As the young, lustful man approaches the first of the frightened, horrified women, she is painfully aware that there is no escape here in the middle of the steamy Gulf of Mexico. The young man's passion is inflamed by his sense of total control and it shows upon his grinning face.
The three gorgeous daughters and their still beautiful mother have been trapped on their own boat by this band of drug dealers turned modern pirates. And the four females know that their fate is to be raped and abused.
The lovely, slim coed, in her search for somebody to guide her, has delivered herself into the hands of the three horny, immoral young men, her own fellow students. In the back of their car, each one of them forces her to commit repeated acts of savage, oral sex.
Two young men in the city decide that there is no reason why they cannot just grab glamorous, sexy women off of the street and use them as pleasure objects. Once they succeed, they cannot, or will not, stop.
These are stories of men who are not content to just crave beautiful, sexy women but who take what they want. And they rape, abuse, degrade and torment their luscious female victims, again and again and again....
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RAPE ON THE HIGH SEAS
PART ONE
The waters of the Gulf of Mexico can often be very deceptive. In fact, in many ways, this is the most deceptive body of salt water in the world. And, therefore, the most dangerous.
There are times when the surface of the Gulf is so flat and so calm that if you just stared down at one small spot upon it you might think you were looking at a pond. To a sailor inexperienced with the ways of the Gulf, it might seem like the last thing he would have to worry about would be stormy weather.
But actually, it's possible for a storm to blow up upon the gulf within the space of a few minutes, even when the water is perfectly still and quiet. And when those storms hit, they are among the worst in the world. The wind heaves itself forward at blinding speed, the water swells up perhaps twelve to fifteen feet, and huge, crashing waves appear. That kind of a storm can swamp a pleasure boat in a matter of moments or even smash it to bits.
But there are other forms of unexpected danger out on the Gulf as well.
Through these waters pass many boats carrying drugs from Central and South America. The Gulf waters encompass the main shipping routes for cocaine as well as much of the marijuana grown in this world.
The men who transport these drugs in their sailboats or motorboats are the kinds of men who don't much give a damn for this world or for human life-either their own or other individuals. They are only happy when they are outside society and the law, out on the high seas, transporting their illegal cargoes. Conformity, morality, decency, respect-these concepts mean nothing to these men. They do as they please and they adhere to no rules or value system but their own.
The two worldly forces which most directly confront and confound these men are the Drug Enforcement Agency and the Coast Guard. The D.E.A. does its best to obtain information about these men and their vessels and the Coast Guard, acting upon this information, tries to find these vessels and capture them and their crews.
It's a war. And, like all wars, it is a stupid one. Because nothing will ever halt the flow drugs into America. As long as there are people who want drugs and who have the money to buy the drugs, and are willing to pay the money, there will be men who will be able to find a way to supply those drugs. It's a matter of the law of supply and demand-basic economics.
But of course, the fact that the war is a stupid one does not prevent the government from waging it. If governments did not consistently perform stupid actions the history of this world would have been quite different.
But the chief result of this war which most concerns us here is that the drug transporters know that it is only a matter of time before the DEA identifies their boats and the Coast Guard waits for these vessels to enter the territorial waters of the United States. In order to keep themselves free, therefore, it is necessary for these men to find other boats with which to transport their drugs. Boats which are not known to either the DEA or the Coast Guard.
And this had been the cause of the recent widespread disappearances of private boats which had been occuring in the Gulf of Mexico. These crafts have been pirated by drug dealers for their own use. And since the dealers do not wish to be identified the passengers of these boats also vanish along with their vessels.
But let us go back to a time several years ago when this piracy had not yet been reported by the newspapers, the television, or by other media. The Gulf was still filled with pleasure boats piloted by unsuspecting and trusting owners who knew nothing about drug dealers or the drug trade. One of these owners was a very wealthy Insurance broker from New York named Howard Binstone. On a slightly misty, broiling summer day in July, he was up on the flying bridge of his forty-two foot motor boat, the Home Safe, starting the craft southwest on a course towards Tuxpan on the east coast of Mexico. Binstone had invested in a resort hotel which was being built there and he had hit upon the idea of sailing there as a way to combine his vacation with a business trip so that he could check out his investment.
Binstone was just the kind of Businessman who would be clever in this way. He could see no reason to unnecessarily spend money on both a business trip and a vacation when the two could easily be combined. On board the Home Free were Binstone's three daughters and his wife. All four females were beautiful and in excellent physical shape. Genetics and a mutual interest in the care of their bodies had produced four of the most exquisite females who had ever been members of the same immediate family.
And their appearances varied enough so that when they were all together their attractiveness was not marred by the redundancy of their features.
Joan Binstone, Mr. Binstone's wife was an elegant, statuesque, remarkably well preserved woman with red hair and blue eyes. Her hair was not the kind which was too red but had a very earthy tone to it.
Howard Binstone had first met his wife when he was starting out as an insurance salesman. She was-the private secretary to the president of an advertising company whom he had gone to see in reference to buying an insurance policy. She and Howard had liked each other very much from the first glance and on his subsequent visits Mr. Binstone continually conversed and joked with her until they had built up a light hearted relationship.
And on the day that Howard finally sold the policy to the president of the advertising company, after five months of visits, Binstone had finally asked the private secretary to go out with him to dinner and she agreed.
But during the course of the dinner Joan had made it clear to Howard that she was now only interested in marrying a very wealthy man and that she had even given up having short flings with men who were not wealthy. They had to be loaded or else forget it. She added that she had gone out with Howard simply because she had liked him so much and because when she found out that she had sold a policy to her boss she realized that Howard had the potential to become wealthy.
But she was very explicit about the fact that after tonight she didn't even want to hear from Howard until he had become a millionaire.
So Howard worked like a dog and he developed one of the slickest and most effective sales raps in the history of the insurance business. And after three years he did indeed become a millionaire. And during all that time he did not forget Joan or her earthy red hair or her big blue eyes or her abundant breasts or her lusciously curved hips, or her long, sleek legs, or her taut, saucy ass. All of these sensuous details stayed in his mind and he got a hard on every time he envisioned Joan.
And in the meantime she had indeed gotten married to a millionaire-a man who had inherited his money from his father. And the man whom she had married pissed away his entire fortune and then killed himself, leaving Joan nothing but debts.
And soon after that Howard Binstone called and a few weeks after that they were married. And they had been married now for twenty-five years and she had borne him three children.
The eldest of Binstone's daughters was named Julie. Julie had her mother's red hair and her blue eyes but she possessed her father's nose which had a little bit more character to it than her mother's.
Julie was twenty-four and she had just been divorced from her husband, a stock broker. She had agreed to go on this trip because she wanted to get away from New York for a while and she did not want to meet any men. For the first time in a long time, the company of her family was the only company she desired.
The next eldest daughter, Mandy, had just graduated from college and she also just wanted to get away for a while so that she would have time to do a lot of thinking about what she wanted to do with her life. Mandy had long, slightly curly, blond hair and she was the only one of the daughter s to inherit her father's deep, lustrous, chestnut eyes.
Cindy, who was the youngest of the daughters, had peach blond hair. She was nineteen years old and was in her sophomore year of college at a state university in upper New York State. She had wanted to come along on this trip because she had thought it would be a good way to meet boys. She hoped that perhaps in the marinas or even somewhere out on the sea she would meet boys unlike any others which she had known before. She felt that her sex life had definitely lacked excitement lately and she felt that only a totally new set of experiences would be the solution to that problem.
And so, the Home Free was carrying these four people across the placid waters of the eastern Gulf. Mr. Binstone held onto the wheel with one finger and looked out towards the horizon. It was one of those hot, sultry, tranquil summer days when it just seems impossible for anything extraordinary or trouble to occur. But, as I've said, the Gulf of Mexico is the most deceptive body of salt water in the world.
About twenty miles away, a forty-two foot ketch named the Holy Rose was heading northwest towards Panama City, Florida. The wind was blowing over the port beam, she was under full sail, and she was moving along at a good and gentle clip.
The Holy Rose was crammed up to the gizzard with pure, uncut Cocaine which she had picked up off the coast of Columbia, not far from the port of Barranquilla. The forward cabin and the aft cabin were loaded up with plastic bags of the white powder and so was every bin and locker on board. The three passengers were obliged to sleep either in the cockpit or on the foreward deck.
Two of the men on board owned the Holy Rose and they had been running drugs from different parts of the world now for more than a year. Their names were Michael T. Lazan (pronounced like sha-zam) and Robert Anthony Hansard. They were both experienced and very competent sailors and navigators.
The third passenger was known to the owners of the Holy Rose as Bill. They had picked him up at the marina in Sydney, Australia where' he had begged them to take him with them back to America. They had thought that Bill would be useful for helping them load and unload the numerous bags of cocaine.
But, Bill had turned out to be a drunk who was not much use whatsoever. Hansard had seriously considered throwing him overboard but instead Lazan had thrown Bill's supply of booze overboard. Now Bill was sleeping off his latest infusion of alcohol on the roof of the forward cabin. Lazan was at the wheel of the cabin with his left knee on the aft bench and his right foot on the deck. Hansard was sitting on the starboard bench of the cockpit. In this kind of wind there was not much necessity to change the sails and the going was smooth and peaceful.
Michael T. Lazan turned to his partner and said, "we can't bring this boat into Panama City."
Hansard looked up at Lasan with his sweet, childish face. That face which hid his true inner nature and which had helped both him and Lazan so many times in dealing with people.
"What do you mean?" Hansard replied.
"The DEA has eyes all over the world, you should know that. The Holy Rose has been seen in all the big drug ports of the world Rangoon, Bombay and now Barranquilla. I've just got a feeling that this time the Coast Guard will be waiting for us. It's a matter of mathematical odds."
Hansard opened his dark blue eyes wide and looked into Lazan's shiny brown-green eyes.
"Then what's the solution?" Hansard asked.
"We need another boat, Lazan answered. "A boat which neither the DEA or the Coast Guard has ever heard of. A very unsuspicious boat."
"Where do we find another boat out in the middle of the Gulf?" Hansard wanted to know. Lazan grinned.
"There are always a few private boats cruising from Key West to Mexico," he told his partner. "Not a lot, but that's good because we want to find an isolated boat. And we only need one."
Hansard's boyish face lit up.
"Are you suggesting piracy?" He inquired.
"I am," Lazan clarified. "I'm suggesting that we board another boat, take it over, and then transfer all the coke over to that boat. Then we'll take her into Panama City and leave the Holy Rose outside the three hundred mile limit."
"What about the passengers on that other boat?" Hansard asked.
"We'll tie them up and leave Bill on board the Holy Rose to guard them. When we get back from Panama City we'll let them have their boat back. Even if they say anything who's going to believe that somebody hijacked their boat and then gave it back? And even if somebody does believe them, we'll come off more as heros than criminals. But the way I see it, whoever those people are they'll just have a good adventure story to tell that people will enjoy but never take seriously. We won't have anything to worry about from them once they get their boat back."
"But what about Bill?" Hansard pointed out. "Do you think he'll be able to handle this?"
"Yeah, once he sobers up. We'll just explain to him that he either does this right or he gets no money and maybe we even throw him overboard. Besides, the people will be all nice and tied up."
Hansard com tern plated for several seconds. And then he clapped his hands together one time.
"Oh boy!" He proclaimed. "Piracy on the high seas. This is just the kind of adventure I love."
"I figured that."
Hansard rubbed his hands together. "I can hardly wait," he said, "I can hardly wait."
Howard Binstone was up on the flying bridge and his youngest daughter, Cindy, was standing next to him. The rest of his family were down below sleeping. The sea was still very flat and quiet.
"Look, daddy," Cindy said, pointing off the port bow, "there's a sailboat over there with a broken pole."
"Those are called spars," her father reminded her.
Cindy sighed.
"Well, anyway, it's broken and there's a boy on board who's waving his arms at us. I think that boat's in trouble."
"I believe you're right, Cindy. We better head over there and lend a hand."
Binstone turned the wheel to port and the Home Free headed towards the Holy Rose. Binstone slowed the engines and then turned them off just as the motor boat pulled up broadside of the sailboat. Cindy was on the stern and she threw a rope over to Hansard who heaved on the line until the two boats were touching. Then he tied the line off on a cleat.
Mr. Binstone came down from the flying bridge and stood on the stern next to his daughter. He looked at Hansard.
"That spar looks kind of useless, son," he remarked.
"Yeah," Hansard replied, "it got broken in two during the storm last night.
Mr. Binstone narrowed his eyes.
"Storm?" he questioned. "I've been listening to the weather stations and I don't remember hearing anything about a storm around this part of the Gulf."
Meanwhile, Lazan had crawled out of the forward hitch of the Holy Rose and crossed over to the bow of the Home Free. He was unseen by Binstone because the high bulkhead of the motor boat's cabin completely obstructed his view of the bows of both vessels.
Lazan made his way along the side deck of the Home Free. He was carrying a sawed off shotgun and when he reached the ladder which led down to the stern he stopped and pointed his shotgun at Binstone and Cindy.
"Greetings," Lazan said. "Please don't move until you have been so instructed."
The same frozen expression of fear came over the faces of both Cindy and her father. The girl immediately dropped onto Mr. Binstone's arm.
"What's going on?" Mr. Binstone asked. "We have nothing."
"Oh, come on," Hansard chided him. "You can't be serious."
Bill opened the vented, wooden door of the forward cabin on the Holy Rose and came out bearing two more shotguns. He handed one of them to Hansard and pointed the other one at the father and the daughter.
Lazan walked backwards down the ladder and went to the door of the cabin. Hansard shooed Howard and Cindy back with his shotgun and then crossed over to the motorboat. Bill also started to cross over but Hansard told him to stay on board the Holy Rose and he obeyed.
"Who's down below?" Lazan asked.
"My other two daughters and my wife," Binstone answered. "Please don't hurt them."
"I won't if you just stay cool. We're not after you or even your possessions. We just want your boat. Get the picture?"
Lazan opened the door and climbed down below. He made his way forward and opened the door to the forward berth.
Julie was asleep in the port berth and Mandy was asleep in the starboard berth. Julie was dressed in a blue pullover shirt and a pair of cut-offs and Mandy was wearing a very brief, blue bikini. Her breasts were practically spilling out of the top.
Lazan pressed the point of his shotgun against the side of Julie's face. As soon as she opened her eyes they popped out and she began screaming. Mandy woke up saw Lazan with the shotgun, and also started screaming.
"Shut the fuck up!" Lazan shouted back in an authoritative manner.
They both instantly became quiet.
"Get out of bed and get up top right away," he commanded. "And I mean now!"
Both ladies hopped out of their bunks and made their way through the lower cabin towards the ladder. Mrs. Binstone came out from the aft cabin wearing a purple bathrobe. She saw what was happening and put her hand to her mouth Lazan pointed his shotgun at her.
"Get up that ladder right now!" He told Mrs. Binstone. "I want all of you up on top immediately or I'm going to start pulling this trigger."
All three women scurried up the ladder and joined Cindy and Mr. Binstone. Lazan climbed up on the deck and he and Hansard and Bill, who was still in the cockpit of the Holy Rose, covered them with their shotguns.
"What's going on?" Mrs. Binstone asked her husband in a tone filled with panic.
Hansard smiled from ear to ear.
"We've taken over your vessel," he explained, "in the name of the Great Overseas Empire."
"What the hell is that?" Mr. Binstone wanted to know.
"The Great Overseas Empire," Hansard told him "Is simply an association of those free individuals who roam the seas. Most of us make our living by selling or transporting drugs. You see, that's really the only course open to a man who wants to be free but who doesn't want to be poor as well."
"Oh, no, I get it." Mr. Binstone said.
"You're drug dealers. But what are you going to do with our boat."
"Hey," Lazan interjected, "we haven't got time for this bullshit. Hansard, you and Bill take these folks down below on the Holy Rose and tie them up securely. I'm going to check out this boat."
"Your wish becomes reality," Hansard replied.
Lazan went down below and looked all around-He made sure that no one else was on board and then he searched for places where the bags of Cocaine could be hidden. He examined the inboard engines and then he went to the lower steering wheel and checked out the compass, the radio, the radar, the Loran unit, and the fuel gauge. Everything seemed to be just fine. According to the gauge the fuel tanks were three-quarters of the way full. But Lazan made a mental note to actually open up the tanks later and take a look.
When he was satisfied, Lazan climbed back up the ladder to the stern. He left his shotgun down below But when he climbed up to the stern, Lazan immediately saw that things were very wrong. Binstone was not there but his wife and his three daughters were. And they had not been tied up. Bill was on board the Home Free now and both he and Hansard were leveling their shotguns at the group of terrified females.
"What's going on?" Lazan inquired of Hansard.
"Michael," Hansard replied, "Bill and I have decided that it would be an absolutely insane waste not to rape these ladies and otherwise sexually abuse them. I mean, are you blind Lazan? These woman are beautiful. And look at the variety. We have an older woman, two young ladies, and a girl. It's perfect, Lazan. In fact, it's paradise. We can do whatever the hell we want with them. And that's just what we're going to do."
"But, Hansard," Lazan said, "I thought we agreed to just tie them them and use their boat. Those guys in Panama City are waiting, you know."
"So, let them wait. They're not going to give up waiting for a huge shipment of cocaine that they desperately need. Anyway, we can dally with these broads for a little while and then we can make the delivery, return, and play with them some more."
Hansard stepped closer to his partner and peered very intently into his eyes.
"Don't tell me you're going to forcibly object are you?" Hansard asked. "I mean, why should you really give a damn about these people? They shouldn't mean anything to you, Lazan."
Lazan carefully studied Hansard's face and eyes for a while and then he sighed. He waved his right hand in resignation. "Do as you like," Lazan stated. "But only for an hour. I don't want to fuck around with our contacts in Panama City."
"An hour will be enough," Hansard conceded. "And I suspect that before that hour is up, you'll want to join in." Hansard looked around at the women.
"Now let's see," he said, "how should we work this? I think we should keep all you ladies together. It'll be much more interesting if you all watch the proceedings."
Hansard looked around some more until his eyes came to rest on Julie.
"Hello," Hansard said to Julie, in a very soft and sweet voice.
He studied her red hair, her blue eyes, her sumptuous breasts, and her lusciously curved body.
The girl did not respond to Hansard. Hansard turned to Bill.
"William," he said, "go fetch the captain of this vessel and the head of this family. I don't think he should miss this spectacle."
"Alright, Bobby," Bill replied.
Bill crossed back over to the Holy Rose and went down below to retrieve Mr. Binstone.
Hansard just walked right over to Julie and stroked her red hair. Then he placed his left hand over her left breast and fondled the cushion of tit flesh for several seconds. He moved his left hand down along her body to the crotch of her jeans, grasped onto her twat, and squeezed hard. He massaged his middle finger back and forth through the crack in her jeans which covered the mouth of her pussy. Julie just stood there and stared at the young man.
"Does this feel good?" He inquired.
Julie either could not or would not answer. "Well, no matter," Hansard remarked. "I really don't care what you might have to say actually. Mr. Binstone stepped out into the cockpit of the Holy Rose. His wrists were bound and his mouth was gagged and behind him, Bill followed, pointing his shotgun at the man's back.
"Bill, tie that old fucker up the forward spar, if you will. He can pretend to be Odysseus, listening to the Sirens cry."
Bill pushed his shotgun into the old man's back and led him along the sidedeck and over to the forward mast. He picked up a length of rope and used it to securely tie the man to the spar.
Hansard raised up his shotgun and pointed it right at Julie's face-his finger was on the trigger. Mrs. Binstone shrieked and then fainted and Mandy screamed but then became silent. Cindy had been frozen with fear ever since Lazan had come topside.
But, Hansard did not shoot. He simply pushed the gun between Julie's lips and forced the barrel into her mouth. He kept pushing the smooth, metal tube further and further into her mouth until he had inserted it right into her throat. Julie sputtered a bit, but she dared not gag or choke. She just accepted the barrel into her throat and managed to tolerate it.
As Mr. Binstone watched, with horror and revulsion, Hansard pushed downwards on the shotgun so as to direct the young woman down to her knees. When she was on her knees he removed the barrel from her mouth and held it above her head, pointed at the top of her skull.
"By the way," Hansard said, "what's your name, my dear?" Julie swallowed hard several times and then answered in a strained voice, "my name is Julie."
"Well, Julie, I hope you don't mind terribly, but I'm going to insist that you pull down my fly, whip out my prick, and suck upon it until my semen flows into your little mouth. And if it isn't one of the best blow-jobs I've ever had, I promise you that I'll blow your head and your brain into shards and fragments. Now get going."
Julie's hands were trembling as she reached for the zipper on Hansard's pants. But she managed to pull it all the way down. Then she unbuttoned his pants and began to tug them over Hansard's hips. When she accomplished this, she inserted her fingernails into the band of Hansard's underpants and slid this white garment down below his thighs. Hansard's huge penis stood out perfectly straight and stiff from his belly. The vast clump of brown pubic hairs which surrounded his cock and covered his balls was much darker than his slightly reddish blond hair.
Hansard grasped the thick, base of his cock and moved forward until the throbbing head of his organ pressed between Julie's luscious, red lips. He was now breathing very heavily.
