.
"Umph!" Wanda grunted as the shoe sizzled past my cheek and caught her square on top of the head.
The sound of that kick displacing air-Thwock!-was still ringing in my ears as I came up. Wanda, stunned, dropped straight back on her ass to the cement. Twinky got off another round house kick before I got to my feet, but I partially blocked with the edge of my hand and it slid off my shoulder.
"We're gonna take you apart, Pudnuts," Twinky promised, circling me, her shoes clunking on the concrete.
"Sure you are," I said, rubbing my chest, watching her eyes in the dim light. When they flinched I was ready. Almost six feet of Kung Fu trained dyke flew in my face. Feinting, jabbing with feet and fists, she tried to get inside my guard. I let her think she had. She launched her favorite kick at my balls but when the hard shoe impacted my balls weren't there. My hands were, though. I caught her foot, pushed and dropped, sweeping her single, supporting leg out from under her. She hit the floor hard, face down.
"My turn, baby," I said, jerking her to her feet and toppling her back over my hip.
"Unh!" she groaned as she met concrete from another angle.
When I hauled her up again, her t-shirt ripped, and a pair of big white tits spilled out. The nipples were large, pale pink rings. I squeezed one in my hand hard. She winced in pain and shot another knee at my balls.
Holding her by the tit, I turned her and her knee away. "Not nice," I chided, ripping at the fly of her jeans. I was so pre-occupied with getting inside her pants that I forgot about Wanda Altogether. A sharp, cracking blow across the mouth reminded me of her. It also made me see stars for a split second.
Strong hands grabbed me by the shirt, turning me around. As the shirt ripped, Twinky fired five quick jabs into my kidneys, but not before I got off a good body punch into Wanda's flat stomach. It was a good thing I got the shot off before the kidney work because afterwards I wasn't much good for anything for a minute or two. I fell to my knees again and then Twinky was tearing my suit coat and shirt off my back, shredding them in her fury.
"You bloody fucking bastard!! " Wanda wheezed, holding her stomach. With her other hand she drew out the long knife. "You're going to kiss your nuts goodbye, Prick," she said.
Twinky's arm whipped around my throat, and she put her weight into the hold, twisting my neck to the side and down. "Cut him, Wanda!" she said gleefully.
I kneeled there on the concrete, my legs slightly spread. I could feel Twinky's big boobs pressing against the naked skin of my back. Her nipples were hard, hot nubbins grinding into my shoulderblades.
Wanda casually reached out with the knife point and slit up the inside of my thigh. The cold tempered steel against my skin sent shivers up my spine. My pants parted under the razor sharp blade like so much wet crepe paper. Carefully, like a surgeon, she cut a big flap in the front of my pants. And when she drew back, the flap fell open.
"I'll be damned!" she exclaimed as seven inches of stiff cock flipped out.
"What? Huh?" Twinky said, leaning over my shoulder to get a look.
Which was all I needed. I tossed the bare-breasted dyke into her friend's astonished face. The knife clattered on the cement as the two women butted heads. I was on Twinky's ass in a flash, tearing open her jeans and then grabbing them by the cuffs. I jerked hard, dragging her across the floor on her buns, pulling her pants halfway down her ass and her cuffs way down over her feet. She had some fine round hips and the glimpse of mound I got showed me a very fine sprinkling of golden wispy pubes. Golden like her ahir.
"Je-sus! Get 'em!" she squeaked at Wanda, trying frantically to keep her pants up and to keep from sliding across the cold floor.
Wanda was still groggy when she came at me. Her pale eyes were barely focusing. I let go of Twinky and took Wanda by the leather lapels. After bouncing her around a couple of times on the concrete, I stood her up, took hold of the neck of her t-shirt and ripped it right off her.
"My-my!" I said, fondling the high, firm tits that jounced free. Not as big as Twinky's, but the nipples were long and erect and made to tug on.
"Stop it!" Twinky yelled, coming at me and tripping over her cuffs. She caught me low and the next thing I knew I was down.
"BASTARD! BASTARD!" Twinky hollered, every holler accompanied by a bone jarring karate punch to the face. She was sitting on my chest and my face was burning, melting from the rain of blows.
I moved fast, before she could beat me unconscious. I brought my legs up, caught her head in a scissors and straightened them out. She came off me real slow, stretching out, her legs locked about my chest. I rolled to the side, dashing her to the floor. And, low and behold under my nose: her out-flung thighs. Her jeans were down about mid-thigh and there was just enough room to get my head in.
"OWWWW!! ! ! " she yelped as I bit her hard on the ass.
She squirmed and something hot and fuzzy brushed my lips. Grabbing the top of her thighs, I dragged her pussy down on my mouth, spearing it with my tongue.
"GOD ! HELP!! ! WANDA!! ! ! " she screeched as I found her hole and had a deep tongue taste.
My ass exploded in agony as Wanda laid into it with her wooden shoes. Again and again she kicked me as I struggled to get free of the funky slot. Of course, Twinky, getting into the spirit of the game, locked her thighs about my head, holding my mouth tight to her pussy and my ass vulnerable to Wanda's kicks.
"OOOOOH!" Twinky squealed as my tongue tried to twist free of her tight tube. "OOOH, KILL HIM!! ! "
Finally, I wrenched loose, rolled and got to my feet. I came up swinging. Bam! Bam! Bam! Wanda's head jerked back like a puppet on string. Bam! Bam! Bam! Her jaw sagged, her knees went slack. She was out on her feet, but she wouldn't go down. I grabbed her pants and yanked them down to her knees, while she stood there with a glassy look in her eyes. She had a lot more hair than Twinky. And from the black color of it, I guessed her golden hair was a dye job. I put a hand on her hairy mound and groped in between her legs. Her cunt was sopping wet! My cock stiffened at the slick feel of it under my fingertips. Her fat lips were a mile apart, so it didn't take any lengthy search to find her hole. My finger shot up it on the first try.
"UHHHH!" she groaned, coming out of it enough to plant a staggering right cross on my chin.
Mad as hell, I heaved her up over my head for the clincher. I stopped. My groin exploded in pleasure-pain.
Twinky had my hard cock in her mouth and she was biting the shaft savagely while twisting my balls.
I dropped Wanda over my back and frantically tried to get the sharp teeth off my prick. The kneeling Twinky would not be moved. She shook her head like a terrier with a rat, digging her teeth into the stem.
Then Wanda cut my legs out from under me and brought me flat on my back to the concrete. Pinning me with her knees, she looked at her friend, who was chewing on the bulb of my dick.
I groaned aloud at the horrible-wonderful feeling raging up my dick.
"He-likes it!" Wanda said. "The dumb prick-likes it. I bet he still wants some pussy, too!"
Twinky took my abused cock head from her jaws and jerked the shaft up and down between her hands. Her big tits swayed. "Sure he does. Let's give Pudnuts some pussy, Wanda!"
And with that, Wanda stuffed my cock back in her mouth. Not using her teeth this time, but shoving it way down her throat and sucking it lovingly. She got her lips down the hairy shaft to the thick base and her whole face was distorted by the size of the cock crammed between her jaws. "Ummmm!" she hummed and my dick head began to vibrate deliciously deep in her gullet.
"Oooooh," I groaned involuntarily at the intense nut joy she was giving me. Then everything went black. Black and furry, that is. Wanda, her jeans still around her knees, leaned forward, getting her ass right over my face. I had a momentary look at her round ass-cheeks, tight pink ass-hole, and gaping, sloppy slit. Then, she sat back and my world dissolved into slippery-hot flesh and crisp hairs and the scent of butt and pussy combined.
"Get it, Prick!" Wanda shouted, rotating her ass in my face, grinding her fuck-ready maw over my nose-bridge and mouth. "Don't you want a li'l taste?"
With the blazing ring of Twinky's lips flying up and down my cock, my libido boiled over ... I couldn't hold back.
"OHHHH!! " Wanda breathed as I flipped my tongue up her funky snatch. She rocked back into my mouth hard, trying to drive me in her further.
She tasted tangy sweet but funky, too, and suddenly I found myself swallowing her goo by the cupful. It ran all over my face in a slimy torrent. My nose was right at her butt hole, and every time she reared back, it would part and do its best to suck me in.
Then my cock was very cold. Twinky had taken it from her mouth and the night air was drying her copious slobber. Above the rustling of Wanda's silky thighs against my ears, I could hear Twinky talking to my stone hard dick.
"How'd you like that, you stiff piece of tubes-teak? Huh?" she said, stroking the slimy underside eagerly. "How 'bout something a little tighter, maybe?"
Her hand twisted my cock head down and I felt the fiery kiss of her pussy lips. Dripping wet and loose, they were, and their heat made my balls glow in anticipation.
"Unh-Huh!" Wanda panted, Watching her friend put my cock to her open hole.
Heavy pressure hit the tip of my prick and then her cunt parted over the wide head and my long, sinewy shaft slid up her pussy.
"Mmmmmph!" I moaned into Wanda's sloppy folds, as she hand fed herself every inch of my prick. Her pussy was tighter than her mouth and ten times hotter. She was so ready for a fuck that her juice cascaded down my cock and sizzled over my balls. And when she drew my cock out for the first lunge, it practically flew it was so well oiled.
"Hmmm! A-Hmmm!" Twinky gibbered, sliding my cock in and out of her pussy with hard flips of the hips. She really leaned into her thrusts, pausing at the bottom, when her fuck-mouth was clamped tightly about the hairy root of my dick, to grind her ass down hard into my moist nest of pubes.
Wanda was watching all the screwing and getting the benefit of the funky vapors released by my churning cock, while I gorged myself on her furry twat. The more I ate, the harder her pussy sucked at my tongue. I'd thrust it deep into her box, delving far enough to feel the tight wrinkles against the tip of my tongue, and as I pulled it back, her snatch would sputter, spasm, refuse to give me up. I could only get it halfway back in my mouth before her muscles sucked me back into her hole.
In her passion, she moved her right knee enough for me to wriggle my arm free. I put a hand on her bobbing ass-cheek and then slid it down the deep crack in her ass. Down to the puckered pink orifice sucking at my nose. With a slow corkscrew motion I stuck my thumb right up her ass.
"OH! OHHHHH!" she squealed as I worked my finger in past the first knuckle, twisting and turning it.
But she would not stop humping my mouth and her rapid hip movement only made it easier for me to shove her more digit. In seconds, there were two probes sliding in and out of her. The smell was maddening, as was the feel of my own finger through the thin lining of pussy and ass against my tongue.
"YEAH! YEEEEEE!" Twinky wailed as the long cock brought her off. Her click cunt gripped my cock and quivered but she never broke stride. Her wail was cut short as was Wanda's groaning. The two dykes were tonguing each other's mouths while they fucked me.
"Yummmm," Wanda cooed, her tongue tracing wet circles over Twinky's pursed lips. "I need some ... Unh-Huh! ... cock."
"Quick!" Twinky panted, sliding my prick out and pushing off me. "Before Pudnuts comes!"
There was a flurry of movement above me and then Twinky was sitting on my chest, her thighs spread, her nearly bald but wide open pussy nuzzling into my chin. "Tongue me, Pudnuts..." she said, taking hold of my ears.
As her cunt fell on my mouth, my cock was once more plunged into a slick, hot heaven. Wanda rode my dick like a rodeo cowboy, taking it deep inside her in long, powerful lunges. Her cunt squished noisily around my shaft and her hands were at my balls, milking them urgently.
Once I had my tongue up Twinky's box, she took hold of the back of my head and jerked my face up and down, making my tongue fly up her loose tube. Her hole was dank and musky and her spritzing juice burned my eyes. I couldn't make out her face for the jarring motion, but her big, bouncing boobs I could not miss. Then Wanda's cunt locked about my cock head in a nut-busting spasm. As she drove the constricted ring of flesh down my shaft, my ass-hole began to flutter and a tickling radiance engulfed my balls.
"A-HUH! A-HEEEEE!" she whinnied, her tight tube sucking and slurping its way back up my greasy cock.
As her swollen pussy lips reached my dick head, nursing at the tumescent nerve bundle beneath the flaring cap, my mind disintegrated. Asshole fluttering up a storm, my tight nuts sent sperm, thick and gooey, belching from my cock. My orgasm was infectious. At the feel of hot man juice spurting up her cunt, Wanda screeched and thrashed, pumping and coming and coming and pumping ... teasing my orgasm out to the point of agony. And Twinky started coming in earnest, too. Holding her hole tight to my mouth, she kept my tongue inside her while incredibly powerful spasms raged up her tube, nearly yanking my tongue out by the roots. The three of us bucked and writhed on the concrete, snorting, whining, grunting.
When the violent movement finally subsided, Twinky dismounted my face and looked at the gooey mess she'd left there. "God, don't you look pretty!" she said, laughing huskily. "And god-damit if I don't want some more of that big cock!! ! ! "
Wanda grinned through heavy lidded eyes. "Me, too! Hurry up!" she said.
And the night faded into one long pain in the balls.
CHAPTER THREE
Horse Play
The gray light of dawn streamed in through the grimy skylight and I woke up ... mad. I felt like shit warmed over. I was laying on my back on the damp, cold concrete, my clothes in tatters, spent sperm and pussy juice caked everywhere. My whole body throbbed and ached and I was so stiff I could barely get to my feet.
The two dykes were nowhere in sight, having left me for dead after orgasm number ... nine? Ten? It hurt too much to try and remember.
I found some old coveralls in a corner of the warehouse and managed to stumble back to the Cougar without being busted for a flasher. After a blistering hot, thirty minute shower in my apartment, the kinks in my back and legs began to fade away. The face that looked back at me from the mirror as I toweled off was no uglier than usual: the lantern jaw and heavy cheekbones were unmarked and the bend in my nose hadn't changed much, but behind the gray eyes there was exhaustion.
Below the collar line I'd acquired some whopping bruises from those wooden clodhoppers. My ass was really in sad shape. What I needed was about two days sleep to recuperate, but first, I had to see a greaseball about a pay raise.
The Lorelei Building was thirty-five stories tall, smack dab in the middle of downtown. It was one of those "earthquake proof" high-rises, all anodized steel and copper-tinted glass, that the environmentalists made such a stink about. Not that all their protests and lawsuits had kept it from being built. Cosimo Hidalgo had far too much political clout for that.
I parked the Cougar in the underground garage, checked in at the Security desk, got my plastic "Visitor's I.D." card, and took the elevator up to the thirty-fifth floor.
Since the original deal with Hidalgo didn't include my getting beat to hell. I figured I had a legitimate beef with the oil magnate. I acted accordingly. I didn't let the lush reception room, ruby carpet, mahogany paneling, ultra-modern chrome furnishings or the beautiful but severe receptionist cow me.
She'd pushed her glasses down her button nose, so she could glare at me over them and there was color rising in her cheeks as she said, "I'm sorry, sir, but without an appointment..."
I barged right by her and stormed into Hidalgo's inner suite of offices ... and there, was instantly cowed.
First of all. Hidalgo's hiring policy must've been "hire the pre-pubescent" because all the "secretaries" were very young, very foxy chicks. And all this tight quim was walking about in string bikinis and high heels, as if it was normal office dress. Second, the place was done up like a set from "Sea Hunt." The few walls that were flat were painted a deep aquamarine blue. The rest of the walls were made out of sculptured stucco and shaped like undersea grottoes, coral outcrops. Set in the lava-like excrescence of painted plaster were scads of salt water aquariums ... the largest being eight feet long and housing a small leopard shark among other denizens of the deep. Also displayed on the walls were stuffed fish, sharks, sailfish, sting rays, as well as racks of assorted deep sea gear ... harpoon guns, spears, diving masks, black rubber wet suits and the like. The carpet was a soft sand color and the office's "plants" were trees of bright, sharp coral protruding from giant clam shells. Third, there were cops.
"Well, well, look what the tide washed up," Detective Peebles of Robbery Squad quipped as he recognized me. His right hand darted inside his coat and came out with a mammoth, blue steel automatic. He drew back the hammer with his thumb and shoved the muzzle in my gut. "Frisk the bastard, Joe," he said to his partner.
"Officers," Cosimo protested, rising from his seat behind a huge desk made of teak wood. "It's perfectly alright. Mr. Grue is working for me."
"That's not a thing to brag about, Mr. Hidalgo," Peebles said, boring the thick barrel in my stomach. "This bastard is no good. A burn artist." He eased off the safety with his thumb. "Where were you last night, Bascom?" he snapped.
"Wait, Officer," Cosimo said, reaching out and taking hold of Peebles' gun hand. I want you to forget the whole thing. As I told you nothing of value was taken."
"Sure. Whatever you say, Mr. Hidalgo," Peebles said, his eyes full of disappointment. He put away the gun and pushed his cheesy snap brim hat back on his head. "Mr. Hidalgo, sir, this was an inside job. Someone working for you did it. This creep works for you..."
"Thank you for your concern, Officer. I assure you I will take precautions so something like this does not happen again," Cosimo said, smiling.
After the cops left, Hidalgo shooed the bikini brigade out of the office. "The police don't seem to like you very much," he said, sitting down in his out-sized, high-backed, diamond-tufted, throne of a chair.
"They have their reasons," I said, smirking. "You have something already?" he asked eagerly.
"Yeah, I got a lot already," I said. I put a hip up on his desk top, sitting close enough to him to be downright intimidating. "A lot of bruises from your wife's lesbian playmates..."
The greaseball broke out in a broad grin that showed more gold than teeth.
" ... Getting my ass kicked wasn't in the contract, Hidalgo. You should've warned me about those goddam dykes..."
"Whatever else my wife is, Mr. Grue, she is not stupid," Hidalgo said seriously. "You're absolutely right. I should have told you about her bodyguards. I am sorry. Will another five hundred dollars help with the bruises?"
"Just the medicine I need," I said, holding out my hand.
"I trust you'll be more careful in the future," Hidalgo said, giving me the twenty-four-carat grin.
You're goddam right I was careful. I didn't want another go 'round with the butch sisters for at least a week. I figured that the maid must've put them onto me after seeing me plant the bug. Cena sent her out for "groceries" and while out, she made two phone calls. One to Mr. X, telling him to call Cena and make the phony date. The other to the lesbos, telling them where to jump me.
I wouldn't give 'em the chance this time. No bugs, no line-of-sight tail. I used a Homer, a miniature transmitter that sends light and sound signals to a receiver in the Cougar. It's magnetized, so all I had to do was ease by the big white Maserati and stick it in under a wheel well. Then I walked back to the Cougar and waited.
About ten p.m. the Maserati started moving. I followed about a quarter mile behind, using the electronic bleep as a guide. When Cena's car stopped, I moved in quickly, closing the gap.
I found the Maserati parked in front of the office of the "Deep Sleep" Motel, a thirty unit, two-story, fuchsia colored joint, ten years old, built to last five. The whole neighborhood was going to seed, half heavy industry, half disintegrating prefab stuccis. It was the kind of a place a broad like Cena Hidalgo could come and never worry about being seen by her Jet Set friends.
It cost me a twenty to get the motel room number and another fifty to get the adjoining room. I took my gear up with me, and after a quick check of the crummy bathroom for dykes, I locked and chained the front door.
All the apartments were mirror images of each other, so Cena's bedroom abutted mine. I removed the dusty print..."Harvest in Vermont"...$2.98 with frame ... from the wall and went to work with rubber mallet and razor sharp chisel. In nine minutes I had everything set up: a hole on my side of the wall large enough to handle my Super 8 mm movie camera loaded with infra red, a hole through Cena's wall and her copy of "Harvest in Vermont" large enough for the camera lens to record the goings-on on the king size bed.
As it turned out, I didn't need the special film. Cena and her friend liked it better with the lights on. A bit chancier for me if the overhead light caught in the camera lens, but better for overall film quality. I pulled up a chair, turned on the camera and took a peep at the action.
What I saw set my heart pounding and dick twitching. Cena was wearing a pair of thigh-high, spiked heel boots. And that was all! Her tits were firm, uptilted beauties, capped by soft domes of pale pink. They were real close together on her chest, so even when they were naked they had fine, deep cleavage. She was very high-waisted and her waist was almost impossibly small compared to her jutting tits and the round, full contours of her hips. Her mound was a well-upholstered hummock, decorated by wispy curls of platinum blonde hair, made easily accessible by slim thighs set wide apart on her pelvis. I could just catch a hint of hot pink where her mound turned under. She was strutting about the small room impatiently, her tits jostling, her heart-shaped ass swinging above the high boots.
"Come on!" she said, putting hands on hips and addressing the bathroom. Her voice was only slightly muffled through the thin wall. "Goddamit! What are you doing, Rodney?" She reached into a small travel bag and drew out a two-foot long, braided leather riding crop.
"Rodney?" she said in a threatening tone, swishing the crop, making it sing. "Alright, you asked for it..." She stormed off camera in the direction of the bathroom, all her marvelous parts jiggling.
"Whooooo-WHOCK!" the crop first sang, then cracked.
"OWWWW!" came an agonized male reply.
Cena marched back into the bedroom. Before her, rubbing a rapidly swelling welt on his hairy thigh, was Rodney, the elusive lover.
I couldn't believe my eyes. He was a young, muscular dude with longish blonde hair. Tall and handsome, like the kind of super clean, tough-but-dimpled actors you see in those Walt Disney animal movies. But he was wearing ... long, black satin gloves, a black padded bra, garter belt and stockings and black stiletto heels. His cock, a thick golden-pink fire hose, hung limply from a nest of golden pubes, and his balls, more pink than golden, sagged even lower.
Her face contorted by pent-up rage, Cena lashed out with her boot, kicking Rodney in the ass, sending him sprawling across the bed. "That's better," she said, sitting on the bed beside him. "You're not going to give me any more trouble, are you, honey?"
Rodney closed his eyes and shook his head.
"That's the wrong answer," Cena hissed, pressing the crop across his windpipe and lowering her head. Her long red tongue flipped out and she tickled his lips with it, teasing him. "Open up," she said, putting some weight into the crop.
Rodney opened his mouth and Cena fell on it like a hungry wolf. She thrust her tongue down his throat and ground her full lips on his, pausing to chew at his lips, his tongue. Rodney's heels dug into the carpet, twisting and turning, as her tongue darted between his lips.
"You are a hot little piece of ass, Rodney baby," Cena said, coming up for air. Her hand groped the black bra, squeezing the padded cups. "Such tasty tits..."
Rodney closed his eyes. Was the fellow shamed? Humiliated by the domineering woman? His cock answered, pulsing as it did, growing an inch in girth and length.
"Ummmm!" she hummed. "Your clit is getting hard, baby." Her hand slid down from the lacy bra, over his flat, hairy washboard of a stomach, over the black garter belt and down into his crisp pubes. She took hold of his cock and flipped it up and down a couple of times. It flapped limply against his thigh.
