Perhaps it was the gloominess of the day, or perhaps it was the close call Shana had when coming in through Customs. In any case, the slender, petite woman with the black wig felt depressed. She belted her blue raincoat all the more tightly around her waist as she carried her own suitcase from the airport. Twice she refused help from one of the porters, her hazel eyes looking this way and that, making certain no one was watching her more than usual. She was always watched to some extent. It was the price she had to pay for being a beautiful woman.
At the age of twenty-eight, Shana Maher was still a stunning eyeful. Normally she had Irish-red hair, cut short and fluffed around her head almost in a halo. Her nose was short but upturned, between two brilliant brown eyes and above a heart-shaped pair of lips, all set in an oval face that was as white as the driven snow. Her figure was classic, and as a result, men were always looking at her, no matter what she was wearing. She knew what was in their minds. If anyone knew what the men were thinking, it was Shana Maher.
She had just come from Ireland where she had delivered three trunks filled with all kinds of explosives to the IRA. Not that Shana was one of those fanatics who cared whether or not Ireland was free from the British. All she cared about was the money she received for the goods she peddled. Somehow she was more worried on the return trip, with a trunk full of money than she was when going, bringing along all that plastic explosive. The plastic explosive was molded into the shapes of various animals, to theoretically be sold in gift shops. But the money, now that was a different story. Neither she nor her partner trusted banks, so she had to bring the money back through Customs.
The trunk was waiting for her on the sidewalk, and she hailed a cab and gave him her address in Brooklyn. The cabbie shot away from Kennedy Airport and three quarters of an hour later, he was helping Shana carry the trunk, along with her suitcase, up to her small apartment on Fourteenth Avenue. She tipped him and he left, and then she went to the phone, dialed a number, and when she heard the receiver on the other end picked up, all she said was, "I'm back!" Then she hung up.
Hurriedly changing from her travel clothes to a bright pink dress, she removed the black wig and revealed her golden-red hair. Quickly combing it out and styling it, she left the apartment and headed for the nearby church. There, she knelt and prayed, giving thanks for her safe return. She lit a candle, and then went back to her apartment and waited.
Less than an hour after her return, the door buzzer sounded. She walked down the long hall to the front door, opened it, and let the man in. He was tall, a good six feet in height. His skin was olive, and he had the kind of face most women swooned over. Shana would have been no exception, had it not been for her somewhat religious upbringing.
Morality was the one thing her parents had stressed. Never sell yourself to a man. Never give yourself to a man who isn't your husband. Have nothing sexually to do with men other than your husband. As a result, Shana had come to despise all men. She had never married, and she was a twenty-eight-year-old virgin.
"Well," the tall, vibrant man with the aquiline nose said, following her into the apartment. "Tell me about your trip."
He wore an immaculate blue suit, expensively tailored. Though his association with Shana had been profitable, she was well aware of what went on in his mind. More than once he had broached the subject of an affair. He wasn't the type to marry. Shana had flatly rejected the idea, and once he had even walked out, swearing he would never return. Knowing him as she did, Shana hurried after him and pleaded with him to return, telling him that someday, when she got over what she falsely referred to as her fear of committing so heinous a sin, she would grant him the opportunity he had been seeking.
The living room was small, with an old, but very well-kept sofa against the right wall. It was gold-clothed, with walnut for the frame.
Shana sat on the sofa, while Conally Morse sat in the blue chair near the window, able to look out at the gloomy day. Con, as he was known, had been amazingly patient with Shana considering her consistently putting him off. Even Shana had to admit he had been patient, and at the moment showed no signs of losing that patience. He was her partner in this operation, the one with all the contacts. Each time a delivery was made, it had to be made in a different place, to different people, and using different passwords. Con had all the contacts, and Shana needed him if she was to continue living satisfactorily. That is, she had needed him. This last delivery and pay-off would assure her of a financially secure future. She listed herself as a registered nurse when tax time came around, and she always filed an honest return. The IRS had never had cause to question her or call her down, and once she had banked her share of the money, she would have enough so that the interest on her savings would be more than enough to see her through' the rest of her life.
"It was uneventful, as usual," she replied. "To begin with, I had David, the man in the apartment downstairs, drive me to the airport. Poor David! He's as bad as you when it comes to wanting me. He keeps trying to convince me I need a man."
"You do," Con shrugged.
"I need no one," Shana said with narrowed eyes. "Since leaving my parents, I've gotten on well enough alone. No man has ever touched me, and no man ever will. I don't need men."
"Go on," the black-haired man insisted.
"At the airport," she told him, "I had no trouble boarding the plane. There was a woman across the aisle from me wearing a mink coat. Someday, when the interest in my savings account is high enough, I'll have the minks instead of these women who don't deserve them."
"You amaze me," Con told her, shaking his head. "Here you are, bragging one minute about being able to live alone, and in the next minute you envy some woman wearing a mink. Don't you know by now there's only one way for a woman to have a mink."
"Ohh?" Shana asked. "How is that?"
"The same way a mink has a mink," he replied, letting it sink in, making Shana blush.
"Don't be disgusting," Shana insisted. "By the way, even though you've been the one with the contacts, I've been the one taking all the risks, doing all the dirty work. I think I should get a bigger share of the money."
"Make like a mink and I'll be only too happy to give you a slightly bigger share," he assured her.
"I hate it when you talk that way," she gasped. "At times like that, I hate you, personally."
"Hate is merely the other side of the coin," he reminded her, smiling. "If there's so much hate, there has to be love."
"Don't flatter yourself," she snapped.
"Go on with your story," he insisted, standing and walking about the room.
He walked to the small round table between the two windows and fingered the ticking alarm clock there. Shana had this fetish for ticking clocks. There were at least two in every room. They were seven-day clocks, and when the cleaning woman came on Saturdays, she was the one who wound them up and made certain all of them kept perfect time.
"After I made the delivery, I had to wait around for five days, to make it look as if I were finishing up some business," she shrugged.
"What did you do during those five days?" he asked.
"What I do best-nothing," she replied. "If there's anything I truly enjoy doing, it's absolutely nothing. Now I can sit around for the rest of my life and either watch TV, read, go to an occasional movie, and listen to the radio. I'll be able to stay in bed until noon every day, and then take my time getting up and dressing."
"How was the trip back?" he asked.
"Uneventful," she replied.
"Would you like to go out to eat?" he wanted to know.
"Of course," she smiled. "You're always so good to me, Con. I think I'm going to miss you now that all this is coming to an end."
"We can still be friends," he assured her as she rose to her feet.
"Friendship with you is a dangerous thing," she insisted. "You always have only one thing in mind."
"I won't deny it," he nodded, helping her on with her raincoat. "I believe in being open and honest concerning my feelings."
"So do I, darling," she smiled, and led the way out of the apartment.
The two of them walked three blocks to the main thoroughfare, and there, turned left and walked two more blocks to the large restaurant. As they were about to enter, a family with three children came out, and Shana automatically smiled.
"I love children," she said to Con. "If there was some way to have them without having to go through the degrading physical conception, I think I would have a dozen kids by now."
"I'm sure," he nodded.
The restaurant was small, almost intimate, with tables in the rear. The two of them were ushered to an empty table, and seated. They scanned menus, and Shana said, "Since you're paying, I'm going to have a small feast. In Ireland good food isn't that easy to find."
"By all means," Con nodded.
He, himself, had a steak with mashed potatoes and green peas. He neither said anything nor looked askance at the way she had two turkey dinners, three side dishes of Swedish meatballs, and four different desserts. It was obvious she had an overactive metabolism, because anyone else eating as she did would have weighed a good hundred pounds more.
Afterward, they returned to her apartment, and Shana sighed with contentment.
"All I want to do now is get into bed and do absolutely nothing."
CHAPTER TWO
Con had left, and Shana was alone. She had taken a long, hot bath, then had put on fresh undies and a dress, not yet feeling like going to bed. It turned out it was just as well, because the door buzzer sounded, and when she opened the door, she saw it was her neighbor from downstairs, David Jeffreys.
"David!" she said, astonished. "What are you doing here?"
"Actually," David said, flashing a badge, "I'm a private investigator working for someone who has wanted you stopped for a long time now, Shana What's more, after today, I have all the information to stop you."
"What are you talking about?" she gasped, stepping back into the apartment, and he followed.
David was a slender man, balding, in his late forties or early fifties, exceptionally good-looking, with clear eyes and a keen alert mind. Shana had always enjoyed speaking with him on a number of subjects, but she had never discussed her work.
"My partner followed you to Ireland," he told her, showing her photos of herself on the plane, getting off in Ireland, meeting with various people, standing with the contraband she had smuggled into the country, and counting the money she had received.
"What are you going to do?" she asked.
"That depends on you. You see, I followed you when you returned here, and I watched you. I know where you went to eat, what you ate, and I was able to overhear everything you said."
"I suppose you're telling me this because you want a payoff?" she asked. "Fine, I'll pay you. How much money?"
"The first half sounds like a good idea," he nodded. "But as to your paying money, well, I think the time has come for us to make a change in you. I don't want money. I want another kind of payoff."
"What are you talking about?" she asked.
"I'm talking about fucking," he said, bluntly. "I want your body."
"Don't be disgusting!" she barked at him.
"You amaze me," he said, taking off his jacket. "You really amaze me. I don't understand you."
"What don't you understand?" Shana asked. "You think that because you like sex, I have to like it?"
"How can you like something you've never tried?" he asked, removing his tie. He was wearing a gray suit with white stripes.
"What do you think you're doing?" she wanted to know.
"I'm getting ready to get into bed with you," he told her.
"You're out of your mind," she insisted. "I've tol you more than once, it's a sin. I want nothing to do with it."
"Now that's why you amaze me," he said, walking over to her and undoing the top button of her dress.
When her hand went up to close it, he smacked her hand away and undid the next button.
"Wh-what are you doing?" she gasped.
"Getting ready to fuck you," he replied. "What's more, you're going to do it, too."
"No!" she shouted. "I won't commit a sin."
"That, in itself, is one of the biggest sins of all," he laughed.
"What do you mean?" she asked.
"You won't commit a sin," he snarled, undoing the rest of the buttons on her dress. "Just saying that makes you a hypocrite, dear Shana. Hypocrisy is one of the seven deadly sins."
"I don't think I'm being hypocritical," she insisted as he pulled her full slip up over her head.
"Oh, no? How about that nonsense about how much you love children."
"That's not nonsense," she insisted, standing before him in panties and brassiere, suddenly terrified, knowing if she didn't think fast and talk him out of this, the one thing she had dreaded all her life was going to take place.
"That plastic explosive you sent over to Ireland," he told her, spinning her around, unsnapping her brassiere, then whipping it away from her. "It sometimes blows up little children. But you don't care as long as you get your money. That's not only hypocritical, but greedy," he insisted as she crossed her arms over two, full, perfect breasts with pink-tipped nipples.
"Stop this!" she insisted.
He laughed harshly and undid his belt buckle, dropping his pants, revealing the huge bulge that sent his under shorts way out in front of him. "Even an hour ago, you were asking your partner for a bigger cut of the money. That, too, is greed, Shana dear. Another of the seven deadly sins."
"You're very good with words," she gasped. "Too good! You turn and twist everything I say, making it all seem like lies. I hate you, David. I hate you with all my heart."
"Hate-the third of the seven sins," he mocked, removing his shirt.
"Stop this!" she yelled.
"These old apartment buildings have nice, thick plaster walls," he laughed. "Yell your head off!"
"Get out!" she yelled, backing away from him. "I don't want you here. Get out!"
"You want me, but you won't admit it. You need me."
"I don't need you," she snapped. "I don't need any-one."
"You don't need anyone?" he taunted. "False pride, Shana, love. Pride, another of the deadly sins. The fourth sin you've committed dear, Shana."
"Please," she whimpered. "Don't do this to me. I don't want this. This is more sinful than anything you claim I've done. All I want is to be left alone. I want to do nothing, absolutely nothing."
"Sloth," he laughed harshly, kicking off his shoes. "The fifth of the sins."
"You're twisting everything I say," she insisted.
"Remember what you heard earlier, about the only way to get a mink?"
"Don't, David, don't do this terrible thing," she begged.
"Remember how you said you saw that woman on the plane wearing one, and you didn't think she deserved it, and how you wished you were able to afford one? My listening device is very good. I heard everything."
"Don't!" she sobbed, turning away from him as he pulled off his socks, standing on one foot at a time.
"That was envy," he told her. "The sixth of the seven deadly sins."
"I think I'm going mad," she gasped, trying to clap her hands over her ears.
"No you're not, love," he assured her. "You're about to become a fulfilled woman for the first time in your life. However," he told her, suddenly slipping his hands into the waistband of her panties and yanking them down around her ankles before she had a chance to stop him. When she refused to lift her feet, he simply tore them from her ankles. "In the restaurant, you ate more than any three people I know. I saw you."
"Now you're saying it's a sin to enjoy food?" she gasped.
"Gluttony, dear Shana, gluttony. The seventh of the seven sins. You, who claim you don't want to commit a sin, have committed all seven of the seven deadly sins. Do you realize lust isn't even listed among the seven sins? Yet you maintain it's sinful to fuck."
He gripped her arm and pulled her unwilling body along to the bedroom. There, he pulled back the bedspread and hurled her onto the bed, saying, "See? I'm doing this right. I'm not trying to grab you in the back seat of a car, nor am I trying to screw you on the floor. Only a bed is good enough for sweet Shana."
"David, don't ... please!"
"Oh, but in order to please, I have to," he insisted.
She kicked at him, and he gripped her ankles and tugged them apart. In an instant he was between them, pressing his weight on top of hers, and Shana, aghast, became aware of the throbbing lance pressing against her soft, helpless white flesh. He was going to do it! He fully intended burying the steaming length of it in the narrow virginal embouchure between her thighs.
"Don't!" she begged. "I'll do anything ... anything ..."
"Oh you will," he nodded. "You'll do anything I want-seven times, once for each sin, and then I'll tell my client I was unable to find out anything about you. Seven times, Shana. I'm not unreasonable. After the seventh time I'll turn around and walk out of your life forever. Then you can go on committing all those other sins again, but not as a virgin. Your virginity is one prize that belongs to me."
"But I don't want to sleep with you," she insisted.
"Fine," he shrugged. "Then I'll turn your name over to the British authorities. They, in turn, will contact the U.S. Government, and will request that you be turned over to them for crimes against the Crown. Make up your mind, Shana. You either do things my way, or go to prison. The IRA will make a heroine out of you. In fact, they'll order you to go on a hunger strike to replace one of their people in prison already dead, and if you refuse, you'll be shot or stabbed or blown up. So you'll have a choice of starving to death, or being killed by the IRA. Or you can fuck for me ... seven times, and after the seventh time, I'll turn around and walk out of your life forever."
"All right," she gasped, feeling his weight on her. "But not like this ..."
"Just like this," he snapped. "The first of the seven deadly sins is Pride. We have to take that pride away from you, Shana. I have to humble you a little."
"Don't be so crude," she gasped, suddenly kicking at him, pulling out from under him, thinking if she had to go through with this horror, let it at least be in the dark, with the covers pulled over the two of them. She didn't want to look at the way he would violate her helpless body. She wanted gentleness, tenderness, even if she wasn't going to receive love.
David was off the bed again, cornering her, grabbing her arm, shoving her toward the bed again, anxious to get on with it. Like all the others, he too had waited. The only difference was, he had not let her know. He hurled her onto the bed, one of two twin beds in the room, and she once more flailed wildly in an attempt to get up, only to be pushed right back down again. Once more he lay beside her, his arm around her naked waist, trying to press his mouth to hers, wanting more than sex, for he was enamored of the redhead, and though he knew she didn't love him, he wanted more than mere fucking. His mouth pressed itself firmly against her lips in a powerful, willful kiss, letting her know how determined he was to have her.
"Huuuummmmphhhhh ... " the lovely redheaded Shana moaned, kicking her slender white legs out and pounding against David's back with her fists. But all she succeeded in doing was getting him that much more aroused. Realizing this, she stopped, hoping if she put up no resistance whatsoever, he would dislike handling "dead meat."
But David was aware of the behavior of women- especially red-haired Irish women with tempers and desires that matched the color of their hair. This one was going to come around. She had a lot of fight in her, but conquering her would be that much more worthwhile. His hand slid along her naked thigh, running smoothly up and down the fleshy column, feeling the softness, the tenderness, the enjoyable feel of her. Her flesh was like warm silk covering satin, and her clamped thighs hid that most precious treasure, the one no other man had ever been able to plumb. Now it was going to be his.
"You might as well relax, Shana," he crooned to her, his hand tightening its grip as his arm grasped her waist. He rolled closer to her, once again trying to force those columnar thighs apart, aware of her constant attempts to resist him. He was amused by it all. David knew himself to be an extraordinary lover, and those women with whom he had made love, always wanted more. When he had time, he gave them more. But Shana was new, different, another world to conquer, and conquer her he would.
His hand forced her slender thighs to separate. She strained, but it was to no avail. He had her thighs opening, and now his middle finger reached out and probed between her soft vaginal lips, lips no male had ever touched before. Even her gynecologist was a female. He touched the slippery wetness in the crevice of her seething cunt.
"David!" she shrieked in protest, totally unused to what she was feeling, her body thrashing to remove him.
But his finger was already pressed into the delicate center of her, spreading the tantalizing split of her wetly cringing vaginal labia wider apart, rubbing his finger back and forth until it found the tender bud of her clitoris, a nubbin unused to any kind of heavy friction, and he began a steady massaging motion.
"Stop it!" Shana gasped, loudly protesting the way he was handling her helpless body. "It hurts! You're hurting me down there!" she insisted, trying hard to twist away.
The bedspread was already rumpled beneath them as the two of them began thrashing wildly on the bed. The overpowered, redheaded woman became more and more frightened as she realized David, at this point wasn't paying the least little bit of attention to her wants and needs. He was doing to her what she had done to other men all her life: he was using her for his own benefit, and if some good came of it for her, well fine and dandy. If not, too bad. The man was bent on carrying out his threat, and her mind reeled under the thought. Seven times! Over how long a period? She knew men didn't have the stamina women supposedly had. How long would it take him to violate her body seven times? Was it possible for him to do it all in a twelve or twenty-four hour period? Doubtful! It would take days, maybe weeks. Maybe he was one of those men who didn't believe in at least one copulation a day, in which case she would be with him a long, long time. The worst part of it was, she didn't dare try to escape. He obviously knew all about her arms and explosive smuggling, and he wasn't the kind of man stupid enough to keep the information solely in his head. No doubt he had everything on paper, and he intended that if anything happened to him, that information would be passed on by someone else.
"Why?" she gasped. "Why me?"
"Don't you understand?" David asked. "You're untouchable. No man has ever been able to have you. That's a privilege I feel reserved for me. I drove you to the airport just to make sure you went on Aer-Lingus Airlines, and I followed in a private plane. I watched how you managed to get all that stuff through Customs once you were over there. You're a cool bitch, Shana, an amazing woman. I admire you. In fact, since you're retiring, when all this is over, if you can find it within yourself to feel about me as I do about you, maybe we'll form a partnership of our own. There's as much money in tracking down smugglers as there is in smuggling. The only risk is in making certain the smuggler doesn't know who you are. Now who would suspect a lovely lady like you of being a detective? I think you'd like that, Shana."
"Yes," she nodded, thinking she would do or say anything to delay the inevitable. "Let's talk about it. Let's make plans."
"We will," he assured her. "But first, you have to go through with your part of the bargain. Look at it this way, Shana. If you're really good enough in bed, we might even marry. Then a man can't testify against his wife."
CHAPTER THREE
Shana realized the man was letting her know, in his own way, that he was capable of falling in love with her. God! She had no desire to spend the rest of her life being welded to this man every night. Still, she had to make him think she would consider it.
"We have to discuss this with clear heads," she insisted. "Sex can only block our thinking."
"You're right," he agreed. "So let's get the sex out of the way."
"No!" she gasped.
"I've waited so long, so very long," he insisted, muttering wetly into her shell-shaped ear as his hand moved insistently between her tantalizing thighs again, his palm covering the moist area of her cunt as his finger rummaged in and out of the sloshy center. She was tight, but wet, letting him know how capable she was of being aroused.
"Get off me ... get off me ..." she helplessly moaned, struggling and kicking and fighting, trying hard to shove him away.
The frightened redheaded Irish-descended woman didn't feel anything other than pain. What was more, she had no desire to feel pleasure inducements from this particular man, even though he was handsome enough. Damn him! He had tricked her, moving into the apartment below hers, pretending to be her friend, taking her shopping when there was no one else around, coming into her home to carry her bundles, and obviously planting his little "bugs" in order to pick up everything she said to Con. Why he probably even had a bug in her telephone.
Shana had never envisioned herself with a man, though from time to time she had seen herself relaxing romantically, her brow being stroked by some lover who would be content to lavish affection on her without wanting to get physical. Now all such dreams were about to be cruelly shattered. She had laughed at him from within, noting the way he doted on her, aware that he was trying to "reach" her, even now, much as he had tried earlier. But he was a man, and men wanted only one thing. All men were cruel and vicious. Her mother had warned her as much when she had been a little girl. Women were merely receptacles to be used for the pleasure of men. Had it been up to Shana's mother, neither she nor her sister would have been born. Her mother had hated the touch of any and every man.
David had been more polite than most males, and had never made a direct advance before, obviously waiting, just waiting. Now his waiting was about to pay off.
"You're a horrible person," she finally sighed. "You're no better than any of the other animals."
Her hazel eyes were filled to the brim with burning tears, and her brilliant red hair was now mussed and tangled because of the way her head rubbed itself on the pillow, beneath. The cover had come off the pillow.
David stared down at her and had to admit she was an absolutely beautiful woman-but a woman with no conscience and no scruples save what was good for Shana Maher. He would have to watch her very carefully. He had been weak for a moment, offering her the proposition of joining him in his work, and he had seen how she had accepted, expecting him to get off her so the two of them would be able to discuss it. But when he had shown no eagerness to comply with her desires, she had reverted to type again. Her last words had inflamed him even more.
He knew now, in only a matter of moments he was going to possess her-this lovely creature who had kept so many men dangling for so long. Let her scream her head off. He didn't give a damn. He was going to fuck her in spite of her protests. There was no way he was going to be put off any longer. The pulsating of his stone-rigid phallus told him as much, and he tightly gritted his teeth, letting his body press all the more firmly against hers so that his cock rubbed her thigh again.
"You're quite a bitch, Shana!" he snapped at her. "I would have made things nice and easy for you if you had been more compliant. But it's obvious you want it the hard way. Well that's the way you're gonna get it."
"No ... wait ... tonight ... when it's dark ... I'll do anything you want ... anything you say ... please ..."
"Sure, like you'd do anything so many other men wanted if they waited long enough, only they found that by waiting, you managed to get away somehow. You're not going to tease me the way you teased all those others. I have no intention of taking my lust for you out on the hapless body of some other willing female. That wouldn't be right anymore, Shana. You're the reason for my erection, and this time you're the one who'll have to make the swelling go down, and you'll have to do it the right way."
The helpless captive female smuggler turned her lovely face away, feeling the burning tears sliding down her cheeks, her face flushed a bright red as she clamped her eyes tightly shut. There was no getting away from it this time. He was going to do it no matter how hard she fought, no matter what she said. He was being intractable, unyielding, and she shuddered.
Some of the fight was suddenly knocked out of her with the realization that no matter how hard she struggled, this time she wasn't going to get away. This time she was trapped, totally helpless.
