To look at Jill, one would never know the harrowing life she had been through at the age of twenty. She still had a charming, innocent and sweet look about her that made any man who looked at her overwhelmed by her charm. This was precisely why Jill was able to get away with what she did. She was a thief.
To begin with, she was absolutely beautiful, with long blonde hair that fell below her shoulders. Her bright blue eyes shone like beacons, and her small, straight, slightly uptilted nose fitted perfectly into her oval face above an adorable heart-shaped mouth, a mouth that had kissed as often as it had lied. If Jill had anything to her credit, it was that somehow, through all the horror she had been through, she had retained her virginity.
Yet Jill had a body that was made for love, and she was determined not to surrender that body until she had found the one right man, (little did the poor girl know.)
Jill was superbly curvaceous, with full breasts that tilted upward just the slightest bit, a narrow waist a man was almost able to span with his two hands, broad hips tapering to full, slender thighs, which in turn led to full-blown calves and delicately trim ankles. All in all, she was a stunning eyeful.
Had it not been for her brother, Tom, Jill might well have been an entirely different person. She didn't enjoy stealing, lying, or cheating, but Tom had developed a drug habit. He had a two-hundred pound monkey on his back. In reality it was more like a horse in his body, the big Horse, Heroin. The brother and sister were lonely, and all they had was one another.
Tom was two years older than Jill, and he had cultivated the friendship of certain undesirable individuals, one of whom had turned him on to heroin. Jill didn't even know about her brother's habit until she had finished with high school. She had intended going to secretarial school, wanting to make something of herself, but it was at this time that Tom had revealed his three-hundred dollar a day habit to his sister.
So Jill didn't go to secretarial school. Nor did she go to modeling school. Instead, she joined a dating service. It was one of the lower class dating services, where the women were expected to do more than be a companion for the evening. Jill was aware of this, but she decided right from the start that she would know how to handle herself. She told Wanda, the one who took all the dating calls, to make sure she got the heavy drinkers. That was all Jill wanted. Wanda, for an extra fifty dollars a week from Jill, agreed.
It was a policy that all men dating girls from this service had to take the girls out to be seen in public so that there was no direct accusation of prostitution leveled against the dating service. It was at this time, when she was out with a customer, that Jill made sure the man had a lot to drink, and to help things along, she added chloral hydrate to the last drink. It took a little time to work, and usually, by the time they got to the customer's hotel room, he had just about enough strength to go to bed, where he passed out. At that time Jill would help herself to the contents of the man's wallet, leaving the sucker with just enough money for cabfare to the airport. Besides, if the man woke up and found some money in his wallet, he might believe that he had spent most of it.
This way, Jill was able to support her brother's habit. That is, she was able to support the habit until she ran into bad luck three nights in a row. The first night, the man had been a local rather than a transient or a tourist, and it turned out he had spent all but fifty dollars. The second night, the man had nothing but traveler's checques, and Jill wasn't able to use them.
The third night, the customer was neither too drunk, nor had he taken enough of the chloral hydrate to completely knock him out. As a result, he reported her to the service, and they had been obliged to fire her. So now Jill was without a job.
"I need a fix," her brother was gasping, rolling around on the lone bed in the corner of the fleabag hotel room the two of them shared just off Times Square. "Oh God! I need one. I need it bad, really bad." It was the afternoon after Jill had been fired.
"I don't have any money," Jill told him, herself wearing a cheap white blouse and blue skirt, not wanting to wear her good clothes for fear of ruining them and not being able to go out on a date, assuming she was able to get a job with another service.
At the moment, another job with a dating service was highly un-likely. The word always managed to get around, and Jill was considered poison.
"I need a fix!" her brother screamed at her. "I don't give a damn how you get it. Just get it."
"But they won't give me anything without money," she objected.
"So fuck for it!" her brother bellowed.
"Tom!" she gasped.
"Nan! I don't mean sell yourself. There're too many whores walking the streets now. But you're prime cunt, sis. You're that rarity, a twenty-year-old New York virgin. God! I'm going outta my mind, and you just stand here in this rat trap and want to protect that lousy cherry of yours. Jesus! If I had the fucking strength, I'd hump that goddamn cherry outta you.
This way there'd be no doubt about you being able to go out and fuck."
"You're sick," Jill gasped, backing against the dingy gray wall across the room, holding an arm up to her eyes, not even wanting to look at her brother in his present condition.
"Yeah, I'm sick. I need a fix to get well. Mac Zephry'll give you one, too. All you gotta do is ask him. Tell him I'll pay him. He knows I'm good for it."
Her heart began beating a little more quickly as she thought there might be a way out, after all. This Mac Zephyr, he just might be willing to give her brother a fix. In the meantime, she'd find some kind of customer, dope him, and get enough money to pay this Mac.
"I'll talk to him," Jill promised, grabbing her vinyl purse and edging toward the door. "I'll get it for you somehow, Tom."
"Yeah, yeah, you do that, Jilly-baby," Tom nodded. "You know, if things were reversed, I'd come through for you, too. You know that."
Once she would have agreed. Her brother used to be very protective of her when she had been younger. It was one of the reasons why she was still a virgin. No one touched Tom Caldwell's kid sister, no one. If anyone even managed to look cross-eyed at Jill, Tom would have blackened the guy's eyes.
Dope did strange things to men. It turned them from decent human beings into raving animals. The craving was so overpowering, people cheated, killed, maimed, did anything just for enough money to pay for a fix.
Seeing her brother becoming one of these raving animals made Jill sick.
Still, there was almost no cure for something like this. Only one percent of all dope addicts ever came back. The rest had to either feed the habit, subsist on methadone, or die.
Shuddering, Jill asked, "Where do I find this Mac?"
Her brother haltingly gave her directions, and when he was finished, Jill opened the door and hurried out of the hotel room. Soon she would need to pay the rent here, as well. If she didn't, both she and her brother would be tossed out into the street. God! How had they managed to sink this low?
Ten years earlier, they had been living with their parents in a small house in Queens. Then their parents had witnessed a gangland execution. In order to keep them quiet, the syndicate had quietly brought Mac Zephyr around to make friends with Tom. It was he who had freely introduced Tom to the wonders of heroin. Then the mob had told the Caldwell parents that if they testified, their son would receive no heroin from the mob. Caldwell immediately had his son brought to a clinic, swearing he would testify anyway. It took a staged auto accident to make sure both he and his wife died, leaving Tom and Jill without any means of support.
A relative had sold the house for them and had let them live with him while he freely spent the money he had received from the sale of the house. He gave Tom just enough to continue feeding his habit, since Tom had stopped going to the clinic. But two years earlier, the money had run out, and the relative had invited Tom and Jill to move. So they had come to this vile hotel in mid-town Manhattan, more of a flop house than anything else. Jill, finished with high school, had, for two years supported her brother's habit. But now she had no means of support. She had to see this Mac Zephyr, or Mac Zee as he was more popularly known. Maybe, just maybe, he'd give her brother some credit until she got another good-paying job. Maybe she'd be able to find some kind of sugar daddy. That would be the thing. She had the looks, she knew the moves, and she still had her hymen intact, which would be another plus for any rich old geezer who was looking for one last fling, provided he had enough money to spend on her.
Romeo's was a bar on Eighth Avenue that would never have remained in existence if it had to depend on selling liquor. The drinkers had more sense than to go there, since most of the liquor was watered. The bums who did go there had little-enough to spend.
Jill had to walk through sidewalks littered with both, garbage and human beings, some sitting on curbs, others simply lying about. Down here, the bag women lived, sleeping in buses when they got enough money, in alleyways when they didn't, living out of the bags they carried with them. Most of them never lasted more than a year or two, the winter usually seeing to it they died unmercifully.
Jill entered the dimly lit bar and waited until her eyes became accustomed to the smelly interior. To the left was the long bar, surprisingly sturdy considering it looked to be more than a hundred years old. Behind it was a burly bartender who made a point of not noticing her since she didn't walk up to the bar. He was leaning on the bar doing a cross-word puzzle while the large TV set in the corner was showing some kind of soap opera. The place smelled of the many people that had once frequented it, though at the moment there were only four people other than Jill and the bartender there. One of the people was sitting at a front table, nursing a bottle of beer. He had a heavy growth covering his face, and from the look of his clothing, he slept in them.
The other three were at the back of the room, talking in hushed tones, paying no attention to Jill. She walked over to the bartender and he looked up, asking, "What d'you drink?"
"I don't," she replied. "I'm looking for Mac Zee."
"That's him," the bartender pointed to the trio at the back of the room.
"Which one?" she asked.
"Hey Mac!" the bartender yelled out.
"Yo!" one of the men yelled, lifting his head.
"Him," the bartender said to Jill. Then to Mac, "Lady to see you, buddy."
Jill walked over to the large round table at the rear of the barroom. She saw two men slowly fade into the darkness as they moved toward the rear door. The one still sitting stared right back at her. He had brown hair that stuck out like porcupine quills. His eyes were small, dark, and beady, and below them was a long nose camouflaged to some extent by a gigantic mustache. It actually had handlebars at the end of it. He had round, boyish cheeks, but there was nothing boyish about the small, mean mouth below his mustache. He lid a weak chin covered with day-old stubble. At the moment, he was wearing a red-and-black striped polo shirt and blue denims. Considering the neighborhood, and the fact that it was early spring, he was appropriately attired.
He looked at the chair opposite him, as if to tell her to sit. Jill sat. She clasped her hands on the table as his eyes wandered over her. No, he wasn't undressing her. He wasn't the kind to waste time doing something like that with his eyes. If there was a way to get into her, he'd succeed. If not, he was better off not thinking about sex where she was concerned.
"Yeh!" was all he said.
"I'm Jill Caldwell," she told him. "You know my brother, Tom."
"You here to pick up his material?" Mac asked. "Yes," Jill nodded.
"Prove you're Jill Caldwell," he said to her.
"I have a chauffeur's license," she told him. "I needed it when I went to work for the dating service and I had to drive cars belonging to the service."
"Show me," he said.
She reached into her purse and took out the license, handing it to him. He looked at it, examined the picture, nodded, and passed it back to her, saying, "You're Jill Caldwell."
"I'd like my brother's...material."
"I'd like my money," Mac told her.
"I don't have any money at the moment," she told him.
"It figures," he nodded. "Otherwise Tom would've been here to pick up the crud himself. What are you supposed to do, con me out of the stuff?" This last was said with a wide smirk on his face.
"No," she replied. "You know Tom. He's always had the money."
"Yeah, I know you're the one who gives it to him. Everyone who knows Tom knows it."
"Well I'm out of work for the moment. As soon as I get a job.. . "
"No money, no stuff," he said, shrugging.
"Please," Jill begged putting a hand on his hairy arm.
He looked down at her hand, and she removed it. The man placed a Marlboro between his lips and lit it, saying, "This is a cash business, baby. You never know when some junkie is gonna cash in, so it doesn't pay to give credit."
"Please!" Jill begged.
"Too bad your brother doesn't have some security," he shrugged.
"He does," Jill told him. "He has me."
"What good are you?" he asked. "I can get all the two-bit whores I want. Shit! How do I know you don't have the clap?"
"I...uhhh...I'm a virgin!" she gasped.
"What? Who you kidding, honey? There isn't any such thing in New York today."
"I am," she insisted. "I've managed to keep my virginity."
"A virgin, eh?"
"A saleable commodity," she nodded.
"You're a saleable commodity as long as you don't have clap or any other kind of VD," he told her. "Hmm, maybe, just maybe."
"Maybe what?" she asked.
"Maybe I can use you for special occasions."
"I see," she nodded.
"Whatsamatter, don't like the idea of becoming just another twat?"
"No one does," she told him, shivering.
"Yeah, well maybe we can do something about it. A virgin, eh? Here," he told her, taking a glassine envelope as if from nowhere. It was the size of a postage stamp. "There's enough in there for one fix. You give it to your brother, then you come back to me."
"Yes, yes, of course," she nodded. "Thank you, thank you very much."
"Words," he muttered. "Words don't mean a damn thing. You can thank me in other ways, when you get back here."
CHAPTER TWO
She was back at the bar, Romeo's. She had given Tom the envelope and had hurried out, not wanting to see how he used the heroin. Now she was standing in front of Mac Zephyr again.
"Come on," he said, getting to his feet. "If you're as clean as you say, I'll have a lotta use for you. Don't worry, most of it won't be as bad as you think."
"I don't think anything, one way or the other," she said dully.
"Good," he nodded, gripping her arm. "That's the best way."
He led her out of the bar and they walked over to the nearby parking lot. Mae waved at the man in the little booth, and the man, in turn, shouted, "Ramon, bring out the Riviera."
Two minutes later, a shining blue-and-white Riviera was standing at the curb, and Jill was getting in on the passenger side while Mac slid behind the wheel.
"Gonna show you something," he said to her, and moved the car into traffic, narrowly missing two drunks who staggered by.
He drove to Fifty-ninth Street, went across the bridge, then moved the car along the Long Island Expressway, taking her all the way out to Southampton. He wheeled the car in and out of narrow streets, most of them gravel streets with no sidewalks, passing multitudes of large homes, until he finally pulled into the driveway of a huge, rambling white wooden structure.
'This is home," he told her. "Come on."
They got out of the car, went inside, and Jill was stunned to see the spacious rooms, the expensive furniture, the imagine wallpaper, and the deep-pile carpeting.
He led her into a wide solarium, with glass windows that allowed the sun to come in without allowing anyone to see in. It was wide, with chaise lounges all over.
"So you're a virgin, eh?" he queried, looking at her.
"That's right. You can send me to any doctor to find out."
"Nan!" he told her, shaking his head. "I'll find out myself, my own way. In time. Right now, I want a good look at you. I wanna make sure you don't got needle marks on you, yourself, and I wanna be sure you ain't got no black-and-blue marks either."
He led her to the middle of the room and walked away, sitting on one of the chaises as if he were some kind of a sultan.
"Turn around," he ordered, and she slowly turned, letting him look at her from all sides.
"Yeh!" he nodded. "What I see, I like. Now I wanna see more."
"I can't show you anymore without undressing," she insisted. "Yeh!" he nodded.
"I...please...I don't know if I can...I mean, I've never...in front of a man before.. . . "
"Cut the crap," he snapped at her. "A lotta guys are gonna be lookin' at you with the idea of gettin' into you. You're just the lure, baby. After we make 'em pay, we'll let 'em screw some other tramp. But I want 'em gettin' a good look at you, but before they see you, I gotta see you to make sure you're all right all the way."
She nervously fingered the buttons on her cheap blouse, weighing what he was telling her. She knew full well that even if he didn't try and force the money out of her, all he had to do was withhold any nickel bags from her brother. Tomorrow, Tom would need another fix. He would need a fix every day of his life, for the rest of his life. Color filled her cheeks as she realized she had no choice but to comply with Mac Zee.
Closing her mind to what she was doing, she began to mechanically undo the blouse buttons one at a time. She worked her way down to her slender waist. The embarrassed young blonde felt the smallest chill as air brushed over the smoothness of her lovely naked belly. She quivered a little, aware of her nipples starting to harden in the brassiere encasing them.
With her two hands she reached behind her and undid the catch on her skirt. Then she tugged the zipper down and allowed the skirt to fall around her ankles. She was wearing pantyhose and not panties.
Mac nodded, pulling at the ends of his mustache, making Jill think of the dastardly villain that used to be on stage in the old days. He allowed his eyes to wander up and down, once again not lingering anywhere. Mac Zee didn't have to undress her with his eyes. She was undressing for him. Soon he would be enjoying her flesh.
Yes, that was what he wanted more than anything. Mac Zee had fucked blondes, brunettes, redheads, brown-haired women, and even gray-haired cunts. But he had never yet had a virgin. If this blonde chick was telling the truth, he would be fulfilling the only fantasy he'd ever had concerning women. Well, why not! Besides, if she really was a virgin, and nice and clean, he'd have some really good use for her. There was the old Godfather who would love to get his hands on a luscious morsel like this. All the other cunts he had fucked were used, no matter how young they were. But this one, even after Mac Zee got finished fucking her, would be virtually new. He'd always be able to claim she lost her cherry while horseback riding or something. He'd say she was still a virgin. She looked like class. The Dons loved fucking classy women. They hated having to settle for the tramps they did use. good-looking though they were. Hell! All of them, even the Vegas showgirls, were tramps as far as the Dons were concerned. They liked society chicks. Well Mac Zee was going to turn this twat into a society chick. Then he'd turn her over to the Dons, and they would love giving it to her. He had no intention of teaching her any sexual refinements. The Dons had enough of that with all the pros they fucked. This one was a pure amateur all the way, and this was what they would love.
Yeah, she looked good, from her lovely blonde head right down to her small feet. He liked the long, swan-like neck and the way it curved down to the jutting swells of her well-formed breasts, breasts whose nipples already were pressing firmly against the material of her brassiere. God! What tits! They weren't huge, but they were perfectly shaped, and Mac Zee loved well-shaped breasts. His eyes went to the trim, inverted curve of her lovely waist right down to her swelling hips which led to the perfection of her long legs. Shit! This chick had one helluva shape on her. Considering she was too poor to stay away from the starchy foods, it meant she wouldn't get fat in a hurry. Good! Mac'd be able to make good use of her, and the various Godfathers would really show their gratitude by expanding his territory.
"Yeh! You're all there, all right, baby," he nodded.
Jill stared down at the tiled floor of the solarium, her lovely face flushed with suffused color.
"Please don't talk about it," Jill said to him. "I don't know what you intend doing, but whatever it is, I'd like to get it over and done with as soon as possible."
He didn't take his eyes from her for a moment. "Sure, baby, sure, it'll all be over before you know it. But I wanna see a little more. That pantyhose covers up a lot. That bra, too. That definitely has to go. You're prime merchandise, but I have to make sure. After all, for what I have in mind, I can't use anything but the ultra-finest."
"I see," Jill nodded sullenly.
She was angry at the way he was talking to her, as if she were some infant brat. Angrily, she reached around behind her with both hands and undid the catches holding her brassiere.
"Yeh! You've got the idea!" Mac nodded.
"I'll show you what you want," she said angrily, blinking back stinging tears of embarrassment. No man had ever seen this much of her before. She loosened the straps and allowed the harness to slowly slide down her arms, letting it fall to the tiled floor.
Her proud young white breasts with their pink nipples and equally pink areolae stood up, quivering vulnerably in the open air. She was aware of her tautly up-thrust nipples hardening even more as Mac's hungrily riveting appraisal locked onto them. They stood up without the littlest trace of sag, her rigid, pink-tinted nipples thrusting boldly ahead like two pink eyes returning his stare.
Mac Zee took a long time savoring the sight of her rounded mammaries. With near reluctance, his gaze finally left the twin, jutting bulges of her ripely formed breasts, allowing his eyes to run down the smooth, unblemished expanse of her flat belly, moving past the dimpled indentation of her naval.
"Now off with the pantyhose," he insisted, licking his lips, knowing beyond the shadow of a doubt that he was going to use this lovely blonde to fulfill a multitude of fantasies.
Jill hesitated, then finally peeled the pantyhose down, catching the tight elastic waistband and guiding it over the gentle flare of her delightful-looking hips. She didn't realize it, but her thumbs had also caught the gossamer material of her bikini panties, as well. She made no effort to separate the two garments. As one, she tugged them to her ankles, exposing the golden V of sparse pubic hair. When she removed the pantyhose, she tried tugging the white panties back up in order to cover her defenseless nakedness.
"Why bother?" Mac Zee asked, licking his lips. "You're only gonna have to take 'em off again, anyway. Just pull those panties off. You're gonna show me everything you got, honey."
The evil-looking man was sitting on the edge of the chaise, leaning forward, the hard look in his glazed eyes becoming even harder as he savored the sight of the lovely, full-bodied blonde with intensified lust. Yeah, she was doing as he ordered, peeling right down to her naked flesh before his very eyes, and from the way she was doing it, it was obvious she hadn't done this for any other man. He was glad he hadn't had to belt her a few times to teach her a lesson. It would have been a shame to blemish such delightful white skin.
She accepted her humiliation silently. Her cheeks were two bright-red patches, looking like something out of a Norman Rockwell painting. When she hesitated pulling the panties from around her ankles, Mac signaled with his hand for her to continue.
"Don't give me a hard time, Jill, that is your name, Jill," he insisted, his hand tugging at his collar as his other hand pulled his shirt from inside his pants.
Heavy beads of perspiration were rolling down his stubbled neck.
"I, I'm sorry," she murmured abjectly.
"We made a deal, honey. As long as you do as I say, big brother gets his daily supply of horse, and you get a little something extra on the side, as well."
"I see," Jill murmured, realizing she had suddenly involved herself in something long-range and not merely for one day. She was trapped.
Stepping out of her panties, she kicked them to the side, and now she stood with nothing on, her youthful nakedness displayed to the eagerly probing eyes of the staring man.
God! It was almost as if one was able to see VIRGIN written all over her. She was better-looking than any of the multitudes of cunts he had known in all the time he had been in this business. In fact, she was the most delectable and perfect specimen of ripe femininity he had ever known, and he had known one helluva lot of nice nookie. As if anticipating she would be really nice, he had brought her here, to his home, something he had never done with any other chick.
Mac grinned widely as he looked forward with eager anticipation to what he had planned for this lovely blonde beauty Her flesh was milk-white, but a wholesome white, tinged with pink, and not merely a pallid white like those of the whores who remained indoors all the time. Those areolae of hers had a rich pink to them the like of which he had never imagined before. All the other women he had known had either had brown, tan, or pale pink nipples, but nothing approaching the perfection of this color. Her thighs were close together, preventing him from seeing the pinkness of her vaginal cleft, but even without looking he knew it would be as rich a pink as her breasts. Not only that, but he was certain she would be nice and tight, not just because she was a virgin, but because of the firmness of the rest of her body.
Now, for the first time, he allowed his imagination to run rampant. He was picturing himself kneeling between those thighs, seeing those gracefully long legs twined tightly around his back as he burrowed into the narrowness of that tight, hot pink slit of hers. He saw himself fucking her until she screamed for mercy. She was no dried-out prostitute, and he had no intention of simply climbing onto her as he did all the other whores. This was a virgin, and he was going to enjoy every little moment deflowering her. Yeah, he was going to fuck the lovely ass off her, and he knew she would comply, no matter how much she hated the idea.
Not that he was worried about her hating it. He had never yet known a cunt that hadn't loved his cock in the end.
