We stood behind the batter's cage, ogling our man up at bat. He tossed us a wink before assuming position. I got a look at his muscled buns and felt a twinge of lust. Dennis Austin had joined our precinct early in the year and proved to be an stimulating addition. We tended to enjoy the injection of new male talent-particularly since we were bound by a vow of "monogamy." Although other men might have been eye-catching, we were prohibited as "Police Babes" to sexually indulge ourselves outside our intimate circle. Cops were the centerpiece of our lives; they provided us with food, shelter and luxury; we, on the other hand, furnished them all the sex they wished. It was a reciprocal agreement. We were there to cool them off after a nerve-wracking stakeout, or a life-threatening mission. We gave them pleasure after they were out of danger, and made them forget the hazardous occupation of their careers.
As their girlfriends, we were directed to shun the magnetism of other men. Engaging in deception was not only discouraged, it resulted in disbandment. Nobody in our exclusive club dared to test that rule.
Although we were each assigned our own man, exchanging partners within the group was both acceptable and commonplace. Swapping companions, or even pairing off into small groups, was routine. None of us minded the interchange-it provided an element of surprise. Some combinations were more successful than others-depending on the temperament and creative resourcefulness of those involved.
The pitcher threw a fast ball, causing a delighted uproar from our little assembly. We received a snarl after whooping it up. Claudia, Dennis' mainstay, grabbed the chain link fence and bounced rapidly until her big tits heaved from one side of her tight T-shirt to the other. Luscious Claudia, a new recruit, with her dark shoulder-length hair, became my gal pal almost immediately upon joining us. She had just begun dating Dennis at the time he enlisted in the police force, so her membership to the Babes was a natural transition. I quickly spotted Claudia's appetite for pleasure during our first acquaintance. Her steamy glances, her lingering touch and her exotic tastes supported that assumption.
As the senior person of our bunch, I was famous for identifying sensual qualities in people. I'd surprised the girls time and again, relating to them my esoteric impressions. My calling for distinguishing people's erotic tendencies earned me quite a reputation. If we were at a social gathering and I observed a girl of average attraction, I could mentally dissolve her layers of camouflage and unveil the wildly seductive creature she was. If the action at the party shifted in that direction, proof of her inclinations was generally established.
When Dennis came around, I instinctively knew he was a sexual powerhouse. That tall, strapping body had the capacity for untold excitement. A single glance and that evaluation took root. His fiercely masculine features, embossed by a pencil mustache and framed by dark blond hair, were contributing factors, but his underlying lustiness was most telling from the heft of his cock. Even the navy blue pants of his uniform failed to hide the significant bulge of his equipment. How he managed to pack that thrill-giving apparatus inside his pair of athletic shorts posed another question. I expected his dick to slip out of his protective cup and protrude.
"Isn't he cute, Melissa?" Claudia enthused, sidling up next to me.
Smiling, I nodded. Dennis had a spectacular profile from the rear. Those broad shoulders tapered to a trim waist, muscled buttocks and sinew-rich thighs. We visually followed the jutting biceps down to his powerful forearms, then finally to the enormous hands that gripped the bat. He was the very picture of virility. "I hear you two had yourselves quite a party last night."
Claudia's beautiful face went dreamy. "Mmmmm. Did we ever. Six hours of nonstop fucking. Whew! Dennis wouldn't quit-no matter what I did. Believe me, I save some of my best tricks for him, and none of them worked. He gets like a rock."
I gazed at Dennis and thought about doing a marathon with him. Claudia wouldn't mind; she'd gladly take Joe off my hands. Joe was my "regular." Believe me, he was no slouch: tall, dark-haired, olive-skinned with wire-rimmed glasses and movie star handsome. Few people bought him as a cop-he looked more like a prom date, even at age thirty-two. Joe also happened to be well-hung. The sheets rarely got cool when he was around; Joe was highly sexed and proud of it.
Joe wouldn't have minded fucking Claudia; as a matter-of-fact, he had.
The next two pitches did not bode well for Dennis. The ball whistled past him, straight over the base, signaling the end of his turn.
"You're out!" barked the umpire.
"That wasn't a strike!" Dennis argued.
The umpire pointed to the dug-out. "Grab some bench, pal."
"Hey, come on, let's play ball," called Pete from first base, who patiently waited for an opportunity to at least make second.
Dennis angrily hurled the bat off to the side and stomped off, unhappy with the call. For a man of thirty-five, he didn't tolerate rejection. Bearing an ugly snarl, he kicked up some clouds of dust while making his exit.
"It's just like him to get pissed off," Buffy snipped from behind. Buffy-a blonde, big-breasted, mouth-watering prima donna to whom my sentiments constantly fluctuated-was renowned for her bitchy comments. "What a baby."
"Blow it out your ass, honey," Claudia chimed, without emotion.
Buffy pouted, then fell silent.
Claudia went to lend comfort to her man. From the slant of her features, erotic therapy wasn't ruled out.
On the heels of Dennis' departure, Joe stepped up to the plate eagerly looking for a challenge. His manly stride and cocky smirk captured my immediate attention. Not a single drop of sweat marred his tanned complexion; Joe was cool as the proverbial cucumber. He was built for a woman with a natural hunger for sex. The sturdy definition of his upper torso stretched his T-shirt to the limit. The ripple of muscle in both arm and leg caused my pulse to skip a beat. Desire swam through me in strong, persistent waves.
I pushed my big tits to the chain link fence, then raised my designer sunglasses to reveal my wink. "If you get a hit, I'll make it worth your while."
"Done," he declared, firmly gripping the bat. His initial swing was flawlessly executed, forecasting the minimum of a double play. He smacked the ground, whipping up a few clouds of dust, then assumed the batter's stance.
My pussy oozed with moisture. Whether he hit a single or struck out, I wanted to fuck his brains out. The notion of taking him behind the bushes and releasing my large, mouth-filling tits from confinement entered my mind. I could practically feel that mouth enclose my hard-pebbled nipples, followed by an invigorating slurp of his expert tongue.
I had chosen just the outfit to bring those breathtaking thoughts to fruition. Clad in a button-down blouse, I intentionally left the top three undone. My cleavage was an appetizing package of billowy excess, swelling to the delight of onlookers. The shorts I wore were cut high, displaying my fashionably slim thighs to advantage. A pair of high-heeled sandals completed an irresistible portrait. I had to admit, measuring the reactions I received, I was in peak condition. Joe liked it when I dressed "hot." Just about everything I wore reinforced my sexy image. I didn't have to act the part-sex exuded from my pores. Largely a sensual creature, visual entertainment for the hormones, I attracted more attention by entering a room than most women, and rightfully so. I worked diligently on that aspect of my character, perfecting a style men enjoyed. I studied men's behavior to cultivate the desired reaction. If they wanted bold and brassy, I could give that; if they preferred soft and sexy, I would do that, too. I could adopt just about any manner to effectively serve the men. In my experience, nothing was too daring, too outrageous to bring into startling formation.
Joe awaited the first pitch; when it came, he was prepared. I saw the enlargement of his biceps, chased by the sturdy arc of his bat. The impact reverberated throughout the field. We all watched the ball climb higher and higher, soaring through the air, beyond the other team's reach.
"Yes!" declared Pete, running the bases, looking unstoppable.
Joe began to scurry, too, though it was with tremendous confidence. The ball had evaded our opponent's grasp, paving the way for a home run. I watched with a moist pussy as Joe's limber body traveled from one base to the next, keeping an eye on the contenders. The fumbling and error in handling the ball accounted for his sweep to victory. Joe moved with athletic grace, pumping his brawny arms and thighs to the delight of the Babes.
I knew, when the game was over, I wanted to fuck him.