"Open up your mouth, you little pig," Hansard imparted in a series of gasps. "I can't decide which I want more-a good blow job, or to blow your head apart."
As soon as Julie heard this, she knew that he was quite serious. She immediately opened her mouth, slipped her lips over the fist like head of Hansard's penis, and slid her lips all the way down along his hardened shaft until her nose pressed against his belly and her face was buried in his bush. Then she began to draw her lips up and down along his constantly twitching rod. sucking it as hard as she was able. For about fifteen seconds, Hansard just watched his long, thick cock disappear within Julie's beautiful face, and then slide out again like a piston sliding out of a cylinder. His member was glistening with a film of Julie's saliva which now covered his meaty, vein streaked rod.
Then Hansard grasped Julie's long, earth, red hair, slipped his fingers into the strands, and held on to her hair tightly. He began to pull her head back and forth so that she was obliged to suck upon his cock even faster than before. And as she did so, Hansard thrust his hips to and fro and humped her beautiful face in a fashion which made it perfectly clear that he considered her to be nothing more than a humanoid pleasure unit.
As Julie continued to suck and suck, Hansard's breathing became heavier and heavier until he was gasping and groaning like a man caught in the grip of a fever.
Then suddenly, Hansard began to snort very rapidly and he gritted his teeth tightly. He pumped his cock in and out of Julie's mouth in a frenzied abandon and she wrapped her lips around the stretched skin of his heaving rod so that his prick was completely sealed within her face. As Hansard shot out his viscous wad into Julie's face she swallowed hard and fast in order to get down all of his incredibly vast and sticky load.
But there was just too much of Hansard's burning hot load for Julie to accept into her throat. The greyish-white goo spilled out from between her lips and oozed down along her chin. In a few seconds, her entire mouth was surrounded by foamy semen.
Hansard placed his hands against Julie's forehead and pushed her head back until the head of his penis popped out from her mouth. His cock was still spurting out huge globules of gism and Hansard grasped the base of his cock and aimed his penis so that the slugs of scum were cannonaded all over Julie's face. His hot semen splashed against her forehead, and her nose, and her eyelids, and both sides of the front of her face, soon, her face was covered by the creeping, syrupy fluid.
Hansard masturbated until the last remaining drops of his load dribbled out of his piss slit and onto Julie's lips. When at last he had completely emptied himself, he inserted his softening cock into her reddish hair and wiped his staff clean. Then he just stood there for a few seconds appreciating the awesome release which he had just experienced. A grin which reflected his utter satiation spread across his boyish face. Bill slowly crossed back over to the Home Free and stood next to Hansard. He didn't speak, but Hansard easily guessed from his pleading expression what was on his mind.
"Julie," Hansard addressed the young woman, "you did such a good job sucking my cock that I'm going to allow you to perform the same service for Bill."
Hansard turned and looked at Mandy. In her very brief, blue bikini, with her smooth pinkish breasts spilling out of the cups of her top, she looked like the quintessential, super sexy California beach girl. The kind of beautiful woman in a bikini that just about every straight male in America desperately desires to fuck. He walked over to her, looked into her liquidy, chestnut eyes, and stroked her long, curly, blond hair. He placed his palm against her flat tummy so that his fingertips were just above the edge of her brief, bikini bottoms.
"There's nothing like variety," Hansard remarked, "to keep the blood pumping through a man's cock."
And indeed, his renewed and thoroughly revitalized hard on testified to the truth of this statement.
PART TWO
Lazan had been watching all of this in a very detached and dispassionate manner. It might seem strange that such an ordinarily sexually excitable heterosexual man such as Lazan could adopt this sort of attitude under these circumstances. But, it must be understood that there was a part of Lazan's personality which was nothing more or less than an onlooker. This part of Lazan was the quiet observer and the evaluator and possessed no emotions whatsoever.
But now the looker-on within Lazan was fading away and his sexually active self was coming into life. Lazan had not had sex since the Holy Rose had left Barranquilla, and that was more than a week ago. And his last lay had been a rather dreary prostitute who had accosted him in the bar of a hotel near the port.
So this beautiful, blond American girl with the extraordinarily seductive, chestnut eyes greatly stirred him. As he watched Hansard's hand resting upon her flat stomach he found himself wishing that it were his own hand.
Hansard glimpsed Lazan's face out of the corner of his eye and turned his head and looked at his partner.
"You want this broad, don't you?" Hansard asked.
Lazan did not answer but Hansard had learned long ago how to interpret Lazan's emotions by watching his partner's face. Of course, Hansard could only do this when Lazan wanted him to know his emotions. Otherwise, Lazan would make certain that his face expressed no emotion whatsoever. This was a thing which Lazan was very good at.
"I'll tell you what." Hansard said, "you take her first. I've already got my rocks off once and it'll really excite me to watch somebody else ream out this girl's twat. And you know, there's something very erotic about sloppy seconds. If that's what you're in the mood for."
Hansard stepped back and held the barrel of his shotgun pointed at the frightened Mandy. Occasionally he would move it back and forth from Cindy or Julie.
"Besides," Hansard added, "I think one of us should keep an eye on these girls at all time. I wouldn't want to see one of them grab one of the shotguns and turn the tables around. Turnabout is fair, but I don't like to play fair."
Lazan studied Mandy's binkinied and equisitely sexual body. His eyes traveled over her smooth, lovely face, her abundant breasts, her sculpted belly, the mound in the crotch of her bikini bottoms, and her long, sleek legs. His cock pushed the material of his jeans outwards as it grew and grew into a ferocious erection. Soon, his prick became so stiff and hard that he suffered pain as a result of the constriction of his organ. He felt a desperate need to whip out his penis and achieve satisfaction with this girl.
And yet, Lazan hesitated to do this. Lazan was a strict businessman when it was time for business and he knew that those contacts were waiting for this supply of cocaine in Panama City.
Besides, Lazan wasn't really the rapist type. He was a cocaine dealer but when it came to women he had always been a gentle and understanding individual. He usually preferred a deep emotional connection between himself and a woman and he usually could not attain a truly satisfying orgasm unless this connection existed.
But right now, here was this broad standing there helpless and vulnerable and his cock was filled up with pulsing blood. And the blood circulating through the rest of his body was seemingly broiling within his veins. Lazan's animal self had completely taken him over. And he could no longer exercise any control over this part of him.
He-stepped forward until he was just in front of Mandy and he placed the palm onto her tummy just as Hansard had. He moved the fingertips of his other hand down along the exposed portion of her left breast and slipped his fingertips beneath the stretched material of her well filled cup. His fingertips passed along the mountain of tit flesh until he reached the hard, round, nugget of flesh which was her nipple. Lazan squeeze Mandy's nipple between his fingers over and over again. Meanwhile, he slipped the fingers of his other hand beneath the band of her extremely brief bikini buttons. He did not have to move his fingertips very much along the smooth taut skin of her tummy before he detected her moist, crusty, thickly entangled pubic hairs. He moved his fingertips further and further downwards until he found the mouth of her cunt. Lazan inserted his middle finger into her slit and pushed it into her vaginal cavity as far as it would go. He cupped his palm over her vast bush and drew his middle finger in and out of her cunt.
About two feet away, red -haired, blue eyed Julie was down on her knees in front of Bill, sucking off his completely exposed and fully erected cock. By now, her instinct for survival had taken her over and she was feeling nothing at all. She had simply transformed herself into a living, fellatio machine. Lazan watched Bill's monstrous penis move in and out of Julie's mouth and he watched her chin press into the space between Bill's testes. Every time she moved her face downwards, his dark mass of pubic hairs would completely cover the lower portion of her beautiful face. Bill was holding onto her long, red hair and he was pulling her head back and forth as if she were nothing more than a mechanical device.
Now, Lazan was stimulated to the point where his groin was overwhelmed by the electrical sparks and hot, swirling flames of erotic passion. He inserted another finger into Mandy's cunt and was grunting as he proceeded to finger fuck her with even more energy than before.
Then Lazan took his hand out of her bikini top and used both hands to slide Mandy's bikini bottoms all the way down past her knees. The sight of her astoundingly hairy and perfectly triangular mat of dark brown pubic hairs peering above those long, creamy white legs was just about to much for Lazan to bear. But when he looked up at Mandy's lovely face and large, sensuous brown eyes that definitely was too much for him to bear. After this point, he was no longer in direct mental Control of his actions. He was only thinking with his pecker.
At almost blinding speed, Lazan removed his shoes, his socks, his pants and his underpants. His tubular hunk of masculine meat was primed and ready for action. There had never been a more massive and hardened member than this one. The head of Lazan's cock was as broad as the width of her bush at its widest point.
Mandy put her hand to her mouth and stepped back. She couldn't believe the proportions of the tool between Lazan's hairy legs.
"No, don't," she pleaded. "I can't take that in. Not the way I am. You'll kill me with that thing. You'll make me bleed. Don't. Please, don't."
But Lazan was now nothing but a lustful, raging animal. And the moaning and groaning which was coming out of Bill's mouth as he shot his load into Julie's mouth acted like a musical background to spur Lazan on.
He moved forward, placed his muscular hands on top of Mandy's shoulders, and forced her down onto the bench along the starboard side. He placed his hands over the mountainous cups of her bikini top and attempted to move his pulsating pipe between her thighs. But Mandy kept her legs closed.
"Oh, God, don't!" She screamed. "I'll do anything you want, but don't shove that that thing into me. Let me suck you off."
Mandy tried to move her head forward but Lazan slapped her in the side of the face and then threw her head against the gunwale. "It's time for you to fuck me off. But now I'm going to ram my cock into you. So now, spread 'em!"
There was no alternative for Mandy but to spread her long, sleek legs as far apart as possible. Lazan dragged his fingers down over her entangled hairy mound and pried her tender pussy lips far apart until the pink insides of her cunt were starkly visible. Then shuffled forward until his huge, crimson red cock head was penetrating between Mandy's cock lips. Lazan had to move his hips from side to side in order to wrench the head of his huge instrument into the mouth of Mandy's cunt. There was absolutely no room within her vagina for him to maneuver his cock and Lazan had to forcibly penetrate every inch of the way. Mandy's whined and groaned with pain as Lazan slowly shoved more and more of his penis into her. It was like getting your foot into a sock that was designed for someone whose foot size was half the shoe size of your own.
It took considerable effort, but at last Lazan had buried his penis deep within Mandy's astoundingly tight snatch right up to the hairy hilt. He stayed within her while he unsnapped her bikini top and pulled the strap off her shoulders. As soon as her abundant, ripe and slightly pointy tits popped out Lazan squeezed and fondled the cushions of spongy flesh all over and indelicately pinched her rubbery nipples.
Lazan held onto Mandy's right breast with his right hand and he held on to her long, blond hair with his other hand. Then he extracted his lengthy penis from her dry twat and it was like pulling the Sword of Excalibur from out of the stone. As soon as all but his cock-head was out of Mandy's vagina he drove into her with all his might once more until not a trace of his shaft was visible. Then he extracted his thick instrument from her hairy hole once more.
It is hard to say whether Mandy began to enjoy Lazan's penetration of her vagina in the same way that animalistic tendencies had overtaken him, or whether she was obliged to enjoy it in order to alleviate her torment. It really doesn't matter.
But, what does matter is that Mandy began to hum with delight and to shake her hips and rotate her clinging snatch around the super sensitive base of Lazan's penis. She slid her vagina up and down along the length of Lazan's cock and she made a point of brushing the strands of her pubic bush against the long, wet, dark strands of Lazan's hot bush. As his guttural cries of passion grew louder and louder her pussy became wetter and wetter until Lazan's rod was thoroughly immersed in vaginal secretion which served as a fine lubricant, just as nature intended.
It now became much, much easier for Lazan to slide his penis in and out of Mandy's snatch and he commenced to hump away at her rather rapidly. A highly audible squishy sound came from between her thighs as Lazan pounded his slab in out of her. His cock slid back and forth through her vaginal passage so easily that Lazan was now able to abandon himself to the erotic sensations and just experience the intense pleasure.
The fires within Mandy's loins just raged hotter and hotter and wilder and wilder until her twat was transformed into a churning, liquidly, broiling mass of tingling sensuality. She whimpered like a hurt animal several times and then she opened her mouth and emitted a long, piercing shriek. Mandy heaved her belly against Lazan's belly and wrapped her legs around his.
Their hips swung back and forth in unison as Lazan sputtered and growled and allowed his prick to take control of his movement. His cock flailed spasmodically within Mandy's undulating vaginal cavity and he continued to hump her while he hurled out immense globs of steaming semen into the deepest recesses of her cunt. As he delivered more and more of his immense load between her trembling thighs, his sexual ecstasy grew until Lazan felt the back of his skull snap and crackle. A tremendous pressure built up in his ears and Lazan was obliged to release it by. screaming. The climax of his orgasm slammed against the base of his hot penis as the last drops of his load were wrung out from his balls and he ejaculated his gism into Mandy's cunt.
When he was completely emptied, Lazan's head collapsed onto Mandy's breast and he lay there very still and quiet except for his heaving breath. Mandy also was perfectly still and she placed her hand on Lazan's head and stroked his brown hair. They were psychologically united by the great sexual release which they had both just provided for each other and physcially united by the sweat which was oozing out of their skin and which joined their bodies together with its stickiness.
All of this time, Mr. Binstone had just been gritting his teeth in seething anger and straining in vain against the ropes which bound him to the forward mast of the Holy Rose. He could not help himself from viewing the dual sights of rape which were taking place before him. He had simultaneously watched his eldest daughter suck off Bill, while Lazan had pounded his cock into Mandy's twat And he had to suffer the further humiliation of realizing that Mandy was actually enjoying it! And Julie seemed to be cooperating more than she had too.
Suddenly, Mr. Binstone ceased his struggling. It was not that he had run out of energy, but that he had also realized something else. A tremendous, quivering bulge had formed in the crotch of his pants and his hardened shaft extended for several inches down along his thigh.
Mr. Binstone had been sexually turned on by watching his daughters being abused.
He hung his head in shame.
Lazan raised his head and he and Mandy looked at each other.
A shocked expression appeared on the young woman's face. She started to open her mouth to speak but she did not know what to say. But what passed between their eyes said it all.
There had been a mutual exchange of sexual passion and energy between them. She had not been a victim and he had not really been a rapist. They had been partners. And now that the heat of sexual union had left her, Mandy was embarrassed and ashamed. Even more ashamed than her father. She also hung her head in shame.
Lazan pulled his penis out of her and got to his feet. Bill was sitting on the gunwale-a wide grin pasted across his face-and Julie's face was covered with two gunky loads of come from two different sources. The viscous fluid had now turned clear and was dripping down from her face and onto her blue pullover. The gooey stuff was smeared all over her and the viscous film glistened in the bright, slightly hazy, Gulf sun.
Now it was Hansard who became the stern business man. He walked up to Lazan and tapped him on the shoulder.
"Come on," Hansard said, "we gotta' lot of work to do. Don't forget we gotta' move all the bags of cocaine over to this boat before we head into Panama City."
Lazan looked at his partner. This sudden change in Hansard's personality was not at all strange to Lazan who was well aware of the basically schizophrenic nature of Robert Anthony Hansard.
"You're right," Lazan agreed.
He pulled up his underpants and pants and put on his shoes and Bill emulated him. They moved all the ladies over to the Holy Rose, brought them down below, and tied them up. They put Mr. Binstone into the rear cabin and tied him up as well. He had become completely docile like a puppy dog who had just been severely beaten.
Next, three men moved all of the bags of cocaine off of the Holy Rose and onto the Home Free. They stashed the bags in the bins and lockers, underneath coils of rope and other gear, as well as underneath the mattresses of the bunks.
When this task was completed, the three lowered the motorboat.
"You think everything will be alright?"
Hansard asked Lazan. "We didn't really hide the stuff all that well."
"It doesn't matter," Lazan replied. "It wasn't so much that I wanted to really hide the stuff as much as I wanted to keep it all out of sight. There's no reason why this boat should be suspicious and as long as we act really straight there's no reason why we should get stopped by the harbor cops or the coastguard. We've put on more difficult performances before."
Hansard laughed and nodded his head. Lazan turned to Bill and pointed his finger at him.
"Listen up," Lazan said. "You are not to touch anybody while we're gone, do you understand me? I don't want to take any chances that one of them might get loose or something like that. Now, don't fuck this up, Bill. Because if you do, I swear to God that I'll break your neck. All you have to do is keep cool for about three to five hours and you'll be a rich man. Do you understand me?"
Bill nodded his head.
"And when we get back," Hansard added, "there's no reason why we shouldn't be able to just continue our games where we left off. So, just keep your horniness under control for a while."
"There's plenty of food on board and the batteries are all charged up so you can run the tape player all you want. You might even try fiddling around with the T.V. and see if you can pick up any stations. But don't touch those women! Alright?"
"Alright, Lazan," Bill assured him. "I won't even go near them. But, what if some other boat comes by, or something like that?"
"We're outside any territorial waters," Hansard answered, "so there'll be no reason for any cops or Coast Guard to stop you. And if any other ships or boats pass by just wave at them and smile but don't invite them on board. That's all."
"Okay," Bill said.
Lazan and Hansard looked at each other.
"We're off," Lazan said.
"Yeah," his partner concurred.
Bill climbed back onto the Holy Rose and he uncleated the stern line from the Home Free while Hansard went forward and did the same with the bow line. Lazan went up to the flying bridge, started up the twin engines, and moved the throttle forward as he turned the wheel to starboard. The Home Free slowly veered away from the Holy Rose.
Hansard came up to the flying bridge holding a Coast Guard chart of the entrance to the bay which fronted Panama City. He studied it for a while and then he told Lazan what course to take. Lazan watched the black compass while he turned the wheel until the Home Free was on course.
Lazan turned around and glanced at the Holy Rose. Bill was in the cockpit and he waved. Lazan and Hansard waved back. Then Lazan pushed the throttle forward about three-quarters of the way and the motor boat picked up a great deal of speed until she was doing a good fifteen knots.
Both Lazan and Hansard turned and watched the Holy Rose shrink down more and more until it had all but disappeared on the flat, hot sea "I'm worried about Bill," Hansard stated.
"Sometimes you have to take risks," Lazan replied. "You know that. Both of us had to go to drop off the dope and that left only Bill to watch those people."
"The thing is," Hansard said, "that I don't think that asshole can handle any kind emergency that might spring up. He'll just go all to pieces."
"Well, let's just hope that no emergency pops up," Lazan remarked.
"And that he keeps his hands off those women," Hansard pointed out.
The two partners looked at each other. But then they both shrugged their shoulders. The motorboat was moving quickly and smoothly along and it was their habit never to turn back until they had accomplished what they had set out to do. They would just have to push the thought of Bill out of their minds and concentrate on the task at hand.
There were a lot of risks involved in delivering a huge load of Cocaine. And it necessary for the two partners to keep their minds on what they were doing at all times.
So there was no choice but to just forget about Bill, the Holy Rose, and the Binstone family for now.
PART THREE
After Lazan and Hansard had departed, Bill went down below into the galley and sat down at the table. The door to the forward berth was closed and he could not even see the women. And he decided that it would be best to leave things that way. At least until Lazan and Hansard came back.
Bill turned on the cassette player and inserted a Grateful Dead cassette into the machine. The sound coming out of the expensive speakers on the hull was sharp, clear and loud. Bill sat back and just got into listening to the music.
But after the first two songs he began to feel very edgy. He wanted to get high on something very badly. He knew that Lazan and Hansard had thrown all of his liquor overboard but he figured that they must have left at least a little bit of cocaine on board. So he looked all around the salon and the galley for some. He didn't find even a single bit. Obviously, Lazan and Hansard had loaded all of it onto the motorboat.
"God damn it!" Bill said out loud. "They should have left me a little toke. God knows they had enough.
But what the hell, he figured. In a few hours they would be coming back and then they would let him have his share of the profits. Five thousand dollars, Lazan had promised. And one thing which Bill had observed about these guys, since he had met them in Sydney, was that they always kept their promises and treated their business associates fairly. Bill was the kind of cyncial person who perceived all the world as a pack of liars and tricksters.
But he trusted these guys. It had nothing to do with honor among theives or any bullshit like that. He simply had observed their pattern and he had discovered that ripping off people was just not their style. They were drug dealers, pure and simple. That's how they made their bucks and that's how they obtained adventure from life. That was their life. And there was no reason or room for anything else.
So Bill just sat there in the galley and waited. And he waited and waited and waited. And he thought about those four women tied up in the V-berth. And his unfulfilled desire for drugs greatly increased his horniness. He felt like getting his rocks off so badly that his balls hurt him from the strain. And here those four broads just a few feet away! It was horrible. It was pure torture.
But Lazan had warned him to keep away from the women until they got back. And Bill realized that he had better obey. He had better not blow things now. It would be stupid to fuck everything up when all he had to do was be chaste for a few more hours.
After all, five thousand dollars was a sum which he had never possessed at any one time in his entire life. Man, he would be on easy street when he got that money. It would be a rebirth for him. And what is more, when Lazan and Hansard did get back he would be able to play around with those women again anyway.
