Only a few weeks ago, there was a feature article in many of the national newspapers about police in one of our West Coast cities smashing a prostitution ring that covered three counties and involved over a hundred different girls. Surprising? No, not particularly. But what was surprising was that nearly all of these young women were housewives or working girls ,who moonlighted in this oldest of professions for some extra cash. Shocking? Well, maybe today nothing shocks us very severely. But just how does this sort of thing happen? How does a young bride, a housewife, a mother-to-be, become involved in something as lurid and as evil as flesh for sale?
This is a question we hope to shed at least some light on with the work you hold in your hand. To be sure, it's only one case out of hundreds, but it's a beginning. It isn't pleasant watching an innocent young married woman become something wicked and perverse, nor do we delight in telling her story. But it is a story that bares telling, that cries out for telling if it can save one woman, or one marriage from such a fate. Though our chosen locale is Southern Florida, it could have happened anywhere, including right in your own hometown!
-The Publishers
CHAPTER ONE
Three hundred and fifty five dollars! Hardly a princely sum in a nation as rich as the U.S. Yet men have been killed, in fact, will be killed, for much less than that. Mothers have sold their flesh and blood for fewer dollars. Children have turned their parents in as criminals for a fraction of that much money. Soldiers and diplomats have even betrayed their nation's secrets for less.
All these less-than-reassuring notions had filled the thoughts of Carla Jones for nearly an hour now, ever since that phone call interrupted a Gunsmoke rerun on the television. She had guessed it was Clark, calling to tell her that he would be late again, or really, later than usual, as her husband never managed to pull himself away from the work at the office before eight or nine in the evening. But it wasn't Clark. It wasn't Sandy, her best friend, her ex-college roommate and trusted confidant, making her nightly or so call just to gossip and compare miseries from their respective dull marriages. In fact, it wasn't anyone she would ever have guessed. Not even someone she really knew, except from one brief introduction at the Shangri-La Inn where she and Sandy played bridge with some other Coral Gables housewives on Tuesdays and Thursdays.
His name was Stu Watson and he was not the sort of individual you wanted to cross. He had a face like some character Carla remembered from a gangster movie she'd seen on the late show once when Clark was working later than usual, and it was pretty widely rumored that Watson's friends included some of the west coast's biggest underworld figures and that, just maybe, he was involved somehow in the rackets himself. All in all, not the kind of guy to talk back to. So when his raspy voice came over the line so suddenly, full of veiled threats and hints of worse things to come, Carla had listened and uttered not a word of rebuttal.
Not that she had any real grounds to protest. Stu Watson was right enough, she did owe three-hundred and fifty dollars to the Shangri-La Bridge Club, her accumulated losses from six trips down to the beachside resort club that June Botts had invited her to join just over a year ago. June was Watson's girlfriend now, though things weren't so cozy when Carla first joined the group. Then, June was married to Tom Botts, the night manager at the Shangri-La, and running the bridge club was just a sideline. Fourteen months later, Tom was gone, and Stu was the new love interest in the brassy blonde's active life. Some people, the more gossipy ones, conjectured that Tom might have killed himself when he found out what everybody else had known for months that his wife was having an affair with the Inn's manager behind his back. That maybe he just walked into the Atlantic one night and ended all his pain once and for all. But that was all just talk.
Tom was gone, though. Vanished overnight just after he had his big dramatic scene with June in the lobby at the Shangri-La. And now June was a permanent fixture in Stu Watson's tenth floor luxury suite.
But the moneywhat could she do? She had to pay it, certainly, but how could she come up with that sort of money all at once? Clark's earnings were enough to keep them well fed and make all the payments on time, but there wasn't any left over. Not this month, for sure, as the car insurance had to be paid for another half-year and Clark was already worrying about where they'd find enough to buy groceries. And besides all that, Clark Would go straight through the roof like a rifle shot if he found out about this. His family were all Bible Belt fundamentalists, and though he was not nearly so conservative as his brothers and sisters, he had little use for her dallying in the card lounge at the Shangri-La, especially when there was money changing hands. She had never even told him that she was behind in paying this gambling debt, as it would have been the end of their marriage if he heard how much she owed.
And that was why Watson's call frightened her so much. She was not afraid for her life, not fearful of being beaten up like some gangster's moll in a thirties movie. Carla knew that sort of thing had ended with prohibition. Like the man said, " ... we only kill each other." But the underworld had other ways, blackmail and extortion being a couple of notables, and that was hitting closer to home. Stu Watson was just the sort of unsavory character who would not hesitate to go straight to her husband if need be to collect his money.
Carla picked up the phone, brushing the long black hair from her face as she dialed her best friend's number. Only then did she notice that her hand was shaking like a drunk's on the morning after. It seemed to ring an interminably long while before she heard a click on the other end as Sandy Liebt picked up her white Princess phone a few miles away in North Miami.
"Hello."
"Sandy, hi, this is Carla," she began hurriedly. "Listen, I've got a problem. And a real biggie this time."
"All right, shoot. We've weathered some pretty nasty ones before between the two of us, so it won't be anything new."
Carla bit her bottom lip absent-mindedly, trying to pick her words. Sandy was fond of their afternoons at the Shangri-La also, but she did not owe them any money. "Stu Watson called about the money," she blurted, coming straight to the point. "He said he's waited long enough and he can't let me have any more time to get it together. I've got until tomorrow or ... or he's going to talk to Clark. And you know what that means."
"Yeah, all hell'll break loose. How much is it, anyway?"
"Three hundred and fifty."
"Whooee, that's a lot of bread! I had no idea it was that much. You got any ideas on how to get it by tomorrow?"
"No, not a one. I haven't got a cent and there's nobody who could lend it to me on such short notice." There was a long pause on the North Miami end of the telephone lines. "Tell ya what, Carla, let the old pro sleep on it and I'll come over in the morning after Clark's gone to work. Maybe we can go see Stu Watson together, sort of gang up on him."
"Oh really, Sandy, do you mean that?" bubbled Carla excitedly. "That would be just great! I mean, you're always so good at handling people and I'm just hopeless. I don't know how to thank you. See you tomorrow, and thanks again!"
Carla replaced the receiver in its cradle and flopped onto the nearest soft chair, feeling almost human again for the first time since Watson called earlier this evening. Maybe it wasn't going to be so bad after all, she told herself. Now, all I have to do is keep from blurting any of this to Clark when he comes and I'm set ... Sandy, old pal, what would I do without you?
CHAPTER TWO
Stu Watson had made the call to Carla Jones from his executive offices on the main floor of the plush Shangri-La Inn, just moments after he' had averted a minor catastrophe for one of his regular guests, a widow from Maryland, by having his entire staff on the night shift turned out to find Taffy, a scruffy poodle that had somehow managed to get down onto the darkened beach and was running around madly, like a rabid animal. He escorted the elderly widow personally back to her suite, dog in bosom, and returned to his office to call the Jones woman. He had been thinking about this very call for days, pondering the exact words to use, the right tone of voice that would be menacing enough to scare the living hell out of this cute little number without frightening her so bad that she spilled everything to her husband. Or worse yet, to the cops.
No, that would be one hell of an ending for this masterpiece of a plan. It'd be a shame to go to jail without having yet enjoyed the sheer thrill of seeing this scheme in motion. That was half the game to Stu Watson. After all, with a club like this almost completely his and more money than he really could practically spend, what else was there but playing the game? And this was the game to end all. It was perfect. Foolproof.
And not only would it be rewarding, emotionally and financially, but it would be a helluva lot of fun as well. Watson shook his head and laughed to himself as he closed the door to his offices and headed for the private elevator that would take him ten flights up to his penthouse suite, where June was waiting with a dinner that the catering manager had prepared especially for the two of them. Yes sir, Stu Watson, you've outdone yourself this time! This idea beats 'em all ... and now it's starting to roll. All the pieces falling into place, all the unaware actors and actresses playing their parts like so many marionettes in a kiddies' theater.
He could feel that old quiver of exhilaration he always got when he was onto something big. Like when he fell into that pit boss job in Nevada, hardly more than a wet-nosed kid, but sharp enough to spot an opening and run with the ball. Or when he managed to take over this place, then a fast-decaying dive with all its better years behind it, for hardly a song. Plus the right money from the people with the strings and look, a seaside palace that was making money hand over fist. And now this ... it can't lose, it just can't he kept telling himself all the way up the long empty elevator shaft until he had reached the top.
Clark Jones carefully locked the door to the small, cluttered office he shared with Jack Fenton on the third floor of Data National's computer headquarters only a few miles from his apartment in Coral Gables. The sign on the door read, Clark Jones ... J. Fenton ... Systems Analysis!. That was an off-hand way of saying that he and Jack were classified somewhere between brand-new programmers and better paid analysts, with some of the characteristics of both, but unfortunately, hardly more salary than the former.
Clark had gone with Data National right out of college, into a junior programming job that paid less money than he could have made as a hustling service station attendant, but at least now he was beginning to move up the ladder. It was not an easy task, as Data National promoted their operations employees solely on a merit basis, judged on their departmental supervisor's reports and their scores on twice-yearly competence examinations. He knew it wasn't easy on Carla, either, being left home a lot of nights when he had to stay here late to work on some priority project. And there was something else that seemed to loom largely in his worries lately ... one of those things that no normal man in his late twenties wanted to think about.
Perhaps it was only the tension of fast-paced pressure work, he liked to tell himself. Maybe it would go away when next month's exams were out of the way and he could relax a bit more once again.
At least that was what he hoped would happen. It wasn't very pleasant to have to think of something like this at so young an age. Yet he wasn't becoming impotent or anything so dramatic and final. It was just that somehow all this pressure and office fatigue seemed to deaden his sex drive more than a little, like some sort of an anesthetic had been injected into that crucial part of his anatomy. And he knew it was hard on Carla. After all, his wife was still in her mid-twenties and very much a woman just like she had been back in college when he'd first met her after a basketball game when she was working as a volunteer hostess for the athletic department. All dolled-up in tights and a skin-hugging sweater; yes, she was sure a good-looking girl then, and if anything, she was even more attractive now. That was the worst part of all, not being able to keep a woman like Carla ... well, satisfied, the way she should be. God knows there were plenty of eligible bachelors around to take her away if she ever had the notion to stray.
Clark punched the button for the one elevator still working and heard it start up down in the lobby. Can't think about all that now, he told himself over and over. There's too much work yet to be done this week and besides, what difference does one more week make? That problem will keep.
And as he entered the elevator car, his well-trained mathematician's mind was back where it belonged, pinned to the mat in a bout with a systems problem that had been dogging him for days. By the time he reached the lobby, he had forgotten completely what it was that had worried him so as he left his office.
And if Clark Jones could have possibly known just what a problem he really did have ... well, he couldn't have known. Couldn't have known that his whole marriage was racing downhill at this very minute like a car out of control, doomed to crash at the bottom into a million shattered fragments.
Or could he have known?
CHAPTER THREE
Carla had felt a lot better after talking to Sandy. She was one of those special kinds of people who always managed to make things look brighter, even if your problems were colossal. She had been that way since they had first met in college, back when Carla used to worry her head off over exam grades and Sandy always just took them in stride, good or bad, never losing her cocky self-assurance that she became noted for on the City College campus.
With this in mind, Carla had finally managed to get to sleep just minutes before her husband parked their three year old car and came up to their apartment. Clark eased into the bedroom, slipping out of his clothes quietly so as not to wake his sleeping wife there on the double bed. He eased into bed slowly, a bit at a time, looking down at her sleeping loveliness ... God, she was beautiful. Maybe tonight, he thought, maybe tonight things will be different.
As she felt his weight settle beside her, Carla snuggled her buttocks up against his side, still half-asleep. With the practiced touch acquired from night after night of being coolly rebuffed, she waited for him to jerk away ... to grunt some muffled plea to be left alone ... something to tell her, as usual, that he preferred his own side of the bed to hers. But this was different; she was in luck....
"Darling, are you awake?" he whispered. Carla answered with an unmistakably seductive wiggle of her behind beneath the sheets. She was almost afraid to believe it. Surely he couldn't be planning something other than going straight to sleep?
"I'm all finished with my work, honey," he said softly into her ear. His hand slipped around her waist as he settled in behind her and he pulled her buttocks tightly up against his belly. One hand slipped along the smoothness of her back and pulled her nightie up high above her middle. He could feel the warm soft nakedness of her bare flesh against his abdomen and he. quickly pulled off his undershorts.
Carla felt a shiver of excitement and anticipation course over her as she sensed the prodding nudge of his hardening penis nestled suggestively in the soft furrow of her buttocks.. She pushed her firmly-fleshed ass-cheeks back tightly against his manhood, as if to trap it firmly between the voluptuous mounds of her buttocks.
She was hesitant to open her eyes even for an instant, lest this all be a dream and she would find herself really alone, caught up in some incredibly real fantasy wrought out of her endless agonizingly empty nights of unfulfilled passion. But it was real ... and her husband seemed to be her lover once again. She could only pray it would last ... that this spark of desire she had thought long extinguished would flame into the wild, raging fires of desire she had once known.
Carla answered his probing gestures with one of her own: she pulled her nightie the rest of the way off her body, shivering a little as her breasts felt the cool night air. She quickly squirmed back under the blanket, tighter now against her man's nakedly jutting firmness. His cock was fully erect, poking stiffly upward between her legs as she clamped her thighs hard around the softly throbbing shaft. She could feel the full hard length of it rubbing against the excited folds of her sensitive pussy-flesh, the hotly swollen tip brushing electrically over the nerve-filled bud of her tiny clitoris. Without trying to, she felt the warm moist lips of her vagina spread slightly open, eager to receive his rock-hard cock up inside them, hungrily nibbling with sex-starved ravishment at the long rigid length of his masculine organ.
Clark slid farther down on the mattress, curving his body in behind hers as they both lay nestled together on their right sides, easing down over the firmly rounded flesh of her buttocks, bulging like twin white melons positioned perfectly below the smooth, unblemished curve of her beautiful back. His aching cock was now right in placethe throbbing head, distended and blood-colored with lust, was poking up between the wetly clasping flanges of her cunt and her hot, eager pussy-lips were voraciously sucking the long fleshy rod forward, beckoning the hardened shaft into the warm pink sheath of her vagina.
"Now darling?" he asked, as if there was any need for such a question. His wife could scarcely manage her reply, "Yes, y-yes," she gasped hoarsely. He cocked his hips like the bolt of a rifle and slammed his cock with a sharp forward snap up into the soft moist tunnel of her love-starved cunt, sinking his pounding, shaft to the hilt with a deep, thrusting lunge that brought a cry of anguished emotion from her hips.
"Oooooo ... so good, so good," she chanted mindlessly. She shuddered from the tips of her toes as his rock-hard penis tunneled rapidly in and out of her hungrily clasping cuntal sheath, pulling the delicate pink flanges out with it with each backward grind of his hips. She could feel his long thick cock slip wetly from her ravenous pussy-lips, then bore deeply up into her belly again, poking and prodding her innermost vaginal flesh with pounding thrusts that seemed deeper and harder with every pistoning lunge.
Her eyes were tightly closed, and before them raced a kaleidoscopic carousel of blues and reds and purples as his maddeningly frantic strokes pumped in and out of her eagerly straining young pussy. Each long deep thrust seemed to push all the way up into her softly quivering belly and she could feel the electrifying waves of ecstasy that were welling up from her loins in ever-growing intensity, sweeping fantastically over her whole body. Her tiny brown nipples were hard as buttons and aching with overwhelming passion, and they throbbed steadily as his delicious ravishment continued. His desire-stiffened cock was now fully moistened with the beginning flow of her love-secretions and it slithered easily in and out of her possessively clasping vagina. A warm sticky stream of viscous liquid trickled wetly along the lust-hardened shaft of his penis as it slammed againand again into her sex-famished orifice from behind. The colors grew more and more intense, brighter and faster-moving than she could ever remember, and she could feel the glowing flame in her naked belly growing hotter and hotter with his every deeply punishing stroke.
Thinking of her neighbors, the young brunette tried desperately to stifle the ecstatic moans that were fighting to escape her parched lips, but it was futile to try. Thin walls be damned! This was more than she could remain quiet about, it was more than she could stand!
"Oh, my God, yes ... it's so good, darling, so good! Don't stop, don't ever stop!" Carla screamed, shivering involuntarily as her husband's wonderfully painful thrusts grew even faster, pounding frenetically again and again into, the willingly backthrust depths of her womb. "Oh, lover, yes! Yes!"
But Clark's steadfastly suppressed climax was too near, too impossible to hold back a second longer. His eyes recorded the splendid spectacle before him, the gorgeously supple buttocks of his young voluptuous wife, her tantalizing ass-cheeks clenched tightly as she ground back onto the lewdly impaling shaft of his cock, her soft ivory thighs spread wide apart to accommodate his lustfully driving penis, her legs opening and closing rhythmically in time with the guttural animal cries that choked from her lips ... and then it happened.
"Goddamn, I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" he moaned, burrowing his long aching cock to the brushy hilt in her warm wet cuntal passage, slamming his sweat-soaked pelvis tightly up against her, holding her firmly impaled on his wildly climaxing rod of flesh. His sperm bloated balls exploded in a rapid-fire burst of seething hot liquid that filled her belly and oozed back out along the narrow, hairless crevice of her buttocks and down onto the mattress beneath her. It seemed to Clark that an endless river of life-giving sperm flowed unceasingly from his crazily shuddering organ, pumping far up into his young wife's very insides.
Carla's whole body suddenly tensed as the awareness of what had happened registered on her tormented brain. Oh no, this couldn't be happening this way! Not this time, not again!
"Oh, darling, please! Don't stop yet, don't stop!" she pleaded, her voice cracking with emotion as the tears welled in her eyes. "I'm almost there, honey ... almost there!" Her voice trailed away emptily. She could feel his now-spent organ slowly softening inside her and finally, it slipped with a soft wet sucking noise from her still desperately hungry pussy, flopping uselessly onto her thigh. "Please, just a little more ... p-please."