One of his hands was freely roaming her white body, touching her here and there, getting her more aroused than she wanted to admit. His other hand, the one between her thighs, was the hand really working on her, massaging her clitoris repeatedly, at first hurting it, then as oil eased some of the friction, making it feel sensations she had never known before. His middle finger was running in and out of her tight little hole, not sinking too deep, afraid of puncturing her hymen, or of causing her acute pain without puncturing it.
She gasped as his finger continued its movement in and out of her seething sump, feeling floods of liquid ooze from within her, feeling ashamed of the fact. Shana writhed helplessly under his touch, moaning softly, doing her best to avoid his fingering, but each time she pulled back, he simply shoved forward that much harder until his finger slipped wetly along the wall of her vaginal cavern, sliding by her hymen without hurting it. Her inner womanly walls, feeling his finger so deep inside her, suddenly came clamping together, all but crushing the digit. He rotated it tantalizingly inside her, causing more and more of the love-juices in her seething pussy to come forth. Shana had never been so wet inside before in her life. She realized her body was merely responding automatically to what the man was doing to her. Because of her hymen, he was unable to rotate the finger, but as long as he kept it pressed against the upper right-side of her vaginal wall, touching nothing, he was able to slither it in and out, in and out. Oils splashed out of her.
David knew what he was doing. He wanted her soddenly wet when he finally probed into her with his thick cock. He had a really thick one, too. In fact, he was much longer and thicker than most, and he knew her virginal cave would growl considerably when it felt itself being helplessly stretched.
Determined to make her interior as wide as possible before plugging his cock into her, the man slowly inserted a second finger into her, feeling around with care, this time letting the second finger go toward the bottom left side of her canal in an attempt to avoid touching her hymen. It was almost impossible to work the second finger into her. She was so tight, so narrow. God! As it was, the redheaded woman was gasping, crying out in agony as he continued his digital intrusion. David didn't for one moment mistake her gasps for ecstasy. He knew she was in pain. Still, he had to stretch her a little more if she was going to handle that massive penis of his.
With his two fingers embedded deep inside her cunt, both managing to avoid touching her hymen, the excited private investigator felt quivering shudders rampantly charging through her quiveringly helpless body. She whimpered and moaned and groaned, clenching her teeth, and thus keeping the sounds muffled.
He slid his fingers in and out with great care, trying hard to avoid touching the delicate membrane inside, also aware of her continual creaming so that she became more and more jellied inside. His fingertips even managed to touch her cervical opening about four inches inside, and she jerked when he rubbed it.
Shana continued writhing and squirming beneath the fingering attack of this man who had done to her what she had done to so many other men: he had bested her. There was little she was able to do against his superior strength. By now, she was well aware no matter how hard she struggled, her plight was hopeless. Yet she would not give up. The weight of his masculine torso pressing against hers, added to the searching of his hands as his fingers probed and dug made her resistance become more and more futile. Her mind was more clearly aware of his strong erection jerking salaciously against the quivering flesh of her exposed thigh.
Suddenly David lifted his body up off hers, sitting back on his naked knees, and Shana opened her eyes. She saw him staring at her, admiring her from top to bottom as she lay with her legs around his, her cunt wide open, the rich pinkness within in plain view.
Her eyes went down to the huge log between his thighs, and she gasped. It looked even longer now than it had felt before. Dear God! How was it possible for any human female to contain such a monster within her timorously quaking, narrow depths? Yet it was obvious hers wouldn't be the first vagina this organ was going to plumb. By the same token, she was certain it wouldn't be the last. She was merely one in a number to be used. The cock stared back at her with its one eye, insolently letting her know of its desire to "see" inside her. He was going to do it ... now!
David's breath was as rapid as that of a hound in heat as she waited in helpless horror for the dreadful attack she was about to undergo at the hands of this lust-crazed man who was all but slavering as he looked at her. It dawned on her that her nakedness had an even more stimulating effect on him than ever before, but the worst part of it was, when she looked at his nakedness, she felt something other than disgust. She felt arousal, arousal she ought not to have felt. By feeling these sensations inside her, she was aware of a sense of thrilling delight that brought her down to his level.
The totally inexperienced woman felt David knee his way closer between her widespread thighs, his exposed, pulsing penis throbbing and ready to plunge directly into her. She gritted her teeth tightly, trying hard to fight back the urge to scream as her wet cuntlips felt the pressure of his oily penile tip. His hand was gripping the base of it to make certain its aim remained true. He was truly massive, and to the terror-stricken redheaded smuggler the end seemed near. She was certain when he tore her hymen out of her, he would also kill her. She would probably bleed to death. That thick head of his would probably tear her vaginal lips to shreds upon entry.
Oh, no! Oh, dear God! There was no way on earth he'll fit it inside me. This is impossible! No! No! No!
But even as these thoughts continued charging through her shuddering mind, she felt the bloated tip slowly but surely making its way ever deeper inside her, straining to widen her narrow inner entrance.
Her openly splayed vagina throbbed with pain as the pulsing head of his gigantic mastodon-like organ continued pressuring harder and harder against the tightly narrow elastic ring of her shuddering vagina. Then, with a single gigantic effort, he threw back his head and with an insane jerk of his shoving hips, he let his loins carry themselves forward in a merciless onslaught into the whimpering woman.
The lust-aching phallus poured into her like a great flood of flesh at high tide, charging uncontrollably forward, bursting and smashing her maidenhead as it sought to block its way, ripping the membrane right out of her. The pounding penis pushed deeper and deeper until his dangling testicles smashed solidly against the roundnesses of her upturned buttocks. He felt her fleshy asscheeks flattening like a nose against a window pane as he squirmed his hips all the more solidly, thrusting that much more virilely into her widespread feminine dehiscence.
God! Ever since he had first seen her, David Jeffreys had wanted her. She was beautiful, she was slender, she was a walking dream come true, and for all she was doing with her smuggling, she was still an unbroken bit of porcelain for she would permit no sins within her while committing all seven deadly sins on the outside.
David's head all but flopped back and forth as he hurled himself down, the palms of his hands digging into her shoulders, gripping them tightly for support as he thrust, then thrust again, and thrust one more time into the nakedly exposed tightness of her teeming vaginal mouth. God! It felt so good to plunder her vulnerability. True, he was using everything as an excuse to fuck her, but the simple truth was, by doing this, he had indeed slammed the pride right out of her.
He drew his hands down her back with a savory deliberateness and gripped her waist tightly for a second, then clasped her hips so that his fingers fitted themselves into the crease between her thighs and her torso, his thumbs reaching outward and around to dig themselves into her tantalizing buttocks. He tugged the molded half-moons solidly against his downward-driving onrush, then held his wildly throbbing penis totally inside her while he rotated his hips and his cock, moving the thick organ around and around in ever-widening circles, stretching the tenderly aching walls of her never-before used vagina. The blood-bloated head pushed deeper and deeper, crushing against the rubbery backwall.
"Ohhhh ... uuuhhhh ... n-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o ... aaaaiiiieeeee ... that huuurrrtttssss ... stop ... stop ... stop ..."Shana begged, her body squirming like a gaffed marlin.
The pain was more than her shudderingly helpless body was able to withstand. Her virginity had been totally rent apart. In spite of all the other sins she had committed, she had never, but never done anything carnal before, keeping her feminine interior sacrosanct. But now she was no longer the pure woman she had previously been, and this animal of a man was rocking back and forth on top of her like some kind of massive giraffe in heat, fucking into her tender cunt as if it were something that had been used with regularity.
What a vile excuse for a human being he was. How dare he do this terrible thing to her?
She wanted to cry out in desperate agony and hate at the same time, but she felt herself slipping into the pleasant euphoria of a faint as the man's rigidly pulsating wand continued battering all the more powerfully and deeply into her quivering interior. She was certain the bedspread below her was drenched with her red blood.
David lowered his eyes, lifting his body, watching the full length of his wetly pulsating penis glisten with her secretions from crown to balls as he continued plunging it repeatedly into the narrow tightness of her womanly oscitancy. The littlest tinge of pink told him she had bled just a bit, but the bleeding had already stopped in spite of his continuing friction. He stared at the gleaming edges of her tantalizing pussy-flesh, all pink and scalloped each time his cock drew back. The organ then rammed forward, and it looked as if he: agonized cunt was a mouth that was swallowing his cock whole. His eyes opened wider at the salaciously delightful sight. God! She had one tight pussy down there, and it was as luscious to look at as it was to feel around his thrusting penis. He established a regular rhythmic thrusting and withdrawal, in and out, in an*. out, filling her with all of himself, and enjoying it immensely.
David was panting all the more heavily now, and his head rolled from side to side while rivulets of perspiration ran into his eyes, making them sting This only roused him that much more, and he surged his cock all the more deeply into her, thrusting harder and harder, making her slide up on the bed a little with each driving lunge until her head was hitting the headboard. She moaned with pain at every lunge. The punishing instrument in her seething chamber seemed to enlarge even more now, becoming thicker and thicker until great floods trembled at the dam. He tensed his buttocks, scratching his nails along the skin of her back, while with every forward surge he shuddered from his heels to his maddeningly thwacking testicles as they beat against her tender perineum.
There was no holding David back, now. He had to empty his sperm into this woman, perhaps cleansing her of some of the other sins she had committed in the process. Yes, he felt her writhing under him, moaning in her immobility, her thrashing movements inciting him to pound even more strongly into the narrowness of her seething recess, right into the depths of her squirming belly. The man groaned in delightful agony until he felt he was no longer going to be able to withstand it.
Shana was completely helpless, but in her helplessness she felt something else building inside her. God! She was starting to feel it! This was something Gina, her girl-friend had mentioned to her some time earlier. This feeling of delectability, something she would never have believed in a million years to really exist, was building in the seething center of her. She was on the verge of something new, different, exquisite, incomprehensible, because her mother had at no time prepared Shana for this. The sensation continued building higher and higher, and Shana, totally out of control, found herself responding to David's thrusts. Her hips lifted each time he nailed his hard cock into her, and her cunt literally sucked on his penis, pulling strongly at it as she felt the overwhelming thrill build rapidly inside her. She would never have believed such feelings-didn't, in fact, when Gina had mentioned them. Higher, higher, higher, and suddenly she was in an entirely different world.
"GGGGHHHAAA YYYAAAIII YYYYEEEEAAA GGGHHHHAAAA NNNGGGHHH!" she shrieked, her body bouncing madly up and down, up and down, up and down, tugging his cock even more deeply into her as the orgasm literally swamped her.
At this point David was unable to keep himself under control. He groaned in agonized glory until he was no longer able to stand it. He quaked, quivered, and tensed, his body arching in a long curve as the blazing forest fire flashed through him and hot, white semen broke loose and rushed into Shana's body in boiling profusion, the rock-like shaft of his penis jerking and quivering as it emptied itself again and again.
"AAAHHHHUUUNNNGGG HHHAAARRR-GGGG HHHAAANNNGGGHHH!" he bellowed, and realized as he squirted into her this was the best orgasm he had ever had, and if it was an indication of things to come, he would enjoy Shana a lot longer than he had initially stated.
CHAPTER FOUR
Now that the total pleasure was past, Shana lay there, feeling completely helpless, not knowing what to think or do. The pride she'd had in maintaining her virginal status was totally destroyed. The worst part was, she had enjoyed it, and David knew she had enjoyed it.
He had permitted her to belt on a robe after she had taken a long shower, ostensibly to wash him out of her and wash his touch from her body. In reality she had tried scourging herself with hot water in order to punish herself for what she had done.
When Shana emerged from the bathroom, David was already dressed.
"I'll be back tomorrow," he told her.
"You mean you actually think I'll be here tomorrow?" she asked.
"Of course you'll be here tomorrow," he smiled. "Shana, my love, where can you go? Any country that will permit you entry has deportation agreements with the U.S. and England. You can't get away unless you return to Northern Ireland. Do you think you'd be able to live the way they're living over there right now? Besides, if you do go there, and I tell the authorities, your bank accounts will be confiscated. All that ill-gotten gain will be gone. I don't think you'd be able to bear up under that. You'll be here."
"How do I know you'll keep your word?" she asked. "What assurances do I have when the seven times are up that you'll leave me alone?"
"You have my word," he told her. "My word is my bond."
"All right," she nodded. "I suppose I'll have to trust you."
"Good," he smiled. "You won't be sorry."
"I'm already sorry," she told him. "And sore."
"The soreness will pass," he assured her. "I'll be back sometime tomorrow. Sleep well until then."
The moment he was gone, Shana was thinking. First, she would have to transfer her money from U.S. banks to Swiss banks. It wasn't something she wanted to do, but if David was able to gain such power over her, even if he did keep his word, what was there to keep someone else from gaining the same power.
But even the transfer of money would have to wait. She didn't dare trust anyone else to get her a numbered account in a Swiss bank. In order for her to do it, it would mean flying out of the U.S. That, in turn, would mean she would be gone for at least a day. So David would be looking for her, and if he didn't find her, he might make things more than a little difficult for her. No, she had to suffer through six more deviate encounters with him, and after, she would secure her accounts. She had worked long and hard for that money. Shana offered no excuses any longer. Whatever she did, she did for her own benefit. She worked for herself because no one else would work for her. She asked for nothing from anyone, and so offered nothing to anyone. Yet David had taken her single most cherished possession from her, her virginity. What was worse was the fact that he made her like it. How she hated him for it. Someday, somehow, she would make him suffer for it.
But for now, she had to protect herself. The best way to protect herself was to make David think he was getting to her. He had to believe she was falling in love with that horrible stick wedged between his thighs. Hypocritical? Perhaps. But he was going to fuck her once in the name of hypocrisy, anyway, so she felt justified. But she did call Swissair and make reservations for herself on an outgoing flight in a week-and-a-half. By then, David would have used up his seven opportunities.
CHAPTER FIVE
It was a little after two in the morning. Shana had gone to bed two hours earlier, and because of the lassitude brought about by her orgasm, she was able to immediately fall asleep.
David Jeffreys was out sipping a bit more of the grape than he should have. Inside, he was a torn man. He wanted to go on possessing Shana, but he wanted her to willingly accept him. She was unlike any other woman he had known. It was impossible to undo the evils she had done, but he would be able to see to it she committed no further evils.
One of the things Shana didn't know was that David had made his own key to her apartment. Nor was she aware when he let himself into the apartment. He stumbled a little in the dark, but he knew where her bedroom was; straight ahead to the end of the hall, then turn left.
Shana slept with the bedroom door open. Why not! She was alone in the apartment, had nothing to hide from anyone, and until David had come along, felt no need to so much as close the bathroom door. When she had showered after their encounter, she had shut the bathroom door for the first time since moving into that apartment.
Shana's bedroom wasn't overly large. There was barely enough room for her to walk between the foot of her bed and the opposite wall. There was a window in that part of the wall, and at the moment moonlight was shafting its way through, playing over the beautiful redheaded woman as she slept.
Shana turned in her sleep, licking her lips, mumbling, "Fuck ... love fuck ... more fuck ... um-mmmmm ... want fuck ... hhhhmmmmm ..."
He smiled to himself. So she had loved the orgasm after all. The hypocritical bitch! Well, hypocrisy was definitely one of the seven deadly sins, and another reason why he was going to fuck her. Shit! The fact that she was asleep was no reason for him not to do it.
His cock was already stirring inside his trousers. He had left his jacket in his own apartment, along with his tie. His shirt collar was open, and though it was October, and cool out, because Shana needed fresh air when she slept, she had the radiators turned on, and steam heat was fighting with the cool night air.
"Monster ..." Shana mumbled again in her sleep. "David ... monster ... hurt me ... good hurt ... hate him for hurting me ..."
Monster? he thought to himself. Then he mumbled, "You miserable frigid cunt. I fucked you and you loved it, and you still call me a monster? I'll show you."
He fumbled with his clothes, clumsily pulling them off and tossing them onto the other twin bed. Then he staggered about the room to gain his balance. He was going to work on her again, but not with the limp cock presently dangling between his thighs. No sir! He grabbed it and began tugging on it, making it fill with blood, causing it to stiffen a little at a time. Damn it! The booze, the wine was holding him back. He looked at the inviting swell of Shana's chest as he continued stroking his cock, feeling it get rigid as a ramrod. Shana was in a deep sleep at the moment. Well, tough shit! She was about to discover what her fucking hypocrisy was going to bring her. He surveyed her sexy hips and shapely legs through her filmy nightgown. She looked like one helluva sexy woman. Too bad she wasn't as mentally prepared for sex as she was physically.
He leaned over her dormant body, his fingers reaching to the hem of her nightie, and then his fingers moved underneath, touching the soft white flesh of her thighs. His fingers moved higher until they found the elastic legband of her panties. She stirred a bit in her sleep, mumbling, "Monster ... fucked me ... made me feel good ... hurt me ... ummmm ..."
Hypocritical bitch! He didn't give a damn if she awoke now or not. If she did awaken, well so much the better. She should know what the fuck was happening to her. He had to show her as long as he was around, he was boss. She had the habit of teasing men and promising things she never meant to keep, in essence eating away at their masculinity, controlling them, getting what she wanted from them, and giving nothing in return. Her attempted rejection of him would have been castrating had he not known she was this way with other men. Shit! He hadn't allowed her rejection to interfere. He didn't dare allow it to interfere. If he felt any pangs at all, it was because of the way he felt about her as a person. He was sorry about being in love with her, and he was that, all right. If he weren't, he wouldn't have gone out and gotten more than a little soused. Damn! It was frustrating to love a woman who was a bitch!
The man took a deep breath and then tugged the lovely redhead's panties down over her hips, yanking roughly and sliding them off her slender ankles. God! She always smelled so fresh and sweet! Her nightie was up around her waist now, exposing that brilliant red patch of enticing pubic hair to his lascivious stare. As his eyes remained locked on Shana's enticing body, he felt a new, stronger sense of power than before. Once and for all the damn cunt had to learn he was going to have things his way.
He knelt on the bed, a little awkward because the wine made it difficult to keep his balance. Yet he managed to straddle her splayed legs, panting heavily. Little by little he moved over her, his balls dragging from her cunt to her pelvis to her belly, then over the nightie-covered breasts until the top of his cock hovered directly over Shana's slightly parted lips. A drop of clear, sticky dew clung precariously from the very tip of his throbbing phallus, threatening to fall right onto her full lips. Staring down and looking at it, David felt a new surge of excitement at the wanton challenge that lay ahead, for he knew Shana was a long, long way from being totally conquered. He leaned forward and down, and the drop of oily smoothness touched her lips. He pulled back, and a long string seemed to run from the head of his cock* to her lips. Her sleeping mind sent her tongue leaping out and she began licking the oily flow from her lip. Then she smacked her lips together as if she had just sipped a drop of sugar water. She moaned softly in her sleep but still didn't stir. The orgasm had had a somewhat devastating effect on her.
David froze, not breathing for a moment. He was unable to decide whether or not to force his penis into the supple and unresisting mouth, making her suck him off, or should he merely cram his cock into her cunt all over again and fuck her without nothing more ado, before she woke up and knew what the hell was taking place? No! No! That would be too fucking good for her. Why should he fuck her and have her wake up just in time for another orgasm? This cunt had to know what was happening to her, damn her.
He slapped her face with his rigid wand, first the right cheek, then the left cheek, and he bellowed at her to wake up. Again and again he slapped her lovely face with his hard prick, and she responded in her sleep by making a face and yawning, turning her head in an attempt to escape the continual barrage of penile blows.
"Wake up! Wake up you doggone bitch!" David yelled at her, his voice almost loud enough to be heard in the next apartment because the night was so quiet.
Impatient, he forced her lips farther apart and shoved his penis into the lax cavern of her tantalizing mouth. He used his hand to try and cram the delicate flesh around his rigid cock. Shana was blinking her eyes now, though still not fully conscious. The heaviness of needed sleep was still there, but her mouth moved automatically, trying to spit the fleshy hose from her lips. She moaned, and he knew she was coming to life her tongue thrusting against the penis in an attempt to dislodge it.
David smiled and reaching down, he grabbed her by the hair and he began shaking her, causing her head to bob up and down, her mouth sliding back and forth along the throbbing length of his solidly pounding penis. His eyes were wide open, filled with savagery at this point. The veins stood out in his neck, as did the corded muscles. His terrible anger had aligned itself with the frustration he felt because he, like so many others, had fallen in love with Shana, and there was nothing he was able to do about it.
"Suck it, you goddamn hypocritical cunt!" he snapped at her.
Shana came to full consciousness then, but she felt terribly worn-out and weak from her initial orgasm earlier, and as a result her head was spinning, too. As her eyes focused on what was taking place above her, and the realization of what was happening dawned on her, she understood David had returned and was the assailant.
Her arms felt like jelly, and though she tried reaching up and hitting at his face and body, her blows were totally ineffectual. She was at a loss.
Suddenly, in a desperate move to get his penis out of her mouth, she clamped down hard with her teeth. This provoked a howl of pain on David's part, and he angrily slammed her solidly across the face, hitting her so hard, he temporarily knocked her out. She went limp beneath him, and David was suddenly terrified. When he tried reviving her and found he was unsuccessful, he became more anxious than ever before. This also heightened both, his desire for her and his anger.
He climbed off her for a moment, placed his head against her heart and determined for himself she was all right. But she had definitely been frightened by what he had done to her. Her arms were outspread, as if she were being crucified on the bed, and her legs were spread wide apart, giving him a complete and unobstructed view of her tantalizing, bare pussy with its circle of delicately fringed red curls.
Abruptly, David found himself in the grip of an overpowering wave of tenderness. His desire for her made him all the more passionate, and he lowered himself to where he was planting hot, fervid kisses on her seeping cunt. She was so fragrant down there, with a natural feminine essence that was utterly delightful and sweetly pungent, he suddenly discovered he was unable to get enough of her. He licked and sucked at the tantalizingly delicious and fragrant pussy, probing deep inside her, the better to taste her. Shana stirred, but she didn't regain consciousness.
Fuck! he thought What the hell is wrong with me? I must be some kind of monster, taking advantage of her, this way. Granted she's a bitch! But the simple fact is, I love her. Why should I beat her this way and knock her out? I want her! I want her to want me! I need her, damn it all to hell!
Had he been sober he would have rejected this kind of thinking completely. His drunkenness was what made him realize how much he loved this woman who had spurned him and countless other men, as well.
Unable to keep himself under any kind of control, he moved forward and once more sank his ramrod into the tight center of her womanly being. His penis was fairly dripping with heavy oil and he knew he had to have her. It would only be a matter of moments before his straining cock unleashed more of its glorious white fluid inside her. Her wet cunt-hairs grazed the full length of his pulsating rod as he sank headlong into her steaming center again and again. An animal groan came from between his lips as he sank deeper and deeper into the tightness of her narrow vestry.
Shana's eyes fluttered, the lids beating like moth-wings as her mind numbly came awake again. David planted wet, feverish kisses on her eyelids, showering her with kisses all over her lovely cheeks and lips while he began pumping furiously in and out of the seething well of her womanhood, feeling her unresisting cunt still react by surrounding him with natural pressure. He was perspiring profusely at this point, his breath heavy with wine.
Shana regained consciousness again, but this time she was too afraid to open her eyes. This had to be a nightmare, and she wanted it brought to an end as quickly as possible.
She inwardly sighed, aware it would come to a finish shortly because she already felt David's phallus enlarging inside her. His hard, solid drives into her tiny cunt had become more and more convulsive, the tempo of his brutal fucking increasing with every passing second. She knew he would shortly fill her cunt once again, and this time she would have to wait for him to leave before she got up and washed the viscous glue from inside her.