Bill got up and prepared himself a can of chili, even though he was not hungry. It was a big can and he ate it all. And there was nothing to wash it down with but water.
When he finished Bill was stuffed and this kept him satisfied for about a half hour. But then that edgy hunger returned. He couldn't eat any more food and he didn't know what the hell he could do about it. He was hungry for either drugs or sex but there were no drugs on board and sex was out of the question.
But then it occurred to Bill that perhaps there was some Cocaine up in the V-berth, where he had not yet looked.
So Bill opened the door to the V-berth and stepped in. Mrs. Binstone and Julie were on the port berth, and Cindy and Mandy were on the starboard berth. Each of them had their wrists and ankles stoutly bound with thick ropes and another piece of rope connected their ankles to their feet, running up along their backs. And, just for the safety measure, they were all gagged.
Bill searched all over for some cocaine. He looked in the closet and in the bins underneath the bunks. But there was not a trace of the precious powder. Lazan and Hansard had actually carried off every single particle of the stuff.
This made Bill very angry because he realized that they had not left him any cocaine because they felt that if he got fucked up he would come all apart. Who the hell did those bastards think they were to make such a decision about him? And, what was worse, his anger only served to make him hornier.
Bill looked all around at the four females and his eyes rested on Mrs. Binstone. He just examined her long, earth red hair, her large blue eyes, her gently sloping nose and her smooth, peachy complexion. She was wearing a loose, shift dress but Bill could still make out the fullness and the firmness of her breasts. The dress was pulled up above her knees and her legs were taut, flawless and elegant.
This woman was definitely a piece.
She stared back at Bill with eyes filled with terror. This excited him all the more and he felt his cock press uncomfortably against the front of his pants. His throbbing balls felt as if they were about to burst through the material.
It had long been a secret fantasy of Bill's to make love to an older woman for quite some time now. He didn't want to make love to a really old woman, but a woman who was between thirty-five and forty-five. And, preferably, she would be one of those well preserved and sophisticated ladies.
And here she was, right in front of him, totally helpless. Even in that simple shift dress, this woman still had that sophisticated look. In fact, the simplicity of her attire acted as a contrast to increase the sophistication communicated by her face and her demeanor.
Bill recalled exactly how things would go, according to the way he had pictured them in his fantasy. To begin with, he would look up the woman's skirt at her panties. The idea of having a sophisticated older woman exposed to him in this way, to penetrate her secret zones in such an insidious manner, was absolutely delightful to him. He just could not resist the temptation.
Bill went back out to the galley and came back in with a boat knife. Mrs. Binstone's blue eyes popped out with increased terror as soon as she saw it. Bill grasped the silvery blade, pulled it out, and the sharp piece of steel snapped into place. Mrs. Binstone began shaking uncontrollably.
"I'm not going to hurt you," Bill told her. "So just relax and everything will be alright."
Bill moved the knife behind her ankles and cut the rope which connected her ankles to her wrists. Then he cut the ropes which bound her ankles and pulled off the cords. Her ankles were covered with deep, red burn marks.
Mrs. Binstone sat up moved away from Bill, into the corner. He pointed the blade of the knife at her throat.
"Stay cool," he advised Mrs. Binstone. "Just do what I tell you to do. Otherwise, I'll just go nuts with this knife and kill all your daughters. I won't kill you, just your daughters. I mean it too."
As far as Mrs. Binstone knew, she had no reason to doubt what this apparently maniacal drug dealer had said. She tried her best to make her body become still.
Bill gently jabbed the knife against the side of her ankle.
"Spread your legs wide," he commanded.
The beautiful, middle aged woman did the young man's bidding. He got down on his knees and looked up underneath her dress. All he could see was a narrow patch of white material between her thighs.
"I want you to raise up your knees," Bill commanded. Mrs. Binstone raised up her knees and Bill was treated to the sight of the woman's private region, covered by a pair of white panties. There was a protruding mound in the crotch of her panties and several strands of reddish-brown hair stuck out from under the edge of her panties. And there were several strands of reddish-brown pubic hair scattered along the insides of Mrs. Binstone's creamy thighs for an inch or two. The sight was so overwhelmingly erotic that an incredibly hot sensation appeared at the spot between the base of Bill's penis and his balls. He swallowed hard several times and began breathing very rapidly, which served to make Mrs. Binstone even more frightened.
Almost without realizing it, he opened his pants, pulled them down, and then pulled down his underpants. His cock sprung up into the air and it was hard as a rock and straight as a lonesome pine. The head of Bill's instrument continually flared outwards like some kind of electrical device and it was glowing like a red hot ember.
Bill placed his right hand on Mrs. Binstone's ankle and slowly moved it up along the satiny skin of her sleek leg. As he did so, he pushed up the loose material of her shift dress so that more and more of her leg was exposed. When he reached the lusciously soft, but taut skin of her thighs, he danced his fingertips up to the edge of her panties. He slipped his fingertips beneath the elastic material and when he touched Mrs. Binstone's crunchy hot, slightly moist pubic hairs he moaned from the sensual satisfaction. He pushed his fingertips into the thick mat of hairs and then he brought them down towards her twat until he detected the ridge of upraised flesh which was one of her cunt lips.
Now he paused and placed his hand over Mrs. Binstone's left breasts. He gently moved this hand downwards, exploring the contours of her pillowy pile of tit flesh breast was firm, but just slightly spongy to his touch. Just marvelous. He found her slightly elongated nipple and squeezed the rubbery prong between his fingertips as hard as he could.
Bill moved the fingertips of his other hand over the inner lip of Mrs. Binstone's cunt and slowly pried his way into her dank, hair enshrouded slit. When the fingertip of his index finger had been implanted into the membranous entrance, he pushed his finger up all the way into her cunt. Her mat of pussy hairs pressed against his palm as he drew his finger in our of her vagina, moving it faster and faster. He moved his fingertip up and down along the ridge of the beautiful woman's cunt and then pulled it out.
Bill pulled Mrs. Binstone's panties all the way down past her knees, and moved her shift dress up past her belly button. Then he climbed up on the bunk and got on his knees so that he was straddling her legs. He held the base of his cock as as he moved forward he aimed it for the hairy mouth of her cunt.
But suddenly he came to a stop and began to ponder as he studied Mrs. Binstone's face. He slid the flat side of the blade of his boat knife underneath her gag, turned it around so that the sharp edge was away from her face, and cunt the gag in two. Then he pulled it away.
Bill looked at Mrs. Binstone's full, shapely, lovely lips "Open your mouth," he told her. Mrs. Binstone parted her lips. "Wider!" He shouted.
She opened her mouth as wide as possible. Bill could see her tongue and the opening to her throat.
"Slide down," Bill ordered Mrs. Binstone, "until your face is at the same level as my cock."
The woman did exactly as she had been told. Her gaping mouth was now positioned just an inch or two from the tip of Bill's bulging penis.
Bill hesitated a moment just to increase the stimulation and then he shoved his huge prick all the way into her mouth until the head of his mighty instrument was lodged right in the woman's throat. His pubic bush covered the lower part of her face and his balls were pressing against her chin. "Open your eyes wide, pig!" Bill ordered. "Look up at me with those eyes of yours or else I'll slit your fucking, pig throat from one end to another."
And to show that he meant business, Bill pointed the tip of his sharp, silvery knife against Mrs. Binstone's Adam's apple.
Mrs. Binstone looked up at Bill's wild face with her dark blue and terrified eyes. He touched her long, dark eyelashes and ran his fingertips across her dark eyebrows.
"Close your mouth, pig!" Bill demanded, "close your fucking mouth as tight as possible."
Mrs. Binstone closed her mouth and pressed her lips against the stretched skin of Bill's penis. His cock was now completely sealed up within her mouth.
Bill kept the point of his knife pressed against her Adam's apple and he grabbed her long, red hair with his other hand. Then he began to draw his long, broad penis in and out between Mrs. Binstone's tightened lips. As he did so, he carefully eyed her lovely, un-lined face. It seemed to him that there could be nothing more wonderful in this universe than fucking this gorgeous lady's face.
He just kept pounding his enormous organ into her mouth faster and faster and harder and harder. The sight of his own penis actually appearing from out of this woman's face, and then disappearing within her face, over and over again was the most exciting and erotic sight which he had ever beheld.
But what really added the final touch of supreme eroticism was her wide open, captivating, dark blue eyes. Physically, he was fucking this elegant woman's face, but psychologically, he was fucking her eyes.
As he continued to fuck her mouth his come began to gather at the base of his balls. Suddenly he felt the muscles within his groin tighten and heat up until it actually seemed as if a ball of sparkling flames had appeared beneath his balls. When his release mechanism was activated, it felt as though the balls exploded and filled his entire body with electrifyingly sensuous sparks.
Bill emitted a long, piercing whine as he pumped his awesome load into Mrs. Binstone's mouth. Again and again he ejaculated directly into her throat. His penis moved erratically within her mouth and Bill hurled his glue like serum back and forth from one part of her throat to another. His. jism splattered against her membranes and dripped down towards her stomach.
As he reached the furious climax of his orgasm, Bill lost all control and was practically not aware of what he was doing. He only knew that his entire body was now being wracked with the most astounding jolts of pure sexual ecstasy which he had ever known. He cried out like a dying cow as the last traces of his load were wrenched out from his balls and sent hurtling through his fleshy tube, only to be hurled by Bill out of his piss slit and into Mrs. Binstone's mouth.
Suddenly, Bill was aware of the fact that Mrs. Binstone's body was violently bucking upwards and twitching about as if she were having an epileptic fit. The entire V-berth seemed to be filled with bizarre sounds. A gurgling sound was coming from Mrs. Binstone's throat and all around him there was whimpering and whining coming from the other three gagged females.
He looked down at her watching her rapidly move her mouth up and down along his staff, while she continued to buck like a horse at a rodeo. She was humming with delight and she slurped down Bill's steaming gism and it was obvious that she was being carried away by the oral stimulation of Bill's penis and his come.
At first, he was absolutely amazed but then he started laughing. Mrs. Binstone became aware of his laughter and she ceased the movements of her mouth and her body. Bill was now thoroughly satiated and he pulled his saliva coated cock out of the woman's mouth and stood up.
Bill grinned at Mrs. Binstone and then he folded his boat knife and put it back into the leather holder on his belt.
"Well, I guess we better tie you up again," Bill remarked.
He reached down, grabbed a length of rope, and began to wrap it around Mrs. Binstone's ankles.
"Listen," Mrs. Binstone said, "what's your name? Bill, isn't it? I heard them call you Bill."
"Yep, that's my title."
"Listen, Bill, you don't look like a murderer to me."
"I'm not. I'm just a guy out to have a good time."
He tied off the rope around her ankle and then picked up another length of rope. He began to tie this rope to Mrs. Binstone's ankles as well.
"Well, listen, Bill," Mrs. Binstone went on, "don't you realize that your two friends are going to murder all of us as soon as they get back?"
Bill ran the piece of rope along Mrs. Binstone's back and began to tie it to her wrists. The rope was now shorter than it had been before and as a result he had to pull her wrists even closer to her ankles than before.
"Oh, I doubt that," Bill told Mrs. Binstone. "they're not murderers either."
"But, they'll have to kill us," Mrs. Binstone pointed out, "just to keep us from going to the cops."
"Lady, you've been watching too many television programs. Everything doesn't operate by the stringent rules of television, you know. Life isn't really that serious an affair. You see, the way those two guys figure it, you people have had an adventure. You'll be grateful for your adventure, so you won't go to the cops. No, they'll just let you have your boat again and when you get back to port you'll have a really great story to tell which nobody will ever really believe anyway
"Listen, I know that you're not really partners with these guys. They're probably just paying you some pittance while they make all the big bucks. Well, if you let us go right now I'll see to it that you get paid ten times whatever they're paying you."
Bill shook his head.
"Television logic," he said. "Man, I almost forgot how insane you Americans are. Lady, what in the name of God do you want to be released for? Like I said, you're having a great adventure. What's the point of being released if you really don't have any place to escape to?"
Bill picked up the piece of cloth which served as a gag and held it in front of Mrs. Binstone's mouth.
"Now open up," he told her.
"Listen to me. I can...."
Bill forced the gag between Mrs. Binstone's lips and stuffed it into her mouth. Then he tied it off.
"Christ," he remarked, "there's only one worthwhile use for your mouth, as far as I can see." He stepped out of the V-berth, closed the door, and went into the salon. He then lay down on the couch and the gentle rolling of the sea rocked him to sleep.
The Holy Rose began to rock somewhat violently and Bill opened his eyes and listened. The salt water was slapping against the hull and he heard voices from outside. He got up and immediately went topside.
As soon as he stepped into the cockpit he saw the Home Free pulling up alongside. Hansard was in the stern and he threw a line to Bill. Bill wrapped the line around a cleat and pulled it in and Hansard ran along the side deck of the Home Free, grabbed the bowline, and jumped onto the bow of the Holy Rose. Eh tied off the bowline while Hansard tied off the stern line.
Hansard came aft to the cockpit of the sailboat and Lazan turned off the twin engines, came down from the flying bridge, and joined them.
"Everything go alright?" Hansard asked Bill. "Oh, yeah. Sure."
Hansard and Lazan studied Bill's face. Then the two partners looked and each other and looked back at Bill again.
"You fooled around with them, didn't you?" Lazan asked.
"No!" Bill immediately responded. "I didn't touch them. I left them alone just like you said."
Lazan and Hansard both started laughing.
"Bill," Hansard remarked, "you would definitely never make it in the straight world. You can't lie to save your worthless carcass."
Lazan put his arm around Bill.
"Absolutely," he agreed. "You better just hang out with us outsiders. We're the only ones who have a place for you."
Bill smiled.
"How did everything go?" He asked. Lazan held up a black suitcase and stood proudly.
"Just perfectly well," he answered. "Bill, in this suitcase is enough money to buy happiness for any healthy, sexually potent, and reasonably sane man on earth. And don't let anybody tell you that this won't buy happiness. Because it will, my friend. I promise you, it will."
Hansard put his arm around Bill's other shoulder.
"And now," Hansard added, "let's go down there and rape the shit out of those women."
The three of them went down below and went forward until they reached the door to the V-berth. Lazan opened the door and they all filed in.
Lazan, Hansard, and Bill all automatically walked up to Cindy, the nineteen year old girl which they had not yet abused. The three men studied her long, peach blond hair, her blue eyes, and her slim, but well proportioned body. Then Lazan and Hansard each pulled out their boat knives and proceeded to cut the cords which bound her. In less than a minute, Cindy had been completely untied.
And then, like children playing, the three men pounced upon Cindy and began to tear her clothes off. Hansard ripped her white blouse to shreds while Lazan ripped open her pants and Bill took off her shoes. Then as Hansard cut the straps of her bra and pulled this undergarment off of her abundant tits, Lazan and Bill tugged her pants down over her hips. Then Lazan pulled down her panties to expose her extensive brown bush and her hairy twat.
Hansard rubbed Cindy's twin piles of pinkish tit flesh all over and squeezed her long, crimson red nipples rather hard while Lazan pried the hair enshrouded lips of her cunt apart and shoved his fingers into the pink insides of her pussy. Bill, for want of anything else to do, slid his hand underneath her buttocks and pushed his fingers into the crack of her ass.
And then, almost simultaneously, all three young men unbuttoned and unzipped their pants and took down their pants and their underpants. Hansard straddled Cindy's face and stuck his huge cock all the way into her mouth until his body completely hid her face. Lazan placed his hands around her midriff and slid his lengthy and extremely broad organ into her pussy until his cock was completely inserted inside of her. As Lazan energetically humped the girl, Hansard drew his penis in out and out between her luscious, young lips.
But there was no available orifice for poor Bill to penetrate. He just stood there feeling left out and dissatisfied.
And then he realized that there was no reason for this since there were three other females in the V-berth. He walked up to red -haired, blue eyed Julie, whipped out his boat knife, and snapped it open. Then he cut the rope with which she was tied.
And this sort of sport went on for several hours until each one of the four females had been well reamed out in all possible ways by the three seafaring men. And when all seven individuals at last lay exhausted and throughly satiated, they all felt a sense of harmony and mutual companionship which they recognized as something exquisite and rare.
Needless to say, the four women ceased to look upon the three young men as perpetrators, and the three young men ceased to look upon the four women as victims.
In fact, Lazan, Hansard, and Bill had to force the women to get back on board the Home Free. And as the glum Mr. Binstone pushed the throttle of the motorboat forward, they waved farewell.
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THE ABUSE OF CRAZY KATHLEEN
Rydell, Simmons, and Badden walked into the huge room and looked around. It was all dark inside except for the small stage at the front which was well lit up with spot lights. A man was sitting on the stage playing the guitar and. singing this song:
"I'm so lonely I just don't care about this life, I'd as soon as blow my brains out, as face another lonesome night....
I know your tired of this sad song, so I'll just vanish from your sight...."
The three friends looked around at each other and asked with their expressions if they should stay and listen to this hokey shit. But as their eyes adjusted to the darkness they looked around at the numerous tables and saw that there were quite a lot of beautiful girls. So they decided to stay.
They made their way over to an empty table and sat down. They pretended to listen to the singer but really they were just checking out the women. That's really what the three of them had come up to this 'coffee house' for.
The so-called coffee house was being held in a large room in the basement of Frobiter Hall. And Frobiter Hall was located on the campus of the State College at Genell in Genell, New York.
This college was not known for its academic standards, but it did have one hell of a lot of gorgeous, young ladies. Those kind of sweet-faced, dumb, naive upper New York State country girls who do tend to form the bulk of the female population at these low level state colleges.
It is a well known fact that the less intelligent females are, the more physically attractive they tend to be. As a result of this factor, there were a much more proportionate number of good looking young ladies at Genell at, say, a college like Vassar or Radcliffe. In the movies, those kinds of colleges are consistently attended by beautiful, rich girls but in reality this is simply not so. Rich, yes. But, even considering plastic surgery, in truth there is no direct correlation between wealth and physical beauty. There were loads of beautiful broads at Genell who came from lower middle-class or even somewhat impoverished families.
And not only that, but the ratio of women to men at Genell was three-to-one. The advantages of this situation to a heterosexual male student are obvious.
What is more, most of the male students at Genell were very different from the female student body. The male students tended to be very intelligent individuals who had not done very well academically in high-school simply because they did not give a shit. Rydell, Simmons, and Badden definitely fit into this category. They were all academic under-achievers.
But as they glanced around at the bevy of unattached beauties surrounding them they certainly did not find reason to regret their mutual under-achievement. Indeed, had it not been for their apathy during high school they would not have found themselves in this favorable circumstance.
And they each saw a number of other things as they looked around. Strange things such as multi-colored sparks and swirls and objects which suddenly expanded and then shrunk down again, as well as bizarre faces and voices which came out of the darkness. For these three guys had each dropped a hit of LSD about half an hour ago and they were just now beginning to trip. As time moved by, they more and more found themselves enveloped by strangeness. And of course, as is usual when people are tripping, they themselves were emitting strangeness.
Rydell nudged Badden in the shoulder.
"Hey, Richie," Rydell said, "there's a girl looking right at you."
Badden looked around.
"Where?" He asked.
"Right there," Rydell answered, pointing at a table about fifteen feet away.
There was indeed a girl sitting at a table with two other girls who was staring right at Badden. She had straight brown hair which came down past her shoulders and ended in a slightly curved nape. The shape of her breasts were clearly out-lined by her tight, green pullover shirt and they really were the firm, ripe kind which are neither too large, nor too small. And her gaze was very intently fixed upon Badden.
A grin spread across his impish face and he ran his hand through his dirty-blond hair. Badden was small and slight and had a cute face and girls were constantly being attracted by his little boy looks. Their attraction was not always of a sexual nature though it often was, and those girls who did not really desire him often wound up being exploited by Rydell or Simmons. Rydell and Simmons were both very good looking and sexy guys, but the thing was that Badden caught the ladies's attention and drew them to him. Perhaps it was because he seemed so gentle and safe when seen from afar.
Actually, he was anything but gentle and safe. He was insidious and malicious.
"Do you know that girl?" Simmons asked Badden.
"She's in my Philosophy of Life and Death class," Badden replied. "I've talked with her once or twice. She's the one I was telling you about who has this theory that this world is actually the one we go to after death."
"I'll accept that," Rydell immediately stated.
"But, then where do we go after we leave this world?" Simmons asked.
But his two friends did not even attempt to answer his question because they were both watching the girl. She got up from her table, walked over, and stood in front of the table where the three friends were seated. They could now see that she stood about five-foot, six and had a very slim, but shapely body. Her hair was a light brown in color and her eyes were soft, brown and beautiful.
The girl leaned down, placed her hands on the table, and looked around at the three of them. Her fingers were not very long but they were thin, tapered, and very sensuous. Her fingernails were long, sharp, and painted a lustrous blue.
She fixed her gaze on Badden.
"Hello, Ritchie," she greeted him.
"Hi," Ritchie replied.
He did not speak her name simply because he could not remember it.
"You don't remember my name, do you?" The girl asked.