But there was no answer forthcoming for her. Without a word, he swung his bare legs off the bed and made his way slowly to the bathroom to clean up. She saw him there when he turned on the light, wiping his softened cock with a wet cloth before he returned to bed with only an affectionate pat on her buttocks and a grunt of something resembling thanks. Carla was trembling with the torment of her unsatiated desires, her legs scissoring gently open and closed in a steady, anguished rhythm.
She tried to. pretend it was not this way at all that this misery and suffering was all in her mind. That all women felt this way after sex. That it was only normal for a woman to feel like this, to feel this aching, unanswered need. But it wouldn't work ... she knew she could not fool herself.
CHAPTER FOUR
Dinner for Stu Watson and June Botts was the usual spectacular affair expected from the kitchen for the man who controlled the entire Shangri-La operation. Stu had topped his meal off with a snifter of imported brandy and retired to the long black leather sofa that was positioned opposite the enormous penthouse windows that looked out onto the Atlantic, lighted now with a swath of orange moonlight that looked as if some berserk artist had painted it upon the waves.
It was getting to be really nice having June here so often, he admitted as he sat there quietly, watching her finish her coffee before joining him. He might even have her move in sort of permanent-like. Not as Mrs. Watson, naturally, but as his regular girl. She was good-looking enough, still showing those curves she'd carried so well when she was working as a check girl in Vegas. And who cared about the gossip around the hotellet them talk, words never hurt anybody. Yeah, he said to himself, maybe I'll just' move good ole June into this suite. There's still plenty of rooms available if some other cute little honey just happens to come along. It'll be kinda nice getting it every night again.
Stu smiled as he watched the tall, statuesque blonde cross the thick shag carpet and settle down beside him on the sofa.
"Thanks, Stu," she purred, "As usual, it was magnificent."
"You're welcome, honey. But thank the chef, not me. I couldn't boil an egg without burning it."
She giggled, then tried to cover it up. "You know something, Stu. Neither could I." He laughed heartily and gave her an affectionate grab on her ample buttocks. "I know, baby, that's why I like you. A man like me don't need a frumpy little housewife underfoot. I need a woman. Let the kitchen help do the cooking. Besides, you're better at something else."
She blushed noticeably. It was true enough all right, but she still wasn't used to hearing herself talked about in such a crude manner. Her husband had always been such a perfect gentleman ... always.
"Sorry I embarrassed you, honey," he apologized. "Listen, there's something I was thinking about. How'd you like to move in here permanently instead of just coming over all the time? You could rent out that house of yours and just pack it all in here. What 'ya say?"
The pause between his offer and her reply was roughly that of the interval between throwing a light switch and having light. "Sure! I could start getting stuff together tomorrow, if that's not too soon."
"Great. I'll get some of the boys to move your things later this week. Take a few days and get organized." Without another word, Stu allowed his fingers to drift along the voluptuous swell of her breast until his opened palm cupped the ripely surging mound delicately. He could feel her body stiffen, her breath suddenly coming faster. With one finger, his middle one, he caressed the inviting softness of her breast, rubbing the tiny swollen peak of her nipple through her dress and the thin sheerness of her bra. At his touch, it seemed to double in size and harden in a series of quick, throbbing swells.
"Ummmmm, that's so nice," she purred, nestled under his arm like a child. He tweaked the sensitive nipple with his thumb and index finger, and she shivered involuntarily from the tip of her toes along her spine to her shoulders. Pausing for a moment, he moved his exploring hand around the curve of her breast, across the smoothness of her back, until his fingers found what he was searching for; with practiced deftness he eased the zipper down along the bare satiny plane of her back until he reached the taut elastic waistband of her panties. He stopped there for an instant, slipping his fingers between her flesh and the tight little band, far enough down the hollow of her naked back to reach the first few inches of her fleshy anal crevice. Teasingly, he flicked his middle finger against the tightly puckered ring of her anus, and felt her quickly shrink away, another helpless shiver racing along her spine as she responded to her vulnerability. He chuckled to himself and massaged her nakedly quivering flesh in slow, concentric circles as his hand eased back up along her back until he reached the stretched fabric of her dress, pulled wide open across her shoulders. Pausing first to unsnap the tiny metal hooks on her brassiere, he eased her dress off her shoulders and down along her arms until it hung limply over her firm, ample breasts.
He stopped his smooth seductive motions and looked her over thoroughly, amazed as always at the incredible body she still possessed. She was amazingly blessed with the best of two ages, the ripened voluptuous perfection of a mature real woman, and the succulent pertness of a girl in her twenties. Yes sir, thought Stu Watson, you're a lucky bastard to have a woman like this one, yes sir!
Again with his right hand, Stu tumbled the fabric of June's dress and the sheer tissue of her brassiere over the bulging mounds of her breasts, exposing the little twin circles of her dark brown nipples and the throbbing hardened peaks that capped them. They swelled even more rigid and crinkly as they felt the coolness of the open air, sending a burst of rippling electricity through her breasts and down deep into her quivering belly. His outstretched fingertip brushed lightly over the warmly beckoning bulge of her breasts, first one, then the other. Then, finally, clamped tightly over the ripe fleshy mounds, squeezing the delicate ivory-white skin softly between his clenched fingers.
"Oooohhh, don't stop ... feel me like that! Yes, feel me like that!" Her knees were opening and closing like scissors and her buttocks clenched like starving lips at the. fabric beneath her. Even his touch was driving her up the wall! She didn't know how much more she could stand ... she wanted to scream from the agonizing ecstasy to which his fingers were bringing her tortured body.
She offered no resistance as he shoved her down onto the cushions of the long sofa, stretching himself out beside her as he continued to relentlessly caress the soft, white mounds of her full firmly-fleshed breasts. A low, moaning cry slipped from between her half-parted lips as he roughly squeezed her tender pulsing nipples between his fingers.
His hands left the jutting tips and slowly eased down along the smooth flat plane of her belly. Her body arched up off the sofa as his fingers slipped under the narrow elastic waistband of her panties, brushing down over the sparse, fluffy mound of her pubic hair until his hand made a maddeningly electric contact with the warm pink lips of her vagina.
"Oooo ... ooooo...." she moaned incessantly now. Even in the dim light, he could see her flesh was covered with a million tiny goosebumps as she shivered convulsively under his touch. Clutching the moistening flanges of her cunt with his palm, Stu ventured a finger in between the soft damp ridges. June managed a gasping moan as her crotch suddenly ground tightly against his hand. His middle finger slowly explored the thin wet cuntal slit, starting with the taut muscular ring of her forbidden anus and easing over the narrow membrane of flesh that separated her two lust-inciting channels, then probed the hot wet sheath of her hungrily yearning pussy. The soft pink walls parted unhesitatingly as his rigid middle finger slipped up into the clasping tunnel and he could feel the fleshy passage open hungrily as he probed it deeply.
"Feels nice, huh, baby?" he grinned. "Want a little more?" June opened her lips as if to reply, but as she did, Stu squirmed a second finger stiffly up into her constrictive cuntal passage, and buried them both up to the third joint in the warm juicy depths of her cunt beneath the thin nylon panties. Only a muffled cry of pain and excitement came from her throat.
"Well, how about it, honey?" he repeated with a sneer.
June managed a weak, choking reply, "Oh, yes ... yes!" Stu's lewdly plundering fingers slipped back out of her wetly clutching grip and he dragged one fingertip along her warm, softly-quivering pussy slit until he found the throbbing little pleasure bud of her clitoris. With his thumb and forefinger he rolled the warmly pulsing little nodule like a marble as she squirmed and writhed beside him on the sofa, gasping and choking for breath as rippling waves of undiluted animal passion swept over her shivering body.
As her pelvis ground nakedly upward against his hand, Stu continued his maddening assault on her loins, twisting and pulling her blood-filled clit until she moaned and cried out from the agonizing delights of his skillful touch.
"Oh, God, yes ... yes! Don't stop! Don't stop!" she screamed loudly. Sensing she was nearing her orgasm, Stu began to rub her moist vaginal crevice with the tips of his fingers, stroking over the tensely quivering peak of her clitoris and along the passion-drenched furrow between the hungrily trembling lips of her vagina.
"That's it, that's it! Please, just like that!" Suddenly her entire body arched high off the sofa and began to gyrate wildly against his opened palm, her warm moist pussy grinding up against his hand as a long pitiful moan slipped from June's parched, half-opened lips ... and then it was over for her in a crashing wave of pure savage ecstasy.
"Oooooohhhhh ... aaahhhhh...." June quivered from head to foot and jerked convulsively as the shuddering currents of her wildly exciting orgasm raced outward from her climax tightened loins; then she collapsed with a thud on the sofa beside her masterful lover.
"Oh, Stu, that was incredible," she gasped, weakly, struggling to catch her breath. "You sure know all the right spots, honey." He laughed, at last pulling his hand from between her sweat-soaked thighs and out of the panties that had offered her no protection from his lewd assault. "That wasn't any secret, baby."
June finished stripping her dress and panties from her legs and then unfastened her garter belt, still hooked tightly around her hips. In another few seconds, she was completely naked, glistening with tiny beads of perspiration from head to toe. "Fuck me lover ... fuck me now, please!" she groaned out at him, her ravishing hunger now blatantly obvious as she ground her pelvis back and forth in unmistakable invitation.
But that concealing smirk was still stretched across Stu's face, for this time he had something special in mind ... something she was going to give him tonight, one way or another.
"Not yet, honey," he taunted. "I've got a little treat in mind for myself." At first June was confused, unaware of what Stu had in store for her, but as he swung his legs off the sofa and dropped his trousers and undershorts. in a pile at his feet, she began to realize exactly what he meant.
"Get down here on the floor," he commanded. "I want a little head." June wracked her mind for a way out, an excuse that would free her of this awful, despicable act he was demanding of her. "No, please, no! You know I'd do it for you if I could, lover. I've tried, you know I've tried ... but I just can't, I can't!"
"Down on your knees, June ... right this second!" Brushing the near-white blonde hair from her eyes, June obediently crawled from the sofa and settled at the club owner's feet, kneeling between his widespread sinewy thighs. She could sense that he really meant it this time, there would be no excuses. His lewdly dangling penis hung on a level with her mouth not more than a foot away. Struggling to hold down the hot gagging lump in her throat, she tried desperately to convince herself that she could do it this time ... that she could put this purplish, blood-filled rod of aroused male flesh in between her lips and suck it until he emptied his balls down her throat. Oh God, I just can't!
Stu slid forward on the sofa, carefully gauging the distance from his limply hanging cock to her trembling lips. He adjusted his elevation just slightly, so that the throbbing distended head of his cock brushed her lips ever so little, smearing them with a first fore-taste of his seminal fluid, painting them like a painter would paint a canvas. "Okay, it's all yours. Now let's see you do a really good job, okay?"
June turned her head away from the smooth fleshy cockhead and closed her eyes, fighting to hold back the tears, but Stu spun her back so that she was less than an inch from his quickly rising cock.
"You wanna' play hard to get, huh? Well, if you keep that up I'll have to just start playing rough, understand?" A broad leering grin spread slowly across his face. He knew June was like most women she appreciated a man who knocked her around once in awhile, just to show her who was boss. He'd had to rough her up once before, back when she was first starting to step out on her husband and she needed a couple of swift kicks to get the guilt out of her system.
He grabbed her ears in each strong hand and twisted upward. The pain was excruciating, Stu knew only too well. He'd had the same hold pulled on him in fights. He turned her face up to his loins easily, then shoved his hips forward, pressing the semi-flaccid penis up against her still tightly-closed lips. And still, June couldn't bring herself to open her mouth. Once more the strong fingers twisted mercilessly at her ears and she screamed with pain. "Open 'em up, baby, or I'll yank your ears off your head!"
Her lips parted slightly. One more twist and her agonized lips slowly opened. He gazed at the open mouth in front of him, then carefully forced the still soft, rubbery head of his cock into the warm moist cavern and let it lie there twitching slightly as it began to harden just a little. She didn't move at all, careful not to brush the swelling organ with her tongue lest it come to life and tunnel down her throat and deep into her very insides.
"Now, you can do this one of two ways ... real nice like, on your own, or...." His voice had grown cruel and his words cut as if with a steel edge. " ... Or I'll have to get mean and nasty. But either way, you're gonna' suck my cock, understand?"
June knew it was hopeless to resist. This was something she had to do, no matter how humiliating it seemed. No matter how much she fought back the churning ball of nausea welling up in her fear-tightened belly. She closed her lips gently over the still-soft organ and teased it reluctantly with her tongue. She felt his hands loosen their painful grip on her ears and for that much, at least, she was grateful. His powerful hands held her firmly, but not painfully and she knew Stu wouldn't hurt her deliberately unless she crossed him and he didn't get his way. Sometimes he could be frighteningly brutal when things weren't going the way he wanted, but June closed her mind to those even more unpleasant thoughts and tried to keep her mind on this task he had ordered of her.
Stu looked down at the gradually thickening shaft of flesh protruding from his hair-covered loins and resting ever so gently in his new woman's half-opened mouth, just in between her pink lips. He was kind of disappointed; he'd rather have had a little more argument. Somehow it was always better when they put up a fight. But he wasn't too concerned about that now; he wanted to concentrate on what was at hand. This was something he always enjoyed; and this time would be even more enjoyable, since June had been putting this off as long as he'd known her.
Stu watched her blonde head begin to slide reluctantly back and forth on the saliva moistened length of his hardening cock. He allowed his hands to slip from her head and slide down over the smooth velvet-like skin of her bare shoulders. June's deliciously warm flesh was near-perfect, silk-smooth and unblemished to his caressing touch. She wasn't working terribly hard, he thought regretfully, and brought his hands back up to the sides of her head. With his open palms firmly placed on either side of her bobbing head, he tightened his grip and held her still, beginning a rhythmic pumping motion with his lower body. The half-limp penis jutting from his loins rubbed back and forth between her lips. He could feel her small white teeth grating against the underside of his swelling cock and the rough, sandpapery surface of her tongue as it brushed along his sensitive male flesh. His anticipation of this moment had been so great that his penis had grown incredibly tender, finely attuned to the tiniest subtle movement of her tongue and lips, and the very touch of her moist warm tongue set shivers of savage desire deep into his belly.
"Mmmmmm ... that's real good, baby. Just lick it nice like that." He pumped his loins faster, pressing hard against her soft sensual lips each time, ramming his blood-engorged penis all the way into the coarse thick hair of his pelvis. It was coming awake now, that was damn certain, and growing like mad. Her lips slid over its full length with each forward plunge of his hips. He could feel it touching the back of her throat as it grew increasingly harder and longer. This cock of his was something he was proud of; maybe it didn't look like much at first, but it always stretched like a rubber band until it was as big around and lengthy as any man's.
Stu Watson grinned to himself. He knew his cock was reaching an admirable length already, for June was doing her best to take its length all the way up into her mouth, gagging and choking sometimes when he really threw it hard at her. He enjoyed that part especially; it was good for any broad to get hold of a nice thick cock once in awhile, one big and hard enough to really ream her out nice....
But what he really liked was for a girl to swallow it, so that he could feel the tight throat muscles contracting real nice around the end of his cock. Yeah, that was definitely the best part of all. He remembered a girl he'd once had in Vegas, Anita was her name, and, man, could she ever suck a mean cock. Sometimes she'd have three or four guys over, just so she could go down on them. Goddamn, she was really something; with her, you could stick it right down into her belly, and she never seemed to get enough. He couldn't remember anybody ever getting the best of Anita. But right now, old June was doing just fine, sucking and pulling at his loins like a newborn calf after milk. He slowed his thrusts and began the long, slow grind home.
This was all so new to June, and she was trying desperately not to choke on the throbbing rod of hardening male flesh that had invaded her throat. It was so long! Each time his hairy abdomen slapped against her lips, the terrible thing pushed against the back of her throat and slid down the sensitive passage of her throat. At first, thinking she would surely be choked to death, she had gasped and coughed with each plunge. But gradually she had found a way to relax the throat muscles and now it wasn't so bad. He would pull it almost out of her mouth, out over her roundly ovaled lips until the swollen knob at its tip was the only thing in between her teeth, then he would begin that awful long journey back into her throat. His cock was achingly hard, but somehow flexible, and when its rubbery, blood-filled head bumped against the tender back of her throat, the slickly moistened shaft would bend just enough to go down. And every time it did, she would have to swallow or choke; she knew the flexing of her own throat muscles would bring On the inevitable even sooner. He moaned each time she swallowed and she could tell that her tight throat contractions were urging him toward a quick spurting climax. She tried not to swallow and choked. He pulled it almost out, rubbing its hotly throbbing head over her saliva-moistened lips. She could taste the beginning of the end; small drops of warm white pre-cum oozed from the tiny slit in the end of his long stiff penis. He took the head between his fingers to keep it steady and rubbed it against the outside of her lips in a circle, the sticky-liquid leaving her lips wet and glistening. June knew better than to refuse Stu anything now, and she obediently knelt at his knees and let him paint her lips with the viscous discharge of his lust-inflated cock.
Stu didn't know how much more he could take as he inched his cock back and forth across her open mouth. He saw its enormous tip painting her lips wet ... she looked hungrier that way, eager and willing to suck his long hard penis right down into her throat ... and when he could stand it no longer, he let the bulbous head again slide through the moist nibbling lips and into her soft waiting mouth.
"Don't be hungry, June, baby, go ahead ... eat it! Eat it, baby!"
He began the long, slow grinding, holding her head tight and still in his hands burying his aching cock right up to the hilt.