"Yeah," he nodded. "You're gonna do just right for what I have in mind," letting her know he had lots of long-range plans for her. She had started on a road from which there was no return, dragged down into the gutter because of her brother's stupidity. "Turn around one more time, baby, so I can get me one really good look at all of you."
Jill obeyed, and though she should have almost become used to his staring, she still felt embarrassed, and her face reddened as she slowly turned her naked, lushly globular asscheeks toward his greedily probing stare. Her firm, high buttocks were tightly clenched and he noted how they tucked tantalizingly under at the tops of her smoothly flaring thighs. Long and supple, her delightful bare legs stretched in tapering perfection to the trim swell of her calves. Even her bare feet were tauntingly inviting, dainty little girl's feet with small, slender little curled-under toes as she stood in front of this vile man quivering with defenseless embarrassment.
"Yeh!" he nodded. "That's quite a casing you have for your pussy, baby. Yeah, no doubt about it, looking like that, I can use you for a long time. I'm gonna take good care of you. I don't want you getting that shopworn look."
She turned back to face him, realizing the futility of attempting to cover her lovely nakedness.
"Do whatever you want and get it over with," she murmured.
"I will, I will, all in good time," Mac assured her. "But now, while you still have all that virgin loveliness, I'm gonna need pictures. No one'll-believe what a gorgeous sweet thing I have unless they see pictures. You just spread yourself out on that chaise over there," he said, standing, "while I take a bunch of Polaroid shots."
Pictures! The ultimate humiliation! Tom Caldwell's sister, who no one had been able to look at the wrong way when she had been fully dressed, was now going to have nude photos taken of her so the whole world would be able to look at her.
Jill knew better than to argue with the man. She sat on the edge of the chaise, her knees clamped tightly together, her arms folded demurely over the swells of her ripely jutting breasts. She wriggled about somewhat uncomfortably as Mac produced a camera from somewhere inside the house and returned.
"Come on now," Mac chastised. "Not like that! You can give me a better pose than that. I want you stretching out. You know, look sexy and inviting. I'm sure you must have seen some of the poses in girlie magazines."
"No," she told him. "I never looked at one."
Following Mac's instructions, she finally stretched out, sprawling across the chaise as she felt the webbing bite into her naked flesh. She leaned back a little, propping her head up slightly, her hands at her sides. He suggested she turn on her side a bit more, and the lovely blonde obediently shifted her weight, facing the camera. Her nerves were quivering as he aimed the camera at her naked self.
"Overlap one leg on top of the other. We'll let 'em see some inner thigh without really giving 'em a glimpse of cunt. Hold it!"
He began snapping pictures, moving around, changing her poses, and all during this, Jill was scarlet with embarrassment. She prayed for the terrible humiliation to come to an end.
'"My God!" she gasped, when he had completed an entire roll. "Don't you have enough pictures?"
She suddenly sat up, feeling extremely uncomfortable. She automatically clamped her slender thighs together as she folded her arms across the creamy white bulges of her swelling breasts.
Mac put the camera down on a nearby table and moved toward her, his eyes flashing, semaphoring his interest in her, making his want for her as obvious as if he had scrawled it across a billboard.
"Oh God!" she gasped. "Don't look at me like that. You're scaring me. Please...."
Mac laughed, his voice sounding like the crack of doom itself. "Me, frighten you? Come on, honey, you got nothing to be scared of. You're gonna make me a big man, and I'm gonna make you rich, you'll see. At the same time, we'll keep your brother nicely supplied."
Jill wriggled her bottom against the webbing of the outdoor chaise in the solarium, cringing, vainly trying to pull away from the menacing man. He looked like some horrible carnivorous animal as he came closer to her, staring at her as if she were a morsel to be eaten.
She tried standing up as he sat beside her, but Mac reached down and gripped her two ankles and shoved her onto the chaise again.
"No!" she gasped. "Please! Please don't touch me! Stay away from me! Oh God! Don't!" she begged, pleading as tears poured from her eyes.
Her very helplessness aroused the animal instincts that much more in Mac. He laughed, then maliciously snapped, "Go on, baby. Scream your fucking head off! It'll do you good. This is the spring, and the other houses around here are still empty for the most part. Not that it would matter if they were occupied. You see, we're far enough away from those other houses so that no one'll ever hear you. What's more, there's no way back to the city except for me driving you. Now tell me, do you really want to go back to that rat trap where you live with your junkie brother?"
He was sneering all the while, his hands at his belt, undoing it. Jill saw the movement and she realized her worst fears were about to come true.
"Oh no!" she gasped. "You wouldn't...not now...not right now...not out here."
She tried squirming away from him, doing her best to escape. But Mac smiled, reached out, and with ordinary strength, tugged her right back to where he had her before.
"What's wrong with right here?" he asked. "This is an enclosed room. No one can see in or out, except the sun. "Yeh, baby! Here...now! You ain't going anywhere, except to heaven by way of my cock," he insisted, unzipping his pants. "You don't wanna run off and be caught by some cops for indecent exposure. I'd have one helluva time getting you outta the clink. By then, your brother'll have cold-turkeyed himself to death. You haven't got any right being a virgin, baby. So I'm gonna do the honors and get rid of that troublesome bit of tissue in your cunt. I'm not only gonna fuck you, but you're gonna love it so much, you'll be begging me for more."
"Oh God...please...don't talk like that. . . you scare me . . . " she gasped, her eyes clouded with tears as she turned her head away.
Mac retained a firm grip on her calf, his fingers digging into as he finished yanking his zipper down the rest of the way.
"Here, baby," he told her, a wide grin splitting his malicious face. "This is just what the doctor ordered for a cunt like you."
He reached into his fly as if he were probing into a deep grocery bag, and he suddenly yanked out a long, thick, swellingly menacing penis. It flopped lewdly over his zipper, the bloated tip swelling in size as it seemingly sniffed the open air.
Jill shrieked with terror as the mustached man's penis made its appearance before her. She had occasionally seen her brother's penis when he had torn off his clothing and flopped on his bed at night. But it had always been a lifeless thing, something attached to him for the sole purpose of helping him void. But this. . . this was some kind of monster. Not yet rigid, it still looked to be three times longer and thicker than her brother's.
"I'll scream!" Jill gasped. "Oh God! I'll scream! I will!"
Mac merely grinned at her as he remained standing, gripping her two trim ankles, pulling her naked body into position on the webbed chaise so that her head was no longer resting on the upraised part of it. She reached behind her, trying to somehow get a firm-enough grip on the webbing, but it was hopeless.
"I didn't come looking f you," Mac told her, slapping her arm. "You came to me. I spelled things out to you, and you agreed. Now you just lie back, 'cause you're gonna keep the terms of our agreement whether you like it or not. But if you do like I say, you'll like it a lot better."
Jill was trembling with uncontrolled terror, feeling a strong sense of inner revulsion as the porcupine-haired man rose to one knee. With his free hand, he dropped his pants and undershorts to mid-thigh. Now she was able to see the entire length of his bulky phallus as well as the bloated weightiness of his sperm-bloated testicles, dangling as they did like two tennis balls encased in leather under the huge, stubby probe of his penis
Mac realized she was unconsciously sizing him up. All dames did that. She was inwardly making all kinds of appraisals concerning his masculinity, and it made him laugh to know what kind of thoughts were running through her pristine mind at that particular moment. She was stunned and she had a right to be. Even the pros had wide eyes when looking at his cock.
He had an immense prick, not only lengthwise, but breadth-wise. Sure there were other cocks both longer and thicker. But his was just the right length and thickness so that he was able to fit all of it into a woman's cunt. Any longer, and he would never have gotten it all inside.
He had to laugh while looking at her. Pure bitch! Saving her hole for Mr. Right. Shit! A cunt was meant to be fucked, and anyone lucky enough to fuck it had the right to it. Hell! His cock was as right for her pussy as any cock would ever be. It was obvious from the horror in this bitch's eyes that she thought herself too good for the -likes of him. Hell! He was gonna pump her so hard and fast she'd fill up with air and float away. By the time he was finished with her, she'd be like all the others, begging him for more, lots more. By then, the novelty of her would have worn off, and he'd be able to use her in the manner he had intended. She'd make a lot of Dons very happy, especially the Old Man, himself.
But right now she was his. He was unable to keep himself from maliciously grinning as he looked her over, taking in her youth, her innocence, her naivete, all packaged in lushly ripened nakedness, like a peach. Here she was, all naked and inviting, lusciously perched as if on a pedestal, waiting for the pressure of his cock.
No! Not yet! Before he "cocked" her, he was going to show her just how much pleasure she had missed out on all these years by having nothing to do with sex. He was going to suck that pretty pink pussy, a pussy that seemingly winked back at him as if knowing what lay in store for it, even if the rest of her was unaware of it.
He lifted one knee awkwardly, careful to maintain his balance, and he shoved the upraised knee between her thighs, forcing her to keep them somewhat apart. Then he tugged on her legs with both arms so that she had to keep her weight on her shoulders as he lifted her rump until it was almost off the chaise. Now he had her helplessly pinned as if they were in a wrestling match.
The panic-stricken young blonde wriggled in an attempt to get away from the horrible man as he rose on one knee and managed to tug his pants and undershorts down, pulling it over the ankle of a foot he had already shed of its shoe. Then he freed his other leg, as well.
Jill realized what little strength she did have was quickly waning. She stared at him with wide open eyes, mutely pleading with him to stop, her mind whirling, a half-dazed windmill of fear and utter humiliation.
"Please . . . " she begged out loud. "You can't, you just can't."
She was helplessly wriggling as he held her naked form pinned tightly to the chaise, hunching victoriously over her lithe body.
His immensely hairy balls were brushing the flatness of her smooth white belly. His thick dome of penile glans now began swelling and hardening as the shaft to which it attached elongated and stiffened.
"Stop all this," Mac snapped, anger in his eyes. "You knew this was the price without my having to spell it out." He was gripping his stiff cock tightly in his right hand, as if showing it to her. "By the time we're finished, you're gonna want more of it, so do yourself a favor and stop fighting me, honey."
"I'll never like it," Jill gasped, "Never, never, never! I'm afraid, oh God! Please...don't do this."
"You're gonna do it, honey. Do you know why you're gonna do it? If you don't do it, I'll shoot you full of skag and fuck you anyway, and you'll become an addict just like your brother."
Easing his muscular form forward, the vicious man slid his hairy, naked loins over the body of the helplessly pinioned blonde, rubbing his ass against her trembling belly. He kept moving forward until his weighty balls settled lasciviously between the bulging swells of her quaking breasts. As his knees dug into the webbing of the chaise, her pink, swollen nipples jutted straight up at him, the tenderly soft curve of her delightfully molded mammaries resting against his inner thighs where he straddled her.
Pressing the fleshy mounds of her heaving breasts tightly together, he squeezed the turgid length of his swollen cock between them, enjoying the feel of their warm resilience. A barely audible sigh of thrilled delight escaped from between his thin lips as he became aware of the delightfully yielding softness caressing the full length of his solidly swollen shaft. It was as stiff as it would ever be, a massive pylon poking its ruby head from the crevice and pressed solidly against her breastbone.
Jill stared at the tip with wide eyes, more terrified than ever at the sight of it this close to her face. Tears trickled from beneath her lids as she shut her eyes to close out the horrible sight confronting her. She was hoping, praying for some kind of miracle to release her from this nightmare. But as she lay there, she realized the hopelessness of her position. She was completely at the mercy of this drooling madman, and whatever he wanted her to do, she knew she would eventually agree to. Her mind reeled at the thought of having to tell her brother of this. Then it occurred to her that Tom was so far gone, he wouldn't give a damn.
"I'm gonna suck that sweet pussy of yours," Mac told her. "But first I want you to get a whiff of my cock. The next time you smell it, it'll set your juices sizzling, and you'll be hot for me."
"No!" she gasped. "No! Don't do this! I don't want you to do what you said you'd do. Please, please, just let me go."
"You don't want me to lap that pussy of yours?" Mac asked, his eyes wide with amazement.
"No!" she gasped. "I don't, definitely not!"
"Okay," he nodded. "If you don't want your cunt lapped, I won't do it."
"Oh, thank God!" Jill gasped. "Thank God! You mean it, don't you? You'll keep your word?"
"For now," he nodded, his blazing eyes staring at her with abounding hunger. "We'll do something different. like to begin with, we'll make you do the sucking. You can suck my cock! Don't hand me shit about never having done it before. I don't care. I just want you to do it now. Suck it real good, and maybe, if you're good enough, we'll end today's session when I come."
It took a moment for the full momentum of what he was saying to register on her mind, but when his words were clear to Jill, they slammed against her as if she had been stepped on by an elephant.
"You have to be out of your mind!" she gasped, staring cross-eyed at the red tip he was poking at her. "I won't do it! I'll never do it!" she insisted, struggling with what little strength remained to free her naked form from the man's vise-like grip. But his strong, hairy loins pinned her helplessly to the chaise, and she was totally powerless to escape the man.
She suddenly remembered something her brother had once told her. If a man attacked her, hit him where he was most vulnerable. Somehow, she pulled an arm out to the side, balled her hand into a fist, and weakly hit him in the scrotum. Had she had all her strength, it might have been enough to make him leap off her.
As it was, he yelled in agony, his hands immediately clutching at the painfully throbbing sac of his balls. This, at least, made him let go of her for a moment.
That moment was all Jill needed. like a slithering snake, she managed to slip out from beneath him. Her legs hit the floor and she gained some leverage.
Jumping to her feet, she grabbed her clothing and bolted through the house, thinking to reach the front door and somehow get outside. Right now, nothing mattered but safely getting away. She stumbled more than once as she ran across the heavy carpeting in the various rooms, but she finally got to the door. Her hand turned the knob. Locked! She tried turning the little lock on the knob, but it was no use. Above the first lock was a second, double-deadbolt lock, and it required a key on the inside as well as the outside. There was no way out.
"You dumb, stupid little twat!" Mac snapped at her as he stumbled along behind her, still clutching his balls. "Did you think I was that easy to get away from? The next time, you'd better not settle for just hitting me in the balls. You'd better shoot me there, 'cause that's the only way you'll ever stop me."
"Please.. . " she gasped.
"Shut up!" he grimly told her. "Get used to this place, baby. I brought you here for a reason, and that reason was more than just fucking you. You're gonna live here until further notice. You're gonna stay here, jaybird naked, and when I bring guests here, you're gonna show that pretty little ass to them, and they're gonna fuck you, whether it's in your cunt, your mouth, or your ass. Maybe they'll fuck that belly button of yours for all I care. But wherever they wanna fuck you, that's where they're gonna fuck you. What's more, you beggin' them to help you ain't gonna do you a damn bit of good. Get used to bein' my slave, 'cause that's just what you are from this moment on, a slave."
Too frightened to run again, Jill cowered before the muscular body of the hairy man as he lumbered toward her. She awkwardly covered her sparse, golden, V-shaped triangle of hair as well as the pink extensions of her rubbery nipples.
"P-please...oh, please...I-I'm sorry, I'm so s-sorry...I really didn't mean to hurt you...please. . . " she whimpered weakly, her lower jaw trembling as she spoke.
"Cut out that crap, honey. I don't feel pity, not for anyone, especially not for cunts," the man muttered, grabbing her wrist and hauling her into the living room where he hurled her onto a nearby divan. Jill felt the cold material touching her back and she shivered. "You just lay there, and get ready to do like you're told."
Timidly, Jill managed to sit on the edge of the sofa, her knees clamped together in a ludicrous mockery of modesty as the hairy, evil man once again closed in on her. She had her arms once again folded over her chest.
Gripping her painfully by the shoulder, digging his fingers into her soft flesh, Mac pressed hard, knowing he would leave bruises. But as far as he was concerned, bruises seemed to be the only way this cunt was going to learn to behave. She would heal fast enough so she'd be ready when he wanted to offer her to the Dons. With the pressure of his hand, he forced her to the floor, on her knees, making her feel even more debased. Jill knew better than to try hitting him again. She had learned her lesson. The fire in his eyes told her that if she resisted one more time, he would hurt her excruciatingly.
Yanking her by her lovely long, blonde hair, he pulled her face toward his hairy loins, jamming her cheeks flatly against his temporarily limp cock. Her hitting his balls had taken the swelling out of it.
"Ummm mmm phhh hhhhh...rrr phhhhhh. . . "
She found herself unable to open her mouth and say anything as he held her face crushed firmly against him, her lips twitching as they felt the smooth, rubbery head of his flaccid penis.
Jill's stomach tightened in a sudden near-panic as her tongue tasted the saltiness of his leaking oils. He continued pressing the shrunken organ against her mouth, and the idea of doing what he wanted her to do nauseated her.
The burning knot of terror continued to swell in her stomach, and she felt herself on the verge of throwing up. No! If she did that, he'd wait until she was finished and just keep on trying, and she'd taste her own vomit in addition to everything else. Tears of abject degradation and helpless surrender streamed down her swollen cheeks as she realized there was no escape from this horrible act. God! Possibly, had she been in love with the man, she might have considered doing something like this. But with this awful, foul-smelling man it became an act of total debasement. It was more horrible than anything she might have pictured him making her do.
"Stop fighting it," he said to her. "You know what I want, so do it!"
His fingers were intertwined in her lovely blonde hair, twisting the strands around his fingers. He grabbed more hair with his other hand and twisted until her mouth opened because of the pain she was feeling.
"Huuuunnnggghhh!" she gasped.
"Suck it!" he ordered. "Suck it good!"
She pulled her head back a little in spite of the pain of his gripping her hair, and cried, "It smells!"
"So wash it with your mouth!" he laughed. "Suck it and make it nice and clean at the same time."
Jill didn't know what to do. She wanted to beg for mercy, but when her lips opened wider so that she would have been able to plead, Mac wasted no time in swiftly ramming the once-again turgid length of stiff phallus between them. With a hard snap of his hairy pelvis he filled her virginal mouth with the full length of the fleshy, blood-swollen cock. Her cheeks hollowed instinctively, sucking inward as her lips pulled uncontrollably around the shaft. God! She was degrading herself even more than he was shaming her by displaying an innate willingness to suck. But she was unable to help herself. Her tongue pressed against the underside, and her palate felt the scrape of the red bulb on the tip as it now began pushing into her gullet.
"Suck on it, on all of it, you damn bitch!" Mac ordered. "Keep sucking, keep it nice and stiff, baby. If you're real good, I'll give you an extra treat by maybe shooting down your throat."
Jill glanced up at him, her eyes softly pleading, hoping that somewhere in this man there was a spark of decency. But the menacing grin creasing his hard face told her there was no hope for her.
Instinctively, she tried forcing her tongue lower in the hope of keeping it from touching the underside of the heavy staff. But this she found impossible, because the organ was so thick, it filled her mouth to capacity. Her lips, her palate, and her inner cheeks clung moistly to the organ, forcing her tongue against it, as well.
His fingers tightened in her hair as he yanked her head back, pulling his cock out of her mouth as he yelled at her, "Lick it!"
Timidly, Jill touched her previously virginal tongue to the insistently throbbing head of his hard and fleshy phallus. She was terrified of the response she would receive from him. At the mere thought of his emptying his sperm down her gullet, she gagged. It would be the ultimate humiliation. But if she didn't do as he said, he would hurt her and then force her to do it, anyway.
Bloated with pulsatingly hot, throbbing blood, the swollen penile staff continued enlarging and thickening as it stiffened even more. Her tongue was reluctantly caressing the tip again and again. As it began to grow even longer and thicker, Jill became that much more terrified. This time her fright was very real and not just the fear of doing something disgusting. She was afraid the organ, shoved down her pharynx, might strangle her.
Without saying anything, Mac suddenly yanked his cock all the way back with a quick tug of his hips. Jill opened her eyes and looked up at this man who had enslaved her, wondering why he had pulled away just now.
"I told you I had a surprise for you, bitch!" he sneered at her, holding his dilated phallic length with his left hand now, allowing the bloated tip to brush back and forth against her soft lips. "You'll be swallowing a lotta my sperm in the future, but not today, baby. You're a virgin, a real virgin, and I'm gonna find out just how virginal you are. I'm gonna fuck that tight little twat of yours. Now, you gonna do as I tell you, or do I gotta get rough again?"
Jill looked down at the carpeted floor, too humiliated to look him in the eye as he continued to evilly glare at her. "I...can't fight you anymore, Mr. Zephyr," she told him. "I'll do anything you say."
The words coming out of her weak and hoarse, and she was astonished to hear her voice cracking with fear as she admitted to total ultimate surrender. Her only escape was to go along with whatever he wanted for as long as he wanted. She hoped he would tire of her quickly enough. Once he threw her out, she would somehow or other convince her brother to go to a clinic and once again get on the methadone treatment.
"I was gonna fuck you the right way," Mac told her. "But you don't deserve that, considering all the trouble you put me through. So you get up here on the sofa, on your knees, baby, with your ass pointed out."
Shamefully, the helpless blonde obeyed, still unable to look her merciless tormenter in the eye. She involuntarily shivered, then kneeled on the sofa. Her twin, firm buttocks were tightly clenched, like a velvet fist, concealing the forbidden orifice of her puckered little anus. Her defensively clamped thighs also hid the juicy softness of her tender young vaginal slit.
Gripping the round shapes of her firm young buttocks with his two hands, Mac spread them wide apart, shallowing the deep crevice with his thumbs, giving himself an unobstructed view of the taut, muscular ring of her tiny, cringing anus as well as the warm, moist pink softness of her vaginal cleft. Her lips were fleshily puckered, but spread just enough to make him hunger to feel them around his cock.
Jill's slender body tensed like a coiled spring in terrifying anticipation of the pain she knew she would feel. Losing one's virginity was always a painful experience, or so her high school friends had told her. She waited expectantly, certain of the agonies about to invade her body, totally unprepared for what happened next. '
Mac knew women, and he knew it was better to make them like it than to make them hate it. Once they liked it, they became willing enough slaves, and he had to have Jill totally willing by the time she would be ready for the Dons.
Skillfully, the man spread the soft, coral flanges of her vulnerably proffered young vagina, opening wide the hot, wet lips and brushing aside the softly curling blonde hairs that lined the sides of her damply narrow crevice. When the narrow slit was spread a bit wider, exposing the fluted edges of her sodden vaginal portal, Mac slowly lowered his head. He instantly caught the waft of tender fragrance coming from her pussy. She was one clean girl, this one. Yeah, even if she was a virgin, she knew how to take good care of her interior. The Dons would like that. Shit! He sure liked it.