Ritchie shrugged his shoulders and grimaced in that way of his which communicated that even though he had fucked up-in this case, by not remembering the girl's name-it didn't matter and might even somehow lead to an entertaining situation. This was the kind of guy Ritchie was, he could get away with a lot of shit. "Hey," Ritchie replied, "a name ... what does you name matter? I'm interested in you, not in. your name."
The girl smiled.
Ritchie pointed at the one empty chair.
"Sit down," he told her.
The girl sat down and looked around at the three young men once more. Then she looked at Ritchie.
"Oh, by the way," she said, "my name is Kathleen." Then she looked around again.
"How's it goin'?" Rydell responded. But Simmons just nodded his head.
"You guys all have weird eyes," Kathleen remarked, "are you tripping or something?"
The three friends looked around at each other in a conspiratorial fashion. But none of them spoke.
"You are tripping!" Kathleen excitedly commented. "Wow! That's really great. I love tripping. Tripping is one of the few ways that we can receive a glimpse of the living world. When you trip you're able to look around and see that all of these people are actually the demons and demonesses of hell. Well, most of them are, anyway. Some of them are real people passing through this world on their way to the living world. I can tell that you three guys are real people."
Rydell's eyes popped out and Simmons began to choke. The three friends looked at each other and instantly communicated the fact that the words which Kathleen had just spoken were most unwelcome.
The last thing which somebody who is tripping wants to hear about is things like 'demons and demonesses of hell'. And, what is more, this girl was emanating freak sensations which were having bizarre effects of the minds of the three tripping, young men. They all felt an urgent need to get away from this girl, despite the fact that she happened to be very beautiful.
It was Badden who somehow was chosen or chose himself-to deal with Kathleen in this matter.
"Uh, look, Kathleen," he said. "We're just gonna' go for a little walk, I think."
"Yeah," she replied, "I know what you mean. When I'm tripping I usually have to walk around a lot too. Hold on a second, I'll just get my coat. It's cold as hell out there."
"No, urn, Kathleen," Rydell now enjoined, "we're just going to go cruising around by ourselves, if you know what I mean."
The three friends all got up from the table and started to head out.
"Ah," Kathleen expressed, with obvious disappointment, "can't I come too? I don't want to hang around here anymore. This singer really sucks."
But the three tripping, young men were already making their way towards the door. In about a minute they were outside, surrounded by the cold, snowy nigh time. The ground was already covered by about a foot and a half of snow and the sky was covered by a grey dome of clouds from horizon to horizon.
"Man," Rydell remarked, "that broad was extremely weird. Where did the hell she come from?"
"Did you ever notice," Simmons asked, "that all the really beautiful girls at this college are either very stupid, very stuck-up, or very insane?"
"What else is there?" Badden replied in a cynical tone.
Then all three of them started laughing in that irrational fashion in which tripping people will tend to laugh. "Hey, let's head out to echo field," Simmons suggested. "You know, when it snows it increases the echo effect."
Rydell and Badden agreed and the three of them made their way across the campus to the southwest corner of a huge field. This area was unofficially called 'Echo Field' by individuals who had discovered that a voice emitted within this area will travel across the field, strike the ridges on the other side of the highway, and loudly reverberate in many directions.
As soon as they reached Echo Field the three trippers started yelling out all different kinds of things. The snow was falling very heavily now, the three of them were tripping their brains out, and the air was hushed except for the sounds of their echos.
And then a female voice came hurtling into the ridge and back out through the air until it dissipate in the distance.
The voice said, "the ways of hell are strange. More strange than you ever know-until the end."
The three trippers looked at each other and their faces were full of fear and wonder.
But then a female figure came moving towards them through the darkness. The figure was an unclear image at first but it gradually became more and more distinct until at last the figure came into focus.
It was Kathleen. She was now wearing her heavy coat.
"Good evening," she said, "it's nice to see you fellows again."
She came right up to where the three, young men were standing.
"How did you find us?" Rydell asked.
"Oh, that was easy. Nights like this one were designed for finding people."
Simmons inquired, "what, by the way, are you talking about."
Kathleen pointed behind her.
"Tracks in the snow," she replied. "And only people who are tripping could leave erratic footprints like those there."
"Who gave you permission to follow us?" Badden wanted to know.
"I didn't follow you," Kathleen pointed out, "I followed your footsteps."
She stepped right up to Rydell.
"Man," Kathleen remarked, as she peered intently into Rydell's eyes, "I can't even figure out what color your eyes are. Your pupils are so fucking big. It looks like you have no iris."
"Rydell doesn't use his eyes to see with anyway," Simmons told her. Kathleen nodded her head.
"Really," she replied, "you can't depend on your eyes in this world. You can't depend on your own mind in this world. And you can't depend on your own body."
She slowly glanced around from at each of their faces and peered intently into their eyes. All three of the trippers were somewhat mesmerized by her and did not speak a word. "By the way," Kathleen said, "got any more acid?"
"If we give you some acid, will you go away?" Simmons asked.
Kathleen smiled and shook her head.
"I know that you don't want me to go away," she replied. "And I'll only do what you really want me to do."
"I don't know if I can take this," Rydell stated. "Kathleen, you are trying to freak us out, aren't you?"
"I'm only trying to help you guys," Kathleen insisted.
"Look," Badden enjoined, "the only way we're going to be able to deal with this girl is if she's tripping too. So, let's give her some acid and let her come up to our level."
"Now you're talking!" Kathleen proclaimed. "Give me the goods right now."
Badden pulled a piece of crumpled up aluminum foil out of his pocket and unwrapped it. He took out a tiny square of orange paper and handed it to Kathleen who immediately popped it into her mouth and swallowed it. "Okay," Kathleen said, "now let's go for a drive. We can go up to Rivendell and grab some breakfast and then on the way back we can stop at the old canal aqueduct. What do you guys say?"
"I say," Rydell replied, "that we're in no condition to drive."
"Yeah, but I am," Kathleen pointed out. "I just dropped that hit and I won't be really tripping for about another hour. Besides, I can drive while I'm tripping. Now where's the car?"
"Who says we have a car?" Simmons asked. Kathleen pointed at Rydell. "He has a car," she said. "I've seen him driving it. I know more about you guys than you know. I keep my eyes open. And this happens to be a small college, you know. It doesn't take a hell of a lot to see everything that goes on."
"How come I don't remember ever seeing you?" Rydell asked suspiciously.
"Because I'm sneaky," Kathleen answered, "and I only let myself be seen when I want to be seen. Now, shall we .go?"
The four of them headed across the field and over the the parking lot behind the student union where Rydell kept his car. Kathleen held out her hand and Rydell handed her the keys. Then they all piled in, Kathleen started up the car, and conducted the vehicle out of the parking lot and along a lengthy driveway until she reached the highway. Then she turned left and headed for Rivendell.
All three of the young men were silent as they drove along. They were all now peaking on the acid and they were not able to speak. They just watched the highway turn into a series of visions and living pictures. It was very powerful acid and their brains were swept away. But by the time they had reached the restaurant in Rivendell-which was about twenty miles away from the college--they were starting to come down. They were even able to eat a hearty early morning breakfast.
But Kathleen was just starting to trip and she didn't feel like eating anything. When they all got back into the car Rydell decided to do the driving and Kathleen sat in the back with Badden. As the car moved along the still dark highway Kathleen just looked out of the window at the falling snow. She was obviously becoming lost in drug induced hallucinations and sensations. Her pupils continued to grown larger and larger until they all but blotted out the soft brownness of her eyes.
And then suddenly there was a hollow, clanking sound coming from somewhere in the car. And the vehicle occasionally hesitated as if the engine were losing power.
"What's going on?" Simmons asked.
Rydell looked at the fuel indicator.
"It's not inconceivable," he announced, "that we are running out of gas.' "Rydell, you're an asshole," Badden remarked.
The engine shut off and just before the car came to a complete stop Rydell steered it onto the shoulder of the highway. When the car finally came to a standstill there was not a sound to be heard except for the falling of the snow. It was all more tiian a bit eerie.
Kathleen was still looking all around.
"What's going on?" She asked. "There seems to have been some kind of cessation of movement."
"Have you got any idea how fucking cold it's going to get?" Badden pointed out. "We're going to be freezing our asses off. We could die out there. I'm serious." Indeed, the air was so chilly that the warmth was already seeping out of the interior of the car. And they were now midway between Genell and Rivendell-there were no houses around in sight.
Rydell turned around and looked over the back seat at Kathleen.
"Well, there might be one way for us to stay warm," he stated. And then his face broke into a grin.
Simmons and Badden looked at Kathleen. But she had no idea of what Rydell had said or what was going on. She was lost in the Acid universe. Now she was barely attached to the world. "What should we do with this girl?" Simmons asked.
"You heard what she said before," Rydell reminded him. "She said that she would do anything we wanted her to do. Well, what more could you ask for you? I mean, under the circumstances."
"She didn't actually say that," Badden corrected him. "What she said was that she would only do what we wanted her to. There's a difference."
"Ritchie," Simmons said, "this is no time for you to become practical and precise."
"Hey," Ritchie replied, "I don't give a shit.
I don't need an excuse for my immorality like you, decadent, bourgeoise pigs really do. I say let's rape the shit out of her and be done with it. We've got her here, there's nothing she can do about it, and that's all there is to it."
Rydell and Simmons looked at each other, smiled, and then looked at Badden. Then all three of them looked at beautiful, crazy, tripping Kathleen.
"Kathleen...." Badden softly addressed her.
Kathleen looked around as if she were trying to figure out where the voice had come from.
Badden unbuttoned her winter coat and then cupped his hands over her protruding abundant breasts. He squeezed her breasts and he pinched her nipples which stuck out quite a bit through the stretched material of her green pullover.
"Hey man," Kathleen said in a lethargic tone, "what's going on?"
"I feeling up your tits," Ritchie plainly informed her. "We're all going to fuck you and you're going suck us all off. Do you understand?"
Kathleen giggled. "Hey, I don't know about that," she replied.
But Badden paid no attention to this meek protestation. He moved his hand down along her stomach and inserted his fingertips beneath the top of her blue jeans. He pushed his fingertips all the way past the bottom of her green pullover until he reached the band of Kathleen's panties. Then he moved his fingertips down along the smooth flesh of her belly until he detected the first crunchy strands of her pubic bush. Then he weaved his fingertips down through her bush until he found the inner lips and the mouth of her cunt. Badden inserted his finger into Kathleen's pussy slit and pressed his palm down against her bush.
"How's it feel?" Rydell inquired.
"Nice and tight," Badden answered.
He pulled his finger out and held it up to Rydell's nose. "Wanna' smell?" He asked.
Rydell pushed his hand away.
"Get the fuck out of here, now, Ritchie!" He remonstrated. "I'll stick my own fingers into her twat, if you don't mind."
Rydell wrapped his arms around himself and trembled.
"Man," he he said, "it is really getting fucking cold in here."
"I can't believe it's getting so cold so fast," Simmons added. "Well, let's start getting warm," Rydell suggested.
"What should we do with Kathleen?" Simmons asked. "Take turns or what?"
Ritchie shrugged his shoulders.
"Well, I'm just gonna' fuck her right now," he informed his comrades. You guys can have her when I'm through."
"By what cosmic decree?" Rydell wanted to know.
"No decree," Badden replied. "By the simple fact that I happen to be in the back seat with her and you guys can't stop me. Now, shut up because the longer it takes me, the longer it's going to be before you guys get into her."
Without further debate, Ritchie pulled Kathleen's green pullover out from her jeans and lifted it up to her neck until her brassiere was exposed. A good portion of her breasts were spilling out from her cups and the bare tit flesh was smooth and slightly pinkish.
"Lift up your arms," Ritchie told her. "My arms?" Kathleen responded. "What about them?"
"Point them toward the stars," Ritchie replied. "Lift them high above your head."
"Okay. If you think that's best."
Kathleen raised her arms and Ritchie pulled the green pullover all the way up over her head and her arms and tossed it onto the floor. Kathleen's generous, but firm and compact boobs jumped several times.
Ritchie opened his button and his zipper on his pants and pulled his pants and his underpants down past his knees. His meaty cock was already standing up straight and stiff as a board. His lower belly, his balls and his inner thighs were covered with long, close cropped strands of brown pubic hair.
He took Kathleen's hand and placed it onto his genitals. Instantly, and almost automatically, she began to fondle his penis and to move her tiny, sleek, lovely fingers back and forth through his pubic bush. He took her other hand and placed it on his hairy balls and instinctively she began to squeeze Ritchie's testicles. His cock became even harder before and his instrument began to twitch spasmodically, "suck on my cock before it starts getting cold," Badden urged Kathleen. "It's already like a refrigerator in here."
He placed his right hand against the back of her head and pulled her smooth, lively and lovely face down to his penis. Her long, straight, light brown hair hung down over his crotch and her strands meshed with the moist strands of his pubic bush.
Kathleen parted her lips and took the head of Ritchie's cock into her mouth. His penis was astoundingly broad and the thin, but shapely and luscious lips of her mouth were stretched wide apart.
Ritchie shoved his cock deeper and deeper into Kathleen's little mouth but it simply was not possible for him to get all of it in even though the head of his instrument was already pushed right into her throat. Still, a Tit like this one was erotic as anything a man could ask for.
Ritchie placed his palms against the flushed sides of Kathleen's face and proceeded to pump his mammoth penis in an out of her mouth. He pushed her head back and forth and watched his fully erect rod slide continuously along her stretched lips. Her sweet brown eyes remained open though the dark pupils had eliminated all but the outer edge of her brown irises.
Kathleen succumbed to Ritchie's guiding motions and soon she took over and was energetically and expertly sucking upon his cock all by herself. Ritchie took his hands away from her face and moved his fingers down along her piles of silky tit flesh. He inserted his fingertips beneath the spongy material of her cups and kept pushing his fingers down along her succulent tits until he felt the hard, round nuggets which were her nipples. Ritchie passed his fingers over Kathleen's nipples and cupped his palms over the bottoms of Kathleen's tits. As she sucked and sucked upon his penis he pushed up on her cushion like tits and squeezed her rubbery nipples.
All this time, Ritchie had been humming with delight but now he began to gasp feverishly and to growl as if he were turning from a man into a beast. He opened his mouth and grunted and began to thrust his hips up and down as if he were possessed by a demon. His penis moved in and out of Kathleen's tight, little mouth like a well oiled piston moving in and out of a cylinder.
When Ritchie came he whined and shrieked and pounded his penis into Kathleen's face with wild abandon. She placed her small, sensuous fingers onto his mat of pubic hairs, on both sides of the base of his penis, and just kept on sucking. Ritchie grasped her long, light brown hair and rapture spread across his uplifted face as he ejaculated his immense load directly into Kathleen's flawless, swan like neck. The head of his inflated organ flailed from side to side within her throat as his spurts of broiling gism were hurled against the walls of her throat.
Kathleen swallowed as fast and as hard as she could and she made sexually provocative slurping sounds as she did so. Ritchie's semen gushed out from between her lips and the milky white slime drained down along her little chin and dripped onto her firm, ripe tits. Ritchie just kept on drawing his engorged penis in and out of his mouth until he had released every single drop of his gooey load into her beautiful, young face. At last, Ritchie attained complete satiation and he removed his penis from Kathleen's mouth and pushed her away from him. She fell against the car door and just lay there staring up at the roof. Obviously, she was still under the powerful effects of the LSD which she had eaten. "I'm next," Rydell proclaimed.
And he immediately jumped over the seat and into the back. He slid up next to crazy Kathleen.
PART TWO
Without wasting any time, Rydell pressed his fingertips against the exposed skin of Kathleen's left breast and then moved his fingertips beneath the edge of her bra cup. He inched his hand downwards until he felt Kathleen's nipples and then he continued to fondle her breast for several seconds.
Then Rydell reached his hands around Kathleen's back and passed his fingers back and forth across her bra strap and along the silky smooth skin of her back. He unsnapped her bra and then pulled her straps off of her shoulders. Kathleen's bra slid down along her tits until the top edge of her cups were below her cheery red nipples. Rydell pulled her bra all the way down to her midriff and then began to squeeze and fondle her tits and squeeze her nipples.
"Hurry up and get to it," Simmons adamantly suggested. "My balls will freeze off before I get a chance to use them at this rate."
And the fact was that it was already as cold inside the car as out-and that was extremely cold. The temperature must have been several degrees below zero on the Fahrenheit scale.
"Okay, okay," Rydell replied. "Just hold on. I'm not an animal, you know. I like to get into things."
Rydell moved his rough hands down along Kathleen's slim body and slid his fingertips underneath the top of her jeans. He pushed his hands down until he came into contact the strands of her pubic bush and then he unbuttoned her jeans with his other hand and pulled down her zipper. He fondled her crotch for a few moments and then he grabbed the bottoms of the legs of her pants and began to tug them down over her hips. "Raise up your ass," he told her.
But Kathleen did not respond.
Rydell sighed and then he slid his hand underneath her ass and pushed her pelvis upwards. As soon as he did, Kathleen reacted and raised her ass high into the air. Rydell pulled her pants all the way along he legs and over her sneakers and let them drop onto the floor. Then he inserted his fingertips beneath the elastic band of her yellow panties and slid the garment down to her ankles. He paused to study the triangle of close set, slightly curly brown hairs which covered her lower belly and her vulva. Kathleen's pubic hairs were somewhat darker than the hair on her head. Rydell thought to himself that Kathleen's bush was one of the prettiest he had ever seen. And it was such an erotic sight the way her bush hovered there above her slim, sleek legs and beneath her flat, sculptured belly.
All at once, Rydell pulled down his pants and his underpants and shuffled forward on his knees towards Kathleen's twat. His penis was hard, long, straight, and thick and he grasped his rod, pushed it down, and aimed the tip for the extra hairy patch right between Kathleen's taut, creamy thighs..
The head of his cock dug into Kathleen's hairy mat and he pried her thighs apart with his free hand until the glistening, pink insides of her snatch were exposed. He lay down on top of Kathleen and her breasts pressed against his shirt. Her nipples had never grown larger and they stabbed into his chest in a most stimulating manner.
Rydell placed one hand on top of Kathleen's head and another on her shoulder and then he thrust his hips forward. His penis crushed its way into the mouth of her cunt and forcibly shunted her pussy lips off to the side. Rydell was obliged to heave with a good deal of strength in order to ram his monstrous organ into her unyielding snatch. Only after much sweating and grinding and grinding did he succeed in burying his shaft within her cunt right up to the hilt.
But when he did at last get his prick into her it felt warm and wonderful. The cold air which was blowing all about his asshole and his balls served to urge him on. He had to start humping just to keep from freezing.
And so, Rydell drew his cock out of Kathleen's pussy until only the head of his tool remained inside of her. He raised himself up, surveying her exquisite, compact body, and brushed his fingertips up and down and back and forth through her fully formed and amply hairy twat. Then he lowered his body again until the hairs of his own pubic bush merged with those of Kathleen's bush. He drove his cock all the way up into he vagina once more and his testicles slapped against the cheeks of Kathleen's ass.
Just then, Kathleen looked at Rydell in a way which suggested that she had attained consciousness of the situation.
And then, in the manner of people who are tripping, she came to a sudden realization which she loudly commented, "You're fucking me! You cock is inside of my cunt."
"That's correct," Rydell gasped, as he slid his long, broad instrument out from between her inflamed pussy lips and readied himself to drive deep into her cunt once again.
Kathleen softly moaned and then she began to hum with delight.
"That's okay," she cooed. "That's perfectly alright. Man, you feel so good inside of me. My entire pussy is electrified. Everything is sparkling man. Oooh ... I'm getting all nice and juice. Oh, yeah. I'm flowing now. Oh, start humping, baby. Rydell thrust his hips forward and he raised up his body. He looked down past Kathleen triangular patch of brown pubic hair and watched his meaty pipe slide between her thighs and disappear within her cunt. Her pussy was now all liquidy now and his passage was well lubricated. He quickly and easily slid deep, deep inside of her. Kathleen continually gasped and groaned and rotated the ridge of her cunt all around Rydell's penis. She tightened her vaginal muscles so that her snatch clamped onto his organ as tightly as possible. As her membraneous, burning quim undulated, erotic watery warmth traveled up and down the length of his cock. Rydell was no longer even aware of the freezing cold air which surrounded him.
He kept his body raised up and observed his slime coated organ as it moved in and out of Kathleen's pussy. The sight of his penis disappearing between the luscious thighs of this beautiful young woman was absolutely thrilling for him and the visual stimulation was also very erotically stimulating. Rydell humped faster and faster and faster and harder and harder. He threw his belly down against Kathleen's belly and smashed his cock into her cunt until her swollen cunt lips dug into the flesh of his lower belly.
Kathleen whimpered with ecstatic passion and her little body heaved up into the air, actually lifting Rydell's much larger and heavier body right up into the air. She wrapped her arms around Rydell and dug her fingernails into her back. He gripped tightly onto her slightly bony shoulders.