Dennis scowled at Joe's achievement. I'm sure envy passed through his mind. It was an anticipated response, in light of the hoots and cries that went up as he made his approach to home plate.
Claudia installed herself behind him, brushing the base of his neck with her lips while massaging his shoulders. Her consolement did not appear to have a positive effect; Dennis was much too disgusted with his performance to convert his soured emotions.
As Joe landed successfully on home, we surrounded him in a congratulatory cheer. I, of course, opened my arms and flew at him. My tits were squashed to his chest by design. Mmmmm. I luxuriated in his manly cradle.
"Great play, Joe," acknowledged Kevin with a high-five. "That puts us in the lead."
"Anybody need a beer?" asked Pete, fetching one from the cooler. He couldn't open it fast enough, downing a healthy gulp then reflecting bliss. "There's nothing like it."
"Sure, there is," winked his girl, Nina, a prime example of "Police Babe" gusto. "Think about it." She elevated her twin globes of tantalization for the enlightenment of all. Dark, flashing eyes and full, serviceable lips were Nina's most striking attributes. Undoubtedly fetching, she was a tall and lithe brunette that spawned lustful thoughts. Her quick wit was most appreciated to break the ice when a tense moment developed.
"How could I forget," he chuckled, visibly loving the way she slid up against him. He brushed her lips with his, then automatically delved for her nape.
Nina emitted an ardent mewl. "Mmmmmmm. Keep that up and I won't wait until the game's over."
Pete's hand cupped that choice ass and dragged her a little closer. "There's always the bushes."
Buffy anchored her hands on her hips. "Why don't the two of you get it out of your systems so we can keep our lead."
Nina kissed her middle finger, then held it defiantly for Buffy. "Special delivery."
"Translation, please?" Buffy sniffed, feigning ignorance.
"I can give you a quick lesson in the bushes, too," Nina murmured, cuddling against Pete.
"I could use a little of that." Joe's whisper sent a flurry of stimulation through me. His hand swept down my back, then encompassed my ass. "How about some warm fuzzies in my back seat."
"That's it!" Buffy fumed, prior to stomping off. "We're going to blow this game because you bitches can't keep your legs closed."
I could see the evolution of Buffy's mood from vexation to complete hysteria. I backed away from Joe. "I better go find out what her problem is."
Joe smirked. "I may not understand the basis for it, but I know what the cure is-and she'll have to wait until there's an available player that can lend his services." He gave a suggestive swagger to embellish his comment.
"You could be right," I said before meeting with her. I knew if I was in such a temperament, a good fuck would surely have set me right.
Buffy moved off to a distant point of the field to observe the game alone. The set of her luscious features gave the opinion that she was deeply troubled over something. I could understand why Dennis had behaved the way he did, with the pressure of the trial, but Buffy's behavior baffled me. I placed my hand on her shoulder and gave her a reassuring squeeze. Buffy, characteristically, recoiled from my grasp.
"I don't feel like receiving a lecture," she warned.
"That wasn't my intention." I lowered my voice several octaves. "Is everything okay between you and Steve?"
"Of course. Why shouldn't it be?"
I scanned the men gathered at the side and observed Steve's negligence of Buffy; her isolation didn't seem to disquiet him. "The two of you haven't exchange a single word since the start of the game."
"Don't concern yourself with that," she insisted. "He's feeling the weight of the trial, just as much as Dennis."
Her explanation didn't fulfill my curiosity. Normally, Steve's hands were constantly on Buffy. Her lush, sexy body generated total excitement. I even found her sexy, but tired of her pivotal swings. "Joe hasn't acted the same, nor has Pete. Steve doesn't strike me as the kind of man that buckles under pressure." I reached for her shoulder again, determined to supply comfort. "Today is important to the men. They need this kind of amusement to alleviate the stress. Don't contribute toward it."
Buffy turned to me with swollen eyes. I couldn't remember her ever being this shaken. "I guess I'm scared. There have been threats."
I fought to remain steady. "Threats?"
"Steve received a mysterious note the other day, warning him not to go on the witness stand." She bit her lip. "I wasn't suppose to tell anyone. Steve will be angry with me if you repeat that."
It was difficult to be anything but nonplused. Ever since the start of the trial, in which the men were compelled to testify against a racketeering organization, we'd all been emotionally under fire. The number of bribes in circulation prohibited a select group of policemen from disclosing its existence. Our men were brave enough to send it into bankruptcy by exposing its corrupt operation; a few of them, such as Dennis and Steve, were steeply involved in the case. The trial, currently underway, approached its most illuminating stage on Monday; the weekend, therefore, was the Babes responsibility to assume their "pressure valve" roles. We were committed to our men and their happiness.
"Please," Buffy whispered, "don't breathe a word of this. Steve is much more worried than he's showing. He's uncertain whether the threats have actual meaning."
"Why doesn't he bring the note to the court's attention?"
Buffy adamantly shook her head. "It was written by one of the other policemen. He doesn't dare implicate him."
I forced a smile. "Enough of this. Let's go back and pump some cheer into our faces. The men need us more than ever for emotional support."
Buffy conceded. "I suppose you're right."
I purposely arranged a barbecue at my place after the game to cap an otherwise stellar day. The men, with the exception of Dennis, had set aside their anxieties over the trial and permitted us to relieve them of that mental burden in the way we knew best. Hot sex was definitely in order. After nourishing them, we would take the evening to titillating heights.
We wrapped on a victorious note, maintaining our lead and vanquishing the other team's bid at upholding their undefeated status. Dennis managed to recapture his old spirit and participated in the celebration (although his later hit to second base was of vital import in restoring his optimism).
I was glad to see the game reach its conclusion. Joe had instigated a disturbance between my legs that required his individual attention. My brain was saturated with pictures of those flexing muscles, the heft of his cock and most of all, his "let's-go-somewhere-and-fuck grin. Fortunately, we all arrived at the field in different cars, thereby affording us the opportunity to spend a few minutes alone.
I slid right next to him, aligning my undraped thigh to press against his leg. The prickle of his manly textures sent my erotic impulses soaring. My tit nudged his ballooned biceps, providing a delicious shiver. "You were incredible out there," I murmured, nuzzling him.
Joe appreciated my intimate response. His firm and receptive posturing sent electrical currents through me. "It was nice to have your backing."
"You have more than that," I mused, trailing my feathery caress across those well-defined pectorals. The need to indulge myself propelled my hand lower. His cock took shape beneath those athletic shorts, commanding my study. Its gradual tautness had me panting.
"You haven't forgotten your promise?" he asked, huskily.
"About my making it worth your while if you got a base hit?"
He nodded. "And since it turned out to be a home run, I thought I might receive something really special."
"Without a doubt." I descended upon him, unable to suspend my hunger a second longer. The others had already driven away. It didn't matter that we would arrive home well after they'd gotten there; satisfying Joe was of superior weight.
My thick red hair tumbled over his lap as I dropped my face to the source of his urgency. The mouth-watering outline of his cock accelerated my pulse. Joe was huge, a sight for sex-starved eyes, protruding heavily at my inspection. Enthusiastically, I massaged that magnificent outgrowth with my cheeks and nose. Mmmmmm. I detected an impatient throb. I caught that significant roll with my lips, passionately expanding its width. He strained against the material.
Joe moaned as I administered these inflammatory strokes. I hadn't even gotten his dick out and he was charged with enthusiasm. He cupped my head, drawing me closer to his rigid shaft. In a flight of madness, he smashed himself to my face, then jerked. His hard-on pulsated with fury. He could barely contain the gravity of his desire.
"Take it out, baby," he muttered from above. "I need some mouth."
His tone set my heart into a staunch beat. His want was plain. I did not wish to prolong Joe's torment, in light of that sizable mass projecting from his shorts. Gratifying him was my job.