But she wasn't prepared for her own inner self taking over again. Something had seemingly been released inside her, and she found herself taken over by totally unexpected feelings. Her body was once again responding to the hard, rhythmic drives of the powerful penis, and this time the sensations of pleasure were five times more powerful than they had been the first time. Unbelievable pressuring salaciousness came from the sucking vortex of her tantalizing cunt and charged through her loins and underbelly, filling her quaking body. Her unconscious state had also prevented her from mentally fighting him, and her inhibitions had found themselves short-circuited. Her body, not her mind, was responding to what he was doing, and the result was extraordinary delight so powerful, she had been unable to anticipate this even from before, strong as her previous orgasm had been. The man was totally carried away by his own animalistic fucking at this point, and the lovely woman knew he was oblivious to everything other than that which he was feeling at present. She didn't want David to know she was conscious, much less actually enjoying the brutal way he was fucking her. She knew if he found out, he would lord it over her, and she had no wish to give him that kind of satisfaction. So she pretended to wriggle, squirm and moan in her so-called unconscious state. Her arms remained limply lying by her sides, while in reality the pleasurable sensations in the seething depths of her vagina continued building. In fact, she was unable to believe how high the feelings were building in her quivering body.
Hoarse, semi-human grunts and groans filled the air as David continued slamming his cock into her like a maddened beast, battering her delightful vaginal center in an uncontrolled effort to release the oils scalding his prostate into her vagina. Shana tried to mask what she was feeling, her mouth refusing to issue moans of pleasure save to make them sound like gasps of protest, but all this did was egg David on.
She was getting closer and closer to that wonderful reality. The moment of rapture was about to totally overtake her. Even the delay at this point was an exquisite agony. She was panting more and more heavily, but she knew David was so caught up in what he was feeling, he didn't even notice what was taking place inside her. At that moment, the man stiffened for an eternal second, and then with the force of an overpowering tidal wave, his sperm flushed itself into her as he began fucking in time to his spasmodic spurts.
"AAAYYYYAAA NNNGGGG UUUNNNNGGGG HHHHAAA GGGGHHHHHH!" the man bellowed, groaning hoarsely as he pressed himself against Shana's crumpled nightgown.
Shana didn't care. Her own pinnacle had been attained, silently this time, sweetly, wonderfully. Ecstasy washed over her and rocket bursts of magnificent delight blasted through her brain. She fell into a deep sleep all over again, not caring at this point.
CHAPTER SIX
When she awoke the following day, Shana found she had slept through to noon. Her hand went to her vagina and she realized it hadn't been a dream last night. David had been there, and he had fucked her again, though she was not quite able to remember the other atrocities he had committed.
A thought suddenly came to her. It was the middle of October. That meant she was at her most vulnerable time of the month. It was too late to flush his seed out of her. She stood a better than fifty-fifty chance of being pregnant.
Oddly enough, though Shana didn't object to committing all those other sins, two sins she would never commit. The first was to have an abortion, and the second was to bear her child out of wedlock. Her child had to have its father's name.
Just as oddly, Shana was unaware of David's true feelings for her. She was certain all he wanted was the use of her body. As a result, she refused to let him know she was beginning to feel something for him as a person. Oh, she intended finagling him into marriage, but not out of love. She would find another way.
So, as far as David was concerned, two of her seven deadly sins had been expiated. She had been fucked until the pride had been knocked out of her, and his cock had served to "punish" her for her so-called hypocrisy. Yet lust was not listed as one of the seven deadly sins. Now wasn't that interesting! What it meant to Shana was that some far-seeing, all-wise individual realized that sex was obviously an inherent part of all animals, and to maintain that one animal was evil for giving vent to these inner sensations while the other animal was not evil simply because it was a basic instinct, was all wrong. Even though certain blind priests and higher-up holy men preached against carnal sin, it wasn't one of the sins, and thus didn't qualify to send her to the lower regions when the time came. Not that it mattered at this point. Since she had committed all those other sins, Shana was certain she was doomed.
Then, there was always the vague, but unlikely possibility, that what David was doing would indeed wipe the sins away from her, or at least counterbalance them since what David was doing was against her will. Yes, yes, that was it! If sex was a sin, the eighth sin, then as long as she refused to willingly go along with what he wanted, she was being sinned against. She had, according to David, committed all seven deadly sins. If he slept with her seven times against her will, she would have been sinned against seven times. Translated, that meant her sins would be counter-balanced by those sins committed against her.
This, if nothing else, might entitle her to a chance at heaven, after all, especially since she had no intention of committing the other seven sins again. Well, maybe she would retain her envy. She was only human. But then it was possible for each time she expressed envy, David, or perhaps some other man, would commit the heinous carnal sin against her body again to keep balancing everything. What she had to do was somehow or other prevent herself from submitting willingly.
But at the same time she had to set her snare for David, so that when the seventh sin had been paid for, she would wipe out all the other sins by making him marry her and give a name to the child she was certain she now carried in her belly.
CHAPTER SEVEN
David was understandably worried about Shana. He feared she might do something rash because of his behavior the previous night.
First, he telephoned his friend at the British Embassy, the one who had hired him in the first place, and he told the friend he might have something for him concerning the smugglers. There was a whole batch of them.
"However," he concluded, "I think the head of the smuggling ring is the one who has to be taken out. Cracking down on the puppets he uses to bring the stuff into Ireland won't do a thing. Conally Morse, the one who heads this operation, has to be taken out. I think I can do it. At the same time I'll give you his number-one girl, Gina Cevetti. I think she helps plan everything with him."
"That sounds fine," the voice on the phone said. "When do you think you can deliver them?"
"I'm going to lure them over to the apartment of a woman who lives in the same building as I live," David said. "If I know those two, once they're caught, they'll try and pin something on me, and the other woman. I want us both protected."
"Fair enough," the voice on the other end said. "After all, I did hire you, and we ran a thorough check on you before asking you to take on the job. We know you're clean, so any woman you might wish to use will be taken at face value. If you say she's all right, we'll go along with you. What's the plan?"
"Simple," David replied. "This other woman, the one who lives in my building, thinks I'm a bastard ..." as he spoke, he realized he was going to do just the opposite of what he had originally planned. He had initially wanted to make Shana like him. Now he had to make her hate him in order for her to call on Conally Morse for help. Since it would basically involve taking a sex-fiend off Shana's back, Con would probably try and use another sex lure, and that meant his number-one female runner, Gina Cevetti, who was also a friend of Shana.
"Sounds like an interesting plan," the man said. "Don't you think you ought to have someone standing by in case this Morse gets too rough?"
"I can handle him," David assured the man. "He won't hurt me, because I'm going to take him aside and tell him about some arms I have that I want smuggled to the IRA."
"Just where are you going to get these arms?" the voice asked.
"From you," David replied. "It might help if you fix the weapons so they misfire. No booby traps or anything, but make them useless. When Morse smuggles them to the IRA, and he will, since I'll offer him half the profits for doing so, he'll be discredited with them. Then the IRA will probably send some kind of anonymous letter, pinning the smuggling on Morse, and you'll be able to have him extradited to England for committing treasonous acts against the Crown. As I understand it, the man is a British citizen."
"Fine," the voice on the phone agreed. "What about this Gina Cevetti?"
"She hangs around with him a lot, and the odds are, if you pick up one of them, you'll pick up both of them."
"Good enough," the voice replied. "Go ahead and start putting the plan into action."
"Will do," David answered, and he hung up.
CHAPTER EIGHT
That afternoon, David went to Shana's apartment, intent on putting his plan into effect.
"How are you feeling?" he asked, when she answered his buzz.
He saw she was dressed in a white blouse and emerald-green skirt. How befittingly Irish.
"Quite well, thank you," she replied, eyeing him in his yellow shirt and tan slacks. He had no coat on, which meant he had come here directly from his apartment and not from outside.
"Sleep well?" he asked, following her into the living room.
"You should know," she shrugged. "You were here last night, and you beat me senseless, didn't you?"
"Hardly that," he replied. "Besides, in spite of what you may say, I can tell that your body enjoyed it."
"Oh?"
"I'm an expert cocksman, Shana," he told her. "I can tell when a woman likes what I'm doing."
"I'm sure," she shrugged, sipping from a cup of tea she had made for herself before he had arrived. "You know all about cunts, don't you. You're such a clever man."
"As a matter of fact, I do know a lot about cunts," he replied. "However it had nothing to do with last night. You see, I also know all about you, Shana. I don't need your cunt to tell you like me. Any other part of your body would respond equally well."
"I think you should know I despise you," Shana told him. "I despise everything you do to me."
"Actually, I think you love me," he laughed. "But this is something you're going to have to find out for yourself."
"Ah, the great Casanova, just let him take out his penis, and women swoon over him."
"I don't know about other women, Shana, but I do know that no matter where I pushed my penis into you, you would respond by letting me eventually know you loved it."
"Now I remember," she gasped. "You actually pushed that horrible thing into my mouth, didn't you?"
"Uh huh!" he nodded.
"You're disgusting!" she snapped.
"If I'd kept it there long enough, you'd have learned to love it."
"You're a bastard, David. I remember biting it, and that's what I'd do again if you tried shoving it into my mouth."
"But next time I'll have a set of pliers and I'll pull out your teeth if you bite," he insisted.
"You would, too," she snapped.
"Naturally," he nodded. "However, I'm not interested in your mouth, right now."
"Ah, the big man is going to force me to give him my cunt again," Shana angrily bit at him. "Too bad you can't go fuck yourself. That would probably be the lay you would enjoy most."
"You're being snide, Shana, and I don't like it."
"I'm not being snide," she shrugged. "I wish I had a cock and was able to go around sticking it into any woman I wanted. I'm sure it would be much more fun than just sitting around waiting to get stuck."
"Envy, again? Ah, Shana, you need another lesson."
"Another excuse," she snorted. "You intended doing this to me anyway. So stop playing games and do your worst."
David felt his desire for Shana intensify, and her attitude irritated him all the more. At this moment he wanted nothing more than to beat the bejesus out of the red-haired woman. He actually wanted to physically hurt her, but not in the way he had done last night. This whole damn thing seemed so totally ridiculous. Why were they playing games? Why didn't he come out and say, "Shana, I love you?" Because she would laugh at him, that was why. She would laugh at him as she had laughed at so many other men who had claimed to have loved her in spite of having felt a response from her that was more than merely sexual the last two times. A lot of pride had been knocked out of Shana, but she was still too proud to admit to love.
"Come on!" she taunted. "You've turned me into a whore. Use me!"
"Shana, you are the dumbest, stupidest cunt I've ever known," he snapped at her. "At no time did I treat you like a whore. You want to find out how a whore gets treated? Fine. Finish that cup of tea."
She put the cup down, saying, "Suddenly I'm not in the mood for it."
"Fine!" he roared, and he grabbed her arm and he yanked her into the bedroom. "Off with the clothes," he ordered, himself starting to undress. She undressed. Shana knew better than to argue by now. "Now get up on the bed."
She turned her back to him and kneeled on the bed, saying, "This is the part of me you deserve to see."
"Is that right?" he asked.
He finished removing his clothes, but instead of pounding on her, he began walking around the bed, studying her naked body. He nodded, smiled, and to Shana, it seemed as if she had been on the bed for an eternity. The hows and wherefores of what was happening suddenly didn't seem to matter. She had made some kind of unforgivable blunder. She had underestimated him as a man, thinking he was as easily taunted into being made to feel small as all the other men she had known who had tried getting fresh with her.
The coldness in David's eyes told her he no longer felt any kind of sympathy for her whatsoever, though last night she had the distinct feeling he was beginning to feel sorry for what he had done. Now, by being so retortive, she had wiped out that sympathy. It was that sympathy on which she had intended playing to eventually make him marry her once she was certain that she was pregnant.
She was naked, too naked, too exposed. She felt horrible on the bed in front of him this way. He was examining her nakedness, himself naked, and she once remembered Gina telling her how Con liked to look at her, Gina, this way. Here she was, helplessly kneeling on the bed as he examined her as if she were part of some prime cattle display.
What was wrong with her? Why did she deny that she had enjoyed being fucked? If she had been civil to him, he probably would have fucked her in the missionary way all over again, and she would have enjoyed it all that much more. For the first time she realized she had reacted with a certain amount of stupidity, and what she was going to get now, she might not deserve, but it was something that might have been avoided altogether. Her mind picked up something else that had happened to her the previous night, when she had been almost asleep. He had put his mouth between her thighs and he had licked her for a brief moment, and she had enjoyed it all very much, though it had taken until now for her to realize it.
"Go ahead," she insisted. "Just go on and do it, whatever it is."
"You bet your ass I'm going to go ahead and do it," he smiled.
Her ass! Yes, that was what he would use, this time.
Standing behind her, he looked at the delectable round asscheeks, at the perfect moons and the shapely swells. At the moment her ass was somewhat relaxed, and as a result, he was able to see the brown, prune-like pucker between her cheeks. Those cheeks swayed obscenely from side to side, inviting him closer.
"Wh-what are you doing this time?" Shana asked.
"You'll find out when I do it," he told her, and a combination of feelings welled up inside him.
He loved the woman, but he hated her attitude. He loved her body, that much was certain, but he also loved the individual encased in the body. What he hated was her holier-than-thou attitude in spite of the fact that she had done all kinds of smuggling. She had committed sin after sin after sin, and it hadn't bothered her, but now, when he was enforcing something that she had actually enjoyed twice, she openly mocked him as if letting him know she had no respect for him for using her. Well, hell! He wanted her love! The hell with her respect! Besides, this was precisely what might be needed for her to call her former associate, Conally Morse, and have him come to protect her. Hell! From what he had learned of Morse, the dark-haired man had been looking to ball her, too. He might see this as an opportunity to do just that.
David knelt behind Shana, his thick, purple penis swollen and bulging, darkly straining, the huge bluish veins standing out all over, looking like road map lines running through the thick barrel. The stiffened shaft seemed just as angry as the rest of David.
Leaning over the helplessly kneeling redhead, the man slowly and deliberately parted the tantalizing cheeks of her full, rounded behind, tugging them much wider apart than they were normally meant to be pulled. In his mind, he was thinking how delectable this was going to be. This one was for envy, in this case penis-envy. She had expressed a desire to have a penis of her own. Well, he wasn't able to provide her with that, but he was certainly able to provide her with his penis, and in another place, too.
David didn't often fuck a woman this way. Most women objected, although he had encountered one or two who liked being ass-fucked, and he had to admit, the largest, loosest ass was still tighter than the tightest cunt.
Before him was a woman who had never before had a love-life. Now he was giving it to her in spades. His mind was already visualizing how thrilling it was going to be to fuck her this way. God! She had one delectable cunt, though. Even though his mind was concentrating on her ass, his eyes inadvertently looked at the cunt. Shit! This was one fabulous pussy. But then, everything about Shana was fabulous. Her ass was bound to be as delectable as the rest of her.
"Come on, you redheaded bitch!" he snapped. "I want you to spread those hot thighs a little wider."
She moaned, aghast that he would even think to approach her from the rear. Her mind was still certain he was going to use the cunt. She was in for one heck of a surprise.
Abruptly, his face moved down and his lips pursed themselves at the pucker of her asshole and he spat saliva into it as his tongue thrust inside and sent the sputum through her.
"No!" she screamed. "For god's sake, stay away from there."
She cringed at the wet feeling invading her rectal interior, aware of how unprotected she was in there. The very idea that David had put his mouth down there had her quaking. It was so crude, so ridiculous. The mere idea seemed so totally obscene, yet she was only able to protest in a most perfunctory way since no matter what she said, David went ahead and did what he wanted to do. What kind of man was he? Any other private investigator would have turned her in a long time ago. Was he holding off merely to enjoy her, and then intended turning her in anyway?
In a way she wondered if she didn't deserve this. After all, she had all but challenged him to do his worst. Still, this lewd pressure with his tongue on her rectal opening seemed to her far more perverse than any physical kind of beating he might have given her. She felt so totally powerless to move and pull away from him. She remained on her hands and knees as the overpowering David continued probing with his tongue into her rear crack, sending chills through her naked behind as his tongue thrust into her asshole again and again. Not that she actually believed herself to be dirty back there. It was merely that she knew that was not a part of her that she had ever associated with sex, yet he was doing something to it that he had done to her vagina-if only for a few moments, the night before. By presenting her buttocks to him, she felt ashamed.
"Come on, dear," David snapped sarcastically. "Wider!" The gleeful sound in his voice told her he was really enjoying what he was doing to her.
"You might call this an acquired taste," he told her, laughing at his own pun.
He leaned farther into the lovely redhead's tantalizing white thighs. They were spread so far apart, the corded tendons were clearly visible as they strained.
Suddenly David's wet tongue was gone. Shana thought for a moment that this horror might end sooner than expected. But that was when she felt a sharp, agonizing pain attacking her rectum. With a certain alarm, she realized he had sent a finger knifing into her backside. Her anus clenched around it, but he didn't let that bother him. He was pushing the digit, working it around and around, sinking it all the more insistently into the narrow tract of her rectum, feeling her nether flesh slowly, grudgingly give way.
Shana did her best to squirm away from the crudely probing digit, but his other hand reached out and fingers dug into her hip, holding her fast. He began turning his finger around and around, sliding it steadily inward in spite of Shana's loud groans.
"Gggghhhhnnnggghhhh! Unnnnnnnngggghhhhh! Aaaaannnngggghhhh!" she cried out to him.
The pain was overpowering, horrible, terrible, but even worse than the agony was the constant feeling of shame within her. No one had ever poked a finger into her there, before. Gina had told her that Con had fingered and sodomized her, but Shana had found that hard to believe. Why would Con want to use Gina's ass when he had her cunt? Yet, here was David, doing the same thing, and Shana found it almost incredible. Her ass was being invaded.
"David, please ... you don't know what you're doing ... stop ..." Shana begged.
"Oh,?" David asked. "You want me to stop pushing my finger into your rear?"
"Yes!" she gasped.
"Fine, I'll stop," he taunted.
David had wondered if he would actually go through with this. Ass-fucking was not something most women liked to do. But at the moment it was important to get her to call her friend Conally Morse for help, and if fucking her cunt hadn't done it, and even pushing his cock into her mouth hadn't done it, then he had to fuck her ass.
He withdrew his finger, feeling the smooth, rubberiness of the tight folds back there. The muscle reaction of her anus was to try and cling to his finger even though he had pulled it out. It was as if her rectum was reluctant to lose the finger.
His massive, swollen cock was aching and stiff, and he wanted to get on with it. He slowly moved forward, pressing his lasciviously blood-engorged phallus against the tiny opening that was her anus. The prunelike pucker pressed back against his penile tip.
Shana suddenly realized what he was going to do was far worse than what he had already done. He was actually going to try and fuck her back there.
"Oh, no! For the love of heaven ... not like that. The regular way, David, please, the regular way. Oh, please ... you said you like my vagina. Just put your penis inside there. I promise I'll react for you ... I will ... but don't go into my ass ... " and then her words were interrupted by the suddenness of his forward motion.
The gigantic swollen tip of his impatiently straining phallus pushed at Shana's helplessly protesting rectum, shoving hard, then even harder, and Shana's arms flailed against the covers, her head bobbing up and down in the midst of shrieks of pain. Finally, the tiny tightness of her futilely resisting anal entrance gave way, and the throbbing head of his huge prick sank just inside her puckering anus.
The beautiful redheaded woman writhed in helpless and uncontrolled agony. The unnatural entry brought a searing pain that radiated uncontrollably through her backside, sending streaks of torment through her ravished flesh. Shafts of agony continued to brutally drive through her nakedly vibrating body.
"There!" he gasped, still driving in. "How d'you like that!"
"Stop, David!" she cried aloud, weeping, the tears falling without restraint down her cheeks. "You must stop ... now! It hurts! Oh, God! It hurts so much! So much! You'll kill me!"
But rather than comply with the helpless woman's pleas, David pushed his heatedly pulsing penis another inch into the narrow strait of her rectum, severely stretching the back passage that much more. He heard her cries and it did chill him, but he reminded himself he was doing this not merely for personal pleasure, though he was admittedly getting his share of that, too. No, he was doing this to make her hate him enough to call for help, and the only person on whom she would be able to depend was Conally Morse, so he had to go through with this at all costs. He had to feel his excitedly pulsing penis deeper in the tunnel between her softly clenching asscheeks.
He was aware of the way her rectal tunnel was contracting, squeezing hard and with the pressure of a vise, as if trying to expel his throbbing organ. But these frenetic efforts on Shana's part were only serving to create a luxuriously tingling sensation all around his pulsing phallus, swollen now to the point of pain considering the crusher in which it was embedded. The man was aware of his desire-hardened organ sliding all the way forward, moving high, high up into the tightness of her anal canal, unmercifully spreading her narrow little interior as it went. A massive shudder was traversing through the redhead's body, and unable to stand what she was feeling, she fell forward on her face. She recalled with such bitterness how, last night, in spite of the initial pain he had caused in taking her virginity, he had at least given her some pleasure in return. But then, he had treated her like a woman, not a slave. She had lain on her back, and he had forced himself into her, but as a man on a woman, and not like a dog fucking a bitch. It was different right now. Everything was different. Her entire life had changed completely, and she would never be the same again.
"Dear God ... please ... please ... I swear I'll never do another bad thing again ..." she wept.
Her arms were trembling with the strain of supporting her, and finally they collapsed beneath her. Her head and her entire upper torso went crashing against the rumpled bedcovers. Her firmly rounded breasts were almost crushed flat because of the way she fell. With her sorely aching ass-tunnel filled with myriad pain, and her buttocks raised high in the air, she lay totally quiet for the moment, completely overcome by the breadth of the thickly churning phallus remaining deeply embedded in the tightness of her bowels. He was probably ruining her back there. She was unable to imagine ever feeling normal again. The smooth cushions of her tantalizing asscheeks were being spread even wider by this brute's rough hands, and she cursed the day he had moved into the apartment below hers. She should have figured something was wrong when she learned he had sub-leased the place for only a few months instead of taking out a regular lease like all the other tenants. But then, she had always been too trusting. It was surprising she had lasted in her business as long as she had. It was one of the reasons why she had elected to get out so soon.
Through a haze of pain she wondered if indeed all this was happening to her. Yes, it definitely was, and her cries for the moment were muffled sobs into the mattress.
Feeling Shana's resistance had decreased, David finished plunging his cock into her ass, rubbing his hairy pelvis against the roundness of her cheeks. Then once convinced her ass-tunnel had widened enough, he began a rhythmic back and forth pounding, fucking his cock deeper and deeper into her back passage with each forward thrust. God! It felt much too good for him to stop, now. He felt no anger toward her, but neither did he think of doing this in the line of duty any longer, because his sole interest at the moment was in seeing to it, somehow, that both of them came.
Beneath him, Shana did her best to adjust her position in order to make his driving thrusts hurt a little less. But each move only caused a new stab of pain to build that much higher inside her. It soon dawned on her that David, behind her, was actually getting some kind of perverse thrill at her attempts to escape the agony she was feeling. He intensified the drives of his cruel strokes, pounding into her nakedly defenseless rectal tunnel, and the beautiful woman began to construe each insanely delving thrust of David's lust swollen penis as specific punishment for the sins he had enumerated. Was it possible that some unseen deity was finding a way to absolve her of her past crimes by making her accept this torture now? If so, she certainly deserved this terrible experience. What she was feeling now was pure hell. Her punishment was being taken care of now instead of in an after-life, and she was determined to withstand it. So even though David had done this to make her hate him enough to call for help, Shana, for the moment, was accepting this as her due, contrary to what David wished.
Her pain-wracked inner self began expecting new savage thrust. Her desperately jerking buttocks continually received the thrilling buffeting of the man's powerfully thrusting loins as a sort of masochistic thrill began building in her.