She yanked and pulled at it roughly, stretching it far from his body, the fat cap in her fist a strangulated purple. "Not enough foreplay for you, huh?" she hissed, letting his abused cock snap back. "I'll give you foreplay!! ! "
The statuesque blonde rolled the unresisting man on his stomach. His muscular ass-cheeks, covered as they were by a layer of dense golden fuzz, were doubly outlandish as they protruded from the tight, satin garter belt and black nylons. He put his face to the coverlet, gripping it tightly in both hands.
"This'll get your pussy wet!" Cena said, swinging the crop down on his upturned buttocks. WHOCK! WHOCK! WHOCK!" the whip chanted into the hard flesh of his ass. It turned the twin mounds into shivering jell-o.
Rodney sank his teeth into the coverlet to keep from screaming out loud, and Cena kept whipping him, her arm a blur, her lovely face flushed with an all-consuming passion. His ass-cheeks glowed red-hot from the torrent of blows. From the tight top of his crack to the place where butt met thigh, his rear was scourged. And still Cena would not stop.
"So good ... UNN!" she grunted, laying the whip strokes side by side on his cheeks.
Whoooo-WHOCK-Whoooo-WHOCK-Whooo-
Rodney's toes bored into the carpet and he sniveled pathetically while opening his thighs.
SLUT!! ! " Cena cried, "You cheap little tramp!" Incensed even further by his plea for more, and lower punishment, she raised the crop in both hands and brought the thick leather tip to bear most violently against his puckered brown ass-hole.
SSSSWHOCK! SSSSWHOCK!
Rodney writhed in perverted joy as she lashed his bunghole with screaming, two-handed blows. The coverlet slipped from his teeth and his eyes rolled up in his head, as a million-dollar smile lit his face.
SSSSWHOCK! SSSSWHOCK! until Cena could beat him no more, until her arms simply gave out. His entire backside, clear to the base of his balls was one great welt.
"Let's see the clit," she puffed, rolling the limp man on his back.
Grotesque as it may seem, Rodney had sprung a huge hard-on. The swollen tube of meat arched up toward his bra, the head a drooling, pulsing toadstool. As flurries of excitement raced up the hulking cock, sinews and ligaments tightened, making it bob up and down frantically.
"Little bitch is hot now, I bet," Cena said, stroking the underside of the jerking prick with her crop.
Rodney sat propped up on his gloved forearms, smiling esctatically while she caressed his cock with her whip, smiling as she ran the braided pizzle down over his uptight balls. The nut sack was stretched balloon tight about the bloated orbs so that every follicle, every pulsing vein, every swollen tube and gland stuck out in high relief.
She nuzzled the whip tip under his nuts, grabbing a nylon clad knee and jerking his thighs apart. Rodney let it happen, his mouth hanging open, tongue lolling.
"My-my, what a tight little box we have here!" Cena exclaimed, doing her damndest to corkscrew the crop top into Rodney's puffy pore.
Rodney groaned and raised his legs, putting the heels into the bed frame, spreading his thighs further apart for her.
The whip buckled and refused to do Cena's bidding. No matter how she twisted and jabbed, it would not slip up Rodney's ass. "Not stiff enough," she said, her eyes lighting up. "What you need is something much, much harder..."
Rodney's eyes opened wide.
"It's horsey-time, baby...." Cena said, leering at his swollen parts and out-flung thighs.
Rodney said, "NO!" It was not a mincing negative, but a resounding masculine refusal. He was up off the bed and heading for the door and freedom, mindless of his rather distinctive costume, before Cena could raise her whip.
But then she had it raised. Her power instantly replenished, adrenalin flooding her system, at the effrontery of the young blonde wimp. She had it raised and lowered ... raised and lowered, up and down, a swishing singsong underscored by the hollw WHOCK! of leather smacking flesh. She literally beat the fellow to his knees with a rain of bone-jarring blows to the head and shoulders.
He tried to cover his face with his hands but the furious woman was relentless. She walloped his shielding hands, thrashing them bloodless, thrashing them until they were so numb they just fell out of the way. Then she stepped forward and gave the weeping bastard hell.
The whip sizzled across Rodney's unprotected face; his cheek exploded in pain. Again and again, like a dreadful machine, she hit him, his head jerking about in time to the shrieking whip lashes.
Then she stopped, panting. She reached down and took a handful of his hair, twisting his face up. Tears gushed down his reddened face.
Something else was gushing, too. I could see a glistening trickle of lubricant running down the inside of her thighs and into the tops of her tall boots. No longer was just a hint of hot pink visible ... her whole cunt hung wide open, the lips bright red and swollen.
She dragged a crawling Rodney back to the bed, her thighs brushing each other and spreading the unctuous goo in a broad, slick patch over the inside of both of them.
"UP!" she commanded and the beaten man hopped to the bed on all fours. She put a boot up on the bed beside him, parting her thighs right in his face. He looked into the angry vortex, the swirl of dewy hairs, the hot pit of her pussy, and there was despair in his eyes. His cock, however, was, if anything, twice as congested as it had been before.
"TONGUE!" she ordered, dragging his face into her maw.
The humiliated man obeyed and the squishy sounds of a hog at trough filled the room as he guzzled her slick nectar as he slipped his tongue into her pussy as the stinging juice ran over his much abused face.
"Easy, girl," Cena said, patting him on the broad back. "Now we're going to see what a tight, hot little filly like you can do." With that she went to the travel bag and took out two handfuls of paraphernalia.
Rodney's pain-ravaged face flinched when he saw her strap a great black vinyl dildo on her round hips. Complete with pendulous scrotal sack and nest of coarse woolly sporan, it hung in a leather harness.
Cena quickly untangled the other handful ... a horse's bit, bridle and reins. "Easy, girl," she said huskily, black dick bobbing, as she forced his jaws apart and the cruel metal bit over his tongue.
Slowly, she circled the bed, holding the reins in one hand while reaching between her legs and gathering some of her own juice to smear on the wide ebony prick head. She spoke in low tones to the trembling man, a confusing mixture of horse talk and sexual oaths. Then she was behind him and her right hand held the reins tight, twisting his head up and to the side, the metal bit distorting his features as it dug into his mouth. "That's a girl ... good li'l fuck..."
"National Velvet" it was not.
Cena's hand slid over his hip, and then, in a blur of movement, she was up on the bed behind him, ramming the black tool up his ass.
Rodney reared, snorting through his nose, trying to throw the lovely rider. But she would not be thrown. She slid every inch of the gruesome load to him in a single ass-splitting lunge.
He could not yell out his agony because of the bit. He could only whine pitifully through his nose. It sounded like a whinny.
"GO! GO! GO!" Cena ranted at the man writhing beneath her, jerking back hard on the reins and flipping her hips into his ass. The black pud sped in and out of his pore and the force of the thrusts sent her fine tits jouncing.
"GOOOOO! UHHHHHHHH!" Cena wailed, the constant bumping of dildo harness against her clit, the scent of ravaged man, the sheer extent of her POWER playing havoc with her libido. She leaned way over Rodney's sweating back and hissed, "Such a sweet PUSSY..."
His bunghole sucked at the plunging dildo and his neighing was a long moaning sound as Cena ground the coarse pubes into his ass, rotating the black dick deep inside him. Somewhere, somehow, the dickhead touched off his orgasm and, clawing at the bedspread, he began flipping his ass back into her lunges.
"ATTA GIRL!! ! " Cena hollered, hot goo rushing once more into her boots. She reached under his heaving belly and gripped his stiff cock. Once! Twice! She slid it through her hot fist.
"OH! Ohhhhhhhhhhh...." Rodney groaned, his ass-hole clenching the dildo, his balls sending hot sperm spewing every which way.
"YESSSS!! ! " Cena yelled, her own skull coming unglued. She tore the dildo free of his pore and reached down to grip the hollow plastic scrotum. Even as his hot come flopped to the spread, she sent a gusher of synthetic semen spurting over his hairy ass.
CHAPTER FOUR
Bikini Bonanza
About then, the camera ran out of film. Which was just as well since I had plenty of evidence, and, anyway, I'd seen about as much as I could stomach for one night. I packed up my stuff, replaced "Harvest in Vermont," and split.
It cost me another twenty to have the ever-helpful motel manager point out Rodney's car. But it was worth it. The registration card strapped to the steering column gave me his full name and address. And, lucky me, I found one of his business cards in the glove compartment. It read: "Rodney Gervis, Public Relations, Wondaslick, Inc."
Wondaslick was an aerosol spray propelled vegetable shortening and Lorelei Oil's principal competitor.
I dropped the film cassette off at this little developing place on Lombard Street. For an extra fifty, they do rush work at all hours, and, more important, they have very short memories.
After six hours sleep, I rolled by the photo shop, picked up the cassette and headed for Lorelei Oil. Let me tell you, I felt on top of it, too. I had the goods, but good on Cena. I was figuring on a big fat bonus from a heartbroken but grateful husband. I figured wrong.
No sooner had I stepped out of the elevator than cocked guns were shoved in my face. The outer office was lousy with cops. Secretaries were crying. Flashbulbs were exploding. It was chaos.
"Bad-ass Bascom," Detective Ramon of Homicide said, patting me down with one hand while holding his .357 Magnum at the base of my skull. "We'll nail your prick to the wall for this one."
"I want to see a lawyer," I said, a reflex response as chrome handcuffs locked my wrists together behind my back.
"Funny fella," Ramon said, shoving me in front of him into the inner office and Bikini-land.
The milling blue shirts, plainclothesmen, forensic types, bawling teenage chicks, all parted before me, Ramon and his drawn gun like a wave.
"I got the bastard," Ramon announced, twisting his hand in the back of my collar and using the gun muzzle like a crow bar against my back bone. He pushed me over in front of what has been the long salt water aquarium tank. There was a long form under a white sheet in front of the tank. It had been a person.
"Take a look at your handiwork, Grue," Ramon snarled, drawing back the sheet.
Electrocution is not a pretty way to go. Especially for such a young chick. My feet squished on the sopping wet rug. "I didn't do this," I said.
"Uh-huh..." he said sarcastically.
I just looked at him. He blew up.
"Stinkin' P.I. thinks he's such hot shit he can beat a Murder One rap!! ! " he shouted to the assembled officers. "Who paid you?! ! ! " he demanded, pushing my head towards the charred corpse. "It wasn't this chick you were supposed to hit. It was Hidalgo, right? Who hired you?! ! ! "
Having learned from experience when to yell and when to keep the trap shut, I just let him rave on. What had happened was obvious: someone had connected high voltage wires to the metal frame of the tank so that when Hidalgo, as was his habit, fed the shark, he would get friend. The secretary must've strolled by and absently tapped the glass. And that was that. The whole wall was blackened from the electrical flare-up, the thick glass shattered, the poor shark poached to a turn.
"okay, Grue. I gave you a chance to level with us," Ramon said. "Let's go downtown and see what it'll take to make you spill your guts...."
"Officer, let him go..."Cosimo said irritatedly as he entered the room. "Mr. Grue is working for me on a private matter that has nothing to do with this."
The stumpy tycoon, for a man who just missed a very unpleasant death, seemed cool and clearheaded. He ordered the police around like he was personally paying their salaries ... which may have actually been the case.
"You're making a big mistake letting this crud go," Ramon said, unlocking his cuffs from my wrists.
"Detective ... Ramon is it? Would you please get this mess cleaned up and your people out of here? Hidalgo snapped.
Ramon jumped.
"Come in the back room, Mr. Grue," Hidalgo said, leading the way.
The room was already occupied by a weeping girl of about nineteen. She was petite, her dark hair in a pony tail, and her firm body in a tiny string bikini. Her high tits were mashed up on her chest by the tight bra cups and her legs were long and slender. Even bawling her head off, as she was, she was a prick straightener.
"Marylou, child," Hidalgo said paternally, putting his oleaginous hands on her sleek shoulders. "You must be strong." He looked up at me. "The poor thing discovered the body." His hand slipped down her back and into the tiny triangle of cloth that hardly covered her sweet ass. His touch was no longer fatherly. "Come on, you must go out of here so we can talk..." he said, helping her to the door.
She took one look at the wreckage and broke out crying again, burying her little cat-face in her hands.
"Alright, Marylou, you don't have to go out there," Hidalgo said, helping her into a chair. He shrugged his sloping shoulders at me. "I want you to take on a new assignment..." he began.
"Whoah! Wait a minute" I protested, digging the film and a slip of paper from my coat pocket. "You paid for this." I handed him the cassette and Rodney Gervis' name, address and employer. He looked at the paper and nodded his oily head.
"Fine, fine," he said. He showed no surprise, no grief, no anger. He put the film and the paper down on the desk. "You've done just fine. But now I have something else for you. I need a bodyguard. I need one immediately," he said.
"Hey, no," I said, waiving my hands and heading for the door. "That's not my line."
"For a thousand dollars?"
I turned around, grinning. "Sold!" I said.
"Good. I have some pressing business to attend to now," Hidalgo said. "Why don't you see if you can calm Marylou down a bit?" He gave me a leer as he closed the door. A bug-eyed satyr if I ever saw one.
I looked at the sobbing girl. She was sitting in an office chair, biting her knuckles and blubbering to herself. The skin on the inside of her thighs looked silky smooth and the way her boobs heaved, thrusting themselves against the flimsy fabric, threatening to burst free, made my cock ache. I wanted to console her alright.
I stepped over to the door and locked it. She didn't even notice. She was oblivious to everything but her own misery. There was something very touching about the way she cried, she was so vulnerable, so small like a child really, except for the way she was put together. I was truly touched ... in the balls. My cock stiffened and the front of my pants stuck out like a tent, but I made no move to cover myself.
"Hey, Marylou, it's okay, baby," I said in my best reassuring tones. "Really. There's no danger now. Not with me here. I'll protect you."
For some reason that provoked another burst of tears.
I put a hand on her shoulder and a spark of electric current rapped my palm. Her skin was a hundred times softer than velvet. "Come on, stop crying," I said, massaging her tense shoulders. I stood behind her, getting a fantastic view over her shoulder of heaving tits. The deep cleft between her boobs was made for a tongue to drool over, a thick cock to slip through.
"Do you want to tell me about it?" I asked, gently tugging on her ponytail, pulling her face from her hands.
"It was SO ... AWFUL!! " she bawled, tears streaming over her cheeks. Her breath came in little panting gulps.
I let go of her hair and circled the chair to face her. "Come on," I said. "Get it off your chest."
"OHHH!" she cried, jumping up from the chair and throwing herself on me. She mashed her fine boobs into my chest and made my shirt soggy with her tears.
"It's okay," I said, digging the feel of her tits in my belly, her small form smuggled up against me. I slid my hand down her smooth back and patted her round ass. Her cheeks were full and firm and there was just a hint of downy fuzz at the top of her crack. My cock, held tightly between her thigh and mine, pulsed. She had to have felt it, but she made no move to escape.
"Tell me about it," I said again, fondling her ass.
"Oh-uh . . uh," she tried to stop her hysterical breathing, and could not. "Uh . . OH GOD! Dixie! She was . . uh-ohhh . . god!" she wailed.
I removed my hand from her buns, pulled her head from my chest by the ponytail, and gae her a sound slap on the face.
"Ohhhhhh!" she cried, touching her cheek in disbelief, and pushing away from me.
"Calm down!" I ordered, sliding my hand down into the seat of her bikini. It was smooth and warm inside and her naked cheeks felt good in my palm.
She stopped gibbering, but her eyes were still wild with panic.
"I came b-back from the duplicating r-room," she said, shivering against me, her hands clinging to my shirt. "All the p-power went out. L-lights and everything...."
"Go on," I urged, squirming my fingers between her buns, into the gight, hot crack.
" ... Oh, I thought it was j-just a f-fuse," she cried. "I c-came b-back to find out w-what was wrong. I walked into the m-main office ... and ... GODITWASDIXIE!! ! SHE WAS ... oh, god!"
My fingertip touched something deep in her crack, something red hot and puckered, something fringed by a ring of downy hairs. The something had a slick little nubbin of extra flesh above it, a floral adornment. I twiddled the nubbin above her ass-hole, feeling suddenly very hot in my suit.
"Tell me all of it!" I said, nudging her tight sphincter with my finger tip.
"It's t-too HORRIBLE!! " the frantic girl ranted. "The water rushing out ... THE BLACK SMOKE!! ! ! " She coughed and sputtered on her own tears, grinding her face into my shirt.
Her butt hole nursed at the tip of my finger, squeezing very hard as she coughed. I moved my hand lower, fingers across the super slick band of skin between cunt and bunghole. The sweet fuzz was only slightly thicker there and I ran my fingers over it, trying in vain to reach just a bit lower, to touch her pussy. But the bathing suit kept me from it. I would not be denied. I untied the single bow know holding her bikini bottom on, and the twin triangles slipped to the floor.
"It's over now, Marylou," I said, groping with renewed fury between her buns. With my broad finger tip I spread the tight pussy lips I found amid the nest of downy pubes. A slick lubricant rushed out to greet my digit.
"Oh . . uh . . oh . . " she wept, mindless of my finger.
The swelling lips gave way to a sizzling slot and deeper yet, to a tiny, flexing pussy entrance. I bored up into her and the narrow tube opened under the insistent pressure, parting over my finger, the slick ridges and valleys bumping my knuckle.
"Relax," I said huskily as I began fingerfucking her like a demon. I whipped my digit in and out of her tight box, bringing in a gusher of viscous juice that pooled in my palm. I spread her ass-cheeks and fitted my thumb to her ass-hole, all the while flipping finger up her snatch.
Still the girl wept. The shock of her experience had all but shattered her sanity. It felt so crazy to be diddling her, groping her hungrily and have her be numb to it all. like she was living in another world. Crazy and great, too. Her pussy was so juicy and hot around my finger. I could imagine the thrills it was going to give my cock. As I undid my belt and fly, I wondered when she'd come out of it, and what she'd do when she realized what was going on?
"Easy, baby," I cooed to her, letting my pants fall to my ankles. My cock sprang straight up once freed by the confining trousers and underwear. The searing helmet brushed her hands, her forehead but she paid it no mind. I sat down in the chair and held her by the hips. Such a sweet mound! Plump and dewy with juice. I reached out and nuzzled it with a crooked finger. The hot petals left a trail of fragrant goo on my knuckle. "Come on, sit on Uncle Bascom's lap, Marylou," I said, my cock arching up, straining, a deep red about the cap.
"Uhhhhhh!" she cried, her face hidden in her hands.
"Let me help you," I said, reaching out. "Lift your leg up over ... that's it." I made her straddle my bare thighs. She stood on the floor, half-hunkered over my lap and the hard length of my cock.
I slipped both hands over her round hips and down to grip her ass. So good! Then I pulled her crotch towards the shiny underside of my cock, kneading her buns the whole time.
She nearly fell forward, stumbling on her high heels, but I held her up by the grip on her ass. Her downy muff hung over the great sausage of my cock and the tight nut bag beneath. It looked so small in comparison to the arching shaft aimed at my chin. The girth of my cock dwarfed her entire crotch.
I pulled harder, making the hot muff graze the thick shank of my cock. Slick joy thundered into my prick head as her juicy pussy lips parted, smooching my shaft, sliding up it, leaving behind a snail's trail of funky goo.
I kneaded and pulled and pulled and kneaded, sliding her slippery slot up and down my pud, while the poor thing fell into a fit of racking sobs.
"There, there," I said, breathing with difficulty. I released her butt long enough to take hold of the bottom of her bra cups and lift up, spilling out a firm pair of tits. "That's better," I croaked, pinching a tender rosebud with one hand while resuming the pussy on dick friction with the other.
It was getting so slick in the genital department that her snatch practically flew up and down my cock. The hot stuff trickled over my balls and down my asscrack. And her pussy had opened even further ... the fat lips parting like a mouth, half-circling my shaft as they moved.
I could stand it no longer. I let her taut nipple go and pushed her away from me. She stood hunkered and trembling, her crotch leaking stuff, as I slid down in the chair, gripped my cock and bent it down, away from my belly and towards her cunt. It hurt to turn the swollen joint out of its normal arch, but the little muff that hung over it promised to soothe away the pain.
Lower I slid so that the tip of my cock nestled into the small, gushing hole. The heat of her snatch burned my dick head and sent wild spasms jerking through my balls. Once snug in the pocket, I edged up a bit so it wouldn't slip out.
My cock stuck up lewdly, a great reddish gray pole crammed into the dainty slot, my crisp pubes grazing the smooth silky skin of her inner thighs. I looked at her face. The anguish, the endless river of tears. Where was she? What was she thinking? Damn if I cared!! !
I gripped her ass in both hands and simultaneously lifted and scooted back up in the chair, hoisting her up on my stiff cock. Her toes could not touch the rug. Her whole weight fell upon the tiny orifice, pressing it relentlessly down over the bullet head of my cock.
"WAAAAAAH!" she bawled, her mind off somewhere in a nether world of self-torture, while she dangled, spitted like an apple, over my belly.
For an instant her weight threatened to break the power of my hard-on, then, as she leaned from side to side, trying reflexively to touch the ground with her toes, she rocked her squeaky tight pussy badk and forth over my cock head, squirming the small ring of flesh down over the blazing cap.
At the first feel of her scorching depths, I took hold of her ass and pulled down with all my strength, squashing her cheeks in my fists. Slowly, GOD! So slowly, her tube began to part, to stretch, to swallow my cock. And it was tastier than I ever dreamed! Such delicious corrugations! Such mind-numbing skull joy to see my cock, greasy red tree trunk, disappearing into her pussy. It looked like half her mound was being taken inside with it ... hairs, inner and outer lips, all turned in on themselves as my cock slipped in further.
"Oh! OH! WAAAAAA! UH-UH
WAAAAAAH!" she blubbered, her flat tummy visibly being pushed out by the girth of my pud.
When her tube stopped swallowing cock, she still hung two inches from the bottom of my prick. Her cunt lips mouthed my shaft, dribbling hot slobber over it and into the kinky next of my pubes. I couldn't stop with just two inches to go, two inches until her tightly stretched pussymouth mumbled into the slimy root of my cock.
I took hold of her shoulders and pulled her towards me. Her cunt held, and held, and I could see her thighs beginning to tremble from the pressure, and then, it gave way and she slid slowly down my prick. She slid until her pussy nuzzled in my hairs, impaled to the bottom of her being on my oozing dick.
"Uh-oh-uh-uh," she breathed brokenly, her face in her hands.
I tried to lift her pussy up, to get more of the slithery friction going between cock and cunt. But I couldn't budge her. I swear I was in her so deep
I could feel her heart beat through the head of my prick.
I began to jiggle her on my lap like a little girl. Her ponytail and her tits bounced in time. And as I jiggled faster, raising and lowering my thighs on tiptow, my cock started to move. At first, it didn't slip at all, but just tugged against the blazing ring that held it in place. Then, it budged, such a tiny, squeaky bit. And again! The friction was ball-breaking. My cock was moving an eighth of ah inch in and out of her tube and I could barely keep from squiring then and there.
Faster and faster I bounced her. Her wailing was a quaking, stuttering sound as her butt bumped into my thighs at a dizzying speed.