"And don't stop when I'm cumming, honey, understand? You keep right on sucking ... but suck harder, harder than ever!" June was unable to answer. She tried to nod her head but the long fleshy penis was working its way rapidly in and out of her tautly stretched lips now so that she couldn't even shake her head. She almost gagged again. She had to relax her throat muscles or she would suffocate. He jammed his lust-driven cock past her tightly clamped lips, down over her tongue and deep into her throat, again and again and again ... she felt his loins twitch beneath the matted clump of pubic hair as he banged against her. It was beginning ... oh God, he was going to empty that thing right down into her throat. But there was nothing she could do ... nothing!
Stu felt the telltale beginning twitch of his loins. He could feel the dammed-up seething flood of hot semen behind the restraints of his aching balls. He slowed his thrusts, savoring every inch-by-inch stroke as his swollen hot penis continued to disappear agonizingly down her velvety throat tunnel. He wanted to feel every creaming inch of the delicious run from his cum-distended balls to his climaxing cock's throbbing, blood-filled head. His hands squeezed in on her ears, holding her absolutely motionless in his grip, while he pushed down ... deeper and deeper down that tight constrictive throat. Here it comes, he thought, it's coming. He could feel the hot semen rushing out of his sperm bloated testicles and up from the very bottom of his long hard penis. He stopped dead still, his shuddering rod of flesh rammed to the brushy hilt down her helplessly trapped throat, her head held perfectly still, and waited for the agonizing explosion deep in his loins.
"Aaaahhhhh...." he gasped sharply and emptied his lungs as, at the same infinitesimal moment, he began emptying his sperm-laden balls! June sucked voraciously hard. She tried to fight it, but it was no use ... suddenly she wanted it. She wanted his degradation and with it, every precious drop of his seething flood. She sucked at the long quivering cock and swallowed and gulped its gushing waves of fluid like a starving animal. Her arms wrapped tightly around his hips and she pulled him hard against her, hungrily gulping until every warm, milk-like drop was swallowed safely down her throat.
His cock deflated rapidly, and slipped wetly from between her lips as she fell, exhausted, away from him. In its path, a thin glistening trail of semen was strung momentarily from her lips, then broke away and vanished into the carpet at Stu's feet.
June fell on her back before him, her breasts rising and falling rapidly as she struggled to regain her breath. With both hands, she spread open her cream-white thighs, opening up the moist crevice and the soft hair-lined lips of her pussy to his view. With her fingers, she quickly spread the pink fleshy ridges, revealing the glistening pearl of her clitoris and the warmly beckoning opening to her deep wet vaginal tunnel.
"Oh, God, Stu, put it in me ... I'll make it hard again, Stu, but please put it in me quickly ... now, Stu. Now!" Stu dropped to his knees between her long smooth legs, grabbed her supple thighs from the back, and bent her legs hard back against her breasts, smashing her tingling nipples beneath her knees. Her warm hands clutched for his rubbery penis, found it, then rubbed it tenderly as it began to stiffen anew.
A deep, throaty moan slipped from her lips, still glistening wetly with his semen, as his long pulsating cock eased into the clasping confines of her warm, wet cuntal sheath. "Oh, yes, baby ... that's it! Fuck me, fuck me hard! Good and hard...!"
CHAPTER FIVE
"All right, all right, I'll let you do the talking," muttered Carla under her breath as they stood at the Shangri-La Inn reception desk and waited for the clerk to telephone Mr. Watson's office. It was nearly dinner time and Carla fully expected to find out they had missed him. That would have been the crowning blow first she had waited all day for Sandy to call, then when she finally did get in touch, she had to wait again until Sandy came to pick her up in her car. Luckily, Clark was working late again, or they would not have been able to come at all. At least they were finally here. If only he's in his office.
"Yes, ladies, Mr. Watson says to come on in. That door there, down the corridor and the first door on the left." They thanked the courteous young man and found their way to the manager's office. Carla tried to relax herself by breathing deeply as her hands were shaking like she had the palsy. This had to work and she knew it; if he didn't agree to a little more time, there was no choice but to tell Clark. And that meant the end.
Stu Watson greeted them courteously at the door and seated them in his luxuriously furnished office, then returned to his desk. "Now, ladies," he said, after exchanging the usual pleasantries, "what would you like to tell me?"
Sandy started in on him before he could open his mouth to protest, though it was more than obvious that he wanted an opening through which to take his verbal swing at Carla Jones. He listened attentively as the attractive blonde spilled out her story. Or really, her girlfriend's story. This was a development in Stu Watson's carefully laid plans that he had not counted on. The married one, the brunette, was supposed to be his first pigeon, a sort of trial run of his new scheme. But the blonde no, she was definitely too smart, clever with that sort of street-savvy common to call girls and gigolos. That was something he could see just from her eyes: they were cool and clear, confidently self-assured, without a trace of fear or anxiety. No sir, she was not the sort he could muscle, that was for sure; she'd never buy it for a second. But it was now or never, make your move or give it up.
"Mrs. Jones," he started, directing all his attention to the tall, shapely brunette. And much to his pleasure, she stiffened visibly as he glared at her and shifted visibly under his gaze. "I'm sorry, I really am, but you have to understand my position. We, that is, the hotel, covered your losses in our lounge games and you, as a trusted member, assured us you could make these loans good. You have to understand that I don't hold the power around here, Mrs. Jones. I have my own bosses to answer to and I can only carry these bad debts just so long without it looking bad for me and my organization. And I can't have that, now, can I?"
Carla stirred anxiously in her chair. This was the first moment she had really felt the pressure Stu Watson wanted her to feel. She suddenly felt very alone and frightened, likes a cornered animal.
"Uh ... uh, Mr. Watson, I'm sorry. But you see, I just don't have the money right now. Maybe in a few, uh, weeks ... "
"A few weeks!" he shot back. "Mrs. Jones, I just can't do it. It's out of the question. How about your husband? Does he have the money or could he maybe borrow it?" Watson extended his hand until his fingertips rested on the telephone, poised as if about to call Clark and make this all known to him.
"No! Please, he doesn't know!" the nervous brunette blurted.
Now, this is more like it ... "Well, maybe I'll have to talk with him. After all, this is a serious breach of trust," he went on.
"Please, no, he wouldn't understand," Carla pleaded. "Just a little more time, that's all!"
Watson shook his head solemnly. "I am sorry."
"Isn't there some other way? Surely a man with your position can think of something. I mean, I know it's not your problem, but if you'll help just this one time, I promise it'll never happen again!"
But Watson only looked into her eyes, still shaking his head slowly from side to side. Watching, waiting ... this had to be it, make the pitch now, Stu ol' boy, or forget it.
"Uh, actually, there might be a way out of this for you," he said finally. "Anything! What is it? What is it?" Carla practically shrieked. And she meant it. She'd do anything, anything, to get out of this mess. But even her despair had not prepared her for what was to come.
"Well, you see, we have occasion from time to time to, uh, hire part-time hostesses for some of our better-heeled guests," he explained cautiously. "You know, sort of as escorts, just to ... "
"Escorts!? What're you getting at, Mr. Watson?"
"Now, don't go getting excited. Try to remember this is a modern age we're living in and sometimes things change so fast we can hardly ... "
"Don't say another word! I know all about this 'escort' business. I read the papers, too, and there's been plenty in there about this sort of thing. You're not talking about hostess work ... you're talking about prostitution!"
Watson tried to smile benevolently. "Please, Mrs. Jones, you shouldn't be so quick to criticize. After all, you're the one in debt, not me, and from gambling, too. What's the worse sin of the two, huh?"
"I won't listen to another word!" she shouted angrily, then looked to her girlfriend, who had been unusually quiet through this whole exchange. "Sandy, are you coming? I'm getting out of here this minute, with or without you!"
"You just go on. Take the car and I'll get a cab back. I want to talk to Mr. Watson since you're being so hot-headed."
"Hot-headed! Sandy, I can't believe you're actually saying that. Well, you'll not get me to stay, not on your life!" And as her last words echoed in the enormous executive offices, Carla slammed the wooden door and was gone.
"Got a bit of a temper, hasn't she?" said Watson to the blonde who stayed behind. She was starting to get more and more interesting by the second. Maybe there was some hope left yet.
"Yes, she has. And so have I, but let's not talk about that. I want to hear some more about this deal of yours, okay? Or is it just for girls who owe you money?"
Watson laughed self-consciously. "You're a pretty sharp number, Miss ... uh, what is your last name, by the way?"
"Liebt. Sandy Liebt, but just call me Sandy."
"Okay, Sandy, it's a deal. Now what 'ya want to know?"
"Just start at the top, honey, start at the top!"
CHAPTER SIX
Some nights it was nice having June around, but this was one time Stu Watson was grateful that he had not planned to have her over. Man, was he grateful! He and this little fireball who called herself Sandy had gone straight up to his quarters after a short talk and a couple of drinks downstairs, and now, after only an hour, well, this was the kind of thing most men only dreamed about.
They shared the same sofa he and June had tumbled on just last night, but there the resemblance ended. June was a good-looking woman, all right, but this little honey ... she was outta sight!
Stu kissed her soft wet lips and murmured tenderly into the young blonde's ear. "Like it, baby? Gettin' to you, huh?"
"Mmmm ... it's so deep ... so deep!" Sandy's skirt, blouse, brassiere and panties were strewn on the floor beside the sofa, and her long bare legs were cocked back at forty-five degree angles, flattened hard back against her firm, widely set breasts.
Sty Watson was half on his knees, half arched off the sofa with the support of his feet and palms, with his long, hard cock buried deep in the young girl's nakedly trembling belly, stretching far apart the warm, hungry lips of her vagina as he flexed the huge shaft far up in her softly clenching womb.
He tightened his loins, giving the bulging head of his cock a little jerk deep inside her, bringing a soft low groan from between her lips, her teeth tightly clenched. He flexed again ... another groan from deep in her throat. She gasped as he began a slow revolving motion with his pelvis and her hot passage grew accustomed to his thick fleshy spear. He ground his lust-incited cock tightly into her nakedly writhing pussy, expanding the still cringing walls until they fit around his hotly swollen length like a soft leather glove.
Stu reached past the naked young blonde to the dangling cords of the draperies and gave the shorter one a strong yank. The turquoise drapes parted enough to cast a soft moonlight glow over the room, outlining the smoothly gleaming curves of the incredibly beautiful creature beneath him. Her breasts were two ivory mounds, capped enticingly with the puckered warm pinkness of her crinkly nipples, hard and throbbing as he flexed his throbbing rod of flesh up between her widespread milk-white legs. Her eyes were closed, her teeth still clenched, her face distorted from the delicious pain his hard, thick organ was bringing to her moist young cuntal passage.
With unbelieving eyes, Watson ran his sweating palms over the pretty blonde wife's naked flesh, rubbing lewdly the moon-shaped cheeks of her buttocks, probing delicately at the hair-fringed vaginal lips ovaled widely around his thickly impaling member. His fingertip flicked tentatively at her anus as his hand eased in between their tightly pressed bodies. Then suddenly it popped up through the tight surrounding nether ring and wormed deeply into the soft rubbery flesh inside. It moved around, expanding the tiny nether hole until the palm of his hand lay flat against her firmly rounded ass-cheeks, his whole middle finger sunk deep up inside the forbidden little channel.
Watson couldn't believe his luck; he'd been happy with just June to fuck around with. But this! This was more than one man could ask for. They'd only been here for an hour or so, and a couple of drinks ago he'd been sitting quietly on the sofa with this beautiful, hot-blooded little minx and now ... now, it was too fantastic to be real! He'd been around good-looking girls all his life, and he'd balled more than his share, many times more. But not in all those years ... all those girls, could he remember one like this. Christ, she'd practically torn his pants off trying to get at his cock. And now, hell, she was hotter than a lit firecracker!
He began a hard, rhythmic fucking motion in and out of Sandy's moistly stretched pussy, thrusting mercilessly forward from his backstroke and battering (her hotly writhing body back hard against the sofa cushions. Ignoring the cramped muscle in his twisted arm, he continued his relentless plundering of her anus with his rigid middle finger, slowly pistoning it in and out in obscene rhythm with the long, deep thrusts of his huge, lust inflamed cock. The combination of the two brought groans of pain and gasps of pleasure from her open lips in perfect time with the agonizing tempo.
Sandy was enjoying every second of it she'd been without a real man, not counting her staid, rather inexperienced husband, for weeks and weeks now, and nothing could have felt better to her at this moment than the blood-chilling ecstasy of a long, hard cock shoved deep into her naked little belly. That was the way she liked it, and the harder and bigger and deeper it was, the better. Being with a man like this always brought out the hidden masochistic urges she suppressed so well in everyday life. Flat on her back like this, naked and helpless, she could let those shameful desires run rampant, pull her knees back tight against her breasts and savor the deeply burrowing thrusts of a man's massively hardened penis far up inside her steaming wet cuntal passage. Stu was well hung; she liked that in a man, and now, nothing else mattered. Her lips were moving with a savage rhythm of their own, grinding up at his hairy loins with increasing speed as he stepped up the pace of his cock and finger ravaging both of the hot, hungry holes between her widespread young legs.
"Oh, yes ... Goddamn it, yes ... fuck me like this, fuck me! Oh shit, yes! Fuck me!" she cried, squirming her body lewdly around beneath Watson's pelvis, knocking the couch cushions askew in her mindless passion.
She opened her eyes and could see the clear, unmistakable outline of the man hovering over her, but the face was a blank shadow. She raised her neck slightly; she could look down between her upturned thighs and see the long, glistening shaft of his hardened cock sliding easily in and out of her own upturned vagina. A cold chill raced along her spine as he thrust his hips forward, sending the long pole diving down into the burning wetness of her voraciously tight vaginal depths. It didn't matter that his face was invisible; in fact, it almost seemed right ... she needed a man, any man. The face was of no importance. What she really needed was buried deep between her nakedly smooth thighs . .
The fevered ecstasy reached a bone-shattering peak, "Oh God, don't stop! Don't stop! Fuck me like this forever! Oh, yes ... fuck me!" She grunted into the chill air, gyrating her roundly straining buttocks around faster and faster, trying to keep up with the monstrous rod of flesh that was pounding its way deeper and deeper up into her softly quivering belly with ever-increasing speed.
It was impossible for Stu to hold back any longer. He took one long, lustful look at the viciously writhing young girl pinned helplessly beneath the heavy weight of his body and began increasing the fast, pushing thrusts that buried his achingly distended cock right up to the hairs on his pelvis with every long, deep lunge forward. Faster and faster he pounded into her raging hot belly until....
"Oh, no, no ... wait! Please, just a little more!" screamed Sandy, but it was too late. Stu's lips parted and a long, low sigh of release escaped with a groan as his unbearably swollen balls pumped spurt after spurt of sticky hot cum deep into her nakedly trembling belly. She ground her hungering loins up tightly against his pelvis to try to stop the warm flow even for an instant but her very eagerness deprived her of his last gasping thrusts. The nibbling grip of her straining pussy-lips milked his spending cock clean, the last drop of his hot viscous cum sloshing deep inside her passion-inflamed womb.
Stu pulled himself off the still squirming young blonde, his exhausted cock slithering wetly from her hungry clutches as the pinkly glistening cuntal lips reluctantly released their prize. A thin lewd string of white stickiness hung from the tip of his cock over her naked thigh.
Sandy lay quietly, at least as quietly as she could, and Stu stretched out below her on the carpeted floor, his penis lying uselessly between his widespread thighs. Her breasts rose and fell in a rapid staccato as she gasped for breath to fill her emptied lungs. Still the flames of undiluted passion raged out of control in her loins, a scorching inferno of unfulfilled animal desires that still needed answering. Without any conscious effort, her own hands began to ease slowly along the smooth flat expanse of her naked belly, over the cum-soaked mound of her aching pelvis and down the smooth inner curve of her supple thighs. The fingertips of both hands brushed lightly over the warm pussy lips of her moist cuntal crevice, and a tingling blast of electricity shot through her burning flesh as her fingers touched the incredibly sensitive pussy-folds. One finger slipped into the sperm soaked opening as if it had a mind of its own, and she could feel the soft moist walls close quickly around the single digit, hungrily grasping now at anything to fill the painful void.
She jerked her hand away quickly as she felt the sofa move slightly; Stu was kneeling at the other end, still completely naked, his long gleaming penis held between the clenched fingers of his left hand. Above her like that in the near-darkness he looked like a giant. She couldn't take her eyes off his penis, and he watched her eagerly as she kept her attention focused on the fleshy instrument jutting from his hair-covered loins. As she watched, it swelled ... only a little at first, then more, in quick, jerking movements as the momentum of desire grew stronger inside him.
"Turn over," he commanded. Sandy obediently rolled over on the sofa, smearing the trail of semen on her thigh over the black leather of the sofa cushions. She lay quietly on her stomach, awaiting his instructions. It didn't bother her this way; sometimes she enjoyed it even more on her knee?. Somehow the penetration seemed even deeper that way.
"Now get up on your hands and knees," he ordered. He grabbed impatiently at her hips and helped her to her knees. She rested panting for a moment on all fours, her firmly rounded buttocks shoved up high and vulnerable in the air, and her face resting on the arm of the sofa. Her eyes were glazed with the ravishment her body was enduring and her pulse quickened at the prospect of this strange man's still-hard cock embedded deeply inside her aching pussy again.
Suddenly, she felt the insistent probings of Stu's swollen hardness against the forbidden tautness of her ass-hole. She waved the quivering half-moons of her buttocks back at him, feeling the blunt rubbery head of his cock pushing firmly against the tiny puckered little hole.
"No, Stu ... not there. I can't take it there. You're too big, it'll split me open," she uttered without excitement, still assured that her urging plea would be sufficient to protect her soft delicate back passage from ravishment. Stu didn't answer, but responded instead with a cruel shove forward, burying the huge bulbous head of his cock just inside her tiny puckered ass-hole. He grunted loudly as the warm rubbery walls closed deliciously tight around his throbbing penis.