David looked down at the incredible sight of his powering penis all lustfully swollen constantly grinding in and out of the lovely red-haired woman's private back-tunnel. He enjoyed the sight of his cock glistening as it did, the head still a deep purple color as it left the straining confines of her helplessly ravaged rectum, only to thrust right back in again. He allowed his hands to roam underneath and press against her soft belly, knowing she had stopped trying to get away from him. His fingers found the flame-haired-covered mound of her tantalizing cunt, and with a single swift, insinuating motion, he spread the soft lips of wet flesh that formed her vaginal lips and slid his outstretched finger into the sucking center, feeling her vagina grasp at the finger and cling to it.
He arched upward into her rear passage with the full length of his lust-bloated stiffness, and at the same time slid another finger into the seething wetness of her watery cunt, tickling the folds of her tantalizing pink pussy. David knew now, in spite of the way she was revulsed by what he was doing, she would not be able to resist his playing with her clitoris, and he was right. His finger touched the little button, massaging it, and even more oil came oozing from her sodden interior as Shana panted heavily.
Unwanted and unexpected pleasure began working through Shana, her nakedly besieged loins twisting and turning in response to David's probing fingers. His manual digits continued sliding expertly between her hair-surrounded labia, making her excited vagina tingle even more. She wiggled obscenely as he probed with greater strength in the depths of her hot slit.
"Haaaannnhhh ... onnnnnhhhhh ..." she gasped, but it was no longer the plaintive wail of someone in agony. This was a totally different sound. The extent of her arousal was extremely apparent to the man feverishly fucking her lovely ass. He was aware of his long, hard phallus plunging ever deeper inside her acquiescing rear tunnel, moving much farther than he had ever hoped to feel it go.
She was enjoying it, damn it! He had wanted to humiliate her to the point where she would call her associate when he was finished with her. He had to do something in a hurry.
"Tell me you like it!" he cried with sudden inspiration.
"What?" she gasped, still moving in time to his fucking.
"Let me hear you say you like my cock in your ass," he insisted. "Come on, say it!"
The lovely redhead, half-crazy because of the conflicting emotions inside her, squealed weakly, "Haaauuunnnggghhh!"
David deliberately flicked his finger teasingly against the button of her extended clitoris. The violent snap made Shana jerk abruptly, almost uncomfortably, and then his fingers were flicking into the depths of her openly flowering vagina, rising into the depths of the softly sucking folds.
"Ohhhhhhhh ... hhhhuuuunnnnhhhh!" Pleasure flooded through her passion-tortured self, charging into her from all directions at once, and even her savagely ravished rear-end began responding as nerve-endings hidden in there suddenly came to life as David continued insanely churning his penis in and out of the tight tunnel. With a gulp, she panted and her mouth opened.
"Aaaaannnnnhhhh!" she sighed. "Yessssss ... David ... I love it ... keep on fucking me in the asssss ... yesssss ... it's so gooood ... fuck me in the ass ... fuck me all over ... anywhere ... everywhere ..."
She had never in her life used the words other than to curse, and she was surprised at how satisfying it sounded to her ears to hear them in this respect. Her entire body was wildly undulating, twitching lasciviously as her mouth gaped wide open, and her panting became heavier and faster. She seemed to be dancing obscenely back against David's madly lunging penis, her knees quaking with her heart. Her hotly seeping cunt continued writhing nakedly and shamelessly against the man's continually probing fingers.
He fucked hard into the nakedly splayed asscheeks while continuing to toy with her desire-drenched vagina, easily bringing her to a point of frenzied delight that astonished him. All this had initially been done to humiliate her and make her hate him enough to call for help when he left. But deep down, he was thrilled to discover how much whatever he did to her made her that much more thrilled. Her tightly clutching anus was gripping his ramrod-stiff phallus spasmodically and he knew she was climaxing, especially when her mouth opened and she expelled all her breath with a single, "AAAAAIIIIIYYYYY EEEEEAAAAGGGGHHHHUUUU NNNNGGGG-HHHHAAAA WWWWWAAAAA GGGGGHHHH-UUUUUHHHHHHHHH!"
"Oh, you gorgeous bitch!" he groaned. "This should have been done to you years ago instead of just now. You should have been fucked in any and every manner conceivable. You love it, don't you, you really love it."
Shana kept her mouth shut. How was she to tell him that she was fast discovering that what she enjoyed was the fact that he was the person doing all this. Had she become physically involved with some other man, she would have hated it. Her virginity had been saved all these years for the right man, even though she hadn't realized it at the time.
But David knew. She was untouched, save by him, and he knew now, even though he didn't know she also knew it, that she was his, all his. His to fuck forever. His sperm was already racing along the length of his cock as he bellowed, "YYYYEEEEEAAAAA HHHHUUUUUNNNNGGGGHHHHHH!"
Love was a funny thing. Neither he nor she was able to control the fact that each loved the other. But neither was willing to admit it to the other-not yet.
CHAPTER NINE
Though it looked like things weren't going to work out as David had wanted, fate suddenly took a hand in it all. When Shana had let David into her apartment, she had shut her door, forgetting to lock it. As a result, she was unaware that as she was screaming out her orgasm, her front door was being opened. '
Gina Cevetti was a short, plump, extremely pretty woman with brown hair. The hair was also short, fluffed around her head, and her twinkling eyes lit up as she heard Shana's gasp because she recognized an orgasmic cry when she heard it. Her short, upturned nose twitched as she pursed her pretty, heart-shaped mouth. The fox fur piece she had draped over her shoulders did little to hide the fact that she had large breasts, a slightly fleshy waist, and broad hips. The fall dress of three different shades of blue did nothing to hide her figure, either.
Gina tip-toed to the end of the hall and peered into the bedroom. She recognized the man fucking Shana as her downstairs neighbor. Shana had introduced them once, many weeks earlier.
Turning around, Gina made her way out of the apartment, shutting the door. This was something Conally Morse would give a good deal to know. Con had been wanting to fuck Shana for as long as he had been fucking Gina. He had met the two women simultaneously, and had put them to work for him at the same time. But where Gina had been extremely amenable, Shana had been completely evasive.
Gina had always hated Shana's holier-than-thou attitude, and as a result was overjoyed to see Shana getting it-and in the ass, no less. Good for David.
But Gina knew Con would give anything for this bit of information. So Gina changed her plans. Instead of spending the day shopping with Shana, as she had wanted to do, she would spend the day in bed with Con Morse.
She went directly to Con's apartment in the city. It was already past two, and she knew the man would be awake. When she pressed his door buzzer, he answered fully dressed, in slacks and a white shirt, obviously surprised to see her.
"I have some information you want," she smiled. "May I come in?"
Before he had a chance to reply, she pushed her way past him and strode into his wide living room. There, she saw a blonde sitting comfortably, and smiling. Gina asked, "Have you started or are you finished?"
The blonde, well aware what Gina meant, said, "I just got here, honey. So why don't you beat it."
"Sorry," Gina said, walking over and grabbing the woman by the arm. She hauled the blonde to her feet, twisted the arm behind her back, and ushered her out of the apartment, saying, "Better luck next time." Then she slammed the door, making certain it was locked.
"Well," Con said, as Gina went to his bar and made herself a drink, "I knew you liked me, but I had no idea it was that much."
"It isn't," Gina assured him, as he sat on the large blue sofa and she sat beside him. "As I said, I do have some information for you, which you will pay me for by giving me a bigger cut the next time I go across. However, since I'm already here, I felt I might just as well make use of the time."
She tossed her fur piece to the side, and reaching out, began rubbing the man's genital area, feeling him swell instantly.
"What's the information?" he asked, as she continued to sensuously rub her hand over his genitals.
"In a little while," she smiled, and teasingly unzipped the front of his pants and tauntingly wormed her slender, womanly fingers into the bulging entrance of his shorts.
"Jesus, Gina, be careful," he warned in a voice that was getting heavier and heavier with desire. "You keep that up, and I'll shoot all over your hand."
"Don't worry, Con," Gina replied as she sipped her drink with her other hand. "I want to take my time and enjoy this, so it's going to be nice and slow."
As they sat there, she still sipping her drink, her other hand gripped the long, thick length of Con Morse's long phallus inside his shorts, and with tantalizingly delicate and deliberate strokes she continued caressing the heatedly pulsing cock, making certain it was as hard as possible. Under her expert ministrations, the thickly pulsating length of hot, hard flesh was swollen with lust as his balls tightened in heatedly churning anxiety.
"Just keep it up, honey," he told her. "You'll get a handful of cream, yet."
The stunning brown-haired woman took her hand away for a moment and gazed very coquettishly at the good-looking man. She smiled and said, "I'd much rather have a mouthful of cream." Her tongue licked her crimson lips to emphasize what she meant.
Standing, Con led her to the bedroom, guiding her toward the bed until the backs of Gina's knees were pressing against the edge of the mattress,
Gina finished her drink and put the glass on the night table. She wasted no time in removing her clothing. Con stared with mounting lust as her dress came off, then her half-slip, then her brassiere, revealing the full, white mounds of her breasts, both tipped with almond-like nipples. Save for her panties, she was soon totally naked in front of the man. An obscene grin split her features as she beckoned to Con, saying, "Come, help me remove my panties."
While the lust-aroused smuggler hurriedly removed his own clothing, Gina stretched her rounded form out on the bed, her thighs splayed wide apart, bent just the littlest bit at the knees. Con was able to see the dark triangle of hair between her thighs, hidden only by the double crotch of her nylon panties. Her plump vaginal lips were already pulsating as his eyes traced their outline. Con had to admit this bitch had one helluva cunt. He loved using it.
His penis jutted out in front of him as he stood at the side of the bed, and Gina reached out and caressed it with her fingers, squeezing it, urging him to knee his way onto the bed. The head swelled even more, a bright-red mushroom. Her hand closed all the more tightly on the stem beneath it, squeezing it before she relaxed her grip.
"You have one fantastic cock, Con," she sighed at him. "I've only seen one other to compare to it."
"Yeah? Where?" he wanted to know.
"I'll tell you later," she assured him. "Right now, I'm in the mood to suck it. But you have to promise you won't come too quickly."
She released his wildly pulsating penis while he bent down and hooked his thumbs into the waistband of her flimsy panties. Slowly he tugged them over her lovely hips. Gina moaned with pleasure and lifted her body to help him. His feverish hands were clumsily working, but they managed to pull the delicate material off without tearing anything. He gazed ecstatically at the slit that was her cunt. Yeah! Gina was always good, whether fucking or sucking. Con just didn't care for her as an individual. Shana, on the other hand, was pleasant company all day long, but she didn't like fucking. Hell! He would have liked to marry the two of them. He'd keep Gina for the fucking and Shana for everything else. If only Shana had Gina's fucking ability. She would be perfect.
Her hand reached out and her fingers dug into his scalp. She pushed his face closer to her feminine garden, but Gina realized Con really needed no encouragement.
The fragrance of her tantalizing femininity arose and tickled his nostrils as his face slowly moved closer and closer to the glistening, petal-like vaginal lips, both so plump, lined with fringes of brown hair. They separated slowly as if to expose the coral inner flesh. Gina, aware of his desire, spread her thighs even wider.
Con's eyes were riveted to the smoothly tantalizing crease between Gina's wide-open loins, and his tongue leaped out and eagerly began licking his lips. With his thumbs he spread her fluttering feminine folds of vaginal flesh even farther apart, reveling in the nearness of such delectable wantonness. He ached to flick his tongue into her, letting it wash over the sweetly delectable flesh that was so openly exposed to him. But something held him back. Never before in his life had he ached to enjoy anything so much.
"Come on," Gina invited. "Lick it, Con. You know you want to do it. Stop wasting time. It's all yours."
CHAPTER TEN
Con Morse smiled broadly at Gina. There was no doubt that when it came to sex, she was incomparable. He wasted no time moving his mouth lower and pressing his lips into her burning womanly flesh. His tongue hungrily ran up and down the slick, velvety folds of her feminine flesh, searching out each tantalizing crevice and licking avidly at the marvelous lubricating juices that seemed to flow so freely from her drooling vagina. Her pelvis began slowly rotating, her body arching up to meet his eager mouth and tongue while sounds of ecstasy came pouring from her lips.
Lust-inflamed, Con began moving his tongue faster and faster, letting it slurp up and down over the full length of her pink, pulsing flesh, turning the delectable, coral-hued folds to liqueous fire. His tongue not only moved up and down, but in practiced motion worked from side to side, sliding over the rigid pleasure-bud of her clitoris, then finally snaked deep into her lustfully burning vagina.
Gina thrilled to the wonderful softness of his sucking lips as they closed wetly over her yearning vaginal flesh, and she gasped, crying out softly, thrusting her firmly rounded buttocks solidly against the bed as her thighs clenched themselves tightly around the man's handsome face.
Con's gigantic throbbing cock was harder than an iron bar, now, pulsing mightily against the mattress beneath as his mouth labored against the wetly dripping, gaping vagina beneath. His swollen hardness felt ready to actually burst because of the excitement he felt while sucking Gina's pussy. If he kept this up much longer, he would be shooting a load of sperm into the bedcovers. He moved his head up and down that much faster, sucking her taut, tingling clitoris into his mouth, using his lips to grip the taut little penis-like bud as his tongue whipped the clitoral head up and down. At the same time he rammed three fingers into her juicy cunt, slamming them in and out very rapidly. Gina felt herself rising higher and higher, and then, suddenly, she was there.
With an eagerness the man didn't realize he possessed at that point, Con redoubled his efforts, flashing his searing tongue even more deeply into Gina. Christ! When she came, it was like a damn had burst and the flood of oils coming from her cunt all but washed his face. His tongue worked faster. Any other woman would have been content with what he had done, but Gina needed more. He sucked her sweet cuntflesh into his mouth and teased it until the hotly burning folds of skin glistened wetly from a mixture of his saliva and her freely flowing lubricating juices.
Her wails of pleasure rang around his head, bouncing off the room's walls as she gripped his hair with her fingers and tugged, pressing his face all the more tightly into her steaming vagina while explosions continued rocking her.
Then her plump, shapely body collapsed, and Gina lay there moaning, her half-open mouth coated with her own saliva. Ripples of pleasure still surged through her as the man kept on licking her pink, petal-like inner folds. He kept it up until she all but tore his mouth away.
"God! That was fabulous!" she smiled. "Now let me get to work on you, Con."
"Let's see how many times you can make me come," he challenged.
"Once," she told him. "Only once. You'll want to save the rest for what I have to tell you." She drew his well-muscled body upward with her strong hands, strong and slender hands, until he was lying beside her. Then she gently pushed him over on his back and tightly grabbed his throbbing penile staff in her hand, yanking it up and down slowly. "Make it last," she told him. "Remember, only one climax, this time. So make sure it takes a long time. I want to suck this wonderful cock of yours forever. Don't come too quickly."
Con was almost totally out of his mind with lust, but he, like she, wanted it to last, and so every fiber of him strained to hold back his white-hot, oily juices which, even now, were threatening to make his prostate explode.
"Hurry ..." he gasped. "Hurry, because I don't know how much I can hold back."
Gina wasted no time. Like a striking snake, her head lowered itself toward his thickly jutting, upstanding hardness. Her tongue, like that of an asp, reached out, the tip boring teasingly into the seeping wetness of the tiny red eye in the glans. He sucked in his breath from the sudden contact. Another groan came from his lips as the beautiful Gina ovalled her mouth and let the penile head slide through the noose-like circle formed by her hot lips. She enclosed the purple-red, plum-colored head, sucking it deeper into the warmth of her oral velvety moistness. Then her lips tightened like an elastic band around it just below the head, trapping the corona completely in the simmering center of her tantalizing oral cavern.
"Ahhhhaaaannnnhhhhh!"
The groan of total pleasure the man felt at the squeezing of her lips came roaring out of him. He was in nirvana.
With his penile head still tightly clenched between her tantalizing lips, Gina slowly snaked her body around so that her firm, rounded asscheeks were even with the man's upper body. She knew him by now. Con was the kind of man who had to have his mouth sucking while he was being sucked in order for him to appreciate the full potential.
Moving slowly, Gina lifted one tantalizingly shapely leg and brought it down on the other side of the man's chest, exposing her dark hair-lined pussy to his up-staring eyes. Con watched with total fascination, feeling the excitement in him continually mount as her white, moonlike asscheeks separated and the tiny pucker of her anus came into view. Every wanton detail of her pinkly sodden cunt and prunelike rectal opening was now etched into the man's teeming brain. God! He had seen this vision so many times before. His hands went out to automatically massage her blood-swollen vaginal lips while his fingers tugged her jiggling buttocks farther and farther apart. The tiny little orifice seemed to be beckoning him invitingly, clenching lasciviously as he lifted his head to bring his face closer. Suddenly he felt the warm surrounding of her mouth leave his cock as she took her lips away for a moment, turned her head to look at him, and said, "Shove a finger into my asshole while I keep on sucking you. If you want, you can bite my cunt, too."
"Yeah, sure," he gasped.
"Well, hurry up and do it! I want another climax."
"Why do I only get one while you get two?" he wanted to know.
"When you hear what I have to tell you, you'll settle for only one from me," she insisted. "Now hurry!"
Without further urging the man pressed his long, thick middle finger against the tightly puckered little hole, probing the resisting wetness. He groaned again as he felt her mouth slowly close over his throbbing cock, enclosing it lovingly as her head once more plunged down.
Her hips began bucking back against his driving finger as the flesh slowly gave way and he saw his finger disappear little by little into the tiny rectal opening. It wormed its way slowly into the rubbery warmth of her rear channel, aided by vaginal lubrication that had seeped in. With a final, brutal lunge, he sank the finger all the way into her and he began rotating it within the tightly clenched passage.
Gina twitched her tantalizing hips wildly back against the driving, impaling finger while her mouth continued sucking, drawing the hard, glistening length of solid cock slowly and more deeply into the wetness of her oral cavity. She massaged the soft resilience of his balls at the same time, stroking the base of his pulsing cock between thumb and forefinger of the other hand as her mouth began to rhythmically run up and down the steampole.
It didn't take Gina long, even though she had wanted to make this last. She felt the initial throbbing reaction of orgasm and began sucking all the harder as she felt his teeth bite into her cuntlips. The edges of her teeth dug gently into the tautly resisting casing of his pulsing cock, and where they pressed the blood was forced away from the surface of the skin leaving thin white trails.
Gina shifted her position a little, pressing her face even lower into Con's groin, taking the full length of the penis into her mouth and gullet. She slid a hand beneath his buttocks and cupped the twin cheeks in her palm, and at the same time was aware of the way he intensified the thrust of his finger into her rectum. Her tongue washed around and around the magnificent pole on which she was sucking, and the glans, in her gullet, expanded all the more until she sensed he had reached the breaking point. Obsessed with what she was doing, Gina sucked even harder.
Con arched his back off the bed, pushing his penis even more deeply into her sucking mouth. Greedily, her lips continued clinging to the thrusting cock. The man groaned continually, his mind awash with total ecstasy from the maddening sensations she was causing with her sucking mouth. Because of the way his finger was digging into her rectum and his teeth were nibbling on her clitoris, her own orgasm began building faster and faster. She sucked even more strongly on the swollen penis held captive between her lips while her flashing tongue pressed avidly against the shuddering shaft.
"Haaaauuuunnnnggggh! That's it! That's it! Oh, God! Keep sucking, Gina, keep sucking ... faster ... faster ... suck ... suck ..." he cried out, his body filled with pleasure as the burning column of his thrusting cock continued plunging ever deeper into the velvety depths of her tantalizing mouth, lubricated by her constantly flowing saliva. The urethra began insanely throbbing, letting her know the time was just about right.
Suddenly he gasped and sank his teeth into her cunt, a low gutteral sound coming from the depths of his chest as the hot, sticky sperm began surging through his straining testicles. Hot, thin streams began spurting into Gina's ravenously sucking mouth.
"GGGGHHHHAAAAYYYYY AAAANNNNGGG HHHHUUUUUNNNNGGGG HHHHAAAAUUUU WWWWAAAAA NNNNGGGG HHHHAAAAAR-RR RRGGGG HHHHHUUUUGGGGHHHH!" Con bellowed, slamming his groin up with every blast he spurted into Gina's tantalizing mouth.
The lovely woman's cheeks expanded and hollowed greedily as she continually swallowed the warm, flooding gushes of his fresh-tasting virility. She went on sucking wildly as her stomach felt lightning flashes, and her own orgasm, her second one of the day exploded maddeningly through her.
GGGGGLLLLLRRRR GGGGLLLLL PHHHHH-WWWWW RRRRR PHHHHUUUUU MMMMMA-AA GGGHHHH!" she gagged, continuing to gulp down the pungent liquid as it continued shooting into her willing mouth. Gina sucked more quickly now, having no desire to surrender the penile prize she was enjoying.
"UNNNNGGGHHHH ... YESSSSSSSS ... HHHAAAANNNGGGGHHHH ... DON'T STOP ... DON'T STOP ... DON'T STOP ... SUCK IT BABY ... SUCK IT!" Con gasped, hurling his pelvis up again and again.
With a groan of ecstasy Gina's body slowly began to relax, her shapely form coming down on him while her greedy mouth continued its sucking and licking for what seemed like a long time. It was only when she had sucked the last drop from his organ that he pulled his finger from her rectum.
At Gina's insistence, the two of them dressed, and then she told Con what she had witnessed in Shana's apartment, saying, "No matter what kind of a line Shana hands you, she isn't a virgin anymore."
Con licked his lips, grateful Gina had held him to one orgasm.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Shana didn't know what to think any longer. Though she hated the fact that David was forcing her to do all these dreadful things, she also hated it when he walked out of her apartment. All her life her greatest desire had been to be alone. But when David walked out each time, she experienced an emptiness she had never known before.
She was in love! Or was she? Was it really love, or was it merely the physical that attracted her so to this man? There was really only one way for her to find out, but Shana had no desire to do so. It would mean her having to go with another man. The only other man around was Conally Morse. Con was the kind of man who wouldn't let go once he got his cock into her. As far as he was concerned, once a woman was fucked by him, that woman belonged to him for as long as he wished. Gina was a perfect example. Almost any time Con wanted her, he had her. But then, that was what Gina wanted, as well.
Still naked, Shana decided she would take another shower. She felt better after a shower, and believed herself capable of thinking more rationally. David had stayed with her a long time after he had finished sodomizing her, and now that he was gone and she was alone, a shower seemed like an excellent idea. The clock read nearly four.
Shana went into the bathroom, and, as always, since she was alone, left the door open. She turned on the shower, waited until it was the right temperature, and then stepped into the tub, pulling the curtains shut.
Outside Shana's door, Con Morse stood, holding the key he had to her apartment. Unlike David, Con's key had been given to him by Shana so that he might come to the apartment and pick up what was due him should she not be there. Both knew of the hiding place where she kept the money.
This was the first time Con would let himself into the apartment with the key knowing Shana was home. The moment he opened the door he heard the shower running in the bathroom. He walked over to the bathroom and saw her naked form through the shower curtain.
Look at her, the prudish bitch, he thought. She's completely naked, showering after having given her body to some other creep. That body of hers belongs to me. Now she's washing him out of her, cleaning his sperm out of her tight asshole, maybe out of her cunt, as well. Look at the way she soaps those nice, white tits of hers. If she knew I was here she would have the bathroom door closed, and when she comes out, she'd have a robe wrapped tightly around her. Then, to take my mind off sex, she'd offer to make me something to eat, or some such nonsense. Shit! Sex is the best thing in the world, and she's acting like I'm poison while she gives it all to some other prick.