In . . out . . in . . out . out . outinoutinoutin-out. Every bounce got more tube slipping up and down my cock.
"There, there, sweetheart," I said. "Isn't that better?"
Her pussy moved like it was on Teflon bearings, sputtering trapped air and juice, sending heady fumes wafting up to my nostrils.
"OOOOOOH!" Marylou moaned, her pussy gripping my cock, holding it with such force that the rapid in-out movement stopped dead. "OOOOOOOOOO!" she whimpered and it was a different cry than before.
Her blue eyes opened wide. She looked at me with terror, joy, and a be one chilling need in her face. "OOOOH! OOOOH!" she whined as her cunt squeezed the life out of my cock. She was coming, and at the same time, she was coming out of it.
"LOORRRRRDDD
"She groaned, flipping her hips, moving the ring of her pussy barely an inch up the shaft.
But what an inch! The hot bumps of her tube lambasted the head of my cock, sending the hanging folds of my nerve bundle into terminal spasm. My nuts flexed. A flock of whopping cranes excited my ass-hole.
Her pussy squeezed, sucking the sperm from deep in my balls, up from ducts and tubes, up the long shaft of my cock.
"UHHHHHH!" she cried, clenching her fists. "YESSSSS!" As thick and sizzling man juice spurted up inside her box.
I sat in the chair holding onto the arms for dear life. Her pussy used my cock like a soda straw, slurping every drop of come, making it bubble and froth up my dick, sending shock waves of pleasure coursing over my body.
With each spastic squeeze of cunt, I spurted. And I was still spurting when the spasma stopped. Her pussy suddenly relaxed and she slid back down my shaft.
"Ohh, fuck me," she whispered, her eyes full of the fever.
The thick goop I'd shot up her flopped out, hanging in ropy strands all over her thighs and my pubes, and the action was real squishy all of a sudden. I lifted her up and down the length of my cock a couple of times as the last squirts of sperm left my prick head.
She dug her nails into her tits, and hissed at me, begging for more.
Her cunt felt so good around my cock, so hat and slick, that I knew I had an all day boner. I took hold of her ass, lifted her up and set her on the desk. And then proceeded to fuck the living hell out of her.
By the time her pussy and my cock finished their squishy-squishy dialogue, the desktop was sticky with our juices and I was sure a relapse was the last thing in the world Marylou had to fear.
I walked to the door marked in gold letters: Del Sokolow, President and Founder. No one made a move to stop me. I pushed the door open and an exceedingly fat man dressed in a white silk suit looked up from his desk at me. His bloated features turned first white with shock, then a mottled purple with anger. He struggled to get his mass up from the plush chair, his right hand sliding to a drawer.
"Hold it right there, you sack of shit," Hidalgo said, stomping into the room. His right hand was in the pocket of his overcoat, and the hand appeared to be holding something long and hard. The something was aimed at Sokolow's bald dome of a forehead.
The fat man put his hand back up on the desk top. "What do you want now?" he said. If beady black eyes could've killed, Hidalgo would've been deader than last night's polio asado.
"I just wanted to tell you in person that your little hot wire job didn't work," Hidalgo said, his pencil mustache hidden under the sneering curl of his upper lip.
" "You..." Del "Wondaslick" Sokolow said to be. "What are you, a new hardman for this sleaze ball?" He didn't wait for an answer. "What's he jabbering about?"
Hidalgo answered for me: "You tried to kill me, you bloated bag of guts!! ! "
The fat man smiled, raising the heavy folds and drapes of flesh around his slit of a mouth. Again he addressed me, as if Mr. Cosimo Hidalgo didn't exist. "Hardman, tell the Spic it wasn't me and that I'm very sorry he wasn't iced." The smile disappeared into the blubber. "Next time it will be me!" he said, pounding on his desktop for emphasis.
"Senate Bill 3405 passed, hardman," Sokolow hissed. "Do you know what that means? It means the Spic, here, has ruined me. It means the flunky scientists he hired convinced the state legislature that aerosol sprays are going to wreck the environment. It means that his million-dollar anti-aerosol ad campaign pulled the wool over the voter's eyes. Goddamit, it means I'm going to have to EAT a twenty-million dollar inventory of aerosol propelled vegetable shortening!! ! ! "
"It's every person's duty to protect the environment," Hidalgo snickered.
" ... And if that wasn't enough, this insect sabotaged an entire month's output of my Newark plant. Contaminated foodstuff! F.D.A. inquiry board! Fifty-seven civil law suits! Nader's Raiders!" the fat man gibbered, great blotches of purple breaking out on his elephantine hide.
"Don't blame me for the filth you pass off as shortening," Hildalgo said. "It was just a matter of time before the F.D.A. caught up with you."
"Listen to the smug sonfoabitch!" Sokolow said. "Hardman, this criminal gives out free gifts in every teaspoon of olive grease ... pubic hairs! I've seen the Health Department reports."
"I should hope so," Hidalgo said. "Since your boy Rodney helped your boys over in the Health Department write them!" Cosimo rocked back on his heels, Little Caesar style. "Speaking of that dear boy Rodney ... he's doing a wonderful job for us..."
"Huh?" Sokolow said.
"That's right, fatso. How do you think I got the inside dope I needed to put your pitiful company to sleep?"
"You're crazy," Sokolow said, trying to shake off the accusation, but obviously visibly disturbed by it. "Why half your precious, devoted staff is on the Wondaslick payroll."
"And they're done a wonderful job for you, haven't they, Mr. Wondaslick?" Hidalgo sneered. "Let's go, Mr. Grue, before the slob starts to cry."
The two of us backed out of the office, past the silent ranks of secretaries, filing clerks, accountants. Once in the elevator, Hidalgo let the long, hard something slip back down in his pocket.
"Are you really carrying a gun?" I asked.
Hidalgo grinned. "Thanks for reminding me, Grue. Since I'm paying you for protection, you should be the one doing the protecting." His hand came out of the coat pocket. In it was held a massive Colt revolver, Python series, .44 magnum caliber. "Take it," he said.
I didn't want it. When you carry a piece, there's always the chance you will use it. I didn't want it to do. I began to wonder if the money was worth it. He must've caught my hesitation because the next thing I knew he was slapping a wad of fifties in my hand. For the moment at least, it was worth it.
"Tonight," Hidalgo said, "we're going to celebrate my narrow escape from death."
The party turned out to be a small one. There were just four of us: Cosimo, Marylou, me, and the Python. The celebration took place at the exclusive, members only, Coral Reef Club on Van Ness. Marylou was wearing a dainty little frock dress that made her look fifteen years old. Cosimo, as usual, looked like a million bucks in a tailored pin stripe suit and white spats. He cultivated the gangster look, and from the chatter I'd heard in Sokolow's office, it was entirely apropos.
The Coral Reef was a strange place. Each patron had his own personal box, like at a ballet or an opera, with a perfect view of the gilded, velvet draped stage. I'd heard stories about the type of entertainment that was featured here, but I never believed them. Seeing is believing.
There were no waiters visible. Cosimo ordered the refreshments through a microphone and they arrived via dumbwaiter. The idea was to insure the patron's privacy.
"It's 'the Chocolate Sandwich' tonight," Hidalgo announced gleefully as he passed around the drinks. I sat on his left while Marylou sat on his right. His boisterous good humor was a hitherto unexposed facet of character, and he reminded me of nothing so much as an ingenuous teenage psychopath at his first public hanging.
"Ladies and gentlemen..." said an amplified voice as a large red spotlight illuminated the stage. ". . . 'The Chocolate Sandwich'! ! ! "
The curtains parted and I found myself moving to the edge of my seat.
"Mr. Hidalgo, this isn't real," Marylou exclaimed.
Hidalgo made "Ha-ha-heh-heh" noises and slid a hand up under her dress.
On the small, semi-circular stage there stood three figures. Two of them were black men, very black, black men, stereotypes with big lips and teeth and feet and wild hair ... and they were dressed like cannibals, nearly naked but for face paint. The third person was a white woman. She was wearing a pith helmet, a black missionary blouse with round white collar, khaki skirt and boots. Her figure beneath the clerical garb was downright opulent, the tits high mountains against black blouse, her waist slender, and legs long and aristocratic. She was tied to a tall post beside a huge kettle of simmering water. She appeared to have fainted, as her head was dropped to her chest, the helmet hiding her features.
The cannibals were involved in a heated discussion, presumably over how to prepare their guest. The taller of the pair, a fellow with amazingly well-developed muscles, thumped his broad chest and said, "Oogah! Oogah! Hoo-da-laga!"
The smaller cannibal responded to Oogah's pronouncement by thumping his heavily muscled chest and saying, "Boogah! Boogah! Hoo-da-laga!"
The two cannibals sprang at each other, ready to fight to the death for their recipe, but stopped suddenly when the missionary groaned and raised her head. She was ash blonde, a really foxy chick with a regal kind of face, high cheekbones, wide mouth. She took ons look at the cannibals and screamed. The sound stood my hairs on end.
"Please, let me go," she pleaded, writhing against her bons. "In the name of God, have mercy on me!"
The cannibals grinned and approached her. Oogah took hold of the hem of her long skirt, lifted it to his wide nostrils and sniffed. The missionary looked like she was going to be sick. She twisted her head away, so as not to view the revolting spectacle; her lips moved rapidly in silent pies to a greater power.
Oogah, not content with mere sniffing, began stuffing the perfumed fabric up his nose, and in so doing he raised her skirts even higher. High enough for Bodgah to get a glimpse of slim white ankles and calves. The short savage fell to his knees before the tightly bound woman and took hold of her boots. Grunting and mumbling in his heathen tongue, he massaged the leather, working slowly up towards her shoetops.
Oogah, realizing that he was missing something, dropped her skirt and fell on her left boot, knocking Boogah's hands away. Not content with mere manual manipulation of the boot leather, Oogah thrust his thick lips and long, red tongue to the task, polishing the toe and leather laces, the metal eyelets, slurping at the shoe's tongue. Boogah, copycat that he was, began emulating Oogah. Both of them kneeling, sucking at the distraught woman's boots.
"Ummmmmm!" Oogah exclaimed as his tongue lapped at the silky skin of her shins. He sat back on his haunches and slid his black hand up and down the back of her leg.
The missionary looked down at the grinning savage with terror in her eyes. Her leg trembled under his touch. "Not that ... DEAR GOD! ... Not that!! ! " she prayed.
Oogah leaned forward, took hold of her hem once more, and ripped her dress open from shoetop to waist in one powerful jerk.
"Ahhhh! Ummmmmm!" Boogah crooned, pausing in his deep shoe rapture to admire the creamy white perfection of his captive's legs and thighs.
She was exquisite. Hips lyre shaped, thighs slender, mound a fat hummock under white Nancy Drew panties.
She recoiled as two negroid tongues lashed her shins, as strong black fingers clasped her thighs. Once more she turned her blue eyes towards hewvzm. begging for help.
"Umph! Sssleerp!" the cannibals slobbered as they drooled their way up over her knees, as they salivated over her thighs. Black fingers slid up over her white panties.
"GOD!" she beseeched.
Then the savages' faces were at her crotch level. The intense licking stopped. Oogah looked at Boogah. Boogah locked at Oogah. Oogah thrust his face right into the fat mound of her cunt and sniffed deeply.
"NOOOOOOOOO!" the missionary wailed, trying to close her thighs. It was futile. '
Oogah pulled back, his eyes closed, nostrils flared, savoring the heady fragrance he had just inhaled. Boogah squirmed in and took his place, snorting wide nostrils over the plump pussy hump. "Ummmmmm!" he exhaled, mashing his face into the white cotton, reaching behind to grab her ass-cheeks and drag his face down harder.
The missionary hopped up and down, shaking her head violently, making her bit tits jiggle.
Boogah's hands began rolling the large, old fashioned pair of panties down over her hips. Oogah stood watching the tits bound for a second, then took one in his big hand. He mashed it against her chest, kneading it passionately, his tongue lolling from his mouth.
"MONEY! I'll give you money! beads! mirrors! god, anything! just leave me alone!! ! ! " the missionary shrieked, as black hands rolled her pan-teis off her cunt and made her nipple stiffen from rough treatment.
Boogah drew back to admire his handiwork. Her cunt was a pink hummock split by a pair of very fat lips. The lips were surrounded by a sparse cowlick of honey colored hair. Boogah put his broad nose to the fuzz and sniffed deeply.
"HEEEEEELLLLLLPPPPPP!! " the missionary screamed, as broad nose rooted about, spreading her folds, snorting into her clit.
Oogah, still groping her tit, leaned over to watch. The front of his loincloth was pushed way out of shape. To relieve the pressure, the cannibal untied the front and his cock flipped out, hard and cozing. It was an immence prick, a deep chocolate hue, with a head on it like a Hershey's Kiss. It had a greasy patina to it; the shaft and gross nut bag glistened under the stage lights.
The missionary took one look at the cannibal's machinery and began weeping. It was obvious what the demented savages were about to do to her. "GOD ... I BEG YOU!! ! !STRIKE ME DEAD BEFORE THEY VIOLATE ME!! ! " she wailed.
Then she stiffened as if plunged into the boiling kettle. Boogah had replaced his nose with his tongue. First tasting tentatively with the red hot tip, he touched her right on the clit. The funky fumes and tangy savor was to his liking so he explored further, slipping tongue tip between her velvety sex lips, lashing back and forth, spreading them. Lower he worked, pulling her ass towards him with his hands, shoving his face far in between her slick thighs. The hot slot deepened under his mouth; the nectar became foxier and more copious. The tip of his tongue strove further and the steamy maw deepened even more, turning tightly inward, a round slippery hole. Snorting like a wild beast, he speared the hole with his tongue, mauling her firm ass greedily.
"OHHH, GOD! OHHH, GOD!! " she moaned, shaking her head with fright and something altogether different.
Oogah took hold of his cock and began flipping it through his fist. The ridiculously large helmet flattened like a snake head as it passed through the tight grip. Oogah bent his knees, getting into the swing of things, rotating his large, round and very highly positioned ass ecstatically.
It was a show intended for the missionary. To show her how wonderfully adept he was in the art of lovemaking. She looked aghast at the lewdly gyrating buttocks, the stiff cock flying through the clenched fist, the rolling eyes and lolling tongue.
"God!! ! Kill me!! ! " she pleaded, never taking her eyes off the oozing chocolate dick head for a second.
Boogah's slurping suddenly ceased, replaced by a fit of coughing and choking! Her tongue-lashed snatch had unloaded a bucket of slick stuff down his throat. He drew back, his face all shiny with cunt goo. Still sputtering, he slid a hand from her ass and shoved a pair of long digits right up her cunt.
"OOOOOOH!" she cried, closing her eyes and baring her teeth.
Boogah churned the fingers about inside her, then pulled them out. They were slimy to the brown knuckle. He held them p to Oogah's nose. Oogah sniffed deeply, his eyes popped open wider and his hand became a blur about his cock.
"Na-ga hoc-da-laga!" letting go of his pud, which immediately began bobbing up and down in excitement. "POO-SHEE ... POO-shee!"
"Ummmmmm!" Oogah agreed, letting go of his pud, which immediately began bobbing up and down in excitement. "POO-SHEE ... POO-SHEET!! ! "
"Oh . . olideargod!! ! " the missionary bawled as she was roughly dragged from the post. Her hands were tightly bound behind her back. The savages forced her to kneel on the ground before them.
Oogah fell to his knees behind her, throwing her town skirt up over her back, exposing her found white ass-cheeks. The cannibal dove into the silky whiteness, holding her by the hips, thrusting the broad blade of his tongue into her crevice. Rasping ass-hole and pussy alike in long, hungry strokes.
The missionary groaned and her upper body fell to the floor. Her face touched the stage, but her ass was held high in the air. High and accessible to the black man's searching tongue. Her prayers for deliverance, although muffled somewhat by the floor, took on a new urgency. "JEEEE-"JEEEE-ZZZZZZZZZZU she yelped, as black fingers spread her buttocks, as black head bobbed rhythmically, sliding long tongue into her slippery cunt.
But Boogah would not be left out. In a quick movement, he undid the front of his loincloth. His cock did not flip out, a sexual switchblade. It was a limp black noodle. His balls hung halfway down his thighs in their mocha sack. He reached down and took hold of the missionary's head, and jerked it up to a level with his flaccid cock.
She took one peek at his prick and screamed. Boogah, seeing a perfect opportunity for ingress in her wide open, screaming mouth, moved forward, stuffing his soft cock between her lips.
"UHHHNGH!! " she grunted at the first, rank and salty taste. Her face twisted up in a terrible grimace as the tart flavor of man meat hit her tongue.
If the taste of black prick did nothing for her appetite, the feel of white mouth did something for Boogah's cock. Almost instantly, it began to swell. It grew and grew between her lips, surging down her throat, filling her cheeks to the point of pain. And as it grew, her eyes opened wide in shock, not just from the effect of hard cock strangling her ... something else was happening at the other end.
Oogah, slobber hanging from his face in long streamers, was fitting his cock to her cunt. He entered her in a series of lightning fast hip lunges. And when he was into her to the hair, his ass had broken out in a sweat.
The cannibals had her spitted at both ends, like a roast chicken. At first they worked against each other; each one greedy for the feel of her hot tube about his sex. Then, amid much cannibal mumbo jumbo, they got themselves together. Oogah holding her hips, Boogah holding her armpits, they pushed and pulled her body back and forth between them, asses flying, pumping black cock into mouth and cunt in unison. They used her brutally, without concern for her safety or pleasure, and she loved it.
Black butts drilled long cocks to her in a frantic flurry of humping. She gobbled hot prick and took the cunt splitting dick thrusts eagerly. The way she moaned and whimpered, the "fate-worse-than-death" wasn't half bad.
Ragged breathing right next to me broke the uplifting spell. Hildago had dragged Marylou by the pony tail to her knees in front of him. And using the ponytail like a handgrip, he was forcing her pouty mouth up and down the shiny brown shaft of his hard cock, making her take every inch of him. From the locok on her face, it was not a pleasurable experience.
I looked at Hidalgo. His lips drawn back from his teeth, sweat forming on his greasy forehead, bug eyes held tightly shut at the searing nut joy her tight lips afforded his cock. His breathing became a bubbling, liquid thing and his hand yanked her hair harder, making her lips move faster, and faster.
She winced from the pain, her eyes snapping to mine, begging me.
The rage hit me full-blown and deadly. My hand dropped to the butt of the Python and I drew it from the holster, cocking back the hammer.
Too late!
"AHHHHHH!" Hidalgo groaned.
Marylou's eyes clamped shut and her Adam's apple began bobbing furiously to keep up with the torrent of sperm spurting into her mouth.
Below on the stage, the cannibals were orgasming into the now-receptive receptacle that was the missionary. I watched the squirming trio without the keen excitement I'd felt earlier. There was a metallic taste in my mouth. I could hear Hidalgo wheezing, teasing the last flurries of pleasure from his nuts.
After the show, Hidalgo did almost all the talking. Marylou didn't utter a word. She was quiet even as we stepped out on the sidewalk and I leaned down to open the limousine's door. She was quiet, looking blankly up the street, a zombie. Then her eyes widened, first in surprise, then terror. Still she said nothing.
I whirled away from the car door, turning into the face of whatever it was, my hand dropping to the Python.
"Kill him!! ! " Hidalgo whined, jumping around Marylou and away from the man charging down the sidewalk with an ax held high over head.
"YAAAAAA!" Rodney Gervis yelled, his eyes wild with the need to murder.
For a second, just a split second, I almost let the pervert slip past me. I wanted to. I really did. But reflex took over and I brought the screaming man down hard on the pavement, making sure his head made solid contact. I shoved the Python in his face and kicked away the ax.
"YOU BASTARD, HIDALGO!! " Rodney yelled, on the verge of hysterics. "Your stupid joke got me FIRED!! ! I'm going to KILL YOU!! ! "
"No, Rodney," I said, rasping the heavy ramp sight under his nose. "You're not going to do anything of the kind."
Hidalgo leaned down and snarled at the prostrate man, "Tell your riding buddy, Cena, that she's the one who's getting the ax ... I'm divorcing her!! ! ! "
I looked over at Marylou, standing silently by the car. She was glaring at the short man in the expensive coat.
CHAPTER SIX
Rubba-Dub-Dub
Rodney delivered Hidalgo's message alright. Bright and early the next morning, Cena burst into the inner offices of Lorelei Oil with the twin dykes in tow.
"What's this I hear about a divorce?! " Cena demanded, stepping forward and leaning over the desk at the weated tycon.
"We're through, sweetheart, finito," Hidalgo said, grinning up at her. "Your last little romp at the Deep Sleep Motel provided me with all the evidence I need for a speedy decision in the case."
"Why you rancid little creep! Do you think I'd let you cut me off like that? Leave me with nothing? After all the things you've made me endure?! ! ! " Her face was livid with rage. "The nauseating feel of your hands on me? Your stinking, greasy paws?! ! ! Do you think I humored your disgusting perversions just to be dumped like so much spoiled meat?! ! ! ! "
The lovely woman drew back, her full mouth tight in a grim smile. "You know, Cosimo, you could be a very attractive man with a little help. Wanda ... Twinky ... help the man."
The two dykes whipped out their filleting knives, sadistic glee in their faces.
"Let's call it free plastic surgery," Cena quipped, rocking back on her heels and hugging herself as the dykes circled the wide teak desk.
Hidalgo looked terrified when I made no move to stop them. "What am I paying you for, Grue?! " he yelped, clutching at the desktop.
"Correction!" I snapped at the little man. "Past tense, Hidalgo. This is what you paid me for. After this we are quits. That is, I quit."
As Twinky rounded the corner of the desk, I moved. Dragging out the heavy revolver with one hand and lunging, I pounded Twinky's up-thrusting hand into the desktop with my fist, smashing her wrist with such force that she squealed aloud and dropped the knife. I swung in behind her before she could recover, took hold of her belt and threw her up on the desk, belly down. Then I jammed the wide, ugly muzzle of the Colt right between her levi-clad ass-cheeks, right into her ass-hole.
"Oh, God...." Twinky exclaimed very softly.
Wanda froze in her tracks; her mouth drooped open.
"Back off!" I hissed. "Back off, both of you! Or she gets a lead enema!"
"Give it to her!" Hidalgo shouted, pounding the desk with his fists. "Blow her goddam ass off!! ! "
I'd had enough of Mr. Oil Magnate. I pulled the barrel from between her cheeks and swung it on Hidalgo. The range was a foot and a half, the gaping mouth of the gun held rock steady between his eyes.
"Ohhhhh, christ..." he mumbled, seeing his life pass before his bug eyes.
"Go ahead, do something!" I shouted. The door to the inner office opened but I didn't notice. "Twitch! Snicker! You make me want to puke, Hidalgo. Goddam if you don't. I'd be doing the world a favor if I took off the top of your head!"
The tycoon began to sweat profusely. It sprang from his forehead in oily droplets.