I gingerly unhooked the elastic waistband, taking precious care in moving over that healthy erection. It didn't take much for Joe to reach full extension. The moment I glimpsed that plump cockhead, I smacked my lips. I could barely wait to enclose it and suck that initial drop of cum which seeped from the tip. Rather than circling that bloated crown, I rolled out my tongue and dabbed the rim. Joe's unique taste flavored my palate.
"Oh, yeah," he grunted in a sharp intake, his chin high. "Yeah. Make it juicy."
I licked the underside of his cock, introducing more to my moist curl as his shorts were lowered. I enveloped the bulbous head, then sucked in feverish increments until hot saliva streamed down his enormous length. I covered him with my suctioning lips, molding them to that delectable shaft. I quickly worked him into a swelter, swallowing that hard dick.
"Eat it," he urged, thrusting himself into my eager mouth. He shifted his hips, guiding his cock to a warmer, wetter climate. His vise-like grip excited me. The pressure of his fingertips demonstrated blazing necessity. When I orally squeezed him with all I could, he gasped for air. "More. Suck me. Ahhhhhhhhh. Feels so good."
When I sank to the thick stem of his cock and brushed his balls with my lips, I thought Joe was going to shoot. He quivered in his seat, his breathing labored, then resumed his uniform vibrations. I snapped up all the dick I could, effecting a slick stroke. Its spittle-coated skin glistened in the afternoon light. My loud, stirring sucks were muffled when my mouth closed upon him, sealing his cock in saliva-rich heaven. I made sure to create noise as I slobbered him; the sound of a hungry pair of lips on his dick escalated his pleasure.
After subjecting his cock to a fierce sucking, I detached my moist lips and went for his balls. Joe loved getting them licked-perhaps just as greatly as I enjoyed gliding over them with my tongue. I lashed that part of him, swirling through the stray pubes until his skin shimmered with bubbly spit. Mmmmmmm. Joe had a manly taste.
"Jesus," he muttered, at the fringe. "Oh, baby. Ahhhhhh. Don't stop."
I spent several minutes lavishing him with drool before returning to that rounded helmet. His eyes glazed over behind his horn-rimmed glasses as he dipped into my mouth. I obliged him with a volley of steamy licks, running my tongue circuitously along the hefty rim. I toyed with the peak of his large vein, then abundantly sloshed him with spit. His cock emerged as bubble-rich, only to have me pop each and all with another slice of my hot and ready tongue. I seized that woman-pleaser with my vibrant lips and ran them up and down its stretch, drawing it deep in my throat. When I ascended to the rotund head, Joe was gasping for air. His chin went high and he emitted low-pitched, guttural sounds. The noises I registered were far more elaborate, venting my hunger.
Men tend to favor the loud puckers, the noisy mouthing, and the oozing slippage of spit when they get their cocks sucked. In my experience, I've seen them winded by the transformation of a classy woman to a panting nympho. They approve of the idea that a female would shed her refinement and subscribe to vulgar measures while satisfying them. I've never held back with a dick in my mouth: I gobbled it vocally, soaking every inch in a pool of hot saliva. My lips and tongue put their personal stamp, squeezing and delighting in the occupation of a whole cock. Quiet and neatness simply wouldn't do; men like loud and sloppy and anxious-at least the men to whom I'd become intimately acquainted.
I snapped up all the cock my mouth could hold, then swallowed it. Mmmmmmm. Joe was going out of his mind as I absorbed him. I could not get enough of that virile spice. I helped myself to large mouthfuls. Having well-lubricated his dick, it eased its way over my tongue and sank into my warm cavern.
Joe shifted in his seat. "Oh, baby, you're going to make me cum."
I sucked that much harder, willing him to do so. I longed for the creamy splash of cum. I massaged his balls with one hand while sprinting up and down that monster in an oral vise.
My pussy had gotten juicy while I blew him, but I didn't once consider that on his cock. Though Joe would have welcomed the opportunity to receive my wet cunt, I wanted to finish with his orgasm in my mouth. Often we began sex on an oral note, then went on to some hot face to face fucking; I wanted no mistake that this session was totally Joe's, devoted to his satisfaction. I would bring him to climax with the use of my tongue and the stroke of my lips, and not by the grip of my pussy.
"Mmmmmmm," I murmured, subjecting him to the affection of my mouth. I worked my way down to his thick base, then gradually climbed to the bulbous tip. Rivulets of drool coursed from my attached lips, drifting slowly to his balls. I let it collect, then reclaimed it in a heated sweep.
"Mmmmmm."
"Jesus," Joe gasped, bucking and fighting to maintain his coherence. I made the effort increasingly difficult, sucking him to ecstasy. "Oh, Melissa. Oh, baby-"
I didn't stop for a moment, adding value to his pleasure. The flow of stimulation was constant, plentiful. Joe was about to go over the edge, and I did everything in my power to make that happen. I drew on him as fiercely as I could, waiting for those dense squirts to fill my mouth.
My head bobbed frantically as I consumed Joe. I detected his distant tremors, then summoned them with my limber tongue. They made their progressive arrival, suck after suck. Joe rapidly lost control; he grabbed my head and face-fucked me.
"Baby," he muttered deliriously, "that feels so fucking good. Keep going. Do me good. Suck that dick. Yeah. Oh, baby. Keep your mouth on it. I'm going to give you a whole lot of excitement to swallow."
I stayed on that cock, supplying him a willing receptacle for the load that churned in his balls. I was prepared to drain him. My hot, slippery lips sent a feverish message to his body, urging it to follow through.
Joe's shaking increased until his hoarse cry sounded and the peak of gratification had been achieved. "Oh, baby. Baby-arrrgggghhhhh!
Uggghhhhhh! Uggghhh! Uggghhhhh!"
Joe exploded. Concentrated jism spewed into my mouth. I let it gather on my tongue until it was inundated, then gulped it down. Joe replenished that amount many times over, shuddering with joy. Clamping my lips securely to his dick, I nursed a suck that ensured swift extraction. I wanted every drop of his milky goo.
"Mmmmm," I purred, downing the tasty flow. I caressed his balls, treating them tenderly. My touch carried electricity and caused him to jerk in his seat. I exercised a calming rub while slurping the remnant seepage that oozed from his cumhole.
Joe's harsh breathing slowly subsided. The lenses of his glasses were fogged, partially hiding his eyes from me. He took a while before regaining his focus. His jaw was slack, yet the underlying contentment in his expression was present. "Whew! That was definitely a show-stopper."
I released his cock from my embrace. There wasn't a trace of cum to be found-only the casing of my spit. "I hope that hasn't finished you for the night."
He grinned. "Not a chance, baby."
I gave him a light squeeze. Joe retained most of his erection. I gazed hungrily at it, barely repressing the urge to sit on him. Having him fill my cunt was ecstasy, but a houseful of guests had to be attended.
It would be interesting to see what developed when we arrived. The Police Babes were known for their sense of fun.
CHAPTER TWO
Needless to say, the others hadn't waited.
Joe and I drove up to the suspicious quiet of my sprawling home-the traditional location for some of the wildest parties in existence. As one of my perks for being a "babe," Joe forked out the rent. I couldn't have afforded such luxury on my own. Not only did it have five bedrooms, four bathrooms, and a three-car garage, but was complete with an in-ground pool. Joe also supplied me with two cars: one expressly for travel (a Lincoln Town Car) and one for running errands (a Honda Accord).
It wasn't as though Joe earned a fortune as a cop; most of these "conveniences" were purchased from his inheritance. When his parents died, he received a generous settlement from their estate. I often wondered if Joe would ever move in with me and forsake his independence; unfortunately, Joe preferred living on his own. Although generous of his friendship and money, Joe possessed a wild streak that defied taming. He was definitely not one to subscribe to domestication. Perhaps one day, Joe would consent to a more serious relationship; until then, I was complacent to remain his babe.