Sandy jumped forward with anguished surprise. "Ohhh! God, you're killing me! Take it out, you're tearing me in half!" Stu grabbed the fleshy softness of her hips like a couple of handles, and pulled her buttocks back against him with all his strength, gasping as his cock disappeared to the hilt in the unprepared tightness of her tiny hairless anal passage. His lust-tightened balls slung forward and slapped against the dripping wet crevice, brushing ever so gently against the softly layered ridges of her pussy He gripped her tightly, and she was unable to jerk away from this incredible agony. It was like the big end of a baseball bat had been rammed up inside her, shoved far up into her helpless little belly until her stomach tightened with nausea from the throbbing pain.
"Oh, please ... I can't stand any more! God, you're going to split me open! Pull it out, please!" she begged. But Stu was deaf to her pleas; his eyes were wide with astonished disbelief as he watched his lust-knotted cock slide back and forth in between her vainly struggling ass-cheeks, back until the swollen tip-end alone remained sunk between the tightly stretched bands of her anus, then forward again, inch by inch, until all of his long hard rod of flesh was nestled deeply inside her constrictive nether passage. The feeling was incredible! It was like a warm hand covered in soft pink velvet had grabbed his blood-engorged penis and was pulling it far up inside the helpless young girl's nakedly writhing belly.
He was like a man possessed; harder and harder he rammed his rock-hard spear home, pushing aside the fragile pink walls of her anus as he shoved his lust-driven cock as far as it could go up between her defenselessly widespread buttocks.
But for Sandy, a most definite change was taking place. The pain was subsiding; or rather, it was being replaced with an overwhelming feeling of total subjugation, total ravishment at the hands of this near-stranger. The mental picture of her quivering buttocks being so ruthlessly plundered incited spasms of wicked pleasurein her writhing body. The unanswered hunger in her belly began to rage out of control once again. She began to undulate her buttocks backward in tiny circles, squeezing with the strong muscles of her rectum at the impaling shaft so lewdly embedded inside her, squeezing at the fleshy shaft now boring into her from behind. She wanted to suck it dry, to fill that untried nether orifice with this man's seething load, to feel his hot sticky flood fill her ravaged rectum until the cum ran in torrents down her sweat-soaked thighs. She had never had it this way before; always she had been able to talk her way out of it whenever a man wanted to fuck her in the ass. But tonight she regretted having ever had second thoughts; she was wallowing in the intense pleasure-pain, savoring every second of the delicious agony he was inflicting on her ravaged back passage. She clenched her buttocks tightly, intensifying the masochistic thrill that had taken control of her body. Nothing mattered except this; nothing but this long, hard muscle of rigid male flesh that was bringing her such wanton, ecstasy. She wanted it to shoot its load into her; she wanted to feel its scalding warmth flooding the virgin depths of her rectum with an unending torrent of life-giving sperm until it sloshed deep in her belly. She wanted it to run through every open pore of her naked body in rivers of wicked pleasure.
And an instant later, her wishes were fulfilled. Just as she felt the awesome wave of her orgasm swelling inside her loins, she felt his stiffened prick suddenly inflate even larger and begin spewing its white hot load deep up her tightly clasping asshole. It ricocheted wildly around inside and dripped from the hungrily sucking hole and streamed down the naked blonde's thighs. His balls were slammed tightly in the sopping wet crevice beneath her ass-hole, and the oozing male secretions flowed warmly down over his emptying testicles as they brushed lightly against the puckered pink lips of her pussy, sending a shudder of wicked excitement through her tortured body.
She screwed her buttocks back tightly against the still spending cock buried deep in her hungrily clasping rectum and with a loud scream from between clenched teeth felt her whole body explode with the pricks of a billion red-hot needles. Her strength was suddenly gone and she collapsed forward on the sofa as his penis slipped with a lewd wet sucking sound from the tight velvet grip of her rectum. She shivered once more as the cool air rushed like a gale wind up her unplugged opening, chilling her very insides.
Stu's body had somehow managed to stay intact through all of this, though every last ounce of energy and strength was drained from his every straining muscle. With a gasping moan that seemed more of relief than of pain, he fell to the floor beside the sofa, his arms and legs spread-eagle, his breath coming in short, quick gasps.
"Well," he gasped. "We got a deal?" Sandy gulped in a big mouthful of air and swallowed, "Yeah, we've got a deal. Any kind of deal you want, honey."
"How about your friend?" Sandy smiled and closed her eyes. "Don't worry about Carla. I'm the one person in the world she'll listen to. Just leave her to me. You name the time and place ... and I'll do the rest, partner!"
CHAPTER SEVEN
So far it was all Sandy promised her it would be. Getting out of the house was easy Clark wasn't going to be in until the wee hours of the morning anyway. During the cab ride over to the beachside resort hotel, Carla had been as nervous as a teenager sneaking out after bed-check. Dinner had eased her fears a little, and now she was hardly nervous at all.
Mac was a nice enough guy. A bit of a pretty-boy type, she figured right off the bat. Big blue eyes and blond longish hair; good-looking, but almost too good-looking, like maybe he would have looked better as a girl. Not that he seemed effeminate or anything like that, though; he certainly seemed man enough. She was still wondering how she let Sandy talk her into this. She had certainly been mad enough when she left Stu Watson's office to go straight to the police! But Sandy always did have a way with words. Should have been a politician, that girl. And now she had accompanied Mac back to his suite. Not for anything dirty, mind you, just for him to make a phone call and then they were going out on the water's edge to the Surf Club for dancing.
Mac Garson watched Carla from the corner of his eye as he made his phone call back to Chicago to the home office. It wasn't really necessary, and even the night operator at the desk sounded a bit puzzled at his calling this late, but he was only following his old pal, Stu's advice ... Take it easy with this one, she's brand new. But, buddy, she's got to be worth the effort!
He finished the call and sat down beside her on the sofa. Carla nervously shifted away and reached for her handbag. "Well, r-ready to go, Mac?" she asked nervously. She had seen that look before, and she didn't like it.
"We'll go in just a little while. Let's just sit here and let our dinner settle a bit first, okay."
"Only a few minutes, huh? I've got to get back before it gets too late. My, uh, roommate is expecting me in and I wouldn't want to worry her. She's the nervous sort, you know?" Mac smiled a big Hollywood smile, all his white teeth flashing in his boyish face. "How about you? Are you the nervous sort?" he asked, letting his hand settle over her shoulders. He felt her tense beneath his touch. She didn't answer and his hand slowly began to make its way along her smooth upper arm until it just barely rested on the rich full swell of her breast. She quivered like a wounded sparrow as his fingers touched her there.
"Please, Mac ... don't spoil everything now," Carla pleaded, still looking away. Her hand swept his away from her breast. Mac only smiled and, keeping his hand firmly in place, began kneading her soft yielding flesh between his fingers. His brashness surprised him as much as Carla, but there would be no stopping him now.
"You needn't play .games with me ... we both know what comes next. It's inevitable." Carla looked into his face at last, and what she saw frightened her so badly she could scarcely speak. Her face was suddenly pale and drawn as she pulled stubbornly at his hand.
"You've got to stop; please!" cried Carla, fear clouding her mind. Tears started to trickle down her smooth cheeks as he held her firmly in spite of her struggle to free herself. Nothing would stop him now. He quickly wrapped his other arm around her, and with a strength she couldn't resist, pinioned her tightly in his arms and forced his mouth down against hers. She twisted and kicked valiantly, but it was futile. His mouth closed brutishly on her soft moist lips as he eased the weight of his body over hers and pushed her backwards onto the sofa.
The man couldn't contain a nervous laugh that came out of nowhere as he reached over her narrow shoulders and unzipped her dress. There wasn't a thought in his brain at the moment except that of uncovering this delectable young woman and giving her pleasure as no one else had ever done. It didn't matter that she was probably a married woman, that she had a husband, and for all he knew, maybe a couple of kids. That was like something in another world; to Mac, Carla was only an innocent virgin, as fresh and unspoiled as any girl on earth. Yes, he'd give her pleasure all right, and perhaps a little pain, but he knew she'd thank him for this ... before long she'd be begging him for more of his delicious pleasure.
"No, please ... stop please!" She was screaming so loudly he feared someone would call the manager. Her fingers jabbed at his face and tore at his hair as she lost all hope of escaping this terrible fate with only words. He managed to yank her dress down off her shoulders and down, finally to her trim young waist. He swept her flailing arms away and somehow freed the hooks on her brassiere, reaching far over her shoulder as she squirmed and kicked like a wildcat. He yanked the thin white brassiere free and tossed it to the floor, exposing the soft, pear-shaped mounds of her ivory-like breasts, dancing and writhing with the frantic contortions of her body. Holding her arms pinned to her sides, he lowered his lips to her pink, wrinkled nipples and brushed the smooth skin which felt like the peach-soft suppleness of a baby's delicate flesh. She screamed again and her head arched back as he bit into the savory softness of her voluptuously full breast. One of his hands shot down between her thighs before she could clench them shut and probed hungrily for the moist furrow, of her pussy, still protected by the gauze-like sheerness of her white nylon panties.
The heat of animal desire rushed like a speeding freight train to his penis and with a frantic, hurried jerk, he snatched off her dress in one rough, furious movement. Her long smooth legs flailed madly against him, though she seemed nearly spent from the hopeless struggle.
Mac could hear the pulse of raging blood pounding hotly in his head as he focused on the sheer, flimsy white panties creasing on the smooth full flesh of her hips, the same panties he'd seen so tantalizingly outlined beneath her dress just moments ago. They stretched tightly over her soft, womanly pelvis, failing to conceal entirety the mysterious triangle of dark young pubic hair at the junction of her trembling milk-white thighs.
He forced another kiss on her as he tried to tug down the panties with one hand. But it was impossible the head-on clash of two overwhelming desires: her desperate struggle to protect her innocence, and his maddening passion. The gnawing agony in his loins had become an acute pain and he could withstand the torment no longer-with a powerful jerk of his wrist he simply tore the soft sheer panties from the hapless brunette's futilely writhing body. The flimsy panty material ripped down her left side, then across the front, splitting in half and revealing her whole defenseless nakedness, softly firm and helpless before him.
His heart pounding, Mac moved his hand from her arm down to the jutting bulge of his own loins and hurriedly unzipped his trousers. Without meaning to, he partially released his grip on the frightened young housewife, and in the brief instant before he recovered, Carla jerked away from him, flinging her naked body nearly free of the sofa and out of his reach. But though she was fast, her businessman "escort" was faster, and with one powerful sweep of his forearm, he grabbed her around the waist and slammed her back onto the cushions beside him. She fell on her face as he jerked her back to the sofa, and he caught a glimpse of her firmly rounded buttocks, the twin mounds grinding smoothly together like ball-bearings covered with nearly transparent skin as she squirmed and struggled savagely to escape him. She twisted herself over in an instant, and as he carefully looked her over from top to bottom, he was suddenly aware of her innocent appearance. For although she was unquestionably a woman, she had that special air about her, a tempting tantalizing girlish appeal.
Again Carla was struggling as if for her life, and Mac had his throbbing cock pressed hard against the soft smooth flesh of her naked thighs as he kicked off his pants. He could stand it no longer; his penis was a pulsing firebrand, filled, it seemed, with a raging-hot pain that ached to be eased. He forced her thighs apart with an effort strengthened by the immense lustful passion he felt burning deep in his loins. She strained away from him, even put her hands to his now-naked pelvis in a vain attempt to shield her vulnerably exposed loins from this wanton ravishment, but the feel of her tiny fingers down there only served to magnify his insane desires. He felt her fingertips brush accidentally over the blood-filled head of his anxiously throbbing cock and there was no way left of retaining control. In another moment, he was pushing up hard, driving his rock-hard shaft home between the helpless young girl's quivering thighs. He felt the warmly clasping lips of her pussy close involuntarily but tightly around the lust-swollen tip of his hardened penis. Carla screamed, even louder than before.
"Oh, God, no! Please, no! Please, don't ... I beg you!" Her eyes were flooded with tears as she pleaded to be spared this horrible degradation. But with a brutal thrust, he rammed his huge, blood-engorged cock up into her widespread cunt as she screamed hysterically with pain and terror.
He felt a welcome surge of relief sweep from his loins as the constricted walls of her warm wet pussy closed hotly around his licentiously driving cock. The passage was tight, but not painfully so, and grew gradually moister with every lunge forward that sank his immense rod of excited male flesh another inch deeper in her pinkly streaming passage. He held her securely by her upper arms as she sobbed and jerked her body in an effort to escape him and the thick, stretching pain he brought. Her legs continued to flail around, though she was nearly exhausted and gasping for breath to fill her tired lungs, and her cock-split vagina was left wide-open and unguarded. He thrust powerfully deep into her again, throwing all his weight behind his brutally ramming cudgel as it seared like a heated torch deep into her belly. Deeper and deeper and deeper up into her he pushed, while a strangled hoarse cry escaped her dry, parched lips. He kissed her tear-streaked cheeks as his loins ground cruelly into hers and she twisted her head wildly from side to side, tossing her thick luxuriant black hair behind her as she still fought wildly with what little strength remained.
Ignoring her feeble blows, he reached his hands down under her crazily gyrating asscheeks, and grasping a warm, firm mound with each hand, he raised her loins upward toward his lustfully grinding pelvis, j thrusting with fresh vigor so that his straining groans nearly drowned out her sobs. Sweat drained from the man's forehead as he buried his swollen penis deeper and deeper into the naked young girl's ravaged pussy. It seemed to him that his whole body was numb, except for the long hard shaft of his penis, the whole of his body concentrated into a single pulsing, devouring, devastating sensation that seemed to grow with every brutal thrust and jerk of his loins. Her vainly protesting cuntal passage, now freely lubricated with her own vaginal secretions, clamped desperately around his adulterously violating rod of flesh, offering the perfect complement to his own rigid hardness.
She continued to writhe helplessly like an impaled insect as he leaned over her enough to reach the rosy, sweat-soaked tips of her hardened nipples. As he felt the telltale surging starting deep in his loins, she began to cry even louder, as if she knew the end was near. As if she knew that in only a few seconds this near-stranger would empty his lust-swollen testicles deep into her nakedly helpless belly in an unstoppable torrent of hot sticky sperm. Her face was contorted with the agonizing humiliation and degradation she could not escape.
The man could feel his aching rod grow longer and thicker until it seemed he would burst through her body and come out the other side. His whole body was drenched in sweat and he panted, gasping and choking for breath, thrusting deeply and savagely. He could feel the scalding flood beginning to sweep along the full length of his wildly throbbing organ until it reached the sweetly bursting head, buried deep into the warm clasping sheath of her tender young cuntal passage. She screamed frantically as he rammed her thighs back against her ribs, forcing her ravished pussy mouth upward to give him the perfect angle, positioning her helpless body so that his wildly exploding cock was sunk deep in the very heart of her.
He closed his eyes ... it was coming, coming ... then like a flood-tide of hot, seething liquid, the viscous flow surged upward from his loins, paused for an instant like a wave cresting at the tip of his thick hard penis. He cried out and gave one last vicious thrust with a great, powerful movement as, inside her, far up in her cruelly tortured young belly, there was a massive explosion of his penis and she cried out in chorus as the white-hot cum blasted from his body like hot, steaming cream and shot into her defenselessly wide-held insides, shattering painfully deep in her softly clasping vaginal passage.
He continued to jerk spasmodically until every last drop of his load was emptied deep into the young girl's helplessly contracting belly, then fell forward on her warm trembling body. Her tears all gone, but still sobbing quietly now, the ravaged young brunette pulled away and half-rolled, half-crawled from the sofa. Gasping for breath, but crying so hard it just wouldn't come, she pulled her clothes together and made her way, wobbling uneasily, to the bathroom. A thin, sticky stream of lewd male semen was drying on the inside of her thighs.
Mac closed his eyes for a moment, not to sleep, just to recover his composure, and hopefully, to bring his pounding pulse back to a normal rhythm and when he opened them again, Carla was gone.
CHAPTER EIGHT
During those tense minutes in Mac Garson's suite, another equally exciting tableau was being enacted only a floor below. Following Stu Watson's instructions to the letter, Sandy had remained inside the special suite her new boss had assigned her, so as not to run head-on into her girlfriend and risk botching the whole operation while it was still in its infancy.
He had assigned the son of an old associate from New York to sample Sandy's charm and hospitality, and Sandy had promised she'd make it an evening the kid would never forget. He was married, married to some Radcliffe girl with no more idea of pleasing a man than a ten year old. At least that was the gossip she'd heard from the owner of the Shangri-La Inn.
Sandy was sitting on the bed beside the young man now, having first changed into an appropriately-revealing nightie Stu had bought her, taking her time, easing the anxious young husband into something he'd long remember. "How about a couple more drinks?" she asked with a telling smile and offered her glass.
Tony rose, taking her glass from her hand and glancing down at the thin hair-lined lips of her vagina clearly visible under the nearly transparent nightie, up between her slightly parted legs. He did not blush this time and a pleased smile crossed his face as she spread her milk-white thighs a little more, a teasing grin lining her lips. He could see that she was excited. The first tiny dewdrops of cuntal moisture rising between her legs were faintly visible glistening in the tight narrow slit as she exposed herself shamelessly to him. He hurried with the drinks this time, the heat in his own body rising rapidly.
When he returned to the side of the bed with the drinks, she had loosened the front of the nightie, exposing the large full mounds of her breasts, the ripe ruby-red nipples staring up at him invitingly. She had moistened them with saliva from her tongue so that their pink bud-like tips throbbed slightly from the touch of her own fingers against them.
"God, you're beautiful," he muttered, staring down at her wanton nakedness with the drinks in his hands. He could see that her eyes had dilated a little also from her excitement. It was all he could do to keep from dropping to his knees in front of her and locking his lips to the softness of her flesh at that very moment, but he held himself back. He sensed that she needed more. She knew what making love was about and wasn't the kind of woman one just jumped on top of and rammed it into without preparing her well for it. The reward would be well worth the torture of waiting.