Twinky shifted under my hand and I put the gun back in her crack, ramming it tight against her ass-hole. Then I hauled back on her belt, dragging her into the muzzle hard, making her thighs go around mine. "I don't know which of you I hate more," I said, rocking my hips into the gun butt, grinding the barrel into her ass like a cold mechanical cock. "Too bad we couldn't have done it like this, huh, Twinky? You can dig it, right?"
She responded to the pumping pressure of the revolver by groaning.
"Shee-it!" I said, stepping back and giving her a boot on the ass that sent her sliding across the desktop and landing on the floor with a thunk! "Get out of here!" I snarled.
The three women backed out the open door. The spectators, chicks in bikinis, and outer office staff, got out of their way. Hidalgo rushed to the door and closed it. His hands were shaking.
"Boy, you sure are a practical joker, Grue," Hidalgo said, hopefully. "You had me going and that's a fact."
"I meant what I said, Hidalgo. I don't want to work for you anymore."
"okay, okay," Hidalgo said, holding up his hands and doing a masterful job of stifling his rage at being thwarted. "I'm sure you have your reasons. I'm not an easy person to like. Or to work for."
I said nothing, but put the Python down on his desk and started removing the holster.
"But, look, you're leaving me in a real bad spot," he went on. "I mean, there've been three attempts on my life in the last twenty four hours
Five, I corrected him silently. I'd been ready to do the job twice.
" ... I need protection. You can't leave me until I find a replacement for you. If you did, it'd be like killing me yourself."
"I don't owe you anything," I said.
The stumpy man reached in his coat inside pocket and brought out a great wad of bills held together in a gold money clip. "Christ, Grue, take it all! Stick with me just for today. I'll have somebody else by tomorrow..."
I looked at the money but did nothing.
"Not money ... Girls!" he exclaimed. "Tonight, I promise you, as many of my secretaries as you want. All of them! How about it?"
"I'll take the money and the chicks," I said, reaching for the bankroll.
The office door opened just as I scooped it up and a very flustered accountant gawked at me.
"Who do you think you are, barging in here without knocking?" Hidalgo yelled. "You're fired! Go get your check. Now!"
The stunned man swallowed hard, his eyes full of disbelief. Hidalgo was back in action.
I did a whole lot of nothing the rest of the way. There were no more assaults on Hidalgo's august person. I watched the fish swim around in the tanks, read some skin diving magazines that were lying around, and fiddled with some of Hidalgo's displayed diving gear. He had some gruesome harpoon guns ... powered by compressed gas, they had enough wallop to shatter a shark's skull.
After the outer office crew had gone home for the night, Hidalgo merrily assembled his bikini shock troops. It was a tasty line-up, let me tell you. "Go on, take your pick, Mr. Grue," he urged.
Pick I did. But only after careful consideration and sometimes manual inspection. I chose a tight little blonde with freckles and pigtails. She was sweet babyfat all over. And I picked a black chick, no more than sixteen. Cute kitten face, short afro, and a round pair of ass-cheeks that made my balls ache every time I looked at them. Last I picked Marylou. Not because I felt sorry for her, or kinship with her hatred for Hidalgo. I picked her because she was such a rip-roaring fuck, and even if the others turned out to be cold fish, I knew she'd give me a royal screwing.
"okay, the rest of you can go home now," Hidalgo said. Then he turned towards me. "You picked well, Mr. Grue. Just don't wear them out, heh-heh, heh-heh. Please follow me..."
We left the chicks behind and went through an office I'd never been in before. At the rear of it was a double door. Hidalgo opened it and gestured for me to go in ahead of him. My destination was a bathroom of sorts. It was done up in gold and ivory tile ... gold fixtures and ivory sunken tub.
"Feel this," Hidalgo said, turning on the tap.
It wasn't water that ran over my palm. It was oil. Slick, perfumed and hot.
"I'll send the girls in presently," he said, leering as he closed the door and left me.
I adjusted the tape, put in the plug and stripped down to the buff while the tub filled. The perfume, musky and dizzying in the close quarters, was new to me. I'd say it smelled like pussy, only sweeter, but I know that sounds crazy.
When the tub was filled with the steaming yellow fluid, I turned off the faucets and stepped in.
GODDAM! Unlike water, the oil seemed to caress the skin, to suck at it. I sat down in the stuff and felt it squish between my ass-cheeks and under my balls. Then, like a water toy being inflated, my pud arched up from the slick liquid and pointed, pulsing at my chin. It glistened in the soft light of the bathroom.
The door opened and the freckled blonde came in. She was naked. Her taut little body was just the kind of stuff my stiff cock craved. It bobbed its swollen head in approval. As I ate her up with my eyes, digging the high uptilted tits capped with plest pink, the round curve of her tummy feathering into a fat, wide mound covered with tight golden curls, the hint of startling crimson beneath, she stared at my hard cock.
It flopped on my belly like a eel out of water. "Sorry," I said. "But the tub's mighty shallow..."
Her eyes glued to my flaring prick head, she knelt down, showing me a pair of firm buttocks and above them the angry lips of her pussy. She scooped up a handful of the hot oil. "It's shallow because Hidalgo can't swim," she said, pouring the oil down the cleft of her tits, letting it drip over her tummy and into her hot fork.
"No kidding?" I said, laughing. "Well, I guess that figures."
She smeared the oil over her nipples, closing her eyes at the slick feel of it. When she opened them again, there was a need in them ... a need for dick. Another handful of oil was poured, this one on her fat mons. She held her thighs parted so I could see the slippery fluid run over her pubes, soaking them, so I could see it trickle over her puffy cunt lips, ooze in between the crimson gash of her sex. Still she stared at my cock, drawn and repelled by its size.
"It'll make a new woman out of you," I said, laughing. My cock shifted on my belly, flopping in the musky liquid.
She stepped in the tub, squatting, then pushed flat out on her belly beside me, her face under the surface. When she pushed up from the bottom, her pony tails were two slick strands, her face dripping with oil. She pursued her lips and spewed a stream of hot oil over my face. God! It did smell like pussy!
I reached for her slick flesh but she slipped from my hand. She took hold of my erect cock and began rubbing her oily face on it, cooing and moaning into the slot.
"Mmmmm," she hummed. "Pee-nuss!" Her glistening lips parted, and dove over the head of my cock, bathing it in wonderful heat.
She was so slick. Her lips moved rapidly up and down my shaft. Greedy girl. She looked like a goddam high school cheerleader and she was going down on my greasy pud like a seasoned whore. Her freckled cheeks puffed in and out as she paused to give suck to my plum bob. Her tongue fluttered back and forth over the tender nerve bundle beneath my slot. Then down again, diving lips, stretched tight, slimy red banana sliding deep in her throat. Lord! Lord! Lord! The way she twisted her head once she had me bottomed! My cock head would vibrate as it was rasped against something hot and slippery way down in her gullet. And how the child could suck!
"Good girl! Such a good girl!" I muttered, groping for her well-lubricated buns. I hooked her thigh and slid her ass up towards my face. Without hesitation, I pushed her cheeks apart and mashed my gooey face into her gooey crotch. The feeling of hot buns on my cheeks, slick, crisp hairs and buttered velvet fork sliding over my mouth was mind-bending. Somewhere out of sight, a suction pump had latched onto the root of my cock. A tight ring was going up and down the bristly base.
"So sweet!" I mumbled into the slick buns, lashing my tongue over them, loving the round domes. I spread them far apart with my thumbs. The puckring pink pore of her ass drew my attention, as well as my tongue. I slid the tip of it up the protesting sphincter, then let its own natural sucking action draw me in deeper. Her body was searing hot on the inside and the pore began to squeeze the root off my tongue, pouting in and out as it did so.
For a stinky eternity we lay like that: she with her lips slogging up and down the final swollen inch of my cock, the head buried deep in her throat; me with slippery lips pressed tight to her flexing ass-hole, tongue flipping in and out, boring high into her ass, giving her prime ass-fuck.
Finally, I'd had enough. I pulled my tongue from her sucking butt with difficulty and pressed my lips to her slick red gash. At the feel of my mouth on her sex, she doubled-timed her cocksucking efforts. She wanted me to eat her pussy and she wanted it bad. I obliged, nuzzling my face in between sopping lips, and lancing her deep on the first thrust. I held the slick gobes of her butt in my palms and pumped with face and neck, making my tongue fuck her like a cock.
Oooh-weee! Her stink was far tangier than the oil's and it made my balls tighten just to whiff it. And I did more than whiff it, I wallowed in it, gobbling up the sudden slick rush that bubbled into my mouth.
"UMMMM! MMMMPH!" she whinnied. She was holding onto my hipbones and her head was bobbing at blinding speed. A regular cocksucking machine.
I was too wrapped up in the deep red slit to notice the door opening. But I did notice a pair of slender brown feet stepping into the tub beside my head. Panting, I took tongue from cunt and replaced it with a pair of plunging fingers.
"Hi, baby," the black chick said.
I was looking right up into her cunt. Framed by round, round hips, it was a sleek ebony mound. Just a tad of kinky fuzz above the cleft. The cleft being chocolate on the outside and shoeing pink on the inside. Creamy pink and dewy moist.
She squatted down next to me, her thighs wide part. I gawked at the way her pussy split, at the saucy domes of he ass. "You a horny Honky, huh, baby?" she said, scooping up a handful of oil and rubbing it into her pear shaped, chocolate tits. "She be suckin' your dick pretty good. You hon-gry, baby?" she asked, pouring oil onto her already slippery snatch.
I swear I could smell her pussy fumes over the perfume of the oil, over the blonde's funky juice on my mouth. The inside of my mouth filled with drool.
"Heah, le' me do this," she said, taking my fingers from the blonde's pussy. She slid three of her own into the red slow, twisting and flipping them expertly. "And you do me."
She squatted closer and then kneeled on either side of my face. I took hold of her big, jutting buttocks and dragged her fragrant cunt down on my mouth. Kissing and sucking, I laid waste to outer lips, ravaged the inner ones. By the time I shoved tongue up her tight box, she was quivering all over and her brown fingers were a diving blur flying into the red hole.
"Uhhh! HONKY MUTHERFUCKA!! " she cried, as her cunt clamped my tongue root. She took me by the ear and tried to make me tongue-fuck her faster by tugging hard. When that failed she held my face still and began humping my mouth like a black maniac. Her pussy opened wider and wider over my face like a sloppy flower, and it makes squishy sucking noises every time my tongue shot home.
The blonde at my cock sucked expertly, knowing intuitively when to lighten up the pressure so I couldn't come. She teased and taunted me with her sucking mouth.
I held the black chick's buns as best I could. They were incredibly slick and fat. As she humped wildly, her whole ass slid around in my palms. I had my little finger tips touching, the edges of my hands held together tightly to contain her violent ass shaking. Again and again the tips of my pinkies bumped over the dainty dimple of her ass-hole. Every time she moaned ecstatically.
"Honky, you know what I need," she said, her voice a low growl.
Timing my attack with her ass flip, I thrust my paired fingers up her butt hole.
"MUTHERFUCK,TASSOGUDE!! "she cried.
I gave her more. The fingertips bored up not hole. The tips touched but the long bones remained apart so that the tool I used to ream her butt was wedge shaped. The more length I gave her, the more width I gave her also.
"UHHHNGA! UHH!" she moaned as her pore stretched to accommodate my knuckles. She made high pitched squeaking sounds when her gash slopped into my face. "STOP! OH! STOP!! ! " she pleaded, raising up off my face, shuddering.
I kept my finger up her ass, kept twisting it, flipping it in and out, making the round pucker-mouth puff and pout.
"OH! NO!! " she wailed, digging her nails into my hands and drawing my fingers from her ass-hole. They parted company with wet smacking sound. "COCK! I want COCK!" she exclaimed, grabbing the blonde by her pigtails and hauling her mouth off my dick.
With her sleek back to me, she squatted again, spreading her fat buns with both hands. I could see the puckered brown butt hole between the ebony cheeks. Then she gripped my cock and put the angry red head right on her ass-hole. "Ohhhh!" she yelped as she bore down with all her weight.
My cock slid into a tight brown heaven. The fucking power of her ass-hole was amazing. It convulsed over every inch of my cock. Up and down she raised her ass, driving my pud deep into her ass on every thrust.
Not wanting to be left out, the blonde threw herself on the black chick. Standing right in front of the humping girl's face, she tossed a slender white leg over her shoulder and shoved all that hot muff into her mouth. The black chick never missed a thrust. She began gobbling he white pussy hungrily, sending tongue stabs deep into the crimson slot.
Then, a pair of sweet white thighs descended on my head. Marylou! Her hands were trembling as she caressed my face, positioning me for the treat to come. Her nearly hairless pussy grazed my nose, mouth, chin. I was awash in the musty odor of her. I opened my mouth and held out my tongue. Slowly, she dragged herself across the broad, quivering blade. Asshole, then slick skin, then hot slot. All of her crotch slid across my tongue. It was clear that she intended to drive me mad with tiny sips of her body, when what I craved was a deep, deep draught.
I shoved an oily finger up her tight ass-hole and held her still, like a bowling ball, while I gave her cunt the suck of a lifetime. She shuddered and her ass-hole gripped my knuckle. And then I was quaking like a leaf, my balls pulsed, sending intense nut joy to brain pan, fingers, toes, and I was coming! Coming right up that flipping brown ass!
At the feel of spurting cock high in her rectum, the black chick screamed. A scream muffled by the gooey folds of the cunt she was sucking. A scream whose trapped vibrations sent flurries of pleasure flying over the blonde's clit.
In and out, the brown ass-hole rode me, drawing the hot sperm from my nuts. Above the swish of Marylou's frantic thighs, I could hear joyous fuck sounds echoing in the small tile room. The sounds of tumescent sex flesh merging, parting merging.
The first two spurts of my cock were small ones. The third was a monster. I could feel it rising up my cock tube, a torpedo of splooie. It thrilled me to the marrow to send that hot load flying up her butt. And when the searing heat touched the sensitive walls of her anus, her ass-hole went berserk, clutching and sucking, drawing my orgasm out to the point of pain.
When the wild fuck session ground to a halt, there were four happy folks in the oil bath. We ran a fresh tub and played like we were sardines for awhile, sliding arid slipping over each other until we got so hot we all had to have another fuck.
Let me tell you, I was BONE tired when I bid the chicks good night. I wasn't going to say anything to Hidalgo, just split, but I saw a light on in his office and got the sudden guilts over all the money he'd given me, not to mention the hot and horny teenagers. So, I opened the door and went in.
A guy in my profession gets used to seeing things that would make an ordinary citizen lose his lunch. Me big hardman, and all that crap. But what stared back at me from Hidalgo's throne chair made the gorge rise in my throat.
It was Hidalgo. He was stone, glassy dead. His face was twisted up in a terrible grimace of pain, frozen like that. Both his hands were wrapped around the shaft of one of his goddam harpoons, as if he'd been trying frantically to pull the thing out of himself when he died. Whoever killed him wanted him to suffer. It was a gut shot, right through his belly and deep into the wood frame of the chair, pinning him like a butterfly on a needle, holding him there to die.
From the papers strewn everywhere and the shredded clothing about the entrance wound, it must've taken him a long, long time to get over the hump.
I picked up the phone and called the police . Mistake Number One.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Truth or Consequences
Mistake Number Two was waiting around for Detective Ramon and his goon squad to arrive. They had me up against the wall so fast it made my head swim.
"Alright, Big Bad Bascom," Ramon said, doing his usual number with the gun muzzle and my spine. "You're going up for this one. I promise you that."
"It wasn't me..." I protested.
"Uh-huh, you were framed I suppose?" he chuckled, snapping the cuffs on behind my back.
"I didn't say that..." I felt cold steel against the base of my skull.
"Shut the fuck up, Grue," Ramon said. "We got you this time. This is nearly a locked room murder, what with the heavy security downstairs. You had access and you had motive..."
"Like what?" I asked, turning my head.
"Like maybe you were putting the squeeze on him over something you found out during your little investigation. like maybe you were scaring him a little to get the gravy flowing and Zowie! One dead tycoon."
"That's the biggest load of horseshit I ever heard, Ramon. I'll be out in two hours."
Ramon grinned. He reminded me of the dead shark. "Don't bet on it. It seems some folks around here saw you threaten that turkey with a gun earlier today, and we got a guy who'll swear he saw you rip off the stiff's money clip. No shakedown, huh?"
"I want to see a lawyer," I said.
"Sure, sure. Read this bozo his rights, Vic," Ramon said. "We want everything real proper."
Two plainclothesmen came up from downstairs. They weren't happy. The skinny one in the plaid suit cleared his throat and said, "Uh, chief, we got a problem with the Security thing..."
Ramon's eyes narrowed. "Yeah?"
"Uh, well, there was a big traffic pile up at about eleven fifteen p.m. It happened almost right in front. The rent-a-cop was off his post for ten or twelve minutes helping put out the fire..."
"So much for your 'locked room murder', " I said.
"That doesn't change a thing. You're still suspect number one, turkey. We got ways of getting the straight poop out of hard guys like you. Come on, let's escort Mr. Private Investigator downtown."
The ride downtown was a series of half-concealed kicks in the shins, elbows in the kidneys, shoulders in the face. By the time we got to Central Station, I felt like a footstool.
We went through the lengthy booking procedure. I was photographed, fingerprinted, examined for concealed weapons, and all my valuables were taken from me.
Then they took me to the interrogation room and turned on the klieg lights and the charm.
"You don't want to take a big fall for this, Grue," Ramon cooed. "If you agree to cop, we can make a real sweet deal."
"When do I get my phone call?" I asked for the hundredth time.
"In a minute," Ramon promised. "But first, about this lesser plea..."
We went round and round for a long time. Ramon got real made when I wouldn't talk about anything but my phone call.
"okay, ass breath, you asked for it!" he shouted. "We're going to get a confession out of you. A confession to Murder One!"
"Like hell," I answered.
"Turn him over to the Lie Detector," Ramon ordered his flunkies.
"Hey, you can't hook me up to any machine without my consent!" I said, twisting away from the cop's grip.
Ramon laughed in my face. "Listen to the expert! You been watching too much TV, turkey. Our 'Lie Detector' isn't any machine. Get him out of here!"
The flunkies strong armed me down the long hall of interrogation rooms. But they couldn't resist the temptation to dig in the knife.
"Damn! I feel sorry for you, man," the skinny cop said.
"Yeah," added the other one. "Lots of hard dudes thought they could hold up. You know, keep quiet. Man, they come out of here crying like babies. like babies!"
The skinny one pushed me in a sparsely furnished room. Acoustic tile on the ceiling and walls. There was one straight backed chair, a tall wooden post, and right in front of the post was a wide wooden block. The top of the block was all dented, like it'd been pounded with a hammer.
"There's still time if you want to cop," the skinny one said, hopefully. "I really hate to see a man go through this kind of shit..."
If he hated it so much, why was he smiling from ear to ear? "Stick it up your ass!" I said.
"Don't say I didn't give you a chance, P.I." he said, fastening my cuffed wrists around the pole behind me. "Keep a stiff ... upper lip!" he said, unable to restrain his laughter.
Both of the cops thought it was a very funny thing to say. Chortling, they left the room and closed the door behind them. I was plunged into half darkness. I stayed that way for a long time.
Then the door opened and a policewoman came in. She was a tall chick, five-foot-ten in her bare feet, and even taller in her heavy, department issue shoes. Under her policewoman's cap, she had straight dark hair that curled in about her jaw line. On first glance, her face was a stunner. A closer look exposed minor flaws: green eyes set a bit too far apart, upper lip too wide, chin too square. Her mouth was full and large, a bit too large, perhaps too passionate. There were no flaws in her body. From her long slender neck on down things just got better and better. She had a monumental pair of tits that pushed her uniform blouse way out of shape. Her nipples were so dark skinned, I could see the shadow of their shape through bra and blouse. Large nipples, they were, with fat buttons in the center. About her waist she wore a non-regulation belt. It was very wide, like a girdle almost, and she wore it super tight. Even the mannish uniform skirt, long and straight, couldn't hide the supple contours of her hips, round and firm, and the legs beneath were almost too long to be believed.
"Good morning, Mr...." she paused to look at the manila file she held in her hand. "Mr. Grue.
I'll call you Bascom, if you don't mind. My name is Officer Eva Tang."
"Be my guest," I said, giving her lush body an overt and greedy once over.
She smiled at my interest. "Well, Bascom, you are in a mess, aren't you? Want to tell me about it?"
I explained to her how I'd been railroaded by Detective Ramon. She listened politely, smiling from time to time. I get the definite feeling that she was sizing me up, too.
When I finished, she said, "That's very interesting, Bascom. You have an active imagination at least." She took a seat on the chair in front of me, first smoothing out the skirt over her jutting buttocks. When she crossed her legs I nearly shit. She did it real slowly. The long, lanky calves and thighs sliding over each other, pausing for a fraction of a second to give me a cock-lifting view of what was between them. Silky white flesh, jumping tendons, and the nakedest piece of pussy you'd ever want to see. Her pubes were a coal black bush against all the white skin; tightly curled, they fluffed out over her more than ample ass-cheeks. It wasn't that she wasn't wearing panties, because she was; it was that the panties had no crotch in them. I got a glimpse of white lace, squirming pink pussy under all the fur, and then her legs were crossed.
"I get so many guys who can't even make up a good lie," she went on. She was watching me the whole time I was peeking at her pussy, watching me and smiling smugly. She rubbed her thighs together, as if she had a little itch between them. The sound of silky skin on silky skin roared into my brain.
"It was all true," I said, trying to will my pud into a state of inactivity. It was hard as hell with her sitting there, smiling at me so foxily.
"Don't try and shit me, Bascom!" she yelled, rising from the chair. "There's just the two of us in here..." She locked the windowless door. " ... And we aren't going to be disturbed."
She leaned very close to me. I could smell her perfume and something else I couldn't quite put my finger on. My own sweat?
"Whisper it to me ... the truth," she said, her big, soft lips an inch from my mouth, her pink tongue showing between her teeth.
"OHH!" I exclaimed, shocked by the back of her hand grazing my stiffening cock. This was a cop?
She turned her head and uncovered a soft, shell-like ear for me to whisper in. I blew in it instead. The hand bumped my dick again, sending waves of excitement zapping into my balls.
"Oh, that's all you've got to tell me?" she said in mock disappointment. "Well, we've got all day and then some..." She sat again. And again the exaggerated leg crossing.
Going, going, gone. I gawked into her white thighs, into the hairy black beard. Her cunt was a deeper pink than a moment ago. The lips were plainly visible under the fuzz, and they were swelling. Then, the show ended.
My dick, past the point of mental control, arched up against the front of my pants lewdly. There wasn't any point in trying to cover it up. And a cover up was out of the question with my hands cuffed behind me.
Officer Tang looked at the tent in my pants with apparent disgust. "What is that?" she exclaimed. "Is that an erection? Are you getting a hard on? Oh, my God!"
The dark circles of her nipples had become smaller and the fat buttons were hard nubs pushing against bra and blouse.