The men's vehicles lined my circular driveway. The lack of splashing in the pool meant they hadn't taken a refreshing dip; that alone generated a hunch that proved accurate. As we made our approach to the front door, I peered into the window and saw that my instincts were on target. Joe flashed me a crooked smile upon recognition.
"It's nice to see the others are on the same wave length," he commented, draping his brawny arm around my shoulder as we stepped inside.
Dennis, minus his shorts, was reclined across my sofa. Claudia rocked in his lap, surrounding his thick cock with her juicy cunt lips. I saw those gorgeous buns sink to him, absorbing that broad shaft, then pucker against his balls as she completed her descent. Her moan of joy echoed.
Across from them, Nina was on all fours, receiving swift, intoxicating thrusts from Pete. I heard delicious, moist sounds as he shoved himself into her soaked crevice. Nina's nipples bulged prominently through Pete's splayed fingers as he availed himself to her big tits. They grunted as their connection intensified.
Buffy was the only one without cock. Writhing on a nest of pillows, she elevated her hips to catch Steve's slobbering tongue. I saw him slurp those rich, abundant juices that oozed from her pussy.
"I suppose I should wait before serving beverages," I mused quietly to Joe. "They ought to be working up quite a thirst."
Joe nodded, barely lending an ear. He was spellbound by the collective efforts of our friends. His eyes drifted from couple to couple, singling out no one in particular. If Joe chose to participate, he had that privilege. Three-ways were common in our select group.
I elected not to steer him. Joe was entitled to make his own choices, as long as they coincided within our circle. Either Claudia, Nina or Buffy could be called upon to satisfy him. Steve, Dennis or Pete could-likewise expect my willingness to deliver them pleasure.
"Ohhhhhhhhhh," Claudia whimpered, rising and falling evenly atop Dennis. I was drawn to her immediately. Her dark, shoulder-length hair swept across her shoulders as she arched her back and elevated her erect nipples. Those large, man-pleasing tits were too delicious for Dennis to resist. He scooped them up, rotating his thumbs over those inflamed points, escalating the pitch of Claudia's sobs. Claudia's full lips parted, revealing her darting tongue skimming the rim. Her exhalation was sweetly protracted. When she sank herself down to his balls and let that thick cock split her succulent hole, Claudia's eyes blinked open and sought me. Studying those glazed pupils made me wet.
I glanced at Joe, who nodded at me. He understood my weakness for female flesh. All of us possessed that need. My attraction to Claudia competed with that of the other men. She commanded my basic instinct.
I went to her at Joe's prompting. It wouldn't have been fair of me to abandon him if he wanted some pussy. Walking into a highly stimulating scene should have spurred that impulse, but the blow job he got must have temporarily pacified him. He indicated that my talents were required elsewhere with a slant of his head. I'm sure he wanted to watch me do Claudia, too; Joe tended to like female-on-female action.
I slipped out of my blouse in a teasing strip. My fingers floated across the buttons, baring more and more of my tantalizing flesh. My tits slid delightfully from confinement. The flash of pink and the swollen nubs captured Joe's fascination. His expanding delight was evident from the bulge in his shorts.
My disrobing also snared the attention of the other men. Pete, hunched over Nina, pumped her slowly, savoring my performance. He almost drooled at the sight of my naked body as it was exposed. Nina gazed deliriously in my direction, overwhelmed by the cock working her pussy. A faint smile curved her lips before she lapsed back into mindless pleasure. Her nails plunged into my carpeting-a reaction from Pete's powerful thrust. She was definitely enjoying every bit of him she had wrapped inside her cunt. Her tits swung back and forth in conjunction with his satisfying rhythm.
Buffy was far too engaged in the exploits of Steve's tongue to care about my emerging nudity. She cried out as he fucked her with his pointed tip, slicing through her tender crevice. When I saw him protrude from her cunthole, I shivered. Steve was orally-versed, an expert cunt lapper. He'd given me head, too, and his skill at bringing me to swift orgasm was amazing.
Getting her pussy sucked was merely a diversion; when Steve sent Buffy to her peak, he would hook those slender legs over his massive shoulders and stick himself into that dripping snatch. Buffy was in for a sweet pounding.
Both Claudia and Dennis, however, were the most observant of my undressing. They knew I was propelled by their activity and would soon join them. Anticipation charged the air. I felt the crackle of electricity as I discarded my panties. A moist impatience was building in my cunt, insisting upon some form of satisfaction. My clit throbbed; without thought, I fingered it for the entertainment of the others.
"Ohhhhhhhhhh," I moaned, surprised at the depth of my desire. I was horny beyond reason. I employed a second finger, rubbing that sensitive area. I clenched my teeth, exhaling sharply. "Ohhhhhhhhhh."
Claudia held her arms out to me. "Come here, baby," she sighed.
Dennis, essentially in awe of my lush nudity, reacted strongly to my arrival. He grasped Claudia's hips and sawed his way through those heavenly clenching pussy lips. I could hear his balls whack against her buttocks as he fed her his stiff cock. Claudia tensed, digesting the flurry of excitement he injected. The friction between his hard dick and her wet pussy impacted their senses to the extreme.
Those ripe nuggets bobbing before me had holding power. I reached for Claudia's tits with my tongue, swirling around the pink boundaries, then closing in on the distended middle.
Claudia jerked back, her perceptions overloaded. "Ohhhhhhhhhhh. Oh, God."
Dennis responded, too. He crammed himself tall into Claudia's cunt, taking advantage of her sudden thrill. From Claudia's pierced look, I could practically feel myself getting stuck by his huge cock. I'm sure all the sensations Claudia collected between her legs would amount to a staggering orgasm. If I had Dennis inside me, I would probably be on the verge of climax myself.
Lapping her nipples was not my sole excursion. I attached my lips to one and fiercely sucked it. Claudia's surfacing ache from my oral assault was displayed from the frantic vibrations of her body and her prolonged gasp. Her tits swelled around me, urging me to take more.
"Suck them," Claudia implored, shivering against my face. "Suck them, baby. Ohhhhhhhhh. Oh, yeah."
She twisted on Dennis, causing his features to mar. I glimpsed his tortured expression and realized Claudia was squeezing his embedded meat. He benefited from my appetite as well.
I mouthed Claudia's nipples until the areas surrounding them were red from my impressions. I circled and licked them, enjoying their solid texture against my limber tongue. Her exquisite trembling turned me on. It was great having her tits in my mouth.
While I immersed myself in gratifying Claudia, as well as fulfilling my penchant for woman flesh, Dennis had a plan of his own. He seized me by the hips and lifted me over his intense expression. I wasn't expecting it. He executed the transfer flawlessly. Although it brought me face to face with Claudia's lust-stricken body, it also carried me right to his hungry mouth. When those powerful hands dragged me down, I wasn't emotionally prepared for the joy that followed.
"Ohhhhhhh," I moaned, overwhelmed by his initial slurp. He ringed about my savory crevice, then dashed at my swollen clit. Contact with that highly sensitive area was kept to a minimum; he obviously wanted my enjoyment to gradually mount. "Oh, God! Ohhhhhh!"
Dennis drank the juices that oozed from my pussy. His tongue was an instrument of pleasure, effecting a sweep that caused a magnificent disturbance. I shivered as I received each lashing. The pleasure was so acute I snapped back from Claudia and reveled at the sensations that ran through me. He wriggled and stabbed into my hot squish, gleaning it of its flavorful moisture. My pupils bowed upward as I digested that invigorating thrill.