Con's brain began to visualize what Gina had told him, about Shana being on the bed, taking a cock in her ass-either that or being fucked dogstyle. In any case it didn't matter. What did matter was that she had fucked for some other guy when she should have been fucking for him. Now he stared at her supple form through the shower curtain, seeing her under the fine needle-point spray, her high-set, berry-nippled breasts robed in a mantle of white soapsuds. Her short red hair would be like a flaming halo, covered by her shower cap, and when she turned her back for a moment he saw her softly dimpled ass with the streams of hot water running off it. When she turned around again, he saw the dark patch on her pubis and knew if it weren't wet it would be fiery red, all gossamer and wispy, framing the tender softness of her coral-colored cuntlips. There were those lovely slender thighs tapering into shapely calves, calves which he had seen once when she had worn a bathing suit. God! Just look at that body, glistening with soap and water, and then just water as she rinsed it from her.
The angry Con felt a rushing wave of desire consuming him, igniting a blazing fire in his loins that agonizingly burned into his balls. His cock filled itself with blood and became huge and thick, as rigid as the corrugated trunk of a tree. It pulsated with desire for the redheaded Shana as his eyes stared fixedly at the bathroom shower curtain. There she was, naked desirable, and here he was with an erection so hard, he felt as if the tip had a diamond-head drill on it. But what good was it going to do him out here? When she saw him, she would scream that he had no right in her home, and she would try and throw him out, falling back on that asshole behavior she had fooled him with for so long. He wondered how many other cocks had "tasted" her cunt.
Well, this afternoon, his was the cock that would be buried in her vaginal vault. Shit! If she was anywhere near as good as Gina, he wouldn't need Gina any longer. He would settle for Shana alone. Though their partnership had officially terminated when she had brought him his share of the money, he wanted it to continue in a marital sense. Not that Con Morse was an honorable man. It was simply that by marrying Shana, he would be protecting himself in case either of them ever got caught, since neither would be forced to testify against the other. He would force her to continue smuggling.
Even as he thought all this, Con's legs were seemingly working independent of his brain. They carried him forward into the bathroom and his hand reached out and swept the shower curtain aside, and he leered at the nakedly beautiful woman beneath the rushing fall of water.
CHAPTER TWELVE
She was exactly as he had seen her when looking through the almost-transparent curtain. Her firmly upthrust breasts were still covered with white foam, and her wetly matted pubic beard was dark because it was wet, glistening as if something totally alive unto itself. His lust-bloated phallus jerked spasmodically at the sight of the warm sensuality of her tantalizing flesh, and his testicles churned with aching need as he felt he wanted to shoot in spite of his having fucked Gina less than two hours earlier.
Shana's mouth hung open in total surprise. She had been facing away from him for the moment, and had been astonished to hear the sound of the shower curtain being tugged open. She dropped the bar of soap she had been holding and realized she had nothing to cover her nakedness from this man's hungrily lusting eyes.
"Con!" she gasped. "What are you doing here? We're finished! Get out, get out right now!"
The handsome man with whom she had worked for so long felt his hard cock leaping and surging against his pants again as desire and rage mingled in him with unrelenting strength.
"The hell with that!" he snapped, staring obscenely at the sculpted loveliness she was showing him.
There, in front of her, while she stood under the shower, he pulled off his clothing, letting everything fall on the tiled floor. Then he lowered his hand to his lust-stiffened cock, holding it up as if presenting it to her as if it were some kind of gift.
To Shana, it seemed as if every man on earth had suddenly gone berserk. First the attacks by David, now this by Con. What was more, Con Morse was staring at her as if she were some kind of prostitute. The terrifying sight of his massively rigid phallus, one that seemed in its own way as large as that of David Jeffreys, looking like a giant moray eel extended from his groin made the redheaded woman gasp, and she drew back against the far wall in the tub.
"You get out of here," she ordered. "We're finished. I won't work for you anymore."
"I don't want you to work for me," he laughed harshly. "I want you to fuck for me."
The man felt a tremendous surge of pure raw energy taking total control of him. He was the lord and master at this moment. His lips parted in a wide, salacious smile as if he was some barbarian who had triumphed over her. Not that he'd had any thoughts of gentle seduction to begin with, but the urge to rape her was overpowering.
"I know all about you being fucked by that other prick, whoever he is," Con told her. "Well, I'm gonna fuck you, too, and I'll do a much better job than he ever did. I'm gonna fuck you with that sweet little white ass of yours drubbing against the cold tile floor."
Shana knew David hadn't told Con of his relationship with her. How he knew something she didn't understand, but she did know Con had used some other devious means of finding out. His foul, repellent words and their unmistakable meaning caused the frightened woman to gasp in abject terror. Never in her life had she heard such revolting things, and from a man who she had trusted implicitly for so long. At least David had been decent enough to take her to the bed each time. She pressed back into the wall behind her, hoping to become a part of the tile work, trying hard to somehow escape from this leering monster who stood with his dangling penis and testicles like some kind of human bull. He was a pervert, even worse than David. For the moment she was paralyzed with fear.
Reaching out, Con turned off the shower, his eyes never once leaving the nakedly exposed perfection of Shana's tantalizing body. His painfully pulsating cock felt like lead, and his balls felt as if they were filled with molten steel. The pulsating head on the tip of his shuddering penis looked almost as large as the door knob.
"I'm gonna ram this cock of mine so far into your belly, Shana, that you'll feel thrilled and beg me to keep on doing it until you come. You'll realize what a mistake you made in going with some other man instead of me."
"Dear God, n-o-o-o-o-o-o-o ... " Shana screamed in anguish, the terror in her mind reflected through her eyes. "Con, you can't mean it. You can't do this ... Con ... don't ... "
"Shit, I won't!" the man roared, his hand gripping his penis and tugging it back and forth, reveling in the control he had suddenly acquired over this so-called "holy" woman who fucked for others behind his back. "I've had it with you and your fucked-up lies," he told her. "I'm going to turn you into a real woman in every sense of the word. Before I leave here, you'll know you've really been fucked."
Reaching into the shower, the man pulled her out by her arms, tugging her wet warmness against him, his hands exploring the voluptuousness of her tantalizing flesh. His hot mouth sought hers, found it, closed on it, and his tongue flashed searingly into the tantalizing cavern of her mouth. She fought against him, trying to break his brutally pinning grip, but she was too weak against his powerful muscles. Shana felt his heatedly turgid phallus grind like a red-hot branding iron against her smooth, white belly.
First David, now Con. This wasn't really happening to her! It had to be some kind of nightmare.
Con roughly tugged her against him, then all but slammed her to the cold tile floor after sweeping his clothing aside with a movement of his foot. Shana tried raking his flesh with her nails, but the man fell on top of her and had her pinned to the cold floor in such a way she was totally defenseless. The man used the weight of his muscular body to keep her pinned to the floor. Within moments he had both of them stretched out. His mouth pressed itself against her soaking-wet flesh, kissing her neck and her breasts. His mouth found the rising slope of her right breast first, sucking on the pink peak of nipple, taking the tender bud between his teeth, biting, chewing, and sucking it to hardness. Then his hand slipped between their bodies and his fingers wove their way through her damp, curling pubic hair. Finally he found the juncture between her thighs and forced her legs to spread themselves apart. Then, with the palm of one hand resting flatly against the tenderly warm, wet fluted lips of her vaginal slash, he began instantly sliding his hand up and down with tantalizing strokes in her tender little slit. His fingers teased the tight little elastic opening of her soft genital mouth, working lasciviously to bring spontaneous lubricity from within her vaginal walls. His outstretched index finger found the tiny nubbin of her clitoris, and he exulted in the gasping shock that came roaring from her helpless throat the instant the ball of his finger made contact with the nodule. He fingered the nerve-ending repeatedly, at the same time pressing the heatedly throbbing head of his steaming cock firmly against the tantalizing smoothness of her soft belly. He rubbed it back and forth a number of times, wanting to accustom her to the pressure and feel of his cock. Torrid heat swirled in great waves through his shuddering testicles, and he knew, in spite of having fucked Gina not too long ago, he was all set for another go-round, and would come like a shot. He wanted to fuck Shana-now!
The passion-crazed smuggler of arms lifted himself above the lovely red-haired woman, keeping her arms to her sides by encircling them while slipping a knee between her tightly clenched legs. She bitterly resisted his attempt to spread her thighs wider.
"You damn bitch!" he roared. "Spread those thighs so I can get me a really good look at that hot pussy of yours."
There was something in his voice that made Shana realize she would be in danger of her life if she didn't obey. Her thighs slowly fell apart as a tremor of fear wound its way rapidly along her spine, for she had an instinctive feeling this man might indeed kill or maim her if she didn't obey. Slowly, her face flushing with embarrassment, she finally allowed her legs to part.
Con grinned licentiously as he stared at her vagina. God! So rich, so delightfully pink, so moist-and not from water but from her inner juices-the lips like velvet, the red hair like fleece, the erect little clitoris letting him know she was stimulated more than she might care to admit. He was so wildly excited by her he wasn't able to restrain himself any longer. He released one of her arms and grabbed his impatiently throbbing phallus as he lowered himself over her tantalizingly supine form. With an almost animalistic growl the man placed the bloated head at the entrance to Shana's wetly quivering vagina.
Without warning, he shoved his powerful hips forward, a vicious cry of triumph leaping from his lips. He was into Shana Maher-at last.
"Haaaauuuunnnggghhhh!" Shana gasped, momentarily stunned, then alternately thrilled and repelled by what was happening to her. The filling of her vagina by a warm, living phallus was thrilling, but her cunt instantly knew it to be a strange cock, even if she hadn't been able to see the man on top of her was Conally Morse. Because it wasn't David's cock, it didn't feel right in her. Her hips jerked and her ass lifted off the floor, the thickness of the organ expanding as it nailed itself deeper into the clinginess of her cunt.
"Now I'll show you what it's like to be fucked by a real man," he snorted.
The muscular man began plunging his thick pole of solid flesh in and out of her trembling vaginal interior, cramming it with a rough strength until it was all the way in. Then he pulled it all the way back only to ram it all the way into the creaming cauldron all over again. Her cunt seemingly cringed each time he pounded into her, but in he went, again and again and again. Each time he flexed forward, the hairy sac of his testicles slapped resoundingly against her twitching, upturned asscheeks. She ground her hips down into the floor in a desperate attempt to escape, and her legs jerked wide on either side of his convulsing body.
"N-O-O-O-O-O-O-O ... Connnnn ... you're hurtin-nnng meeeeee ... " she cried out loud.
But the man was mindless with the need to finish his possession of Shana. Lust consumed him, because this woman, in all the years he had known her, had been so cold to him in this one respect. He fucked into her repeatedly, relentlessly, plunging the full length of his thick, rampant organ into the suckingly wet, defenseless passage between her thighs. His sperm-bloated testicles grew hotter and hotter with each pounding stroke.
Lying helpless beneath the man's sex-crazed body, her eyes filled with tears as she realized for the first time the difference between fucking with a man she loved and fucking with someone she didn't have emotional feelings for, Shana prayed desperately for this humiliating rape to come to an end. She had hated David for his initial rape of her, but now realized she loved the man. No, she didn't hate Con. She felt absolutely nothing for him. This, her fourth sin was being wiped out, for she felt the loss of hatred.
Shana yearned for escape from this horrible punishment, for this was what the fuck was to her. The only way for it to come to an end would be for Con to attain his satisfaction. Having learned a little from David, she knew the best way to bring this about was to help the man toward his goal.
She began jerking her hips up and down, churning them circularly, tightening and loosening her interior vaginal passage with a muscular action she had never used before. As a result, even though she felt nothing emotionally for Con, her body began responding and feeling good. She was also going to come, but she knew now it wouldn't have the strength of any of the orgasms she'd had with David.
"That's it! That's it!" Con insisted. "Fuck, Shana, fuck!"
Horror stricken, she tried to shut his words out of her mind while striving hard to obey what he was telling her. Her vaginal muscles applied even stronger pressure, squeezing harder and harder.
Con, thinking he had reached Shana at last, felt a surge of elation roar through him as she increased her activity. He was certain this was only the beginning of many fucks to come. In response to her unexpected passion, his body began convulsing wildly as he realized his orgasm was approaching.
"Ggggghhhhh uuuunnnngggghhhh!" he groaned excitedly, "I'm going to come, honey, I'm going to come. Get ready, because I'm going to fill you with my sperm."
Suddenly the man was there. Shana, about to reach her own peak, felt the initial jet of white, pungent semen burst from his madly jerking penile shaft.
"AAAAAYYYYYAAAAA NNNNGGGGHHHH UUUUNNNNGGGG HHHHAAAAGGGG HHHH-AAAARRRRGGGG HHHHUUUUNNNNGGGG HHHHAAAAGGGGHHHH UUUGGGHHH!" Con yelled, shouting and arching his body at the same time as it shuddered in the throes of orgasm. For him, it was one of earthquake proportions. He pumped violently blasting stream after stream of semen into her brutalized vaginal flesh as he continued incoherently moaning and gasping.
Now it was Shana's turn. The orgasm was there, small, barely effective, just managing to be felt, and she realized it had nothing to do with the way Con had fucked. No, in this case it had to do with who was doing the fucking. Had it been David's cock inside her, she would have had a much stronger orgasm. Now Shana knew. Now she understood. She loved David the man and not just the rapist or the neighbor. She wanted more than just sex from him. She wanted to be with him, to live with him, to tend his needs, and to depend on him. For the first time in her life she cared about someone other than Shana Maher.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Conally Morse was gone, but Shana was still panting heavily. Before leaving, the man had terrified her by telling her he would be fucking her regularly in the future.
Shana, not knowing what to do, dressed, and ran down to David's apartment. David wasn't there. She left a note on his door and returned to her own apartment. While she waited, she douched herself out, feeling dirty for having been touched by Con.
When her door buzzer sounded about an hour later, she was surprised to see Gina there. She invited the dark-haired woman in and offered her some coffee. Gina accepted.
Gina knew Shana. Whenever the redheaded woman had a problem, she always had to talk to someone. Right now Shana's problem was Con Morse, Gina had seen to it. Now Gina wanted to know what had gone on between Con and Shana.
She waited patiently, and just when it seemed Shana might open up to her, the door buzzer sounded again. It was David this time, and Shana, standing at the front door, out of Gina's hearing, told the man what Morse had done to her.
David frowned and said, "Well, it seems your friend has taken away one of my turns. He's fucked the hate out of you."
"David, I'm afraid of him," she said.
"Don't be," David assured her. "Who's in the kitchen?"
"Gina," Shana replied.
"She works with Morse a lot," David told her. "She might be here to spy on you for him."
"I didn't think of it that way," Shana shuddered. "David, what can I do?"
"First," he told her, "you don't panic. Second, we turn the tables on them. I have a complete dossier on Gina Cevetti. She's one of those women who likes to swing both ways, with men as well as with women."
"David, you're not suggesting I ... "
"I'm not suggesting anything," David replied. "But one thing is certain, and that is, if you continue with Con Morse, you're going to be drawn into a sexual relationship with Gina, as well."
"What can I do?" Shana asked.
"Beat her at her own game," David suggested. "Make her think you're the one interested in her ever since you found out about sex. Go to one of these womens' saunas. At this time of the day there's no one there. If Gina thinks she's won you over, and you'll know if she has, then tell her I'm also interested in getting in on this gun-smuggling game. I can get all the guns she wants, but I don't have anyone who can take the weapons abroad for me. Now since you've supposedly retired from this racket, maybe Gina and Morse would like to do the job for me."
"What will you do, trap them with the weapons on the other side?" Shana asked. "If you do, they'll know I was in on it, and even in prison Con will find a way to get at me."
"I have a plan which will keep Morse from ever thinking you had anything to do with his being nailed," David told her. "You play along with me, and both Morse and Gina will be caught but they won't suspect you. What's more, you'll be scot-free."
"I don't know if I like being free," Shana shrugged.
"Oh?"
"I used to think I wanted to lie around and do nothing, but I realize what a waste that was. I'd like to spend the rest of my life doing something worthwhile, but only with the man I love."
She stared at David, letting him know her meaning.
David sighed, put an arm around her, and said, "Morse fucked the hate out of you. Now you're losing the feeling of sloth. You go with Gina, do what she wants, then tell her about me. If she is willing to set up a meeting with Morse and myself in your apartment, I'll see to it Morse keeps his hands off you from now on.
"David, I love you," she said.
He looked at her long and hard, then said, "We have a long way to go before we can make any definite future plans."
"But do you love me, David?" she asked, holding his arm.
"Yes, damn you, I love you," he admitted.
"Then I'll do anything you say."
"Fine. Just go back to Gina and convince her to take you to some nearby sauna. Then you can let Gina take over from there. If everything works out well, before the month is over, Conally Morse and Gina Cevetti will be out of your life for good."
"And you?" she asked.
"I told you, whatever takes place between us is something that will need time."
"Not too much time, I hope," she whispered.
He leaned forward, kissed her on the forehead, and said, "No, not too much time."
"Does the fact that Con fucked me make you love me less?" she asked.
"No," he assured her, and kissing her lightly, left.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
When Shana told Gina how achy she was feeling, and that she had been raped by Con Morse, Shana saw Gina's eyes light up. Gina wanted to hear all about what had happened, but Gina was the one to suggest they go to a whirlpool-sauna place. Shana was glad Gina did the suggesting. This way it wouldn't look as if Shana was angling for something.
They went to a place two miles from Shana's building called Ladies' All Night Baths. Once inside, they received towels and were assigned lockers. Stripping down in the locker room, they wrapped themselves in the towels, then walked into the room that had the hydro-bath. The hydro-bath was one huge tub with jets of whirling water shooting up from the floor. As David had predicted, there was no one else there at that time of the day. In two hours, after a full meal, some ladies would come in, and later that night ladies would come after having forays with "gentlemen." But for now the place was virtually deserted.
In the hydro-room, the two women removed their towels and put them on a side bench. Gina walked over to the pool, looked at it, and smiled. It would suit her purposes admirably. But first she had to let Con know that Shana wasn't running out on him, and was with her, Gina, in case the man wondered why she might not answer the phone.
"I'll be back in a flash," she told Shana. "Have to powder my nose. You go ahead into the pool."
Shana put a foot into the pool and hastily pulled it back, gasping. It was hot, very hot, too hot in fact. When she put her foot back in, the water seemed a little less hot. Even so, it took almost five minutes before she was able to immerse her entire body into the pool.
Almost from the start Shana was struck by the acute sensuality of the water playing against her body. Now she understood why David had suggested she ask Gina to bring her here, and why Gina had suggested it before she'd had a chance to open her mouth.
There was a cement bench running around the entire side of the pool, and she sat on it so she was able to submerge herself almost to her neck in the heated water. That was when she became aware of just how powerful the jets of water were. The hot water foamed between her legs, and for the first time Shana felt excitement without anyone touching her. The streams of water were strong enough to tug at the fleshy folds of her vagina. Lord! It felt as if someone with an incredibly warm and soft hand was playing down there with her. She felt as if fingers were parting her vaginal lips, and then there was a tickling, and she remembered the way David had licked her down there once. Yes, it felt as if a liquid tongue was swathing through her. The effect of the swirling waters on her breasts was thrillingly unbelievable. Dear Lord! She suddenly realized it was possible for her to reach an orgasm this way. All she would have to do would be to simply part her thighs and over directly over one of the floor-jets. A feeling of unbelievable sensuality swept through her shuddering vagina as she adjusted her position to get the full benefit of the water. She shut her eyes and lay with her head against the cement rim of the pool, feeling her vagina respond to the watery thrust of the jet beneath as if she had a penis being thrust into her. It was so good it was almost frightening. This was Shana's first time in a whirlpool bath, and she understood why so many women seemed to enjoy it so much.
"Feel better, honey?"
The female voice came from right above her head.
"Oh!" Shana exclaimed, and jerked as she sat up in frightened embarrassment. "Gina! You frightened me! I was half-asleep," she lied, and her face flushed a bright-red.
Gina smiled down at her. Hell! She had seen what had gone on between Shana and David, and she was already able to guess what had taken place between Shana and Con, even if Shana had yet to tell her about it. Yes, she knew why Shana was so tired.
Shana stood and almost slipped. She sat back and Gina asked, "Are you all right?"
"A little cramp," Shana lied, not wanting to admit to being so whacked out because of what had happened to her with the two men.
"Well, that should be easy enough to take care of," Gina told her. "All we have to do is get you to relax a little. I'm very good at making people relax," Gina assured her.
That was when Shana noticed Gina taking off the towel she was wearing, and she realized the darker-haired woman had nothing under the towel. Well she had not had anything beneath her towel. But for a brief moment an acute sense of embarrassment swept through her as she stared at her friend's somewhat rounded figure-more rounded than her own. Her buttocks were much larger than Shana's, though by no means fatty.
Shame on me! Shana thought, feeling embarrassed. Besides, David had warned her just why Gina had brought her here, and she was supposed to make Gina aroused. Shana didn't like the idea of lesbian play, but by the same token David wanted it.
Gina turned around and stood with her arms akimbo, feet apart, hands on hips. Shana gazed up at the tantalizing figure. Gina had fuller breasts than Shana, though not as firm. Her breasts were like grapefruits, whereas Shana had breasts like large oranges. Still, Gina's breasts were excellent. She had a superb body. Her belly was still flat even if her hips were full, and her muscles weren't sagging. Her pubic hair was thicker than Shana's-a luxuriant brown, carpet-thick bush that all but hid her perfect labia. But since she was standing directly above Shana, the later was able to see Gina's vaginal lips, lips already moist. She gulped a little and said, "I can understand why Con likes your body so much, Gina. You're a beautiful woman."
"So are you, Shana," Gina smiled. "You have breasts that are like the wonderful melons of the Orient-as stated in the Rubaiyat. This is the first time I've had an opportunity to look at your naked body, and I can see it's as lovely as your face. Now tell me, what took place between Con and yourself."
As Gina slowly lowered herself into the pool Shana told her how Con had raped her. It was obvious Gina was more used to the heat than Shana. She listened, then sat beside the red-haired woman and said, "You have to forgive Con. He's been anxious about bedding you for quite a few years now."
"What I can't figure out is how he found out about David and me."
Gina changed the subject by asking, "Which leg?"
"Pardon?" Shana asked.
"Which leg has the cramp?"
"Oh ... uhhhh ... this one, the right one," she said, motioning to the leg nearest Gina.
"It needs massaging in order for the heat to get into the muscles," Gina told her. "I'll help you."
With this, the darker-haired woman put her hands on Shana's thighs and tugged them far apart, making the redheaded woman feel embarrassed. The water jet began sizzling against her cuntlips all over again. Gina began working the leg from side to side, swinging it like an old rusty gate, moving it a number of times. She was becoming only too aware of the effect it was having on her body. The combination of hands and the water was too much.
Her sexual excitement was mounting in spite of the fact that Shana wasn't a lesbian. But then, David had warned her what to expect, and instead of fighting Gina, Shana knew the only smart thing was to give in to it. Her nipples reflected her arousal by becoming stiff and hard.
Her mind was now dulled with passion, and Shana knew without a doubt that Gina was leading to something much more intimate. Yes, the darker-haired woman was deliberately arousing her.
"Now try and stand," Gina said, and both women were aware that Shana had no cramp, yet Shana had to play along. She stood. "Bend over to stretch the muscle a little, and then bend your knees."
Shana did exactly as Gina ordered her to do, and that was when she felt a jolt of forbidden pleasure as she felt a jet-stream of water splash directly against her clitoris. It came from behind and raged against her anus and her labia, hitting the clitoris repeatedly. At the same time, another stream was "rubbing" her nipples, making them swell even more. She felt as if she was being examined by two penises, front and back-and the hot breath of an insatiable male was penetrating her-a liquid fucking.