"You're not bad yourself," she smiled up at him smokily, reaching for the drink he offered. "In fact, you're quite a handsome young man."
"I'm not that young," he defended. "Almost as old as you."
"Have you had many women? Other than your wife, I mean?" she asked, matter-of-factly, as though it were a perfectly normal question.
"Enough," he lied, leaning over her and kissing her lightly on the lips as though he had done this kind of thing all his life.
She pushed him away for a moment.
"Here, put my drink on the table, darling. I'll spill it." He took both of them and placed them quickly on the end table and then leaned over her again, pressing his lips tightly down against hers. She reached up, curled her arms around his neck and pulled him down on top of her. One of his legs fell tightly in between her open thighs. She was surprisingly supple and soft and her body was molded into his as though it were glued there. She moved her thigh up against his aching crotch as he ground his lips harshly into hers, bringing his cock to a painful hardness. He could feel the wetness from the first early droplets of seminal fluid seeping from the glans on the hardening tip-end. It smeared against his leg inside his pants until he was certain she could feel the wetness through the material. She continued massaging him with a practiced thoroughness until he thought his painfully swelling cock-head would explode. It was jerking now as though he would cum at the slightest extra pressure and he would, he could feel it building deep in his testicles below. He thrust his tongue deep into the warm wet cavern of her mouth, and she sucked gently on it, nibbling with tiny sharp nips of her teeth that sent chills running the length of his spine. He pulled his head away to escape the teasing sensation and placed his cheeks against her hair, thinking guiltily for a moment of his wife and the shock it would be for her if she could see him now, stretched out over the almost naked body of this delectable young stranger. Her girlish innocence wouldn't believe it. She just didn't know infidelity existed.
"Is your wife good in bed?" Sandy suddenly whispered into his ear as though reading his thoughts. "She's too inexperienced," he answered without the slightest shock at her mentioning his wife at a time like this. Good Lord, he thought wryly, I've certainly changed in the last few hours.
"I'll teach you some things you can take home to her," she promised softly, breathing heavily into his ear again. "Let's get naked."
He realized suddenly that she was quivering beneath him. Her soft, cream-like thighs were moving tantalizingly against his loins.
"You want to fuck me, don't you?" she breathed, deeper this time.
"Yes, God yes, I want to," he answered, the lewd words coming from her mouth exciting him all the more.
"Then tell me!"
"I want to fuck you!"
"How?" she groaned beneath him.
"Deep, deep and hard. I want to fuck you like you've never been fucked before."
"Oh God," she moaned, almost throwing him off her squirming body. "Get your clothes off before I die." The young businessman rose from the bed and began desperately stripping his clothes from his body. A slight tinge of self-consciousness came over him as he dropped his pants and shorts and stood towering over her, where she still lay on the bed, with his cock standing out in naked erection in front of him. She lifted her body slightly and squirmed out of the flimsy gown she was wearing, leaving her with nothing on but her garter belt and hose. Her black high heels fell to the floor with a double thud that sounded almost as a single sound, they came so close together. She looked up at him standing stark naked above her. Her eyes riveted on the thickly distended penis standing out lewdly in the air. She watched the throbbing of the huge blood-filled head for a moment, and then said, "I like it. It's going to feel good going slowly up inside me and twisting around deep in my cunt. Oh God, I want you to screw me with it."
He lay down on the bed beside her, dragging her over to him with the strength of his arms. He moved one hand down to the smooth roundness of her buttocks and cupped them gently. They were beautifully shaped-and as firm as he had expected them to be. Her body was warm and soft against him and she raised her face up to his, locking her mouth tightly to his lips as her hand searched down between their closely pressed bodies for the pulsating hardness of his penis. He gasped as the coolness of her fingers closed around his hotly throbbing rigidity. He pressed his head forward and kissed her moistly back. The odor of her perfume was maddening, a scent that he didn't recognize, but it reminded him dimly of the freshness of flowers after a spring rain. Her lips were sensually soft and yielded beneath the harsher pressure of his teeth with a sensation that sent tiny chills racing all over his skin. She crushed the full length of her body against his and ground her pelvis tightly into him before suddenly twisting her body and pulling him over on top of her, opening her legs wide to take him up between them.
Sandy crushed Tony tight to her and ran her hands searchingly down over his body, exploring eagerly the secret male hollows of all of his flesh. His cock was resting hard against her thighs, pressed into the narrow hair-lined slit of her cunt. She arched up for a moment, levering them both up off the bed with the strength of her back and, reaching down under her buttocks with both hands, pulled her vaginal lips slowly apart to give his penis greater contact with the wet sensitive pussy-flesh as it lay the full length of the moist, gently throbbing slit. She relaxed, dropping her body back to the bed, his rigid member trapped tightly in between her trembling thighs.
He forced his hands down between her shoulders and the mattress and ran them along the voluptuously soft curves of her back and hips. He could feel the raised little ridges of her spine moving almost imperceptibly as she undulated her body up against him in a slow teasing rhythm. The sinews of her muscles rippled lightly just under the thin, golden tan skin, indicating a powerful hidden strength in her body. The tenseness of the cords in her thighs pressed against the outside of his hips. He wondered how they would grip around him later when he had sunk his hardness deep inside her.
"Oh God, you feel nice," she whispered, smashing her lips up against his again and writhing the flatness of her belly close up against him. Her fingernails trailed across his back, leaving small red welts in their path. He pushed his hands farther down beneath her, cupping the fullness of her buttocks in the palms of his hands and pulled her openly clasping pussy up tighter against him. He moved slowly up and down, insinuating the pulsating hardness of his fully rigid length teasingly up and down the widespread cuntal split, sensing it growing wetter and wetter with each passing second. Her hotly straining pelvis began a more desperate rotation against his loins until her legs, without warning, snaked out wide on either side of his body, her calves locking around against the back of his thighs, pulling him tighter into her.
"Oooooh, fuck me now, darling, fuck me now!" she moaned into his mouth, her eyes clenched tightly shut, her hips grinding lewdly. He started to move but she beat him to it. Her hands came down between their tensely surging bodies and circled around the swollen, lust-hardened length of cock, guiding it quickly up between the lips of her desire-moistened cunt. Tony groaned above her as he felt her move it up and down between her legs, parting the soft silky hair of her vagina with the pulsating blood-filled head. The tender pubic hair grazed teasingly against it, forcing it into a greater hardness until it ached from the excruciating pressure.
He couldn't hold back another second, and flicked his hips forward with a sudden cruel thrust that drove his aching cock with a flesh-splitting crash up into the gaping hot mouth of her pussy.
"Ooooooh," she moaned beneath him as he felt the warm elastic-like sheath slip wetly over his sensitive naked flesh. It entered with a slight pop, as though she were a virgin being taken for the first time except that it was easier and infinitely better because she could control her vaginal muscles that way every time he fucked her. And he didn't intend for this to be the last time! He was learning, and learning fast, he wasn't going to let this get away for long.
His long thick cock raced up into her steaming cunt to the full depths of her nakedly squirming belly, warm and tight at first, achingly close along the entire length of the rigid member and then easier as the seething wetness of the passage surrounded him, lubricating the way.
Suddenly, he hit smack up against the tender cushiony end of her cervix, his balls slapping hard against the rounded cheeks of her ass. Sandy screamed a low animal-like scream beneath him, twisting momentarily to escape the sudden unexpected pain, but he thrust harder, screwing his pelvis tighter into her loins so there was no escape for her. She was skewered good and he lay for a moment to allow the pain of the sudden entry to subside, proud that he could hurt her this way.
He gained the upper hand, he knew, because he had hurt her and she could not hurt him back in return. It was the age-old plight of woman and would always make her subjugated to man. He reveled for a moment in the power he possessed over this beautiful young blonde impaled so totally beneath him, and flicked his blood-engorged cock-head deep inside her again, bringing another low moan from between her clenched teeth.
Tony ground his pelvis into the squirming flaccid flesh beneath him as his companion for the evening strained back under him, arching her loins up at him, lifting them both a few inches off the squeaking mattress from the strength of her upward thrusts. She moaned ceaselessly beneath his pounding body, opening and closing her shapely legs around his hips as she worked up and down in a chanting rhythm of intercourse as old as the world itself. Her mouth gaped open wide, her head flailing from side to side on the mattress again and again in wild abandon.
"Ooooooh, God, it's good, it's good! Shove your finger in my ass! Make me scream, make me scream!" the impaled young housewife coughed up at him in her daze. He reached under her between her desperately working buttocks as he drove his cock rhythmically into the passion-inflamed wetness of her cunt. He stretched the narrow crevice of her buttocks wide, searching with the tip of his middle finger for her tiny puckered anus.
Suddenly Tony found it. A small rivulet of warm cuntal moisture was running down the widespread crevice from where he could feel his hardened rod of flesh sawing up into her. It moistened the tightly puckered little hole, lubricating it slightly, and he probed experimentally for a moment with the tip of his middle finger. He pushed hard, feeling the constricted opening give a little; and then suddenly the tight elastic nether ring yielded completely and his finger slid in up to the first knuckle joint. Sandy lurched forward, almost scooting on her back across the bed to escape the first unexpected pain.
"Aaaaaaaahhhh, God, it hurts!"
He thrust again, sinking it in to the second knuckle.
"Oooooooh! Yesssss, yessssssss! Hurt me! Hurt me more!" In spite of the pain, he felt her suddenly begin screwing her buttocks backwards onto his finger until the finger was sunk into her narrow unstretched anus to the palm of his hand. He jiggled it inside, rotating it around in the warm fleshy depths of her rectum. He could feel through the thin wall of flesh separating her two passages the underside of his cock sliding wetly in and out of her, and he began skewering her between them, maintaining the same rhythm for both as she groaned on under him. She soon caught up the lewd rhythm of his brutal double-fucking, opening her legs wide out over the bed to give him greater access to the ravishing of her loins.
Tony could feel his cock growing and expanding deep inside her until it felt as though it were going to burst from the exquisite pleasure building in his bloated testicles as they slapped heavily against her buttocks below. It wouldn't be long, he hoped; he knew he could hold it back. She had to cum soon. He began ramming it into her with long hard strokes in time with his finger skewering obscenely into her tightly clenching ass-hole to excite her more.
He could tell she was near completion as she gripped him frantically between her thighs, opening and closing them firmly around him in time to his long hard cock-thrusts up into her. She gurgled beneath him, the sound coming from deep within her throat as though she had no control over it. He knew she was near and he continued his merciless thrusting with all his strength.
"Oooooohh, fuck it, fuck it hard, hard! Haarrrddddddd!!!" she chanted, mumbling all the obscene words that came to her mind and spurring him on with the pounding of her heels high up on his back. She had jackknifed her legs up tight, pressing her knees back hard into the dancing mounds of her breasts and offering him the fully flowered opening of her upraised cunt. Her eyes rolled uncontrollably in her head, her face contorted and straining for the final explosion so near.
"I'm cumming," she coughed suddenly, her mouth gaping wide in ecstatic abandon. "I'm cumming," she repeated again as though convincing herself. Her body tensed and she continued to mumble on incoherently until the sounds coming from her throat were a mass of jumbled unintelligible syllables whose meaning was known only to herself. She pulled back her thighs tighter until the whole of her stretched pink vaginal slit was presented up to him to batter and use as he willed. Her ankles locked up over his shoulders, her cocksplit pussy squirming beneath him in a wild uninhibited dance of abandoned ecstasy. Her mouth hung open wide, unseeing eyes gazed wide at the ceiling.
A low banshee-style scream suddenly formed on the edges of her lips and then pierced through the sounds of the squeaking bedsprings and the two panting bodies slapping brutally together. Sandy's nostrils flared wide and she screwed herself up on his madly thrusting cock and locked herself to him with all the strength of her thighs while her exploding loins jerked spasmodically against his belly.
She held her breath for an interminable moment and then expelled it as though hit in the stomach by a solid fist, her body collapsing limply down into the mattress. She lay still except for the uncontrollable quivering of her pussy still locked tightly around his tortured penis. He pushed deep into her and then lay quiet, allowing her to rest for a moment.
It was all he could do to keep from continuing to screw into her. God, he had never in his life seen anything like it. He had never felt anything like it either. He throbbed the muscles of his prick deep in her belly, hoping to bring her to life again.
"That was nice," she mumbled. "I haven't had a ride like that in a long time."
"You're not finished yet," Tony gasped down at her, the ache throbbing hotly in his balls.
"God," she murmured in approval. "You held back for a long time."
"But not much more," he breathed hard, "I'm almost there."
"Roll over," she smiled sweetly up at him. "I' going to give you a special reward for being so patient." He pulled back, sliding his throbbing hardness wetly out of the soft moist warmth of her pussy. He hated to pull it out, he was so near shooting it off in her belly that he didn't want to stop, but he had to let her have her way. It would be best the first time until he learned more about making love to her. He had never done anything with his wife but get on top of her and after a few quick strokes shoot his load and that was it. She didn't like to play around and he even had the impression sometimes that she merely tolerated his lovemaking and didn't really enjoy it. Well, maybe he'd learn some things that might make her change her tune about things. He'd let his new teacher handle it from now on until he learned a little more about really pleasing a woman.
Sandy turned on her side toward him, and, reaching out with her hand, began stroking him, sliding the loose flesh up and down in a slow magical rhythm that caused his throbbing cock-ache to increase almost beyond endurance. Then she rose to her knees and hovered over him on all fours, her face a scant few inches from the rock-hard head of his blood-filled penis. She held it tightly between both hands, stroking it between the flat of her palms in a teasing up and down motion that caused his loins to undulate in time to her maddening rhythm.
Her head dropped slowly toward the hardness of him and suddenly her tongue flicked forward, the tip boring teasingly into the wetness of the tiny glans on the end. He sucked his breath in from the sudden electrifying contact. Chills rippled along the back of his spine, bringing a low groan from his lips. She brought her mouth down all the way and enclosed the whole of the sensitively pulsing cock-head in a moist warm pressure. Her lips tightened like an elastic band around it just below the swollen, lust-knotted head, trapping it completely inside the warm wet cavern of her mouth.
"Christ," he groaned, lifting his head from the bed and staring down at her passion contorted face. The sight of his hardened shaft of male flesh sunk halfway in between her widely ovaled lips increased the maddening sensations a thousand-fold. His licentiously pounding cock was still wet from the secretions of her orgasm and glistened like the stump of a wet tree along the part she had not yet taken between her soft moist lips. She massaged the tender resilient skin of his testicles gently with one hand and stroked the rigid underside of his cock between the thumb and forefinger of the other as she began to suck rhythmically up and down. He could feel the softness of her tongue twirling maddeningly around it at the apex of withdrawal, the tip flicking magically across the tiny opening of the glans on the end-tip. He flexed his buttocks hard, his head still raised, watching the top of her head bobbing lewdly up and down below him. The sight of her adulterous labors made it all the more exciting for him.
Sandy could feel his throbbing reaction and began to suck his lust-engorged cock a little harder, the tips of her teeth digging gently into the hotly resisting flesh, leaving small white trails where they had scraped the blood from beneath the swollen surface of the skin. She shifted her position over his thigh without disengaging her warm soft mouth from his penis and kneeled on all fours up between his widespread legs. Reaching under his buttocks and cupping them in her palm, she pulled his loins up tighter to her face. Her tongue swiped furiously around and around the burgeoning cock-head until Tony felt it nearing the bursting point as she took almost all of the rigidly aroused shaft deep into her tender throat. He was certain she would choke, but she continued the maddening sucking on and on.
Great swirls of heat were building deep, deep in his belly as he watched her face working above his sweating loins. He could see tiny rivulets of sweat rolling in thin droplets from the side of her body as she bucked over him like a demon gone mad. The muscles of his stomach tightened until he thought they would snap from the pressure as he arched his back up off the bed, pushing even farther up between the sensual moistness of her lips. Thin pink ridges of flesh pulled out from her mouth, clinging greedily to his thrusting cock as he withdrew, and were shoved brutally back inside on the instroke.
He groaned over and over again, his lips working crazily and incoherent mutterings splitting from between his clenched teeth. Suddenly he gasped. The moment was here and a low, guttural sound started from somewhere deep in his chest as he felt the hot sticky sperm begin its mad dash from the lust-tightened sanctity of his balls and begin spewing in hot thin streams into her insanely sucking mouth. Her cheeks expanded and hollowed fish-like as she greedily swallowed the warm flooding gushes to keep from choking. She went on sucking wildly as he emptied his white-hot sperm into the sucking wetness of her mouth. His hands tangled cruelly in her hair, holding her head to the intense throbbing of his loins as he pushed his lewdly squirting instrument all the way down to her tonsils. She coughed sporadically as she swallowed to regain her breath. He moaned his last and grunted finally in complete fulfillment. Slowly, his cock deflated in her mouth, but she continued the gentle sucking, drawing every last tiny drop of the warm sticky sperm from his battered cock. And then ... there was none left.
She had sucked him dry and with a groan he collapsed, arms widespread, back across the bed. She nibbled gently at him for awhile, her head resting softly on his thigh and then crawled up over his body to cradle his head against her still-heaving breasts. She bent down and kissed him full on the lips.
"Like it?" Sandy said softly after a moment.
"Mmmmmm," was all he had the strength to manage, looking into her eyes with an appreciative gleam.
"There's a lot more."
"Huh? What're you talking about?" Tony looked puzzled. "Simple. Just get in touch with ol' Stu Watson next time you're around and I'll show you." The satisfied young businessman smiled down at her and held her nakedness close to him. He'd be in touch all right, and he'd try his damnedest to make this one of his most frequent travel stops. Christ yes, it was worth the money for sure, worth that and a million dollars more! The hell with his wife!
CHAPTER NINE
"Sandy, I won't do it! I just won't!" Carla, her hair in rollers, was shouting into the telephone. It was mid-morning and she had just gotten up, awakened by the ringing of her girl friend's call. "You probably know already what happened last night, don't you?"