"That is really sickening! You're a pervert, too!" she said, standing up. "What was it?" she demanded. "The hairs on my pussy? My long legs? My hot cunt? What was it?"
I just looked at her dumbly as she began to undress.
Not that she stripped down to the buff, but close enough to make it damned interesting. With an expression on her face like she wanted to throw up, she removed her bra from under her uniform blouse and slipped out of the skirt. She stood in front of me, legs wide apart.
Needless to say, I stared into the fat mons that hung between the kcey cut-away legs of her panties. Fat and hairy and the pussy beneath was pouting at me pinkly, puffing out dewy lips. My cock got even harder, mashing painfully into my fly. The agony showed on my face.
"Oh, Christ! I don't usually do this," she explained reaching for my zipper. "But you look like you're hurting." She unzipped my pants and the next thing I knew she was fishing around inside for my cock. Her fingers were red hot when they pulled it out.
"There!" she said. "That's better, isn't it?" She admired the thickness of my cockstem and the fat, grayish cap.
My pud looked ten times lewder poking out of my fly that way, what with all the hairs sticking out, and the shaft making a red banana arch up at the ceiling.
She stroked the back of it absently with her knuckles, and muscles in my ass tensed, making it flip up into her fingers.
"I bet you like to fuck, Bascom," she said, her eyes mere slits. The long arm of the law reached out and the soft fingers of the law took hold of my cock, wringing it expertly, making sheath of loose skin slip up and down the inner bone.
I couldn't figure out what the hell was going on, but I sure hoped it wasn't going to stop right away.
Her hand pumped my cock while she spoke to me in a husky whisper. "You do like to fuck. Ummmm, doesn't this feel good? Ohhh, it feels good to me too, Bascom. Ohhh, yes. You're a real man. Know something, Bascom?" she asked, her wrist snapping, my pud flying through her fist.
"Huh?" I said.
"I like to fuck, too," she confessed. Then she put her shoe up on the wooden block and held her thighs apart. "See?" her fingers dove into the hairy muff, spreading the pink lips. "See how hot I am? I'm ready for some of this cock." She tugged hard on my cock, as if trying to stretch it into the dewy slot. The bloated head, a dark purple under her strangling grip, brushed slick, hot folds and I nearly squirted.
"Ohhhh, that's so nice," she said, mashing my dickhead into her slot. She let it go and it sprang up, cap glistening with her juice. "Too bad it's against department policy..."
"Huh?"
"That's right. Police personnel are not allowed to have sexual intercourse with suspects."
I looked at my aching cock and groaned.
"Of course, if you told me the truth..."
"Jesus! I told you the truth. Let's fuck!"
She stopped smiling for an instant, then beamed at me again. "Oh, Bascom. I'm not joking. I NEED something in my cunt." To prove her point she dipped two fingers in her pussy and frigged herself into a dither. When she stopped her face was flushed and her cunt was dripping up a storm. She waved the stinky fingers under my nose. "Don't you want some?" she asked.
God did I ever! Her cunt smelled like a den of foxes in heat, pine needles and musk. But I couldn't lie. "Look, I'm telling you the truth," I said. "Come on, let's screw!"
She stopped smiling altogether. Her face was a grim mask. "Shall we play a game, then? A little game I made up?"
I just looked at her moist cunt.
"First, I have to get you harder, baby," she said, leaning down, letting her big boobs fall out of the front of her uniform. She put my swollen cock in between the silky cleft and mashed her tits down on my shaft.
"JEEEEEZ!" I exclaimed as she began rubbing her soft tits up and down my cock. When she stopped, my dick was an angry red, and all the sinews and veins stuck out in high relief.
"Mmmmmmm," she hummed. "That's better." Then she pushed the wooden block closer to me.
"Hey! Wait a minute!! ! " I yelped, realizing suddenly what the block was for. My hard cock lay stretched out on it like a rooster neck on the chopping block. All the dents!! ! ! god! the dents!! !
"Now my little helper..." she said, bending over and opening her purse. God, she stuck her ass right in my face. The firm cheeks, tight pink ass-hole and below, the sopping pink gash and its crisp black beard. My cock flopped on the cold block.
"Here we are," she announced, straightening up.
I felt a clammy sweat break out on my forehead. In her hand she held a ball peen hammer.
"I call this little game 'The Lie Detector.' Isn't that cute?"
Looking at my cock on the block and the hammer in her hand, somehow the whole thing didn't strike me as 'cute' at all.
"Before we start, I've got to warn you: don't flinch! See that blotch of brown to the left of your prick? That's what happens if you move. Squish! I bet you've never seen a squashed dick, have you?
"okay, Bascom, one more chance. The truth!"
I just shook my head. My mouth was bone dry, my bone was stone hard.
Then she played her version of "Truth or Consequences." Raising the hammer up in both hands she brought in down in a tight arc, terminating one quarter of an inch from the head of my cock. The sound it made when it impacted scared the shit out of me. I would've peed, but you can't pee through a hard on. The hammer rebounded high in the air and my cock head tingled from the vibration that shook the block.
"Well?" she asked, holding the hammer ready for another blow. She was panting heavily and slick stuff gushed from her slot and trickled down the inside of her thighs.
"Uh, how creative of you to think up such an interesting game," I said lamely, watching my cock shrink up like an inflatable water toy with a bad leak.
"Hey! Hey! We can't have you going soft on me!" she cried. She bent over and scooped up my shriveling pud. "You don't mind if I take a li'l taste, do you, Bascom?"
She didn't wait for an answer. Her big mouth opened up and clamped onto the end of my dick. She held my flaccid head between her lips, resting right on her tongue, and began to suck. Jesus, could that cop suck! She had an appetite for dick that wouldn't quit.
I fought against the tightening feeling in my nuts, but it was useless. Her mouth was better than any pussy I'd ever fucked ... hotter, slicker, more highly skilled. She got me hard in seconds and then took to shoving the whole thing down her long, slender throat. I watched with glee bubbling in my balls as my choad, slimy with her drool, slid between her puckered lips, over her pebbly tongue, and down her hot throat.
"Much better!" she gasped, holding the thing inches from her lips. She gave my pudcap a 1st, loving slurp and then stood up. She raised the hammer once again.
"Oh! All that cocksucking has got me dizzy." she said. "Now the truth, Bascom..."
My dick flopped convulsively. "Honestly, Eva
WHHHHHHUNK! The hammer hit even closer, harder. I could feel the air whoosh over my dickhead. My bone went down fast.
"If you can't keep up a hard, I'm going to have to nail it out here," she said, seriously.
Then she took it in her sweet mouth again and revived it. She dawdled over it longer the second time, closing her eyes, flaring her nostrils as pre-come oozed into her mouth. She was getting horny alright. When she stood up, a regular river of juice was running from her gash. She took a single, five penny nail from her purse and set it beside my gooey prick.
"No more nonsense," she warned me, raising the hammer.
Then she asked the question again and I answered.
WHHHHHHUNK!
I kept up the hard.
"The truth!"
WHHHHUNK!
"Suck me, you slut!" I pleaded. "I want to come in your mouth!! ! "
WHHHHHHUNK! WHHHHUNK!
The air blast of the falling hammer only fanned the blaze in my balls. The poor cop, winded, paused to catch her breath.
I looked at the halo of dents about the dome of my cock. Unbelievable! Some pre-come dribbled from my slot onto the block. She watched it hungrily.
"You want it, baby. You know you do. If you don't hurry, I'm going to squirt on the floor, and then what'll you do? Lick it up?"
The cop licked her lips. I had her going.
"Just a little more and I'll give it all to you, every last drop...."
She swooped down and gobbled my cock whole, stuffing it all down her throat at once, bobbing her head, twisting her lips about the shaft. Such gusto!
"Mmmmmmmmm!" she hummed, snorting and snuffling into the hairs at the base of my cock.
I opened my eyes and saw the hammer slip from the block. Gripping it by the head, she corkscrewed the long ash handle right into her snatch. Using it like a dildo she whipped her pussy into a sputtering, farting frenzy.
She paused when my cock began to quiver, moaning her joy around my cock shaft. Then, as the hot spurt shot up my tube, she drew back, holding my dick out straight and aimed like a bota bag. She showed me how much she loved sperm. She held her mouth open and let me watch the ropy strands flop onto her tongue, over the back of her throat. I spurted again and it splattered over her full lips, and hung down into her mouth. She adored it! Every rank and salty dollop. Swallowing quickly, she wrung my pud in her hand, teasing my nerve bundle with the tip of her tongue, teasing my orgasm out until my legs trembled, teasing more hot splooie from my balls. The last gummy teaspoonful she held on her tongue, savoring it until it became dilute with her own mouth juices, then gobbled it down.
It was then that I noticed the hammer. Her hand was locked about the t-shaped head and the handle was sliding into her cunt up to her knuckles.
"Ohhhhhhhh," she sighed, twisting the handle round and round, and licking her lips. "That was fun." She had come breath and bad.
"I take it intercourse with implements of torture isn't against department policy?" I asked.
"Ohhhh, no," she moaned. "This is a regulation ball peen."
I don't we stop by my apartment for a second ... so I I can change."
Sounded like a good idea to me, although I had : no intention of letting her put anything back on after she'd taken it off.
Officer Tang lived in a modern security apartment in Twin Peaks. She was an Art Nouveau I freak. Her whole pad was decorated in it. .
"Nice place," I said, lying, as she undulated if over to the small bar.
"Would you like a little something?" she asked. "Sure, but not to drink," I said, moving in fast I and firmly pinning her to the wall. I pressed my 'I mouth on hers hard. She held her lips tightly I closed, cold as ice.
"You sure got some fine tits," I whispered, scooping up a big handful of boob and squeezing. I pinched her nipple and it sprang to life between my 'I thumb and forefinger.
"Stop!" she said with authority, bringing her sleek knee up.
"Oh! what have we here?" I said, dodging and snatching her leg behind the knee. Her skin was so smooth and warm. I mashed my mouth on hers again, using my teeth this time, biting her fat lips. I And I slipped my hand down the underside of the I thigh I held captive.
"Bascom, please!! " she said, twisting her face I away from my chewing teeth. She tried to get her thigh free, but I had it trapped between my arm and my body.
My fingers raced towards her crotch, her hairy black cunt. I felt the lace, skin softer than the softest velvet, and then tight, curly hairs.
"Ohhh," she moaned, shaking her head. "Not like this..."
But I had my hand cupped over her furry muff then, and I couldn't let go. It was a tickling, plump mound in my palm. So densely furred, so very hot. I held her sex like a softball, rolling the entire thing in my hand, groping, groping, troping.
"Such a hot cunt," I wheezed, my cock straining against the leg of my pants. Under the insistent probing of my fingertips, the hairy lips parted and a sizzling slick goo issued forth. Grinding the heel of my hand into her soft ass, I slipped a finger up her cunt.
"Ohhhhhh," she groaned as the digit drove home.
Her cunt sucked at my finger, nursing on the" knuckle, and her hips flipped spasmodically, rubbing my palm into her ass-hole. I made a smooching sound that stole the breath from my lungs.
"Good, huh?" I hissed. "You like a little rough stuff, don't you, baby?" I crammed two more fingers into her sloppy slot, and the velvet tube stretched easily to accommodate them.
"Uhhhh," she whimpered, her goop was pooling in my palm.
I let go of her thigh, but she didn't lower it. She held her cunt open for me to maul. I took hold of her uniform blouse and ripped it open. Buttons ricocheted off the wall. My fingers pumping into her cunt, I yanked at her bra until I got one sweet globe to spill out. The other one was cruelly pinned beneath elastic and wire. I took her tit in my mouth and sucked it deep in my throat, making it elongate at the tip.-
"Uh ... Uh ... Uh..." she muttered feebly, her cheeks were touched with sex blush.
The smell was getting to me. It lambasted my nasal sensors and sent my balls quivering in my jockey shorts. "You need some dick, don't you?" I said, digging the way her tongue lapped about the edge of her mouth at the sound f the word.
I tore my hand from her cunt and dragged her away from the wall. She hit the bar and made an "Ooooof!" sound, then hung onto it, panting. I snatched up her purse and dumped the contents out on the floor: .38 caliber revolver, ball peen hammer, chrome handcuffs. I grabbed the cuffs and then took hold of her hair. "Come on, Officer," I snarled. "This one's on me."
Why was I so furious? Was it the sight of the ball peen that had come so close to destroying my masculinity? Was it a hunger for revenge on the woman who had humiliated me? My face felt fully as flushed as my cock as I shoved and kicked the whimpering policewoman into her bedroom. Was I going nuts?
Whatever it was that had hold of me, it was too late to stop it.
"Bascom, you don't have to..." she cried. "I'll do whatever you want...."
"Goddam right you will!" I yelled, lashing out with my foot, catching her broad ass with the sole, making the twin mounds of flesh quiver, making her fly across the room and land belly down on the brass bed.
She'd bounced once and was going up a second time when I dove on her back. Her blouse made further ripping sounds as I shedded it from her back.
"God! God!" she wailed, as I hauled her from the bed and threw her to the floor. She landed on all fours, one huge tit swaying.
I took her by the hair again, careful not to muss her cop cap, and mashed her mouth against the hard length of my cock. "Love that hot meat," huh?" Her lips parted and gripped the shaft beneath the fabric. She was eager to please.
"We already did that," I reminded her, yanking her head back. "Tonight we're gonna try something new."
I led her around the end of the bed by the hair, a bitch on a leash. Then I clinked the cuffs on the brass bed frame. "Your hand!" I commanded.
The policewoman obeyed instantly, putting her hand on the metal tube. The sex flush still kissed her cheeks and in her green eyes there was hunger.
I snapped the cuff on her wrist, threaded the chain links around the frame and made her give me her other hand. In a couple seconds I had rendered her totally helpless. "You're mine now," I said in her small ear. "You're my slave."
A large tear rolled down her blushing cheek. "Don't hurt me," she begged, but the look in her eyes said: "Hurt me, hurt me quick!"
I obliged her. Taking hold of the wide leather belt, I jerked her to her feet. She was bent over at the waist; her ass jutted out provocatively. I reached under her heaving stomach and removed the belt.
"You like it from both ends, don't you Officer? like to dish it out and like to receive it?" I doubled the belt over and cracked it over her firm ass.
"OW!" she yelped, her buttocks jiggling. "DOOOONNNN'TTT!" she cried.
Holding my rage in with difficulty, I said, "okay." I walked around the bed and sat down. I looked at her face. Tears rolled from her big eyes and her large mouth hung open. We stared at each other for a long minute, then she began shifting her weight from foot to foot, making her big ass rotate. She had the kind of ass that was meant to receive punishment ... full, protruding buttocks ... and it was all I could do to still the urge to attack her.
"B-Bascom," she groaned, a long dollop of slobber drooling from her lips. The hunger in her eyes was skull splitting.
I waited for her words.
"P-Please..." she blubbered. "P-Please hurt me!"
I sprang to the task, raising the belt high over my head, as she had raised the hammer earlier. I brought it down with all my strength.
"WHHHHHHACK!" the belt cracked across her buns.
She sucked in air between her teeth and shuddered.
'WHHHHHHACK! I hit her again. And again. She began to moan from low in her belly ... a long cry interrupted only by the loud WHHHHACK! of leather kissing her buttocks.
"You love it..."
"WHHHHHACK!"
"I bet your cunt is wet, too..." WHHHHACK! WHHHHACK!
WHHHHACK! I wailed on her unmercifully, astounded by the effect of the rain of blows. She lifted her ass to meet the impacts, tilting her butt so the blows fell lower and lower in her crack.
The more I hit her, the harder my cock got. And when I paused for breath I found I was shaking as much if not more than she was. I had to have a look at my handiwork. Dropping the belt to the floor, I took hold of the waistband of her skirt in both hands and then jerked my hands apart, splitting the dress down the back clear to the hem. It fell from my hands to the floor.
"Oooooooooh," she continued to moan, rubbing her mouth on the cold brass rail.
The sight of her big, beautiful ass made my heart leap to my throat. The luscious curves, perfect pale domes were covered with red marks, the imprint of the belt. Welts had already begun to rise from the soft skin. I touched her ass and found it blazing hot from the punishment.
She groaned louder at the feel of my cool hand on her hot buns. I tore the useless panties from her hips and gave her butt a solid smack with the flat of my hand.
"Ummmmm," she said.
Her cheek trembled in my palm. So hot! I leaned down and put my cheek to her ass, feeling the radiant heat I had created. So soft! I ran my face over her out-flung ass, digging the incredible softness of her skin.
Putting my nose at the top of her crack, I slowly kneeled behind her, letting my nose slide down the damp, hot crevice. What smells assailed my nostrils! First sweet funky butt as the tip of my nose nudged her tight pink ass-hole. Then, as I moved lower, pure hot fox!
I gripped her ass-cheeks in both hands and spread them, burying my face in her crack. Her muff was a dripping hole, a split beaver oozing hot slop. I held her cheeks wide apart and thrust my mouth on her cunt, shoving my tongue between the slick outer and inner lips, lifting her ass so I could get the deepest penetration possible. I took a long, passionate suck off her pussy, swallowing her juice, flipping my tongue over the velvety walls. She whimpered and rotated her ass in a slow, grinding circle, mashing my mouth against her swollen cunt. Her black beard felt so fantastic, all sopping and crisp, over my chin, and her pussy lips parted so wide that they seemed to slurp at my entire face.
My nose burrowed into the puckering ass-hole. She made a high pitched, keening sound, as nose slid into pore.
I could take no more. My skull kept crawling with electricity; my knees were knocking together. I stood up long enough to tear off my clothes and then I hunched over her smooth back. My cock slipped in between her thighs and bumped against her wet mound.
"OOOOOOH!" she crooned, clamping her thighs tight around my flopping cock.
I shoved my prick in and out of the slick thighs, digging the slimy feel of her cunt lips as they slobbered over the top of it. Then I drew back, hauled her cheeks apart, and edged my cock forward. When I had the pulsing head centered in the pink hole, I paused, panting.
She didn't pause an instant. With hard back flips of the ass, she drove my cock deep in her cunt. It was like being eaten alive by a starving beast. From the first lunge, her cunt sputtered and farted. The spray of funky nectar had my pubes sopping in no time and rivers of juice ran down the backs of her thighs. I warmed up to the task instantly, and began giving her a good hard screw. Tip to root thrusts that sent her butt jiggling like a plate full of jell-o.
But the more I fucked her, the looser she got. Her tube expanded at an alarming rate, until I could barely feel any pussy at all. You could've gotten an inflated football into her cunt. I should've figured as much ... any chick who uses a hammer for a dildo...
She was snorting and whinnying, but it was plain that she wasn't getting off. Something had to be done.
I let my cock slide all the way out of her cunt. It was slimy and red and her pussy juice hung from the bulb in a long strand. Making a ring of my thumb and forefinger, I circled her flexing butthole. Then I flipped my hips hard, shoving my cock through the ring and with a smacking sound I burst into her ass.
"OWWWWWW!" she screeched, as slick dick penetrated high into her rectum, stretching her tight ass-hole to the splitting point.
Still pumping cock through the snug sphincter, I leaned down and took hold of her thighs, lifting her up from the floor, tilting her ass for maximum fuck depth. She hung over the floor, held by the cuffs to the end of the bed.
"OH! OH! OH!" she wailed, her noises taking on a new urgency, a new timbre of pain-joy; like growls they sprang from deep in her belly.
I rammed my cock into her hole. The smell of violated butt, the feel of her ass-cheeks bumping into my groin, nearly drove me mad. Her hole began to pucker and suck as I slid it cock. Pucker and suck. The pink ring turned bright red under the power of my thrusts. I drove the ass-hole in on itself on very lunge and drew it far from her butt when I backthrust.
Her whinnying heightened in pitch and tempo. She quivered and squirmed in my hands, giving me all the butt fuck I could handle. For once I was on the right side of the law.
Then, as the fluttering hole, slipped squeaky tight to the base of my cock, I started to come. My knees went to water. I ran my hand over her belly and into the thick bush of pubes. As the hot squirt flew up my tube, I found her hard little clit. I scratched it gently with my nail. And all hell broke loose.
Her ass went berserk. The sphincter spasming like a dying swan, sucking the sperm from my cock. She wailed and screeched, rattling her chains on the bed framme as she came, and came, and came. I filled her butt with spurt. Filled it until the gummy stuff flew out with every back-lunge, until it hung from her reddened ass and dense mat of pussy hair in streamers of milky white.
She relinquished my dick reluctantly. And when I put her back on the floor, she sank to her knees. She was crying like a baby, the come oozing from her ass-hole with every sob.
Suddenly feeling very, very guilty, I said, "Do you want me to unlock the cuffs?"
She looked up at me with her tear-ravaged face and cried, "Oh, please ... not yet ... Oooooooh, not yet!"
Such febrile dementia! It was enough to put bone in any man's cock. My cock glistened as it hung, a limp, but still thick hose, before my balls. The flaring head was besmirched by something brown and nasty. Even as the thought entered my mind, my cock began to pulse and tighten once more. I had a willing captive and a funky dick and I couldn't think of one good reason why they shouldn't get together.
Pumping the rapidly growing shaft through my fist. I approached the weeping woman. I pushed her head back and waved the nasty tool under her nose. She groaned aloud at the sight, nostrils flaring.
"Lick it clean!" I commanded.
With long, ball wrenching slurps, she did just that. I held myself far enough away from her lashing tongue so she had to strain against her chains to make the contact she craved. I wanted to see how badly she wanted a mouthful of cock.
After she'd polished the head until it shone with her drool, I allowed her to give me suck. Her highly skilled lips and tongue slaved over my prick, adoring every greasy inch, every wart, every hair, every pulsing vein. She whispered sloppy words of love to my cock head, murmuring as she swallowed head, shaft, as she regurgitated same from between her trembling lips.
In what seemed like no time at all, she had put wings on my nuts. They were snuggling uptight against the base of my prick, ready to unload another measure of come.
"Time to feed the slave," I grunted as her puffing lips about my cockhead brought me off. I flipped my hips passionately, shoving my cock to the depths of her throat and bashing the spurting head into her epiglottis.
She gargled not sperm, holding her head up eagerly for every throat splitting lunge. Her adam's apple bobbed as she strove to keep up with the torrent filling her gullet. And then the wonderful joy began to fade on me. I caressed her soft black hair as she licked the come from my cock.
Satiated to the depths of my soul, once again I asked her if I could remove the cuffs. She smiled, her face all soft and rosy from her orgasms, and agreed, but only if I re-fastened her to the head of the bed. I did as she asked and then sank down on the bed beside her.
"Why did Ramon let me go?" I asked.
She grinned at me and rattled her chains. "Because you're such a good fuck."
"No, really. I want to know."
She looked at me strangely, as if puzzled. "You didn't hear the news about Sokolow?"
"Sokolow? No, what's he got to do with me?"