Now Gina was trying to wrap both her hands around the supposedly cramped thigh, but she had tiny hands and her slender fingers didn't meet in spite of the slimness of the thigh. Nevertheless, she applied pressure with her fingers, kneading with a strength her petite figure seemed to hide.
"Stand completely upright," Gina ordered.
Shana did so, and her full breasts rose like pink-centered moons rising from a silvery sea. She waited patiently until Gina said to her, "Spread your legs a little." Shana complied, once again feeling the erotic stimulation of the heatedly swirling waters splashing against her vagina. The pressure was unbelievably tantalizing, and Shana had to struggle to keep from closing her eyes and imagining a hand was caressing her.
Gina's dark-brown eyes were now smoky, and it was obvious from the quivering of her nostrils that she was also becoming heatedly aroused. Each breath from the darker-haired, smaller woman seemed to betray something of what she was inwardly feeling as she stared at the fullness of Shana's round breasts. The redheaded woman waited and knew instinctively that even if this wasn't her idea of sexual pleasure, it was still something momentous, if only because it was an experience, and one she would probably never know again. This would be her first and last foray into this, and in her mind the sin of sloth would be wiped away once and for all.
When Gina lightly kissed her lips, instead of turning away, Shana accepted it, trying hard not to think of it as a strange kiss. Rather it was an exciting kiss even if it came from a woman.
Shana blamed her inner feelings on the water more than anything else. She felt like a sliver of wood floating on top of a boiling ocean, being carried every which way, unable to control herself.
Gina's firm, tiny body moved through the swirling water, and then Shana found her standing directly in front of her. The two of them were so close as to be almost touching. That was when Gina, without any further pretence, simply leaned forward, and with her lips forming a tight oval, sucked Shana's erect left nipple inside.
Shana shut her eyes, thinking she ought to feel repulsed, but she didn't. All she felt was pleasure, and even with her eyes closed she was able to feel the difference in the way the other woman sucked as compared to the lips of the men who had mouthed her breasts.
"I never knew it would feel like this," Shana gasped.
"If you did, you probably would have indulged in something like this a long, long time ago," Gina laughed. "Come! This is too open. Let's go into the sauna room where we can be certain of privacy."
She watched as Gina's dripping figure hoisted itself out of the swirling waters of the hydro-bath. When the older woman was but, she turned and nodded with her head, in total command for the moment as she said, "Come Shana. You have a lot to learn about being delighted, and I'm anxious to teach you."
Shana swallowed as if she had a large lump of food caught in her gullet. She knew full well what was going to happen, especially since David had told her. Well maybe she didn't know exactly what it was Gina was going to do, but she knew it would be something more to do with a sexual relationship between two females-something she had always thought of as perverted and forbidden. True, she was doing this at David's instigation, but she wondered, had David not involved her in this, would she have come to the point where Gina had shamelessly aroused her and she was unable to fight off the thrilling feelings invading her slender form? Had what little morality she had kept while smuggling deserted her so totally and completely that she would willingly permit this to happen to her?
What Con had done to her late in the afternoon had been unforgivable, but it had been against her will-at least initially. But then, the three times David had taken her had been against her will, as well. As a result, she had been absolved of the sins of Pride, Envy, Hypocrisy, and Hatred. But was her willingness to go through this with Gina going to absolve her of Sloth? She hoped so, for in spite of her willingness now, she had initially been shocked at the idea and was doing all this to please David. For in pleasing David, she would hopefully absolve herself of all her former sins. Wasn't this, what she was going to do, a form of wickedness, too? But even with all these thoughts invading her mind, the redheaded woman climbed the stone steps out of the hydro-pool to stand beside Gina.
Gina took Shana's hand as if the red haired woman was someone totally lost. She opened the door to the sauna room, and the hot, dry heat came blasting out as if someone had opened the gates of inferno, itself. Shana thought she must be blistered all over.
Standing there, totally docile for the moment, Shana permitted Gina to put a towel-like turban on her head to protect her hair. Gina was standing in front of the taller woman, and when she reached up to adjust the turban, her breasts came into direct contact with those of Shana, and the latter's sensitive nipples began tingling even more.
Shana reacted, not as if she had been stung by a spider, but with a single sideways motion of her body which caused her breasts to rub against the paps of the other woman, nipple against nipple.
Gina smiled at her and said, "Yes, I can see why men fall in love with you so easily, Shana. You're a stunningly beautiful woman."
Stepping into the sauna, she tugged Shana inside, shutting the door behind the beautiful redhead. For a moment Shana wondered if she had indeed stepped into hell on earth.
After a moment, Shana realized the heat wasn't quite as oppressive as she had initially thought it to be. The sauna room was a lot wider than she had expected, and wooden benches attached to the walls ran all the way around the room. The benches were wide enough so that if one sat on them with one's back against the stone wall, one's feet would be off the ground. When Shana sat on the edge of the bench, she felt the heat of the wood almost burn her buttocks. Yet the feeling of heat was masochistically pleasurable. Perhaps she felt salved feeling the pain, thinking of it as punishment for having enjoyed what Gina had done with her, so far.
"Lie down, Shana," Gina told her, and placed a folded towel on the bench to be used as a pillow.
Shana knew if she followed these instructions she would do whatever Gina wanted, and she would definitely fall into Gina's class of being bi-sexual. No longer was there any kind of foolish pretense between the two women as to the aid and care of a cramped leg. This was the beginning of something totally immoral-a sexual act between two women. Yet it would expiate the sin of Sloth, and Shana, amazed at her willingness to use one sin to absolve herself of another, lay back as directed, a part of her mind sliding out of her body and impartially observing everything that was going on. She didn't know why, but she believed such knowledge might be useful sometime in the future. Crazy!
"I've waited for you almost as long as Con," Gina admitted. "You see, I don't deny I can appreciate a woman as much as a man, but until now, I knew, since you were horrified at a man's touch, you would be even more horrified at a woman's touch. Lord, but you're stunning. All these years ... mmmm ... I should have forced the issue much sooner. You're so sexually alive inside, I think I would have been able to bring this desire out in you had I been given an opportunity.
Shana felt her heart pounding away inside her like a mad trip hammer. It seemed incredible that a woman had desires for her the way a man did in spite of knowing Gina's tendencies.
"Why?" she finally asked, trying to understand why women should feel things for one another as they might for a man.
"Come on now," Gina taunted. "It's time for you to tear away that little-girl innocence of yours. Give in to what you feel inside." So saying, she reached out and began fingering Shana's erect nipple.
"No ... " Shana gasped, trying to withdraw from the electrical contact she was feeling. At the moment she felt like some kind of bird being hypnotized by a python intent on devouring her. "I don't know ... "
"Stop talking foolishly," Gina insisted. "You just lie there for a little while, and let me lead you into areas of delight you've never previously experienced, if only because I'm a woman."
Shana's eyes were now locked on Gina's haunting face as the other woman sat on the sauna bench beside her, and then, after adjusting her own towel, the darker-haired woman lay down beside her.
There was a funny feeling in the middle of Shana's belly. A dull, pounding sensation of expectation filled her which she recognized as heightened sexual arousal. Her buttocks were actually quivering.
Gina's eyes seemed ablaze with an unholy fire. The irises had grown to unbelievably large size, almost as if she were on some kind of drug. Gina's face came closer and closer to Shana, blocking out the rest of the room. She felt the seething heat of Gina's body pressing against her own; thigh to thigh; belly to belly; vagina touching vagina; breasts brushing against breasts; brown nipples rubbing against pink nipples.
"Now let me show you ... " Gina told her.
She slowly took Shana's face in her two hands, then leaned forward and pressed her lips against Shana's. They were soft at first, as they had been the first time Gina had kissed her. The salty taste of her perspiration was some kind of aphrodisiac, arousing her even more.
The entire thing had been done so delicately and gently that Shana wasn't aware of the exact instant that Gina's tongue shyly peeped out and touched hers as it slid between her own lips and entered her mouth. Shana felt herself finding it difficult to breathe, part of this caused by the knowledge that even if this absolved her of former sins, it, in itself, was a sin. It was perverted and wicked, but this knowledge was shunted aside by a delicious sensation hammering in her helpless feminine loins as her vagina began reverberating like a kettle drum.
Shana moaned, and at that moment the last vestiges of resistance flowed out of her body. Without her wanting to do so, she found her own tongue responding, softly licking back and sucking on the invading digit. Then Gina's tongue withdrew, and Shana's anxiously followed it into the other woman's mouth.
Gina rolled a leg over Shana, pressing the inner part of her thigh against the redhead's mount of Venus. The feeling was unbelievably wonderful. Almost instantly the lovely girl felt smoldering coals building to white-hot flame within her quaking body-a flame fueled by the sudden awareness that Gina's fingertips were moving like spiders up and down her shuddering spine, teasing her back. Gina's hands moved even lower until they ultimately came to rest on the soft swells of Shana's ultra-sensitive buttocks, made even more sensitive since David had ass-fucked her.
Shana gave way to all the wonderful sensations charging uncontrollably through her shuddering body. Then the older woman suddenly pulled away, separating her body from that of the redhead. At that moment Shana felt an overwhelming feeling of total disappointment. But this was replaced by incomprehensible pleasure as Gina said, "I want you, Shana. I want you and need you more than Con ever will. That's why you must never leave us."
Shana felt no love for either Gina or Con. Still, it did her feelings a world of good to know she was wanted by them.
Gina's voice betrayed her own mounting lust. She bent over and pressed her hot lips against the beautiful redhead's left breast.
"Unh!"
It was a gasp of sheer delight, coming from the moment Shana felt the other woman's tantalizing tongue teasing her turgid nipple. The gentle sucking of her pursed lips sent shudders through the breast itself.
Gradually, little by little, Gina's dancing fingers, which had been spider's legs, changed to the tantalizing flutter of moth's wings, and then became the beating wings of a dove, and finally the talons of a hawk seizing its prey. One hand was locked on Shana's right breast, the fingers working expertly at the nipple-doing to it what Gina herself liked to feel done to her own breasts-capturing the little bud, teasing it, squeezing it, then releasing it-working in perfect rhythm with the way her lips pulled on the other nipple.
Gina's other hand had moved down, seeking, finally finding the palpitating vent that was Shana's cunt. Her long, middle finger slid gently, carefully up and down the entire pink division. But it purposely avoided all contact with Shana's clitoris for the moment. Shana began undulating her pelvis, trying to make Gina touch her extended man-in-the-boat, but Gina was an expert at this, and avoided it for the moment. Gina's tickling fingers remained on the surface, in no way trying to separate the vulva lips and move between them.
As the tantalizing crack became more and more lubricated because of the way Gina was teasing, the darker-haired woman slipped her finger to the end of the crack, crossed the perineal divide, and then touched the puckered brownie of Shana's rectum. Here, the finger stopped for a moment, then began its undulating, teasing penetration of this new orifice.
Wave after wave of forbidden pleasure charged through Shana. David's cock had aroused her rectal nerves, and Gina's touching her back there was having a maddening effect on her. But Gina had a nail on her fingertip, and she was hurting Shana. The redheaded woman, even though feeling pain, felt thrills. Still, she didn't want Gina to tear her inner flesh, and so raised her buttocks from the bench in an attempt to escape from the nail. But Gina's finger, nail and all, was moistened enough from the heavily dripping flow of her cunt-juices, and as a result Gina was able to push her finger inside, penetrating the crinkle to the first knuckle.
"Ohh! That hurts!" Shana gasped.
Gina didn't bother replying. Instead, she merely sank her sharp white teeth into the soft tender flesh of Shana's breast, seemingly trying to swallow the entire thing. Shana gasped. It might have been painful, but it was also beautiful. It was a blissful torment that had her on the borderline of total rapture.
The finger in Shana's asshole now began moving back and forth very gently in an effort to attain even more depth. Slowly the digit continued riding inward. Shana's rectal tunnel had so tightly captured the probing finger, that each movement caused her puckered sphincteral muscle to move around it, clamping down even harder. Shana gasped with uncontrolled delight.
The original painful sensation in Shana had changed to something else entirely, something totally alien, something deeply, darkly exciting. Now she felt the deeper muscles of her rectum flexing and unflexing in an effort to tug the finger even more deeply inside. She was trembling as she felt Gina's finger touch the nerve-endings David's cock had brought to life earlier. As a result, she was building toward an orgasm. It wasn't possible, it didn't seem as if a finger in her rectum was really capable of bringing her to such satisfaction. Her body rapidly climbed toward an exalted peak. Now she wanted that finger embedded even more deeply in her back tunnel. She also wanted a long, hard cock slammed solidly into the depths of her vagina. It would be lovely if the penis would vibrate while inside her. She was on the verge of orgasm now ... almost there ... ready ... ready ... ready ...
At that moment Gina pulled her finger from Shana's asshole, removed her mouth from the red head's breast, took her hand from the other breast, and slid away. She sat upright with a smile of victory scrawled all over her beautiful face.
"Oh, no! Don't stop now!" Shana lamented.
She made an attempt to sit up, a plea for more forming on her beautiful lips. Gina's firm hand pushed her right back down on the wooden bench.
"Now, Shana," Gina crooned, "you're about to discover the total delight one woman can bring another."
Gina slowly slithered down until she was in a half-crouching position directly opposite Shana's hips. Her voice was thick and hoarse with desire when she simply said, "You know, you have one of the prettiest little clitorises I've ever seen. I think you're going to faint dead away with ecstasy when I put it in my mouth."
Gina had suddenly become a paragon of gentleness. Her heatedly soft lips gently kissed the other woman's flat, white belly. Her tongue started tracing a pattern of eroticism across the abdomen. Once again the tongue paused in its journey to seek out the navel. Then it moved from side to side, licking the hip bones.
Shana moaned continually, doing her best to twist her pelvis so that her feverishly anxious pussy would finally make contact with the soft, fiery pink sword heading in its direction. Gina, however, had other ideas as to how Shana would reach the promised land of orgasm. Her hands were constantly busy, slowly separating the lovely woman's white thighs to reveal the seeping vagina in all its wonderful glory. The red head's clitoris seemed to be vibrating like a struck tuning fork, and the reverberations were traveling through her entire body.
Now Gina's hungry mouth moved down Shana's legs, sending wave after rippling wave of pleasurable lust with it. The outer parts of Shana's upper thighs were licked, kissed, fondled, and caressed. The outer right calf was kissed. The tongue left a trail of fire down the entire outer part of the leg. When it reached the soles of Shana's feet, it began working up the tantalizingly soft inside passageway leading to the far-off cavern of her vagina.
Shana simply lay back, her body as straight and as immobile as a piece of rigid iron. She no longer felt the heat emanating from the bench beneath her. She felt nothing other than the lasciviousness permeating her body until she felt pain. That was when she was aware that her own fingers were pressing into her scalp and her nails were cutting her.
Gina's educated lips swept higher and higher, moving up ... up ... up ... toward that ultimate juicy center. Tiny whimpering sounds of pure delight struggled to emerge from Shana's tightly constricted throat. Meanwhile Gina's left hand moved tantalizingly along the alabaster inner thigh until it brushed the silken-haired nest. The touch of the darker woman's hand on her vagina brought a short gasp of total rapture bubbling from her panting throat. Somehow the fact that a woman was doing all this made all the difference in the world and it was like nothing she had ever felt before. The hand was doing something down there. Thumb and forefinger were parting her inner lips now ... and then ...
Shana shrieked out her delight the instant Gina's lightning-like tongue struck, flickering like a ghost against her sodden cunt.
"Unh ... God don't stop ... please ... don't ever stop ... more ... more ... yesssss ... I lowvvve iiiii-iiitttt ... Unnnnhhhh ..."
Gina's tongue needed no verbal urging to continue what it was doing. At the moment the pink lingual digit moved as if it had a life unto itself, licking at Shana's tantalizing crack the way a cow would lap at a salt-lick. The lancing tongue penetrated through the two heatedly lubricated inner lips, drinking up the mead inside. This brought moan after moan of wanton delight from Shana. The tongue began moving back and forth as if it were a small, bendable, vibrant prick.
There was more to come, though. Even as Gina knifingly drove her slurping tongue up and down through Shana's vaginal canyons, her fingers began titillating the redhead's shudderingly extended clitoris. Tentatively, the probing finger of one hand once again sought entry through the tight rectus guarding Shana's anus. Surprisingly, it slid in to the second joint this time before Shana even realized the digit had penetrated her. The finger rotated around and around in an effort to enlarge the tiny opening. A moment later, the finger was all the way in to the knuckled fist. It made wild circles in the tiny little tubular tunnel, and was joined by a second finger.
"Ung ... God ... yes-sss ... do it ... do it ... do it ... " Shana gasped.
The plea seemed to come from the innermost depths of her shuddering soul, and then, without warning, everything began collapsing inside her.
Shana felt as if she were free-wheeling, end-over-end in space, being drawn toward a hot, meteoric sun of flaming sensation. There were comets here and there, and flaming satellites ... and everything was being violently pulled toward the center of the entire universe, and that center was her vagina.
"YYYYAAAAIIII YYYYEEEEAAAA GGGG-GGGGAAAA NNNNGGGGHHHH UUUUNNNN-GGGG HHHHAAAAYYYYAAAA GGGHHHUU-UUWWWWWAA AAAAUUUUGGGGHHHHH!" Shana screamed, her voice letting out one yell of rapture after another, as if both she and Gina were witches presiding over the bubbling cauldron of her vagina.
Shana's hands had cruelly grasped Gina's head, and she was actually slamming the other woman's face into her sodden crotch, as if she were trying to shove in the woman's nose as well as her tongue, after which she wanted to shove in her cheeks, her forehead, and even her chin. She wanted to jam it into that whirling centrifuge of hot, creamy liquid that was her seething cunt. Her legs and feet began slamming violently against the wooden bench beneath her, and her pelvis undulated like a pile driver gone totally out of control. She came, then came again, then again, again, again, and again. It was a series of non-stop orgasms the like of which she would never have dreamed possible. Her strength was sapped right out of her, and there, on the bench in the sauna, she felt herself blacking out.
"Next time," she heard Gina say, as she slowly passed into oblivion, "It will be your turn to learn to do things to me, lovely Shana. You'll discover there's as much joy in the doing as there is in the being done to. For now, rest!"
And Shana slept.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
They were back in Shana's apartment now. She was making a late dinner for Gina and herself, and she was improvising as she went along, telling Gina what David had told her to say.
"He knows some influential people," Shana went on. "Big, really big. Military people. He can get his hands on an unlimited number of weapons and ammunition. He doesn't know I know, but I overheard him talking on the phone one day. Seems his supplier is overstocked, and he doesn't dare run any guns overseas."
"Who does he sell to?" Gina asked.
"Some groups in the Middle East. Afghanistan rebels, I think. You see," Shana went on lying, "he's all for causes. He smuggled guns to the Jews in Palestine to help them in their war against the Arabs. They finally won their independence, and then he helped a whole bunch of Third World rebels as well as some in the various Latin-American countries. I think he'd be tickled pink to try and help the Irish with their cause, especially if it'll put money into his pocket. David is very pragmatic, and much as he likes to help causes, he also likes money. The thing is, I don't know how to approach him."
"That sounds ridiculous, under the circumstances," Gina laughed. "I mean, you did tell me Con discovered you were somehow being intimate with David, right?"
"Right!" Shana nodded.
"Well, then, suppose two of us were to become intimate with him at the same time. We become very friendly, then introduce him to Con, let them work out the details, just as long as we get some of the money, too."
"That is a brilliant idea," Shana agreed.
"I can understand you not being able to think of it," Gina smiled. "I mean, sex is very new to you, isn't it. It would never occur to you to use it to get ahead. To you, sex is something purely for pleasure."
"True," Shana nodded, realizing Gina was reacting exactly as David had predicted. "Tell me, how do we go about this?"
"Tonight we do nothing," Gina told her. "You're all whacked out. If you tried making it with David, you'd fall flat on your face, and he would probably be insulted. Tomorrow on the other hand, we'll both be fresh. You have an extra bed here. Why don't I spend the night here, and tomorrow morning, if this David is home, we'll both go down to his apartment and we'll convince him how friendly we both can be."
"Won't he be suspicious if I suddenly offer to share you with him, or share him with you for that matter?" Shana asked.
"So I'll go down first, start seducing, and then you come down to ostensibly see what's going on. Instead of getting angry, you join in and we make it really good for the man. He'll be so grateful, afterward, we might be able to talk a deal with him. If so, we call Con, introduce the two of them, and let them take it from there."
"Do you really think he'll go for it, Gina?"
"Trust me," Gina insisted.
Trust her! Like Shana would trust a rattlesnake. But by doing this, Shana realized she would be relieving herself of the sixth sin-gluttony. She wanted David all to herself, and she was being forced to share him. No more greedy fucking-at least not until Gina and Con were out of the picture.
"All right," Shana nodded.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
The following morning, while Gina was in the shower, Shana called David's apartment and told him of what had taken place between Gina and herself. After she had finished speaking, David told her, "Fine. Bring her down about eleven. Then, after we're finished, we can all go out and have lunch."
"What Gina wants to eat isn't served in restaurants," Shana said.
"We'll feed it to her anyway," David laughed.
"I don't like the sound of that," Shana insisted.
"You're acting both greedy and gluttonous," David told her.
"All right, all right, I'll send her down first, so she thinks she'll be seducing you."
"Fine. Then you walk in afterward. Well, well, well. With one stroke, if you wish to call it that, you'll be absolving yourself of two sins at once. You'll be sin-free."
"Will I?" Shana asked.
"In my eyes, anyway."
"Your eyes are the only ones that count," Shana told him. "David, when this is over, is there a chance for us-together?"
"A better than even chance," he assured her. "I'm doing a lot of covering up for you, getting evidence on all the other members of Morse's smuggling group. When I turn it over to the British Embassy, they'll never know you were involved. You're a witch, Shana. I've never been so dominated by a woman in my life before. Play straight with me, and everything'll work out fine."
"This is the first time in my life I'm being straight with a man," she told him. "Don't disappoint me, David."
"I won't," he assured her.
Shana hung up and prepared breakfast for Gina and herself. She noticed the other woman was as meticulous as she about her hygiene and cleanliness habits. She had left her undies soaking overnight in the sink, and had hung them on the radiator to dry while she was showering.
When Gina emerged from the bathroom, she already had her underwear on, and she was combing her hair. Shana told her she knew for a fact that David would be in his apartment from eleven o'clock on. She had called down to find out, and the man had "disarmingly" told her when he would be in.
The two women ate, then Shana showered, putting on a simple green-and-white dress, after. They watched the news on TV, and then did a little shopping.
At exactly eleven, Gina was pushing David's doorbell. When David opened the door, she smiled at him, admiring his blue slacks and white shirt, saying, "Hi. Remember me? I'm Shana's friend, Gina. May I come in for a moment? Shana told me to meet her in her apartment, but she said if she wasn't home I should come down here."
"She isn't here at the moment," David smiled, "but if you'd care to come in and wait ... "
"Thank you," Gina smiled.
David's apartment was shaped exactly like Shana's because he lived below her. He led Gina into the living room, and when he turned to talk to her, he was surprised when she twined her arms around his neck, saying, "You know, you're an extremely handsome man."
"If Shana is going to be right down ... "
"She told me all about what you've been forcing her to do," Gina whispered. "Tell me, do you find me attractive?"
"Well ... errr ... of course ... I mean, you're very lovely ... "
"You wouldn't have to force me, you know," Gina told him. "I'm more than willing to make love."
"Uhhh ... yes ... wellll ... still ... "
"Did you really like fucking Shana?" she asked. "I mean, I know she was a virgin before you put your hands on her. Tell me, is a virgin pussy, one that's twenty-eight years old, still wet and gooey, or is it all dried out by that time. I hear virgins don't know how to keep their vaginas really clean, and they're not only old but somewhat smelly. Is it true?"