"Yeah. I heard from Stu. But what's so awful about it? You don't owe the money any more, isn't that worth something?"
"Sure! But I don't have to go through it all again, not for you, and certainly not for Stu Watson!"
There was an ominous pause on the other end. "Uh, Carla, I didn't want to have to tell you this."
"Tell me what? What is it, Sandy? Have you been holding back something on me? Tell me!"
"You have to agree to this date tonight.
It's a special one and we both get a lot of money for it. Think of it, Carla, money for clothes and jewelry, lots of it for once. Not just living from one of Clark's paychecks to the next."
"I'm not interested, Sandy, and that's all I have to say about it!" Sandy paused again, she'd lost a battle but not the warshe was holding the special weapon Stu had coached her on. Yes sir, that man was a genius, he never seemed to miss. "Carla, you have to do it. There isn't any choice."
"What do you mean? Of course there's a choice. I'm no slave to Stu Watson or to anybody else!" she shouted.
"He's got you, Carla. He made tapes of last night, tapes of everything," she lied. God, she'd better buy this line or I've lost her!
"Tapes? You mean ... "
"Right, the whole works. I've heard 'em and, believe me, they wouldn't play them on the radio, if you know what I mean."
"But ... but how could he? I thought ... "
"Never mind what you thought. It's a different ballgame now. That is, unless you want Clark to find out. Watson's perfectly capable of going right to your husband with those tapes."
"Sandy, w-what can I do," she said weakly, the wind suddenly knocked from her sails.
"Never mind the details, you just be ready to go out at eight o'clock. I'll see you then."
"But ... "
"No buts. Just wear something sexy and be ready when I come for you. Just leave it all to me!" Brother! If last night was a mistake, tonight had to be an absolute catastrophe! Carla sat shaking her head, still wondering how she could have been so stupid, so naive, to get sucked into something like this.
Sandy had picked her up, just as she had promised, but this time she had thrown in something special. A couple of pipefuls of hashish that the blonde girl had brought along for them to smoke on the way over to the Shangri-La Inn. Carla had tried it before and she wasn't particularly strong on it either way. It was all right, she supposed, but liquor was as much fun, she thought, and had the benefit of being legal.
But that was an hour ago and now the two of them sat with a couple of strangers in one of Stu Watson's beachside bungalows, listening quietly to the stereo as Sandy passed around another pipeful of the incredibly potent Middle-Eastern hashish. And even here there had been another surprise, this one as devastating as the first ... their dates were Negroes!
Suddenly Sandy got to her feet and began to move slowly around the bungalow's only room, moving in time with the music as Carla watched numbly, her thoughts beginning to soften as the hashish did its task enviably.
Swaying smoothly from side to side, Sandy reached for the zipper that ran down the front of her jumper. She pulled slowly on the zipper, one arm swaying drunkenly above her head, beginning ever-so-slowly to remove her clothes before these totally strange men. Carla, like the two men, was entranced, mesmerized by what Sandy was doing. The anticipation charged the atmosphere like a million volts of electric current. Sandy's hips moved slowly at first, then began to bump and grind with a growing lustful intensity as the two men and Carla looked on dazedly. She tossed her long blonde hair from side to side, letting it drape freely and loosely over her shoulders as she moved with the beat of the music.
Then she eased the zipper down to her navel, exposing enough of her ample cleavage to start the two black men breathing fast and heavy. Her breasts seemed to be straining to escape the concealment of her jumper, peeking from beneath the fabric in two soft, voluptuously inviting mounds. One last tug and they were free, swaying heavily as she gently rocked from side to side. The two men's eyes were wide with excited disbelief as they watched this incredibly lascivious display, this beautiful young white girl stripping to her ripe, full nakedness right before their eyes! But best of all, she belonged to them! She was theirs for the night! Hilbert could feel his cock already aching painfully inside his pants, straining, yearning to be set free and allowed to enter this lovely creature. He tried to imagine what her pussy would be likewet, soft and pink, exposed and vulnerable. Just waiting for his long hard cock to fill her like she'd never been filled before.
With one hand, Sandy lifted her breasts, just enough to savor their rounded fullness. They stood taut and high, quivering at the touch of her own fingers flowing caressingly over the warm smooth flesh. They seemed to be dancing a swirling dance of their own, shivering with the African rhythm of the music, inviting the two black men forward, urging them to take her hard, throbbing nipples in their mouths. Begging them to answer the gnawing, churning need in her belly.
Balancing on one foot, she tugged the jumper down to her ankles and kicked it away from her, leaving nothing but her tiny blue bikini-style panties between the eyes of the men and her own delicious nakedness. The brief little panties were not nearly large enough to cover her ripe full buttocks completely; as she spun slowly around before her "audience", they could all see where the long flowing curve of her smooth unblemished back soared inward, then swept out again and joined the arching curves of her buttocks. Half of each ivory-white ass-cheek was revealed beneath the taut sheerness of her panties. Above in the deep arch of her gorgeous back, the twin dimples of her buttocks stared back at them like tiny eyes.
Except for the sound of the music there was not a sound to be heard in the stuffy room as she ground her hips back and forth to the hypnotized threesome, daring them to yank the thin flimsy panties down over the flaring swell of her hips, over the sparse golden triangle of pubic hair at the junction of her thighs, and down along the long smooth length of her supple and shapely thighs. Then coyly, she rolled them all the way back up to her hips again.
Her eyes closed, her mind whirling as she floated through space, she ran her hands down the full length of her ripely curved body, brushing her palms over the tender sensitive flesh of her inner thighs. Her fingers hooked again in the tight waistband of her panties and she began to slowly, teasingly, roll them back down over the full ripe swell of her buttocks, her back turned provocatively to the two men.
They both gasped aloud as they caught their first real glimpse of the gorgeous young woman's fully naked buttocks, the brightly flashing multi-colored glow from outside reflecting like a mirror on the smooth, gleaming white flesh of the rounded half-mounds. Slowly, she rolled the panties down over the firmly jutting ass-cheeks, stretching them as they tightened in the narrow crevice beneath the smooth curve of her bottom-cheeks where the soft mounds joined her milk-white thighs. And there she left them as she leaned forward, pushing out her nakedly exposed buttocks at the two men while her girl friend Carla watched breathlessly, rotating them lustfully in an unmistakably lewd sexual invitation. She reached back with her bare arms and spread the twin mounds apart, adding yet another thrill to the wicked scene as the tightly puckered ring of her anus popped into view. The taut nether ring opened and closed slightly as she tensed the strong muscles in her buttocks, and the heavy breathing of the two black men could be heard even over the rhythmic pounding of the African music. Nothing was in their minds except the pertly beckoning little hole of her anus, puckered slightly open, just waiting for the long stiff lengths of their achingly hard cocks to bore deep into her wickedly inviting back passage.
The young blonde housewife's luscious buttocks rotated on their own axis as she alternately relaxed and tightened the muscles of her firmly rounded ass-cheeks. She then turned back around, facing the two men, seemingly mindless of Carla sitting dumbfounded to her right, stoned now from the grass and watching Sandy with glazed eyes. With both hands, Sandy lifted the white, pink-capped tips of her full breasts, offering them temptingly to the men as she held the soft tender mounds up and pointed the crinkly-hard nipples at them like the barrels of two guns.
She tantalizingly eased her opened palms over the trim little curve of her waist, over the smooth expanse of golden female flesh, gleaming like a voluptuous statue in the light of the flickering neon sign outside. With her thumbs, she again caught the elastic waistband of her panties. now covering only the soft triangle of pubic hair at the tender "vee" of her pelvis and the moist pink pussy-lips beneath. Her thighs parted as she lowered the gauze-like fabric like a flag of unconditional surrender, exposing the delicate juncture of her milk white thighs. She continued teasingly to peel the tight-fitting panties down over her thighs and along her naked legs, then she stepped out of them and tossed them casually onto the heap her jumper had made.
The air in the room was suddenly charged as if by lightning; she was now completely naked before the two men and her girl friend; there was nothing left to the imagination. Carla tried to look away, to hide her face from this wanton spectacle, but the hashish was asserting its powerful grip on her she couldn't look away! She was drawn like a moth to a flickering flame, to the wickedly exciting vision of her best friend stripped naked like this before these strangers. She knew it was wrong, so wrong ... but she couldn't help herself!
Sandy opened her legs wide, giving the men an unobstructed view of her unguarded cuntal passage, her puckered pussy-lips moist with the dewdrops of her own love secretions. She leaned backwards, touching her long luxuriant hair all the way down to her buttocks as she tossed her head wildly from side to side. The tempo of the music had suddenly picked up and with it, Sandy's savage dance grew more and more frenetic. The flickering colors from outside cast a thousand multi-colored images along the backs of her long naked legs as she writhed as if possessed by demons.
With a teasing, tormenting grin, she brought her hands from behind and slipped them down over her body, over the double fullness of her hips and down to the warm crevice between her thighs. Her fingers spread the wet pliant lips of her pussy as she leaned back, opening the hot moist fleshy passage to the hungry stares of the two men.
Hilbert had stood it as long as he could. Not that her maddening dance had excited the other man any less, just that Joe was far more stoned from the hash than he was. Joe just sat there mesmerized by the young white girl's writhing passion, unable to move. But not Hilbert ... He leaped to his feet, unbuttoned his trousers as he stood up and lowered his zipper. In less than a second, his pants had dropped to the floor and he stepped clear of them. Oh baby, I'm gonna put this peter of mine so deep in you it'll be pokin' around in your sweet little titties.
"Honey, I'm not waiting a second longer for some of you ... come here!" As he spoke he pulled his undershorts down and yanked them off. His enormous cock sprang up like a frightened stallion, black and gleaming along its full thick length. Sandy looked only at his huge frightening penis, jutting out from the kinky black hair of his loins like a flagpole. She was suddenly afraid, frightened for the only time since she'd arrived.
He'll kill me with that thing! It'll split me right down the middle! He circled her like a lion stalking its prey, sizing up her youthful nakedness, exploring with his eyes every inch, every crevice of her delicious ripe young body. She trembled as she anticipated what was next, fearful literally for her life as she gazed steadily at the awesome sign of his maleness rising lewdly from his pelvis. His ebony muscles rippled as he walked; he was obviously an athlete, or at least he'd been one. There didn't seem to be an ounce of flab on his entire massive frame, his legs and arms were thick and full, with hard curves tracing the lines of his well-developed muscles. He could feel his balls aching with desire as he looked over the naked young white girl; he'd never had one and he suspected she'd never sampled a black man either.
I'm gonna fuck you, you sweet white bitch, like you've never been fucked before! I'm gonna make you wish you'd been born black so's you could have a black man every night! Biting his lower lip, he imagined her naked white anus impaled on his long ebony cock; he could see her there, struggling to get free, screaming from the searing pain as he pumped his lust-bloated cock into her again and again, every long sharp thrust burying his black stallion deeper and deeper into her quivering white belly.
He knew the other girl's cunt would be creaming with envious desire as she watched his huge shaft disappear wetly up into her naked friend's hungrily clasping pussy-lips.
"Down on your knees, bitch! I want to see you squirm a little first!" She obeyed without daring to question his order, dropping instantly down on all fours at the huge naked black man's feet, her bare thighs and shivering buttocks turned away from him.
"Not like that ... turn around! Point that hot little ass right back at me!" he growled, and Sandy again complied unhesitatingly with his instructions.
Hilbert lowered his enormous frame to the floor, resting on his knees behind the now frightened white girl. He grasped each side of her vulnerably naked buttocks with one strong black hand and spread the two softly round cheeks apart, uncovering her tightly puckered anus and the soft moist flanges guarding the entrance to her pussy. Hilbert grinned a grin that stretched clear across his ebony face, and he licked his lips in breathless anticipation. White girl, baby, you're gonna remember this night the rest of your life!
Sandy was suddenly extremely conscious of the others in the room; though she couldn't see them facing this way, she could feel their eyes burning into her naked flesh. She knew the other black man was only a few feet away, watching with wide eyes as this Negro prepared to do whatever he wished with her helpless young body! Carla was there, too her best friend seeing her in this humiliating position, about to descend to the deepest depths of degradation. But she wasn't sure she cared maybe she only felt this way because she knew it was the way she was supposed to feel. Her real feelings, those that were brought to the surface now that the hashish had unleashed her secret desires, those were the only ones that really counted. And right now, she wasn't sure she could stop this black man if she had the power. She knew what he was going to do; she knew Carla would be there watching through the whole act, but it didn't really bother her. Not like she would have guessed....
"Stop wiggling so much, sweetheart! How am I gonna find that sweet little hole of yours if you keep hopping around?" He located the moist lips of her vagina hidden under the sparse light fluff of her pussy-hair and gently spread the soft pink ridges with his thumbs, exposing the moist rose-colored slit to his hungry greedy stare. He paused for a moment, savoring the agony of this long pause, then, lowering his grinning head, buried his face in the moist flesh of her pussy, his tongue snaking wetly up into the soft channel of her cunt with a quick slurping movement.
She tried to jerk away, snapping reflexively from his touch on this moist sensitive region, but he had her securely in his grip, his muscular black forearms locked around her thighs. Her hips ground savagely as she squirmed to escape the ravishing touch of his hungry lips and tongue. His probing tongue wormed deep into her throbbing pussy, causing her to shiver involuntarily again and again from this wicked forbidden contact. It was like nothing she'd ever felt before; Hilbert was right, she'd never had a black man. Just the sheer savage wantonness of it all was enough to drive her up the wall, but with, the extra boost of the hash, she was nearly out of her mind with shuddering uncontrollable desire!
One arm released its grip as Hilbert grew confident she wouldn't try to escape his pleasure-giving touch, and he slid his black hand along her smooth white belly, reaching far under her lewdly kneeling body until he reached a dangling breast hanging beneath her, its fleshy weight stretching that taut skin as it nearly touched the floor underneath her. He found the tiny rigid bud of her nipple and squeezed tightly between his fingers, causing her to cry out in surprise and pain and to jerk back hard against his face, forcing his tongue even deeper in her moist pink cunt.
Carla suddenly managed to speak, "Won't you stop this, please! Oh, please! Oh, please, stop!" But Joe looked up fiercely as if he was about to silence her for good and she thought better of voicing any more objections.
Sandy's body tremored convulsively as Hilbert nibbled hungrily on her sensitive clitoris, each contact sending fresh searing waves of savage excitement rippling through her body. "Oh, yes ... ooooohhh," she moaned as his teeth nipped the tender bud of her clitoris, teasing it ravenously as he rolled it between his lips. Her own mouth opened and a long, low soulful moan escaped from deep in her throat, a sort of husky whimper that seemed more a purr of contentment than a cry of agony.
She closed her eyes; it was impossible anyway to see this enormous black who was licking and sucking hungrily on her quivering pussy from behind. It was incredibleshe couldn't remember a stronger sensation. It was like she was being ravished by some virile African native, some muscle-bound thing, more animal that anything else. Never in her entire life had she experienced anything so totally wicked, so totally forbidden and exciting at the same time.
The voluptuous young blonde sank away, her muscles falling limp, as he eased his hungry ravishment of her clitoris, but his tongue quickly snaked into her anal orifice, torturing her inhumanly as his tongue probed the tightly puckered nether ring of her rectum. She involuntarily contracted her buttocks, shielding her vulnerable anus from the wet burning touch of his darting lizard-like tongue.
Shivering, millions of goose bumps popping up on her tingling lust-heightened flesh, rippling like waves across her nakedly trembling belly and full dangling breasts. She could feel her nipples grow painfully hard, throbbing and pulsing as his lips explored the firm full mounds of her buttocks, kissing her along the smooth flowing curve of each ass-cheek, then along the sensitive flesh of her smooth white thighs. She was rapidly losing control of her body. Carla and the other Negro could see the end was nearing for the naked young blonde. She was ramming her buttocks back hard against the black man's face, grinding her ass against his probing, lasting tongue, her body jerking spasmodically as tingling floods blasted through her raw, ragged nerves.
Hilbert's grin was wider than ever; he could feel her total, animal surrender nearing. He knew it was only a matter of seconds before she'd be totally his a whimpering, pleading love-slave helpless at his feet, a young white captive begging for his black virility to quell the flames of savage lust that raged out of control in her naked body. He shoved her over on her back on the floor, roughly ramming his middle finger far up into her wet cuntal sheath. She was his ...!
Sandy was a quivering, moaning mass of lust-ravaged nerve endings, gasping for breath as she reached for the incredibly long shaft of his glistening black cock, now fully hard and erect, standing like the boom of a sailing ship as it shot up from his brushy loins, a miniscule seeping of seminal fluid poised on the blood-engorged tip. She was half way up, her head and shoulders off the carpeted floor, but he pushed her back.
Hilbert kneeled up over her, pinning her between his knees, relishing the thrill of watching this helpless, sex-crazed young white girl, writhing so voluptuously between his legs. He inched forward until her breasts were flattened under his naked black buttocks; he could feel the quivering hard tips of her nipples rubbing against his buttocks as she wriggled nervously.
"Baby, I'm gonna give you some real sweet meat. Yes sir, some real meat. Some like you never tasted before!" he hissed at her. "You'd better wet those pretty red lips of yours, 'cause Daddy's coming in!"
Sandy knew better than to resist now; she could read that lustful look in the Negro's eyesthe look that told her this was going to be a long, long night. With one hand he lifted her head, gripping the thick blonde hair and pulling her up toward his long lust-hardened penis. With the other, he forced the lengthy black shaft of his cock downward so that it brushed the girl's sensually ovaled lips. He circled her mouth with the swollen cock-head, brushing a thin smear of his sticky seminal moisture as he prepared to humiliate her with his awesome shaft.