Jill's body stiffened and then cracked like a whip as his tongue made its first, arousing, electric incision against the tautly sensitive, nerve-filled flesh making up her soft inner lips.
"Unnnnhhhh...ohhhhhhhh...Godddddd. . . " the startled young blonde gasped, her lower jaw trembling uncontrollably as Mac's delving tongue probed deeper, deftly investigating her forbidden vaginal regions, bringing shivers of wicked delight coursing unwanted over her obscenely kneeling nakedness. She trembled in violent spasms, blushing a deep carmine with embarrassment. God! She felt so humiliated that this total stranger, this awful, horrible man was capable of bringing such a licentious response from her treacherously rebellious body. The worst thing was, she was powerless to stop her reactions.
Opening her wetly trembling vaginal furrow wider with his thumbs, the man began burrowing his slithering tongue that much deeper into the heatedly juicy slit, poking licentiously into hidden crevices no part of man had ever touched before. Each worming probe of the oral organ brought a new quiver of aroused helplessness to her nakedly wriggling form. Her breasts were mashed against the sofa cushion beneath her kneeling body, and her helplessly exposed asscheeks seemed to lift themselves even higher as if inviting even more of the oral probing. God! She fell so unprotected and vulnerable to his lustful expert plundering.
Mac knew he was good with his tongue. He had lapped enough whores' cunts, though he'd made sure they were properly douched out, first. This snotty little blonde bitch was no different from other women when it came to responding to his lapping. His eyes squinted with wanton anticipation as he thought of his aching, distended penis pounding violently into the ripeness of this iiarrow opening his mouth was now savoring. God! What a pleasure it would be to fill her pussy with his scalding sperm. If she became pregnant it would be her own tough luck. But long before her belly began swelling, he would have used her for his own purposes.
He pushed harder, sinking his nose inside as well as his mouth, letting his handlebar mustache tickle her. Then he slowly closed his sucking lips over the clitoral bud as it extended out to meet him. He knew he had her when she began spasmodically trembling so violently, his hands had to grip her ass to keep her from leaping off the sofa.
Jill was unable to believe what was happening to her. She was aware of her nipples hardening even more, poking very painfully into the roughened fabric of the sofa cushion beneath her. She had no idea what was happening to her. There was no reason for her to react this way. She was turning into an animal, obeying physical instincts in spite of the fact that she hated the man. There was a lust suddenly raging in her she was unable to control. This seemed to make everything seem even worse, because it was one thing to be forced into this. It was something else to fall prey to it and actually want it.
Tauntingly, the lascivious-minded man gripped her clitoris between his lips and played his tongue over it again and again. When she tried pulling away, he managed to snag it between his teeth, feeling the little nubbin stiffen and grow even more. He nibbled on it, licking it more and more roughly with heavy pressure. This only caused the naked young blonde to writhe that much more as she desperately tried her best to escape the agonizing assault on her helplessly seething cunt. In vain, she clenched her rounded asscheeks lightly together, hoping she'd be able to hold off the man's salacious attack. But Mac gripped the moons of her buttocks that much more firmly in his hands, his fingertips biting into the sensitive nakedness that much more painfully when she attempted to pull away. After a while, his fingers were leaving bright-red, crisscrossing welts on her creamy white buttocks.
Jill's eyes were clamped tightly shut, but the tears continued to pour that much more heavily down her cheeks. It galled her that she continued to feel stronger and stronger sensations building in her helpless vagina. It was a raging flame fanned by a man she had learned to hate more than anything in so short a time. Had she known what she was in for, she would have let her brother find some other way to feed his habit.
Smiling widely, enjoying the sight and feel of his victim's naked hips grinding slowly and involuntarily in a quietly steady rhythm, Mac continued to voraciously eat at her feminine trough. He nibbled her clitoris repeatedly.
"Uuuuunnngghh hhhhhh...hhhhaaaa aannnn nn-gggg gghhhh...plllll eeeeaaaaaase. . . , " she moaned again and again, her mouth hanging half-open, her eyes still clenched tightly shut. The tears were no longer falling, but her face was lifted, her hair tossed back, covering her spine and shoulders. "Ohhhh plee-eeaaaa aaaass ssssssee...I can't stand it...I can't stand it. . . you're driving me crazzzzyyy...."
This was obviously the first time she had ever been lapped. Any other woman would have been begging for more. Yeah, as far as Mac was concerned, this one was a virgin, all right.
Pleased with the distress he was causing her, the man stepped up the pace of his hungry oral ravishment of her delectable pussy, his tongue probing ever deeper into her crevice, only to pull out and wash over the extended button of her helpless clitoris. The sensitively fleshy flanges of her seething pussy quivered with no control. He had a tight grip on her vagina, his hands holding her creamy asscheeks perfectly in place, and he was more aware than ever of her naked body shivering spasmodically as her loins wriggled without shame, pressing all the more fervidly against the taunt of his swirling tongue.
Jill's quiveringly up-thrust asscheeks continued grinding that much harder and faster as she shoved her hips back to meet the man's tongue. The delicious feelings invading her had taken such total control of her she found herself automatically responding. In fact, she wanted to respond, by now.
"Damn you, damn you.. . . " she cried out. "It feels so good, so wonderfulll...aaaa aannnn gggggghh hh-hh...but I can't take it any more. Please...please...stop.. . . "
She was choking as rivulets of perspiration ran down the length of her spine and dripped into the widespread furrow between her lovely buttocks.
Mac knew he had the luscious blonde exactly where he wanted her. When it came to a war of him against women, he always won. She was his now, to do with as he pleased. Nothing would stop him, now.
With a single final electrifying nibble, he released his tormenting grip on her lust-swollen clitoris and raised his head to once again look over the helplessly kneeling body of this woman who had become his slave. Her entire torso was a mass of violent quivering, her hips continuing to grind in the same steady rhythm as a low, mournful groan was emitted from her throat.
Jill suddenly realized he wasn't doing it any more. The torment had stopped, but so had the good feeling. Oh God! She had been building to some kind of apex, and now, all of a sudden it wasn't there any longer. She didn't know which was more maddening, his licking of her down there, or his stopping.
Mac's face was smeared with heavy juices, his mustache sodden, but a leer showed his nicotine-stained teeth. Now it was time to give her the coup-de-grace. Standing, he brought his ominous, blood-bloated cock into position, poising it at the fleshy entrance to her heatedly wet, soaking vagina. The weight of the lust-swollen head brushed the pink softness of her hair-lined vaginal lips the littlest bit.
Jill's whirling mind was suddenly snapped back to reality in a flash as she realized only too well what was about to take place. He had humiliated her by forcing his penis into her mouth. Then he had further humiliated her by making her enjoy what he had done to her with his own mouth. Now he was giving her pride a final blow by doing this horrible thing. She wouldn't allow it. No!
"Don't!" she screamed. "Oh God! You mustn't! No!"
Heedless of her tortured outcries, the man wasted no time in pressing the head of his stiffly swollen cock against her vaginal opening. She was so weak, she was unable to move, and he gripped her hips as he began to force his thickness into her.
"Yyyyyyaa aaa nnnnnn gggg gghhhh hh!" Jill shrieked, feeling the weighty organ spread her walls wide, stretching them as never before, causing a new kind of pain.
Mac knew the best way to do this was to do it quickly, just ram it all the way in, as hard as possible. It would pop her cherry quickly, and though there would be pain, it was less pain than if he took his time. Hell! Considering how she had resisted, he ought to have taken his time. But no! The thrill of popping a cherry was so great, he had to do it now.
Jill shrieked with agony as the penis continued spreading her elastic walls wider and wider. She thought the pain she was feeling was all she would feel. It never occurred to her she would feel more. So she was totally astonished and taken off-balance when the penis powered through her hymen as if it weren't there. Torment suffused her features so that she was breathless and unable to scream as one wave of agony after another washed over her.
Totally heedless of her tortured screams, Mac buried the full length of his lust-swollen organ to its hairy base in the wetly clinging heat of her cringing cuntal crypt. He rammed it into her until every last millimeter of cock was inside her tight hole.
He thrilled to the pressure of her softly rippling walls as they made way, washing his cock .with delicious waves of ecstasy. His pulsating length of impatient penile flesh filled her tender young passage totally, spreading her salaciously skewered vaginal lips that much wider as the head of his cock tried reaching even deeper.
"Hhhhhaaaa aauuuu uuwwwwww aaaaaa gggg gg-hhhh!" she cried out in pain, her tender vaginal depths aflame as her persecutor's massive baton pierced her painfully.
"No more...no more.. . . " she begged.
Her cries were fuel for the fire raging in Mac Zephyr, and he began slamming his turgidly aroused penis all the harder into her, bringing it back just a little, then burying it again. Back, then forth, back, then forth.
She was even tighter than Mac had dreamed. He had fucked more cunts in his lifetime than he was capable of counting, but never one like this. She was unbelievable.
With his two hands he reached around her slender thighs and tightly grasped her flat young belly. He hoisted her the littlest bit for even greater penetration. Mac heard the lovely blonde gasp for breath as his pulsating stiffness drove that much deeper into her from behind, filling and re-filling her innocent depths. Yeh! He was in virgin territory all right, and a cunt had never felt so good. It was really something to know he was the first to ever plow into a cunt. Until now, he had never really fully understood how good a guy felt to know he was first. Yeh! Even Mac Zee liked being first. One day he would be first in everything...one day. Right now, the important thing to do was to enjoy what he was doing to the utmost. She was totally penetrated by now, and he aimed to fuck her so solidly, she would never forget him.
"Come on, Jill-baby, don't just stay there. Wiggle that ass of yours and give it back to me! Fuck back, and the pain'll go away and the pleasure'll come in droves! Fuck, damn you!"
The sound of his voice, saying such lascivious words, made the forbidden and obscene excitement raging inside Jill seem that much more intense. The lovely young blonde found herself grinding back that much harder onto the length of his thickly impaling penis. She rocked her full, naked hips from side to side as his conquering phallus buried itself that much more deeply into her, filling her defenseless vagina as never before. Every inward thrust seemed to sink the cock a little deeper and spread her helpless walls a little wider. New ripples of sensation began to fill her as desire took the place of pain. It coursed obscenely through her bent-over body. Her breasts were crushed nearly flat against the sofa cushion beneath her, yet her smoothly rounded buttocks continued waving high in the air, grinding upward to meet his cruelly plundering lunges with a wantonly erotic movement of her own.
His swollenly pulsating penis felt to her like a baseball bat that had been shoved into her, stretching her interior, widening her tender vaginal passageway. But there was no longer any searing pain, merely overwhelming waves of undiluted animal passion that continually swept over her in a surging fiery tide.
Reaching beneath her writhing, sweat-soaked pelvis, Mac pressed his palm against her, lifting her that mud. higher, slamming his stiffened and aching phallus that much deeper into the forbidden and never-before-charted depths of her tautly crushing feminine chalice. His fleshy spear of cock began moving more smoothly now, slipping in and out of her hungrily swallowing vaginal nave almost easily, with just the least hint of delightful resistance. She was leaking heavily, coating his cock with her inner juices, the excess seeping from her clutching cunt lips and trickling down the smooth whiteness of her quaking thighs.
Now he began stroking full length, rocking his hips back until only the bulb-shaped tip of his cock was locked in her cunt, gripped by her tautly straining labia. like a hungrily voracious mouth, her wet vaginal lips sucked on the swollen knob of his anxious phallus, literally slurping it back into the shelter of her aching pussy. Each time he pulled it back, he sensed the reluctance with which her cunt finally surrendered its penile prize. There was no doubt about it, now. He had this woman, totally and completely. She was his to do with as he pleased, and both were only seconds away from total completion.
"Yes, yes, yesss...." Jill hissed through clenched teeth. "Harrrder...harrrder...harrrder. . . pleasee...don't stop now...harrder...keep on doing ittt.. . . "
Mac was well aware the end was close at hand, and with every ounce of strength left in his shuddering body, he pounded all the more violently into the eagerness of her super-hot cunt, gritting his teeth and tightly clenching the muscles of his buttocks in a desperate effort to hold back the seething pain caused by his forcing himself not to climax too quickly.
"Yes...yes...yes...." Jill gasped. "Ohhhhh...I can feel it...I can feel it...I don't know what it is, but I can feel it. . . oooh...yesss ssssss . . . "EEEE-EE YY YY AAAAAIIIIIGGGGGGHHHHAAAA AA-AANNNNGGGG GGHHHHHAAA AAUUUUUW-WWWW WWAAAARR RRRRRRGGGGHH HH-HHAA AAAAAAAANNNNNN GGGGGG HHHH-HH!" she shrieked as sensations she had never known to be in her body suddenly came pouring out of her, invading her extremities and making her feel as if she were shooting lightning from her toes and fingertips.
Slamming his hairy, sweat-drenched pelvis all the more wildly against her grinding buttocks, Mac buried his throbbing penis right up to the balls in the wet, juicy furrow of her sucking cunt.
"YYYYYYAA AAAARRRRRR RRGGGGHHHH HHUUUUNNNN NNNNGGGG HHHHAA AAAA-AA GGGGHHHH HHHHAAAAUU UUUUWW-WWWW AAAAANNNNNGGGGHHHH HH-HHUUUU GGGGGG HHH!" he bellowed, and released a floodtide of seminal fluid inside her the like of which he had never released in his life.
God! This blonde was really something. She brought out everything in him, everything, both the good and the bad. There was something about her innocence that got to him. Soon she would be as hard-bitten as all the other tramps, but until that time.. . .
He pulled out of her cunt and sat on the sofa as she collapsed, belly first. She lay there, panting heavily, ashamed that she should have given way to her feelings, but she knew she was only human, and as such, was unable to stand against the arousal he had built.
"Okay, baby," Mac told her. "That was your first lesson. You paid for the first nickel bag, but only 'cause you were a virgin. It'll take a lot more fucking to pay for each successive fix."
CHAPTER THREE
In the days that followed, Jill discovered what it was like to be a slave in the house of Mac Zephyr. He refused to allow her a stitch of clothing, and for the first few days her self-consciousness stemmed from merely being naked in front of him. In a little while the self-consciousness began to fade because she was constantly fucked by the man. He filled her cunt and her mouth continually with his cock, always bringing her to the point where she actually wanted to go through with it by the time he was inside her. She soon learned she was capable of more than one type of climax. She was able to come with his cock rubbing against little nerve-endings in her throat, so that while she sucked him off, drinking his sperm, she also achieved satisfaction.
He wasn't home for more than half the day, every day, but when he left, he locked her in, and she never knew through which of the three steel security doors he would enter the house, so it was impossible for her to wait with something heavy to hit him on the head. She hated him, hated him with a vengeance, but at least he assured her that her brother was receiving his daily supply. He also assured her that she owed him a helluva lot more than she was paying, and in time, he would see to it she earned every last ounce of the H.
She was therefore surprised when he came home one day bringing another blonde with him. This one was shorter than she, considerably less voluptuous, and it was obvious she was very much more experienced. She felt embarrassed once again at being nakedly revealed to the other blonde, whose name was Laura. Laura was a bit flighty, always smiling, and Jill's nakedness didn't bother her a bit.
Mac refused to explain just why Laura was there, but he had no qualms about undressing and fucking Jill in front of the other woman. This made Jill even more acutely embarrassed, and as a result, she had no orgasm of her own for the first time since being fucked.
Mac sent her to her bedroom when he was finished with her so he was able to talk with Laura, and because she was in such heat, Jill found herself actually fingering her vagina. She lay there on her bed, looking up at her reflection in a ceiling mirror as she continued massaging her clitoris, but she was unable to bring herself to completion. God! It was frustrating!
Mac called to her, and she had to go back down and prepare supper for the three of them. He made her do all the housework, including the cleaning, the cooking, and the washing, though there were no clothes of her own to wash. He had taken her clothes away. The only thing he didn't make her do was take out the garbage.
After supper, Mac left, but Laura stayed behind with Jill.
"Just what do you do for Mac?" Jill asked. "I run one of the many houses that service the soldiers," Laura replied. "Soldiers?"
"What you would call gangsters, hoodlums, the ones who do all the legwork for the higher-ups. Mac brought me here thinking I might be able to give you a few pointers. Maybe I can."
"Such as?" Jill asked, as they walked back up to her bedroom.
"Such as, learning to relax so you can enjoy sex all the time. Many of my girls have to do it while being observed by dozens of people. It doesn't seem to bother them. All my girls come with regularity. That's something you'll have to learn, as well."
"Easier said than done," Jill told her, sitting on the bed while Laura sat in a nearby chair.
The room wasn't large, but it was nicely furnished. It had every convenience, including a private bathroom, though instead of towels there was a huge vent that blew warm air she was able to use after taking a shower. Save for the sheets on her bed, there was nothing Jill might have used to cover herself. But there were grilles on all the windows, so there was no way for her to climb out of the house. She was trapped.
"From the dampness on your bed, I'd say you either took a cold shower after leaving Mac, or you tried masturbating to relieve your tensions," Laura observed.
"Masturbating," Jill sighingly admitted.
"You did the right thing, of course," Laura nodded.
"But I didn't succeed," Jill replied. "I think I'll never be able to be satisfied without using a man."
"That's nonsense," Laura replied, smiling at her. "You can get real satisfaction without a man."
"What are you trying to say?" Jill asked.
An inkling of what Laura was telling her was getting through to Jill. She realized the other woman was talking about a lesbian relationship. Suddenly Jill felt acutely conscious of her nakedness and she wrapped her arms around her body. Rather than be near the bed, she jumped to her feet.
"No," Jill insisted. "I don't want anything to do with that."
Felinely, Laura gracefully stood and approached her, and then the more slender woman almost pounced on Jill with bared claws, forcing the younger girl to sit back on the bed as she stood before her.
"Well, at least you understand what I'm talking about," Laura smiled. "I'm glad I'm not dealing with a stupid woman. You're quite a beauty," Laura went on. "In fact, you're the most ravishingly lovely woman I've ever met. I can understand why Mac enjoys being with you. Now that he's left the two of us alone, I want some of you for myself."
Her hands gently moved down to caress Jill's shoulders, making the younger girl shudder. She rubbed her palms on Jill's throat, then murmured, "Beautiful, absolutely beautiful!"
Before Jill was able to recoil or make another vocal objection, the other woman's small hands were touching her breasts, caressing and massaging, her fingers moving with the knowledge of a person who knows what she, herself, would prefer when a man touched her. She rolled the pink buds of Jill's nipples expertly, making them erect even more instantly than a man's penis might have done. The younger blonde was aware that this was wrong, but then, so had everything Mac Zee had done with her. But as with Mack, Jill found herself unable to draw away from this woman, either. It was as though she were mesmerized, rooted to the spot, held on the bed where she was sitting. There was nothing she was able to do to stop Laura.
"Please. . . " Jill gasped, staring at the lovely, slimmer, smaller woman. "Don't involve me in something like this."
"Don't be foolish," Laura chided. "There's nothing wrong with doing something like this. It gives just as much pleasure as being with a man."
"I-I can't.. . "
"How do you know?" Laura asked.
Not waiting for any kind of answer, Laura was caressing her, and Jill, frightened, leaped to her feet. To her surprise, Laura gathered her in her arms as if she, Laura, were a male lover, and she proceeded to kiss Jill on the mouth, hungrily kissing her, using her tongue to probe into Jill's mouth. At the same time, Laura's hands were busy, swarming over voluptuous curves, feeling the soft, velvety skin of Jill's smooth back as well as the pliant, rounded flesh of her buttocks. She held Jill possessively, as any male might do.
Moments before, Jill would not have believed anything like this was really possible. How could it be that a woman's hands and mouth were making her feel as she did, the same way a man's hands and mouth were able to make her feel? She realized she was accepting Laura's tongue into her mouth, and where, moments earlier, she had thought of Laura as attractive, now she believed her to be positively beautiful. God! It felt so good, but in a different way from the way Mac always aroused her. Mac was always rough, all but manhandling her, whereas Laura's touch was feathery and gentle.
Then Laura was no longer kissing her mouth. She had dipped her lovely head, her hair short and almost boyish in an Italian bob, and she had taken a sensate, coned-out nipple in her mouth, sucking on it.
As Laura sucked on Jill's turgidly extended nipple, the younger blonde felt a sudden surging warmth growing in her body. The glow that emanated from within her seeming to concentrate in the quivering depths of her white belly. Somehow, the tingling sensation in the viaduct between her trembling thighs was singing a prelude to new and forbidden delights. Jill wanted to stop herself, to keep herself from becoming too aroused before it was too late, but even as she thought about it, she knew her body was going to succumb.
Abruptly, Jill managed to somehow steel herself, drawing back and away from the lasciviously salacious mouth that seemed to be draining her of every moral sense she had left. She was on the edge of distraction at this point, moving toward a different kind of relationship than the one she shared with Mac Zee. It was a perverted relationship, and therefore a wrong one. like her relationship with Mac, this one went against the grain of her moral fiber.
"Please. . . " she gasped. "I want you to stop...it's not right...no matter what I was unable to experience previously. If I know Mac, when he comes home tonight, he'll make me suck his cock, and I can usually get off doing that."
"Fuck Mac," Laura insisted. "He's never given a damn about pleasing you, whereas that's the reason why I'm here. So you just relax and let little Laura do what's good," Laura spat almost venomously, letting Jill know that although she, Laura, was here at Mac's instigation, she liked him no more than Jill did. Her beautifully sensuous lips were now twisted with hate.
Never in her life had Jill heard any woman use a four-letter word so casually. It sliced through her like a raw knife with a serrated edge, and she blushed a deep crimson as her jaw gaped and her eyes widened.
Laura was once again leading her to the bed, and this time she was too astounded to protest. The shorter, older woman was talking.
"I've done everything a woman can do with a man, honey. One thing about them. Either they're only interested in themselves, or they're performing, acting, and they expect us to be their admiring audience even if they're unable to satisfy us. Mac is no different from the others, even if he is a fairly good cocksman. He still shits!"
"You're not kidding!" Jill nodded as she sat on the edge of the bed with the older female, not knowing why she was allowing this to continue when every particle of common sense was telling her to bring this to a halt at once.
Laura went on, saying, "The whole trouble with men is their vanity. First, they have to worry about getting it up. Then they have to worry about keeping it up. Their entire sexual existence is dependent strictly on the good old hard-on. Without the erection there's nothing, absolutely nothing."
"But you and I don't have erections," Jill pointed out. "So why in heaven's name do you want anything to do with me?"