She sighed and let her head fall back to the pillow. Her arms were cuffed high over her head and the tension made her big tits jut out tastily. "Just after I left you the word came down. The case was all sewed up and you were innocent. It was that Wondaslick guy, Sokolow, who iced Hidalgo."
"But how'd the cops get onto him?"
"We found him splattered all over the pavement on Market Street. Committed suicide. Jumped from the penthouse. But not before he killed some public relations turkey, Gervis. Homicide figures Sokolow tried for Hidalgo with the fish tank thing, but got the secretary by mistake. When he finally killed Hidalgo, Gervis started to put a blackmail squeeze on him. So he offed Gervis, too.
"They found copies of documents in Sokolow's office that link Hidalgo with the contaminated aerosol scandal ... seems like he engineered the whole thing. Sokolow went nuts when he found out and decided to avenge himself.
"A further check showed the originals of the documents were still in Hidalgo's safe. Homicide says Gervis broke in, photographed the evidence for Sokolow, then after the murder, tried to turn a profit. After Sokolow committed the third murder, of Gervis, he realized he'd never get away with it, so he killed himself."
"Very neat," I said.
"Yep. No loose ends," she agreed.
"Just the way Ramon-likes it ... whether it's true or not."
"What do you mean?" she asked, raising her head.
"I mean, it doesn't make sense that Hidalgo would keep incriminating evidence right in his office safe. It doesn't make sense that a fat cat like Wondaslick Sokolow would do his own killing. He'd hire some out of town talent for the hit. That fish tank thing was not a professional job. Too damn chancey. Even if it would've been a spectacular killing. Pros don't go in for pyrotechnics. They like a nice clean sure-fire hit. In and out and gone."
"The department is satisfied..." she said, shrugging her lovely shoulders.
"Bully for them," I said, reaching for my pants. "Do you want me to let you go now? I got to do some work."
Officer Eva Tang looked up at me from the rumpled bed, that soft glimmer in her eyes. Her lips pursed; she stretched her long body like a cat, arching her back, straining against the cuffs. "Ohhhhh," she cooed. "Just leave the keys on the bed, please."
Some cop!
CHAPTER NINE
Born to Suffer
After I'd convinced myself that the fat man couldn't possibly have killed Hidalgo, Gervis and the secretary, the rest was easy. Who stood to gain anything from the Hidalgo hit? And from the Gervis and Sokolow murders? The answer was starring me right in the face. Who was the only interested party still alive and kicking? ... Mrs. Cena Hidalgo!
Through her husband's untimely end she gained control of his multi-million dollar corporation. Through the death of "Wondaslick," she gained supremacy in the world cooking oil market. Through the murder of Rodney, she rid herself of a tiresome mount who'd outlived his usefulness as a source of information on the competition.
What I needed was some hard evidence to wave in her pretty face, something to rattle her composure. I spent the next fifteen hours rooting up everything I could get my hands on concerning Cena and Wondaslick. What I discovered totally blew my initial theory out the window, but it still added up to a quadruple murder.
I was packing a gun when I rang the Hidalgo doorbell and, though I was sure I was going to need it, I didn't like the way it felt under my arm. A dead weight.
"Jes?" the maid said, opening the door. Her standard cheery smile of greeting vanished when she realized who had come a-calling.
"Tell Cena I want to see her," I said, smirking at her sudden haughtiness.
"Cheese esspecting you," the maid said, gesturing for me to enter.
I was led to the library by that high, round bottom. Sweet memories flooded my mind. The flood receded when I saw Cena. She stood by the floor-to-ceiling bookcase dressed in a simple floor length quilted housecoat. On some women it could've looked downright frumpy. On Cena, with her deep cleavage narrow waist and round hips, it was devastating.
"What do you want, Mr. Grue?" she asked. Her voice was slightly strained.
When I stepped into the room, the doors closed behind me. Adrenalin pumping, I swung half around, clutching inside my jacket, drawing out the .45 caliber automatic. The dykes stood ready to jump, their backs to the doors. "Let's all take it real easy," I suggested.
The dykes leaned against the doors casually, as if they were entirely bored by the prospect of being crippled for life. Cena looked more concerned. "We're taking it easy, Mr. Grue," she said. "What is your business here?"
"You are my business, baby," I said, easing off the pistol's double safeties. "I know all about you and Wondaslick. The whole stinkin' mess..."
"Smart, Pudnuts," Twinky said sarcastically.
"Tell us what you think you know," Cena said, putting her hip up on the library desk.
I straightened up from my killing crouch, but kept the .45 swinging back and forth between the lesbos and Cena.
"You own the holding company that owns Wondaslick, Inc., " I told the wife of the late Cosimo Hidalgo. "Wondaslick was a hoax, a fraud. After you diverted all the company's assets into your bank account, you started selling stock. Selling worthless stock. You figured the S.E.C. would get wind of the rip-off eventually, so you planned your escape route in advance. The collapse of Wondaslick had been in the works from the very start, right down to the batch of contaminated aerosol sprays. There were some minor stumbling blocks along the way, but you and your home goon squad weren't above a little rough stuff in the name of the cause. Whoever wouldn't get out of your way, you had murdered. To my reckoning, the count is four..."
Cena smiled at me dazzingly. Something moved. I snapped the automatic to the right, finger already squeezing the trigger. I let up the pressure fast when I saw Wanda with a sawed off shotgun. She wasn't aiming it at me. She had it against her plush hip and pointed at the closet door two feet from the couble barreled snout of a muzzle.
"How would you like to make that count five?" Cena asked, fingering the lapel of her robe.
"Huh?"
"There's double ought buckshot in that gun, Mr. Grue. And a friend of yours is in the closet..."
"What?! Who?" I demanded, knuckles whitening as I gripped the pistol hard.
"Say something, darling," Cena ordered.
"Bascom?" came the weak voiced reply through the closet door. "It's me, Marylou Lee..."
"Jeeez...." I groaned.
"Put the gun down on the desk, or Wanda will cut that beautiful child in half," the statuesque blonde promised.
I put the gun down. Cena picked it up and ejected a shell out onto the carpet ... to make sure there was a live round under the firing pin.
"Let the little cunt out," Cena told Wanda.
Wanda opened the door and dragged out a tightly bound Marylou. The terrified girl was clad only in a peach-colored push-up bra and bikini panties. The confining ropes about her slim and dimple arms and waist cut deeply into her flesh, making the skin pucker and dimple around the bonds.
The big dyke was more than a little careless where her hand fell. She ran it down the buttons of Marylou's spine and into the seat of her lacey panties. Her middle finger disappeared into the tight cleft while her other fingers groped the girl's plump ass-cheeks.
"OH! Stop it!" Marylou complained, jumping away from the dyke's probing finger. "That hurt!! "
"Aww, shame, shame," Twinky chided Wanda, making tsk-tsk noises and shaking a finger at her.
Wanda just sniffed her middle finger and smiled lewdly.
"You ... you ... perverts," Marylou admonished the dykes and came running over to me. All her wonderfully nubile attributes jounced as she ran. "Do something, Bascom!" she said.
"Oh, he will," Cena answered for me. She had the heavy pistol aimed for a non-killing shot. "He will die very slowly before your eyes, dear."
"You'll never get away with it," I said. The hollowness of my words gave me the creeps.
"I think we will," Cena said. "But first, I'd like to see you very tightly bound..."
At the feel of the dykes' hands on me, I instinctively began to struggle.
"No ... no ... no..." Cena said, lowering the muzzle of the gun, centering the sights on my crotch.
Looking at that deadly piece of machinery pointed at my manhood, I swear my gut felt like I was on a runaway elevator going down, down, down. I let the dykes hold me.
"Hope you like the rope," Twinky chirped. "It's special stuff made to de-ball baby bulls. Uhng! Nice and tight, Pudnuts."
It was a plastic cord, woven but with thousands of loose fibers that cut like razor blades. I winced as Wanda used her foot to cinch down the knot. De-ball bulls! The stuff didn't stretch at all. It cut into my flesh and muscle, cutting off the circulation to my hands, rasping against my bones.
"Don't he look sweet?" Twinky exclaimed, when my arms were trussed up behind my back. "Just like a Thanksgiving turkey."
"Maybe we should stuff him?" Wanda growled behind me.
Something hard and cold slipped up the inside of my thigh. Again I got the sinking, out of control elevator feeling. She nudged my balls with the sawed off shotgun. Then she jammed it into my ass, pinning me against the edge of the desk. "Like this?" Huh? Huh?" she snarled.
"Easy, Wanda!" Cena said. "That comes later.
First of all, I have a little job for the man to do. An investigation in-depth...."
Wanda removed the muzzle from my ass-hole and backed off. I breathed a sigh of relief. I should've saved my breath.
"Girls, don't you think the man should be kneeling in the presence of his queen?" Cena said.
The twin dykes leered at each other. Then they tried to jerk me off my feet, to throw me to my knees. like an idiot, I didn't go down.
"KNEEL!! ! " Cena commanded.
"Down! You bastard!" Wanda spat in my face, lasing Out with her wooden shoe, landing an excruciatingly painful kick on my shin.
"Yeah, DOWN!" Twinky echoed, gleefully, flailing out with her hard toed show.
My legs went white hot with the pain and I tried to go to my knees, but the sadistic lesbos were holding me up so they could kick the shit out of me.
"Down!" they kept shouting, all the while keeping me from doing their bidding, and kicking, kicking until I passed out from the pain.
It was only for a second. I woke up with a start when my knees slammed into the floor. God! Waves of fire crackled over my calves and shins.
"That's better," Cena said. "Now about the investigation..."
The foxy blonde slipped off the desk and walked over in front of me; my gun dangling from her small hand.
"NO!" Marylou wailed. "Don't kill him!! "
Cena snapped, "Shut her up!"
Behind me there was a smacking sound and a whimper.
Cena stood right in front of me and untied the sash of her long robe. I watched through eyes slitted by pain as she let the coat slip from her shoulders. Despite my agony, my eyes popped open wide. The lovely blonde was in full sado-drag under the housecoat. She had on those tall, spiked heel boots she'd worn at the motel. They came up to the middle of her sleek white thighs. The only other thing she was wearing was a tight-fitting black cut-out bra that squeezed her full tits, compressed them, making the domes of soft pink, her nipples, jut out far from the white globes.
My gaze dropped to the wide hips, flat belly and well-upholstered mound in front of my nose. Her hummock was covered with wispy curls of platinum hair that formed a wild, spiraling cowlick at the top of her slit. My mouth began to water uncontrollably as I looked lower. Below the fat mons, I could see the apex of a double pair of incredibly pale pastel pink lips. They seemed to pout from the silky ellipse of hairs that surrounded them. I could see a tiny pink nubbin of flesh nestled in the tight peak of her cunt mouth, her tender clit. And underneath, down where her slot tapered in again, where the platinum fuzz grew longer and thicker, I could see the mysterious dark crack of her ass and her firm buttocks.
"You're drooling, Mr. Grue," Cena said huskily, shifting her weight from long leg to long leg, from stiletto heel to stiletto heel, making her pudgy cunt lips slide over each other sexily.
I wasn't really drooling, but slobber kept filling my mouth. I couldn't tear my eyes away from her cunt.
"Can you guess what I want investigated?" Cena asked, taking a step to the side with either foot, spreading her legs, and rotating her pelvis. Her soft pussy fuzz tickled my forehead and I got a strong whiff of her pussy. It was keen and foxy under the heavy dowsing of Chanel. It made my dick throb and stiffen in my pants.
"You know what I want!" Cena said. "Come on! Do me!" She held her velvety mound against my forehead. The hairs made my skin quiver and jump. The bridge of my nose lay upon the hot peak of her cunt and her pink lips brushed the tip. I could see nothing but her pussy, smell nothing but her pussy, feel nothing but her pussy. And with all my soul I wanted to eat nothing but her pussy, but I held back.
She gyrated, bumping her slot into my lips. The mouth of her sex was so soft and silky, so foxy fragrant and hot, and the kiss of her pussy lips upon mine so compelling that I almost lost my cool. My tongue, as if it had a will of its own, started to flick out, just as she drew back.
She glowered at me. "Worm!" she shouted. "Make the worm kneel lower!"
The dykes gripped my neck and bore down. I could not resist all their combined weight. They held me still while Cena opened knees wider and hunkered down.
I could see her whole crotch then. How the pink drapes were gathered at the bottom of her box ... how the blonde pubes around her hole glistened with dew ... how her pink ass-hole flexed between the full ass-cheeks.
Then she lifted the gun. She pressed the icy cold muzzle into my eye. My hard on disappeared.
"Be careful," I said through clenched teeth. "That pistol has a hair trigger..."
"So does my cunt, Worm!" she growled, grinding the barrel into my eyeball, the nasty ramp sight into my eyebrow. "Cut the crap and get down to business!! "
I let my mouth drop open, wanting so much to eat her box and hating myself for being such a weak willed sonofabitch. She looked at my parted lips, edging forward, still holding the gun jammed into my eye. I was craning my neck, looking up at her face over the fuzz of her cunt, over the heaving smooth belly, over the protruding tits in their black sheaths.
"Come on, Mr. Grue," she said. "Let's see some tongue."
My tongue snaked out and I waggled it for her. The pressure on my eye lightened and her hips moved forward. The downy pubes brushed my nose and mouth, and I kneeled in the shadow of her snatch.
The scent once more sent my cock pulsing in my shorts, and when her cunt lips touched the broad blade of my tongue, when the tangy, cinnamon and civet taste of her pussy exploded into my taste buds, my prick sprang up into rock rigid life.
"Mmmmmmmuch better," Cena said, straddling my face and getting into primo mouth fuck position. Her fat pussy smooched my nose, lips, the tip of my tongue. Her smooth thighs rustled about my ears as her hips rocked rhythmically, bumping her slot into my open mouth.
I was a captive, a prisoner, a slave locked in the sleek prison of her thighs, pussy and butt. A high fever rising in my cheeks, I gave her a long, hole to clit slurp.
"Oooooooh!" she moaned above the whisses of thighs.
At the gentle touch of my tongue, her slot parted, outer lips gave way to slick inner ones, which in turn opened onto slippery soft sex membrane. By the time my tongue reached the nub of her sexuality, her entire cunt hung open, pink drapes gaped, a rush of slick, translucent goo trickled into the ring of hairs.
Gulping my own drool, I pressed my tongue into her clit, rasping it about in wet circles, making rough contact with the pebbly surface of my tongue.
"Uhhhhhh!" she whined as her nub rose, swelling into a hard little tidbit. And her legs seemed to go to butter for a second, dropping her weight onto my face.
"Suck that cunt!" Twinky shouted.
I drew the stiff nodule into my mouth and rolled it between my teeth. The silky crotch mashed into my face. I sucked her clit deep in my mouth, taking with it the entire peak of moist flesh at the top of her cunt. Sucking and slurping, I made her clit fly in and out of my mouth.
"Yessssss," she hissed, and I felt her soft hands on my neck.
I gobbled clit, relishing the new eagerness in the thighs clamped about my head. The smell of pussy and perfume was no longer overpowering ... diluted as it was with the smell of my own slobber.
The pale cowlick at the top of her cunt was drenched in drool and plastered against the swelling apex.
"Uhhh! Uhhh!" Cena grunted, lifting a long leg, giving me access to her hot pussy.
I needed no words of encouragement this time, no threats at gunpoint. I lashed my tongue over the hanging folds, sucking up the funky nectar that clung to every hair, to every wrinkle.
"He's a real cunt-lapper!! ! " Wanda exclaimed.
"OOOOOOH! OOOOOOH!" Cena wailed, as I squirmed lower, drawing insane circles about the base of her lips, about the very entrance to her cunt.
The pink drapes were all puffed out at the bottom where they blended into the smooth skin between cunt and ass-hole. I tickled them, teased them with the tip of my tongue, and was nearly overwhelmed by a gush of hot juice. No longer was the smell diluted by my drool, or by perfume. The lubricant that flew into my mouth, ran over my face, up my nose, was fresh from the fountain, sizzling hot and stinky. It gave off a bitch-in-heat smell that sent gobs of pre-come dreaming into my shorts.
Swallowing like a maniac to keep from choking, I tentatively inserted the tip of my tongue into the puffy orifice. Jeeeez! Her cunt was a real barn burner, a funky little oven that longed to bake anything longer than it was wide.
I didn't have much time to speculate on romantic imagery. With an "Ooooooomph!" the blonde bitch dropped her cunt down on my tongue, sending it shooting into her snatch.
"Ahhhh-Ahhhhh!" she cooed, hips flipping automatically at the feel of tongue up her cunt.
My tongue flew past the swollen entrance and delved deep into her fragrant fuck maw. The puffy hole squished into my lips as I explored her tube. Searing heat engulfed my open mouth as another load of juice gushed forth. Then my tongue was flipping, greedily feeling the slick lining of her pussy, lashing over every wrinkle and fold, mapping her cunt for posterity.
Her ass went wild and my chin was punched again and again by silky soft fists. The stray pubes that ringed the bottom of her cunt stuck to my lips as I face fucked her; they clung to my mouth, tickling me. Wincing from the weight she brought down on my upturned neck, I sucked cunt. Her lips hung out over my face, trailing goo everywhere, devouring my nose. I sucked cunt hard.
"YEEEEEE!" she whimpered, as I put some teeth into the job, drawing her round hole in and out of my mouth with rapid pumps of suction, while thrusting my tongue high into her pussy.
Suck and thrust, suck and thrust. The rhythm was simple, the dance of mouth and pussy a moronic two-step. But the steady penetration, the monotonous mumbling got to her, became a humming droning bee inside her skull. Her hip thrusts grew shaky, almost spastic. And the next thing I knew, her pussy was sucking the life out of my tongue, rippling with excitement.
I fought to keep time with her lunges, to keep my tongue sliding in and out of her box, to keep from being battered to death by her flapping cunt lips.
God! Her pussy mauled my tongue, yanking it hard by the roots, making me taste even deeper into her body. Her spiked boot made a painful furrow down the center of my back as she threw a leg over my shoulder, as she forced her cunt to give up my flipping tongue.
"S-s-soon ... so . .s-s-soon," she wheezed, stretching out her leg, making my tongue slide over the slick band of skin between cunt and ass-hole, making her ass-hole zero in on my mouth.
She was stretching out something else beside her leg ... her pleasure. Teasing herself, denying herself the release she knew my tongue could give her.
When the soft buns parted and nuzzled into my cheeks, the pore puckered, pursing like a dainty pink mouth. I sucked the entire wrinkled sphincter into my mouth and shoved my tongue into its tight center. like a flower opening, the hole gave way, at first passive and yielding, then as more and more tongue slipped inside, it began to suck me in, squeezing hard. I must've whimpered aloud at the pain because over the rise and fall of her buns, the hissing slurps of her butt hole, I heard Cena laugh. And the convulsions of merriment rippled through her lithe body, terminating in the violent, flexing spasms of her sphincter about my tongue. I yelled in earnest then and it aroused her all the more.
The ass-hole slithered from around my waggling tongue and Cena paused, panting, "N-NOW!! ! FINISH IT!! ! " she commanded, giving me back her oozing oven.
I gobbled it like a starving man, shaking my head from side to side as I ate her. I was ravenous. My dick was so hard I was afraid it would go into blue balls, but I wouldn't stop.
"YEEEEEEEEEEEE!! ! ! " she howled, hips flying into my face, cuntmouth smacking sloppily on my lips.
Her tube convulsed about my tongue like a buttered velvet fist, milking me in long powerful seizures. I could not move or cry out, so tightly was I trapped inside her. All I could do was kneel there and let her ride my face into slippery oblivion, her cunt sputtering its joy over my mouth.
CHAPTER TEN
Dyke Attack!
The sodden slot lifted off my face and I was greeted by a cool breeze and hoots of derision from the pair of lesbians..
"Don't he look pretty?! " Wanda guffawed, slapping her levi-clad thigh.
"Hungry little Pudnuts!" Twinky exclaimed, eyeballing the slick lubricant that bathed my features. The look in her eyes slowly lost its humor. It was replaced by a most lewd and all-consuming hunger. Twinky undid her fly and was peeling down the front of her jeans as she strode over to me. "I'm next!"
She had her jeans rolled down to mid-thigh, showing me her golden wispy pubes and a pudgy cleft that brought back strong, unpleasant memories of hot pussy liquor and cold, cold concrete.
"No!" Cena said, putting an end to the strip show. "He's had enough for the moment."
"Dammit, you have all the fun," Twinky protested. "My cunt is ready for some hot tongue!! "
"You'll get some," Cena promised. "Just hold tight for a couple minutes!" The blonde sat back up on the desk, her thighs parted, the hot goop spilling from her tongue ravaged slot onto the desk's Simoniz job. "You DO have an excellent mouth, Mr. Grue," Cena said. "Such a pity you're going to have to die...."
I craned my neck and wiped my mouth on the shoulder of my suit coat. Then I glared at her.
"Temper, temper," she chided me. "Be nice or I'll turn you over to Twinky..." She sighed deep and long, and the juice-slobber mixture pooled in front of her reddened ass-cheeks.
"I guess you do deserve to know the truth before you leave us," she said, smiling. "You were very close to being one hundred percent correct. I do own Wondaslick and I did strip it of assets and then sell the worthless stock, having planned its demise right from the start. The two bozos, Sokolow and Rodney, didn't even have an inkling of what was going on."
She sighed again and then went on. "I didn't kill Cosimo, never intended to. Nor that stupid cunt of a secretary. The plan was to frame my late husband for the contamination job, get him tossed in jail and get me into the Lorelei Oil driver's seat
"So you could rob it blind, too?" I interrupted.
"As Twinky says, 'Smart, Pudnuts!' " Cena said. "His death came as a complete surprise to us ... and it opened our whole plan up to investigation. As you found out, anyone with the least bit of brains could've uncovered the scheme. We had to close the case fast, so we sacrificed two thoroughly loyal, but utterly expendable people ... Rodney and Sokolow. And presto! We've got a department full of happy cops."
"OUCH!! !STOP IT!! ! " Marylou squeaked.
I squirmed around a little and saw the two dykes hovering over the cowering girl. Wanda had jerked the teenager's tits out of her bra and was groping them in both hands, squeezing them so hard that the girl screamed again. "STOP!! ! " she whined.
Twinky slid her hands down either side of the trembling girl's waist, down into the peach colored panties, rolling them down over her thighs.
"She's got yummy tits, Twink," Wanda said, tugging at the pink nipples.
"Wait'll you get a feel of her tight little ass," Twinky countered, smacking her lips.
"STOP THEM!! ! " Marylou cried, trying in vain to avoid the clutching lesbian hands.
"Goddamit!" I growled. "Make them cut it out!! "
Cena picked up the gun. The dykes paused in their mauling. The big boobed blonde shoved the muzzle in my face once more, and cocked back the hammer. "Be quiet, Mr. Grue. Be very quiet. That little piece of muff is going to be very dead in a few minutes, so I see no reason why the girls shouldn't have their bit of fun with her first."
I closed my eyes and let the tension slip from my shoulders. I couldn't help her, not trussed up the way I was.