The muscles beneath Rydell's balls were suddenly-concentrated into one single, hot point. He felt the ecstatic outpouring flood into his penis and he gritted his teeth and screamed loudly. As he ejaculated his seemingly endless supply of gism into Kathleen's pussy he just abandoned his body to the awesome release. He was propelled back and forth and his cock became like a live wire whipping about within Kathleen's vagina. The electricity which coursed through that wire was Rydell's come. Over and over again Rydell blasted the insides of Kathleen's twat with huge globules of sticky semen. Kathleen whinnied like a broken horse and she shuddered as her hot pussy juice drained down along Rydell's cock and dripped out from between her inner labia. Her vaginal syrup mixed with Rydell's come and the gooey serum trickled down along her thighs and on to the vinyl seat cover.
The last bit of Rydell's load produced the most intensely ecstatic sensations as it was wrung from out of the base of his balls and hurled out from his piss slit and into Kathleen's pussy. Rydell whined as the last ecstatic spasm spiralled through him and then he heaved out a long breath and collapsed onto Kathleen's body. For several seconds he did nothing but experience the wondrous sensation of utter satiation. He felt better than he could ever remember feeling.
But as the beads of sweat which covered his body began to evaporate the full effect of the cold air suddenly hit him.
Rydell screamed from shock and pulled his cock right out from Kathleen's oozing snatch. Then he immediately began to dress himself.
"Let me at her," Simmons said.
Simmons climbed into the back seat and Rydell climbed into the front and joined Badden who was already there.
All this time Simmons had been watching Badden and Rydell and he was as hot as a demon. He right away removed his pants and his underpants and reached for Kathleen's tits. Her pressed his palms against her tits tor several seconds and then he slid his palms down along her body and through her brown pubic bush until he reached her cunt lips. He spread her labia apart and slipped two fingers into the dripping mouth of her cunt. As he moved his fingers in and out there was a highly audible squishy sound.
But Kathleen just lay there. There was a voracious grin plastered across her face. She was completely exhausted both by combined effects of her orgasm and the Acid which was still pulsing through her brain. "Ah, you're not doing anything," Simmons remarked to her in vain.
But, he was desperate to get his cock into her. He pondered for a while. Then Simmons took hold of Kathleen's hips and flipped her over on her stomach. She did not resist as he raised up the lower part of her body and maintained a firm grasp of her hips. He kicked her ankles apart with his foot so that the oozing, pink insides of her cunt were exposed, clumps of long, brown pubic hairs which covered her vulva stuck out in a very sensuously inviting manner. The strands hung over her pussy slit like branches over a country road.
Simmons moved forward and eased the crimson red, throbbing head of his cock between Kathleen's burning, red inner, cunt lips. Then he lunged forward and entered the young lady doggy style. He rammed his penis into her and he had no trouble sliding his huge organ within her well lubricated vaginal cavity. He immediately began to energetically and savagely hump the living daylights out of her.
Simmons reached around Kathleen's back and took hold of her hanging breasts. He grasped her nipples between his fingers and stroked the elongated buttons as he drew his long, thick penis in and out of her wet cunt. He moved his fingers along the front of her body to her entangled mat of pubic hairs and plucked at the sweaty, come splattered strands. He brought his left hand around to her ass and moved the side of his hand down along the crack of her ass until he reached the base of her crack which was packed with tufts of brown hair. He plucked at these strands while he continued to pluck at the strands on her belly while he continued to pound his immense and powerful cock in and out of Kathleen's liquidy twat.
Suddenly, Simmon's body froze with his cock planted all the way inside of her and his balls pressing against the cheeks of her ass. He raised his head and emitted a long, piercing shriek as he felt himself coming in a fierce and intense way which he had rarely experienced in his life. He emitted his boiling gism into Kathleen's vaginal cavity in a series of explosive bursts. And with each burst came a swirl of ecstasy which traveled outwards from his groin into every part of his body. It took Simmon's several seconds to be able to adjust to such a shocking overload of ecstasy.
When he did finally adjust he commenced to savage hump Kathleen's twat once more. As the lips of her cunt were pressed against the super sensitive point between his penis and his balls this served to heighten Simmons's erotic titillation tremendously. He snorted like a stuck pig and continued to hump away at her snatch and to hurl his hot meteors of semen into her cunt. It was delightfully painful, ecstatically painful, to have his load drained out of him in such an awesome fashion.
Simmons let the frenzied joy pour through him until at last he had deposited every gooey particle of his load into Kathleen's vagina. He withdrew his still hardened organ from the fleshy, hairy box between her thighs and collapsed onto the sea. Kathleen moved forward until her head hit the car door and then she collapsed onto her side.
The two of them did not feel the terrible cold at this point but Rydell and Badden certainly did.
"Hey man," Badden said to Rydell, as he bundled up his coat, "this is too much. We'll die in this cold, I'm not kidding. We've got to do something."
"Well, what do you want me to do?" Rydell asked, "the nearest gas station is in Genell and .it doesn't open until well past daylight anyway."
A car went zooming past and the backlash of wind went an extra jolt of coldness hurtling through the entire of the car. The two young men shuddered and Simmons now sat up in the back seat.
"Holy fuck," Simmons imparted, through chattering teeth. He started to pull up his underpants. "This is horrible. This is icy hell. Man, we can't stay like this."
"You think we should try and hitchhike into town?" Badden asked.
"I don't know," Rydell replied. "I really don't think anybody will give us a ride out here in the middle of nowhere in the middle of night. And if we start walking I really think it's possible we'll freeze to death along the way. I swear it must be twenty-five below out there."
"No, no," Simmons said, "you stay warmer when you walk. Your body produces more heat that way." Rydell turned around and looked at Simmons.
"Then, you walk into town, motherfucker!" Simmons shrugged his shoulders.
"Except that I don't feel like it," he replied.
They were all three silent for quite a long while. And during that time of silence mere was nothing for them to do but sit there and experience the misery induced by the intense cold.
"Shit!" Badden shouted.
"I've got an idea," Rydell announced. "I've got some blankets in the truck. I'll go get them out and then we can all bundle up with Kathleen in the back. Our collective body heat will keep us warm."
"Do it!" Simmons immediately responded.
"Okay," Rydell said, "here goes."
He pulled the keys out from the ignition, opened the car door, and leaped out. As he ran around to the trunk, Badden closed the door. Rydell opened the trunk, quickly retrieved the blankets, and came back to the front door. Badden opened the door and Rydell jumped in and it.
They all got into the back with Kathleen and they propped her up. Badden sat on her right, Rydell sat on her left, and Simmons sat next to him.
"Hey," Simmons remarked, "how come I don't get to sit next to the broad?"
"Shut up," Badden told him, "and just go to sleep."
Simmons became quiet. They all became quiet. They were all now extremely tired and as the heat from their bodies collected they all gradually passed into sleep. That's how the New York State Police officer found them, about fifteen minutes past daylight. He scraped off the thick frost which had formed on the window and then banged on the pane.
Simmons opened his eyes and then Rydell did as well. They saw the cop and Rydell leaned over and rolled down the window.
The cop was pretty friendly.
"What did ya' do?" He asked. "Run out of gas."
"Yeah," Rydell answered. "We've been here all night. We practically froze to death."
"I'll believe it," the cop replied, "you better come into my car. I'll drive you into town."
The cop went back into his car. Rydell woke up Badden and Kathleen. Kathleen didn't speak but Badden asked what was going on and Rydell told him.
"Kathleen isn't dressed," Badden pointed out.
"Well, then let her get dressed," Rydell suggested.
But Kathleen didn't move. Badden nudged her once and then he nudged her much harder.
"Hey, Kathleen,', he said, "get your clothes on."
"What for?" She wanted to know.
"Because there's cop out there," Rydell told her, "and I don't think it's good idea for him to see you naked."
"Hey, I don't give a shit," she replied. "Let the cop see me naked. Why should I care."
She reached for the handle of the door but Badden pushed her back against the seat.
"Get your fucking clothes on right now!" He hissed at her. "Do you understand me?"
Kathleen did not respond but she immediately started searching around on the car floor for her bra. When she found it she slipped it on and then she did the same with the rest of her clothes. When she was dressed the four of them exited from the car and dashed over to the cop car.
The cop drove the four of them into town and when he asked where to take them Badden suggested that he first drop Kathleen off at where she lived. But she wouldn't even say where it was that she lived.
"I want to go with them," she told the cop. "Just take me where they're going. They're my family now."
The three friends looked around at each other. None of them wanted this crazy broad to hang around with them anymore. And they certainly didn't want to be her family.
They all foresaw that this statement of Kathleen's was a bad sign. They could sense that they were about to have trouble with this girl. Somehow, all three of them knew that sometime during or after last night she had snapped her wires. It wasn't really what she said or how she acted. They just sensed it, that was all.
So at about seven o'clock on a bitterly cold morning, a police car pulled up alongside the house by Big Tree River Road where Badden, Rydell, and Simmons lived and dropped off them and Kathleen. The three young men thanked the cop and then he pulled out.
The four of them went into the big, old, grey wooden house.
PART THREE
As soon as Badden, Rydell, and Simmons entered the house they slammed the outer door and entered through the inner door into the kitchen. Simmons closed the inner door tightly and then they just stood there for a while appreciating the warmth of the house. The kitchen was the warmest part of the big house. "It's so good to be home," Kathleen declared.
They all looked at her. Badden said, "we are not home."
"What do you mean?" Kathleen replied. "Then where are we? Don't you live here."
"Yeah," Badden told her, "we live here. But you don't live here. So, this isn't home for you. So why don't you just leave here?"
"It's freezing outside!" Kathleen protested. "Besides, I want to stay here."
"Well," Simmons said, "let's be as blunt as possible. We don't want you here. In fact, we want you to leave right now." He gestured at the door. "There is the exit-use it."
Kathleen smiled, put her hands behind her back, and swayed from side to side.
"I don't believe you mean that," she replied adamantly.
"Ah, but we do," Rydell assured her. "You see, we don't want any crazy broads staying here. We've been through it before and we've found out it isn't worth it. It doesn't even matter how beautiful they are or how good the head they give is. It just isn't worth it to put up with crazies. So, out you go."
Kathleen just stood there glancing around at the three young men. "Throw me out," she challenged them.
Simmons walked up to her, grabbed her arm, twisted her around, and started pushing her towards the door.
"You'll be sorry for this!" She screamed. "I could do a lot for you. I have money. My parents are rich. I could make life very good for you!"
"Wait a minute," Rydell called out. "She may have a valid point there."
Simmons released her arm and she walked over to where Badden and Rydell were standing.
Badden said to her, "you know it's going to cost money to fill that car up with gas. And don't forget that it was all your fault that we were out there in the first place. It was you who suggested that we drive up to Rivendell. So you should pay for all the gas."
"Alright," Kathleen readily agreed.
She reached into the pocket of her coat and pulled out her purse. She opened up her purse and pulled up a sheaf of bills.
"How much?" She asked.
Rydell started figuring. "Well, let me see ... fifteen dollars for the trip to Rivendell and fifteen dollars back is thirty dollars. Plus ten dollars more because it'll take extra gas to start the car again. That makes forty dollars."
"Okay," Kathleen replied.
She started counting out the bills but soon, for some reason, she got all confused.
"Oh here," she said, she handed a twenty dollar bill to Rydell, "take this for starters.
She started counting out the bills again.
Badden walked up to her.
"Look," he said, "why don't you just give us everything you've got there."
He reached for her purse and removed all of the bills she had-it came to about one hundred dollars. Kathleen did not resist or protest.
"There," she expressed, "now I guess that means that I can stay here."
"Not at all," Simmons responded, as he stepped up next to her. "It doesn't mean anything of the sort at all. All you've done is pay what you rightfully owe us. He jerked his thumb towards the door. "Now, out you go."
"No," Kathleen replied. "I have as much right to stay here as anyone else."
"Where did you get that idea?" Ritchie asked. "That doesn't make any sense. You don't have any right to be here at all."
"But I told you!" Kathleen insisted. "I can make life better for you. I can get you all the money you need or want."
"You think money is the thing which makes life worthwhile?" Simmons asked her. "You must come from a really sick background to think that."
"No, I don't think that at all!" Kathleen adamantly responded. "Money doesn't mean anything to me. And I've already proven that by giving you all the money I had with me. And I'll give you lots more in the future. And I'll do anything else for you that you want. I'll suck you and fuck you anytime you say and anyway you say. Do anything you want to me, I don't care. I've already proven that haven't I? I remember everything that happened to me last night, you know. Even if I was tripping."
"You're nothing but a fucking, stinking whore!" Rydell screamed in her face. "I don't want anybody as filthy as you in my house. You're a pig! A disgusting, slutty, pig!"
But Kathleen was nonplussed.
"I'm only what you want me to be," she pointed out. "Well, I want you to be the fuck out of here," Rydell told her.
Badden, meanwhile, had been very busily staring at her hand. He was intrigued by a gold ring which she was wearing. There was a clear crystal jewel set upon it which was surrounded by tiny green and red jewels. Badden addressed Kathleen, "you'd give us anything and everything you've got?" He asked her.
Kathleen nodded her head. "Absolutely," she replied.
"Well, give me that ring," Badden said to her.
Without hesitation, Kathleen slipped the ring off of her finger and handed it to Badden. He placed it into his shirt pocket.
"See?" She rhetorically asked, as she glanced around at the faces of the three
"I see that you're insane," Rydell told her. "Anybody who would just give things away the way you do must have completely lost her grasp of reality. And we don't want anybody like that staying here. All you've done is prove that you're not welcome. Now get the fuck out before I break your fucking neck!"
"Really," Simmons agreed, "now listen here. You are really doing strange things to my brain. Just watching your mind break up into fragments right before my eyes is to much for me to handle. I want you the fuck out of here right away." Kathleen glanced a Badden for support.
But he just shook his head and said to her, "you better just do what they say. They really might get violent and break your neck. I've seen them get violent like that before."
Kathleen folded her arms and stood her ground. A confident and defiant expression spread across her face.
"Alright," she announced, "just let them break my neck. If I can't stay here then i don't want to live anyway. I really mean that. I've always thought that the only real solution for somebody like me in this world is to be killed. So go ahead. I want you to. I really do."
Badden, Simmons, and Rydell just stood there staring at Kathleen in disbelief. Never had they met a girl as bizarre as this one. She appeared to be thoroughly cracked.
And all of them wondered the same thing. Had the acid she had eaten last night done this to her, or had she always been this way? Or perhaps the acid had acted as a catalyst to cause this condition. They didn't really know. The only thing they did know for certain was that they wanted her out of the house and out of their lives.
"Look," Kathleen spoke to all three of them, "let me prove to you right now that it'll be good for you to let me stay in this house."
"How?" Badden asked.
"I'll suck off you three of you," Kathleen answered. "You take out your cocks and I'll get down on my knees and blow you right now. Come on, it'll be really nice."
"All I want to do," Rydell told her, "is go to sleep. You can blow somebody else's cock."
"That's the way I feel," Simmons concurred. "Hell, I can barely keep my eyes open."
"Please give me a chance! Kathleen pleaded. "I just want to show you what it'll be like if you let me stay here. I just want you to see that I mean what I say. Badden grinned from ear to ear and looked at his two comrades.
"Oh, what the hell," he said, "let's let her blow us. It's no big sacrifice. It's the least we owe her."
Rydell shook his head, looked at Badden, and smiled.
"Sure," he remarked, "why the hell not?"
Simmons shrugged his shoulders.
"I'm into it if you guys are," he stated.
Kathleen sighed deeply and then smiled. "You won't regret this," she told them. "Because you're really going to enjoy this. Now why don't you all sort of group together. You know, like a group photo."
The three friends smiled at each other and then they all shuffled over to the same basic location until they were standing together, facing Kathleen.
"Well, fellas', whip it out," she urged them. "Come on."
Rydell, Simmons, and Badden each took down their pants and underpants. As they were all now all tired, none of their cocks were fully erect, but only in various stages of approaching erections.
Kathleen walked right up to them and stared at their semi-hard organs. She glanced about from one penis to another.
"I see I have my work cut out for me," she told them. "Well, that's alright. It'll give me a chance to show you what I can do."
Kathleen cupped her hand around the underside of Badden's testicles and grasped the base of Rydell's penis with her other hand. She lowered her head towards Badden' cock, parted her lips, and took the head of his instrument into her mouth. She slid her lips up and down along his rod several times while she kneaded the stretched skin of Rydell's cock with her fingertips.
Rydell's penis grew stiff and straight in reaction to Kathleen's deft massage and when she removed her lips from Badden's prick his organ had also become fully erect. Badden's penis was coated with Kathleen's saliva and saliva dripped from her mouth.
She turned her face to Rydell's hairy pubic region and she took his cock into her mouth and slid her mouth all the way down to the base of his penis until her nose was pressing against his belly and her chin was pressing into his balls. Rydell took her straight, light brown hair and pressed and scraped it along his thighs. As Kathleen drew her mouth upwards along the length of Rydell's penis he draped her hair over his extended staff. As she sucked upon his pulsating organ her own hair was also sucked into her mouth.
The sight of all this sucking greatly aroused Simmons and his cock was enlarged until it became a steely, blood engorged instrument.
He stepped forward and pressed the tip of his hardened member against the smooth, clear, blushed cheek of Kathleen's lovely face. She groped with her hand until she found his leg and then she moved he small, but highly sensuous hand up along the hairy insides of his thighs until she reached his heaving balls. She squeezed Simmons's balls several times and then moved her hand up again and took a firm hold of the base of his penis. She stroked with her thin, sleek, sexy fingers up and down along the length of his cock and Simmons smiled and moaned with pleasure.
Meanwhile, she just kept drawing her tightened lips up and down along RydelPs tubular hunk of powerful meat. Saliva was continually dripping out of her lips and as she sucked her mouth produced sloppy, slurping sounds.
Rydell had placed his hands at the back of Kathleen's head and he every time she drew her lips downwards along her shaft he pushed her head until her sweet, beautiful face was buried in his bush and her cunt, slightly sloping nose was squashed against the skin of his belly. When she drew her lips upwards along his cock he pulled his hips backwards and eased f his broad, lengthy tube out from between her well sealed and slippery lips.
Badden could not possibly tolerate just standing by and watching all of this so he inserted the tip of his cock into Kathleen's light brown hair and pushed his organ forward until his penis had been woven through her lustrous strands like a huge hatpin.
Suddenly, Kathleen plucked her lips off of Rydell's cock-head, turned her face, and immediately slid her mouth all the way down to the base of Simmon's cock. She drew her cheeks in and tightened her lips until his pipe had been thoroughly sealed within her mouth. Then, with his penis completely immersed in her face, she began to work her gums as if she were attempting to wring the juice out of a wedge of lemon. Simmons placed his hands against the sides of her face and heaved his belly against her face so that his pubic strands brushed into her soft skin.
Rydell and Badden were now standing close together and Kathleen reached beside her and moved her fingertips back and forth from one pair of gigantic, hairy balls to another. She juggled their testes and pulled at the wrinkled skin of their testicles. Then she moved her had back and forth from each of their cocks and deftly and expertly massaged their erect organs with her tiny, sensuous fingers.
Next, Kathleen pulled her face away from Simmons's pubic region and turned to Rydell's cock. She sucked vigorously upon his penis for several seconds while she squeezed Badden's balls with her left hand and massaged Simmons's cock with the other.
She turned once more until she was facing Badden's cock and she placed her lips over the head of his penis. She drew her lips downward until his organ disappeared within her face and then she drew her lips upwards until his saliva coated slab appeared once more. She fellated Badden in this manner several more times and then she turned to Simmon's and took his cock all the way into her mouth again and began to rapidly suck him off.
Kathleen continued in this fashion for quite a while. She would enthusiastically suck off one of the young men while her hands would tantalizingly travel over the genitals of the other two. Then she would turn her head, suck off one of the others for a while, and then move on to still another penis. She had turned herself into some kind of amazing, organic sucking and genital massaging machine. Her mouth and her hands were constantly shifting all about and she was constantly turning her head to suck each penis. Simmons was the first of the three friends to come. His cock was planted within Kathleen's beautiful face right to the hairy hilt and she was working her gums in a frenzied fashion when she felt his cock twitch spasmodically. She didn't move her lips and Simmons' penis remained inserted inside of her mouth while he shot out his globules of hot gism into her little mouth. He began to hump her face and every time he pushed his cock into her mouth he would hurl his come directly into her throat. And when he was sliding his wet shaft out from between her slippery lips his sticky, musky semen would fill up her mouth.
Kathleen pulled her face away from Simmons' cock and his slugs of greyish goo oozed out of his piss slit and dribbled onto her face. She turned her head so that she was facing Rydell's cock and the remainder of Rydell's load splattered all over Kathleen's light brown hair.
Slimy pre-come was already dribbling out of Rydell's piss-slit and Kathleen licked it all off. Then she placed her lips over the head of his cock and began sucking him fast and hard, taking his organ all the way into her mouth until Rydell could no longer see his rod, and then pulling her head up so that his thick, quivering staff slid out from her face.
The nerve ends at the base of Rydell's balls were already tingling with super charged electricity and his come immediately was blasted and from his storage sacks and sent coursing through his meaty tube like water which had broken out of a damn. Rydell thrust his hips to and fro and he pumped his sticky, boiling semen into her face until his immense load spilled out from between her lips and drained down along her chin. Kathleen just kept sucking and sucking upon Rydell's cock while he continued to hump her face.