"Because you're absolutely beautiful," Laura told her. "The moment I saw you, I knew I had to have you. I really want to make it with you, honey. I guarantee you'll be satisfied."
"But there's no way...I mean without a.. . "
"There is."
"I mean, you...and me...I just can't...not with you.. . "
"Why not?"
"It's just not the same as with Mac. I mean, what he's been doing with me is wrong, too. But I was stupid, and I got myself into that mess. But this...this is something I can stop before it gets out of hand, and the smart thing to do is to stop it, right now."
"Why?" Laura wanted to know. "Just because some preacher, a male preacher at that, tells you it's wrong, you believe it's wrong? Believe me honey, nothing is righter. Give it a chance and you'll discover that love between two women can be a beautiful thing."
Jill found herself moaning again, knowing her body was more than eager to experiment. Laura's fingers were already beginning to race very teasingly along the swelling contours of one of her alabaster mounds, titillating the rich, pink nipple. Feebly, Jill continued to protest, saying, "No...no.. . "
"Yes, yes," Laura insisted.
Very quickly the green-eyed older blonde was on her feet. She stood there, staring down at the sitting Jill, then began removing her own clothing, clothing which, Jill now noticed, seemed more masculine than feminine. It was a slack suit, all green, and by the time Laura came near Jill, she not only had the jacket off, but the blouse and brassiere off, as well.
Wide-eyed and apprehensive, though for some reason unafraid of what would happen next, Jill suddenly leaped off the bed and ran for the door. But at the same time she found herself with her eyes locked on the other woman's small, perfect breasts, breasts that were almost as white as hers. They were round and small, like large oranges, set high on the older woman's chest and very close together in spite of their smallness. Her velvet skin seemed nearly translucent, the bluish tracery of tiny veins giving them a depth that was very intriguing. It was the first time she had ever looked at a woman's breasts and felt sexual urges. But then, she hadn't felt any kind of sexual urges at all until Mac Zee had forced her to put out for him. Desperately she tried dodging past Laura, who had reached the door ahead of her, but Laura advanced on her, and she found herself trapped right back at the bed. At that moment Laura's arms wrapped themselves around her, the fabulous small breasts pressing securely against her own.
"Uuuuunnhh...." Jill gasped as she began to protest. Her protest was stifled in her throat as Laura's soft lips captured hers in a lover's hungry kiss. Against her will she felt herself being forced down on the bed. Little by little she was being made to lie down, and looking up, she was able to see the reflection of all that was happening on the ceiling mirror.
Unable to make another move to save herself from this lesbianic seduction, Jill simply lay there. She looked at Laura, who was standing again, watching as the slenderly beautiful woman began removing her slacks and then her panties. All the while Laura's eyes continued raking the other girl's body as hunger continued to mount in her. Instinctively she knew Jill wouldn't attempt to get away any longer. Mac had done a good job of setting her up, and now she was ready for what Laura had in mind.
As she pulled her own panties off, Laura thought to herself this was one time she was glad to follow Mac Zee's instructions. This was one beautiful female.
Self-lovingly, her hands lifted and began roaming over her own breasts, cupping the small fullness of her rounded mammaries, then gliding slowly down across her belly and over her hips, coming at last to the softly curling hairs of her pubic mound. One of her fingers extended itself and slid into the narrow culvert between her labia, massaging her clitoris, feeling the tingling sensations run through her as the button enlarged to a spikiness. She shivered delicately with the slashing wildfire charging through her shuddering body.
"You are really stunning," she murmured almost to herself as she continued to admire Jill. At this particular moment she was a very happy woman because she was about to add another conquest to her list of women, and this time it was one of those sweetly innocent young females.
At the moment that Laura lay down beside her, Jill was very suddenly galvanized into action. She rolled, moving across the wide bed, away from the other woman, her sensibilities still fighting what had happened.
Her cry was a strangled gasp in her throat. "No...please...don't...I don't want you to touch me.. . . " she insisted, turning on her side, her back to
Laura as she tried rolling off the bed.
But Laura moved quickly, very quickly, and just as Jill was about to get away, she felt two arms surround her, clamping her against the soft front of a feminine body. She turned, trying to writhe free, and in doing so, felt her larger, fuller breasts come into contact with the smaller ones belonging to Laura. Shockwaves went charging through her as she realized, much against her will, she was very much aroused. When Laura hungrily kissed her this time, there was no denying her inner feelings. Uncontrollable lightning was flashing within her shuddering body, and as Laura's hands wandered over her flesh, stimulating her, thrilling her, her own hands were unable to help but feel the soft, sleek curves of the other female's body as it pressed all the more closely to hers.
Their mouths were now stapled tightly together, tongues intertwining, and Jill sincerely believed she was making love to a man. Lower down, Jill felt the thrillingly wonderful undulation of the other woman's pelvis as one pussy rubbed searingly against her own. Oh God! It all felt so good! It was wrong to lie here like this, yet it was heaven. Nevertheless, Jill wondered, how was it possible for two women to genitally make love?
A voice moaned, "Ooooooohhhh...yesss...I love it...I love it...I've never done anything like this before, but I love it." That was when Jill realized it was her own voice that was moaning.
"Don't you worry about a thing, honey," Laura whispered softly in her ear, sending trills tingling up and down her spine.
Their kiss of passion was now broken, and Laura slowly slithered down the length of the lovely younger woman's nubile form, slowly rolling her over onto her back, careful to hungrily continue kissing Jill's nipples, causing a series of uncontrollable fire blasts to explode in Jill's shuddering body. Without being bidden, Jill discovered her hips were grinding in tiny circles against the bed, and her pelvis was humping madly, as if the pelvis on top of it had a penis it was injecting into her.
"Oh God!" the lovely younger girl moaned helplessly.
She was now very much aware of the older woman's avidly teasing mouth as it slowly moved through the narrow defile between her own larger, tingling breasts. The woman's tongue titillated her, darting and lightly touching, tantalizing the ribs, and finally moving into the indentation of her navel. Warm, tiny female hands were forcing her slenderly aching thighs wide apart, and her golden-fuzzed furrow was exposed to the voracious eyes of the older female. Jill felt her labia trembling with anticipation because she knew what was about to take place.
Laura was still moving, sliding between Jill's tantalizing thighs, and then she was lifting Jill's legs under her knees, pushing them back until the fronts of her thighs were mashing against the full swell of her orbs as her nipples all but cut into her kneecaps. Those same soft hands were now caressing her tantalizingly slender inner thighs, while at the same time Laura's anxious lips were continually kissing her, moving ever closer to the gold-rimmed treasure that nestled between her shapely legs.
Well aware of Laura's wonderful intent, all Jill was able to do at that point was moan aloud, her words totally unintelligible. Her mind still had the idea that the moment the other woman's tongue touched her trembling vagina, she would be irretrievably lost, a total pervert. But her body didn't care about perversion. Her body needed satisfaction, and as a result, it all but called out to Laura to continue. Ohh-hhhh hhhh Godilddd uhhhhh!
Then the touch was there! Laura's leaping, expert tongue licked hungrily out, tasting the delicious savoriness of the cunt beneath, lapping contentedly away, slurping the oily juices Jill was secreting, climbing higher and tickling the tantalizing clitoris, sending more intense sensations of lust charging through Jill's brain than Mac's tongue had ever been able to do.
Still, it seemed so very wrong. At the same instant her body was going through all kinds of wonderfully ecstatic rapture, her mind continued inwardly rebelling, making one final attempt at rational thought.
"No...uhhhhh...no...no...no . . . , " she cried out.
Laura's hungry mouth paused for only the barest fraction of a second, leaving Jill's sensation-charged pussy indolently begging for more and more and more. She was speaking, but Jill only dimly heard what Laura was saying.
"Relax honey, relax and just let it happen."
"But it's so wrong...so very wrong!" Jill sobbed.
"The whole goddamn world is wrong," Laura snorted. "Suppose you tell me what, if anything, is right."
"A man I loved doing it to me," she replied.
"You mean it has to be a man's cock to be right?"
"A man whom I loved," Jill reiterated.
"Are you telling me you don't like Mac Zee's cock?"
"No, I'm not saying that. I just don't like the man attached to it."
"But if a cock were making love to you, it'd be more right than what we're doing? Is that what you're telling me?"
"Well, I suppose it would make some kind of difference," Jill tacitly conceded.
"Okay, honey, you want a cock, I'll fix you up with a good, solid cock, a cock that won't quit. A better cock than Mac Zee ever gave you," Laura told Jill, her eyes widely glowing with salacious hunger. "After that, we'll do things my way, all over again."
"I don't understand you," Jill insisted. "What are you talking about? I'm so confused."
"It's simple, honey. You like sex with a cock. Well, I'm going to get a cock and do the honors."
Quickly Laura leaped off the bed and went to the door. She left the room for a moment, and Jill wondered what she was up to. When she returned, she was holding something in her hand.
"I always keep Buster here in my purse, just in case I'm alone somewhere and I need a good fuck."
Jill was unable to see exactly what it was Laura had because it was in a long box. Laura returned to the bed, her luscious figure delightfully undulating as she walked. When she reached the bed, she opened the box and unwrapped something from sanitary cloth. At first, Jill thought Laura had castrated someone.
"It's called a dildo," Laura explained. "It's made of life-like rubber and it does one helluva job. Think it's big enough to satisfy you, honey? I know it's longer and thicker than Mac Zee's cock."
"It's immense," Jill agreed. "But are you thinking of using that on me?"
"You'd better believe it, honey. You wanted a cock, so you're getting one."
"But...I mean.. . . "
Staring with amazed eyes, Jill watched as the woman who wanted to be her lover strapped the artificial organ onto her, wrapping the straps around her waist and thighs in such a way it suddenly began to look like an extension of her. The rubber phallus stood straight out, a perfect reproduction of a man's hardened penis. The rubber base was flat and more-or-less nestled against the lips of Laura's cunt, creating the illusion the cock was actually growing out of Laura's fulcrum. Nevertheless, there was a definite ludicrousness to the entire thing. The solid maleness of the artificial cock in contrast to the soft womanliness of Laura would have been almost laughable, save for the fact that Jill's need for sexual satisfaction was becoming overpowering. There was no time to consider the humorous aspects of it.
At the moment, Laura was squeezing a water soluble jelly from a tube onto the shaft of the massive substitute penis. The jelly tube had been in the box along with the penis, and now Laura put the knob back on the tube and returned it to the box. Then she crawled back onto the bed where Jill sat upright with her legs out in front of her and made Jill lie down as she positioned herself between the younger woman's slender, tender thighs, covering the entire dildo with jelly.
Jill simply lay on her back, impatient and tense, curious to see what differences she would feel between the rubber dildo and the thickness of a man's cock. She waited, knowing that at any moment the massive dildo was going to enter her, her mind already envisioning precisely how the instrument would penetrate. It occurred to her that if she'd had such an instrument in the room, she probably would have used it herself to gain satisfaction after Mac had finished with her, leaving her unsatisfied.
It suddenly seemed all right, as if this were the most natural thing in the world. After all, it really wouldn't make that much difference whether she was the one shoving the rubber contrivance into her vagina, or having it stabbed into her searing oven by the flexing of Laura's anxious hips.
Without realizing it, she spread her thighs a bit wider, anxiously expectant, really wanting to feel it, now. Her mind continued to warn her this was wrong, but her body quivered for it, and her body's needs were stronger than her mind's warnings. She rationalized that if this were wrong, so was what Mac Zephyr had done to her. Doing wrong was like killing, in a way. Until it happens the first time, it's horrible. After that, the rest comes naturally.
"Remember," Laura reminded her, hovering over her. "After this, you have to allow me to lick that pussy of yours, as well. Believe me, you'll like it much more than if Mac does it. I have my own way of doing things."
Jill didn't even want to think about it. Wrong though it might be, that was something in the future. All she cared about now was that which was going to take place in the present.
She gasped as she felt the huge, cock-like instrument touching her labia as Laura began guiding it forward. The rubbery length of it was sliding up and down her narrow feminine furrow, the tip touching her clitoris repeatedly, driving her even more wild with desire. It lacked the warmth of a real cock, but otherwise, even to the texture, it seemingly felt the same.
"Aaaaannnnhhhhhhh hhhh...Godddd dddduhhh-hh hhhhhh...do it! Put it inside me, please, shove it in," she begged, lifting her grinding hips to the artificial organ.
"like this?" Laura asked, smiling, looking down into her face, slowly pushing the prosthetic cock into the narrow defile between Jill's tantalizing thighs.
"Hhhhhhaaauuu uuuunnnnnngg gggggghhhh! It's going to tear me apart!" Jill moaned.
"No it won't," Laura assured her. "You'll be able to stretch just enough to handle it."
As the dildo continued sliding into the narrow tightness of her feminine scabbard, Jill, feeling herself being stretched beyond belief, tried hard to recoil away from it. The great girth felt as if it would rip her right up the middle. Once again, save for the lack of warmth, it felt like the real thing, but for the fact that it was in no way flexible. Jill knew that Mac Zee's cock, even at its hardest, had some natural flexibility about it, in addition to the pulsing heat that continually throbbed inside it. It twitched inside her as if it had a living heart with a vibrant life that was somehow or other missing from the rubber reproduction now entering her body.
Jill shut her eyes tightly, closing out the sight of the woman above her, letting her imagination take complete control so that she was able to picture that which was entering her as being real. Yes, it was Mac Zee's cock. It had to be Mac's because she had never known any other penis, and she felt a mixture of fright and delight as it continued driving into her, cleaving her furrowed interior so completely.
Above her at that moment, Laura, knowing she had total control of Jill, began flexing her hips, moving them back and forth, imitating the fucking motions of a man when his cock is buried in the treasure trove of a woman. She smiled her own secret smile of triumph. Jill was as much hers as she had ever been Mac's. Before the evening was out, Jill would be totally initiated the way Laura wanted her. It was also what Mac wanted, since he expected Jill to be capable of pleasing women as well as men.
Laura began thrusting deep and hard, sending the dildo far up into the narrowness of the shuddering vaginal tunnel she was invading, while beneath her, moaning unceasingly, her hips continually undulating up and down against the rubbery hardness of the thrusting dildo as she fucked back wildly, Jill Caldwell was riding a rocket to unexpected sexual heights, feeling much as she did when being fucked by a real cock.
"Ohhhh hhhh...Godddd uhhhh hhhh...drive it deep, drive it hard," she pleadingly whined. "Don't stop. . . "
Her moans were stopped by the hungry mouth of the older blonde. Laura leaned down and kissed her, and Jill accepted the other woman's thrusting tongue, sucking and chewing on it, nibbling it wantonly as it surged in and out of her mouth, following what the dildo was doing in the cavernous tightness of her steaming pussy. Spurred on by the lovely girl's imploring cry, Laura smiled and plunged the rubber cock in and out of the helpless younger woman's cunt as wildly as any man might have fucked her.
It was working all too well. The interior of Jill's aching pussy was unable to distinguish between what was real and what was unreal. All her interior nerve-endings required was the proper stimulation, and the dildo was giving her just that.
Jill's body was writhing, responding even more wildly than Laura had anticipated. Her eyes were glazed and her breath was coming in short pants. In just a few more fractions of a second she knew she was going to climax. It would be as good as anything Mac Zee had brought on. The organ rummaging through her was definitely as good, in her own mind, as a male appendage as it continued moving in and out of her.
Abruptly, she began convulsing, her climax breaking over her like waves slamming against rocks. Her thrilled and ecstatic body was happily accepting what she was feeling, reveling in it, enjoying every last moment of its existence.
Internally, she was all wound up, wriggling and squirming, and she knew that one orgasm wouldn't be enough. Though she had been content to enjoy one with Mac Zee all the times he'd fucked her-except for the last time-she realized Laura was about to bring her to a second culmination, and she steeled her body to accept it. A full-throated scream came issuing from her mouth as she hurled her hips solidly against the pistoning of the rubber penis. She released more of her sexually pent-up tension as the second climax charged through her shuddering body.
Waves of delightful euphoria continually washed over her shuddering form, and the quivering of her lovely body became less and less violent. She felt her heart heating at a fantastic rate.
Opening her eyes, she found herself staring up into the cool eyes of the older blonde, eyes that were watching her reactions closely. She was aware of the soft fullness of Laura's smaller breasts as they pressed firmly against her shuddering body. She was covered with perspiration, both her own and that of the other woman. Little by little her shuddering became less and less as her heartbeat began slowing down.
"You really dug that, didn't you," Laura said, smiling at her, aware of how good Jill felt.
"I loved it," Jill admitted. "I never knew a woman was capable of making me feel so good. It was almost as if you were...a man."
'This is only the beginning," Laura assured her. "Wait until I show you how good it is when it's done woman-to-woman."
Laura rolled off the younger woman after withdrawing the dildo from inside her. The rubber organ was covered with Jill's secretions. Laura untied it from around her hips and belly, and she took it to the private bathroom where she wahsed it off thoroughly, then rewrapped it in its sanitary cloth, and put it back in the box from which she had taken it. She purposely did this in order to give Jill time to relax and enjoy her after-climax. A double orgasm was enough to exhaust anyone. But when she saw Jill stretched out on f'. .e bed, lethargic and ready to fall asleep, she said, "Come on, honey. Let's you and I go on to phase two."
Jill, still in the throes of her ecstatic double-release, turned her head to look weakly at her female lover.
She feebly gasped out, "Please, Laura...that is your name. . . , " and Laura nodded. "Please...let me rest. I feel so good, so relaxed.. . "
"No! The one thing we definitely will not do is wait," Laura told her. "I've already given you a double dose of what you wanted. Now it's my turn to get what I want. Believe me, one of the things you're going to have to learn is to enjoy sex at all times, even when you're tired. Mac's plans for you include certain non-stop sessions. So you'd better start attuning your body to it."
At the mention of Mac Zephyr's name, Jill felt a chill invade her body, reminding her she was a slave in this man's house, subject to his whims. For a brief instant in time, being with Laura had helped her forget about Mac Zee and his cruelty.
With a swift expertise Laura hopped onto the bed where Jill lay, straddling her face with her thighs while her own face hovered over the leaking pussy of the other woman. She stared at the rich quantity of balm her "fucking" had brought from Jill's cunt.
Jill found herself staring up into the wide-open slit of the older blonde. For the moment, she was startled. The demanding pussy was hanging there, mere inches above her face. She ought to have been repulsed by it, but by now she understood that almost all the things she had thought of as perverted eventually turned out to be deliriously enjoyable. The scent coming from Laura's perfumed interior filled her swelling nostrils, and she realized she was salivating. No wonder Mac Zee had his urge to lick her cunt all the time. She looked at the sparse pubic hair surrounding the light-pink lips, while above the cunt was a hairless little anus winking lasciviously at her, inviting her to taste the pussy below. Laura's pussy, Jill noticed, was sodden with her own lubrication, and Jill realized that while Laura had seen to it she, Jill, had enjoyed a double climax, Laura had not had anything. The inner lips were contracting with mad pulsations, and Jill knew what was expected of her without having to put her thoughts into words.
A swivel-hipped writhing brought the older woman's leaking cunt firmly down against the younger blonde's face. At the same time, Laura buried her own mouth in the steaming tunnel belonging to Jill.
For a moment Jill wanted to scream she was so frightened. No matter how arousing the sight of the other woman's vagina had appeared, the idea of licking it with her own mouth was something for which she had not been prepared. For a moment she was hysterical, believing Laura was going to suffocate her. Then she felt the gently flicking tongue as it licked with expertness against her relaxed clitoris. She was still ultra-sensitive, and the touch of the tongue down there brought her cunt vibrantly to life. A moan of total surrender issued from her mouth as delightful sensuality rippled through her entire naked frar.e, and without thinking about it any longer, physically feeling the need to respond, she probed with the tip of her tongue experimentally applying it. Unerringly her tongue-tip sought out, and found the throbbing button that looked like a mini-phallus. The taste of it, salty, yet sweet, was arousing, and she began licking more and more boldly.
Dipping her searching tongue into the soddenly wet warmth of the older woman's vaginal orifice, Jill found the pungent flavor more and more to her liking. Feeling the way the other woman was lapping her, she followed Laura's lead, becoming bolder, discovering how dexterous she was in the way she sucked and licked the waiting vaginal tunnel. Laura's hips were already writhing up and down in response to the way she was lapping, and the labored breathing of the woman on top of her told Jill how successful she was in making Laura feel what she, herself, was once again feeling. God! It was all so delightful and deliciously sensual as her arousal became more and more complete with the passage of seconds. She found herself ascending to new and higher plateaus of desire, where orgasm seemed imminent, and yet out of reach. God! She didn't want it to stop, not now, not ever.
Together, the two women climbed even higher in their desire for enjoyment as their lashing tongues hungrily probed and their hands wandered over one another's bodies very freely. Both gasped out thrilling mewls of pleasurably delightful joy.
Jill was mumbling words into the sodden depths of the other woman's shuddering pussy, her sounds seemingly echoing in the vaginal tunnel. "Uuuuuu-mmmmmphhhhhh! Goood! So good! Don't stop! Don't ever stop! Keep licking me like that...yessssss...ummmmmmmm...ooooooohhhhhhh.. . "
In turn, she heard a muffled voice churning in the center of her own vagina, as Laura replied, with a loud, long moan, "That's right, Jill...aaaannnnhhhh...keep it uppp...don't stop...you learn fast...eat, honey, eat me good!"
The two of them mutually took and received, their limbs intertwining with one another in the sixty-nine position, each eating the other one's vagina with her lapping, sucking mouth. The sexual tension in their trembling bodies was building to newer and greater heights, causing them to all but chew on one another's sensitive areas they were so violently aroused. As if it had been ordained, the pair of them reached the apex of their sexual completion as one.
Jill felt it start for her in the long, violent shuddering convulsions that quaked through her body so wonderfully that the intensity of the orgasm caused her legs and pelvis to jerk and twitch spasmodically as wave after overpowering wave of welcome release surged through her for the third time in less than a half hour. It was a rhapsodic symphony of thrilling sensuality, leaving her satiated beyond belief. She didn't recognize the sound of her own voice as she bellowed into the depths of Laura's pussy, "HHHH AAAA IIII YYYY YYYY AAAA NNNN GGGG HH-HHAAAARRRR GGGHHHAAANNNGGGHHH."
Directly above her, at the same time, Laura was grinding her demanding vagina firmly into the face of the younger blonde, moving with totally uncontrolled and wild abandon, her voice totally muffled as it pressed into Jill's feminine center, sounding to Jill as if it came from a great distance away.