"HELP ME, BASCOM!! ! " she shrieked, above the ya-hoos of sex hungry dykes. Her cry cut me to the marrow. I sat back on my heels, feeling like a goddam capon.
Marylou's high tits were an angry red from Wanda's initial groping. She tried to dodge the lesbian's clutching hands to avoid a second mauling.
"Gotcha!" Wanda announced, mashing a firm boob up into Marylou's chest, making a full, white moon of it.
Twinky had left off her ass squeezing long enough to wriggle out of her clothes. Naked, chest heaving, she pressed her body against the girl's. Marylou jumped at the feel of red hot nipples, woman's nipples, digging into her back, at the fell of silky belly and fat cunt rubbing into her buns.
"HELP!! ! " she wept, tears rolling down her sweet face, as she was held pinned between the two perverts.
"Hot li'l cunt," Twinky groaned, grinding her sparsely furred slit into Marylou's pert ass.
Wanda leaned down and took one of the teenager's bobbing nipples in her mouth while squashing the other one. "Mmmmmm," she moaned into the soft flesh.
"OH! OH!" Marylou grunted, startled by the feel of teeth at her tit. She kicked out in front hard, catching Wanda a glancing blow across the shin.
"Ow! Shit!" Wanda yelped. "This muff don't like us, Twinky."
"You're not prejudiced against us sexual minorities, are you, baby?" Twinky said in the girl's ear.
"You make me SICK!! ! " the girl shouted, trying to twist away from the tickling mound against her buttocks.
"I bet she'd much rather we were MEN, Twinky."
"Is that true?! ! ! " Twinky demanded. "Do you want some cock?! ! ! "
The girl remained silent.
"We'll give you cock, sweetcheeks," Wanda promised, taking off her jacket and shirt. Her tits with their long stiff nipples bounced free. "But first you're going to taste my titties."
The dyke tore off the smaller girl's bra and threw her arms about the child's neck, lasciviously rubbing her hot nubs into the girl's naked breasts. "Oooooh, that's good!" Wanda exclaimed.
Marylou struggled, but could not fight off the bobbing tits. Her face blushed bright red as Wanda's red hot nipples grazed her own.
"Yeeeeessss," Wanda hissed, gripping her own tits in both hands and making the taut peaks come into ecstatic contact with Marylou's soft rosebuds. "Hot li'l cunt."
Fighting the slick heat of the larger woman's tits, Marylou tried to call out again for help. She opened her mouth and got a surprise. Wanda shoved one of her tits right in the girl's mouth, grabbing her by the throat and holding her head very still so she couldn't spit out the nipple.
"Suck it, you cunt!" Wanda ordered, choking the girl into submission.
With tears streaking her cheeks, the girl began to suck the long nipple.
"Oooooh, lover, you know what to do," Wanda groaned, pumping her boob into the girl's face.
Twinky rolled the nursing girl's panties down to her ankles. Then she stood back to admire the round buns and shadow of sex hair beneath. She slid a hand over her own belly, down over the fat mound of her cunt and began twiddling her clit.
Her finger strummed as she stroked the smooth ass.
"I want to eat your pussy, baby," she told the terrorized girl. "Suck out all of your juice and make you come in my mouth."
Twinky reached for a smooth hemisphere, releasing her clit, so she could spread the tight cheeks. She slid a long middle finger into the asscrack, driving it in over Marylou's protesting ass muscles, clenching cheeks, rubbing it over her tiny ass-hole and stopping at the entrance to her cunt.
"She's tight li'l bitch," Twinky said, twisting her finger up the stubborn hole.
"MAMAAAAAA!! ! "Marylou wailed, jerking away from Wanda's tit, as Twinky's finger speared her cunt.
"I bet the whore is dry as a bone, too," Wanda said in disgust.
"Pretty damn squeaky," Twinky said, trying to flip her finger in and out.
"Maybe if she got a taste of my pussy, it'd change her mind?" Wanda said, peeling off her jeans, and waving her hairy black mound back and forth tauntingly. She reached between her thighs and stuffed a pair of fingers up her snatch, diddling up a froth of cuntstuff. Then she removed her fingers and took hold of Marylou's head. "Atta-girl, have a whiff!" Wanda said, shoving the stinky digits under the teenager's button nose.
"OH! GOD!! ! "Marylou cried, as the dyke smeared slimy cunt goo all over her lips.
"Don't it make your mouth water and your cunt all juicy?" Wanda laughed.
"LEAVEMEALONE!! ! ! " the girl shoulted in her tormentor's face.
"Still bone-dry back here," Twinky said, her hand pumping into Marylou's ass.
"Make the little snot kneel!! "Wanda snarled, grabbing hold of her shoulders.
Twinky kicked the teenager's feet put from under her and Marylou hit the floor with a loud thunk!
"OHGODOHGODOHGOD!! ! " she screeched as the naked lesbian sat down on the floor in front of her and spread her long legs, holding open a very juicy and hairy cunt for her to suck.
Wanda scooted forward on her bare buns, holding her knees widely spread. "You're gonna love it, baby," she said, huskily.
When Wanda had herself right under the panicked girl's chin, she reached up and took hold of the pert ponytail. Slowly she began to twist Marylou's head, neck and mouth down to meet her shaggy cunt.
Twinky was pushing up on the captive girl's ass-cheeks, diddling her cunt with a thumb while trying to tip the sweet face into Wanda's pussy.
"NOOOOO!" Marylou howled, shaking her head away from the open crotch, the pearly pink sex flesh. She twisted her face to the side and received a sloppy smooch from Wanda's cunt as the dyke hauled down hard on her ponytail.
"Goddam you!! " Wanda raged, jerking up on the thick rope of hair.
Marylou's face whitened from the pain; her eyes snapped shut.
"You're going to beg to kiss my cunt before we're through with you," Wanda said, hissing right into the poor girl's face.
"Pussy's not good enough for you, huh?" Twinky snarled, removing her thumb from Marylou's cunt.. "You're going to get your hot little bottom smacked, baby."
SSSWAAK! Twinky's hand sent the firm buttocks quivering.
"OWWW!" Marylou yelped, her eyes wide in disbelief and shock.
"Wanna kiss it now?" Wanda asked, dry humping in the direction of Marylou's contorted face.
"NOOOOO!" she repeated.
SSSWAAK! SSSWAAK! SSSWAAK!
Marylou didn't cry out as Twinky's rain of blows turned her ass bright red. She bit her lip until it turned dead white.
"Give her more!! ! " Wanda said, leering at the teenager.
'SSSWAAK! Marylou's ass and thighs quaked. 'SSSWAAK! The dyke's large hand scorched her ass. 'SSSWAAK! Never had she been so horribly abused. SSSWAAK!
"OWW!" a cry of agony escaped her tightly clenched lips.
Twinky grinned in satisfaction at the sound. As she raised her hand for yet another blow I could see the rush of slick stuff between her thighs. Giving the helpless child a brutal beating, turned the dyke on.
'SSSWAAK! SSSWAAK! SSSWAAK!
"OWWWWWW!" Marylou could no longer hide her pain. Tears gushed from her eyes as the flat hand exploded onto her butt.
The cry of pain seemed to incense the sadistic lesbian, to drive her into a blood rage. Again and again she rose up, lifting her whole body, then throwing her entire weight into the spanking. The big tits bobbled every which way as hot palm gave soft ass stinging kisses.
Marylou began to bawl pathetically, choking, sputtering. Her breathing was a heart wrenching thing to hear, all out of rhythm, hysterical.
"SSSWAAK! Her reddened flesh jumped, jolted by the impact. 'SSSWAAK! SSSWAAK! SSSWAAK! It was as if she were being attacked by some kind of machine, a machine that thrived on agony, that would only be satiated by her submission, her total humiliation.
Even as she thought the word, it seemed to leap from her throat, a horrible croaking plea: "STTTOOOOPPPPPP!"
'SSSWAAK!
"SSSSSTOP!"
"Hey, Twinky, I think she wants to tell us something," Wanda said. 'SSSWAAK!
"GOD!! STOP!" Marylou screamed.
Twinky, panting from the exertion and her excitement, stopped. She shook out her red palm, showing it to Wanda. "Ummmmm," she cooed, putting the red hot skin to her cheek.
"Well?" Wanda demanded. "What do you want?"
Marylou could not say the words. She blinked her tears away, and looked helplessly at the big lesbo.
"Give her some more!" Wanda shouted.
Twinky was glad to oblige. She put even more gusto into the spanking this time, not missing a single square inch of the girl's ass and thighs.
After a half-dozen searing blows, Marylou faltered once more, begging for mercy, pleading for a respite from the pain. But Twinky wouldn't stop this time. Not until Marylou uttered the loathe-some words.
"P-PLEASE! OH, GOD . . "
SSSWAAK!
" ... LET ME..."
SSSWAAK!
". . .EAT IT!! ! ! "
"Eat what?" Wanda asked as Twinky's hand fell again. SSSWAAK!
"OWW! YOUR CUNT!! ! ! " Marylou wailed, spitting out the words like they had a terrible taste.
"That's how a li'l cunt is supposed to act," Wanda said, leaning back and laying out flat on the floor. "Come and get it, baby," she said, knees wide apart, shifting her ass on the rug.
The furry black triangle extended to the edge of her thighs and feathered down over her round ass-cheeks. Her cunt lips gapped dewily. "You better hurry up, baby, or your butt isn't going to get a chance to cool off," Wanda threatened.
The weeping teenager crawled forward on he knees and lowered her head. Her button nose wrinkled up in disgust as the keen musk and butt scent of Wanda's cunt hit her nasal sensors, rasped her palate.
"Uh-I d-don't know w-what t-to do!" she cried.
"Let me get you on the right track, "Twinky chortled, giving the girl a hard push that sent her face diving into the hairy muff.
"Ohhh," Wanda exclaimed as teenage lips brushed her folds. She flipped her hips impatiently.
Marylou's head jerked back as if touched by electric current at the feel of the dyke's pudenda on her mouth. She tried to push back, but Twinky gripped her ass-cheeks and forded her face back into the maw.
I could see, between the valentine of Marylou's ass, the fat petals of her cunt. So could Twinky. The aroused lesbo thrust her face into the firm cleft, dragging cheeks apart with her fingers and searching the hot crevice with her tongue. "Ungh! Uhhhnnggh!" the dyke moaned as her tongue slid into the girl's pussy.
Marylou's whole body stiffened as female tongue speared her, expertly lashing over folds and wrinkles. The dyke's mouth covered her entire sex, lips encompassed clit, slot, everything. like a great silky leech she sucked the soft sex flesh, puffing with her cheeks and thrusting with her tongue.
The girl was forced into intimate contact with Wanda's crotch. Her face rubbed into crisp hairs, slick pussy lips, smooth thighs. Her mouth was pressed into the hot, stinky folds. To her dismay, the searing lips parted and smooched her face, clamping about her nose and cheeks, spreading the unctuous goo everywhere. The hot muff gobbled her hungrily.
"Uhhhhh," Wanda groaned, reaching down and gripping the ponytail. She dragged the poor girl's face into her cUnt hard. "Kiss it!" she commanded.
Marylou shuddered, then puckered up. I could see her pouty lips moving over the hairy swatch, the slippery lips. It was a lewd sight, indeed, to see such a pert girl being forced to press her mouth to a lesbian's pussy.
The child's nostrils flared as she worked lower, urged on by the hand twisted in her hair. The long thighs flopped apart even further, so that knees touched the floor, and hot cunt hung wide open and accessible.
Twinky meanwhile was making hog-at-trough sounds into Marylou's cunt. Her head gyrated, turning to get maximum penetration, and hot stuff dribbled down the front of her neck and into the deep cleft of her boobs.
The teenager's chest began heaving as her mouth slipped to cover the nadir of Wanda's folds. Black hairs sprouted up all around her lips. I couldn't tell if it was the taste of hot cunt or the feel of tongue sliding up her cunt, but she began whimpering softly like a bitch in heat. Her jaws opened, throat muscles flexed, and she sent her pink tongue darting into Wanda's juicy tube.
"YEESSSSS!" Wanda cried, bucking her hips up from the floor and mashing her box into the girl's mouth.
The flurry of excitement was contagious.
Marylou's belly rippled and Twinky groaned as tight pussy sucked at her tongue. The cunt-eating dyke threw herself into the task with a new fervor, sucking the angry red petals of Marylou's pussy furiously, drawing them far from her body.
"Ummmph!" Marylou grunted as something stiff and very untongue-like penetrated her pussy.
"How's this for a cock, baby?" Twinky wheezed, juice smeared all over her face. She had three fingers diving in and out of the girl's snatch. The sound of fucked cunt was maddening, all sloppy wet and sputtering.
"Ummmmph! Ummmmph!" Marylou complained on every finger thrust. Her tube was being torn, stretched horribly by the diving digits. And yet she could not help but snap her sweet butt back into the cunt splitting lunges.
"MMMMORE!! " Wanda wailed, flapping her knees on the floor impatiently.
The teenager fell to the task, snorting and sucking, shoving tongue up the quivering pore. It was not enough for Wanda. She tossed her legs about the girl's head, locking her thighs tight, and began humping the hell out of the churning tongue. Marylou was engulfed by smothering, sputtering pussy.
Then, even as she began to lose consciousness, even as Wanda's cunt began to orgasm about her tongue, a red hot, moist and pebbly thing rasped her ass-hole. The fingers diddled her unmercifully while a searing tongue tip sought entrance to her tight pink rectum.
Twinky would not be denied. She sucked the puckering proeore open and drove her tongue in deep. At the first taste her whole body began to tremble and she whinnied frantically over the teenager's cleft, boring with her tongue, as spontaneous combustion ignited the drooping folds of her cunt.
The dykes were savages. Sex starved savages. They used the girl brutally, mindless of her pain ... or pleasure. They devoured her with pussy and tongue, grunting out their joy into her violated orifices while she whimpered and shined.
Even when the lesbians had done with her, she whimpered and whined, rocking back and forth, streamers of juice trailing from mouth and cunt. They'd had their fun alright, but they'd left her hanging, so close and yet so far from orgasm. If she'd had a hand free, I'm sure she would've finished the job on herself, regardless of the audience. But her hands were tightly bound behind her back and all she could do was rock and whimper, rock and whimper.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Come-Uppance
"My, my, my," Cena clucked, hopping off the desk. "What have we here?"
She strode over to the kneeling girl and lifted her head by the hair. Marylou's face was covered with congealing cuntstuff. Her eyes were wild with her need to climax. She lashed her tongue around and around her mouth, drooling copiously.
"Hungry, baby?" Cena asked, waving her puffy, slit before the agitated child's nose.
The girl responded instantly, like a bull to red fabric. Only this time, the fabric was more pink than red and still sopping from my slobber. She scrambled forward on her knees, mouth open, tongue waggling, and thrust her face into Cena's moist pussy.
"Ooooh, baby," Cena moaned as the girl gobbled her folds, murmured sweet nothings into her hole. The big blonde lifted her leather clad leg, setting the spiked heel of her boot against the slurping girl's spine, giving the little cunt-lapper all the pussy she could ask for. Cena's hips began flipping spasmodically, a quivering greeting to the tongue that scared up her snatch. "Ummmmmmmmmm," she hummed. "Go to town, baby. Eat my pussy! Ooooh, you're getting it ALL, now. We've got ourselves a budding little dyke here girls," Cena laughed, sliding the stiletto heel up and down the girl's smooth back, digging a the shiny boot just out of Marylou's reach. "Little girl gotta bad itch?" the big blonde asked.
Marylou made unintelligible gargles, lurching at the sleek pair of heels.
"You forgot the soles," Cena reminded her, raising up a boot. "I stepped in some nasty dog poop earlier ... We can't have something like that on my beautiful shoes..."
Her debased chatter only excited the poor creature further. Marylou slurped the scuffed soles of Cena's boots, missing nothing in her search for humiliation. When she was finished, she thrust the spike heel down her throat and sucked it like a cock, sliding her lips up and down the slick leather.
"Enough of that!! " Cena cried, kicking the sniveling girl off her foot. "I've something else for you to clean, dear..."
The blonde bent over at the waist, reached behind and gripped her full buttocks, spreading them, exposing a tight rosebud of an ass-hole. "Come and get it, baby," she said, waggling her ass.
Marylou scrambled across the floor on her knees, eyes glazed, cunt spewing slick stuff down the inside of her thighs. Cena stayed two steps ahead of the teenager, letting her get close enough for a sniff, but nothing more. The lovely woman hopped about the room, holding her cheeks wide apart, while the trussed girl clumsily followed, her mouth agape.
"Aw, let her have some..."Wanda said.
"Yeah, give her a little taste," Twinky agreed.
Cena seemed to think the time was right, for she stopped and stooped, grabbing hold of her ankles and thrusting her pouting ass-hole into the come-crazed girl's face.
Cena only allowed Marylou one long suck and a few deep tongue thrusts. Then she pushed the weeping child away.
"Let her come, you goddam maggots!! ! " I shouted, twisting at my bonds.
"Ooh, listen to the MAN..."Twinky said, shaking her limp hand at the wrist. "The Master speaks!"
Cena strutted over to me. "Wanda, get this ass sucker off me," she said.
Marylou had crawled behind Cena's magnificent buns and was just resuming her nursing position, when Wanda gripped her ponytail and hauled her off.
"Sit on it until we're ready for it!" Cena ordered.
Wanda promptly dumped all her weight on the girl's back, flattening her to the floor and making the air whooosh from her lungs.
"You still think you're pretty hot shit, don't you, Mr. Grue?" Cena snapped.
Her tongue-fucked cunt drizzled inches from my face and her mammoth tits shadowed my vision. I could smell the strange sharp odor of saliva washed leather.
"We'll just see about that," she said. "Help me, Twinky."
The two deviants wrestled me to my feet and back onto a straight-backed chair.
"Tie his arms to the chair," Cena ordered, starting to kneel in front of me. Then she read my mind and jumped back.
And instant longer and I would've caved her pretty face in.
She picked the automatic up off the desk. "No kicking, Mr. Grue." She shoved the gun into my temple while the other lesbo bound my ankles to the legs of the chair. "Much better," she said. "Now let's see some meat!! "
With that she ripped open the fly of my pants and hauled them and my shorts down my thighs. She stopped, puffing, when my clothes hung uselessly about my ankles.
If she expected to see a hard pud spring out of my shorts, she was disappointed. My cock hung limp and shriveled on top of my flaccid balls.
"Well, what have we here?" she giggled, nudging my dick head with the cold, cold muzzle. "Pretty sad shape for a he-man, don't you think, Twinky?"
"Not much bigger than my clit," Twinky laughed.
"Shall we get it pumped up? Make it real hard?" Cena asked.
"Might be fun to give it a try," the dyke agreed.
"Such HAIR-EEE thighs!" Cena said, stroking the fuzz on top of my legs.
Her fingers curled and tugged at my hairs expertly, sending waves of feeling surging up thighs to groin and down calves to toes. My muscles and tendons jerked about spasmodically under her touch.
"Look at those legs squirm," Twinky chirped. "Makes a girl go all soft in the pussy..."
"Let's take a little ride..." Cena suggested.
Then the two women straddled my naked thighs and to my simultaneous dismay and delight, squatted down, pressing their hot pussies onto my leg.
"Ooooh, it sure is hot and hairy!" Twinky exclaimed.
The feeling of juicy cunt sliding up and down my legs overwhelmed me. It was sticky wet and boiling hot, and the double pair of mounds moved in unison, rocking forward and back, leaving a slimy trail of goo behind.
"Yaaaaaas!" Cena cried, shifting her hips into high gear.
The smell of tumescent pussy wafted up at me, sent my libido skyrocketing. It was very slippery on my legs all of a sudden. The dual cunts left so much lubricant behind on each knee to mid-thigh slide that my hairs, once pale and golden, were brownish black and plastered to my skin.
The twin mounds got hotter and hotter; cunt lips parted to mouth my legs, to suck my tender skin. They moved like they were on Teflon bearings, zipping up and down, blistering my flesh with excitement.
"Oooooooh-uh-huh-uh-huh-uh-huh," Twinky whimpered, grabbing her bouncing tits and squeezing them as she humped me.
Cena let her tits flounce; hissing through her teeth at the friction between thigh and pussy, she kept her eyes on my pud.
I fought the automatic response to having two hot bitches rub pussy all over me ... that is, instant boner. But as the moist slots smooched my thighs, as they sent wafts of heady odor crashing into my brain, as the silky pairs of butt-cheeks nuzzled my knees, I knew I was fighting a losing battle. Too much funky stink ... too damn crazy a feeling, their thighs clasping mine, locking pussies, mashing pussies into me, goddam masturbating on ME!
"Well, well," Cena said in mock surprise, "Lookee there."
My cock, pulsing and quivering, began its rapid recovery. It literally sprang back to health. Straining and bobbing, it arched up from the matted nest of my pubes and my balls rotated and swelled, drawing up in their chicken skin sack. And how it ached!! It felt like someone had twisted a tourniquet about the thick root. It felt like the bloated cap was a ticking time bomb. God! Suddenly the loose skin was too small to contain it. My cock wanted to expand, to swell beyond the confines of sinew, tendon, vein and tubule. I was afraid it was going to explode.
"Some stud, huh?" Twinky said, reaching out and giving my cockhead a cruel pinch between thumb and forefinger. "Hey! Wow! This Pudnuts is H ... O ... T!! "
Cena's fingers slid up and won the velvety underside of my dick. Flurries of joy rocked my balls.
"Ummmm," she said, making a ring of her fingers and flipping my stiff meat through it with gusto.
A big dollop of pre-come oozed from the grinning slot as she jerked me off. She held me very tight, so tight that my pudcap turned a deep purple. And she whipped my wire so vigorously that the milky gob of spunk went flying. It splattered right on my hairy balls. Sizzling hot it was, but compared to the searing mouth that followed it down, it was merely lukewarm.
Twinky, her nostrils flared, jaws grinding, pressed her tongue to the gooey blob on my balls. Her pebbly tongue rasped, scrubbed up every trace of the spent sperm, and then slipped hungrily over the shifting surfaces of my nuts. She washed my balls with her mouth, sucking each hair, each goosebump.
I writhed on the seat of the chair, tugging at my bonds to no avail. My cock pulsed again, sending another teaspoonful of bubbling man juice rushing up cocktube, gurgling out the slot, oozing down the underside.
The hot stuff ran over Cena's pumping fingers and she ceased her wild manipulation to first sniff, then lick the glistening goo on her fingers. "Ummmmmmmm," she said, gripping my cock in her blazing fist, taking it just under the head, and lowering her head.
She traced the tip of her tongue up and down the slot in my cock head, trying to coax out some more tangy come. When that failed to bring the desired result, when it only made me jerk about like a man in the electric chair, she puffed her lips out in a pout and pushed my cock into her mouth.