"Uhhh ... that isn't nice," David insisted.
"I never pretended to be nice," Gina smiled, kissing his lips lightly. "But I'm terrific in bed."
"Look, Shana's going to be her any minute ... "
"And you're going to screw her again? Wonderful. Why not take on the two of us at once. I'm a friend. I'm sure Shana won't object too strenuously."
"Hey, come on now. I mean ... "
"Don't throw old-fashioned ethics at me," Gina laughed, her hands busy, undoing his shirt. David put up a small struggle, but not too much of a one. He had to convince Gina she was the leader in this conspiracy of a menage-a-trois.
"There's no reason to be upset," he told her as she pulled off his shirt. "Calm down."
"I'm not upset," she insisted. "What I am, David, is horny."
His pants came off next, and she had him lying on his couch.
Though David had no intention of stopping Gina, he was taken aback by her aggressiveness, and was totally unprepared for the way she tugged down his undershorts, yanking them off his ankles with a single tug. Her hand reached out and curled itself around his semi-erect organ, and she muttered, "Yes indeed, it is big, isn't it, very big. This is really a prize, Davy."
David pushed her hand away, pretending a certain reluctance, trying to move away from her as he said, "Now come on, Gina. You know this isn't right."
Gina leaped to her feet and in no time flat had her outer clothing off, and was reaching behind her and unsnapping the catch on her brassiere. The pink-colored material floated to the floor to reveal the fullness of her proud, swollen breasts. She lifted her arms above her head, as if stretching lazily, and her tan nipples puckered, tilting upward and throbbing with overpowering desire. If he was half as good as he had looked when she had seen him fucking Shana's ass, Gina knew she was in for one helluva great time.
"Gina ... now come on ... oh, hell ... Gina ... "
She slipped a thumb into the twin waistbands of her half-slip and panties, and she wriggled this way and that, pulling them, along with her pantyhose, down over her hips. David, unable to keep himself under control, felt his throbbing cock swell and spring fully to life. It stood straight up and seemed to stare with its sightless eye at the delightful body of the beautiful woman in front of David. David closed his eyes, pretending he didn't want to be aroused. But the fires of lust were already blazing through his body.
"Oh, shit!" he sighed.
Gina kneeled beside the man and pressed her hands against his chest, making him lie back on the sofa. Her fingers skittered over his flesh, making him shiver with delight. At the same time she giggled a girlish giggle knowing she had conquered again. Her body was in damned good shape.
She smiled at him, wetting her lips with the tip of her tongue, waiting for him to make some kind of conciliatory gesture that he was willing to undergo the "torture" she had in mind. When he did nothing, she forced him against the back of the sofa as she sprawled beside him, lying on her back. Again she waited-and again David refused to take the initiative. After what seemed like a thirty-second pause, she reached down, took his hand and placed it against the powder puff between her thighs.
"Shana will be here at any moment," he told her. "I gave her a key to my apartment. This is crazy. She'll walk in ... "
"And she'll see the two of us, nice and cozy," the beautiful woman replied. "But you don't really want me to leave, do you, David? I mean this upstanding monster between your thighs is begging me to stay around. All you have to do is ask me."
"Look I ... "
"Please?"
David rolled over Gina, got to his feet on the floor, then bent down and picked her up, carried her into the bedroom, ostensibly to make it easier for her to dress as he picked up her clothes before going in, too. He set her down on the floor and dropped her clothes on his dresser.
"Now get dressed," he ordered.
"My, but you're a very strong man," Gina smiled, mentally comparing him to Con and deciding it would be an even match if they fought.
"Get dressed before Shana comes down here. I'm going back to the living room to get dressed, myself."
"If I don't get dressed?" she teased.
"I'll carry that lovely naked body of yours to the door and toss you out on that lovely fanny of yours, so you can dress in the hall."
"You might as well do it," Gina insisted. "I have no intention of getting dressed."
David picked her up again and was about to carry her out of the bedroom, when the front door at the other end of the long hall opened and Shana walked in. The moment she saw them, she was stunned. She shut the door behind her, stomped over to them, and snapped, "Well, well, a party. Is this private, or can anyone join in?"
"Shana, I ..."
"We were thinking of inviting you," Gina laughed. But she reached out and grabbed David's cock, saying, "And then something came up and I wasn't able to take the time out to dial and call you down."
"My, my," Shana snapped sarcastically. "So now what do the two of you plan to do?"
"What the hell is this?" David wanted to know. "Both of you, get the devil out of here. I'm busy, and I don't have time for fucking around-not with either one of you."
"Make time," Gina ordered. "You see, Shana and I are the answer to your prayers in more ways than one, David. But if you want us to make you happy, then you have to make us happy."
"Shana?" David gasped.
"I'd rather have half of you than none of you," Shana said. "You taught me all about fucking, David. Now I can't get enough of it. So I might just as well join the two of you."
She peeled off her dress, and in no time was down to her bare skin, leaving her clothing on top of his armoire. Then she strutted her nakedness in front of both of them, for the first time not feeling embarrassed about showing herself off.
"Well?" she asked. "What do you think?"
"Hell!" David shrugged. "I can't fight against two of you. I don't think any man in his right mind can."
He dropped Gina to the bed, letting her bounce up and off onto her feet, and then removed the covers from the bed. It was all working out so well, he was unable to keep himself from laughing.
Shana walked around to the other side of the bed, and she noticed Gina's red panties lying on top of the dresser. She picked them up and waved them at David, saying, "Just like in a bullfight. Toro! Toro! Come on, David! Come after me!"
"Go get her," Gina laughed, and gave David a push.
Grinning widely, the man slowly began circling the bed, walking around to where Shana was standing. He snorted a little, then said, "I'm more of a minotaur than a bull. I'm the two-legged kind. But just like a bull, I like my cows nice and tender."
He leaped across the room at Shana. She sidestepped, and as he flopped on the bed beside her, she reached down and whacked him on the behind. The man roared with supposed anger, and slid off the bed, about to charge her again.
"Come on, come on," Shana laughed, waving the panties at him."
"Wonderful!" Gina cried, now on her knees in the middle of the bed, clapping her hands wildly. "Go get her, Davy. Get her and give her a taste of your horn."
David snorted, weaving his shoulders this way and that. He made several feinting starts, first left, then right, and then he charged directly at Shana. This time he swept her up in his arms and buried his face between the fullness of her breasts. His lips sucked one tantalizing nipple between them as his tongue proceeded to lick it all over and send electric thrills racing through the redheaded woman.
"Ohhhh ... uuuunnnnhhhh ... David ... oh ... yessssss ... " Shana cooed as her slender white form seemed to melt against his solid masculine frame, feeling the muscles in him.
She reached beneath her lovely rump and curled her long, slender fingers around the throbbing shank of David's shudderingly pulsating phallus. Her lips kissed the top of his head and then she nibbled at his ear as she murmured, "It's so long, so hard, so wonderful."
The man eased Shana's nipple from the compression of his lips. He raised his head a bit and stared at the lovely radiance of her beaming face. There was love written all over her, not just lust. All Gina saw was the sex, but David saw beyond. Shana licked her lips with the tip of her hot, pink tongue, and David groaned just looking at her. He lowered his mouth to hers while still holding her and he savagely kissed her.
Shana let go of the pulsating wand that was his cock and threw her arms around David's neck. The man fell on his knees on the wide bed and tugged her luscious, slender body against himself.
"Hey, you two," Gina reminded them. This is a menage-a-trois!"
Gina began bouncing up and down on the bed, moving this way and that, trying hard to pry their bodies apart, wanting to get in on some of it, herself. After all, as far as Gina was concerned, this was her idea. For awhile the other two seemed unaware she was still there, and soon she began pounding her fists on David's back.
"Come on, already. Fair is fair," she insisted.
"I think Gina is trying to tell you something," Shana laughed, sighing deeply. "Do you think it's something important?"
David grinned at both of them and said, "I've never done anything like this before. I mean, what am I supposed to do? How do I go about pleasing the pair of you at the same time?"
"Well, you do have a penis," Shana smiled, touching it.
"You also have a mouth," Gina added. "Come on, let's all three of us lie down on the bed. I think better lying down."
So the three of them stretched out, lying face-up on the firm mattress. David lay between the two females. After a short while, Gina rolled on her side and rested her chin on David's chest as she said, "Yes, I think I have an idea."
"Speak!" Shana insisted.
"Well, you've been such a goody-goody all your life, Shana. I'd like to see you 'sink to my level.' I'd like to see you suck this man's cock for a starter. That will really get me heated up."
Shana rolled over on one elbow and looked at Gina, blinking for a moment and wrinkling her brow. "Tell me, why is that so important to you, Gina?"
Shana was frightened. True she had sucked David's phallus once-for a short while, but since that time she had not done it at all.
"If you're going to become sexually involved with a man, any man, you should do it right," Gina insisted. "I know what a great cocksucker I am, but I'd like to see you attempt it. I mean, if you're afraid, then I'll be more than happy to show you how it's done."
Oddly enough, Shana didn't mind the idea of David burying his pike in Gina's vagina. But she knew she would never be able to put his penis in her mouth if she knew Gina had sucked it, first. In a way she owed this to David. This was her punishment for being such a glutton. She was about to feed on seed.
"What do you say, David?" she asked, her heart in her mouth. "Shall I show Gina I'm not afraid to take your penis in my mouth? Shall I show her I'm as . depraved as she?"
David looked from Shana to Gina, then back again. Finally he shrugged, not knowing what to say. The only time Shana had sucked his cock was half in her sleep. Would she be willing to do it wide awake? This was something she had to decide for herself.
"Since he's not objecting, I assume he's agreeable," Shana said, inwardly shuddering as she all but fell face-down over the man's upstanding phallus, settling herself on her knees in the vacant triangle formed by his outstretched thighs. "You relax, darling," she smiled. "I promise I won't bite it off."
The beautiful redhead cupped her hand under the doughy sac of the man's scrotum, feeling the hard, round testicles inside. Her other hand reached forward and her fingers closed around the root of his thrashing phallus. You ready?" she asked Gina.
"Go right ahead, big brave girl," Gina taunted, pressing her chin into David's belly. "Let's see you start."
"Well, first," Shana said, "to make sure it doesn't spit at me, I'm going to kiss it and let it know I love it. I mean, if it knows I'm friendly, it should react in a friendly way to me."
Taking a deep breath, and checking to see that Gina was watching, she lowered her face to the penis, and she stuck her tongue out just a little and licked the underside of the organ. Some of his lubrication smeared itself on her tongue, and as a result, when she pulled the tongue back into her mouth, she tasted it. Salty, slippery, oozy, but otherwise, excellent. Her tongue flashed out again and swirled around the penile head, leaving deposits of saliva all over it. Now she had "immunized" David's cock, and whether it went into Gina's cunt or her mouth, her own saliva was there, coating it, thus protecting it, at least as far as Shana was concerned.
Gina's eyes were big and round, alive and sparkling as she watched the redheaded woman lap at the head of the man's penis. She felt a strong sense of anticipation, but she also felt desire. It was pleasurable watching Shana lick, but Gina, who was far more experienced, was certain she was capable of doing a much better job.
"Not bad," Gina finally said. "Not bad at all. Now let me show how a real professional does it."
"By all means," Shana nodded.
Gina rose to her knees, shuddering with anticipation, and she swiftly darted her head at the snakelike penis, her lips pressing against the underside as she nibbled her way up, then down the organ.
"I don't see where you're any better than I was," Shana insisted. "I think you're more afraid of the penis than you care to admit. Kiss it with a little more heart and soul. I mean, I feel love for it."
"It's just supposed to be sucked, not bitten," Gina insisted.
"All right, expert, show me how you do it again."
Once more Gina lowered her head, parting her lips just a little as her mouth came closer to the penile point. She breathed deeply, inhaling the strong masculine essence of him. This time she ringed the head with her lips and sucked it into her mouth. The tip of her tongue licked wildly across the tip again and again. Shana, watching, giggled a little, realizing though she lacked professional expertise, she still had considerably more enthusiasm than Gina. Gina's desire had been to see Shana suck, and then to prove herself better than Shana. Shana's desire had been to please David.
"What's the giggle supposed to mean?" Gina asked, raising her head.
"I think the only way David can compare us is to let us both suck him at the same time," Shana insisted. "You work on the tip, and I'll start to work on his testicles."
"Sounds like fun," Gina smirked. "What do you think, Davy?"
David smiled at them, nodded, and said, "Be my guest, honey."
"Well, he's agreeable," Gina said.
The two women leaned forward and extended their tongues, the tip of each organ all but sticking tightly to one side of the penile head. Then each sucked a small part of his flesh between her lips and their tongues hotly swirled against the organ.
David, who had never had two mouths on his cock at the same time before, felt as if the top of his head was about to come off. It was fantastic, and he was able to feel the distinct differences in the way the two women were using their mouths.
The two girls began aping one another. Shana watched Gina, and followed whatever Gina did. As Gina lip-nibbled her way up and down one side of David's phallus, Shana did the same on the other side. Their lips sucked at each side of his head, then slowly slithered down to the throbbing root of the organ, making the awesome, pole-shaped monster tremble with delight. After awhile, as Gina worked her way back up to the tip, Shana let her mouth slither down to the wrinkled hairy sac that contained his balls.
Shana's tongue licked out and tickled each individual wrinkle in the man's testicles. She bathed each oval ball with a thick coating of viscous saliva and licked the underside of the sac, as well. With each passing moment she found herself less and less afraid of what she was doing, and as a result, more adept.
Gina once again parted her lips and sucked the pulsing penile head inside. David feeling the dual pressure of both mouths, was unable to remain still. He began thrashing insanely about on the bed. His hips rolled this way and that, his pelvis thrusting upward in order for him to feel more oral pressure from the two women. Joy buzzed through his body, making him vibrate uncontrollably.
His hand reached out and found Gina's round ass. He began stroking it, rubbing the tips of his fingers around one smooth globe, then the other, his mind instantly noting how much larger and rounder it was than Shana's. Oozing oil began seeping from the depths of her creaming vagina, collecting in thin, glistening layers on the outsides of her vaginal lips, also coating her inner thighs.
"Gina ... "David gasped. "Suck more of the cock into your mouth. I mean, that part which you're sucking you're sucking quite well, but there's a lot of cock that still needs sucking. Go to it, honey!"
Gina didn't have to be told twice. She began lowering her head, moving slowly, tantalizingly, at a snail's pace, but little by little she pulled more of the throbbing pike into her mouth. The head was pushing into her gullet now, and still her lips sank lower. Soon she was kissing the base of his penis, her lips touching Shana's as Shana continued sucking his balls into her mouth, swirling her tongue over them in turn. She began bobbing her head up and down, her lips sucking the testicles harder, while Gina's bobbing mouth continually washed the full length of David's shank. Each time her head rose, her lips pulled against the corona, sucking hard, teasing and tantalizing him all the more.
David lifted and lowered his groin in time to the way the two women rhythmically sucked his cock and balls. His balled fists slammed into the mattress repeatedly as gasps of delight seeped from his panting mouth.
Often, when smuggling arms overseas, the two females worked together as a team. Now they were a perfect combination all over again, each apparently knowing her job and doing it to perfection. At this point in time it would have been impossible for David to realize Shana had never done this in her life, before. While Gina increased the tempo of her bobbing head and sucking lips. Shana worked her hands under David's body and lifted his hips from the mattress. Then her tongue snaked forth and probed directly into his anus, remembering this was what he had done prior to ramming his finger and cock into her rear tunnel. She noted with satisfaction that he was as clean in his orifices as she.
This was all David needed to light his fuse. His body stiffened as he felt the orgasm that had been lurking in him suddenly rise to the surface. His body was a quivering volcano all set to erupt. He thrust upward wildly with his churning pelvis, ramming his cock all the way into Gina's gullet. Shana, feeling the tightness in his balls, thrust her finger into his asshole and pressed against his prostate. Her mouth clamped tightly around both testicles at once as her finger massaged insanely.
"GGGGHHHHAAAA NNNNGG GGGHHHH UUUUNNNNGGGG HHHHAAAAGGGGHHHH!" David bellowed, and the sperm erupted from his cock like lava from a wild volcano, splashing again and again against Gina's throat and then slithering down into her belly as Gina sucked. The older woman never once stopped bobbing her head up and down, the compression of her lips keeping his cock stiff because the blood was unable to retreat. Her dancing tongue twirled against the underside, and David, in all fairness, had to admit that Shana would have a way to go before catching up to Gina when it came to cocksucking.
After awhile David lay still, and Shana pulled her finger from his rectum as her mouth released his balls. Gina finally let his limp penis fall from between her lips. She raised her head to suck in air, and David noticed there was no sperm on her cheeks or lips. She had swallowed it all.
"When you come, you come," she breathlessly panted.
"I do that," David nodded.
"But it tastes good, really good."
"Next time I'll do the tasting," Shana said.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
They waited almost two hours, and in that time, Gina pretended to get drunk, revealing to David that she was in the arms smuggling business. She knew someone with all the right contacts overseas, and she, herself, went along to make sure each shipment safely got through.
Both women were still smoldering, anxious to enjoy a climax, and David knew he would have to gratify them. He waited, watching while the two of them played with one another for awhile, rekindling desire in one another and building sensations in David by merely letting him watch. Then Gina showed her sweat-shiny body to David in a multitude of different poses. He was sitting on the edge of the bed as she walked over to him, her pussy thrust forward, her breasts standing proud and high. Then she walked over to the closet, looked inside for a moment, and her hand came out with one of David's leather belts.
"All right," Gina smiled. "Suppose the two of you lie on the bed next to one another."
Shana was only too happy to obey, going over to the bed and lying down. But David, curious as to what Gina intended, remained sitting on the edge of the bed. Gina moved forward, suddenly the regal queen in this little kingdom, and she flicked the tip of the belt against his penile head. It should have hurt, but it didn't. Gina knew precisely what to do and how hard to do it. The snap of leather merely sent more desire surging through the man. Colorless oils oozed from the tip of his phallus, and both females realized he enjoyed a little pain. Or he was enjoying the fact that a woman was temporarily taking control instead of making him do all the work all the time. Standing, David folded his arms and dared Gina to try something like that again. Without hesitation, the brown-haired girl snapped the belt against his buttocks. Smiling, he turned his back, letting Gina see the ugly red welt on his asscheeks, and he lay down on the bed, rolling onto his back, his monstrous staff pointing straight at the ceiling. Shana stared at it and to her it looked longer and thicker than it had ever been since she had first seen it. It was, in fact magnificent.
"Now, both of you," Gina said, "understand I'm controlling this little segment of our affair. Shana, on your feet. Walk around and stand by David's head."
Shana got up and walked around the side of the bed, standing near David's face.
"Like this?" she asked.
"Fine," Gina nodded. "By the way, when you walk, that tight ass of your's jiggles very nicely. You should let David see it more often. Now get onto the bed again, but with one knee on either side of David's head. He'll lie still, don't worry. Just remain there with your knees wide apart so he can look straight up into your pussy. It's a lovely pussy. I ought to know."
Gina slowly moved toward them, swaying her wide hips, rolling her slightly rounded belly in an exaggerated fashion, making her ass wiggle, too. The leather belt slapped against the side of her leg, making a loud stinging sound each time it hit, but it didn't hurt Gina. For a crazy moment Shana felt touched with a mixture of delight and terror. She wondered if Gina intended beating her naked flesh. Did the woman have this sadistic urge to torture them both a little? Certainly it would be unfair to accuse Shana of gluttony any longer. Though she was getting some of David, she admittedly wasn't getting enough of him, much less too much.
Gina walked over to the bed, got on, on her knees, and knee-walked over to where David lay, straddling his groin with her own thighs. His upstanding cock-head beat against her vaginal lips. David, amused at all this, simply lay there quietly, his hands at his sides, his eyes open, his chest heaving. The most alive part of him was his penis, tall, swollen, thick and majestic again, its head bathed in the gleaming juices once again issuing from the eyelike slit.
Gina said, "Now we'll use him between us, Shana. You can have him. use his tongue on your cunt as I did last night, and I'll fill myself with the massive thickness that's his cock."
"Well," David grunted. "This'll be a first for me, too. I've never had the pleasure of satisfying two women at the same time."
"Think of all the fun you've been missing," Gina taunted. "We're going to make up for it, in part, anyway. I mean, your orgasm will be so much stronger if your face is filled with cunt, too. Shana is a woman who reacts strongly to a tongue. Take it from me. But the time has come for me to find out just how well you fuck."
Smiling at Shana, Gina slowly began lowering herself, letting her profusely feathered crotch rub against the blunt wet tip of the penis below. When she felt some of his oils smear against her labia she smiled, and said to Shana, "Go on, lower your face. Give him your cunt to suck. He may not have my particular expertise, but I'll bet he can do one hell of a good job."
Shana rested on her knees, feeling the biceps of her lover's arms with her kneecaps, a tremor of excitement filling her belly. This was the first time she was being fucked while being watched by someone else, or so she thought. Her mind was filled with thoughts of the different times she had been fucked, four times by men, once by a woman-and that time with a tongue. Now she was going to be tongued again, and she hoped David was as good at it as Gina had been.
"Okay, Shana," the older, darker-haired woman said, lowering her tantalizing crotch a bit more and using her hand to guide the quiveringly anxious head of David's cock into the springy depths of all that curly brown hair that covered her pelvis. Her other hand reached out to Shana, and the redhead put her fingers into Gina's soft, warm palm as she sat gently on David's helplessly waiting face.
A seethingly hot, wet shock jolted its way through Shana's trembling body as her sticky labia finally came into direct contact with the man's lips. For a long moment David teased her by hesitating, then uttering a low groan, his mouth opened and his tongue speared out and straight up, into the open fundament, piercing the wet, greasy folds of the seething vagina.
"Aaaaahhhhaaaannnnhhhh!" Shana gasped. "Oh, Gina, he's doing it ... he's licking me in there ... it feels so good ... so wonderful ... "
"Of course it does," Gina smiled, clenching her hand tightly. "Look, Shana! Look down here! See the way his cock is fitting into me, so long, so hard, so delightful! Ooooonnnnhhhh! Like hard rubber! So long! So weighty! So swollen! Shana, this is some cock! No wonder you fell before it! He fucks better than Con, and Con was the best cocksman I had known up to now. Ooooooh Yesssss ... I can feel the head knocking against the back of my cunt each time I sit all the way down on it. Ohhhhhh ... this is terrific!"
Staring, Shana watched the way David's shaft worked its way higher and higher into the narrow tightness between the pinkly clinging lips of Gina's cunt. Even though she felt pangs of jealousy, she had to admit a cock moving into a cunt was not a disgusting picture, but an extremely arousing one. Just looking at it made her grind all the more sensuously down on David's sucking mouth. She stared with wide eyes as the distended rod moved in and out of the sucking swamp between Gina's thighs. Each time Gina sank down, she sucked the entire length of cock into her.
The man mumbled something into the blazing cavity of Shana's sweet pussy, and his tongue lapped strongly inside, plunging deeper and deeper into her simmering center. She slid forward and back, prodding her clitoris to rub against the tantalizing, almost sandpapery surface of the tongue. Her clitoris would slide off the probing lingual digit and rub against her chin. Then she would move her clitoris all the way back until it smeared itself against the underside of his nose. Each time she moved forward, Shana found her face mere inches from that of Gina.