Laura collapsed, rolling from her topmost position onto the bed's counterpane. She somehow managed to reverse herself and stretch out beside her new conquest, knowing that in the future Jill would have no qualms about pleasing another female. She clamped her soft mouth to that of Jill in a long, soul-searching kiss that was filled with all kinds of future promises.
Jill kissed back, her own arms wrapping themselves around the older, smaller woman's body. Their breasts and thigh-fronts clamped ecstatically together, and each woman was able to taste the essence of her own loins from the mouth of the other.
"Now can I rest?" Jill gasped.
"For a little while," Laura told her. "Then I have this marvelous vibrator we can use on each other to send us really climbing the walls. Believe me, it'll make a man's cock seem like nothing."
"I believe you," Jill nodded.
"One thing," Laura said. "You be careful of Mac. He's a mean one. He's ambitious and one day hopes to head his own Family. He'll use you or me or anyone to attain what he wants. Just be careful and don't cross him, because he's a bad one."
CHAPTER FOUR
"I'm gonna make you a rich girl, Jill-baby," Mac said to her the following morning, after she had come down and prepared breakfast for him.
"What are you talking about?" Jill asked.
"Here," Mac told her. "Sign these bank account cards. You're gonna have a whole host of bank accounts all over the city."
"What are you talking about?" Jill asked again.
"Just sign," Mac insisted, dropping the cards in front of her.
Jill signed, too afraid not to. She didn't understand what was going on, but knew better than to cross Mac.
Later that night, Mac returned to the house and showed her a series of bank books. She leafed through them and found amounts totaling more than a quarter of a million dollars.
"But why?" she asked.
"It's really my money," he replied. "I'm skimming a little, right off the top, but the organization doesn't know it. What's more, they'll never be able to prove it. I'm keeping the dough in your name, in case they go around checking banks they'll see I don't have anything stashed. They'll never connect you with me, because I haven't given your name to anyone except Laura, and she has instructions to keep her mouth shut."
"Just how much of this is supposed to be really mine?" Jill asked.
"None of it," Mac told her. "Don't worry, when I cut you loose, I'll give you some dough to carry you over. In the meantime, your brother keeps getting his nickel bag a day."
"I'm not worried," Jill replied, and for the first time realized she no longer cared what happened to her brother. He was in his own heaven, shooting skag, not even asking about her. He no longer gave a damn.
"Hey," Mac snapped at her. "Don't forget, I'm not only supplying your brother, but I'm also paying the rent on that cruddy apartment you have in the hotel. You owe me, baby. You owe me a lot. What's more, starting tomorrow, you're gonna start payin' off."
"What are you talking about now?" she asked, somewhat exasperated.
"You still have that sweet little virginal look about you," he told her. "I've got me a Don who -likes nice society virgins. You're about to become Miss Jill Caldwell of the California Caldwells, a genteel lady. I even bought you some genteel clothes. It wouldn't do for a Don to know you been kept here totally naked for the past two weeks, would it?"
"No, it certainly wouldn't," Jill sneered.
"I'm glad you see things my way, baby. You just keep on doing what I tell you to do. All your bruises are gone. Your flesh is all white. That's good. Tomorrow evening, you and I are going out to his house. All you gotta do is let him fuck you. You tell him anything about the past two weeks, and he'll just laugh and think I'm playin' a joke on him, but I'll tear your head off, after. So you behave, baby. You got me?"
"Yes," Jill nodded.
"Good, I'm glad we understand each other. You go and watch TV or something. I'm not gonna use you tonight. Gotta save that cunt of yours for Big Jim."
CHAPTER FIVE
James "Big Jim" Mordente was the head of one of the five big Families in the Long Island area. His Family was distantly connected with one of the larger New York City Families.
Jill, dressed in a pink dress of delicate muslin and lace, a dress that flared widely at the bottom, now stood in front of the huge home the man had in Bridgehampton. There were "soldiers" all over the place, guarding the entrance, sitting on second story balconies, all quiet, all carrying weapons, though Jill didn't see any of them.
Jill and Mac were ushered into a wide foyer, and from there were led into a long, white dining room with a marble table. At the other end, sitting by himself, though with two "soldiers" keeping an eye on him from within shooting distance, was Big Jim. He was about six-feet-two-inches in height, but he had a long face which created the impression he was much taller. Though he had his front teeth, a lot of his side teeth were missing. His face was craggy, pitted, as if he had seen a lot of rough handling. like Mac, he was dressed in a tuxedo with black tie, and he heartily welcomed Mac and Jill to his home. When he spoke, he had a deep, almost sonorous voice, addressing Mac as pal and Jill as honey.
They sat at the long marble table and were served a spicy Italian meal loaded with veal and peppers and sausage. Big Jim thought nothing of belching more than a half-dozen times.
'"So you're from California," he said to Jill while they were enjoying some cappuccino.
"Yes," she nodded, after Mac had kicked her foot under the table.
"A real deb, eh?" he smiled.
"Y-yes," Jill nodded.
"Tell me, what's a deb like you doin' hangin' around with a rough character like Mac?"
Jill felt ice running through her veins. She didn't know how to answer a question like that. But from the burning look in Mac's eyes, she knew she had damn well better answer it to the Don's satisfaction.
"Mac and my brother are good friends," she told him, finally. "When I moved from California to here, my brother asked Mac to look out for me. He's nice enough to take me out when he sees truly significant and important people."
Big Jim liked that. He enjoyed hearing himself called important, and he smiled his semi-toothless smile and settled back in the chair.
"Tell me," he said, "is there anything between you and Mac?"
"Pardon?" she asked.
"I mean, do you and Mac have a thing going?"
"Heck no," Mac broke in. "She's the sister of a friend. Certain women are deserving of respect. Jill is one such woman. If any man came near her in that way, he'd have to answer to me."
"Good, very good," Big Jim nodded. "Do you like flowers, Miss Caldwell?"
Mac kicked her again, and Jill nodded, forcing a smile on her face as she said, "Y-yes. I like flowers very much."
"Would you like to see my garden?"
"Oh, why of course," Jill nodded.
"Good. Mac, you stay here and enjoy some brandy."
"Sure thing, Big Jim," Mac nodded.
Jill rose and walked with Big Jim to the rear of the huge house where he ushered her out through a pair of French doors onto a stone patio. From here, he led her into his garden, which, at this time of the year had not really begun to bloom. It was a bit chilly, and Big Jim gallantly took off his tuxedo jacket and put it on Jill's shoulders.
'Thank you,' she nodded.
He led her along a garden pathway until they came to a hot house. Taking her inside, he showed her the orchids he was cultivating.
"So you're still a virgin," Big Jim said, taking Jill totally aback.
"What?" she asked.
"I know, I'm direct," Big Jim said to her. "I have to be. L don't have time to play around and try courting and offering all kinds of small talk. Are you really a virgin?"
"Y-yes," Jill lied.
"Still got a cherry?" he wanted to know.
"What?" she asked pretending not to understand.
"You know, that thing in your cunt that isn't broken until you get laid."
"It.. .uhhh...broke some years ago, while I was playing tennis in California," she lied. "I remember having to go to the doctor because I was suddenly bleeding."
"Yeah, yeah, I can understand that," Big Jim nodded. "Tell me, does a girl like you think a guy like me is attractive?"
This was almost ludicrous. This man, just by snapping his fingers, was capable of having any one of a thousand different beautiful women. Yet here he was, talking like some shy beau to her because he believed she was a high society virgin.
"You're very masculine," she told him. "A girl -likes that in a man."
"I like that," Big Jim nodded. "I like that a lot. You ain't trying to come onto me by telling me I'm handsome, or anything like that. Good! But is a guy who looks like me good enough for a girl like you?" he wanted to know.
"What are you talking about?" she asked. "Surely not marriage."
"Nah! I ain't the marrying kind. I'd just make life hell for any chick I married. I'm lookin' to, well, you know, screw."
"Please!" Jill gasped.
"Hey, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to shock you," Big Jim said to her. "But you really turn me on. You're kinda like what I always pictured a society chick should look like. Look, bein' a virgin ain't such a big deal in today's society. like you said, you lost your cherry, so who's gonna know whether or not you put out for someone."
"What are you trying to say?" she asked.
"I wanna fuck you," he told her. "Look, I know you're special, so I ain't gonna insult you by offerin' you money or gifts."
"Don't say it," Jill insisted, putting a hand on his arm. "I admit to a certain attraction for you. I'll do what you want, but in return, I want something, too. What I want is not really a gift. I just need some protection. In fact, I don't want you to tell Mac about it. He'd just take it away from me, telling me I'd hurt myself."
"Whatcha talking about?" Big Jim asked.
"I want a gun," she told him.
He looked at her with amazement on his face.
Finally he nodded, saying, "Why not?"
"But Mac isn't to know, not at all. It has to be a small gun.. "
"Hey, honey, you put out for Big Jim, and Big Jim'll put out for you. Anything you want, anything at all."
"Just a small gun," she insisted.
"Why not! Now suppose we go inside to a bedroom where things are more comfortable. I have a feeling Mac'll be watching TV or something and he'll never know."
"Okay," she nodded, exhaling, realizing this would be the first man she was bedding down with other than Mac. Not that he was that bad to look at, but he certainly wasn't the kind of man she would choose had this really been on a voluntary basis.
He led her in through the French doors and up a back staircase. The bedroom to which he brought her was rich, but gaudy. The furniture looked like something from the Ottoman Empire, all red and gold and gray. As in her room, there was a mirror on the ceiling reflecting everything. Big Jim went in for all the refinements.
"Off with the dress," Big Jim said in a commanding voice.
He was shutting the door as she stood facing him. She knew better than to argue with him. Slowly, her hand went to her side zipper and she pulled it down. Then she tugged the dress over her head. Now she stood in front of the man, clad in brassiere, half-slip, and stockings which Mac had insisted she wear. Her thighs felt cool.
"You got a nice body," Big Jim nodded. "Now shuck the rest of the clothes. I like looking when a chick takes things off."
Her fingers, stiff with apprehension, nevertheless plucked at the elasticized waistband of her half-slip, freed it from her middle, and pushed it downward. It joined her dress on the floor. Beneath the half-slip were pale-pink panties, and next to her skin, a pale pink garter belt supporting her stockings. It was obvious Jim liked the garter belt and let his eyes linger on it. No wonder Mac had insisted on stockings.
"Take off the panties," he told her. "Leave the stockings and the garter belt on."
"I don't know...." she said, pretending to be frightened, though she was more irritated at the idea of doing anything with this man than afraid.
"Down!" Big Jim insisted.
"Helplessly, Jill repeated her action with the panties that she had performed with her slip, freeing the elastic waistband from her stomach, skinning the snug-fitting bikini panties from her rounded rear-end, and guiding them down her thighs to the floor She stood in three-quarter profile, giving the Mafia Don only a partial view of both, her golden-bearded vagina and the plumpness of her bottom.
Big Jim smiled, certain his masculinity was making this conquest.
"Come over here and let me feel that lovely ass of yours, honey," he said to her.
He was sitting in a large chair now, and she walked over to him, shivering a bit from apprehension as well as coolness.
"Turn around, baby," he muttered, enjoying the sight of her below-the-waist nudity save for the garter belt and stockings.
When she did as he had instructed, she was aware of his hands at once as they stroked her bare flesh, caressing at first, then strongly palpitating each heavy buttock in turn against the palms of his hands, squeezing them, fondling them, continually manipulating the fleshy spheres. No doubt about the fact that he was turned on by nice asses. He continued teasing her buttocks, sending warmth charging through Jill, and soon her legs were trembling with a certain desire, some of which was built because of his insistence she not look at him and face away while he kept playing with her buttocks.
Big Jim noticed her arousal and he smiled, asking, "Tell me, honey, do you like what I'm doing?"
"Yes," she nodded. "I'm only human, and it does feel good."
Her voice was already quavering as the man's hands spread her rear cheeks much the way Mac had done that first night she had been with him. He allowed his fingers to invade the crevice between her buttocks, saying, "By God! You society dames are different. You smell different, you feel different, you act different."
Jill knew it was all in the man's imagination, but she would be the last one to tell Big Jim he was being hoodwinked. What she wanted was that gun.
One of his fingertips traced the indentation of her ass from top to bottom, running across her anal pucker, and the lovely blonde slowly allowed her knees to separate along with her thighs, revealing more of her dripping vaginal interstice to the man. Inwardly, she she asked herself what kind of slut she had become to simply enjoy being manhandled by just any man. In fact, the man touching her at this moment was a grinning demon, yet she was responding to him.
"Yeah, baby, you're more than human," the Don told her, still continuing to play with her delightfully pliant and ultra-sensitive marble-white asscheeks. "What's more, I'm going to show you just what you've been missing by staying a virgin. Now turn around so I can get a feel of that hot cunt of yours."
Jill slowly turned around, closing her eyes as the hand that had been teasing her naked bottom patted her sleekly flat belly before slowly beginning to drift downward. Fingers tightly entwined themselves in the sparse blonde pubic curls. He tweaked her labia the littlest bit, nothing how tight her cunt looked, which was amazing considering the abuse it had undergone.
Jill's breath quickened more than a little as the man's hand pushed its way between her unresisting thighs. He rubbed his palm flatly against her labia as she spread her legs even wider.
"Ohh!" Jill gasped. "I never knew anything felt this good."
Though she liked it, she knew that by letting Big Jim know she liked it, and that she supposedly had never had anything like this done to her before, she was making him feel more important by the moment. The better he felt, the more certain she was of getting that gun, and she was willing to do anything for that.
He was massaging her entire pouting-lipped feminine fissure, and then the palm pulled back and was replaced by a probing finger that began tantalizing and teasing the inner surfaces of her sex orifice. Then the finger was removed as well, and Jill realized she was quivering because of the loss of it.
Jill had become a slave to her body. Perhaps at some time in the future, love would enter her life, but for the moment, her body was simply a slave to its physical desires. Sex, which she'd had nothing to do with prior to meeting Mac Zee, now predominated and controlled her. She shuddered, realizing what she had become. She was worse than a whore. A whore, for the most part, felt nothing. A whore was in it strictly for the money, and once a trick was finished, a whore was able to walk away and not feel a thing. But Jill was totally addicted to sex. She needed it as badly as her brother needed heroin.
"Open your eyes, honey," Big Jim said to her.
When Jill did so, he was holding up his finger for her to inspect. She saw it shining with her own sexual secretions. A burning flood of rosy color invaded her cheeks. He knew, to a certain extent, how aroused she was, too. What he didn't know was that she had become Mac Zee's personal tramp. To him, she was one hot virgin who was long overdue for some cock. Well, why the devil should she fight it. Why not simply relax and enjoy it all? She was unable to help herself, so let it happen. But a moment later, she discarded the terrible thought. This was the way her brother thought when it came to heroin.
"I'm gonna ask you to do something you might think horrible," Big Jim said to her. "But this is something women do for men all the time. You don't have to do it, you being new to this. But I'd sure like it if you did."
"If it doesn't hurt too much, I'll do it," she told him.
"Nan, this ain't gonna hurt at all," Big Jim assured her. "But a pure kid like you might not cotton to the idea."
"like I said, if it doesn't hurt too much, I'll do it. You're a very persuasive man," she told him, meaning that she was terrified of him in spite of his belief that she was almost untouchable high society. But she knew he took it to mean she was awed by him.
"I want you to take my prick out of my pants, and then I want you to put it into your mouth and suck on it."
He said it with such a straightforward candor, Jill almost laughed. It was an order, but not in the demanding tone Mac Zee always used. He was mocking her as his hand traced the outline of the bulge of his crotch, but in an inoffensive way, as if to say he still respected her as much as a man like him was capable of respecting any woman.
"What should I do first?" Jill asked, pretending to know nothing.
"Kneel down and open my zipper," he insisted.
Two weeks ago, the thought of doing something like this would have nauseated the lovely blonde. Now she was freely salivating at the thought. Her eyes were locked on the front of the man's pants, and she knew he was really built big from the size of his bulge. Inwardly, she hated herself for not feeling horrified at the thought of sucking a cock. Her vibrant cunt was now a twitching mass of unfulfilled desire, and she knew that by sucking on a cock she might be able to assuage the hunger inside her.
Dropping to her knees, she crawled between the man's parted thighs as he remained seated in the easy chair. She kept telling herself she was doing this to keep Mac Zee from hurting her, but the truth was, she was doing this because she wanted to do it. She was actually eager to look at the length and breadth of another man's penis.
Big Jim was staring over her shoulder as the lovely blonde knelt in front of him, Jill turned, and she saw the opposite wall, like the ceiling, was mirrored, and the man was able to see just about everything she was doing. Her plumped-out buttocks stood roundly clear, totally naked save for the thin strips of the garter belt she was wearing. She knew Big Jim would be able to watch all the mirrors and see every little wriggle in her shuddering body. The thought sent a tremulous thrill coursing wildly through her aching body. Anxiously, she reached out and unzipped him.
"Yeah," Big Jim nodded. "I like looking at asses even when they're facing away from me. Go on, honey, do your thing. It'll come really natural, you'll see."
She was looking at his crotch again, the zipper now pulled all the way down. Gently, carefully, as if unsure of what she was doing, she reached into the open hole, her fingers finding the opening to his shorts, as well. Even before she pulled it out, she knew it was both longer and thicker than the organ sported by Mac Zee. Her fingers closed around the massive erection, and she finally brought it out into the light. She stared at it. It looked different from Mac's, and different from the dildo. It had more skin on it, a foreskin much like her brother's. The ruby head was halfway out of the skin, blunt and powerful in appearance, and the circumference of the cock was almost as great as that of the dildo Laura had used on her. Ever s; ice Laura had fucked her with it, Jill had never been able to get quite as much pleasure from Mac Zee's cock.
"Come on, baby, suck it!" Big Jim gasped, staring at what he believed to be a virginally innocent face that appeared aghast at the length and breadth of him.
Jill lowered her lovely head, ashamed, not of what she was doing, but of the fact that she so looked forward to doing it. She was mortified by the knowledge that even without the man's telling her what to do, she ached to do it. Her tongue tentatively licked out as if unsure of itself for the moment, making Big Jim more anxious than ever, and then it lapped at the blunt tip a few times as if trying it out for taste. The masculine essence of him was transferred to her taste buds, and she began smacking her lips.
"Suck on it, suck on it!" Big Jim begged.
She ovaled her mouth and looked at him for approval. He nodded his head, and she lowered her face, moving her oral opening forward over the fleshy rod, hooding it as the foreskin slipped back. She moved the massive head between her widespread lips several times, making it slippery with her saliva, swirling her tongue around and around the rampant organ.
Above her head, she heard Big Jim sighing deeply.
"You got a natural knack, honey, you really do. God! You're better'n the three-hundred-dollar-a-night twat I sometimes bring in here. Yeah, you got a mouth that suits my cock just fine."
Jill barely heard the man. Her mind was totally enraptured by the thickness of the tasty cock contained in the clinging depths of her sweetly sucking mouth. Delightful visions of its massive turgidity filling the narrow tightness of her anxious vagina caused said vagina to become wetter with every passing moment. The thought, filling her brain, overpowered her with ecstasy. Her head was now moving rapidly back and forth as she sucked more avidly on the monstrous penis, feeling the head of it reach in and touch the back of her throat. She expected that at any moment the man, like Mac Zee, would actually shove the tip into her gullet.
"No more!" Big Jim suddenly pleaded.
He had to forcibly shove her by the shoulders to get her to move away as he freed his cock from his clinging lips. She sank back, looking up at him expectantly, in love with his cock if not with the rest of him. But Big Jim thought the look of admiration in her eyes was for himself as a man. She hoped he would fuck her now. God! She was really aching for it. If he had let her suck him a few more minutes, she would have had an oral orgasm.
She saw he was looking at the mirror behind her, still admiring her ass. She no longer blushed at such things. But the hot glow of lust she was experiencing turned her face red, and as a result, he thought she was blushing, still believing her to be a formerly untried virgin who was so enamored at the sight of him she was willing to do anything he wanted.
"Okay, honey," he told her. "Lie down on the bed."
Her cunt actually squirted some of its fluid along her thighs, making her realize how anxious she was to have that massive organ stuffed inside her.
"I'd take the time to lick you down there," he told her, "but I've never fucked a real society lady before. I can't wait."
"Th-that's all right," Jill told him.
"And a virgin at that," he reminded himself.
She was quivering with anticipation, but the Don thought it was because she was new to this, and so she was afraid. She smiled reassuringly at her, knowing his cock would have to hurt her the first time. He was a big man, and his cock really stretched a pussy.
She was lying on the bed now, her knees up and wide apart, and in the ceiling mirror she was able to see the wide-openness of her aching pussy, just waiting to be filled again with the massive cock.
Not wanting to stain his pants, Big Jim removed them, though he left the upper part of his clothing on. He moved onto the bed on his knees and glided between the wide-open thighs of the beautiful blonde. The essence of her cunt filled his nostrils, and he shook his head, as if trying to clear his mind. Yeah, there was no doubt in his mind that society women really smelled better and were better than other women.
Shifting his position a little, he slowly lowered himself on the beautiful blonde, feeling the way his gigantic erection nuzzled at her tiny little opening. Man! This was really gonna be something. He was certain she would be screaming her head off, but once he started into her, he wasn't gonna stop until he had forced as much cock as possible inside.
"You put it in," he told her. "It'll hurt less that way."
Her slender fingers moved between their bodies, and she gripped the bole of the penis. Slowly she pressed the head against her narrow aperture, knowing from the size of it he would expect her to scream once he started forcing it in. Somehow she worked the head around and around until the tip had opened her cunt just enough to slide in. Her channel was well-sluiced, but wet as she was, his great girth prevented him from going in too quickly. As he began pushing in, she began writhing, gasping.
"Ohhh...hhhaaa nnnngggggg hhhh...it hurrrts . . . " she told him, knowing this was precisely what he wanted to hear.
It pushed a bit deeper into her, and Big Jim was certain she was a virgin. Her muscles were still undeveloped, and un-like a whore she wasn't able to tighten herself around his cock. But her tightness without her squeezing her muscles was all that was needed. He felt her walls seemingly reluctant to give way, and it made him feel more macho than ever. Where Mac Zee's wish had been to fuck a virgin, Big
Jim's wish had been to fuck a society virgin, especially since high society, for the most part, snubbed people like himself. It was a combination of revenge against the snobs, and the satisfaction that he, Big Jim, had been able to do what most other Mafiosi had been incapable of doing.