The intense heat of her lips and tongue sandbagged me. I watched helplessly as she bobbed her head up and down, forcing my pudcap to pop past her tight lips just to the ridge of the helmet. She did this over and over and every time my dick head popped into her mouth, into the delicious slick hole, I jerked and twitched most violently.
Twinky meanwhile had given up sucking each of my balls individually, and had taken them both into her mouth. She chewed them gently enough, but the feel of sharp teeth on my manhood, on the family jewels, sent quivers of fear rippling up my backbone.
I could see the dyke's face behind the erect stem of my prick. I could see the way my nuts distended her cheeks, the way the crisp pubes protruded from between her lips. I could see the insanity in her eyes as she sucked my orbs in and out of her mouth. And yet, I did not scream out loud. I was afraid that it would send the crazy lesbian into a fit of ball chomping rage ... and that was the last thing in the world I wanted to happen with MY balls in her face.
A snorting and sobbing even louder than the din made by the two dykes caught my attention. I looked over to Wanda, whose hairy muff sat on Marylou's plump buttocks, pinning the girl to the floor. I was Marylou that was doing the snuffling. The sight of Cena and Twinky licking and sucking my stiff prick had sent her over the edge. She ranted and raved, opening and closing her mouth like a fish out of water. She was dying alright, dying for a throatful of hot cock. Her tongue made moist circles on the floor.
Then Twinky released my bag. A rush of cool air made my balls draw up even tighted. They were so swollen and drum-tight in the sack it seemed highly-likely that they'd pop up into my body cavity and never be seen again.
Twinky, groaning and mumbling to herself, wrapped her hot lips about the base of my cock, lashing over flexing tendons with her tongue. She curled her tongue around my shaft and raised the pebbly loop of flesh up, up, up.
As her mouth moved up the outside, a spurt of stringy come moved up the inside. When it flew into Cena's waiting mouth, the big blonde went berserk. She swallowed the spunk greedily, then began twisting and turning her mouth about my cockhead, puffing her lips in and out.
Twinky slipped her tongue up further and then the two women touched lips. I nearly squirted then and there. They jumped as if they'd been given an electric shock, and then, faster than a single beat of my pounding heart, their tongues were lashing around each other, battling for possession of my slick pudcap, sawing over the nerve bundle, sucking and sucking and sucking. My hips flipped up from the chair seat as Cena and Twinky's mouths looked on each other, clamping my cock head between them. For a second I thought the top of my skull was going to blow off from the mind-boggling libidinal pressure.
Then the two lesbos let my dick slip from their sucking faces, their darting tongues. I sat there trembling as they french kissed just above the pulsing, oozing head of my prick.
"JEEEEZ!" the word exploded from between my clenched teeth. I was so damn close to coming, another touch however gentle and fleeting would've sent my ass-hole into terminal spasm and the geyser of joy spurting high in the air.
Cena stopped sucking Twinky's tongue. They both looked at me as if I were a particularly loathsome type of insect.
"Oh, yes, Mr. Grue. How rude of us!" Cena said with mock concern. "We've forgotten all about our masculine friend."
"He wants to come, too, I'll bet," Twinky said.
"Well, Wanda, what do you think?" Cena asked.
Wanda shifted her pussy over the teenager's silky domes.
"Why not?" the dyke said, grinning.
"Bring the girl over here," Cena ordered.
Wanda dragged Marylou to her feet. The child was transfixed by the glistening shaft of my cock. Around and around her tongue lashed, drool ran from her parted lips. She had clearly gone over the brink.
"How'd you like this very hot teenager to finish the job?" Cena asked, her voice full of malice.
"Uhh . . uhhh," I groaned, dick flopping about on my stomach.
"The MAN wants his dick sucked, Marylou. How about it? Are you ready for some hot sperm?" Cena teased the wild-eyed girl.
Marylou struggled against the strong hands that held her back, trying to throw her open mouth on my cock.
"As long as you're both willing....." Cena said, shrugging her shoulders, making her big tits sway. "Make the slut kneel, Wanda!"
Wanda forced the slobbering girl to the floor in front of me, holding her head back by the hair.
"Let her go," Cena commanded.
Marylou's hot mouth engulfed my cockhead and without pause for breath, she stuffed the entire greasy shaft down her throat. Mindless of her own pain, she rocked back and forth on her knees, forcing my dick to slide in and out between her tightly stretched lips and down her slick throat.
My balls vibrated with the pleasure her lips, tongue, throat gave me. She ate dick like a wild thing, long streamers of her slobber flying out from between shaft and lips every time her lips ascended to the tip of my cock.
I was so utterly absorbed by the hot action, the spine-snapping nut joy that surged through my body , that I failed to notice the movements of the three lesbos.
Cena's voice snapped me out of my blow job reverie like a bucket of freezing water in the face:
"When you come, you die, Mr. Grue."
I felt the stinging rasp of steel against my throat. I could see Wanda's hand below my neck and the hilt of the long filleting knife clutched in it.
The room echoed with the laughter of lesbians.
"MARYLOU!! ! " I hollered. "STOP!! FOR GODSAKES!! "
But the suck mad little bitch couldn't hear me. She was deep in a fuck frenzy. She was imagining that the thick prick doing such a number on her lips and throat was actually penetrating her from an entirely different angle, in an entirely different orifice. She whimpered feebly every time my balls bumped her sloppy chin, as if the crisp hairs and goosebump skin were grinding into her clit of ass-hole.
And she was doing a number on my cock, too. A super suck-off. Her whole throat seemed to convulse about my shaft, a rippling rhythm of spasm that milked my tumescent cock from the base outward, drawing the dribbling flow of pre-come deep in her throat.
I clamped my eyes shut so as not to see her pert face distorted by fuck need and prick girth; her baby lips gobbling my hard cock like they were made for the purpose. But I could not close my ears to her nasal grunts and groans. I could not make the fiery tube stop slipping down over my cock, stop the explosions of joy that racked my dick, my balls, my whole being.
The knife scraped and I felt my skin part under it like hard-boiled egg. I clamped my ass-cheeks together, fighting desperately to stem the rising tide of my orgasm.
Ride it out, I screamed to myself, skull rattling from the frustration. Ride it out, don't let it sweep ... sweep...
"N-N-NOOOOOOOOOO!! ! ! " I wailed as my ass-hole spasmed, as balls let fly, as prick unleashed the hot volley of come. I writhed in the grip of orgasm, determined once it had begun to go out with a bang.
The trembling teenager, at the first tell-tale convulsion of cock between her lips, went into double-time. Her lips dove over my dick at a dizzying rate. And when the first gob of sizzling spunk hit her taste buds, she began whinnying and whining through her nose.
"KILL HIM!! ! ! "Cena shouted.
But even as the sharp rasping pressure of Wanda's knife increased, even as my hips pumped, sending splooie surging into Marylou's swallowing throat, even as the girl's whining was cut short by gobs of ropy jissom that backed up in her gullet and flew out her flared nostrils in milky streamers, the library doors burst open.
"KILL HIM!! ! ! ! " Cena screamed, diving for the .45.
"Hold it, lady!" Detective Ramon said, holding his service revolver in a double-handed grip and sighting in on the lovely woman's right tit. "You, too!! ! "
Wanda stopped sawing under my chin with the filleting knife. A rush of something hot and wet slid down my neck as the blade came away.
"Christ!! ! " the skinny cop swore, unable to decide which was more important ... dragging the cock-sucking, come-choking teener off my prick, or stopping the heavy flow of blood that was spurting from my neck.
Lucky for me, he couldn't stand the sight of blood.
The cops got more than an eyeful of the three foxy lesbos. As they were taking their own sweet time about putting the cuffs on Cena, she demanded, "How did you find out? How?"
Detective Ramon, smug as shit, said, "That's what we get paid for, baby. Get these ladies downtown."
"Shee-it!" I exclaimed, unable to resist the impulse to shoot down the two-bit gumshoe. "What he means is that he let me do all the brain and leg work! And when I got it all together, he followed me in for the kill!"
"Hey, officer!" Ramon shouted. "Be very careful holding down Mr. Grue's pressure point there. He's a very important and helpful fellow and we wouldn't want him to bleed to death on the way to the hospital."
I took the hint and shut up. I kept quiet even when the Central Precinct big shot walked over and stuck his ugly mug in my face.
"Don't be too hurt if I outsmarted you, Big Bad Bascom," he smirked. "It had to happen sometime. Besides, think of the public service you've done by giving the police department the trio who committed four murders..."
I didn't say a thing.
CHAPTER TWELVE
The Gum Rubber Rapist
When the doctors at the emergency hospital suggested that I spend a couple of days with them, I didn't make waves. I needed the rest.
I spent many happy hours watching the boob tube, seeing Detective Ramon on the newscasts taking credit for the solution of the feminine crime wave. He hit every time slot, grinning a sheepish grin he practiced in front of a mirror. He was the epitome of the honest, diligent, selfless civil servant. "Just doin' my job, ma'am." Though the camera never panned low enough to show it, I was sure he was digging a toe of one of his big black brogues into the carpet. "Shucks!" And all that crap.
When I checked out of the hospital I had everything I needed with me ... suit, shoes, socks, shirt, and gun ... so I didn't bother stopping by the office. I drove straight to the apartment of Cosimo Hidalgo's killer.
I got some strange looks in the elevator because of the stitches in my neck. I looked like the goddam Frankenstein monster.
I rang the bell and shrugged my shoulders, trying to bet the holster to sit right. The door opened and I said, "Hi! How'd you like to buy some insurance?"
"Oh! Bascom. It's you!" Marylou cried, throwing her warm and cuddly self into my arms. "I tried to see you at the hospital, but..."
"I know. No visitors. Doctor's orders."
I carried the squirming girl into her apartment and closed the door with a kick. Her mouth, wet and mobile, found mine and in a blink her hot little tongue was darting between my lips, searching over my tongue and mouth.
"Easy!" I said, pulling her off. "I'm convalescing, remember?"
"Oh! I'm sorry, Bascom. I didn't mean..."
"It's okay," I said, putting her down. What I had to say was a big bummer, even more of a bummer with her giving me the hot greeting, so rather than prolong the inevitable, I just let it all hangout.
"Look, baby, I know you killed Hidalgo..."
Her sweet face froze for an instant, then turned up in a typical, fetching smile. Her eyes sparkled.
" ... and the secretary by mistake," I continued. "What I can't figure out is why..."
She gave me a long, searching look. Then she said, "Well, with that awful Cena and her friends in jail, I guess it can't hurt, can it?"
She was tickled pink. She pirouetted for me in her super tight, super short hot pants. Her butt-cheeks strained against the flimsy fabric, two perfect domes of firm flesh.
I sat down on her couch. She sat on the arm, leaning forward so as to give me a long, long look down the front of her tank top at the pair of braless tits that swung from her chest. Then she began breathlessly.
"I did it while you were screwing Lollie and Angelfood in the oil bath..."
"I know that, honey," I said. "Tell me why."
"It was because of my sister, Janey," she said seriously. "Janey came out here about six months ago. She left me and the folks back in Nebraska to make her fortune in California..."
I couldn't help making a wry face.
"Oh, sure, it sounds dumb," she said quickly. "But all the kids split from Wally's Falls as soon as they could scrape up the bus fare. It was a nowhere town."
"Uh-huh, go on," I urged.
"Anyway, Janey sent us a postcard from San Francisco about four months ago, telling us she'd found this great job with Lorelei Oil. Every card after that things seemed to get better and better for her. Then, the cards stopped and when we tried calling we got nothing. Nothing from her apartment, nothing from the company. It was as if she vanished off the face of the earth.
"So, when the police wouldn't do anything for us, I decided to try on my own. I took a bus out here and applied for a job at Lorelei Oil. They hired me on the spot. I guess I should've know what was up as soon as they brought out the string bikini an the high heels. But I had to know for sure what happened to my sister."
She shook her head, making her ponytail dance. "But it was no good. No sooner than I'd open my mouth about Janey than all the other chicks would clam up. Nobody even heard of her. She never existed. No employment files. No income tax forms. No paycheck receipts. After a few weeks I thought I was going to go crazy, that I was the one who was wrong, that Janey had been lying to us about her job.
"Then that Rodney Gervis character accidentally bumped into me as I was leaving the building. He was kind of cute and very persuasive so I went out to dinner with him. Turned out all he wanted was for me to perform a little industrial espionage for him. He asked me to get the combination to the office safe and plant some documents in it. I was supposed to make a real mess of things and make it seem like something had been taken instead of put in.
"The money sounded good and anyway, I figured it'd give me a chance to look over the other stuff in the safe for some clue about Janey. So I agreed. It went off like clockwork. I got the thing open and the papers in and then I started to root around.
"There was a rack in the back of the safe, behind a false panel. A rack of Super 8 mm film cassettes. On the spine of the cartridge there was lettering, like labels. Only the labels were only single words. Names, really. Chick's names. Janey's name was on one of them," she said, scooting off the couch and heading for a cupboard drawer.
"This is the one with Janey's name on it," she said, tossing the cartridge in my lap.
I looked at the name on the spine. "And...? "
"Help me with the projector," she said, opening her closet.
We set up the machine, loaded the film in, and sat back on the couch to view it. A square of bright, white light on the beige wall was replaced by action, colors.
The film was titled "Janey." We sat in silence as the white letters loomed over what appeared to be a seascape. It was not really a seascape. When the litters left the screen, it was plain that the picture was of one of Cosimo's aquariums.
The camera panned over across the inner office. A very lovely young girl filled the screen. She looked a lot like Marylou, same pert face, same luscious curves. She filled the string bikini to the point of bursting. Smiling into the camera she turned around. In the upper right hand corner of the screen a black blur was visible ... the fingers of the director.
If she was foxy from in front with those high titties and that plump mound, she was downright dick lifting from behind. Her inverted valentine of an ass was round and supple. It fit into the thin triangle so snugly; the top of her deep crack with its twin dimples and sprinkling of golden downy fuzz, peeped above the waistband so tastily, that my mouth began to water. She had the kind of bottom that begged for a hot, hairy male hand to fondle it.
Then the picture jiggled a bit and a second figure stood beside her and waved. I nearly puked. It was good old Cosimo. Cosimo dressed to the hilt in his psycho fetish outfit. He wore a black gum rubber wet suit, the style called "Farmer John" by skin-divers. It had very tight short sleeves and legs and the crotch was buttoned up in a wide flap. On his head he wore a diver's black rubber hood. No face mask, just the tight peaked hood with the round hole in front. His face was all distorted by the tight rubber. It made his flesh puff out and his protruding eyeballs look even buggier. His feet were shod in black flippers.
He leered at the camera again and turned, as Janey had done, showing off his spindly legs and rubber clad pot belly.
Cosimo then grabbed the nubile teenager and forced her into an embrace. Her firm tits mashed up against the squeaky suit. They tycoon appreciated the sight immensely. While Janey tried to extricate herself from his crushing hug, he managed to unfasten her bikini top.
Though there was no sound, I swear I could hear the girl's cry of shock when her suit top slipped off and her pale pink nipples were suddenly pressed into gum rubber.
Cosimo leered down at the white gloves held trapped against his wet suit. He struggled with the girl, turning her back to the camera, then peering over her naked shoulder he thrust both hands into her bikini, ripping the flimsy thing off with ease. His hands groped the jutting buttocks, kneading them, spreading them for the camera's benefit as well as his own. A rosy butt hole and pudgy pink pussy lurked between those full cheeks amid a fine bush of golden hair.
Janey, frantic at the feel of her own sudden nakedness, at the feel of his hands probing her pussy and ass-hole, began to rain blows upon the tycoon's head. Her clenched fists slammed down, overhand style.
But the slick gum rubber did more than provide thrills to Hidalgo's depraved tactile system. It protected his face and ears from the girl's fury. His grin was a bloated, contorted thing through the hole of the diving hood.
As he plunged his fingers into her twin orifices, I looked away, I looked at the face of Marylou. The light flickered over her grim, set features. She was a girl of stone. How many times had she seen this grotesque film to be able to watch it so dispassionately?
When I looked back to the wall, Hidalgo had his hands locked about the girl's slender throat. The bastard throttled her to her knees. Then he unbuttoned the flap of his wet suit and his hard pud sprang out. Out and up, a gruesomely thick and lengthy choad, shiny and brown from use and abuse, no doubt. His balls were pendulous sagging orbs. Still holding Janey's throat with one hand, he guided his prick with the other. He made the wide, snake-like head glide over her face, her cheeks, her nose, her mouth. She looked aghast as the prick touched her, smearing her with unctuous pre-come.
His hand slipped to grip her jaw, his fingers whitened and her mouth sprang open. The demented tycoon shoved his dick head between her lips and, jerking her head about like a rag doll, he forced his prick in and out of her mouth.
Janey was stunned by this brutal assault. So stunned that for the longest time she was incapable of putting up any sort of protest.
Hidalgo's small hips flipped, the wetsuit flap flopped, and his greasy brown cock rammed deep in the poor girl's gullet. He held her mouth still and slipped her every inch of his prick, until her lips were tightly stretched about the hairy stump of his cock.
She looked up at him with infinite disgust in her eyes, his hard penis deep in her throat. She shuddered visibly at the feel of Cosimo's nut bush and his bloated balls against her soft chin. What could the "defenseless' child do?
She could and did do the only thing possible under the circumstances: she bit his dick. Her jaws snapped shut, teeth grinding into the base of Hidalgo's pud. The skindiving pervert was suddenly hopping and jumping all over the place, trying in vain to free his ravaged prick.
He drew back his fist and landed a powerful blow beside Janey's temple. The girl's face went stone white and her jaws opened as she slipped back to the floor unconscious.
Hidalgo rounded the camera and adjusted the picture to include the prostrate form of Marylou's sister. When he returned to the scene of the action he had removed his wet suit, but retained the hood and flippers. His cock, though reddened about the base from her teeth, stuck put lewdly from his black bush as he reached up. Reached up to take a gas powered harpoon gun from the wall.
The heavily chromed weapon had a hideous broadhead point on it. The kind of point meant to destroy predators of the deep.
Cosimo stood between the groggy girl's thighs as she came around. His cock and the harpoon gun were both aimed at the sweet golden fork of her legs.
When Janey saw what was pointed at her, she screamed. Her mouth opened in a silent, chilling "O." She tried to close her thighs, but it was impossible with Cosimo standing there, flippers and all.
The short man leaned down and put a hand into Janey's muff, groping hungrily. The girl tried desperately to roll away, but Hidalgo caught her and menaced her with the loaded harpoon gun. He resumed his fondling, spreading her soft pussy and driving his fingers in to prepare the way for his cock.
She screamed again.
Cosimo cut her off short, caressing her cheek with the ugly spear point, tracing a line down her face to her throat. He held the gun pointed into her throat. Scared out of her wits, the teenager let Cosimo have his way.
After spitting on his palm, the tycoon ran his bulbous dickhead through the drool, moistening it thoroughly. He was a man knowledgeable in the ways of rape. He knelt, fitting slippery head to soft, downy pocket, and with furious flips of his hips he rammed his cock home.
Janey thrashed on the floor, weeping and pounding with her balled fists, while Cosimo slipped his huge cock in and out of her tight snatch. Not only was it rape, but it was the act of a vicious sadist ... his cock was far too large to be used on such a small pussy. It looked like he was pulling half her insides out on the back-thrusts and when he drove into her, her whole mound turned in on itself.
Then, Cosimo's distorted face darkened, his eyes threatened to pop from their sockets, his cock flew savagely. The demented bastard was coming!!
Janey's eyes snapped shut in horror and disgust as the initial load of come spurted into her torn pussy.
Cosimo's lips curled back from his teeth.
Then it happened. Was it reflex? A convulsion due to the fever of orgasm that racked the magnate's body? Or was it part of some insane and super-sick game?
No matter. The result was the same. The harpoon gun discharged. And the-wall went white as the film cassette ended.
Marylou made no move to turn on the room lights or turn off the humming projector. She spoke through clenched teeth and tight lips.
"I went nuts when I first saw it. I wanted his greasy head on a pole, instantly! So I stupidly tried to fry him in his own spunk. I didn't mean for Ann to get hurt. Honest! Honest!" she cried. "You've got to believe me!! "
After I said I did, she went on:
"To make sure I didn't miss a second time, I did the thing in person, face-to-face. While you were in the tub, I slipped into his office and got down that same goddam harpoon gun. He was really surprised when he looked up and saw me aiming it at him. He started talking a mile a minute, excusing himself for something he wasn't sure of.
"When I said Janey's name, he got real pale. Imagine that slimy bastard pale!! ! I told him I was her sister and that I'd seen the film and that this was his last night on earth.
"He got even whiter then and started telling me how much money he'd give me to let him go, how Janey's death was a terrible and tragic accident, and all that baloney. He thought he was one super slick son of a bitch, and that's for sure. The whole time he's rapping at me, his hand is slipping over the desk top, heading for the drawer where he kept his pistol.
"I let him think he had me fooled. Let him get the drawer open and his slimy paw on the gun butt. Then I let him have it!! "
Marylou's eyes glowed with remembered fury and grim satisfaction.
"Right in the gut!" she exclaimed. "Nailed him into his big dictator's chair. It knocked the breath out of him. He took hold of the harpoon shaft and tried to yank it out but he couldn't do it. His eyes were bugging and he was sweating up a storm.
"It took him eighteen minutes to die. I know because I timed it ... I sat up on his desk and watched him squirm and wriggled, and wriggle and squirm, until he just sort of stiffened and stopped. Then I came down to the tub room and made love."
My guts were tied in a burning knot. The girl was crazy. Too damn cool the way she talked. Too dispassionate under what must have been a soul wrenching experience. She came back after watching Cosimo Hidalgo die and made love. Simple as that. Made love to yours truly. Dammit! I could still feel her trembling in my arms, quaking like a leaf, like a baby.
I got up and walked over to the phone.
"W-what are you doing?! ! " Marylou cried, jumping up.
I thought for a second as I lifted the receiver from the cradle. Thought about the large helping of crow Detective Ramon and his whole incompetent homicide crew were going to have to eat today.
"B-But ... BASCOM!! ! Don't!! ! " Marylou wailed, throwing her soft, warm body against me. "DON'T!! ! Let Cena ... let HER take the blame!! ! "
It would've been an easy thing to do. I'm not sure deep down I didn't really want to do it that way all along. Let the dyke take the whole fall. Why the fuck not?
The girl's arms were clasped about my neck; her hot tears were spilling all over the front of my shirt. The knot in my gut tightened, squeezing the air from my lungs.
I began to dial.
"OHHHHHH," Marylou wept, hugging me desperately. "Uh-uh-I th-thought y-you uh-uh-uh love..." She stopped short and her sudden, panicked change of words cut me deeply. . . .L-LIKED ME!! ! " she bawled.
The phone rang on the other end. Come on, ANSWER!! You lowlife sacks of shit!! ! A voice in my skull was hollering, "God, I DO!"
But the words that came out of my mouth were different. They tasted like ashes.
"I don't get paid to like people. That's not my job, honey," I said.