Gina leaned forward, gripping Shana's head, pulling her lips to hers, and it seemed only natural for Shana to respond by kissing the beautiful older woman, her mouth nibbling sensually at Gina's lips. Their teeth clashed delightfully, and their tongues washed through one another's mouths again and again. Straining forward, they wrapped their arms around one another, and soon felt their, breasts rubbing together, nipple-to-nipple, causing sensations of searing lust to charge through both of them.
"Unh! Wonderful!" Shana chanted. "Ommmm ... feels so good to kiss you, Gina."
"I like kissing you ... uuuunnnnhhh ... too," Gina gasped. "I can't remember when I enjoyed sharing a man more."
"Your breasts feel so arousing against me," Shana gasped.
"Poor Shana," Gina smiled. "To ... uuuuhhhh ... think you had to wait all this ... uhhhhhhhh ... time to really enjoy sex and all that went with it. Come, Shana, let yourself go."
"Yes, yes," Shana sighed, hunching her cunt back and forth all the faster on David's face, feeling the way his tongue expertly tickled her groove, poking into the center of her, then slithering across her clitoris. When she ran forward and rubbed her clitoris against the tip of his chin, his tongue probed into her rectum, and Shana felt icicles of desire charging through her. Her cunt released more rapturous oils, and some splashed on David's face, while the rest ran down his throat.
"Fuck me ... fuck me ... fuck me ... " Gina was shouting, slamming her larger breasts into the firm round swells on Shana's chest. "Oh, yes ... David ... you big-cocked son of a bitch.. shove it all the way into my cunt ... slam it into my pussy ... make me come ... "
Shana trembled as she continued jolting back and forth, her breasts bouncing as she continued riding David's mouth. Her orgasm was only seconds away, already burgeoning within her spasming cunt. She clamped her mouth solidly onto that of her friend and associate, urging her breasts all the more solidly into Gina's. Shana's ass was swinging and sliding, and she forced her tongue even more deeply into Gina's mouth.
Gina reached out and all but clawed Shana's back with her long nails. They sucked one another's tongue repeatedly, moaning in explosive rapture as each sensed the building orgasm in the other. In fact, it was the mounting climax in the other that made the one feel her own even more strongly.
"WWWWMMMMFFFF RRRRMMMM UUUU-FFFFMMMM AAAAWWWWWFFFF UUUGGG-HHH!" they bellowed together, and it was impossible to distinguish the cry of one from the other. Gina remained sitting on David's cock, the erection still a pillar of stone inside her, while Shana kept her cunt glued to the man's face.
Because of the thickness of David's erection, Gina had felt her own orgasm more strongly than Shana had felt hers. Not that Shana hadn't had an overpowering climax. But she was fast coming to realize that no matter how good a job a tongue did, it didn't quite match what a cock was able to do.
After awhile, Gina gasped and lifted herself off the huge cock and fell to the side. Shana instantly covered the cock with her own cunt, facing away from David, letting him see her ass as she bounced up and down on the massive column. The pressure of the thick organ soon became too much for her, and Shana felt another orgasm overpower her. Her head fell back and she screamed, "AAAAYYYY AAAAGGGGHHHHH!"
The crushing pressure of her cunt around David's cock, a pressure he found much more erotic than Gina's, was all he needed for him to attain his second orgasm. He had no strength left to cry out his pleasure, but his penis felt the thrills, thrills that cascaded through his body as he began spurting what remaining drops he had in him into Shana's sucking cunt. Then Shana fell off, and all three rested.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
It didn't take too long for David to supposedly reluctantly admit he might be able to use Gina's smuggling services. She explained she would have to call her partner in.
David agreed to speak to her partner, and the following evening they all met in Shana's apartment. Con was introduced to David, and it was obvious neither man trusted the other. Yet business was business and Con was willing to do anything to turn a fast buck.
"I'd like to see samples of the merchandise," he told David.
"Naturally," David replied. "I don't keep them here or in my car, but if you would care to take a ride with me ... "
"You stay with Shana," Con said to Gina, as if letting David know Shana's life was threatened if anything happened to him. David had expected such a ploy.
They got into David's car and went to a warehouse in the city, and David showed Con the crates of rifles and ammunition he had. What Con didn't know was that a similar set of crates of guns and ammunition were nearby, and those were the weapons that would be shipped.
"I'd like to check out the merchandise," Con told David.
David nodded, and Con walked over to one of the crates at random, used a crowbar to open it, and delved inside. He pulled a rifle from the center of the pile, then opened another crate containing the ammunition, loaded the rifle, and emptied it into a bale of hay that had been left there for that express purpose.
"Very fine merchandise," Con nodded. "Just one more."
He opened another crate and selected a machine pistol at random, put a clip of bullets into it, and emptied it into the same bale of hay.
"Fine!" Con nodded. "The merchandise is prime."
The two worked out a price, and David smiled to himself, knowing Con would be making much more on the deal than he would be paying David. Then the two left the warehouse. Less than five minutes later, the crates of good weapons were removed, and the crates of duds were left in their place. Ten minutes later, a team of Con's men, who had been not too far away, waiting for Con to signal the deal had been closed, approached the warehouse and took charge of the crates.
Con paid David with a cashier's check made out to cash. David was wearing gloves when he took it, and he put it in an envelope, ostensibly to bank it the following day. But when Con wasn't looking, he dropped it into the mail chute in his building. The check had Con's fingerprints on it and would go a long way toward convicting the man when the time came for the IRA to denounce him for selling inferior merchandise.
As they rode up in the elevator, Con said to David, "Just what does Shana mean to you?"
"Nothing," David shrugged, knowing if he admitted his feelings for Shana, it might arouse jealousy in Con to the point where he might drastically harm the redheaded woman.
"Well, then, what say you and I seal this deal by double-fucking her. I hear I owe you for making her change her stupid virgin ways."
David knew he had to play along. He said, "I have to stop off at my own apartment for a minute. But I'll be right up."
"Fine," Con nodded.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Shana picked up her phone on the first ring, and when she heard David's voice, she told him Con had called a few minutes earlier and Gina had left, on her way to the airport to supervise this latest shipment.
"Con is on his way up," David told her. "He's going to fuck you again. If I try stopping him he'll know something is wrong. Put up with it one more time."
"I can't face him alone," Shana insisted.
"I'll be up shortly," David told her. "This should be the last time you fuck for anyone other than me."
"Will you still want me after this?" Shana asked.
"Better believe it," David assured her.
"He's using his key now. Hurry upstairs."
Shana hung up the phone and waited. Con walked into the apartment, closing but not locking the door behind him, since he was expecting David to follow. He wanted David there. He wanted David fucking Shana with him. If David was able to watch him fuck Shana, and even join in, it meant Con had nothing to worry about where David was concerned. If David tried stopping him, it meant Shana meant something to David, and worse, David meant something to Shana. Con would have to call some friends to take care of David if this were so.
"What are you doing here?" Shana asked, as Con walked into the living room.
"Celebrating," Con replied. "I made a nice deal with your pal David, and we're going to consummate the deal with you between us."
"What do you mean?" Shana gasped.
"We're going to fuck you," Con told her. "I'll start, and your friend can join in at his leisure. Now suppose you strip."
Shana knew better than to argue with Con. When he became cruel he became excessively cruel. He had respected her as long as he was certain she was avoiding physical contact with him because of her morals. But he had proven how vicious he was when he had found out she had been fucking for another man.
"Shall we go into the bedroom?" Shana asked.
"The living room is fine," Con nodded, himself undressing, revealing as powerful an erection as anything David had ever shown her. "Gina tells me you've learned a lot of things recently," he continued. "I hear you take it in the ass, and you suck cocks now. Well, well, well! Whole new vistas are opening up, aren't they."
Shana realized that even though she now despised Conally Morse, the fact that she was undressing and he was naked, and he was talking about various forms of intercourse had her stimulated. She might have detested the man, but she knew she had become a slave to sex, itself. Granted, it was far better when performed with someone she loved, like David. But if she had to do it with Con, then as long as she had her own orgasm, she would be able to put up with the man. Never again would she fight to keep a stiff male appendage from entering her body. In fact, it made no difference to her which of her three openings was used as long as she was able to recapture the exquisite plea sure of orgasm each time.
Con sat on the floor, totally naked, and gesturing to the space beside him, said, "Get your ass down here, Shana." He gripped his cock.
Without protesting at all, the stunning redhead lowered herself to the floor, squatting next to the man's body. His free hand reached out and immediately went to her hot vaginal temple where his fingers instantly went to work massaging her vaginal lips. He massaged the pink opening, feeling Shana getting wetter with every passing second. His middle finger stretched itself and prodded into the tight fistula that was her vagina.
"Start jerking on my cock, Shana," he said to her, "I like the feel of your hand. It's nice and cool and delicately light. But first, beg me a little to let you touch me." He was sneering at her, making fun of her because she had held him at bay for so many years before another man had taken her virginity.
"Who told you about David and me?" she asked.
"Gina," he shrugged. "She walked in one day while he was ass-fucking you and let me know what a sap I've been. Well, I'm a sap no longer. Let's see how much you mean to this shmuck. If he really cares too much, he'll have to be taken care of."
Shana shuddered, because she knew Con was capable of being very ruthless. So she shrugged and said, "He raped me. I was just another lay to him. That's all I'll ever be."
"For his sake, I hope so," Con nodded.
A searing glow was beginning to return to the depths of Shana's helpless pussy as the man's fingers continued kneading her blood-swollen lips, reawakening old desires in her, making her realize only too well that as important as love was, sex was just as important.
Reaching over, she took his swelling cock in her hand, and almost afraid she would lose control of herself and suck it without his demanding her to do so, she spoke the words he wanted to hear, though in a weak, almost incoherent voice.
"What was that?" Con teased. "Louder, honey. I didn't hear you."
"I-I'd like to p-play with y-your c-cock," she finally gasped out in a stronger voice, realizing she meant it, though she would have preferred playing with David's.
Con savagely shoved his finger deeper into her vagina, feeling her wet, warm mucous membranes cling to it. His nail scraped the soft inner flesh, causing her to jerk uncontrollably. Suddenly he pulled his finger out of her tight pussy and moving it lower, rammed it into her anus. The suddenness of his attack took her by surprise.
"Haaaauuuunnnngggghhhh!" she gasped, feeling terrible discomfort shoot through her. "Con, my God! Don't! Not like that! Not while I'm so tight and dry!"
She suddenly felt as if her entire lower body was aflame as the brutal rape of her rectum by his thick finger continued. She wanted to scream for him to stop, but she knew by the look of glee on his face that he was enjoying her discomfort. She wondered if the man intended killing her. At the moment he seemed to be digging painfully into every nerve in her rectum. Mercifully, the pain slowly began to subside after awhile, replaced by a dull ache she was able to withstand.
"Since this guy David shoved his cock up that tight little asshole of yours and you took it, I might just do the same thing," Con told her. "How'd you like that, Shana?"
"Con, no!" she pleaded in a terrified voice. "David stretched me first, he got me ready. Right now I'm tight in there. Don't do it, David, don't! I'll do anything you want, anything at all." Frantically her hands began pumping up and down all the more violently on his pulsing penis, squeezing it, pretending she was anxious for it. "Please, Con, I can do so much more for you this way. Let me make love to your cock. I'm good at it. Ask Gina. She knows."
"Yeah, she knows, all right. That lez has turned you into a barroom whore, too, huh."
"Let me suck it, Con. You'll love the way I suck."
"The hell with that," Con snorted. "I'm going to cram it up your asshole," he told her, taunting her, making her that much more stricken with terror. "I'm going to split you in two. Keeping your body from me all these years and then letting some strange whacko freak come along and in a matter of months take advantage of you, huh." His savage finger plunged in and out of her tight, narrow rectum as he continued talking, and she knew he was trying to hurt her.
Gasping with agony, the helpless Shana knew her only chance to spare herself an agonizing ass-rape was to please the huge cock in her hand by either sucking on it or pulling it into her vagina. She desperately threw herself on top of it, her face hovering over it, wanting to suck it into her mouth, but in doing so, she made her asshole more vulnerable to his driving finger, and he dug yet another finger into her cunt, making her sit back again.
"No you don't, Shana," he told her. "I'll bet you can suck up a storm, but that won't do me a bit of good when this guy David comes back up here. I have to see his reactions to all this, so I tell you what. You straddle my cock, and by God, you move slowly, really slowly, or I'll rip your asshole right out of you."
She swung around to face him, throwing a leg over his lap, and she poised herself with her vagina directly over his pulsing phallus. Quivering, afraid he would really tear her rectal tissues, she lowered her body until the massive plum-colored knob of his cock-head touched the tenderly soft flesh of her vagina, spreading the red hair-lined lips and rubbing against the smoothness of her inner vulva.
"Gotcha!" the man smiled, and with a single smooth, violent thrust, he arched his hips upward, and Shana felt the thick pole of hardness slam into the narrow tightness of her pussy while at the same time his finger pushed itself into her rectum again.
"Yyyyyaaaannnngggghhhh!" she cried, her cunt dry and not ready for his driving cock, and her asshole tightened by the pressure of his cock so that his finger hurt her all the more back there. She gasped as her cuntal and anal channels were crammed full of stiff male flesh. For a moment she thought she would black out from the pain.
His cock seemed to be actually cutting into her, driving higher and higher into her temple of Venus, making farther and farther inroads into her narrowness, tearing at her tender walls as the massive red cock-head spread her delicate inner flesh before it.
Then Shana felt a new pain. The penile head, three quarters the way into her cunt, was bluntly rammed against her cervix. He was pushing against it as if intent on forcing his cock into her actual womb. A moment later the penis slipped beneath the cervical opening and sank deeper into her cunt, slamming into the backwall. His matted, black pubic hair rubbed against her silken vaginal floss lasciviously as he rotated his hips again and again in time to the way the poor woman was softly grunting.
"All right, I'm all the way in," he snapped at her. "Now start fucking me, you bitch, and you had better be good to make up for all those years you wouldn't let me into you."
"Y-yes, Con," she gasped, and began rising and falling.
CHAPTER TWENTY
David opened the door to Shana's apartment and walked in. He heard the gasps and grunts from the living room and he knew what was going on. This was going to be the hardest part of everything. If he acted jealous, it would make Con aggressively angry toward Shana and he might hurt her. He was also crazy enough to send some goons after him, as well. Not that David was worried about the goons. He had handled much tougher people than Con Morse in his lifetime. But the idea was to make sure no harm whatsoever came to Shana. He was able to stand seeing her be fucked by this asshole-this once. He would even join him. He would have to, because if he showed indifference, it would anger Con. What he had to do was make Con believe Shana was just another good-looking piece of ass, a piece of ass he didn't care for beyond a fuck, and a piece of ass who really didn't care for him.
He stopped at the living room doorway and peered in. There was Shana, straddling Con who was lying on the floor. Her red hair, short and fluffy, was flying up and down with the movement of her body, her tight cunt squeezing the hot cock thrust upward into it. Her voice was wailing as Con yelled at her, "Come on, tell me how you love it. I wanna hear you love my cock."
"Yes, yes, yes," Shana gasped. "I love your cock. It fills me to overflowing. I adore it. It's wonderful. Fuck me, Con. Keep on fucking me! Don't stop!"
The obscene sight had its effect on David. Fortunately Con was lying with the back of his head toward David and didn't see him for the moment. David took a few seconds to get himself under control.
This was the time to prove what a good actor he was. He had to be nonchalant about the whole thing and hope Con would accept his act and Shana would understand it was just that; an act.
David stepped into the room and walked over to the fornicating couple. Smiling down at them, he sneered, "Couldn't wait, eh."
"You know how it is," Con gasped. "She's hot for my body."
"Sure," David nodded.
"Why not join in," Con offered.
"Great idea," David nodded. "I'll use her mouth."
"The hell with that," Con laughed. "Give it to her in the ass. Do it while I have her locked against my cock. Go, Con, do it!"
Shana, hearing the discussion between the two men, knew she had no choice but to submit to this ultimate degradation. But she had to protect her asshole somehow. At least let the cock be lubricated.
"Let me suck it, first," Shana gasped.
"Why not!" Con laughed. "Fill her mouth, then ram it into her rear-end. Give it to her, David."
David stripped down and walked over to the side of the fucking twosome. Shana turned her head to the side and David gripped her hair tightly and rammed his cock into her mouth. It instantly began stiffening and thickening as she covered it with all the saliva she was able to dredge from her mouth.
"Hey, that's enough," Con called out. "Now fuck that ass of hers."
"Fine! Get her around the waist and hold her firmly down."
"See, Shana," Con smiled. "He doesn't give a damn about you except to fuck you."
"I never fucked her ass when her cunt was full of cock. This ought to be a goodie," David laughed.
Shana was frightened and struggled to get to her feet. But Con had her firmly in his grip, and there was nothing she was able to do.
She felt Con's hands move from her waist to her buttocks, still holding her in place as he tugged the moons of her ass apart, exposing the brown crinkle of her anus. To Shana, all this seemed like a nightmare. Somehow, something inside her told her to retain her faith in David. If she didn't, she would go out of her mind.
Behind her, David knelt on the floor, his lust-swollen phallus pointed directly at the tiny puckered opening nestled between Shana's swollen asscheeks. Every nerve in his body concentrated on the hairless orifice that would shortly be filled by his rampaging cock.
"Here we go," David called out as he aimed his cock at the tiny orifice.
"No," Shana cried. For heaven's sake, no ... don't ... please ... not like this ... yyyyaaaannnngggg-nnnn ... " she screamed, filling the room with horrible shrieks of pain as she felt her rectum slowly stretch before David's terrible driving onslaught. Burning, searing agony seemed to envelop her as the man's swollen phallus savagely plundered her rectum. "Eeeeeyyyy aaaaiiiiyyyy aaaagggghhhhh!"
Shana knew Con was reveling in her humiliation. As far as he was concerned, it was total now. She was thoroughly debased and shamed. She frantically struggled to try and faint, and tears came from her eyes and fell onto Con Morse's chest as the awful pummeling continued.
"Come on, you fucking whore, scream some more."
It was Con, shouting at her as he planted his feet flat on the floor and drove his phallus into her cunt again and again. He was raving wildly, making her wonder if, at this point, death might not be better.
Then, just as she thought she would no longer be able to endure this terrible pain, her interior slowly began adjusting, and a new, different feeling began invading her. It was almost imperceptible in the beginning, the merest stirring, the faintest thrill, the rousing of something locked away inside her as she realized David's penis was stimulating those rectal nerve-endings that had brought her to a rousing orgasm earlier. It built, a little at a time, but it continued building. Her seething vagina and her tormented rectum didn't feel heat as much as it did warmth, now. The pain was rapidly receding, to be replaced by a dull, but oddly pleasant sensation. Involuntarily, she felt her lower body relaxing, her skin tingling as she felt David's pubic hair rubbing against her buttocks.
Her cries of pain had totally disappeared, and the two men fucking her were quick to notice the change. The sounds that came from her throat were still indistinct, but there was an urgency and a softness she was unable to control.
"Fuck her harder, David, Con gasped. "She's starting to enjoy it."
"Yeah, well so am I," David admitted.
"Come to think of it, this is the tightest fuck I've ever had," Con admitted.
"Me, too," David confessed.
Shana Maher heard the two men talking about her as if she were an object being fucked rather than a human being, and all that mattered was their own personal pleasure. But the simple fact of the matter was, this was probably the best fuck she had ever had, too. Her body was now pumping in concert with the invading phalluses, and she savored every thrilling lunge into the narrow tightness of her rectum and the center of her seething vagina. She was no longer praying for this horrible ordeal to be over. Rather she wanted to prolong the delightful sensations that were coursing through the lower part of her quaking self. She loved the skewering, and she moaned in rapturous delight as the thrusting tempo into her vagina increased. Though she was being glutted with cock, no one in the world would be able to accuse her of gluttony, since this wasn't something she had brought on herself. Her buttocks undulated sensuously back against the cock of the man she loved, and her cunt slammed down against the phallus of the man she utterly hated and despised. Both penises were churning faster and faster inside her, and both were thickening in anticipation of the final climax, when each would shoot its seminal load into one of her channels.
"Harrrderrr ... fuck me harrderrrr ... deeperrr-rrrr ... morrrre!" she cried out loud as the first spasms of orgasm began rocking her. The thrilling sensation was building exquisitely. Nothing, but nothing in the world was able to compare with this, for she was there, on the verge of a double climax. Her body jerked and humped furiously.
Con Morse was enjoying his last fuck ever, but he didn't know it at the time. Rather he thought about the multitudinous ways he intended using Shana in the future, and he smiled, knowing she would have to do as he wished since it now seemed apparent this David didn't give a flying fuck about her as an individual. She would have to realize he, Con, was the only one Shana would be able to turn to. The idea intensified the strength of the orgasm in him. He felt his cock swelling and enlarging, and then he was blasting a hot load of semen into the narrow cunt riding his cock.
"YYYYYAAAAARRRRR GGGGGHHHHH HH-HHHUUUUUNNNNNGGGGG HHHHHAAAAA-GGGGG HHHHHAAAAA UUUUUWWWWW AA-AAAGGGGG HHHHHUUUUUNNNNNGGGGG HHHHAAAAGGGGGHHHHHHH!" he bellowed, and fired wad after wad of hot sperm into Shana's bubbling feminine vat, filling her with multitudinous quantities of blasting semen.
David closed his ears to the man's yells, but his cock felt the spurts of the man's sperm as it jetted against the thin wall that separated the two organs. He was so sensitive at this point, he felt every one of the other man's squirts, and this built the lust in him higher. He was unable to restrain himself at this point. He had to fire, and he did, "HHHHHAAAARRRRGGGG HHHHUUUUNNNNGGGG HHHHAAAAGGGG HHHHAAAAUUUU WWWWAAAA NNNNGGGG HHHHUUUUNNNNGGGG HHHHAAAAGGGGG-HHHHH!" he bellowed as he let loose a thin stream of seminal fluid that blasted right into the colon of the redheaded woman. She bucked and jerked as she fell the squirts in her large intestine.
Now it was Shana's turn to come, and come she did as she rode the crest of a dual wave, feeling the twin phalluses pound strongly into her, knowing this would be the last and only time she would know the thrill of being double-fucked. The fact that she loved the man in her rear and hated the man in her cunt kept her feelings at a high ebb, and she gasped out, "AAAA-IIIIYYYYEEEE AAAAGGGGHHHH UUUU-NNNNGGGGHHHH AAAAUUUUWWWW AAAA-GGGG HHHHAAAAGGGGHHHHHHH!"
Electricity seemed to be shooting from her fingers and toes as she remained stiffly upright for a moment, and then she simply collapsed.
Two days had gone by, and in that time Shana hadn't heard from David or Con. She was beginning to worry. When she phoned David's apartment she heard the phone downstairs ringing, but no one picked it up.
But on Saturday, just when she was beginning to believe that David had really used her after all, her door buzzer sounded and she let David into her apartment
"Well," he told her, "it's all over. Not quite the waive expected, but it's just as well this way."
"What do you mean?" Shana asked.
"Well, the goods were delivered yesterday, and the IRA was desperate for weapons. They tried them out, found none of them would work after having paid Gina a hefty sum. Instead of informing on them as we had expected, they sent out two soldiers, and Gina and Con were killed yesterday. Gunfire!
"It might just as easily have been you," David reminded her.
"I know," Shana said, shuddering. "Well, your job is over ... "
"Yep, and a new one is waiting for me in about a month."
"A month?" she asked.
"Yep!" he nodded. "I believe in long honeymoons. I'm going to have to marry you Shana, to make sure you don't commit any of the seven deadly sins again."
"How about the eighth sin?" she asked.
The eighth?"
"Lust," she smiled.
"Ah well, no one is perfect. That's one sin we'll always be committing."
"Just as long as I'm the only one you lust after and vice-versa."