I lis cock sank a bit deeper into her sucking pussy, and she gasped, wriggling, squirming and shouting, assuring him that every thrust was causing her pain, though now mixed with pleasure. Deeper, deeper and then deeper the cock sank, and she was so deep, she discovered to her surprise that she was able to take him to the hilt. He was even more surprised, but he enjoyed it. God! It had been ages since any cunt had been able to contain all of his cock.
"You're really special, honey," he told her. "From now on, you think of Big Jim as your friend. Any time you need anything, you come to me. You and Mac Zee are special to me, from now on."
Jill's two dainty feminine hands groped for the man's shirt-covered broad shoulders. She gripped them tightly and squeezed as she thrilled to the pressure of his cock rubbing inside her. Little by little she began letting him know how good it all felt, how because of his superior fucking ability, he had managed to overcome her pain and bring her a load of pleasure. She was on the edge of the most delightful orgasm she would ever know. The wonderful cock was ramming into her liqueous pussy and setting off a series of sparks inside her shuddering body.
"Aaaannnnhhhh...onnnniihhhh...hhhhuuuu uunnnn nnhhhh...ooooonnnnhhhh...." she gasped in time to the hard thrusts of the powering prong as he filled her love hole again and again. "Yesss...yesss...I never knew something like this was so good...morrree...ohhh yess...it has to be because you're the one doing it that it's so good," she gasped. "Harder, harder, keep doing it and drive it in all the harder, oh please, please, please...."
Big Jim needed no further encouragement. He pounded into her as if trying to drill through her body to the other side. As a result, the orgasm hit Jill with a suddenness not even she expected, "AAAIIIIYYYAAAAAGG GGGGGG HHHHAA AAAANNNNNNGGGG GGHHHH HHAAAA GG-GGHHHHAAAA AARR RRRRGGGG GGHHAA-AA NNNNNNNNGG GGGG HHHHUUUU NNNN-NNNN NNGGHHHH!"
Her scream was all Big Jim needed to set him off. He slammed into her once, twice, three times more. God! Never before had he given a damn whether or not the quim he was pounding also came, but this time it was important for him to know he had been able to do right by her. Maybe now, high society would stop snubbing him. Aside from his being able to boast that he had fucked one of them, he would also be able to boast of having satisfied her, which most society cocks seemed unable to do.
"HEEEEEERE WE GOOOOO...." he bellowed, and then, "YYYYAA AAAAAA RRRRRR GGGGGG HHHH AAAA AAAA AANNGGGG HHHH HHAA AA GGGGGGHH HHUUUU NNnnGG HHHH ! " he screamed, unleashing the contents of his balls into the narrow tightness of her squeezing cunt. He fired again and again and again, sending one salvo after another into her shuddering interior.
She bucked up and down, making certain his balls were pounded thoroughly as she slammed into him. Little by little she was starting to develop the muscles in her cunt, but it would still take a long time before she was ready to make them felt.
Finally it was over and Big Jim pulled out of her. The two of them lay on the bed for the longest time, and then he fucked her once more, just to prove to himself he was capable of it.
Afterward, the two of them went to his private bathroom and washed up, and he handed her a small automatic he had in a safe in his closet.
"It's a clean gun," he told her. "Untraceable. But don't display it openly."
CHAPTER SIX
Jill had the gun well-hidden, all right. In order to get it past Mac Zephyr, she pretended that she had come down with her period after Big Jim had fucked her. In point of fact, her period was only a day off, assuming she wasn't pregnant. She always kept tabs on it.
Big Jim, always ready for anything, had a box of Modess stashed in his private bathroom just in case of some kind of emergency, and he gave her one, so that later that evening, when Mac took her back to his house and made her undress, he allowed her to keep her panties on because the sanitary napkin was taped to them. What he didn't know was, between the sanitary napkin and the lips of her cunt, lay the gun. The moment he left her bedroom, Jill hid the gun between her mattress and box spring. He had locked her in her room, and there was no way for her to get out to get to him. Besides, she still didn't have enough courage to kill him. She was hoping Mac would let her off the hook and turn her loose now that she had done what he had wanted. But it wasn't to be.
The next morning, after Mac had unlocked her door, she had padded nakedly down to the breakfast room and prepared his morning meal. She was still wearing a panty with a sanitary napkin, but this time it was the real thing. Her period had started during the night. At least she wasn't pregnant.
"I'll getcha a box of the stuff today, before I go to the city," Mac told her. "Take it easy for the next five days, relax, watch TV, read. If you're a good kid, I'll fuck you even though you're on the rag. Don't worry about your brother. I'll keep feeding him the H, but this means you're gonna owe me more than ever."
"Of course," she nodded, not looking at him.
"You're learning, kid. Good! I like that! Shows you got brains. Don't worry, I promised I'm gonna take good care of you, and I will. The Big Guy really liked you, last night. He's gonna be wanting more of you. I'll give him more, just a little more, but not too much. We don't want him getting tired of you. In the meantime, he showed his gratitude to me for bringing you by promoting me. I've been moved uptown, to the high sixties. No more of the sleazy forties. But I'll see to it that brother of yours gets his stuff."
Mac left early, but returned less than a half hour later, as he promised, bringing her a box of sanitary napkins. Then he left for the rest of the day.
In spite of what he had promised, Mac didn't touch Jill while she had her period. For the next five days she had a comparative rest, though he was around a lot in the evening, keeping an eye on her, making her feel uncomfortable. More than once she wished she had the courage to get the gun and shoot him. But somehow it just wasn't in her. She felt more helpless than ever. Big Jim had provided her with the means to free herself, and she hadn't the courage to kill Mac.
At the end of the week, he came over to her and smiled, saying, "You did me a real big favor with Big Jim, honey. Where I am now, I've been able to skim off a lot more money, and your account is now up to a half million. But this is peanuts compared to what you'll have when I'm finished."
"What I'll have?" she asked.
"What's the difference," Mac shrugged. "What's yours is mine, and what's mine is mine, right."
"Definitely," she nodded.
"See how we agree?" he laughed. "Now tonight, we got something a bit different to do. You're over the curse, right?"
"Right," she nodded.
"Yeah, well we got this guy, I think he's a fed, but I ain't got proof. He has the hots for innocent-lookin' blondes, or so he says. But if he's really a fed, he's not the type who'd knock you around and screw. He'd find some way to back out in spite of all his bluster. So I'm bringing him here for supper, tonight. If the guy is a right guy, it won't matter that he knows where I live. If he's a fed, then it won't matter either, if you get my drift."
"You mean you'll kill him," Jill said.
"Hey, I ain't never said anything about killing," Mac insisted. "Besides, I believe in only beatin' up on broads, you know, like you. You can't really fight back. Don't worry your head about it, Jill-baby. I'm bringin' him home tonight to look at my naked housekeeper, and the moment I'm outta the room, you're gonna seduce him. If he don't seduce, then we'll know, won't we."
"Yes," she nodded. "We'll know." And you'll have gotten me involved in a killing, she thought.
Well that was one thing she didn't intend to have on her conscience. It was one thing to take advantage of her. It was something else to make her hurt someone else. Somehow she would succeed in seducing the man Mac was bringing.
CHAPTER SEVEN
He wasn't a tall man, but he was thin and somewhat haggard-looking. He was introduced to Jill by Mac as George Poulos, a Greek. He was supposed to be taking Mac's place on Forty-second Street, but Mac obviously didn't trust him.
George had gray hair, a beak-like nose, and a small mouth. He was on the pallid side, but Jill knew this might be deceptive. At any rate, he was appropriately startled when Mac introduced Jill to him and he saw she was totally naked.
"Yeh!" Mac said, shutting and locking the door behind him. "Instead of keepin' women barefoot and pregnant, I believe in keepin' em bare ass and workin' at gettin' pregnant. You told me you dig blondes. Well this baby-faced dish is just for you, Georgie. I'm gonna really let you get it on with her, tonight. Remember, I'm the host, and I don't take no for an answer. This pussy is just for you, and I expect you to make good use of it."
"Sure, sure," George nodded.
At Mac's instructions, Jill had prepared a London broil, string beans, baked potatoes, and coffee. They sat at the table in the dining room and Jill did all the serving, still totally naked.
"Doesn't it bug you, looking at her naked ass all day long'. '" George asked, after dinner.
"Nan!" Mac laughed. "I love lookin' at her ass. Speakin' of asses, you're a Greek. You gonna go into the ass, tonight?"
"You don't think I'm going to tell you, do you?" George smiled.
"Yeh! I know what you mean. It's just that most pussy is not really that private, and I don't mind talking about what I do with it."
"In private, that is, if it were just you and me, maybe I'd talk about it," George acknowledged. "But I have to have some respect for the young lady. I mean, how does it look for her to overhear me tell you just what I'm going to do with her?"
"Don't worry about it," Mac laughed. "Jill's cunt like any other, and she knows why she's here. Hell! If it weren't for me, Jill'd be living in one of those flophouses on Eighth Avenue, where her brother is, right now. The jerk is strung out on H, and she stays with me to support his habit. But it's much more than that. She really -likes me. Tell the man, Jill. Don't you really like me?"
"Yes, of course," she nodded, very pale as she cleaned off the table and put the dishes in the dishwasher.
"Well I'm gonna leave the two of you alone," he laughed. "Why don't you take Jill into the den when she's finished stacking the dishes," Mac suggested. "I think you'll find it nice and cozy in there, with the sofa-bed already opened."
"I'll do that," George nodded.
Mac made a great show of climbing the stairs as if going to his room, and George came over to Jill and said, "Hey, don't worry. I'm not going to touch you."
"Yes you will," Jill whispered. "He knows, or at least he suspects what you are. If you don't force me to do things for you, he'll kill you."
She shut her mouth for fear of being overheard. She knew Mac hadn't reached his bedroom yet, and that was where he had all the stuff he would use to observe the den. There was a hidden videotape camera in the den, as well as a microphone. Once they walked in there, Mac would see and hear everything going on.
The skinny man merely nodded and mouthed '.he word, "Thanks" to her. She nodded in turn.
After she had finished stacking the dishes, the two of them walked into the den. As they entered, George gripped her ass and pinched it solidly, saying, "You do have a nice ass, Jill. Nice and smooth."
Jill jumped away from him, saying, "I'm glad you like it, Mr. Poulos."
"Call me George," he insisted. "Anything with a mister before it sounds so formal."
Jill felt her heart pounding furiously in her chest. For some reason she liked this skinny man and she didn't want anything bad to happen to him. More than that, she didn't want to be the one responsible for anything happening to him. The two of them would have to put on one good act.
His hands were already creeping around her slender, naked waist, pausing for just a moment to massage it. He had a touch about him that was exceptional. Then his hands continued up her sides, one hand moving around in front of her, the other hand sliding around from behind her until he had them covering her breasts.
"Mmmmmm. Nice and firm and solid," he muttered. "No silicone here, honey." And he kissed her ear, whispering, "Remember, this is an act."
She quivered, realizing that in spite of this being "just an act," the front of his pants were wet, stained with seminal oil. He kissed her throat from behind, pressing his body solidly to hers, letting her feel the bulge of his cock.
Lord! For the first time it was more than just a penis that Jill wanted. There was something about this man, something really special. She liked him, liked him more than any man she had previously known, and she was unable to figure out why. He wasn't particularly handsome, nor did he seem to be overly strong, but he had a certain magnetic quality about him that made him seem really special. "So you like being with Mike," he said out loud. "Uh huh," she agreed, and then pressed her lips to his ear and whispered as she kissed him, "I hate the son of a bitch!"
George Poulos continued his fondling of the lovely little blonde and she was increasingly receptive to what were obviously knowing hands. Oh he did have a way with him.
"Goddamn!" he all but drooled, adjusting his penis so that the thick stanchion pressed through the pants and rubbed stiffly into the narrow crevice between the cheeks of her ass.
He was aware that she was trembling like a newborn calf. But he also knew that if he was going to get out of this house alive, he had to put on one helluva performance, and no matter how much he liked her as a person, he had to prove to Mac that he thought she was just another cunt for fucking.
He pressed his face into the side of her throat, inhaling the freshness of her, and all the while he was weighing the meatiness of her delightfully full breasts before letting go of them, watching them drop and bounce as if suspended by invisible wires. Then his hands moved to the flatness of her tender abdomen. He gently, arousingly squeezed the flat flesh of her trembling belly, feeling it ridge and bunch between his thick fingers. "P-please...uuuunnnnhhhh...be careful," Jill gasped, feeling him hurt her a little, knowing he had to do this in order to make it appear to Mac that he was interested solely in what he was able to get out of this.
He was rubbing the front of his pants against the rounded cheeks of her ass, making the stain grow larger and larger, and making her more aware than ever of the heavy penile point. His hands were moving lower now, and soon they would be delving into her cunt.
"You're quite a woman," George was saying to her. "You arouse quickly enough, I'll give you that much. Without touching you I can see you're sopping wet between your thighs."
He was right. The man so affected her, she had become so aroused that her cunt was dripping crazily. God! For the first time in her life she wanted the man and not just the cock. She gasped as she felt one of his fingers wedge itself into the pinkness between her trembling thighs.
"Yep," George was saying. "You sure have one wet cunt, all right. Wet as you are, you're still tight in there. It's a job to force my fingers into you, honey."
The slurping sound of his finger moving in and out of her sent vibrant chills shooting up and down the lovely blonde's spine.
"Tell me you want it," George ordered out loud.
"Yes, yes, yes, I want it!" she gasped.
"What do you want?" he taunted.
"I want your cock," she replied. "I want you to fuck me with your cock. Oh God! I want it!" What was more, she really did.
"How much do you want it?" he asked.
"I'll do anything. . . anything at all. . . "she told him.
"Honest?"
"Yes!" she gasped.
The man was grinding his middle finger into the narrow tightness of her vagina from behind, moving his finger with ever-increasing vigor, feeling the inner walls yield to him and yet cling to him as he roughly thrust his finger in and out.
"Anything at all?"
"Anything!" she acknowledged.
"Good! Then I want you to suck the old cock, first. More, I want you to fill your mouth with it and take every last little bit of it down your throat. Do you understand?"
"Yes," she gasped.
In her mind she was wondering just why she was so willing. What was there about this man that had her so violently aroused? She had sucked two other cocks, but because this man was attached to the one he was about to display, it made his cock that much more important. Yes, she really wanted to suck his cock, not just to make him taunt her or to please her own sensory self, but to please the man.
"Come on, baby, out loud, tell me what you're gonna do so that I'll give you a good fucking."
"I'll. . . uhhhh...suck your cock," she gasped.
"More!" he insisted, and she felt him driving the full length of his thick finger into her, twirling it almost viciously, arousing sensations in her no man, or woman, had previously been able to do. This intensified her need and brought an even sharper edge to her excitement. Her trim buttocks hunched and rubbed back against the solid lump in his rough pants at a wildly frenzied pace. Arousal so filled her, she thought she would simply shatter.
He had her bend over and grip her ankles so he was able to run his finger in and out of her sucking pussy even faster, and even though she had a series of mini-orgasms, she knew none of them would compensate for the need she was inwardly feeling. His finger driving into her affected her so strongly, she let go of her ankles and placed her palms flat on the floor for support.
"I'll take it all in my throat," she gasped, wriggling in time to the way his finger slammed into her again and again.
"Good!" George laughed. "Now, what kind of woman are you?"
She raised her head and tried looking at him, but the warning in his eyes let her know he was still playacting.
"I'm...uhhh...a whore," she gasped.
"No," he snapped. "You're not a whore. A whore is honest enough to do something for pay. Are you doing this for pay?"
"In a way," she gasped.
"Am I going to give you any money?"
"No!" she gasped.
"Then you're lower than a whore, right."
"Yes, yes, I'm lower than a whore. Now please, please fuck me!"
"After you've swallowed my cock!" he reminded her.
Her nipples were dangling beneath her, swollen as never before as blood seemingly rushed into them, but not out of them. Her breasts had swelled to a painful largeness. Her lovely face, all red, was hidden in the cascading wealth of her dangling blonde hair as passion claimed her for the first time. She was more than body naked before this man. Her soul had been bared, as well, something that would never happen in front of Mac Zephyr. Mac had tried to destroy her and bring her down to the same level as all the other whores he had known once he had finished with her. But bringing this man to her had restored her faith in herself as an individual. No matter what he, personally thought of her, George had built enough confidence in Jill so that she would never feel low and degraded again. The degradation was merely an extension of what Mac had wanted her to feel, and because Mac was the one doing the degrading, he was, in essence, lowering himself, even though he would never see that. Mac was the kind of man who never saw what he didn't want to see.
"Well, are you going to start sucking?"
"Yes, yes, yes, I will," she assured him.
She was stunned by her own agreeability to this, not because she wasn't used to sucking cock, but because his acting was so good, he made her ache to swallow his penis. Hell! She'd suck his cock, all right. She'd suck it like it had never been sucked, before.
The man walked away from her at that moment. He walked toward the sofa-bed, sitting on the open mattress.
Jill straightened up as she heard the bedsprings creak under the slight weight of the man. She watched him sit triumphantly and look at her as if triumphant over her.
"Come over here," he ordered. "I want you to do the honors. I enjoy it more when a woman's hand is on the zipper."
Because the man had been so reluctant prior to learning that Mac Zee was spying on them, Jill knew he was acting, now. But it was one helluva good act.
Walking over to him very slowly, her hips continually rotating the entire time, she realized she wanted the man to want her. She knelt before him, noting that in spite of the fact that he was perspiring, he smelled clean. Un-like Mac Zee, who always wore the same jeans when not visiting Big Jim, this man's clothing was neat, as if he had just put his slacks on that morning. Even his underwear was clean. Mac Zee either wore the same underwear for a week, or didn't even bother wearing any.
For the first time since she had been initiated by Mac, Jill didn't question what she was doing. No doubt about it, she was fast becoming a hardened hoyden. She was every bit the tramp she had always accused other women of being, and soon she would be just as uncaring and cold. She had Mac to thank for it all, and one day she would do just that-in her own way.
Her hand tugged the zipper down and hesitated.
"Go on," George Poulos encouraged. "Take a good look at what your new friend looks like."
There was no longer any hesitation in her movement. Her hands, by now expert at removing penises from pants, trembling with anxious expectancy, parted the gap in the man's shorts and one hand reached inside. Her fingers circled the lust-stiffened girth of the man's throbbing penis. Good Lord! It was monstrous! It even put the dildo to shame. It felt stiff, yet spongy, all at the same time. It had a light covering of secretion on the head as it continually leaked the sticky fluid.
"Come on!" George ordered, sounding impatient. "Get the damn thing out already. Stop stalling!"
She finally tugged it to freedom, and the awesome size of the monster rocked the lovely young girl back on her heels. Good Lord! He was not only as long as the dildo, but the tip of his penis was as thick as the bright purple plum it resembled. God! The size of it was astonishing, and had she not been staring at it, she would never have believed any man was hung so well.
He was starting to perspire now, and when she looked into his eyes, she saw more than lust there. Somehow he seemed to know how she felt about him, and as a result was apparently reciprocating her feelings.
She was on her knees, slavishly, between his parted thighs, and it was obvious from his expression that much as he wanted her, he hated the idea of their initial coupling being witnessed by something as vile as Mac Zee. Nevertheless, if he was to get out of here alive, he had to carry this charade through to the end. George was one of more than a dozen federal agents infiltrating the mob. The idea was for all the feds to eventually work their way up to becoming Dons, themselves, somehow or other. Then, when firmly in control of organized crime, they would totally destroy it. Not that it would remain destroyed. Eventually a new mobster would crawl out of the sewer and put a new gang together, but it would be nice to have organized crime, as known today, wiped out for a little while.
He stared with open eyes as the lovely blonde he was fast learning to adore as well as admire leaned forward and encircled his heavy member to the best of her ability with the slender fingers of her hand. The digits felt cool and soothing against the heat of his cock as she timidly began tugging the organ up and down, feeling it stiffen even more as it became anxious to know more of her.
"Well, chickie, what d'you think of your new friend?"
His voice had startled her. For a moment she was at a loss to reply. Jill had been so enamored of the organ, she had almost forgotten the man attached to it.
"It's the most beautiful one I've ever seen," she gasped.
"Well show it some love," he told her, sounding malicious for the benefit of Mac Zee. "Kiss it!"
She wet her lips with the tip of her tongue, her eyes once again looking at his face. There was no doubt that he felt a certain lust for her, but there was more. There was compassion mingling with something she had never seen in a man's eyes before. Never having known what it was like to be loved, she didn't know how to read his expression. But one thing she did know, and that was, she was more than eager to start sucking on this monstrous probe.
Eagerly, the lovely blonde leaned her beautiful face closer to the immense organ of the skinny man sitting on the bed. Her puckered lips tenderly kissed the swollen organ, and then she licked her lips to get the taste of him into her mouth. Then her lips separated, and her tongue darted out of its own volition to draw in the colorless pearls of masculine lubricant from the man's circumcised glans. It was much like a hummingbird taking nectar from honeysuckle. He had a delicious flavor all his own, richly pungent, but very interesting. Without being told, she began washing her tongue around the heavy penile head. It was all so wicked, but so delightful.
"Now take it in your mouth, honey," he told her.
Realizing Mac Zephyr was monitoring all this carefully, she decided to let the man see how she sucked a cock she liked. A masochistic thrill traveled up her spine, knowing how Mac would be angry at seeing how much more she enjoyed working on George Poulos than she had ever liked working on him. She paused for a brief instant to study the gigantic size of the man's swollen organ as a worshipping smile creased her lovely face.
"Yes sir," she cooed. "You're calling it."
Moisture filled her lovely mouth as her salivary glands began working overtime in lustful anticipation of the delightful task she was so anxiously about to perform. Her only regret at the moment was that she and George weren't totally alone. Not that it didn't thrill her to have Mac Zee observing and probably seething because of the willingness she was displaying in doing this. But it would have been nice to be totally alone with the man and whisper words of love to him and hear him whisper them back. Jill wondered if she would ever really be able to escape. The only way to do it would be to use the gun Big Jim had given her on Mac Zee. To do that required more courage than she had at the moment.
Slowly, gently, she eased the full pout of her lip-sticked lips over the seeping purple head of George's penis. It swelled even more in her mouth, thrilling her.