Kathleen took it all-except for what escaped from between her lips. She swallowed as if she had been starved for the nutritious serum and when Rydell's enraged member ceased its wildly twitching she drew her lips all the way up and let his throbbing, crimson red cock-head drop from out of her mouth.
All this time Badden had been pressing the tip of his rod against the side of Kathleen's face. He had been so turned out by the sight of her sucking off his two friends that he had not been able to prevent himself from coming. Semen was gushing out from his flaring piss-slit and smashing against the side of Kathleen's face. The whole area of smooth, clear, peachy skin was covered with a puddle of greyish-white semen from the corner of her mouth up to her ear.
Kathleen turned her face towards Badden's erupting cock-head and his huge bullets of burning gism crashed against her forehead and her eyelids. She raised up her head and opened her mouth wide and Badden aimed his penis so that his come spurted into her mouth and landed on her extended tongue.
Badden gasped and snorted like an enraged beast and. then he shoved his prick right into Kathleen's mouth. Without any consideration for her he pushed the head of h ejaculating instrument into her throat and his lava-like bursts of viscous semen were hurled against the membraneous linings of her throat. Then he pulled his penis out of his mouth and allowed the. last remaining drops of his load to dribble out of his reddened piss slit and plop down onto her lips and her chin. He rubbed the head of his organ over her Kathleen's luscious, scummy lips and used his cock-head like a brush to smear his goo all over'. When at last Badden's orgasm reached its conclusion he stepped back from her and examined Kathleen's semen covered, but still gorgeous, young face. She licked the come off her lips, collected her saliva, and swallowed hard.
The three young men studied Kathleen's scum drenched visage and watched their collective mass of come turn transparent and drip down along her face. Their gism trickled down in long strands onto her tight, green pullover and the garment turned translucent as a result so that they could clearly make out her brassiere.
Each of the three young men were wearing the sort of wide grins which come from complete release and utter satiation, both of a physiological and psychological nature.
Kathleen looked from each of their grinning faces and then she got to her feet. She wiped some of the semen off of her face with the back of her hand. Her soft, brown eyes were still excited and glowing with life.
"Well," she addressed the three friends, "that was pretty good, huh? In fact that was absolutely excellent, wasn't it? I guess I've earned the right to stay now, huh?"
The three friends looked at each other and they could tell from what they saw in one another's expressions that the same thought had come to them simultaneously: the time had now definitely come to get rid of crazy Kathleen.
Badden pointed to the door.
"Get out!" He screamed at her. Kathleen's expression became one of confusion and pain.
She tried to protest, "But, you said...."
"Get the fuck out!" Rydell now screamed at her.
Simmons walked up to her, grabbed her hair, and started dragging her towards the inner door. Kathleen shrieked with pain, but dug her heels into the tiled floor. Rydell took her feet and held them up in the air and Simmons grabbed onto her shoulder with his left hand while he continued to grasp her light brown hair with his other hand. Badden opened the door and Rydell and Simmons carried the squirming and shouting Kathleen to the outer door. Badden opened the outer door and they tossed Kathleen out into the freezing cold. She landed with a thud on the snow covered driveway.
Rydell and Simmons came back into the house and the three friends made their way back into the kitchen, closing the doors behind them.
But no sooner had they .reentered the kitchen than Kathleen was at the window, banging on the pane. It seemed that she was about to smash right through the glass. Her face was stretched into a maniacal grimace. She looked just like some sort of demonesse.
"God damn it!" Simmons shouted. "I've had enough of this. I mean I've really had enough!"
He stormed outside, went up to Kathleen, and slapped her hard in the side of the face. She went down on the ground, shook her head several times, and then looked up at Simmons. She rubbed the side of her face and addressed him in a very soft tone. "Why'd you do that?" She asked.
"I want you the fuck out of here! We've told you several times. Now beat it!"
"But, what did ya' have to hit me for?"
"To show you that I mean it when I tell you to get the fuck away."
Simmons headed for the doorway. But Kathleen was on her feet right away, following along behind him.
She touched him on the shoulder and Simmons spun around and faced her. His face was full of red rage. He pulled back his fist and punched her right in the front of the face with considerable strength.
Kathleen went down on the snowy ground again. Blood was spurting out of both of her nostrils and the crimson syrup dripped down onto the white snow. Kathleen was trembling all over.
Simmons walked up to her and kicked her several times in the side-very hard. Then he leaned down, turned her over, and started to pull her coat off of her arms. When he had removed the heavy garment he tossed it through the doorway of the house. Then he grabbed Kathleen's long, light brown hair and dragged her all the way down the long driveway until he reached the roadway. She had been quiet ever since he had punched her in the face but now she began to moan and whimper.
Kathleen opened her soft brown eyes and looked at Simmons' enraged countenance. He pointed his finger right at her.
"You better just clear your head!" He told her. "Just clear your head! If you don't go back to your place right away, you'll freeze to death out here. And if you come back up to our house, especially if you pound on the window again, I'll come out and kick your head in. I won't kill you, I'll just cause you more pain than you ever experienced before in your life. Do you understand me?"
Kathleen nodded her head.
"Good!" Simmons shouted. And then he headed back up to the big, gray house.
He hoped that his experience with crazy Kathleen was now over forever.
But, it wasn't.
It's hard to get away completely from any one individual on a small, college campus. And it's practically impossible when you're dealing with an individual such as Kathleen. For the next few weeks she caused a good deal of torment for Rydell, Simmons, and Badden. Though they did make her pay for the torment she heaped upon them.
For example, that very afternoon, Rydell and Simmons walked into the student union and went they went by the lounge, there was Kathleen, pointing at them from where she was seated. She addressed some people who were sitting near her.
"That's them!" She said. "Those are the monsters. They raped me and abused me. They made me give them oral sex. That's what they're into-oral sex. They have oral complexes. They're sick. Really sick. Those two right there!"
Rydell and Simmons had to go through this kind of oral treatment from Kathleen every time they walked through the student union. And even when they happened to pass by her at some other spot on the campus. They really wished that she would either die or simply vanish.
But then one day, as the two of them were making their way across the open space behind the administration building, she came up to them. Her eyes were placid and she seemed under control. "I'm really sorry about the things I've been saying about you," Kathleen said to Rydell and Simmons. "And I still really want to come and live with you. Is there any way I can make up for the things I've said?"
"Well...." Rydell replied, "you can begin by helping to pay for my car."
"But, I already paid for the gasoline," Kathleen pointed out.
"That's true," Rydell admitted, "but, you know, when the gas ran out in that cold weather the engine froze up and I couldn't get the car started. I had to have it towed in and then repaired."
This was a lie. A friend had driven Rydell back out to his car and he had filled it up with gas from a can and started the engine right up.
"How much did it cost you?" Kathleen asked.
"Jesus," Simmons remarked, "with the towing and all of that I think it came to about four hundred dollars."
"That's right," Rydell said. "And since there were four of us it's only right that you should give us one fourth of that."
"I'll give you all of it," Kathleen informed Rydell and Simmons. "Just let me write you out a check."
And Kathleen pulled out her checkbook and issued a check to Rydell for four hundred dollars. Rydell doubted that the check would be good but when he and Simmons went up to the bank to cash it, the teller checked the records and then counted out four hundred dollars, natural, the two friends were jubilant.
As for Badden, whenever Kathleen would see him around the campus or in town she would run up to him and say things like: "Don't leave me alone in this world!" or "Help me, I need you!" or "Please, let me live with you!"
Badden would just calmly look at her and then he would ask her for something in order to prove her devotion. So Kathleen would take out whatever of value she had and give it to Badden. Over a period of a few weeks she handed him all of her meal coupons for the cafeterias in the dorms, all of her cash, all of her jewelry, and all of her schoolbooks, which Badden resold. She even took him up to her dorm room and gave him all of her records and her stereo and whatever else of value she possessed. In all, Kathleen handed Badden cash and goods worth about three thousand dollars. Of course, he very quickly squandered this money on drugs, booze, food, and other women.
And then one day, Rydell, Simmons, and Badden were walking through a dormitory when they heard a voice call out to them: "Rydell, Simmons, Badden! Come here! I need you! Help me!"
They all instantly recognized Kathleen's voice. Without even attempting to see where the voice had come from they immediately took off and ran out of the dorm.
A few days later they found out that that very night Kathleen had gone completely insane. She started running all around the dorm, screaming and ranting and wrecking furniture and breaking mirrors in the bathrooms and pulling things out of the bathroom cabinets. Then she started attacking people with her feet, her fists, and her sharp fingernails.
The security guards had to come and take her away to the infirmary and a few days after that her father came and took her away and put her into a booby hatch. And that was the end of crazy Kathleen as far as Rydell, Simmons, and Badden were concerned.
But it was not the end of the story of Crazy Kathleen.
Several months later the three friends went to the Mardi Gras in New Orleans and after three days of partying they completely ran out of money so that they couldn't even buy gas to get home. They were sitting in a park, wondering what the hell to do, when Badden pulled a ring out of his shirt pocket.
They immediately recognized it as Crazy Kathleen's ring. Badden held it up to the sun and Simmons said that it looked like real gold. And Rydell added that the gem sparkled like a real diamond. So they took the ring to some jewelry stores for an appraisal and possible sale and finally they wound up hocking it at a pawn shop.
The pawnbroker gave them five-hundred dollars-of course only a fraction of what the ring was really worth-but they were delighted to get that sum. It was enough to buy the three friends a really fine New Orleans dinner and to finance their return journey to Genell.
CITY RAPE STORY
Jerry Bucknoff and Joseph Libratti were sitting in the front seat of a 1976 black Monte Carlo parked on Third Avenue at Seventy-Sixth Street. They were passing a bottle of bourbon back and forth and watching the Friday night parade of people on the street through the big windshield. They had each taken a Quaalude about a half hour before and the combined effects of liquor and 'hide were powerful.
They were loose.
This part of the Island of Manhattan happens to be chock full of good looking young women, especially the variety of blue eyed, blond -haired wasps who come into the city from the Middle West and New England. And there are a lot of expensive bars in the area so there were quite a few well dressed couples walking about.
A young women and a middle aged man went walking by the Monte Carlo, arm in arm. The young woman was a tall, voluptuous and statuesque blond and the man was middle aged, pauncy and bald.
Libratti nudged Bucknoff.
"Look at those two there," he said. "Look how ugly that creep with her is. Now, I'm ten times better looking than him any day."
"Who the fuck knows?" Bucknoff promptly replied. "Maybe he's rich. Maybe she likes pauncy, bald men. Maybe he has inner qualities that she appreciates. Maybe it was cosmically decreed. Who in the name of God knows?"
Another couple went walking by. The woman was slim and slinky and gorgeous, with brown hair, and the man had black hair and a black, well trimmed beard. He was wearing a suit without a tie and she was wearing a dress which was tight around her breasts and loose around her legs. And her dress was open down to the tops of her breasts. They were both sort of bouncing along, also arm in arm.
Libratti nudged Bucknoff again. "Now, at least that I can understand," Libratti remarked. "I mean, he looks like the kind of guy who should have beautiful women. But still, I wonder, why him and not us? Why should he deserve to possess something that we can't possess? Are we less human than him? And I'll bet anything that he never had to suffer to get what he wanted."
Bucknoff took a long gulp of bourbon.
"It's hopeless," he stated. "That's all, just hopeless. We don't stand a chance. We never stood a chance. There's nothing left for us to do but live out our lives in misery. We were never intended to be happy." Three young and beautiful women went sauntering by, smiling and laughing. One was a redhead, the other was blond, and the third had long, black hair.
"Wow!" Libratti loudly imparted. "Look at those three broads over there. I would love nothing better in this universe than to have all three of those women at my disposal at some isolated location. I would even do anything for them in order to have my way with them. I would be willing to eat out every one of their cunts just for one hour of fucking and sucking with their naked bodies. Oh yeah!" Libratti laughed.
"I guess," Libratti said, "that that's probably the best answer you could have given. Because, Jerry. That's what it all comes down to, isn't it? The universe exists because. The world moves through space because. And I have to suffer because."
"Almost poetically put, Joe."
"But no quite, huh? No, Jerry, I'm no poet. But I am a human being."
"If you say so, Jerry."
Libratti pounded his feet and the-staring wheel. The horn blared out for just a split-second.
"God damn it, Jerry!" He expressed. "I am a human being. And I have as much right to obtain what I desire as anybody else. And if there's no real reason for the existence of the universe than there's no real reason why I have to put up with my misery. And no real reason why I should have to limit myself as to how I go about attaining my desires. God fuck it, Jerry, I don't have to just sit here suffering. I can take what I want!"
"Sure. Why not?"
"That's right."
Libratti reached over and opened up the glove compartment. He took out a forty-five caliber automatic, a thirty-eight caliber snub nose, a flat, black military survival knife, and a silvery switchblade knife. He placed these objects on the seat beside him and leaned back in his seat. He looked at Bucknoff and pointed to the objects.
"Do you know what that stuff is?" He asked his friend.
"I believe I recognize these various forms of
"I'm sure you do, too. And you do indeed know what Einstein said, Jerry, matter and energy are really one and the same thing. You can transform any form of matter into energy, if you can find the way."
"Almost scientifically put, Joe. But let's cut out all the bullshit and get down to the heart of things. What do you plan on doing with all those guns and knives?"
"Something, Jerry. Something that I've always really wanted to do."
"Now, Joey, that's absurd. I'm surprised, a man like you being so vague and imprecise. You can't have always wanted to do this thing you're talking about. First of all, that statement implies that there was no time at which you were not in existence. And it also implies that there was never a time at which you did not have this particular desire, both of those concepts are rather dubious."
Libratti laughed.
"Ah, Jerry ... I have to admit that you always ... I mean constantly crack me up. I know that I would have gone insane a long time ago if it hadn't been for you."
"No, no, Joey, you got it all wrong. I'm...."
"Who cares? Whatever," he reflected, "Mmm. Whatever. But, you're right, I should be more specific. I should state exactly what my goals are going to be. That's the first step to attaining your goals, to state them."
"Sounds like you're cooking, boy. Rave on."
"Okay. Jerry, I'm going to use these weapons you see before you to capture and then rape and otherwise abuse beautiful women. It's even possible that I might wind up killing a beautiful woman. I feel like I need revenge, Jerry. It's not enough to just get what I want at last. I have to also make up for all those years I was deprived. I have to make women pay for all those years of torment they put me through. All those times they rejected me and toyed with me and purposely made me suffer. I want revenge for all the time I spent alone, Jerry. And I don't believe I'm going to rest until I get that revenge."
Bucknoff scratched the side of his nose.
"Well," he replied, "I suppose that makes about as much sense as any other plan a human being could think up on this world. But, let me ask you something, Joey. What do you think the result of this plan of yours will be in the long run. For you, I mean? You must realize that there are powerful forces which are arranged against individuals who commit such anti-social act "Hey, Jerry, I don't give a shit. I really don't. Let's face it, I don't have a single reason left for living. I've been pushed to my final point. The way I figure things, I'll go on an intense and violent binge of rape and I won't stop until the cops catch up with me. Then I'll either blow my brains out or see to it that they blow me apart. What the fuck? We're all doomed to die anyway. So the way I see it I'll finally get something out of life before I leave this stinking world behind. Now, that's rational, isn't it?"
"Scientists have proven, Joey, that the universe is a violent and erratic place. Whole systems are constantly coming apart and everything is in motion. And it's a strange place, Joey. We're just beginning to catch glimpses of the strange forces that are at work in the universe. And by the time we understand them, it'll probably be too late."
"Does that mean yes?"
"To what question?"
Libratti laughed and waved his hand at his friend.
"Forget it," he replied. "Anyway, I only have one question, really. Are you with me?"
"Well, of course I'm with you, you silly, where do you think I am?Are you suggesting that I'm a holographic projection? Or do you suspect that you yourself are hallucination?"
"Man, you always talk this way when you're on 'Ludes. I can dig it, though. Anyway, let me put it like this, do you want to take a walk with me?"
"Why not?"
"Well, take this." Libratti handed Bucknoff the thirty-eight, which Bucknoff stuck into his coat pocket.
"And this," Libratti added.
Libratti handed the flat, black military survival knife to Bucknoff. He slipped the handle into his shoe so that the blade laid flat against his ankle with the point upwards.
Then Libratti slipped the forty-five into his belt so that it was hidden by his jacket and placed the switchblade in his coat pocket.
"You sure you know what you're heading in for?" Bucknoff asked.
"I know where I've been heading so far. Now let's go."
"Okay."
Bucknoff and Libratti each opened their respective doors, stepped out of the Monte Carlo, and then closed the doors. Libratti walked over to the pavement and joined his friend.
"Where to?" Bucknoff asked.
"To the south, I think," Bucknoff replied. "South is the direction of insanity."
Bucknoff narrowed his eyes. "Says who?" He wanted to know.
Libratti sighed.
"It's poetic," he explained. "There are two basic states in the universe and, therefore, in this world-sanity and insanity. To the south or to the left are the directions of insanity, and to the north and to the right are the directions of sanity. That's why Hamlet said that he was mad only when the wind blew from the northeast. Because that would move him towards the south and also towards the left if he were looking in a southerly direction from Denmark."
"No shit?" Bucknoff replied.
"Would I shit you?"
"You might not know that you were shitting me," Bucknoff pointed out. "You might not know what's real."
"That would sure make me a novelty" Libratti lightly slapped Bucknoff's chest "Let's go," he said.
Bucknoff and Libratti headed south along Third Avenue. They passed several beautiful young ladies-both alone and in groups of two or more-and several couples. Libratti's breath became continually heavier and heavier and it was apparent that his horniness was intensifying. Bucknoff's breathing remained calm but he was also glancing around at the women as if he were becoming more and more interested in the notion of having sexual intercourse.
Then suddenly, Libratti placed his palm against his friend and brought him to a standstill. Bucknoff was staring at a couple who were standing about forty feet away, in front of an antique store.
Well, actually, he was staring at the woman. She was bent over and she was studying all the objects in the large window. The woman had long, lustrous, blond hair and she was slim, shapely, and amply endowed. She was wearing a pair of green pants, like riding pants something elegant which they would sell at Bloomingdale's-and a tight, white pullover shirt. Her breasts were two moderate but hefty mounds which hung down in a way which made Libratti just want to walk up to her and rub those breasts all over just rough her pullover for a good hour. And it would be one hell of a good hour.
"Jesus fuck in heaven!" Libratti excitedly imparted, in a loud gasping voice. "Would you look at the ass on that broad! That's the most perfect ass I've ever seen in my life. Look how it sticks out just enough to be sexy. And look at those cheeks! Not an ounce of fat on those cheeks of hers. Man, I'd wade through her shit to explore that ass. I'd love to pull her pants down right now and shove my cock into her ass and into her cunt. Can you imagine fucking a gorgeous bitch like that doggy style right out in the street? But that's what she would deserve, the fucking pig!"
"Take it easy," Bucknoff warned his friend. "Don't come apart on the street. Not here. Not now. Keep yourself together."
"Those legs!" Libratti almost shouted. "Just thin enough without being skinny. Everything about that broad is so balanced. So perfect. I swear there aren't more than one-thousand broads like here in this entire world."
"Well, of course not," Bucknoff pointed out. "If there weren't so few that she wouldn't be so beautiful, Such things are all a matter of relativity."
"This is no longer the time for epistomology," Libratti replied. "This is the time for action."
He slapped his friend lightly on the chest several times.
"Hey, look," Libratti said, "she's getting up. They're moving towards us. I'm going to make sure I get a good glimpse of her face. As they pass by me I'll turn and really study her. But let's start walking so we won't look too suspicious.
The couple moved at a strolling pace towards Bucknoff and Libratti and the two men moved very slowly towards the couple. The man and the woman were walking side by side, but were not touching.
"I'll bet you anything," Libratti addressed his friend, "that as soon as they come right up to us she'll either take his hand or his arm. Beautiful women always do that to me. As soon as they see me, if they're with a guy, they have to take his hand or his arm. It's like they're saying-see, I have a man and I don't want or need you. They have to torture me like that. They have to dig it into me like that. The fucking pigs! Well, I'll tell you something. If this bitch-whore does that to me then that's it. That's war, man. I'm sick of being tormented by these demonesses and letting them get away with it. Never again, I swear."
Just as the couple were Only a few feet from Bucknoff and Libratti, the blond woman glanced at them and then slipped her arm around the man's arm. She looked at Bucknoff and Libratti as she and her man passed them by but her face was passionless-as if she were not really seeing them. Libratti carefully studied her face but he also made certain that his face was empty of all emotion.
After the couple passed them by, Libratti and Bucknoff walked on for several seconds without speaking. Finally, Libratti's voice sliced through the nighttime silence. He sounded very agitated.
"Jerry," Libratti asked, "did you see that woman's face?"
"Basically."
"Jerry, that face of hers was indescribably beautiful. That was absolutely the most perfect feminine face. I swear she had skin just like a baby. And slightly rosy cheeks. And did you see her eyes? Shocking blue. And I could even see that her eyelashes were long and dark. And that nose of hers! God, she's magical, I swear it.