"Open your mouth ... wide!" Sandy reluctantly obeyed and the huge black slipped the huge bulbous knob of his cock up along her tongue and deep into her mouth, filling it completely as it snaked slowly down her throat. She clamped her lips tightly around the hard black rod of flesh, licking wildly and wetly at the swollen, throbbing tip. She knew that was the only way; she had to do her best to please him. She shuddered as she imagined what those enormous hands of his could do to her if she displeased him even for a moment.
She couldn't see Carla and Hilbert's friend Joe, but she could tell they were watching as she hungrily licked and swirled her tongue along the full coal-black length of his love-shaft. It glistened and sparkled in the flickering neon light as it slithered from her wetly stretched lips; every thrust forward of his kinky-haired pelvis shoved the huge throbbing cock farther down her bruised young throat. With her tongue she explored every single inch of the enormous shaft, holding her fingers securely around the thick, hairy base and licking teasingly at the tiny slit in the hotly throbbing tip, feeling the shivers of wild savage desire that rippled through his belly as her tongue licked the distended knob clean of its sticky emissions. She could taste the pungent sweetness of his warm male pre-cum mingling with the flood of saliva in her mouth as she swirled her tongue around and around the thick, blood-filled head of his cock.
Hilbert couldn't take his eyes off the totally naked body of the young blonde girl squirming so helplessly beneath him; he could feel her breasts heaving, her nipples poking into the flesh of his buttocks, her lush pink lips stretched grotesquely as they strained to fit around the thick bulk of his swollen black penis buried to the hilt in her throat. Her hair fanned out behind her in a stunning halo of gold; she looked like a white love goddess ... and she was his! All his! For the entire night!
He was rocking his hips back and forth in a slow rhythm, unconsciously keeping time with the music still blaring from the stereo, pulling back until nothing but the desire-hardened tip remained in between her tightly ovaled lips, then easing it forward again, worming the great, black shaft back down into the soft warm passage of her throat, making her gag each time he pushed his hair-covered pelvis tight against her face. He was now nearly directly over her, ramming his huge black cock nearly straight down, face-fucking into her hungrily sucking lips. She was nibbling like a fish after bait, her lips puckered tightly around the thickly pulsing shaft of his cock, oblivious of Carla and Joe only a few feet sway. Both of them were on the edge of their seats, fascinated by the thrill of this wickedly perverse display taking place right before them. Hilbert's huge leathery testicles rested on her chin, and the wispy hairs brushed lightly against her cheek as he pumped his aching member in and out of her tender, bruised throat.
Sandy had never had a black cock, especially not in her mouth, and she was excited by the wickedness, the sheer lasciviousness of what this huge black stranger was doing to her. She was totally his love-prisoner, totally subjugated and helpless at his feet, his to fondle, to explore, to ravish as he desired. She was gagging now on every inward thrust of the huge fleshy shaft, her cheeks painfully hollowed to accommodate its enormous thickness in her small mouth.
It was nearly impossible to swallow, for the thick rubbery head of his penis filled her tender throat to capacity. She waited until there was a chance, when his cock was nearly out of her mouth on his long, smooth back-thrust, and then gulped down a mouthful of saliva that was almost choking her. It felt better now; her throat muscles relaxed and the thick shaft bored even deeper down her soft fragile passage.
The hulking black man's hands were on his hips, unnecessary now as she offered no resistance, and he was grinning broadly as he watched the naked young girl beneath his heavily sperm-laden testicles gulping and swallowing to take in every hardened inch of his long hard cock. He suddenly stepped up the pace, ramming the full length far down her throat as his pelvis pushed hard against her face. His kinky pubic hairs tickled her nose as he leaned forward to get the best angle for entering the young girl's gagging throat. As he pumped up and down, his balls rose and fell from their resting place on her chin, slapping lewdly against her and dangling down along her smooth neck as he savagely lifted himself up, then sank to the hilt in her soft, clasping throat. She choked and gasped for what little breath she could manage, gulped in through her nose as he pumped down faster and faster.
Meanwhile, Hilbert's friend Joe had moved ... Sandy caught a glimpse of him out of one eye, standing off to one side, his eyes gleaming-white in the soft light, savoring every magical second of this incredibly obscene tableau, fighting the rising urgency in his loins as he watched his friend viciously ravish the helpless young white girl's throat and mouth.
Hilbert suddenly jerked back as if in intense pain, his head thrown back, his mouth open as if about to scream, sinking his thickly-swollen cock as far as it would go down the ravaged throat of the blonde, his lust-tightened balls dangling over her chin, his loins pressed tightly against her face. She couldn't breathe ... the huge shaft covered her nostrils ... and then it happened. The enormous cock imbedded in her throat suddenly began to spurt its sticky load deep down into her belly, spurt after spurt of the sticky hot cum that cascaded down her sorely bruised throat in wet, oozing waves, draining salaciously down into her waiting belly. Her cheeks hollowed to contain the flooding sperm, and a trickle escaped her lips and streamed down her cheek to the floor below. She sucked and swallowed again and again as each pistoning jerk of his loins filled her mouth and throat anew with a fresh flood of the viscous fluid.
"Oh Christ, yes, suck it baby ... every last drop!" Hilbert gasped, his eyes clenched tightly shut, his head back as he rammed his thick spear straight down into the voraciously sucking throat of the voluptuously naked blonde.
The pungent liquid filled her mouth one last time, and she quickly gulped it down to join the rest filling her quivering belly. He jerked a final time, smashing his loins against her face, smearing the oozing flow over her nose and cheeks. The huge shaft began to soften, turning rubbery between her ovaled lips. The huge black man pulled it free with a lewd sucking sound, and it trailed a lewd stream of his white male sperm out across her breasts as he rocked back on his heels. Sandy could breathe freely again for the first time since he'd mounted her, and her bulging breasts rose and fell and she gasped to fill her emptied lungs.
She opened her eyes, almost afraid of what she'd find. Carla sat immobile she hadn't budged an inch since it all began. Her eyes were still gaping as she struggled to take in all this incredible wantonness; her mind was reeling from the hashish and it all seemed unreal, like a painting on glass. It was there, but she could see through it all, as if Sandy and the black man, Hilbert, were just figures drawn on something transparent and the drawing was being moved around before her eyes. Joe was standing only a couple of feet away looking hungrily and eagerly at the young white brunette he'd picked for himself.
"Okay, sweetheart ... it looks like now it's you and me!"
CHAPTER TEN
Like a razor-sharp saber, the black man's ugly words cut through the drugged stupor surrounding Carla, and she leapt to her feet, backing away from the man . cautiously, intent only on making it to the closed door a dozen feet away.
"Oh, no you don't, bitch ... You ain't running out on us now. We've got a lot of fun coming yet! I didn't pay Stu Watson that hard-earned money to just sit back and watch!" His hand lashed out at her shoulder; she snapped away and his fingers snared the thin fabric of her blouse, ripping it down the middle as if it were newsprint. The garment fell away in two tattered halves, exposing the firm white softness of her breasts, resting in the sheer cups of her white lace brassierre.
"No, please ... you can't do this! I ... I...." Both his powerful arms suddenly snaked around her, and with one quick, deft move, he unhooked the three tiny hooks of her brassiere and yanked it away, throwing it halfway across the room in his frantic excitement. His eyes widened as he stared at the frightened young brunette's large, ripe breasts, two bulging pink-tipped mounds just waiting for his lips.
"Come here!" he growled and this time Carla knew there was no choice but to obey. Hilbert was watching her eagerly now, and he moved between her and the door, still stark naked, his arms folded across his huge muscular chest. Carla took one half-step backward, but it was enough to place her in the frenzied, sex-hungry Joe's powerful clutches. His fleshy lips locked on hers, his tongue darted in between her teeth, hotly exploring the moist dark recesses of her mouth. She tried to pull away, to break away from his grip, but Joe held her tightly with his hands clamped like vises on her forearms, pinching the muscles so painfully she thought she could feel the circulation slowing in her hands and wrists. His lips left her mouth then and traced a wet line along the curve of her upturned chin, nibbling passionately at the soft smooth flesh of her neck, then down along the heaving expanse of her chest. Her blood ran cold as his hungrily sucking and nibbling lips neared the pounding swell of her breasts. His tongue swirled around the hardening points of her nipples and his teeth nipped painfully at the swelling tips of her breasts.
The helplessly trapped young brunette knew that Sandy was watching, knew her best friend was somewhere there in the room, watching as she was dragged into the lowest, most shameful depths of humiliation and depravity. She was nothing more than a common street-walking whore now, just a plaything for these vicious men, theirs to fondle, to caress lustfully. Theirs to empty their seething load of sperm into, just a lust-receptacle for these men, nothing more!
Carla was only slightly aware of being maneuvered toward the empty bed in the corner of the room. Now that she was standing, the effects of the hashish she'd smoked seemed doubled the room seemed to be spinning wildly around her, whirling in a dizzying kaleidoscope heightened by the flickering neon lights from the window. Her thighs backed against the edge of the mattress, and with a rough push from Joe, the dazed young wife fell flat on her back across the bed, her mini-skirt bunching up around her waist. Her eyes had been closed, but she opened them wide with fear now as she lost her balance and tumbled across the mattress. Joe seemed to tower over her like a menacing black giant, his chest a solid ebony wall of muscle now that he had removed his shirt.
"Please don't ... please," Carla whimpered futilely. She herself knew her pleas would be unheeded; she could tell that nothing would stop this muscular black now. He leaned forward and nibbled the soft, tender flesh of her inner thighs, pinching the skin painfully in sharp, nipping bites, all along the smooth nakedness of her milk-white upper leg. He started just above her dimpled knee and worked his way up, stopping just short of the soft flimsy crotchband of her white nylon panties at the intersection of her softly quivering thighs. Carla tried to fight' it she wouldn't give this vicious black animal the satisfaction of seeing her respond to his lustful advances.
But she'd downed too much of the potent hemp to remain totally in control of her body; she began a low, quiet moan as he nibbled steadily in one spot, just inches from the almost unguarded furrow of her vagina. His hands slid easily over her smooth flat belly and fastened on the voluptuously jutting mounds of her breasts, squeezing the ripe little peaks with his open palms, pinching the tender flesh in ridges between his black fingers, which contrasted sharply with the ivory whiteness of her soft, tender skin.
Her mind was reeling! She'd prepared .herself for the worst ... for agonizing pain, for abject humiliation and sordid degradation ... but not this! His warm, sensuous seduction was something she had not anticipated! If only he weren't so gentle, so skilled in his passionate probings of her nearly naked body....
Without trying to, Carta's legs slowly parted, opening up the moist pink slit of her pussy, easily visible beneath the gauze-like material of her panties, to the black man's view. It looked like a long-sought treasure to him, a sparkling gleaming pearl concealed beneath the soft fluffy curls of her dark brown pussy-hair. He nibbled closer to the forbidden orifice, his nose brushing the fragrant tendrils teasing out from under the tight elastic leg bands of her panties as he neared his goal: the moistly throbbing crevice up between her snow-white thighs.
She jerked harshly as she felt another pair of hands touch her face and shoulders. Her eyes popped open ... it was Sandy! "Here, Carla, take another deep drag ... It'll make you think you're floating in space." She held a brightly glowing bowlful of the potent hashish in the pipe between her fingers and before Carla could answer, touched the narrow stem to her lips. Carla filled her lungs quickly with a slow powerful puff, then held it until her chest seemed about to explode. Sandy then disappeared again in the haze around the bed, but it didn't matter. Carla could feel the potent psychedelic rush straight to her brain; the flashing colors from outside suddenly intensified, burning brightly now like tinted floodlights shining into the smoky room.
Her hands had been by her side, but now they were moving of their own accord up to the flat plane of her belly, just above the gentle mound of her pelvis with its thin dark pubic triangle. She was pulling the crotchband of her panties aside and rubbing herself tenderly, caressingly, her body responding now fully to the black man's carnal probings up between her long slender legs. With both his hands, Joe brushed apart the soft curls of pubic hair guarding her exposed vagina, gently spreading the soft moist flanges of pink flesh. He leaned forward at the same moment, without warning and clamped his hungry lips on the pearl-like bud of her nakedly glistening clitoris. Her whole body suddenly arched up off the bed, shattered with a searing blast of animal desire that shot out of her loins as his lips made their first contact with her naked young pussy, his fingers at the same time ripping aside the soft flimsy crotchband of her panties.
"Oooohhh ... please ... ppplllleeeeeaaasseee...." But her cry was more of anguished helplessness than of pain or terror and she felt her panties as only a thin elastic band around her waist, her hips began a response of their own, grinding upward against his face as he chewed ravenously on her cunt-lips. She was trapped in a swirling, soaring surge of drug-heightened rapture and wanton delight.
Joe's tongue snaked lewdly up into the moist pink tunnel between her widespread legs, worming between the soft wet walls, then licking along the tender furrow of her pussy until his tongue again brushed electrically over the throbbing little bud of her clitoris. His hand was far up between the cleft of her buttocks, his fingers caressing the tightly puckered little ring of her anus, then climbing up to the damp slit of her vagina. Two of his big black fingers slid easily up into the warm shelter of her moist pink pussy-slit, pushing back the tight fleshy walls that clamped around them.
"Christ, she's got the tightest little pussy I've ever seen! Man, it's gonna' be something else pumping my meat in this hot little bitch...." He pulled his fingers momentarily from her constrictive cuntal passage and spread even wider the fluted pink lips of her pussy, burying his face tightly in the vulnerable furrow of her loins, his lips clenched firmly around the pulsing little nipple of her clitoris. His tongue licked hungrily at her traitorously acquiescing pussy-slit, lapping at her sweet young vaginal secretions and eagerly gulping them down, relishing the pungent feminine taste of her naked pussy against his lips.
She opened her mouth as if to cry out, but only a mournful hoarse moan escaped her lips, a soulful whine from deep in her throat. She was writhing phrenetically now quivering at his every agonizing touch, slamming the whole of her lust-heated crotch against the black man's face, grinding her pink fleshy pussy-lips hard against his full ebony lips.
Oh my God, what's happening to me? Have I turned into some kind of animal? Why can't I make this all go away? Oh God, why can't I stop myself ... why can't I stop myself! Her unbearably empty vagina was now aching with wild, insatiable passion ... aching for the one thing that would answer the torturing, lustful desires that were raging hotly in her naked belly ... aching for the hard soothing thrust of this black man's cock ... aching for his long throbbing rod of flesh to be buried deep in her burning cuntal passage. She had to have it, she had to have its rock-hard firmness rammed deep inside her there was no other way to quell this frenzied riot of savage passion raging out of control in her quivering belly.
Joe's two strong hands suddenly gripped her ankles as he pulled away from her, and with one twisting snap, he rolled her over on her belly. "Get up on your knees!" he commanded and Carla obeyed. She would have done anything now to curb this frenzied spasm of wanton desire rippling incessantly from her inflamed loins. The mattress was soft and it gave with her weight, but she gripped the headboard securely, bracing herself as she rose to her hands and knees, her naked white buttocks waving like a red flag before the rabid black man on his knees behind her.
On the other side of the room, Sandy had dropped into the chair by the door, her naked legs draped over the arm and Hilbert was preparing to fuck into her hungrily waiting cuntal orifice, holding his impatiently jerking cock with both hands as he guided it in toward the waiting white girl's glistening pussyhole. Neither of them could take their eyes off the obscene performance on the bed for an instant, but they had withstood the torturing flames of naked lust as long as they could stand it ... there was no holding back. The voluptuous young blonde cried out as the long, gleaming wet shaft eased up between the pink flanges of her pussy, stretching the tender lips as the blood-filled head quickly sank out of sight in her hungrily clasping vagina.
Fighting the intense pain, she gripped the arm of the chair and shoved her ravenous pussy back against the huge Negro's hard lunge; she gasped aloud as the thick black battering-ram sank far up into her wetly streaming cunt, pushing aside the soft moist cuntal walls like rippling waves as he burrowed deep into her open vaginal sheath. He paused, then sank the enormous fleshy rod to the hilt in her nakedly squirming belly, ramming into her so hard that tears filled her eyes from the painful agony. He'd waited too long already for this there was no time for slow, rhythmic thrusts. With all the strength of his powerful hips, he beganpistoning into the blonde like a stallion at stud, shoving every long, gleaming inch of his incredible weapon into Sandy's raging belly. By now, Joe had crawled up behind Carta and, with his hands, grabbed the soft resilient flesh of the nakedly quivering brunette's buttocks, turning her wetly glistening cunt back up at an even more acute angle. She felt one hand slip away from her buttocks for an instant, followed by a hurried zipping sound as the black man's cock pulled out into the air. It was now poised just an inch from her cowering pussy-lips and with one hand, he spread apart the soft pliable folds of her cunt and eased his aching cock up into the moist little opening.
Sandy, only partially recovered, had swung her long legs back around from their obscene fucking position, and was sitting enraptured on the edge of her chair. Hilbert was standing behind her, unconsciously resting his mammoth cock on the blonde girl's bare white shoulder. An insistent oozing of semen dripped down onto her naked flesh, trickling in a lurid stream down to the swell of her voluptuously upthrust breast.
Joe eased forward, his thickly distended cock slithering easily up into the naked brunette's tight young pussy, parting the soft dark pubic hairs with the shaft of his lust-engorged member. He could feel the warm, resilient folds of her pussy close tightly over the huge bulbous head of his cock as he held it there immobile, in her involuntarily clasping vagina, rocking it in and out, teasing her and intensifying the uncontrollably lustful desire in her writhing body.
My God what a tight pussy! He couldn't believe how good it felt as the strong wet walls gripped his aching prick like a clenched fist, pulling him deeper and deeper into her now hungrily sucking pussy-lips.
He kept his long powerful cock there for several minutes, nestled only an inch or two within the thrilling tightness of her vaginal passage, rocking it in and out, driving the naked white girl insane with his rhythmically insistent, but short, strokes. The warm, wet walls of her pussy had come alive! They were throbbing, pulsing, grabbing at this lewdly invading male-flesh desperately trying to pull its entire satisfying length into her ravenously hungry passage. The moist soft lips were reaching out as if to grab his penis and suck it madly up into her drug-tortured young cunt.