George Poulos didn't know why this lovely female was affecting him this way. All the others were out-and-out whores about whom he didn't give a damn. He had avoided them, not wanting them to touch him. Not so this one. For the first time in his life he wanted to enjoy her. He stared with a licentious thrill at the laboring slip of a female who sucked so delectably on his throbbing rod of swollen flesh. She was a real natural, this lovely girl. Somehow, in some way, if he made it to the top, he would have to find a ay to make her his permanent chick, maybe eventually even marry her. It would necessitate getting rid of Mac Zee, but that was part of the federal plan, anyway. Ambitious men like Mac Zephyr were detrimental and had to be done away with.
He wound his fingers into the long tresses of her golden hair. Slowly he pulled her beautiful face forward and said nice and loud, "How do you like your first taste of my cock, Jill?"
Jill was unable to speak and had to grunt her approval of what she was sucking. Her mouth was crammed with the lust-swollen thickness of this good man. She realized she was thrilling to every second of what she was doing as she jammed the heavy head into her esophagus, all but choking herself with it, touching the nerve-endings in her throat again and again, feeling sparks go off inside her. Knowing how much it bothered Mac Zee to see her perform so lovingly enhanced all this for her even more. Her senses sharpened even more, and she wondered if he was going to shoot in her mouth, or if he intended doing something else. Whatever he wanted to do would be his own choice. Was it possible he might shoot in her mouth and then be able to raise another erection to fuck her? That would really be something heavenly.
George began slamming his buttocks upward that much more, pounding his cock into her mouth that much more forcefully, his asscheeks rising from the sofa-bed repeatedly as he slammed the organ down her throat with all his strength. He held her delightfully bobbing blonde head all the tighter with his fingers as she gagged and sputtered around the massive missile on each powering in-stroke. The swollen head was halfway down her gullet each time. He seemed to delight in looking at the way her tender, lip stick painted lips continued to cling eagerly around the thickness of his white, blue-veined organ. Her mouth muscles seemed to get stronger with the passage of time as her heatedly ovaled lips became more and more accustomed to the throbbing width of the penis.
"Suck it, baby, suck that cock of mine," he muttered.
Jill was enjoying herself as never before. She was discovering what it was like to do things for a man she felt genuinely strong about. In a way she was glad Mac had done all the terrible things to her that he had done. If not for Mac, she would never have met George and she might still be working for one of those dating services, a novice when it came to sex. Mac had made an expert out of her, and as a result, she was able to make George enjoy her that much more. But the biggest thrill was knowing Mac was watching and probably burning up, seeing her so avidly sucking the penis.
She pulled and sucked strongly at the fleshy organ filling her narrow mouth, creating some kind of inner vacuum of lust that caused the thin man to moan with desire. She was salivating very heavily at this moment, so much so that the penis was slick and slid almost effortlessly between her widened lips. Tiny droplets of her drool seeped from the corners of her beautiful mouth to run down the stalk and fall into the mat of his salt-and-pepper-colored hair.
Jill sucked until her throat muscles ached with the strain. She was suddenly aware that the dripping slit of her tender vagina was opening and closing with lust as her body rocked from side to side. Her cunt was resting on the bare heel of her right foot, and it rubbed against her clitoris, enhancing everything that much more for her. She used her tongue to lick around the swollen head, her teeth pulling on the coronal ridge, well aware by the continuing grunts and groans coming from the man that everything she was doing to him was pleasurable.
"My balls!" he gasped. "I want you to lick my balls!"
Totally subservient to this man's every wish for the moment, the stunning and excited young blonde lifted her beautiful head from the extension of his pulsating penis for just a moment as she reached in and pulled out his hair-covered scrotum, as well. Now her tongue licked avidly at the leathery sac while her heel continued to rub her own clitoris, making a flood pour from the seething depths of her shuddering pussy.
"Slow down, slow down," George insisted. "I want to fuck that delectable cunt of yours."
With more than a little reluctance, the beautiful Jill finally pulled her sucking mouth from the genital area of the slender man. Her tongue licked her lips as if to savor all the more the secretions she was tasting from him.
He lay back on the bed, scuttling backward until his legs were resting on the mattress, as well. Smiling at her, he beckoned her forward, wanting her on top of him.
"I'm a little worn out," he told her. "It might be a better idea if you did all the work.
She stared at the swollen length of the upright pylon before her, knowing it would fit into her cunt, yet wondering how she was able to stretch so to contain it. While she was looking, he took the time to wriggle out of his slacks, and he handed them to her. She dropped them on a nearby chair, then came back to him. She was sexually hungry beyond reason. The five days of her period had enforced an abstinence, and now, for the first time, she was really aware how much she needed sex.
She mounted him, pressing the tip of his cock against her narrow opening, keeping her weight on her knees, barely able to sit upright high enough to keep him from thrusting into her.
"Fine!" George told her. "Ease down slowly, very slowly...take your time...that's it...right. . . see how good it feels to have my cock sliding into that tight tunnel of yours...you do like it, don't you, honey?"
"Yesss...." she hissed through clenched teeth.
Oh God! It felt so good to have a cock inside her again, and it was a cock attached to a man for whom she might be able to care, and not Mac Zee, whom she felt was the lowest thing to ever crawl out of a cesspool. She thrilled to the sensation of the massively bulbous head probing into her wet channel, the pressure within her mounting as he stretched her internally, the penis sinking ever farther into the sucking depths of her trembling vagina.
Jill took the offensive at this point, reaching down and cradling his haggard-looking face in her hands as she kissed him with a passion she had never felt for any other man. Her tongue probed into his mouth, dueling with his, enjoying the lust each felt for the other. She was a full-fledged whore now and she knew it. Oh how wonderfully she knew it.
The solidly pulsating penis was buried to the hilt in the tightness of her squeezing pussy, and now there was no question in her mind of what a terrible person she had become. Yet she found herself wallowing in the sensations, if only because she loved being with this one man. His stomach, beneath her, was hard, and she was aware of the solidity of his thighs, as well. A thin layer of perspiration formed between the close press of their bodies magnified by the heat each felt because of the other. All this added to the excitement of the depravity she was enjoying. She hunched her body up and down while rubbing against him, moving with a slow, deliberate motion, flexing her vaginal muscles, still trying to develop them as if they were a milking machine. Ohhh Goddd! It was s-o-o-o-o-o-o-o good.
"How does it feel?" she asked, hoping she was pleasing him as her lips tenderly nipped at his ears. "Is everything as good as you'd hoped it would be?"
"Hell! You're a lot tighter than I'd ever dreamed," he gasped. "You're a lot better than I'd hoped," he blurted out, half-crazy in love with the beautiful blonde.
"I'll bet you...uhhh...say that to all...aannggggghh...the girls," she teased.
"No!" was all he was able to gasp out.
There were no words adequate to truly describe the sensations charging through Jill's aroused body at that moment. She anxiously continued to writhe on top of the slender body of the man who lay beneath her, enjoying what she felt as never before, getting an even bigger thrill knowing she was in control of the situation. The one thing of which she was positive was that she didn't want anything to do with any other people, male or female, in her life again. This one man would be more than enough for her.
The slender man sighed and gasped and then dug his heels into the mattress beneath him and rammed his long dong all the harder into the narrow vestibule between her widespread thighs. He used hard, powering strokes, gradually increasing his depth more and more until the full length was totally encompassed in the creamy center of her sucking pussy. The huge penile head was slamming against the back wall of her vagina as never before, crushed by the tender flesh of her womanly walls. Sweat was heavily beading on the man's forehead and running down his cheeks from his temples. The muscles in his neck stood and his eyes rolled in his head as if he were about to go into some kind of epileptic fit. His balls flopped up and down as he fucked her, making Jill twitch even more, and she felt as if she was about to melt right into him.
"Uuuunnnnhhhh...yesssss ssss . . . " she hissed at him. "Harder, fuck me harder...until you hurt me...." she begged, knowing the sound of her voice was carrying to Mac Zee, whom she had never begged with such fervor.
She was being lifted to ever-increasing heights of thrilling wonder at the moment, feeling a desire she had never previously known as her mind began functioning in obscene rhythm with the movements of her continually bucking cunt. Yes, let Mac see what she was doing, let him know how she was able to act when she liked the man for whom she was fucking. Let him know she would never act this way for him never.
"I'm...uhhh...going to come...." she gasped, realizing how close she was to the precipice of orgasm.
"Don't...uhhh...stop...aaannhh...fucking.. . . " he gasped. "I have only a little way to...aaannhhhh...go...."
Tremendous quivers began shaking the lovely young blonde as she realized the man beneath her was about to have his orgasm in time with hers in spite of his admonishment a moment earlier. He was obviously feeling the initial tremors of his release as they built inside him. His balls had tightened against his body, his scrotum shrunken for the moment. But before he had reached the pent-up peak of his own lust, he was aware of the lovely blonde on top of him tensing spasmodically, and he knew she was about to have a monumental orgasm.
"HHHHHAAAAAAAIIIYYYYYY AAAA NNNN-NN GGGG GGHH HHAA AA NNNNNNNN GGGG-HH HHHHAAAAAARR RRRRRRGG GGHHHH-HHHH HHAAAANNNNUUUUGGHHHHHH!" she screamed, hoping her shriek might break Mac Zephyr's eardrums if he had the volume control tuned up too loud.
George was there at that moment, too. His stiff and powerful rod was firing great gouts of seminal fluid into her womanly container, splashing it up against the back of her vagina, letting it spurt into her womb as it washed her vaginal walls all around and fell down the sides of his penis and onto his pelvis.
GGHH HHAAAANNNNNNNN GGGG HHHHHH-HH HHH...GGHHHHHH UUUUNNNNNN NN-CGGGHHHH HHHH!! " he bellowed as he pounded upward into her with a fury he had never felt before. He tugged her tightly against him, feeling her full breasts rub against his chest as he kissed her hungrily.
"You're special," he whispered in her ear. "Very special."
The sound of him telling her such things made her that much more aware of the feelings she had for him. It occurred to her that she loved him. This was the first time love had ever entered her thoughts. Odd that she should feel love for a man like this. He wasn't that good-looking, nor was he built in any special way. Granted he wasn't overly fat, but he was too thin, if anything.
Finally, undeniably, it was all over. Virtually exhausted, the lovely girl slid from his body, feeling his flaccid organ ease from inside her. She lay beside him, silent, pondering her future, wondering how all this would end. She had seen so many females end in the gutter when discarded by men like Mac Zee because they had become too old to be of any value. Most of them were usually pumped full of dope so it would appear they O.D.'d. Then they were buried in Potter's Field with no one to mourn them.
Jill was certain Mac Zee had this end planned for her. Somehow, in some way, she had to get up enough courage to use the gun. It was coming to a point where it would be either him or her.
She went to the downstairs lavatory and washed herself while George Poulos got dressed. When she returned, George and Mac were sharing a drink in the den, the sofa-bed turned back into a couch once more.
"Yeh!" Mac was saying, "you're all right, Georgie. You'll do!"
"If this was some kind of initiation," George replied, "I look forward to quite a few more of them."
"You can get all the pussy you want downtown," Mac told him. "I save Jill for special occasions. She's special."
"She's that, all right," George agreed. "Look, I have to get back to the city. Now that I'm filling in for you, I have to make sure there's enough stuff around, and that the paying customers get their money's worth."
"Yeh!" Mac nodded. "You brought yer own car. You shouldn't have any trouble getting back."
"No trouble at all," George nodded. "Hey, you take good care of this little twist over here."
"Oh, I'm gonna," Mac assured him.
Jill watched as Mac walked George to the door and let him out, locking it behind him. She poured herself a brandy and tossed it off. She felt she deserved it.
"That was some performance," Mac snapped, coming back into the room, glowering at her.
"It was what you wanted," she replied, feeling cold dread fill her as he slowly walked over to her.
"You goddamn bitch!" he roared, and belted her so hard, she fell onto the sofa.
Her face hurt, and she put a hand to her cheek, gasping.
"Leave me alone!" she insisted. "I did what you wanted me to do."
"You did it all right. You did it too good. You were never that good with me. I always gotta force it outta you."
"Just go away," she begged, feeling more and more afraid of him.
She had known he would be angry, but she was shocked at the hurricane of violence he had suddenly unleashed. She was afraid of him and unable to think of any way to calm him down.
CHAPTER EIGHT
The sight of the blonde's nakedly cowering body on the sofa sent a strong surge of masculine pleasure through Mac Zephyr. At the moment, he felt a violent hatred for this blonde. She had let him know, in no uncertain terms, that although he had managed to arouse the whore in her, that she still had emotions she was able to show to other men which she refused to show to him. His mind still pictured the seductive way her ass had wiggled when she had sucked the other man's cock. He wanted to fuck her, but he had no wish to poke his cock into holes the other man had used. Mac
Zee never allowed himself to be second. He always wanted to be first.
"I'm gonna fuck you!" he told her, walking over to her, reaching down and grabbing her slender arm.
Desire for her welled up in him like a mountain spring, and he knew he wouldn't be happy until he came inside her, somewhere.
His anger was slowly subsiding as he anxiously stared at the lovely blonde's delightfully shaped body. Jill, sensing he was losing his animosity, somehow managed to gain some semblance of self-control. Even so, the sight of him, with his quilled hair and his handlebar mustache, inwardly repelled her.
"Yeah, baby, I'm gonna fuck you.. . "
Without thinking, she suddenly pulled away from him, looking at him with hate as she snapped, "Drop dead!"
Almost instantly she realized she had made a grave error. The hunger which had been softening his attitude merely served to anger him again as his eyes took on that hardened look, letting her know she had really gone too far. He was immediately angered and infuriated and he began outwardly fuming, spewing all kinds of frightening invectives with such fierceness, he was incoherent.
Finally, he managed to take control of himself, and he said in a growling voice, "You have to learn once and for all who's boss here."
Jill knew there was no escape for her, this time. He grabbed her with ruthless strength and dragged her upstairs. He took her to his own bedroom rather than to hers. Had he taken her to hers, she would have pulled the gun from beneath the mattress and shot him on the spot, more out of self-preservation than for any other reason. He hurled her onto his bed and threw himself on top of her, his hands solidly digging into her naked shoulders as he rammed her lovely face into the pillows, beneath.
Jill gasped aloud when she felt his wickedly talon-like fingers traveling down the length of her quaking body, coming to rest on the smoothly trembling ovals of her shuddering buttocks. His fingers were digging viciously into the tenderly sensitive squirming flesh, forcing her nether cheeks to separate.
"No...don't. . . for God's sake...don't hurt me," she screamed, struggling tearfully to escape from him.
"Keep still, you rotten cunt!" Mac yelled at her, pulling and kneading the ultra-sensitive flesh of her buttocks.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it!" she gasped.
"You're gonna be a lot sorrier," he growled.
Driven beyond the brink of endurance after having witnessed what she had willingly given to George Poulos, Mac's intense desire to fuck her took total control of his aching body, and the anger in him made him decide just how he was going to do it. He would enjoy it, but he would punish her at the same time. In spite of all his training, she still looked down on him. Hell! He was going to make her really sorry, really sorry.
He stared through lust-glazed eyes at the shadowy crevice of her rear-end. His gaze fixed itself on the tiny puckering hole of her anus.
As if reflexively, he reached out with a sharp-nailed forefinger and began to probe licentiously at the tiny little opening. He sensed the way she shuddered with revulsion. Her entire body wracked, and this angered him all the more. Without warning, and without any kind of lubrication, he plunged his finger directly into her asshole.
"Yyyyy aaaa nnnn gggg hhhh!" the hurt young girl screamed, letting her voice echo throughout the house.
She desperately wriggled her sorely stretched buttocks in a helplessly futile attempt to dislodge the man's digging finger. But the more she writhed, the deeper the finger sank into her.
A wave of shame flooded her as Jill realized what the man was doing to her. She resented this, knowing he was doing this purely to humiliate her. This built an even greater desire for revenge in her. Soon she would gratify that urge.
The harshly searing agony of his salacious digital penetration of her anus was second to the humiliation she was presently feeling. When he withdrew his finger, she thought he was through punishing her for the moment, and she would wait her turn. But she was taker, totally aback when the man began hurriedly undressing. He still intended using her, somehow. She shuddered, wondering just what he had in his vile mind.
A moment later she realized what he intended as she felt his hands hoist her to her knees, and then he was clawing her buttocks apart, pressing his cock-head against her narrow little anal opening.
"Oh no!" she gasped, panting raggedly, terror convulsing her helpless features, making her shudder out of control.
Spurred on by her exclamation of disgust, the man shoved her face back into the pillows while he rubbed the head of his cock back and forth against her narrow anal pucker.
"Please don't!" she gasped piteously, terror closing around her heart like a freezing fist.
She very much wanted to pull away, to struggle with all her remaining strength, to escape this one sacrilege he had not previously perpetrated on her. But at the moment she was powerless to move. She was totally immobilized by terror of what he was going to do to her.
What a disgusting animal, she thought, wondering how any man had it in him to treat a woman so viciously.
Time and motion were suddenly suspended as the man poised his licentiously distended phallus at the tiny, narrowly cringing opening of her rectum. His hands were squeezing her asscheeks as they held them apart. For the moment, his anger was once again spent, but it was replaced by something far more terrible-a pervading and insidious desire to hurt and at the same time remind her she was his possession. He was going to humble this bitch once and for all and make her understand that here, he was king. When he spoke, she jumped. What was more, in order to really back up his show of strength, tomorrow he would withhold the heroin from her brother. She'd soon learn not to be so damned snotty.
Without waiting any longer, Mac flexed his hips, thrusting solidly, driving his long and inflexible organ against the pitifully narrow little opening.
"Eeeee yyyyyamuiu ggggghhhhh!"
Her scream of agonized protest reverberated throughout the room, sending an uncontrolled chill coursing down Mac's spine. It was a chill he loved to feel, when he initiated other whores this way. It urged him on to complete his desecration of her rectum. He forced the marble-solid shaft all the more tightly against the shudderingly resisting sphincter, and finally, because of his sheer brute strength, he managed to ram it through the defenseless little pucker of muscle.
"Ggggg hhhh aaaa nnnn gggg hhhh!"
Jill felt as if a white-hot poker had been rammed up her tight little rear. Pain mingled with terror over and over again inside her quaking body.
"Oh God! Oh God! Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!" she moaned feebly, repeating it over and over as she felt the vicious monster force his lust-swollen cock into the tight narrowness of her painfully cringing rear channel. Every nerve-ending in her seemed touched with agony. She wondered if she would manage to survive this brutal assault. This was worse than anything she had known, so far.
The blonde longed for the oblivion of unconsciousness. But the savage thrusts of the man behind her, ramming the length of his thick phallus into her narrow rectum obviated that possibility. There was nothing for her but to summit to this and endure it to the end. She remained there in that forced crouch, kneeling like some helpless beast of burden in humiliating subjugation while Mac continued to rape her ass.
Mac moved his cock slowly, withdrawing the phallic thickness very carefully, enjoying every bit of her pain. His heart was pounding with savage excitement and his blood was madly racing through his veins. He was enjoying the obscene agony he was inflicting on this cunt who's had the audacity to show him how much she was able to lavish affection on another man while only letting him me her body. The sight of his throbbing cock moving in and out of the tightly puckered anal ring filled him with a new sense of importance. He enjoyed the feeling of absolute power he had over her, feeling now partially compensated for the imagined injuries he felt she had perpetrated on him. Now her earlier actions and her verbal taunt no longer had any meaning. He was the one in control, and right now she was just a container for the semen he was going to blow into her.
He felt the lust budding like a cyclone. His labored thrusts intensified as his fingers dug into her asscheeks, leaving large red weals that would take a good twelve hours to disappear.
"Stop!" she begged. "You're killing me!"
She was moaning helplessly, but even as she thought this, she realized something was starting to take place inside her that was totally unexpected. Apparently there was a sensitivity in her rectum with which she had been previously unfamiliar. As a direct result of what his cock was doing, she knew she was going to climax. It seemed ridiculous, but it was true. She only hoped he would be able to delay his climax just long enough. She had to pretend she hated this, which to a certain extent she did hate. But the thrills were continuing to build inside her, building higher and higher, and she had to shut her eyes and clench her teeth not to reveal her oncoming orgasm.
When it did come, it coincided with his, so that he was unaware she actually came.
"YYYY EEEE AAAA RRRR GGGG HHHHAA-AANNNNGGGGHHHH AAAAAGGGGG HHH-HHUUUUU NNNNNGGGGGHHHHH AAAAA-UUUWWWAAARRRGGGHHHAAGGHH!" he bellowed, while she felt the thrill shoot through her and remained silent. Enhancing the thrill was the feeling of his sperm blasting into her, as well.
He pulled out almost immediately after and slapped her buttocks a few times while some of his seminal fluid dripped onto her. Then he grabbed her arm, dragged her to her room, threw her inside, and locked her in from the outside.
Jill lay on the floor, pain mingling with pleasure in her buttocks. But she wasn't smiling, not even a little bit. No, she hated Mac more than ever. But right now she was too drained to think of trying to break out of her room. Even if she shot off the lock, Mac would hear it, and he might have a gun of his own, in which case he would shoot her. No, not yet. She would bide her time a little longer.
CHAPTER NINE
The following morning, Mac unlocked her door, and then left the house before she had a chance to come out. After cleaning the house, Jill spent the entire day watching TV, and it was toward the end of the day, while watching the news, that she saw a newsreel photo of her hotel, the one where she stayed with her brother. Her mind had been tuned out, but now she listened as she heard that a man had been found dead in one of the hotel rooms, a dope addict who had been unable to get his fix that day and who had consequently bashed his own brains out against the edge of a bathtub. She waited apprehensively, knowing what was to come, and sure enough, a few moments later, the dead man was identified as Tom Caldwell.
Tom was dead, and maybe his own private hell had ended. She hoped so. As far as she was concerned, her obligation to Mac Zee was over. He had let her brother die.
But when the door opened a few minutes later, Mac came in, and with him was Laura, Jill's female lover, and two men he called Ron and Steve. Ron had long, dark-brown hair that flowed down to his shoulders, a mustache, and he had a large cigar sticking out of his mouth. Steve was slender, with light hair, almost blond, and clean-shaven. Both were wearing business suits.
"It's showtime, baby," he told her. "Guess what! I found out that jerk I had here yesterday, George Poulos, really is a fed. So I'm gonna do the organization a favor and get rid of him. They don't know anything, yet. I'm gonna spring my surprise on them after these two guys make the hit. As part of the reward for bumping off Poulos, they get to fuck you, first. Take her upstairs, boys. I'll watch!"
Jill knew that if she went for her gun now, they'd take it away from her and possibly kill her, as well. No! She'd have to wait until she and Mac were alone.