And even the tip of her nose was so ah exquisitely sculpted and so subtly refined. I could fall in love with her just for the tip of her nose I'd like to kiss the tip of her nose and suck on it for hours!"
Bucknoff laughed.
"Joey, you ought to write for Art News. I think that woman's beauty was more in your mind than in her face."
"Horseshit. I saw what I saw. God, I can't believe that face! That face was half sophisticated and half angelic. Only some kind of divine intelligence could have put together that body and that skin and that shining hair and that face. It couldn't have been accident.
It just couldn't have. And that means that it couldn't have been an accident that she happened to be passing by me like that."
"Oh, I don't know about that," Bucknoff pointed out. "Pure mathematical chance could account for everything which you've listed. After all, when was the last time such a woman passed you by on the streets?" t Libratti stopped again and Bucknoff also stopped. Libratti looked at his friend.
"She did it," he said.
"She did what?"
"What I predicted. She took her boyfriend's arm just as she was about to pass by me, just like I said she would. She did it just to torment me. Just to make me suffer. And you remember what I said? I said that if she did that then it would be war. Well, I meant that. I'm sick and tired of being tormented. I'm sick to death of suffering.. Somebody else is going to suffer for a change. And it'll all be perfect if that someone happens to be that woman. Quick! We gotta go follow them. I can't let that pig get away. She's going to be my victim. That's the one I've' been searching for. Come on!"
Libratti turned around and started moving north along Third Avenue. Bucknoff followed along behind until he caught up with his friend. They quickly made moved along the pavement.
Libratti laughed.
"I just hope they haven't gone inside somewhere," Libratti said. "Christ, if I lose this one I'll be really pissed. That was the one, Jerry! I'm telling you, that was the one."
"We are all one, Joey." '
"Oh, fuck that shit. Walk faster. Faster!"
The two men now practically broke into a run. And they kept racing along until finally Libratti spotted the couple up ahead. There was no way he could mistake the woman's slightly protruding, taut ass and her long, lustrous, blond hair.
"There they are!" He announced. "Slow down, Jerry. We'll just follow them until we find a good place." The two men slowed down until they matched the pace of the couple and they followed along behind them. The couple just kept walking on and on for about ten blocks.
At Eighty-sixth street, the couple crossed the avenue and walked along the block. This part of Eighty-Sixth Street was -lined with elegant brownstones and leafy, green trees. The street was fairly well lit, but there was no one else around except themselves and the couple.
"Jerry," Libratti whispered into his friend's ear, "this is it. We'll never have a better opportunity."
Libratti pulled his pistol out of his belt.
"Get your gun out," he told his friend. "All you have to do is point it at them and look as insane and menacing as possible. I'll do all the talking."
Bucknoff took his Thirty-Eight out of his coat pocket.
"Come on," Libratti urged him. "We'll walk up to them very fast, but very quietly."
Libratti and Bucknoff increased their pace but were careful not to increase their noise level. They came right up behind the couple and Libratti tapped the man on the shoulder.
"Excuse me," Libratti said.
The startled couple turned around and discovered themselves facing two large men who were armed and pistols. Shock and fear spread across the faces of the man and the woman.
"Oh, for God's sakes," the man said.
"No, for our sake," Libratti replied.
The woman placed the back of her right hand against her face so that everything below her electric blue eyes was covered. Libratti was tempted to just stare right into those fantastic eyes, but this was not the time for that.
"You want our money?" The man asked. "We'll give it to you."
Libratti gestured with his pistol at the woman.
"No," he answered, "we want her."
Suddenly, the man lashed out with his quick left hand and slammed the pistol out of Libratti's hand. The man's face was livid with savage rage, his teeth were bared and gritted, and his shoulders were slightly hunched over. He was quite obviously a very powerful man.
For a second or two, this man and Libratti just stood there facing each other. Bucknoff did nothing. He was still proffering his pistol but he was completely frozen.
The man reached out and grabbed the front of Libratti's shirt with both of his hands. He actually lifted Libratti off of the ground, placed his hands around his neck, and began to choke him, in one single, instinctive motion, Libratti reached into his coat pocket, took out the switchblade knife, pressed the button which released the long, sharp, silvery blade, and stabbed the man in the side between his ribs.
But even under this violent and uncivilized circumstance, Libratti was unconsciously restraining himself. He did not push the blade all the way in, but only a bit under half of the way in.
Still, the wound was enough. It would do.
The man's face became a living portrait of ghastly pain and he groaned in a very gruff tone. He spread his hands out at his side and staggered backwards. He veered to his left, knocked against a long, concrete step, and collapsed onto the stairway Blood was gushing out of his wound and the pavement and the stairway were splattered with the bright red.
As the man had staggered backwards, the knife had pulled out from between his hips and Libratti was still holding onto it. He looked at the woman. Her mouth was open and it was apparent that she was about to scream.
Libratti walked up to her and placed the point of the bloody knife against her throat.
"Keep quiet!" He hissed. "Or else I'll cut out your Adam's apple."
The woman closed her mouth and just, stood there looking at Libratti as if she were awaiting instructions. All the shock and fear seemed to have gone out of her face and she was now quite calm and collected. It was as if all of this had simply desensitized her.
Libratti took a handkerchief out his back pocket and wiped the blade clean. Then he stepped behind the woman and pressed the point of the knife against the small of her back.
"We're going for a little walk," he informed her. "Just be quiet and act as if you just happen to be walking along with us. Bucknoff, put that gun back into your coat pocket and get on the other side of her. We're gonna head back to the car."
Bucknoff did as Libratti ordered.
Libratti glanced at the man he had just stabbed. The man's arms were flailing all about and he was still bleeding.
"He'll be alright," Libratti said to no one in particular. "Stupid schmuck. He wouldn't have resisted if we had only asked for the money. But as soon as we said we wanted the woman he freaked out."
Libratti turned his head and examined the woman's slim body and generous, well exhibited breasts.
"Still, I can't blame him." And then he added, more loudly, "let's get going."
The three of them walked along Eighty Sixth Street and Libratti kept the point of his knife pressed against the woman's back and Bucknoff held onto her arm. But she offered no resistance whatsoever and made no attempt to run away. They turned left at Third Avenue and just kept walking along until they reached the place where Libratti and Bucknoff had left the Monte Carlo. Libratti took his keys out of his coat pocket and handed them to Bucknoff.
"Here," he said, " you go ahead now and drive." Bucknoff took the keys, then he quickly opened up the door on the driver's side while Libratti took the woman around to the other side of the car. Bucknoff opened that door and Libratti pushed the woman inside and sat down next to her. Bucknoff started up the engine.
"Where to?" He asked.
"Let's take our beauty' here up to my parent's house upstate. They went away for a vacation. It's nice and roomy and nobody will disturb us up there."
"Okay."
Bucknoff began to pull out of the parking space but he stopped to wait for the traffic to clear. Libratti carefully eyed the woman's large, blue eyes, her exquisite face with its creamy complexion, her breasts, her body, and her legs. He moved his hand towards her left cushion of tit flesh. But then he put his hand down.
"No," he said out loud "I've waited this long, and I can wait longer. I want to savor this. I want to go about this slowly and make sure that everything is perfect. This is a piece of art and should be treated like such. I won't put a hand on her until we get to my parent's house. And that goes for you too, Jerry."
Jerry shrugged his shoulders. Then he pulled out into the roadway, eased into the extreme left-hand lane, and made a left turn. In a few minutes he had pulled onto the FDR Drive and the Monte Carlo was cruising north, headed for a small village in the suburbs, on the New Jersey side of the wide Hudson River.
As soon as Libratti opened the front door to his parent's house, he led the woman into the living room. The brown carpet was very thick and plush and the room was filled with lots of chairs and two overstuffed sofas. He turned on all the lights and then he pulled down the shades.
The woman was positioned in the center of the living room and Libratti just stood in front of her for about half a minute, studying her body from the top of her head, to her blue, high heeled sandals. Bucknoff was standing at the entranceway to the living room and he was also examining the woman.
"What's your name?" Libratti asked the woman.
The woman parted her lips and moved her mouth as if she were about to speak, but she did not.
"What's your name?" Libratti repeated in a gentle tone.
"Lorraine," the woman answered.
"Alright. Lorraine, listen to me. As long as you don't struggle, I won't get violent with you. And if you put some effort into giving me pleasure, then I'll even be kind to you. It's up to you. Whatever you want. But I mean to have my way with you. Do you understand me, Lorraine?"
"Yes," she calmly replied. "Good."
Libratti walked around Lorraine several times. In the bright light, close-up, he was not one bit disappointed and he did not change his mind about what he had originally thought about her attractiveness. Everything about her was indeed perfect.
He placed his palms over the cheeks of Lorraine's ass and gently squeezed the spongy flesh. His fingertips tingled with sensuous excitement. He moved his hands down along her thighs and then he brought the fingertips of his right hand up along the crack of her ass. Then he pressed his crotch against her ass until his cock was enlarged into a hardened and enraged instrument. But he soon pulled away from her.
"Tantalizing," he said, "absolutely tantalizing. In time ... in time...."
Libratti walked in front of Lorraine and stood just a few inches from her half-angelic, and half sophisticated face. He placed the tip of his right, index finger onto her full, shapely, moist, red painted lips and ran his finger from side to side along the smooth, glossy flesh. Then he gently inserted his finger into her mouth and separated her lips and her teeth slightly.
He slipped his fingers through her long, silky strands of blond hair, brought his face right up to hers, and pressed his lips against her lips. He slid his lips from side to side along hers and kissed her passionately while he playfully pulled and twisted her blond hair.
Her lips tasted wonderful. Libratti hummed with delight and stuck his tongue into her mouth. He licked her tongue and the sides of her mouth, and the roof of her mouth.
Lorraine placed her hand against the back of Libratti's head and then she kissed him back. He pushed her tongue all the way into Libratti's mouth and they energetically french kissed for a full minute. Then Libratti pulled away and peered into her dark blue eyes while he continued to wrap her blond strands around' his fingers. He noticed that her thin, long eyelashes were a dark brown.
"I'd like to think you really felt something for me," Libratti said to her. "But, I guess you can't have everything in this world."
Lorraine thrust her hips forward and grinded her loins against the heaving bluge in the crotch of Libratti's pants. His blood engorged penis heaved against the material of his jeans.
"I do feel something for you," Lorraine insisted. "Uh-huh," Libratti cynically replied. "Well, what you feel doesn't matter. It really doesn't. As long as you play your part the way I like it."
Libratti pushed Lorraine back from him and surveyed her sumptuous breasts. He could make out the outlines of her brassiere through the somewhat opaque material of her white pullover.
He rubbed his hands up and down along Lorraine's upper arms for several moments and then he slowly moved his hands over to her breasts. He pressed his thumbs against the sides of her bra cups and then he placed his palms over her protruding cups and pressed down hard. He squeezed Lorraine's tits over and over and then he kissed her again several times. He placed his right hand against her back and scraped his fingertips up and down across the elastic band of her bra. Then he moved his right hand under her armpit and placed it over her left breast again. He moved his hands underneath her breasts and pushed her mounds of tit flesh upwards. Then he rubbed her breasts all over until he observed that her nipples were sticking out through the tight material of her pullover so that they looked like switches on some kind of control panel. He grasped Lorraine's nipples between his thumb and forefinger and moved them up and down. Then he squeezed them hard several times before he released them and continued to rub her breasts all over and to heave upwards on her petulant mounds.
Libratti slid his hand down along Lorraine's stomach and inserted his fingertips beneath the top of her pants. He took hold of the bottom of her pullover and brought it out from her pants. Then he reached beneath the pullover and slid his hands up along the smooth, cool flesh of her stomach until he felt the spongy material of her bra. He poked with his fingertips against the cups of her bra and was delighted by the fullness and the weightiness which he detected. He moved his hand up along the material of the cup until he detected Lorraine's actual tit flesh. Then he pushed his fingers down along her breasts, into her bra cups and further and further downwards until his fingers slipped around her rubbery nipple. He moved his hand beneath the cup of her other breast, squeezed Lorraine's other nipple, and then he pulled his hand out from her shirt.
Lorraine was playing with the hair at the back of Libratti's head. She was just awaiting his instructions.
"Do you understand what's going on?" He asked her. "I've captured you. Kidnapped you. I'm using you like a toy."
"That's what I am," Lorraine replied.
"Do you like being a toy?"
"Yes."
"Have you ever been a toy before?"
"I've never been able to be a toy. It's the way I was brought up. Men rarely try to treat me like a toy and those who do I either send away or wind up controlling. I just wouldn't allow myself to be a toy. But that's always what I've really wanted."
Libratti took hold of the bottom of Lorraine's pullover and started to pull it up along her body. His cock went wild when he saw the pale skin of her flat stomach. Lorraine lifted up her arms and Libratti pulled the garment up over her arms and her head and tossed it onto the carpet.
"Keep your arms up," he told her.
And she did.
Libratti stared down at the long, wide cleavage between her abundant breasts. Then he eyed her armpits. She had shaven her underarm hairs but her armpits were filled with spots of dark stubble which Libratti found to be very erotic. He licked her left armpit and tasted the saltiness there. The corse stubble scraped against his tongue.
"Ooh...." Lorraine imparted.
Libratti stabbed with his finger into the crevice between Lorraine's breasts and then slipped his hand beneath her cup and took a firm hold of her left tit. He took hold of her other breast in the same way and he pressed the flesh of his palms against her rather pointy nipples. He jiggled her breasts up and down several times and marveled with delight at the way her pinkish tit flesh bounced up and down. He just had to lean over and kiss those twin piles of flesh and that he instantly fulfilled his desire. He nibbled at the spongy skin with his teeth and lapped his tongue back and forth across the exposed portion of her breasts until he had covered her bouncing mounds with his saliva.
At last, Libratti reached behind Lorraine and, after a few moments, he managed to unsnap her strap. He took hold of her shoulder straps and pulled them down along her arms until they passed over her hands. Then he also tossed this garment over to the side.
Libratti swallowed hard as he found himself staring directly at this beautiful woman's gorgeous pair of bouncing tits. Her long, throbbing nipples were a deep crimson and they were surrounded by wide circles of red, goose bump covered flesh. Her tits were firm and slight oval, and the tips of her breasts pointed slightly upwards. And the skin was so incredibly smooth! Libratti touched that tit flesh. It was like satin, pure satin. And the flesh yielded to his touch. He rubbed and squeezed her firm breasts all over and then he leaned down and tenderly kissed her nipples. He sucked feverishly upon each of her nipples several times and then he flicked the tip of his tongue back and forth across the nugget like bumps on her wide, circular aureole For Libratti, this was like a banquet. He lapped with his tongue all over Lorraine's delicious and meaty breasts until he had covered every single part of her pinkish mounds with his saliva. When he pulled his face away he could see that her firm, ripe breasts were glistening with his sticky oral secretion.
He cupped his hands over Lorraine's nice mature breasts and looked into her wide, blue eyes. He licked her eyelashes and then he kissed her luscious lips again. Then he brushed the tip of his tongue across her tiny, even, iovry white teeth and pulled her close to him until her breasts pressed against his chest. Her quivering, hardened nipples stabbed into his skin, almost painfully. He loved it.
Libratti placed his hands over Lorraine's shoulder blades and moved his hands down along the smooth, tingling skin of her back and right into her jeans. He felt the band of her panties and he slid his hands further downwards over the firm cheeks of her ass. As he passed his hands over the taut flesh he pressed his thumbs into the crack of her ass.
When he came into contact with the moist tuft of hair at the bottom of her crack his entire body shuddered with erotic excitement.
It seemed so unreal that suddenly everything took on an intense dream like effect. This served to greatly enhance the erotic effect of this situation. Libratti felt as if everything had become quite magical. Sexually magical.
He could already feel his enormous load of come building up beneath his balls. The pressure set the delicate nerve endings within his groin tingling in an electrifying fashion.
Lorraine pressed her twat against the pulsating, tubular mound which extended down along Libratti's pants leg. He brought his hand around his thighs and as soon as he touched her vast, entangled pile of pubic strands he could feel his pre-come oozing out from his piss-slit. He sensed that he was losing control of himself and that he might come in his pants any moment. He certainly didn't want that. Immediately, Libratti moved his fingers up through Lorraine's extensive pubic bush and brought his hands out from her pants. He tore at the front of her pants until he had unsnapped them and ripped open her zipper. He pushed downwards on the top of her jeans and Lorraine helped him to tug her pants over her hips. As her jeans came down, her panties were also pulled down a bit so that a ridge of thick, dark hairs appeared above the band of her panties.
Libratti got down on his knees and rolled down Lorraine's panties, exposing her pile of pubic strands bit by bit. He was amazed at the mass of long, intertwined dark hairs which he found there. When he placed his palm against Lorraine's bush he was able to push the mat downwards for what seemed like several inches before his hand was pressing against the tight skin of her belly. He pulled her panties all the way down to her thigh and was now able to clearly observe that her bush was nothing less than an outright jungle of hairs.
Her bush formed a perfect triangle over her belly and the hairs extended downwards between her thighs so that her vulva was completely covered. Tufts of the dark strands hung down past her vulva and there were curly clumps of hair along the creamy skin of her inner thighs which dissipated only after two or three inches.
The contrast between all of that barbaric dark hairiness and those sleek, smooth, slightly pale legs was an absolutely enchanting and ferociously stimulating sight. The pressure of Libratti's pounding cock was painful and he was obliged to take apart his belt, unbutton and unzip his pants, and pull down this garment as well as his underpants. His monstrous penis sprang up into the air and it was a supercharged and super hardened tool straight as a church spire. His cock-head was immense and it was throbbing like an electrical device and glowing like a red, hot ember. The thought came to Libratti that he was about to shove his cock into this extraordinarily beautiful woman's cunt and he trembled and whined with expectation. The dream like effect increased and so did his sexual stimulation. Libratti pushed his finger between the woman's thighs and he found the slit which was the entrance to her cunt. His finger was tingling painfully and the tingling rapidly spread up his arm to his shoulder and then up to his head. He shoved his finger into the mouth of Lorraine's hairy cunt and the liquidy warmth which he found there soothed and comforted him. Pre-Come was now dribbling out of his piss-slit, and his orgasm seemed imminent. But he made a maniacal attempt to hold off before entering this woman for just a few more seconds.
He proceeded to draw his finger in and out of Lorraine's tight, wet twat and she spread her legs wide. He eyed her inflamed pussy lips and watched his finger disappear inside of her cunt and then reappear again. His finger made a squishy sound as he drew it in and out and syrup was draining along his finger and dripping out of the mouth of Lorraine's pussy. He plucked at her long, entangled pubic hairs with the fingers of his other hand and then slowly stepped forward.
After this point, that animalistic self within Libratti just took over. He felt as if he were under a spell. He just let himself be carried along. Because he did not have to worry about controlling the situation any longer, every nerve in his body, every receptive area in his brain, was fully activated. He just let the sexual sensations pour into him.
As his body pressed against Lorraine's sleek, voluptuous body He pushed her downwards she collapsed onto an over stuffed sofa. His penis moved forward between her thighs and in a moment he was inside of her. Her cunt was well lubricated with the juices and his penis glided into her quim until his hairy belly was pressing against her swelling pussy lips.
Lorraine's cunt fit Libratti's cock just like a glove. He pressed his palms against her tits and savagely humped her cunt. As he drew his long, broad penis in and out of her vagina the undulating walls of her snatch enveloped his shaft and massaged his organ. It felt to Libratti as if his come was being wrenched right out of him.
He was at the phoenix!
When the orgasm hit him, it was like sharp pins driving along the length of his prick from his balls, converging at his painfully enlarged piss-slit. Libratti gritted his teeth and alternately growled and whined in a guttural fashion as he ejaculated his steamy semen into Lorraine's hairy cunt. He grasped onto her long, lustrous, blond hair and tore at it savagely as he watched his discharging member slide in and out of this gorgeous, blond female's pussy. The thought that he was actually depositing his massive load into the vagina of this haughty, beautiful woman who had passed him by on the street urged him on. He continued to pound his cock in and out of her tight fitting snatch until he had emptied every bit of his syrupy gism into her.
At the high point of Libratti's awesome climax, he shoved his penis all the way into Lorrain's liquidy snatch and froze his body while the intense pulses of erotic sensations swirled through him. Libratti totally lost himself within this vast, fantastic and truly magical ecstasy. Libratti became aware of himself once more and he reamed Lorraine's hairy slit with his thick tool several more times until at last he was thoroughly satiated. Then he collapsed on top of her , laying his head on her firm, comfortable, heaving breasts. The still hardened and quivering nipple of Lorraine's left tit pressed into Libratti's earlobe. It was not for over a minute that Libratti was able to recover his energy. When he did, he raised his head and looked into Lorraine's mesmerizing, dark blue eyes. He ran his finger over the creamy, smooth skin of her face and pressed his fingertip against her full, luscious red lips. Then he raised up his body again and stared down along Lorraine's sleek body. His rigid penis was still inserted between her taut thighs and his bush was still pressed against Lorraine's vast pubic bush. He was so turned on by this marvelous sight that he immediately wanted to hump her again.