Claudia reclaimed my concentration by enveloping me in her arms and nibbling on my neck. That teasing flutter lasted until our lips were in position. We kissed, feeding each other our warm, spirited tongues. Our mouths were flush, pressing with urgency. Mmmmmm. Claudia had a delightful taste. I pushed my tits at her, eager to feel the indentation of her nipples. My flesh was scorched by her aroused textures.
Dennis did not allow Claudia to forget him. Inspired by our lustful pursuit, he filled her pussy with his excited cock. I saw his knees come up, his calves and thighs flexing, then watched Claudia buckle under his hammering thrust. The slick sound of his dick entering her cunt, trailed by the slap of his balls, affirmed that action. Claudia moaned as she was thoroughly pumped by his big thing.
Meanwhile, I was dragged down to his slobbering mouth and given an exhaustive licking. He delved into my sluiced confines, retrieving distant pockets of honey. I shook atop his face, subjected to an unrelenting barrage of fireworks. Dennis handled us with comfortable ease. The intensity was building for both of us. His yearning to take part in disbursing pleasure was met with blinding success.
We both pushed down on Dennis, hoarse and fevered. I choked with desire as my pussy got sucked. His tongue memorized its susceptible areas. He had an innate sense for bringing me to the pinnacle of joy. His fast, steady laps sent me soaring. I arched my back and shivered, acknowledging the onset of orgasm. Dennis, realizing I was about to cum, launched into a breathtaking tempo. He held fast to my waist, refusing to release me until my bliss was complete.
"Ohhhhhhhh!" I wailed, rocking zealously to his mouth. I wanted to cream on his face just as badly as he craved that experience. My mouth dropped open, but my vocal cords locked. I couldn't utter a sound above the lump that formed at the base of my throat. Seconds later, I convulsed. My curvaceous body was riddled with contractions. I regained my voice and screamed in ecstasy. "Ohhhhhh! Ohhhhhh!"
Dennis devoured the heavy flow of juices that poured from my cunt. I was a veritable fountain, sprinkling his cheeks, nose and mouth with my hot drippings. Dennis consumed the proof of my gratification, noisily gulping what my snatch provided.
Before I had the opportunity to reciprocate, Joe hauled me off of Dennis. The need in his clutch was apparent. My ass flattened against his swollen cock. Obviously, he hadn't wasted time undressing. He throbbed wildly in my crack, eager to penetrate. Joe wrapped his muscled arms around my quivering flesh. I was nuzzled to his bare skin. Joe had a stimulating manliness about him. I longed for him to divide my hungry cunthole with his big dick. I wanted him to fuck me like never before.
I spread my legs apart, squirming. Joe accepted my invitation. He slipped his plump cockhead into my lubricated crevice and pushed. Ohhhhhhhh! My eyes rolled up in their sockets as I savored his spectacular entrance. I worked my way to his balls, anxious to encase that gorgeous cock. I felt his ecstatic shudder as every inch of that monster became embedded. It was instinctive that Joe would want to bury himself in my orgasm-ravaged cunt and receive full value of its ample slippage.
"Oh, yeah," he grunted, fucking me. The breadth of his cock pried me apart as he leaned in and out of my tight pussy. He seized my hips and used them for leverage. His balls struck my ass-cheeks as he rammed me. "Oh, baby. You feel good."
My nails sank into the carpeting as I absorbed Joe. He was splendidly hard-much like solid bone. His descent into my cunt produced the rich sensations. My breath came up short as he jammed his whole shaft into my wet snatch. I responded to his every stroke, my pussy suctioning itself to his shifting cock. My moist walls clung to that throbbing bulk, extracting luscious commotion. Joe filled me like a glove. I needed someone of his enormous size to complete that bothersome void between my legs.
I rocked my hips to him, engulfing his rigid thing with my sluiced cunt lips. His moan of satisfaction as I covered his shaft spurred me on. My butt slammed to his very trunk, anxious to steeply take him. My toes curled when I was totally impaled.
"Ohhhhh," I sobbed, shaking from having my entire lower region dominated by stiff cock. "Ohhhhh."
Joe's hands combed over my tits, sampling their firmness in an urgent grip, then dragged me upward. I trembled as his muscled arms surrounded me, pulling me to his powerful chest.
He continued to pump me, but slower. His warm breath was on my bare skin. He nibbled on my ear, sending a shower of tingles that had me quivering. Once again, my eyes reeled heavenward as I digested the wonderful uproar.
Across the room, I saw Pete putting all he had into Nina. His piston-like movements and anxious expression informed me he was just about to pop. Nina sobbed while on her knees, rocking her ass back and forth to meet his hungry dick. His hips completed the connection, spearing cock into her wriggling snatch from behind. From a voyeur's standpoint, Nina appeared to have just spasmed while Pete was preparing to shoot. That twinkle in her eye was telling, as well as the dropped mouth. She appeared to gladly accept the brunt of Pete's fiery urgency. Her beautiful ass took quite a battering as Pete drove into her. Pete pushed and pulled that monster of his through sopping cunt lips, moaning as they sucked him deeper and deeper into her churning warmth. He hammered several more times, then abruptly yanked himself out and positioned his cock above her squirming ass. Pete's handsome face was marred by contortions as he squirted hot cum onto her trembling flesh.
"Uggghhhhhhh!" he gasped. "Ugggghhhhhh!"
Nina whimpered as the shower of scalding jism landed where it did. Rivulets of white goo ran down her cheeks, prompting a flurry of shivers. Pete grabbed his spurting cock and effected a soothing massage, squeezing out the last of his man juice and dropping it onto Nina's quivering backside. He smeared the creamy remnants on her soft butt as they oozed from his cumhole, then stuck that inflated bulb right back into her wet pussy. Nina moaned as he sank his entire shaft into the squishy space he had just vacated, then started to fuck her again.
"Oh, yes," Nina purred, eager to have more of Pete. It was fortunate for her he had great recuperative powers.
Pete clamped her hips and sliced into that moist snatch with renewed vigor. It wasn't even a remote possibility that his energies had been flagged; Pete wanted a whole lot of pussy, and would continue to supply that appetite for a while longer. Nina was perfectly content to have him fuck and squirt, fuck and squirt if that was Pete's wish. Resuming their former stance suited them fine.
There's an underlying animalism about a man and woman attached doggie-style. For me, it resembled uncivilized behavior, the convention of a caveman. Seeing a man pump into a woman's splayed buns gave me a vicarious thrill. I knew from experience a man could penetrate a woman that way much deeper than in any other position. Getting nailed with cock in that arrangement also heightened the mental suggestion that it was fucking, not lovemaking, that took place. I was led by sound, not sight, in conjunction with the physical ordeal I underwent. Closing my eyes while digesting a smorgasbord of sensations was common for me. My sharp whimpers were music to the man inside me; the more I cried out, the harder I got fucked. Ohhhhhh! Yes, doggie is fabulous!
"Ohhhh!" Nina yelped, enjoying what Pete gave her. "Ohhhhhh! Fuck me! Fuck me!"
Pete's response was a more resounding impact of their groins. The spank of his balls to her ass emphasized his abandonment. "Yeah, baby. Come back and get it! Yeah! Ahhhhhhhhh!"
Several feet from them, Buffy was subjected to the final licks that would bring her to the gates of heaven. She bucked and squealed as Steve fed upon her, gulping down her juices as though he hadn't begun to receive his fill. His tongue immersed itself into her juicy fissure, then sloshed over her pink flesh. She jerked frantically, hissing and sputtering air, losing control.
"Christ!" Buffy exclaimed before her eyes rolled up and she went temporarily numb.
Steve went for it, lapping her pussy until she snapped back to normal. He drank as she orgasmed in his face, relishing her visual torment. When her contractions subsided, he climbed over her, covering her with his man's body. His cock was stiff, eager to gain purchase of her quivering snatch. With one thrust he was fully submerged, then triggered her desire to fuck back. Buffy, horny beyond compare, lifted her legs over his powerful shoulders to fully leverage herself, then shoved her pussy at him. Slick noises resulted from their moist friction.