"Oh God, I can't stand it! I can't stand it! Fuck me, oh, please fuck me! Fuck me with your big black cock! Fuck me hard!" she suddenly groaned, her head spinning wildly from the combined effects of the hashish and his torturing probes of sensuous sexuality.
Suddenly nothing counted except having his pleasure-giving cock rammed inside her sexually starving cuntal passage, and with a quick vicious snap of his hips, Joe sank his long cock to the hilt in her steaming vagina, slamming his powerful loins forward until his heavily sperm-laden balls slapped lewdly in between her thighs. Carla cried out with pleasure, a long low moan of anguished relief, as the hulking black man began to thrust into her with a pounding savage rhythm, each instroke seemingly deeper and deeper in her fiery hot belly. Her whole body jerked and squirmed beneath him, a constant cry escaping her half-open lips, her face contorted with primitive, savage lust as wildly raging desires took over her body. Beads of perspiration ran down her naked thighs and mingled with the rivulets of sweat the black man was beginning to shed where their, legs ground desperately together.
"Oh yes! Harder! Harder!" she yelled. "Stick it in me hard and deep!" She was mindless of Sandy and Hilbert watching mesmerized at her sudden change, just a few feet away, both of them now standing closely by the wildly pumping figures of the muscular Negro and the naked young brunette on the bed. Joe grabbed the fleshy curve of Carla's pelvis and yanked her back toward his loins, causing her to cry out shrilly as she was deeply impaled on his long hard spear of flesh. He could feel the soft smooth walls of her pussy clenching and unclenching in time with his plundering thrusts, sucking tightly on the long black length of his cock. Carla's breasts were mashed against the bed, her buttocks waving wildly in the air behind her, her eyes and nostrils wide like those of a crazed animal.
Joe reached under her and lifted her bodily up off the mattress as she pushed back hard against him, bracing herself .still against the headboard, forcing every rock-hard millimeter of his ebony shaft deeper and deeper into her defenselessly upthrust womb. Sandy and Hilbert drew closer they were only a couple of feet away from the bed now, eyes wide with astonishment as they both watched the long wet shaft of the other black man's cock slither in and out of the naked brunette's tightly clenching pussy-lips, slipping out on the backstroke until only the bulbous tip remained encased in the hot moist sheath, then ramming home again, crashing hard into her belly as his sweat-matted pelvis ground tightly against the cleft of her nakedly squirming buttocks.
"Atta boy, Joe ... let her have it!" bellowed Hilbert, caught up in the lascivious perversity of the moment, fighting the painful hardness swelling anew in his loins as he stood naked by the bed. His powerful black arm was around Sandy's waist and she, too, seemed hypnotized by the other man's hardened cock rippling in and out of her best friend's hungry vagina.
"Fuck her good, Joe! Stick it all the way up in her hot little belly!" he cried. Carla was nearing her orgasm, and she wanted more, more! It was incredible ... she'd never experienced anything like this in all her life! She was dazed by the flashing colors that seemed to explode across her brain, by the high-voltage blasts of electric passion that shot through her body like blasts from a shotgun. Suddenly, this was the way she wanted it ... wicked and perverted, the filthier and more lurid the better! "Oh! Oh! OH! That's it! That's it! Oh yes ... yes ... YES!!"
Her shivering ass was wildly gyrating from side to side in uncontrollable savage . passion as he rammed her ass back harder and harder against his nearly bursting, lust-inflamed prick.
"Oh my God! I'm cumming! I'M CUMMING!!" Joe didn't slow his powerful fucking even for a second; instead, he rammed each long stroke to the hilt, straining his loins forward so that not even a millimeter of his cock was left outside the naked white girl's hungrily sucking cunt. Her body arched high, her asscheeks waving lewdly high in the air as she pushed up and back against her black lover, and she quivered all over as her orgasmic secretions flooded his cock and testicles, flowing wetly down out of her tight pussy-slit and down her thighs, soaking her pubic hair and oozing down her belly as his cum-swollen balls slapped hard against her tingling little clitoris.
Joe knew this was almost the end; he couldn't hold back the painful tide in his loins much longer. His fingers bit into the soft fleshy cheeks of her ass as he felt the pain intensify in his balls. His strokes grew more vicious, faster and faster ... deeper and deeper. "Oooh ... ooh ... ooh!" Carla punctuated his every thrust with a soulful cry, eagerly grinding her upturned cunt back against his hard-driving black loins. Then ... with a loud, relieved grunt, the naked black exploded inside the impaled hips of the white girl, filling her insides with his wild hot torrents of sperm, shooting it far, far up into her open and receptive womb. Again and again and again his long rubbery shaft emptied itself with spasmodic jerks up into her savagely sucking passage and then, after a seeming eternity ... with a pained grunt, his flaccid penis slipped from her tightly clenching cuntal grip and she fell forward on her face, still shivering and squirming from his ravished assault on her helplessly trapped pussy ... the only sound in the room was the gasping wheeze of the half naked girl as she fought to regain her breath.
Carla didn't know how long she had lain there, it seemed like hours, though it was only a hazy blue time of lights and colors, sounds and voices around her. She tried to cry, but the tears wouldn't come. Perhaps it was too late for that, she told herself. She would have liked to hide from the awful truth, but it kept hounding her, nagging her with the humiliating degradation of what she had done. She would have liked to pretend it had been awful a painful, unpleasant nightmare-a brutal, unfeeling attack that she couldn't have avoided ... But she knew that wasn't the truth at all she knew she'd let this man, this black stranger, drive her to do and say and feel things she would have never dreamed possible. She'd never known sex like that she'd never known her body to leap wildly out of control, to respond of its own apparent will.
She didn't know how she would ever face her husband Clark again; she was afraid of even turning her head now, of having to look this black man in the face, of having to see that knowing look in his eyes, of having to feel that laughing stare. She knew Sandy was there, too, and she knew there was no ultimate choice but to face them all, but for now, she wanted no more than to be left alone.
She jerked instinctively as she felt a strong man's hand suddenly grasp her buttocks. Oh, no, it can't be! He doesn't want more from me ... he couldn't! She turned her head to protest ... it was Hilbert, the other Negro! His eyes mirrored the lustful urge the huge man had no intention of suppressing. His teeth gleamed through his wicked, mocking grin. Grabbing both ankles, he spun her over onto her back and shoved her legs back tight against her shoulders, smashing her tender breasts beneath her obscenely upturned thighs. Her ravaged cunt, still moist and sensitive from its recent fucking, was opened to him like a dinner plate before a starving man.
"No, no ... please don't! Haven't you done enough to me, I can't stand any more, I can't!" But there was no stopping the immense black hulk now. Without any hesitation, he probed savagely at her helplessly upturned cunt, ramming her tender vaginal slit with the blunt head of his lust-engorged cock. He found the tiny opening between the pink puckered flanges of her pussy and slipped it in a couple of inches. But suddenly ... he pulled the swollen bulbous head from her already sperm-moistened vagina and lowered his aim, shoving her legs back hard so that she was nearly standing on her head, doubled in half from the brutal pressure of his arm against the back of her thighs.
A cold, frightening chill suddenly raced along her spine, the pressure of his hardened penis pressed against the tiny puckered mouth of her anus, relaying the horrible truth about what the huge black man was about to do to Carta's drug-numbed brain. It shattered into her head like a rifle blast. "Oh my God, no! NO! NO! PLEASE!" Her eyes were wide and white with fear, "Sandy!!! Somebody! Don't let him do it! Don't ... Don't ... AAAGGGGHHHH!!"
She tried to pull away, but it was too late. Like a pile-driver, the enormous man sank his thick swollen cock stiffly into the helpless girl's rectum, splitting apart the tight muscular bands and ramming deeply into her cringing ass-hole. She screamed again and again, but in vain. It felt as if she was being split in half as he drove mercilessly into the depths of her smooth rubbery nether opening. She could feel his mammoth hardness burrowing far up into her burning rectum, spreading the unprepared walls of her rectum wide apart as he plowed into her. Through tear-flooded eyes she saw the outline of another girl, her friend Sandy, naked as herself, and felt the girl shoving a lumpy pillow beneath her upturned ass, forcing her anal crevice even higher toward the black man's crudely humping pelvis.
Joe looked down at his young brunette victim with a sneering leer of triumph on his lips, beads of perspiration rolling down his dark cheeks. Carla's head twisted horribly with each painful jab, her teeth tightly clenched as her lips parted in a half-cry of soul-rending anguish. She tried to lift her arms, to fight back, anything to force this devastating assault on her anus to stop. But it was hopeless, her feeble blows only glanced off the giant Negro's muscular thighs. She was impaled helplessly beneath him, and he wasn't about to pull his huge rod out of her now; he was savoring every magic second of this wanton ravishment of this naked young beauty.
Carla tried to tighten the strong muscles of her rectum, hoping upon hope that she could force the painful intruder from her forbidden orifice, but her on-and-off clenching only seemed to add fuel to the savagely raging lust the big man was feeling; as the muscular walls of her anal passage squeezed tightly around the impaling length of his thick dark cock, he slammed into her with renewed excitement, burying himself deeper and deeper in the wretched brunette housewife's ravaged ass-hole: The taut bands of muscle around the normally tiny opening were stretched beyond endurance to accommodate the ravaging log-like pole of his cock, clasping like over-stretched elastic the hard thick shaft of his male flesh, tightly massaging every rigid inch of its fantastic length.
Her nostrils unconsciously flared at the salacious scent of their perspiring bodies grinding together in the hot, stuffy room, the sweat of her own body running freely with the musky wetness of this man; a whiff of pungent sharpness caught her attention the smell of her own vaginal secretions was mingling with the pungent male scent of the black man's wildly pistoning cock. This incredibly lurid scene ... the Overpowering numbness from the hashish ... the indescribable salaciousness of being ravished like this, being used and manhandled by a complete stranger, right before the eyes of her best friend and another man, these things all coupled together, slowly bringing on a change deep in Carta's abused young body.
Almost indiscernible at first; it was nearly impossible to feel anything except the constant intense pain. But something was happening to her, something was changing ... "She's starting to dig it now, Hilbert, boy! Let her have it good! Really throw it to her!" screamed Sandy, up on the bed on her knees now, her eyes glistening hypnotically just a foot from the painfully stretched nether ring of Carla's ravaged anal hole, her eyes wide and glazed as she puffed on the hash pipe and watched this fantastic performance right in front of her face.
Carla felt an involuntary movement beginning that was not of her own doing; her hips began to arch upward toward the giant black. The bruised and battered walls of her rectal passage began to contract involuntarily as the sheer perverted wickedness of what she was doing began to rattle through her insanely drugged mind. Her naked torso was coming to life, rolling and squirming from side to side, starting a slow deliberate rhythm as she slowly ground back up against his loins, impaled painfully with the whole long shaft of his black cock rammed up her quivering ass-hole. Slowly, undetectably at first, the pain of this brutal, vicious attack was gradually subsiding. And in its place ... unfamiliar waves of wanton pleasure began to fan out from her battered rectum, rippling up through her belly, coming to rest in the bulging peaks of her young voluptuous breasts, smashed beneath her upturned legs. Her toes curled tightly against the bottoms of her feet, opening and closing in perfect harmony with his long, slow thrusts that seemed to be so deep they were coming out her mouth. His cock slipped easily in and out of her tight, constrictive anal passage now, lubricated with the oozing seminal flow from the enormous, throbbing head of his savage rod of steel-hard flesh.
"Ooooohhh ... Aaawwww! Oh God! Oh God!" Her hands were on his mammoth black shoulders, her nails raking his tough flesh and leaving long wakes of red as she dug in viciously through his skin.
A whirling melange of thought pictures raced across the screen of her mind, jumbled and confusing images of familiar faces in slow-motion, like a movie running on the wrong speed, slowed by the stupefying powers of the hashish she had consumed. She thought of her husband Clark ... of what it would be like to be with him now, away from this frightening nightmare. Oh, how much she wanted him to come and save her from this horrible degradation.
But other thoughts, other feelings, other sensations, were bouncing around in her head, too. She recalled the many long empty nights when only a few moments of unbridled passion would have fulfilled the gnawing pain in her loins. Those nights, those countless nights when she'd cried herself quietly to sleep, clutching her belly to keep from screaming in anguish, plunging her fingers up between her legs to quench the insistent pain in her loins, the recurring, all consuming pain that Clark could have eliminated so easily ... but didn't.
Suddenly, something snapped deep inside her. The pain was gone, completely kicked aside by the growing savage animal passion that had stealthily slipped from her loins and taken control of her naked body.
"Oh God ... it's so good! It's so good!
Oh shit, fuck me! Fuck my ass so hard!" A long deep moan growled from her lips, her body arched hard against his pelvis, his long thick cock rammed deep inside her ass-hole. She screamed again, wordless, gasping cries as a torrent of her own juices flooded from her ravenously hungry pussy and drained down the narrow furrow of her buttocks, streaming a white warm wave over the huge black shaft imbedded deep in her rectum. Spurred on by the sight of her orgasm, the Negro pumped into her anew, spreading the ass-cheeks of her nakedly unprotected buttocks with his fingers to allow his giant penis even deeper entry to her forbidden, tightly-clasping rectum. He pulled the immense shaft all the way out, leaving just the distended pulsing tip to keep the tiny hole open, then rammed straight down, sinking deeper and deeper until his kinky-haired pelvis smashed against her nakedly upturned ass. He could feel her struggling to open her legs wider, to suck his lust-maddened cudgel deeper into her belly, to swallow him up in the immense, raging inferno of her loins.
Carla was now aware of nothing around her; the room could have been filled with all her friends, all her relatives, and it wouldn't have mattered now. Suddenly she was lost in the animal raptures of pure, undiluted savage passion, simple-and primitive. She imagined herself a helpless love-captive of this towering African above her, his to own and ravish, his to do anything with that he desired. Every muscle, every nerve in her trembling body was attuned to his rhythmic, plundering thrusts that seemed deeper and deeper with every powerful lunge. She had become just an extension of his strong black loins, just another instrument of the burning savage lust now about to explode from his sperm-swollen balls. He reached between the fleshy cheeks of her buttocks and the cushioning pillow, lifting her even higher, tilting her up painfully so that his rapid, potent thrusts were driving straight down into her helplessly upturned asshole.
She was insane with salacious desires! She had no control at all over her body ... it was responding on its own, humping and writhing as the Negro bored mercilessly down into the tight hairless opening of her rectum.
And then it began to spurt ... the heated lava-like flow shooting like liquid fire deep up into her nakedly spasming rectum, blasting up into her belly, ripping through her hungry, receptive body in never-ending spurts of flame. Over and over again, the boiling white flow erupted from the throbbing blood-swollen head of the huge black shaft, filling the cavernous hollow of her insides and draining over the tightly-sucking muscular ring of her anus, streaming in a warm flood down both sides of her deeply creviced ass-cheeks, trickling in twin streams down her back and down over the hungrily twitching lips of her vagina, soothing the lust-inflamed passage with an oozing viscous balm.
When every precious drop had been milked from his thickly pumping penis, when every hot spurt had been sucked deep down into her quivering belly where it mingled luridly with the sperm of the other man, he gave one gasping lunge, and pulled his now soft, pliable cock from her still tightly clenching anal grip, collapsing exhausted on the bed beside her.
She knew she should feel worse than ever before in her life ... that she should be crying pitifully from this horrible, filthy act of perversion she'd been forced to endure ... that she should feel abused and humiliated, lying prostrate at this bottom-most pit of wanton depravity. But she didn't....
She felt nothing except the fullness of her sperm-laden belly, the warm glow of satisfaction that had eluded her all these years. She couldn't help it; she'd have been lying to pretend otherwise.
She glanced through the slits of her blood-veined eyes, and caught a glimpse of Sandy, laughing and giggling like a teen-ager, pulling the other Negro down onto her squirming, tempting nakedness, her tiny fingers gripped around the hardening shaft of his long black cock. She closed her eyes and drifted away ... drifted as if in space, floating languidly through the hazy shadows of the long night.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Carla Jones closed the corridor door to her private suite and hurried to catch the elevator before the doors closed. Gerry, the operator, spotted her and held the car until she negotiated the long hallway.
"Good evening, Carla," he said politely, touching the brim of his cap.
"Hi, Gerry, what's up?" They were alone in the car and safely behind steel doors now so there was no need for secrecy. "Watson's got some friends in from Chicago. Look like some of the eastern big shots to me. Rumor is that they're all loaded."
Carla's eyes suddenly flashed like green lights at the freeway toll booth. "That's the kind of rumor I like to hear, Gerry," she said cheerfully, reaching into her purse for a crisp new bill. "Just keep your ears and eyes open for me, huh? I'd like to be in on the action before some other girl beats me to it."
"Sure thing, babe, anything for you, you know that." She reached between his legs and gave him a playful pat on his balls. "Come by when you get off tomorrow, okay? I'm not doing anything and I'd like to show you my appreciation for all the help you've been."
The doors opened as the car reached the lobby. "Good evening, Ma'am," he said officiously as the crowd of tourists-edged in to fill the empty car. Carla winked and made her way through the lobby. Outside, her car was waiting and the doorman held her door courteously as she climbed into the pale blue Mustang. She glanced at her wristwatch, a present from Stu for six months of outstanding service. It was nearly eight ... just enough time to make it to the airport to meet Mr. Bernie Feinbaum's flight in from New York. She thumbed through her tiny black notebook as she waited for the light to change at Collins Avenue.
He looked like a live one ... lots of money, married, top executive. Yes, this one should be lots of fun, she laughed to herself, thinking of that short fur jacket she'd seen at Berdine's just that afternoon. And suddenly that jacket seemed a lot closer, a lot closer indeed.