But then, Libratti felt somebody tapping him on his left shoulder. He looked up into the face of his friend, Jerry Bucknoff.
"Excuse me," Jerry said, "but would you mind terribly if I fucked her now. I'm extremely horny and I'd like to very much."
Libratti laughed at Bucknoffs affected politeness. Bucknoff had a way of constantly coming up with timely and amusing lines.
"Of course, Jerry," Libratti replied. "That's only fair."
Libratti drew his penis out from between Lorraine's thick cunt-lips. His prick glistened from the film of slime which coated it and gooey serum gushed out from Lorraine's cunt. As soon as his cock-head had popped out from Lorraine's snatch, Libratti got up on his feet and looked down at his captive.
"Christ, that felt good," he announced. "And that was only the beginning. We're going to be utilizing this female body all night, at least."
Bucknoff was busy undressing himself. He took off his shirt and removed his shoes, his pants, and his underpants. His cock was already fully erect and the tube of masculine meat was twitching about in the air in every direction. And Bucknoffs member was just as impressively long and broad as his friend's. "Jerry," Libratti said, "tell me that isn't the foxiest blond you've ever seen in your life." But, Bucknoff did not answer. Instead, he placed his hands over Lorraine's flattened, but still firm and shapely breasts and moved his hands down along her long, lithe body, and over her flat, sculptured belly. He wove his fingertips in a circular motion down through her extensive pubic bush and along the ridges of red flesh which were her inner labia. Then he pushed the index fingers of both his hands into her dripping slit as they as they would go. When he removed them, Bucknoffs fingers were covered with slime.
Lorraine opened her wickedly beautiful, dark blue eyes wide and glanced from Bucknoffs face to Libratti's face, and then back to Bucknoff. Her expression was one of total resignation.
But there is some psychological force which causes captives to admire and respect, and even love their captors. This is especially true when the captor and captive are of the opposite sex.
So, it is not entire surprising that Lorraine smiled seductively and smiled with delight and then placed her hands, cooled from perspiration, against the cheeks of Bucknoffs ass and drew his body down to her. Bucknoff let himself be guided and his cock penetrated between her swollen pussy lips under its own power. But then Bucknoff shoved his hips forward and rammed his flesh rod into Lorraine's snatch with all the power he could muster.
Her pussy was now a soggy, undulating mass and Bucknoffs penis slid through her membraneous, vaginal cavity like an apple being dipped into Caramel syrup. But her quim was still tight and Lorraine exerted the muscles of her loins until the walls of her cunt were wrapped tightly around the stretched skin of Bucknoffs rod. As he began to slow slide his huge cock in and out between her tender, inner lips, Lorraine pressed her sharp fingernails into the flesh of his ass and groaned passionately. The liquid fire creeped down along the walls of her vagina drained along Bucknoffs heaving shaft, and dripped down out of her cunt and onto his balls.
Libratti could not just stand by and watch Bucknoff fuck this blond woman. He was much too horny for that. His cock was already perfectly still and hard again and ready for action.
He climbed up on the couch and kneeled down next to Lorraine's face. Her tumbling, shiny blond hair was spread out all over the couch and her luscious lips were parted invitingly. Libratti could see her tiny, even, ivory white teeth and the tip of her tiny, pink tongue. He placed his hand against the smooth skin at the side of her gorgeous face and felt that the skin was quite warm. Then he placed his thumb into her mouth and worked it up and down against her teeth. Lorraine opened her mouth wider and wider until her lips were parted as much as possible and Libratti could see all of her surprisingly rough surfaced tongue. There was a pool of saliva beneath Lorraine's tiny tongue.
Libratti raised himself slightly up off of his knees, pushed downwards on the base of his cock, and moved the tip of his organ down towards Lorraine's opened mouth. He dipped his meaty, throbbing rod into Lorraine's beckoning mouth and just kept shoving it in until the head of his prick was lodged within her throat. Lorraine's half angelic and half sophisticated face was buried within his thick pubic bush and his hairy testicles sat upon her chin.
Lorraine's body shook all over every time That Bucknoff smashed his belly down against her belly and drove his pipe deep into her snatch. Obviously, his humping actions were causing the nerve endings in her cunt to tingle with erotic joy because her flushed face was covered with beads of sweat and she was whimpering and groaning uncontrollably. Her hips were twitching all over and she was even heaving her hips into the air. Whenever she did this, the law of gravity would serve to draw Bucknoffs enraged penis deeper and deeper into her flooded vaginal cavity until her swollen cunt lips ground into Bucknoffs belly.
Meanwhile, Libratti was staring down at Lorraine, hypnotized by the sight of his own penis inserted within this elegant blond woman's face. He moved his hips from side to side and scraped his pubic strands along the pure, creamy skin of her face. Her big, shocking blue eyes hovering there above his dark jungle of pubic hairs was the most erotic sight which Libratti had ever seen.
He slid his cock upwards along Lorraine's upper lip until the rock hard, crimson red head of his tool was the only portion of his member which remained within her mouth. Lorraine gently closed her tiny teeth upon his pulsating shaft and Libratti loudly shrieked from the burning, sexual titillation which coursed through his groin. An enormous ball of erotic fire had formed beneath his balls and was growing larger and larger. Bucknoff continually humped Lorraine's enveloping pussy faster and faster and with greater force until his hairy lower belly was slamming down on top of hers so hard that the sound was plainly audible. He was now whining and hissing his breath out through gritted teeth like an animal caught in a trap. But, for Bucknoff, this was a soothing and most welcome trap. At this moment he wanted nothing more than for his cock to remain between this woman's thighs. The hot, slimy walls of her cunt were massaging his penis, tantalizingly inducing his semen to come surging from out of his balls. As Bucknoff humped away he was confidently and pleasantly aware of the fact that the nerve ends within his loins were aflame and his orgasm was imminent. He just went on heaving his penis in and out of Lorraine's pussy and he felt just like a safe and protected child, wrapped up within this female's warm nest.
Libratti dipped his fully erect penis all the way into Lorraine's lovely, gaping mouth again and her teeth gently pressed against the vein-streaked skin of his instrument. His come was now gathering at the base of his balls and he was again reaching the stage where his animal self took over. Lorraine knowingly drew her teeth in, closed her mouth, and tightened her lips so that Libratti's penis was completely sealed within her exquisite face. Again and again he slid his saliva coated organ from between Lorraine's lips and then plunged his cock deep, deep into her mouth until his penis had entirely disappeared within her face.
When his orgasm overtook Libratti he went into a seizure of sexual passion and continually raised up his body and smashed his loins down against Lorraine's face. His penis flailed wildly within her mouth and his cock head expanded like a balloon. He hurled the liquid fire which was his gism, off his piss slit and directly into Lorraine's throat. He savagely humped her face as his come erupted from out of his instrument and into her face in a series of explosive bursts. His load was boiling hot, incredibly sticky, and amazingly huge. It seemed to him that there really might be no end to it.
And with every emission, a spasm of ecstasy shot through Libratti and he snorted and sputtered in response.
"Oh God, God!" he shrieked. As he watched his pistol like cock slide in and out between Lorraine's lips, aware of the fact that he was now emptying his load of semen into her face. "Oh God!...."
But Libratti's words were soon reduced to an animalistic cry which seemed to gurgle right out from his belly.
Libratti's cry of total sexual release and satisfaction was the final spark which induced Bucknoff to orgasm. He did not cease energetically fucking Lorraine as he dropped his own load. He pushed up his body and surveyed her flat belly, her triangular brown bush, and her sleek, shapely legs. His eyes traveled up along her long legs to the space right between her creamy thighs. Bucknoff observed with supreme delight that his cock had now plugged the slit within that space. It was just all too beautiful a realization.
Bucknoff plucked his cock out from Lorraine's squirming snatch and allowed the rest of his load to ejaculate all over her vast, brown bush. Then he brought his body downwards and emptied the remainder of his gism onto each of her perfect legs. His gooey semen soon covered Lorraine's twat and her thighs so that this entire part of her body was a slimy mess.
Likewise, Libratti extracted his erupting shaft from Lorraine's face, grasped the base of his penis, and directed his organ so that his long slugs of grayish semen shot all over Lorraine's face from her forehead down to her chin. Libratti's gism fell like huge drops of rain and when they splattered they all joined into a pool of gism which covered her beautiful face. Libratti masturbated so that the last drops of his load slithered out from his piss slit and dribbled down onto Lorraine's lips. Then he placed his palms over her face and massaged his come into her satiny, clear skin. He cleaned his hands off with Lorraine's long, lustrous blond hair and then he just stared down at her slime coated face. He glanced behind him and saw that Bucknoff was shaking out the remaining come from his cock and onto Lorraine's breasts. The droplets of scum were scattered over her bumpy aureoles.
The two men looked at each other with expressions which communicated that they were both exhausted for now. After all, even before this little, private orgy of theirs they had been driving around, eating Quaaludes, and drinking bourbon all day. They just didn't have any more energy.
Bucknoff got to his feet, but then immediately collapsed onto the plush carpet. Libratti stood up, grabbed Lorraine, and pulled her to her feet. He conducted her into the kitchen, opened the door to a narrow, storage closet, and forced her inside. Then he picked up a broomstick, and inserted the handle through the handle of the door. That would make sure she stayed within that closet for safekeeping until he felt that he and Bucknoff had further use for he Then Libratti stumbled back into the living room and collapsed onto the carpet next to Bucknoff. He very soon passed out of the waking world and joined his friend in the world of dreams.
A few days later, Libratti and Bucknoff were back down in the island of Manhattan, cruising the long avenues in Libratti's Monte Carlo.
The two friends had played with Lorraine for a while and had an extremely good time with her. But despite her special blond beauty, they soon got bored with her. Not knowing what else to do with her, they chained Lorraine to a metal support pole in the cellar, where she was presently reposing.
"The thing about Lorraine," Libratti lectured, as he steered the Monte Carlo south on Second Avenue, "is that she obviously wanted to be a prisoner. She got into it too fast and too deeply. She didn't resist at all."
"Well, I really didn't mind that," Bucknoff replied. "I liked just getting my rocks off in a very quick and easy manner with a beautiful woman."
"Exactly. But, of course, you hadn't been laid in a long time. Sure, Lorraine was good for the first time. But now that we know we can have any woman we want just by using physical force, we should start to seek out a variety of women. And what I want now is a fighter. A woman who will resist right up to the moment I shoot my come into her. I want her to be violent so that she'll make me violent."
"Yeah, but how are you going to be able to choose a girl like that just by looking at her?"
"There are ways," Libratti pointed out. "You can tell things about a girl by the way she moves, for example, or the way she looks out at the world."
Libratti was eyeing all the beautiful women along Second Avenue. It was the afternoon so most of them were unaccompanied. There were all sorts of women-Blacks, redheads, blonds, brunettes, Orientals-but obviously Libratti didn't see what he wanted.
"You looking for the right woman?" Bucknoff asked.
"Of course. Isn't that what we're all looking for?"
"Yes, but we don't all plan on abducting and raping that woman when we find her."
"That's because most men follow a moral code. And a very strict moral code at that. But I've had enough of that shit. Now that I've gotten a taste of what force can get me, I'm hungrier than ever."
"That's the story of man right there."
"I'm just interested in one man, Bucknoff. I'm talking about my only friend."
"Thanks, Joe." Libratti laughed.
"No offense, Jerry, but I didn't mean you. I meant my only real friend. The guy who's wearing my clothes."
"Oh, him."
"Yeah. But I'll tell you something, Jerry. Sometimes it can be a lot of pain when your only friend thinks, talks, acts and looks just like you, and you do just the same as him."
Bucknoff smiled.
"You just need a little action," he told Libratti. "I think what you're into now is the best therapy for you. There's nothing like combining sex and violence to make life seem worth living again."
"You said it," Libratti agreed. "Now all I need is the right woman. And I think it's just a matter of time before I find her. The Bible says, 'seek and ye shall find'. Well, I'm seeking, Jerry, I'm seeking hard."
Libratti turned right on Fifty-ninth street and he and Bucknoff continued to peer all around them through the windows of their car at the women passing by. It was quite a spectacle, but neither of them saw anything which aroused serious comment.
The Monte Carlo turned left at Third Avenue and Libratti drove along for about three blocks and then stopped at a light. As he waited for the light to change, he continued his search.
And then, Libratti nudged his friend in the shoulder and pointed out the passenger side window.
"Oh God on earth!" He excitedly imparted. "Would you look over there, Bucknoff. Look at that woman right there, the one with the blue T-shirt holding on to that guy's arm. Bucknoff, that is the one, no doubt about it. We found her, Bucknoff, we found her!"
The woman whom Libratti was referring to was very tall and she had long, long legs which were encased in a pair of tight-fitting, straight legged Jeans. She was wearing a low slung, blue T-shirt-the kind without any sleeves. Her great, big, bouncing breasts appeared to really be spilling out and yet they weren't the really huge kind.
The woman had long, slightly curly, raven hair and the kind of piercing eyes and sultry face which reeked of sexuality by constantly challenging men. Of course, it was a very, very beautiful face, but it was much more than that. The woman's face came right at you and hit you. You couldn't ignore that face, as you could with all the other beautiful female faces on the long avenues of Manhattan. This face was unique and special.
And it wasn't only her face. The woman was walking very fast and with a bouncing, strident gait which served to let the world know that the rest of the human race was her audience and that's the only reason, as far as she was concerned, why they existed. Her way of walking told the world that she was free and that nobody would ever fuck with her. If they tried, she would let them have it.
"I gotta' have that broad!" Libratti declared, as she and the man she was with passed by the Monte Carlo. "That woman is sassy, and she knows it. And look at that ass! Even nicer than Lorraine's. There's a lot more power to the way this broad moves her ass. I want stick my cock right into that ass."
"She's with a guy," Bucknoff pointed out. "So what! So was Lorraine, don't forget. Besides, this guy is shorter than she is. He looks like a real nurd. Now, this is what I'm going to do. I'm going to hop out and follow them. You follow along in the car. Okay?"
"Yeah. But, it's jammed around here."
"Then we'll just keep following them until we find an isolated spot. If we have to spend hours at it it's worth it. I'm jumping out here, Jerry. Just keep awake and keep your eyes open."
Libratti opened the door, stepped out, and closed the door. He ran over to the pavement and quickly walked along until he caught up with the woman and the man. He followed along behind them.
As he did so, he studied the woman's back. There were freckles beneath her neck and her shoulder bones stuck out just enough to be erotic. There was not a trace of fat on her upper arms as Libratti had noticed on so many other American women, who were otherwise beautiful. Her slightly curly raven hair came down just to her shoulder bones. Libratti thought how fine that was-he liked women with long hair, but not too long.
The woman and the man stopped to look at a display in the window of a shop and Libratti forgot himself and walked up to the window until he was practically standing right next to them. He looked at the display but he couldn't help himself from turning his face and studying the woman. Soon, without even realizing it, he was staring right at her.
She lifted up her arm to point at something in the window and Libratti noticed that her armpits were crammed with long, dark strands of hair. Libratti found this sight to be overwhelmingly erotic and his prick swelled up and filled the front of his pants until he was in pain. He could see that her dark underarm hairs even extended for an inch or two along her arms until they finally thinned out and then petered out entirely.
Libratti knew exactly why he found the woman's underarm hairs to be so exciting. It was almost like seeing her pubic bush right out in the street. It was like being shown some dark, secret feminine erogenous zone in a very pubic manner-and this was highly tantalizing. And it was so savage, Libratti thought, for a woman not to to shave her armpits. So savage and so defiant. And the sudden flash of such savagery only served to heighten this woman's femininity in a very provocative way. Now Libratti knew beyond all doubt that he just had to have this woman.
And then, she suddenly turned and stared right at Libratti. Without any hesitation, he stared right back into her distinct and beautiful blue eyes.
Libratti stopped breathing. What he was seeing now was like a vision. Those oval shaped, tapering blue eyes surrounded and contrasted by all that dark hair. And those protruding breasts hanging and bouncing beneath those exotic blue eyes and that dark hair. And the size of this woman! She was almost as tall as Libratti and he was an inch over six feet. Libratti stared right at the woman's crotch and he imagined that she possessed one of the biggest and darkest bushes ever possessed by a woman. He would not hesitate for a second to run his tongue through such a bush and stick his tongue up into the slit between those long, long, slim legs. He would love to tongue fuck this woman for hours.
But she turned her face away from Libratti and whispered something into the ear of the man she was with. They both laughed and then the man glanced at Libratti. The woman slipped her arm all the way through the man's arm and gripped him tighter. She shot Libratti a final glance, a demeaning glance, he thought, and then the couple walked away.
Libratti was seething with anger and hatred. There was no doubt in his mind that the woman had whispered something about him into that man's ear and that her glances and her other actions were a very purposeful way of tormenting and denigrating him. He wanted to kill that woman right there and then. But Libratti thought to himself-oh, you're going to get it, you stinking whore bitch! You're going to pay for that. If it's the last thing I do I'm going to see that you pay for it.
He kept cool, though, and he continued to follow the couple, from rather far behind. They walked along Third Avenue for several blocks and then turned onto Sixty-First Street.
Libratti quickened his pace, rounded the corner, and spotted the couple. He looked behind him to see if Bucknoff was still following in the Monte Carlo-Libratti was relived to see that he was there.
This part of Sixty-First Street bordered the side of Bloomingdale's department store, the side where all the deliveries of merchandise are made. There were huge semi-trucks which had their trailers backed up to loading platforms and there were several unattached trailers parked parallel along the street. All of the pedestrians walked around the trailers.
Except for the couple which Libratti was following. Libratti saw them walk right into the narrow space between two trailers. Only someone who was staring very directly into the narrow space would see them there. For all intents and purposes they were out of view, right here on the street in Midtown Manhattan.
Libratti sensed that this was a good opportunity. He pulled out his forty-five and felt the switchblade in his coat pocket. He motioned for Bucknoff to pull up behind the trailers. This would serve not only to block off all view of the narrow space, but also for a quick getaway.
As soon as Libratti entered the narrow space, Bucknoff pulled up behind it.
Libratti stopped and looked ahead of him.
The man had pulled the woman close to him and he had his arms around her. He kissed the raven -haired beauty passionately and then he lifted her T-shirt right up, exposing her unhaltered breasts, and began to kiss her firm, uplifted mountains of tit flesh all over. Libratti could see that her red, circular aureoles protruded from the tips of her tits and that her nipples were like large buttons. The man took the woman's left nipple between his teeth and bit down on the hard disc of flesh. Then he grasped her tit with his hand and pushed as much of her shapely mammary gland into his mouth as he could. He slurped his saliva all over the woman's breast and then kissed her on the mouth again while he continued to fondle each of her abundant tits.
They were not aware in the slightest that Libratti had walked right up to them. They did not know that he was pointing the barrel of a Forty-Five automatic pistol at the man's head.
Libratti cleared his throat.
The man and woman turned and looked at Libratti and of course their faces instantly filled up with shock, and then fear, when they saw the gun. The fear remained on the man's face, and was soon transformed to terror, but after getting over her initial shock, a wide grin appeared upon the woman's face. She seemed more curious than anything else, genuinely intrigued.
Libratti looked at her.
"You think this is a joke?" He inquired.
"Isn't everything?" She replied.
A smile played upon Libratti's face. Of course she was right. If you looked at things in the right way. If you reacted to things in the right way. Libratti wondered how this woman would react to real, outright violence.
He suddenly swung his arm to the right and slammed the pistol into the side of the man's head. There was a cracking sound and blood appeared in his hair. The man grabbed his head and went down on one knee. Libratti smashed the butt of the pistol down on top of his head and there was another cracking sound and more blood splattered all over his hair. He fell down onto his back and lay upon the asphalt, perfectly still and quite except for his heavy breathing.
The woman wasn't grinning any longer. A look of shock came across her face once more and she was breathing heavily.
Libratti pulled his switchblade out of his coat pocket, snapped open the blade, and lashed out with the weapon at the woman. She froze in terror and Libratti very expertly sliced the silvery point across her chest so that he just barely cut through the flesh at the tops of her tits. A thin, red line appeared on each of her full, hanging breasts.
Now the woman' face was plainly full of terror. The specter of real danger and violence had entered into her brain. For all she knew this guy could be an absolutely homicidal maniac.
"Get down on your fucking knees!" Libratti hissed at her. The woman was just starting to turn as if she were going to run away but Libratti darted forward very quickly and placed the tip of his knife against her Adam's apple.
"Mercy," she humbly and softly pleaded.
"Mercy?" Libratti cynically replied with a snare. "You dare ask for mercy? What mercy did you show for me before when you whispered to that man about me and then held on to him tightly so that you could show your rejection of me. Were you considerate about my feelings then. No, you weren't, were you?"
"Take it in your mouth, cunt!" Libratti commanded. "Take it all into your mouth right now!"
He pressed the point of his knife against the top of her head.
The woman brought her face forward, opened her mouth, and slipped her lips over the head of Libratti's penis. She slid her lips all the way down to the base of his huge cock until Libratti's entire penis had vanished.