Without being told, she silently preceded everyone up the stairs. They went into her bedroom, and with mounting apprehension she watched as Ron began stripping off his clothes, neatly hanging everything in the nearby closet. Laura was watching with a bemused expression on her face.
She was unable to control a shiver as she saw Ron's cock, long and thick, like his cigar, jut out when released from the confines of his pants. The large red tip was rubbery and firm, shining with its own emissions. Beneath it, the large, heavy sac of his dangling scrotum hung pendulously, and Jill shivered at the sight of the man's swollen genitals.
She watched as Ron began to move toward her. Her eyes were wide with surprise and horror, and her mouth opened. She was, in essence, being turned over to two men. At first, she had thought Laura had been brought for the other man. Now she realized the two men were going to take her on, together. Laura was there to observe her reaction and let Mac know whether or not she was ready for some other beastly thing Mac might have in mind.
Laura, along with Mac and Steve, were watching her very closely as Ron's eyes were wandering avariciously up and down her shuddering young body, noting its voluptuousness. She turned, looking for some place to run, but there was no place. Ron didn't bother dragging her to the bed. He hurled her to the floor. Then he was on top of her, pulling her toward him.
His warm wet mouth, covered by an even larger mustache than Mac's, clamped itself firmly against hers as the man pushed her backward, straightening her out on the floor until she was completely supine. Panic worked its way into her terrified brain. She had no idea whether she was capable of handling two men.
A terrible sense of unreality permeated her shell-shocked consciousness. This just wasn't happening...not to her. Her brother was dead. Her obligation to Mac was over, though it was obvious he didn't seem to think so.
She turned her eyes mutely toward Laura, appealing for some kind of help, but Laura didn't react in any way. Jill really didn't blame the other woman. Being a woman, Laura's primary interest in this jungle of men was to simply survive. But it was the leer on Mac's face that she hated the most, and she swore, before the night was out, she would be free of him.
She was aware of her fearfully quivering thighs being tugged wider and wider apart, and then the sensual impact of a probing hand was felt against the tenderness of her flesh. In spite of her strong inner revulsion, a thrill of familiar excitement began coursing through her at the lascivious contact. Ron began a gentle, rubbing stroke of her throbbing vaginal lips, and she was amazed to discover she was already wet down there. Involuntarily she found herself slowly parting her thighs all the wider, giving him greater access to her anxious cunt. Yes, her cunt was anxious.
"She's about ready right now," Mac said, gesturing to Steve, the other hit man, whose eyes were glued to the delightfully enticing sight of her succulent coral cunt.
"Yeah," Ron called out. "She juices quickly. She's ready."
Jill blushed a deep red because of the comments the men were unconcernedly passing back and forth about her. She was mortified and wanted all this to end, and yet, her body was already nagging at her. Now that it had been aroused, it needed satisfaction. The body was actually welcoming the outraged treatment she was receiving. An anticipatory flush began coursing uncontrollably through her shuddering form, together with a definite softening of her original resistance. She pulled her breath in sharply when she felt the burning head of Ron's pulsing cock as it nudged against the quivering folds of her slick vagina. She was overfilled with a sense of expectancy and knew there was no way to prevent this. So she allowed herself to go along with it. She drifted toward helpless acquiescence. All during this time, a warning voice kept sounding in her brain that there would be more violation of her, and more, and more.
But it was too late for her to back out. She wasn't able to get away from these terrible people. The time for screaming, for resisting was long gone. It was her brother at whom she ought to have screamed. His were the blandishments she ought to have resisted. She had given herself in bondage to Mac Zephyr to try helping a brother who had refused to be helped. Now her body was in command of her mind, and her body demanded cock. Cock it would receive.
With a grunt, Ron shoved his prong forward, violently invading her feminine garden. The giant shaft of his fully erect organ entered her waiting cunt with flesh-splitting pain.
"Uuunnnnnggg gghh!" she gasped, not prepared for such a vicious thrust all at once. Even Mac Zee, for the most part, had always gone in slowly. It was obvious these men lacked even his finesse.
All the breath had been knocked from her lungs, and all she was able to do was lie there helplessly on the floor, pinned by the violently savage penetration of the sex-crazed fiend on top of her. She felt as if she had been sliced neatly in half, her interior filled to overflowing with cock as the hotly pulsating instrument crammed itself into her belly with a single fearful thrust. The man had managed to bury every last inch of the organ into her with a single push. Now he was flexing it inside her quivering body, making the ache in her reverberate throughout all of her. At this moment, Jill was certain she wouldn't have been able to move even to save her life. The penis inside her body had gone in too quickly, not giving her a chance to adjust, and she felt as if the man was ready to kill her.
At last he began pulling back, and Jill had to clench her teeth tightly against the harsh, grating feel of it. It was as if the tender inner membranes inside her had been pulled out mercilessly, and she wondered if, when this was all over, she would ever be able to stand again. Without waiting for her to adjust, once he was all the way back, Ron powered forward again, slamming the full length of his lust-bloated shaft into the flamingly quivering depths of her vagina all over again.
He began a steady cadent fucking into her, establishing an easy rhythm, widening her quickly, his hands gripping her hips and holding her solidly in place. As he continued pumping in and out of her narrow oscitancy, Jill, to her intense relief, quickly felt the discomfort turn to the pleasure she had been seeking as her inner self began lubricating all the more heavily, enabling her to accommodate the lance of flesh. Of their own accord, her hips began to automatically flex upward and rock gently in perfect time with the man's driving, fucking tempo.
Her brain was seething with all kinds of tumultuous thoughts. This time, everything had taken place so quickly, before her mind even had an opportunity to adjust. The three men and the woman had simply entered the house, all but forced her up to the bedroom, and one of them had undressed himself, pushed her to the floor, and with the littlest manual stimulation, had simply jammed his cock into the temple of her body. She was completely unused to anything like this, even though her being with Mac Zee had taught her to expect just about anything.
It occurred to Jill that being a whore or a tramp was sometimes more a state of mind than anything else. If she believed herself to be a whore, then that was what she was. Otherwise, in spite of all that had happened to her, she was still as pure and pristine as the day was long. Seeing Laura made her realize she would never be able to think like the more slender woman. What was more, at this juncture, she realized she didn't want to think like Laura. There was still a chance of getting out of this, and she wanted to take it. Even if it meant killing Mac Zee, she wasn't going to live the rest of a short, sordid life whoring for an uncaring son of a bitch whose only interest in her was to use and abuse her.
It wasn't right for her to speculate about the future at this moment. She was in the middle of a bizarre situation, one over which she had absolutely no control, and to which, she had to confess, she had not really offered any real resistance. Yes, she liked sex, liked it a lot more than she had ever expected. But her liking to go to bed with a man had nothing to do with her being a tramp. She was more determined than ever to work her way out of this.
She was being fucked at the moment by a man she didn't know at all, save he was a killer. This being the case, there was a good chance he carried his gun with him, somewhere. If she was able to get to her own gun, she might be able to find his gun, and then create a series of "accidents." Right now, she was still in the process of being fucked with three interested onlookers enjoying the spectacle.
Unable to help herself, she realized she was beginning to enjoy the salacious sensations pouring through her, rippling from the depths of her cock-filled vagina, and though her mind was trying to think ahead to afterward, her body only cared about the present. It was responding in the way to which it had become accustomed over the past few weeks, with total and complete submission. Her feminine interior welcomed the solid masculinity dominating and controlling it, and her thighs opened themselves happily wider in order to receive even more of the penile obtruder.
Her eagerly receptive tunnel flowered wider and wider, anxious to receive deep, hard, violent thrusts of cock, and she arched her lovely back to allow the lust-stiffened lance to drive to the deepest part of her inner self. Her nipples were sensually erect and quivering on the tips of her swollen breasts, and her face was lit up with a glow of total pleasurable acceptance. Her inner mind kept telling her to try and think of other things in order to keep her own orgasm from being reached. The last thing she needed was to be so worn out, she would fall asleep after all this was over. But she needn't have worried on that score. Her adrenalin was up, and though she didn't realize it at the moment, she was capable of handling a hundred men.
Her body didn't give a damn about the future. Here was this man, with his long, thick penis, and he was burying it inside her, and that was all that really mattered. Mac had been a good teacher, she had to give him that much. He had taught her flesh how to react to physical responses, awakening reactions in her she had never known before. Because of him, these reactions were slowly but surely becoming fine-honed, and, as usual, her body didn't give a damn who was on the other end of the cock as long as the cock did a proper job. She had to admit, Ron's cock was doing a proper job.
"Uuuuunnnhghhhhh...aaaann nnnnnnhh hhhh-hh...ohhhhh hhhh . . . " she mewled out loud in obvious vivid arousal, totally abandoning herself completely to the carnal desire which had swept her up as velvet flames of lust continued licking their way through her womanly chute.
Her arms moved, sweeping around Ron and fastening tightly around his neck, pulling his head down so her mouth was able to eagerly clamp itself to his. Greedily she met him with anxious lips, her pink tongue darting from between her teeth into the center of his mouth. She forgot all about Laura and Mac for the moment. She even forgot about the other man, Steve, who had been a silent witness to all this, saying nothing the entire time. The only person in her world at this moment was Ron, who was fucking her harder and harder, though she was unable to get enough of his virile cock at this moment.
"Yesssss...aaaa aaaaaannnnhh hhhh...morrrr-rre...I love it...I love it...I want more...more." she begged.
The hot lascivious sounds came rasping from her gullet, and she was once again transformed into a wanton by her own inner lust. Her long blonde hair swung back and forth as she raised her head, framing her lovely face as her eyes once again took on a hazy, glazed stare of total sensuousness.
Jill was so enraptured by all this, feeling one electrifying sensation after another shooting through her shuddering body, for a moment she was totally unaware of a new set of embraces from a different source. For a brief instant she believed the softly insistent caresses on her nakedly pumping buttocks were merely her imagination, but then she realized they weren't.
Fingers tightened on the bowls of her rear flesh. She was being squeezed and kneaded as the two mounds were being pulled apart. "Mac!" she gasped.
"Nan!" Mac told her. "That's Steve. He's shucked his clothes and he's all set to make you feel good too, honey."
The almost matter-of-fact way Mac spoke sent a chill of foreboding down her spine. She tried hard to pull away from his unwanted hands.
"Take it easy, honey," Steve crooned to her. "Let me get a good feel of that nice, soft ass."
His fingers were moving in the sensitive crack between her violently trembling buttocks. They came to rest on the prune-like pucker of her tiny little starred anus. For a moment Steve hesitated, then without any preliminaries, he rammed his middle finger into the futilely resisting orifice.
"No...no...no...." Jill gasped, remembering only too well the pain Mac had caused her back there. "Stop it!"
But the two men with her seemed totally oblivious to her moans and groans of pain, and Steve simply screwed his finger that much deeper into her shuddering body, feeling the way her hole futilely tried pushing him out. Tears of pain and protest flooded the beautiful Jill's wide eyes. She felt another surge of anger in her. Who were these men that they should do this to her? Why won't they leave me alone? Why did they have to come along and make things even more unpleasant?
Steve continued scouring his extended middle finger around and around in the quivering anal tunnel, his eyes now bulging with licentious delight as he stared down at the warm softness of her wickedly spread buttocks. Finally he pulled his finger out, making Jill audibly sigh with relief.
But the beautiful blonde's relief was only momentary. Once again insidious hands were crawling under her, touching the satiny softness of her helpless rear-end. A new apprehension began mounting inside her shuddering body.
Ron was still rhythmically fucking solidly in and out of her quivering pussy as her legs remained lewdly splayed apart. He fucked into her with all the power at his command, but now Jill was unable to concentrate on the tremors of pleasure invading her. She wanted Steve to leave her alone.
Her ears picked up the sound of the skinny blond man's voice as he said to Ron, "Roll her over, buddy. I want in, too."
Jill's body stiffened with terror she had never previously known. How did this man intend fucking her if she was already being fucked? Surely he wasn't thinking of doing to her what Mac had recently done to her. No! Oh God, no! Anything but that!
But even as the unspeakable thoughts were flashing around in her tormented brain, Jill found herself being rolled onto her side by Ron, who still lay facing her. Then he hoisted her above him as he lay on his back. Not once had his cock lost contact with the interior of her well-oiled cunt.
She was up now, bending over a little, swaying so that her breasts dangled downward while her white buttocks were lifted high in the air. It was obvious from the smile on Ron's face he was in full accord with what Steve wanted to do to her.
Jill wanted to cry out her objections when, once again she felt the spheres of her buttocks slowly being pried apart, and then, she shuddered in abject repulsion when she felt the unmistakable probing of a fully erect penis pressing against her tortured anal crack. She wanted to pull away, but found herself unable to do so. Ron's arms wrapped themselves tightly around her hips, holding her firmly in place, and Steve's hands were now digging cruelly into the softly tender flesh of her thighs as he tugged her legs farther apart.
A cold shiver of terror rippled through her as the penile head continued pushing against her vulnerable anus. The pressure became more and more insistent, and then.. .
A blinding wave of torment flushed through her shuddering body and she felt as if white-hot, burning knives were being stabbed into the narrow tightness of her anal orifice, slamming into her rectal tunnel.
"Stop! Stop! Stop!" she futilely begged. "You're tearing me apart...I'll bleed to death. . . "
But the incredible agony continued to overpower her, and the lovely blonde became aware that her tears were falling, unheeded into Ron's mustache as he remained smiling below her. She didn't want to cry, to show these people how much they were hurting her, but the pain and the humiliation were overpowering. Every time she was certain there was no new way for Mac to humiliate her, he proved her wrong.
Her thighs were swept relentlessly wider as Steve's lust-demanding cock crammed and rammed its way into her back passage, feeling her natural resistance slowly surrendering. God! It was so unjust, so unfair and so terrible.
Steve stared down, leering with satisfaction at the disappearing length of his driving penis as it continued sodomizing the helpless woman. The sight of Ron fucking the luscious cunt had been too much for him, and at Mac's instigation, he had helped himself to her nicely tight ass.
Laura stood on the side, knowing how much the other girl was suffering and feeling a pang of regret for her. But deep down, she pictured this happening to herself, and she would have looked forward to it. Besides, she had a natural voyeuristic tendency.
At last Steve had the full length of his driving cock totally embedded in the lovely blonde's narrow anal center. He was overjoyed with the tightness. He had fucked other assholes in the past, and for the most part they had been assholes that had been widened from constant usage. This was one really nice and narrow rectum. With Ron buried in her cunt, it made her rear tunnel even tighter.
"Hhhh uuuu nnnn gggg hhhh...aaaa nnnn gggg hhhhh. . . " the helpless Jill continued to sob as Steve very slowly began withdrawing his throbbing cock from her anal interior. Her tight anal ring clung with a maddening embrace to the phallic lance. When all but the burgeoning red tip of his phallic javelin had been withdrawn from her rear tunnel, he once again slowly slid the full length of his maddening cock forward, sinking it inch by inch into the helplessly resisting channel. Now he began to methodically saw in and out, pushing the full length of his organ through the tunnel of the subserviently kneeling blonde, increasing his speed as resistance in her back channel continued lessening.
With every passing moment he was able to slip more easily in and out of her gradually lubricating asshole, lubricating with his own seminal oils, that is. He continually ravaged the buttery warmth of her anal depths with a natural sadism that had led him to become a contract killer. He was even able to time his thrusts to match those of Ron, below him, as the mustached man pumped her. His lust-bloated penis slammed deeper and deeper into her rectal orifice as the other man's cock continued plowing into her helpless cunt. Ron held her hips in place as he hurled his penis upward, slamming into her again and again. The two pulsating shafts swept into her dual passages as one, each grazing against the other with only a thin membrane separating them as they buffeted the young woman back and forth.
Jill fought to get some clarity into her confusion-wracked brain. The pain was slowly fading from behind, and her nakedly aroused body was tingling from the double-fucking, thrill following thrill through her shuddering body. She wanted to resist, but she was so far gone, the idea was ludicrous, at best. Powerless to fight herself more than anyone else, she found her newly awakened feminine flesh to be discovering new heights and new limits, to the point where she began to wonder if there were limits.
Jill realized how much she was enjoying it all, and knew it was foolish to try and fight her inner feelings. Since she was responding to this, she might as well go all the way and let them finish. Sooner or later she would manage to get the revenge she so desperately sought.
Involuntarily she discovered she was lifting her body up to meet the downward thrusts into her rectum, slamming her white-fleshed buttocks against the front of the man behind her. Now that she was gaining some modicum of control, she changed the rhythm. Where the two men had plunged in and out together before, now she slammed down, taking Ron into her cunt and letting Steve slide out of her ass. Then she slammed up, her asshole swallowing Steve's cock, and her cunt temporarily relinquishing Ron's. Her body moved as far as possible in both directions, taking the full length of both penises into her body at once.
Turning her head, she looked at Laura and saw the look of envy in Laura's eyes. The older woman was avidly watching all that was taking place.
This, more than anything else wiped the stigma of degradation from Jill's mind. The fact that this other woman was envying her made her suddenly feel superior. Hell! She was enjoying it! Why shouldn't she? It felt damned good. All that really mattered was the pleasurable excitement she was continually feeling.
Her mind, once and for all, was cleared of all doubts and reservations. What did it matter that she was being fucked by two men? Hell! As long as it felt good, there was nothing wrong with being fucked by a dozen men, if it were humanly possible.
She had come to accept many things as normal over the course of the past three weeks. Why draw a line anywhere? If it felt good, then do it!
All three of them, Jill, Steve, and Ron were temporarily united, and Laura was envious, while Mac Zephyr was pleased things were working out so well for him. For some odd reason, Jill felt incredibly secure between the two men fucking her. She felt as if she were scaling heights she had never previously reached. Unbelievable ripples of lust continued cascading through her trembling body, loosening every nerve-ending, making her feel nothing but pleasure.
The pleasure of being double-fucked mingled with the feelings surging through her brain, and she felt more uplifted than ever before. But it was all coming to a head, and very shortly. She felt as if she were soaring upward, right out of her shuddering body. Jill realized she was whoever she wanted to be. As long as she had that small gun, she had a chance of getting out of this, and more, she had the chance of getting away with money. Jill knew where Mac kept the bank books. Every evening, when he came home, he tucked them in the top drawer of a credenza down in the dining room. He had probably done so tonight, too. Those books were bank accounts in her name, with her signature. She was going to use that money to get far, far away once she got out of here.
Thrills suffused her body and wiped out further thought. She bucked rapidly back and forth, moving uncontrollably, unable to stop herself. She was on the brink of orgasm, and what was more, so were the two men who were fucking her.
"I can feel it," Ron gasped. "Oh man, can I ever feel it."
"Me, too," Steve nodded. "Mac this is some terrific chick you have here. I'd like to use her in the future."
"Anytime I have a job for you boys," Mac replied.
It was all too much for Laura, and she said, "I'm leaving, Mac. You don't need me here anymore. You've got her well-trained."
"Sure," Mac told her. "Get outta here."
So Laura ran, which made Jill happy. She didn't like the idea of having to kill Laura, and she knew she was going to kill anyone who saw her shooting Mac.
Now the hovering orgasm finally shot through the helpless body of the buffeted Jill. Thrill after thrill rained down on her as never before, and she shrieked a long, loud, "YYYY EEEE AAAA GGGG HHHH UUUU NNNN GGGG HHHH AAAA UUUU WWWW AAAA NNNN GGGG HHHH AAAA GGGG HHHH AAAA NNNN GGGG HHHH AAA WWW AAA GGGHH!"
She came, feeling hot jets of semen fill her cunt and her rectum as the two men shouted out their own orgasms, and also climaxed. Then Steve pulled out of her ass, and she rolled off Ron.
The two men were up almost immediately as she lay there, hurriedly dressing. She noticed neither of them had brought a weapon into the house. Had she had the strength, she would have taken the gun from beneath her mattress and shot all three of them. But for the moment she just lay there.
"You guys go to the meeting place," Mac was telling the two hit men. "I'll turn on the phone here and call Georgie and tell him to be there."
"Okay by us," Ron nodded.
The two men walked downstairs with Mac and she heard him letting them out the front door. She was regaining her strength now, and she crawled over to the mattress. Reaching under, she pulled out the gun. Remembering something she had seen in a movie, she pulled out the clip and saw it had four shells in it, which was all she would need. She shoved the clip back in, then once again doing as she had seen in a movie, she tugged back on the barrel of the gun, taking off the safety and jacking the first shell into place.
Standing, she went to Mac's room and saw the telephone there. He had a way of turning it off so she was unable to call out. But he was calling George Poulos now, setting him up. She lifted the receiver carefully, and she heard the two men talking.
"Yeah, George, I wanna see you at the old warehouse tonight. We got a few more things to straighten out."
"Sure thing," George was heard, saying.
"Don't go!" she said with a steady voice into the phone. "It's a trap. There'll be two killers waiting there for you."
A loud crash told her Mac had slammed down his receiver as she had expected he would. He came running up the stairs to his bedroom where she sat, waiting.
"You bitch!" he snarled. "You went too far, just now. I'm gonna see to it you're good for nothing anymore."
"Wrong, Mac," she smiled, pointing the pistol at him. "You're the one who's good for nothing anymore. Remember what you told me to do the next time I wanted to hit you in the balls?"
"Hey, you gotta be kiddin' with that toy. Where'd you find it, in some kiddie store?"
She purposely aimed low, and the bullet smashed his shin, making him fall to the floor. He began screaming in pain, and she walked over, took careful aim as he screamed, "No, Jill, no, I'll do right by you, baby...I will...you'll see.. . "
"You won't do right by anyone," she retorted, and fired.
The bullet smashed his two testicles, and the pain he felt was beyond belief. He howled like a banshee, blood pouring from his groin all over his expensive carpet.
"Oh God! Oh God!" he screamed. "Oh God! It hurts!"
"Does it?" Jill asked, and shot him in the throat.
The bullet, had it been of a larger caliber, would have killed him instantly. Instead, all this one did was take out his voice, and blood came out of his mouth as he writhed on the floor in unbelievable agony. She used the last bullet to puncture his two kidneys, shooting from the side. Now he would die, but slowly, in total torment.
"Jill!" a voice screamed from the phone.
She picked up the receiver and said, "George, you know where I am. Come and get me. I've just exterminated a cockroach."
"Don't worry, honey, no one'll ever connect you with killing him," George told her.
No one ever did. She married George Poulos after he resigned from the federal government, and the two of them went to Jamaica to live on the money "left to them" by Mac Zephyr...seven-hundred thousand dollars.