"Yeah," she murmured, feeling the whole thing go into her, "fuck me, baby, fuck me."
Steve looked intense as he received benefit from being enclosed in her hot squish. He seized her shoulders and dragged her feverishly to him. His hard dick fucked her again and again, much to Buffy's delight. Soon, neither of them were conscious of anything but their satisfying fit.
Meanwhile, Claudia was in the throes of orgasm. She had humped Dennis until she was fraught with spasms. Her tits swelled high, her nipples dilated, as she curved backward to reconcile the onslaught of pleasure. Just watching her excited me. Her erotic talents held sway in the sexual arena. Those sensual lips widened to emit a shriek uprooted from the pit of her throat. It looked as though she depleted her sum of energy to endure the seizure Dennis gave her.
"Ohhhhhh!" I heard her cry. "Ohhhhhhhh! I'm cumming! Cumming! Ohhhhhh!"
Dennis merely watched while sweat dripped from his brow. His intense expression was unshakable while she arrived at her gratifying conclusion. He braced himself from her fever-bright display, holding back. Why he chose not to cum inside that sexy woman posed a question. If I were a man, I wouldn't have been able to stop myself.
Claudia smacked him with her pussy, reaping what thrills were left from his teeming hardness. At length, she detached her cunt lips, then applied soothing fingers to the inflamed area. Orgasm still shuddered through her. The sight of her tremulous figure turned me on. I gazed over at Dennis, who stared intently at her while stroking his cock; from its adamant swell, I confirmed his orgasm hadn't depleted his hunger.
Claudia was quick to recover. She seemed determined more than ever to milk him of cum. She slid between his hair-rough thighs and engaged his cock in a fierce suck. She took generous mouthfuls, if only to expedite his pleasure. Her full, sensual lips rolled over the proof of her orgasm as she drew him into her suctioning furnace.
Dennis studied her snapping lips and flashing eyes for a few seconds before getting caught up in their activity. He clenched his fists, then elevated his groin to meet her face. I watched him completely disappear when she swallowed.
"Ahhhhhhhhhh," he gasped, enjoying it. "Oh, yeah."
Seeing Dennis get sucked off got me hornier by the moment. I yearned to smother that gorgeous cock with my lips and give it a tongue bath. Mmmmmm. The very size of it made me weak. Claudia had no problem taking it down her throat. Her oral mastery had long since been established among the Babes.
Joe took advantage of my excitement. He stuck himself as far as he could into my soaked cunt. Ohhhhhhhh! That big dick of his took command of my senses, canceling thoughts of wanting Dennis. My knees dug into the carpeting as he plunged himself whole, his balls straining against my ass. He profited from every thrust into my nectar-rich center.
Claudia managed to down Dennis' cumbersome cock in steady gulps. Her intent was simple. I knew she wanted to make him cum at whatever cost. Her emotions were driven by frustration. Dennis stubbornly adhered to male pride, preferring to delay his orgasm as long as permissible. He made Claudia work all the harder, forcing her to tap her creative resources to the max.
I considered the possibility of his still being bothered by the trial, and his inability to focus on Claudia's slobbering affection. Although she seemed undaunted, her darting tongue and compressed lips couldn't delete his preoccupation.
"Mmmmmmm," she murmured, swooping over that solid dick. It vanished in her face, erotically choreographed. She took ownership of his cock, striving to bring his urge to its ultimate conclusion.
Dennis' head snapped back. His spiked reaction appeared promising. Claudia went down on him, sucking that dick for all she was worth. Her bid to make him happy appeared close to fulfillment.
The bridge between me and Joe wasn't idle for a second. He charged into my juicy snatch, claiming my attention. I moaned, taking that monster high into my cunt. He groped my naked flesh while fucking me, as though reassuring himself that I were his. His fingers passed over my erect nipples, smoothed over my stomach, then ended at my red, curly pubes. He delved into that damp fur, then dipped into my crevice to locate my clit.
"Ohhhhhhh! Oh, God!" I sobbed through clenched teeth, ill-prepared for his investigative path.
Joe didn't let my squealing protest halt him. He rubbed that hard pebble while pushing and pulling that thick cock through my sex-puffy lips. I got juicier by the second. He fucked me slowly, exercising tremendous discipline in not shooting. Apparently, he wished to let our pleasure build until it was irreversible for both of us.
"Oh, yes," I moaned, caressing his powerful forearm, guiding him to my most treasured areas.
Joe knew how to manually please me on his own, yet permitted my help. 'There. Oh, yes. Ohhhhh. More. Jiggle me. Stroke my pussy."
The pumping I took gradually brought me nearer to Claudia, who had succeeded in working Dennis into a frenzy. His tortured expression revealed him at the brink of orgasm. Dennis rigorously adhered to the strength of his staying power, but couldn't help yielding to the eager mouth that received him. The visible decline of his stability had me panting.
The timing of my orgasm with Dennis' was classic. Joe massaged me with speedy effectiveness, accelerating my climax with an intoxicating nibble of my neck. That, in addition to his exhilarating thrusts, sent me over the edge.
"I'm going to cum!" I warned aloud. "Jesus, I'm going to cum!"
A profusion of sweat poured from Dennis' brow. He winced at the mounting pleasure Claudia furnished. His features red and breathing labored signaled his impending joy.
"Don't stop!" he growled. "Keep your mouth on it. Get ready, I'm about to cum."
In retrospect, I believed Joe and Claudia had engineered a plan to bring Dennis and me together. It all seemed too pat for what took place to have been coincidence. The look the two of them exchanged was virtually conspiratorial.
Joe suddenly released me from his embrace, causing me to fall forward. Simultaneously, Claudia removed her mouth from Dennis. The result was electrical. My face was inches from that saliva-coated cock when it exploded.
"Uggghhhhh!" Dennis growled, squirting cum over my excited features. "Uggggghghhhh! Uggghhhhh!"
I was under siege of my own orgasm, unable to deflect that jetting jism. My cunt lips locked about Joe as I underwent a fabulous seizure, frantically squeezing his cock. I made no attempt to avoid Dennis or erect a barrier between me and his gushing dick.
Joe accelerated his thrusts until he heavily filled my pussy with cum. His hoarse cry from behind signified his discharge.
While the three of us shuddered, Claudia took sympathy and attended to the mess on my face. She lapped Dennis' cum from my cheeks, nose and chin, then eased her tongue into my mouth. We kissed and transferred the taste of Dennis back and forth.
What a scrumptious celebration we had. Victory had been sweet, but the reward was even better.
CHAPTER THREE
"How much longer is the trial?" Nina asked.
I shrugged. "Perhaps another two weeks. Dennis and Steve still have more testimony to give."
"Don't I know that," Buffy sighed from the back seat. "It hasn't made him very happy."
"You've got to help him unwind," Claudia suggested with a wink. "When he starts to get that concerned look, offer some pussy. We've got to make them forget with our mouths, our cunts. If that doesn't work, nothing will."
Buffy's eyes narrowed. "You don't have a clue, do you? In your mind, everything boils down to that. Get real, Claudia. Life isn't one big fantasy."
Claudia, immune to her venom, tossed the aside, "Lighten up, sugar. Your fangs are showing."
Buffy sniffed in her direction.
We were driving to the liquor store to replenish the beer and wine we consumed after our little sex party. A mad thirst had been generated, depleting my usual supply of beverages. The men lazed in my family room, catching the last innings of a televised ball game. It was just as well we left them behind; we realized they wanted to discuss the bribery case and knew we weren't suppose to overhear their comments.
The tension taking place in the car went beyond my ability to cope. "Settle down, girls. I don't need a cat fight while I'm driving."
"Yes," Nina intervened. "You've been a walking time bomb, Buffy. I've never seen you so jittery."
"It's easy for you to be relaxed," Buffy countered. "You haven't seen those threatening notes."
It took seconds for her words to penetrate the sex-dominated minds of the Babes.
Nina's brows shot up. "Steve's been sent notes?"
I sighed, glancing at Buffy. "You weren't supposed to let that drop."
"I can't stand it!" Buffy uttered, sounding more unhinged than before. "It's driving me crazy!"
"None of us should be surprised," I calmly mentioned. Buffy's aggravation stemmed from worry. I did what I could to alleviate her concern. "We knew who the players were from the beginning. When cops accept bribes, they're obliged to silence anyone who jeopardizes that income."
"What do the notes say?" Claudia asked.
"The last warned if Steve went on the witness stand, they would get even with him."
Claudia shrugged. "Crooked cops are delivering these messages?"
Buffy nodded emphatically.
Nina shivered. "I guess I never arrived at that conclusion."
"Well, it's time you did!" Buffy spat.
Nina shot her a dirty look. "Shut the fuck up. I've had it with your hysterics."
"You haven't had nearly enough," Buffy screamed back. "You've all got your heads up your asses, believing we'll make it through in one piece. We're all in danger. These guys are serious motherfuckers."
"You know, the princess has a point," Claudia rationalized. "Cops have the law on their side. They can do a number of things to alter the picture. Any one of our men could be found in a ditch with a hole in his head, and none of them would be suspect."
I shivered. "Let's put this out of our minds. It has a tendency to draw on our worst fears. We have to hang in there together until the end."
"Of course, you aren't the least bothered. Joe isn't nearly as imperiled as the rest of them," Buffy sneered. "His deposition was minor in comparison."
"I'm not minimizing anything, Buffy," I said through clenched teeth. "I care about every one of our men, as do all of us. I think it's important to remember the line of business they are in. We accepted those risks when we entered their lives. Some of them seem almost insurmountable-yet they manage to pull through. We've got to be big girls about it. This is a time when our men need us most. We can't go flying off the handle when the heat turns up. We've got to keep pledging our support in any way we can. We're a source of strength, a vital part of their existence."
Sighing, Buffy finally concurred. "I suppose you're right. I've been much too squeamish. I should learn to handle pressure better."
I was glad to hear Buffy acknowledge that deficit in her character. She had long been known as a "cry baby" and "prima donna." It was refreshing to see her step down from the pedestal.
The liquor store was empty of customers. I attributed its lack of patronage to the broadcasted ball game. Most people would have stocked their refrigerators in advance, anticipating shortages. I had definitely underestimated the amount of beer our men wouldingest. Perhaps I would have more foresight in the future.
We scattered throughout the store, attempting to be efficient with our visit. Our men were thirsty and very-likely checking their watches.
Buffy was dispatched to the snack area, Claudia was in charge of selecting the wine, and Nina helped me lug a few cases of Old Style to the front counter.
The guy at the cash register was ogling us. He definitely approved of the way out tits pushed out our blouses, revealing mouth-watering cleavage. I sparkled with a smile, then tossed him a wink. He was cute-of college age, yet assertive in his quest for women. Under normal circumstances, I might have encouraged him if it weren't for the fact the "Babes" were forbidden to cater to those impulses outside our intimate circle.
I terminated eye contact when having to fish for the wallet in my purse. "Nina, would you run in back and remind Buffy to get some pretzels? I just remembered I'm out." The aisle containing the snacks was blocked by cases of beer stacked to the ceiling. I couldn't see which ones she chose, and pretzels were Joe's favorite.
Nina,-likewise captivated by the allure of the cashier, offered him a parting smile. "Sure," she murmured, positioning her boobs to show their dramatic slope. Nina was a known tease, feeding on the raw desire evinced by our male audience.
Before she could start off, the door violently swung open and a virulent voice boomed, "Hold it right there, doll. I happen to be trigger-happy and wouldn't want to put a bullet through your pretty head."
My jaw dropped before I glimpsed the person who issued that warning. The venom of his words combined with his brutal tone gave me palpitations. Neither Nina nor I dared test his sincerity.
"Keep your hands up," the man directed the cashier, who staggered behind the counter. "Make no mistake. I intend to use this, if obliged."
The initial shock wore off. I drew a cleansing breath, ridding my lungs of stale air, then leveled my gaze at our antagonist. He was a good-looking guy, perhaps in his late twenties, with long, curly dark hair. The muscles on him alluded to regular conditioning and emphasized the message that our protests were non-negotiable. The pistol in his hand painted an even deadlier picture.
Another man joined in his invasion. Tall, lean and blond, he exhibited a sneer that brooked no sympathy. He, too, was armed.
I sent Nina a look of panic. We had never stumbled upon a liquor store robbery, and weren't happy that this was our first. Our men had related horror stories about the eruption of violence in a peaceable establishment, with bloody carnage resulting for a few bucks sitting in the register. Witnesses were eliminated to reduce the risk of verification. I swallowed with difficulty, fearing for our lives.
Claudia, speechless by the wine rack, quietly replaced the bottle in her hands on the shelf. She appeared equally frightened.
Not a peep came from the snack aisle. Buffy wisely had stayed hidden.
The dark-haired man advanced to the counter while the blond trained his gun on us. "Open it," he demanded of the cashier. "Slowly. And don't push your luck. All chambers are loaded."
The cashier nervously complied. His hand shook so badly he was almost unable to remove the cash. Suddenly, my emotions did a reversal. I felt worse for him than I did any of us. This job probably paid for his school books, with a little left over for tuition. His experience with danger was practically nonexistent. We, on the other hand, had learned to manage danger through our men. The constant threat of violence was their occupational hazard; we were forever there to attend to their shattered resolve and erase those bad memories in our unique way.
"Move it," the man barked. "We haven't all day."
"He's doing the best he can," I snarled, disgusted with his intimidation.
The dark-haired man switched his interest. "You've got balls, doll."
I matched his ugly timbre. "At least I have them where they count-not in my hand."
He chuckled. "You're fucking with me."
"No shit," I deadpanned.
Sighing, he shook his head. "I like your style, doll. Cool as a cucumber. I'll bet you're dynamite in bed."
"That's something you'll never find out."
His amused lines immediately faded, replaced by one of lethal import. "Don't bet on it."
The man was obviously someone who took his role seriously. I thought it judicious to hold my tongue. Now that I tested the waters, I realized how cold they could be.
I resisted from glancing at the back of the store, where Buffy concealed herself. The lack of surveillance mirrors provided her cover. I recollected Buffy tossing her cellular phone in her purse; hopefully, she would call for help.
I kept expecting some bystander to assess the situation from outside the store and summon the police. Not a single new car entered the parking lot. We were disgustingly alone in facing this unfolding predicament.
"Over here," the blond growled at Claudia. "Now."
Claudia was trembling so hard I thought her knees would buckle. Putting one foot in front of the other, she got through her rash of nerves.
Meanwhile, the cashier finally emptied the register and surrendered its contents to the dark-haired culprit. Not bothering to tally the wad of bills stuffed in his fist, he merely shoved them into the back pocket of his jeans.
"Turn around and place your hands on the counter," he ordered.
The young man tensed as he followed instruction. The rest of us anticipated his next move. The butt of the gun came crashing down on his head, sending the guy unconscious to the floor.
"My God," I gasped, unable to keep silent. "You could have given him a concussion!"
The dark-haired guy glared at me. "Shut up. At least I didn't waste him." He beckoned to his partner. "Let's round them up."
"What do you mean?" Nina blurted, regaining her voice.
"You're coming with us, babe," the blond explained. "All three of you."
I flashed a sign at both Claudia and Nina. None of us were to relate Buffy's presence. I prayed she would use that phone the instant we stepped out the door. The old phrase, "We take no hostages" ran through my head. Jesus! It was unthinkable to assume our mortality was at the disposal of these maniacs. I wanted to believe we would be saved.
"Come on," the dark-haired guy commanded. "Move your asses! Now!"
Claudia, overwhelmed by our plight, began to hyperventilate. "Oh, my God! Oh, my God!" She was immobilized by the fear pumping through her veins. r
The blond grabbed her quaking body and dragged her out the door.
"Do you two need to be escorted, too?" the dark-haired guy's question dripped with sarcasm.
Nina and I barely maintained our sense of sanity. "No, we'll be fine," I answered for the both of us. "I just don't understand why we have to be taken. Didn't you get what you wanted?"
He snickered. "You must think we're stupid. We can't leave spectators behind. You just saw a robbery take place."
"You'll be miles away from here before we could mention it," I said. "What difference does it make?"
"Shut your fucking mouth!" he barked, then shoved me toward the door. "No more questions. Just move."
I watched the blond thrust Claudia into the back seat of a Chevy Impala. He blocked the doorway, forbidding her to escape while leaning into the car. A second later, he turned on his heel in expectation of our arrival.
I saw no purpose in making a dash for it. The gun pointed at my heart voided that alternative. I might wish my freedom, but not at the expense of my life.
"Where are you taking us?" I demanded, unafraid of overstepping my bounds.
"Something wrong with your hearing, doll?" my captor asked. "We're not telling you a fucking thing."
The blond looped a blindfold over Nina's eyes. She let out a yelp as he tied it in place. He threw her into the car before she could utter a syllable. Claudia, quaking beside her, was already rendered the same.
The dark-haired guy held the one intended for me in his hand. "We can do this nicely, or by force."
Why these men would carry blindfolds in their car put a big question mark in my head-unless our abduction had been planned. I thought it pointless to inquire; my last few comments had raised their ire.
I decided to be the brave one. I offered no resistance. "Do as you wish. You will, anyway."
"Smart girl."
He covered my eyes, plunging me in darkness. I was roughly transferred into the back seat, then the door was slammed shut. The engine was gunned, then we burned rubber out of the parking lot at a hurtling speed. The three of us lurched, barely keeping our balance.
"If I catch anyone peeking, there will be a price to pay," the dark-haired man cautioned.
The secrecy of our destination was another hint that our hijacking was intended, and not the product of a simple robbery. We were sought out and captured. I wondered if Claudia and Nina suspected as much, or if they were too overcome with terror.
I crossed my fingers that Buffy did the right thing.
An eternity virtually passed before the car came to a halt. We were relocated to some distant hideout, presumably beyond city limits. I couldn't begin to guess where they had taken us, and wasn't keen on asking. We were escorted down several flights of stairs, and through several doors, until we entered what seemed like a murky chamber. I detected dampness the instant we set foot into the room.
Our blindfolds were removed. We blinked, stunned by the illumination provided by the overhead lighting. Our sight was gradually restored as we focused about, blinking and rubbing our tortured eyes.
"It's not the Plaza, but it'll do," muttered the dark-haired man. "This is home, for now."
"You're keeping us here?" I asked. "But why?"
"You got a hearing problem, doll-or maybe it's just short-term memory? We already went over this. You're our guests. Leave it at that."
I scanned the area, taking inventory of our surroundings. There were three cots over in the corner, along with a table, sofa and lamp. The smaller room on the side appeared to be a bathroom. Closer to us, I noticed a stove, refrigerator and cupboard.
"All the essentials of home," I mused aloud. "How considerate."
"Don't gripe about it, doll. You could have gotten worse."
I secured my hand to my hip. "Since you seem to take pleasure in addressing me in such a fashion, what do we call you? Can we at least be given your first names?"
The dark-haired guy shrugged at the blond. "I suppose it wouldn't hurt. I'm Woody, and that's Kevin."
I nodded, suppressing the urge to be sarcastic. It was refreshing to know they could observe some courtesies. "I'm Melissa. That's Claudia and Nina."
They smirked, as though that bit of information had been previously furnished.
The girls seemed to be alert to their knowledge. I smiled, confirming their impressions. Now that we all had time to settle down and take stock of our dilemma, we found ourselves all of the same opinion: our kidnapping was engineered.
"Do we at least get our one phone call?" Nina petitioned in her seductive style.
"Not here, doll," Woody said. "Those are privileges you earn."
"Is that so?" she pondered, unaffected by the implication. Her tits projected deliciously for his inspection. "Are we on a points system? So many accumulated buys us favors?"
Temptation touched his otherwise rigid bearing. His Adam's apple rippled as he studied her set of curves. "Not a good idea."
"Why not?" Nina asked. "Flesh for barter. I think that's fair."
He shook his head and did a quick retreat. Earlier instructions must have surfaced in his barbarian-like brain. We were forbidden fruit: acceptable for ogling, but off limits to fuck.
Did they know of our secret arrangement with the men-that we didn't give pussy outside our group? Cops were only our lovers. We didn't spread our legs for anyone without a badge. Police Babes didn't consort with unauthorized parties.
I saw the purpose behind Nina's offer, and threw my snatch into the ring-so to speak. "What do you say, stud? Tit for that, and that-and that!"
Not on the same wave length, Claudia looked shocked by my proposal. Her eyes grew huge as she took an immediate step backward.
Woody's features clouded. "You girls think that's the only way we can get it-through bribery? Not a chance. Kevin and I catch a piece of tail whenever we're down at the bar. There's always plenty to go around."
Of that, I had no doubt. Woody was fiercely handsome, as was Kevin. Both men conditioned their bodies until muscle and sinew were given complete definition. The pectorals screamed for attention through his tight T-shirt, and the blue jeans he wore molded nicely to those powerful thighs. The heft of his cock, which gave the most punch to his masculinity, bulged in awe.
Kevin, a little leaner, wasn't by any means of less might. I received the unmistakable impression that he was well-versed in the martial arts. His golden mustache and beard imbued him with a resemblance to a young Chuck Norris.
"Make yourselves comfortable, girls," Woody announced. You're going to be our guests for an extended period of time."
"How long?" I asked.
He sent me a withering look and attached an icy tone. "Until we say."
Woody and Kevin closed the metal door behind them. A deadbolt was administered to ensure our occupancy.
The three of us huddled in the corner. "What was that shit about?" Claudia was the first to ask. "Of all the times to think about getting laid-"
I silenced her with my hand. "Haven't you deducted that our kidnapping was staged?"
"I figured it out on the way here," Nina interjected. "It's obvious to me this entire scheme has been orchestrated by the same people who have been hassling the boys about testifying. This is-likely their way of settling that score."
I concurred. "Either Woody and Kevin have been hired by these folks-or they're cops, themselves."
Nina grinned. "With the builds they have, that wouldn't surprise me."
"I suppose fucking them wouldn't be altering our secret constitution that greatly."
Claudia tugged my hand from her mouth. "Are you crazy? These guys are unbalanced. I could never submit to them knowing they could flip out and kill any one of us."
"We're going to have to agree to that risk," I calmly explained. "We've already been placed in jeopardy. If we leverage ourselves with sexual favors, we stand a far better chance of obtaining our freedom."
Claudia groaned. I perceived her mental agony. It took considerable gumption to reshape my values. I had been a "Police Babe" for several years; lowering the barricade and dismantling that protective device was not easily accomplished. We would individually have to extend privileges previously exclusive to our men in order to liberate ourselves. That old, loyal attitude had to be temporarily retired-edited from our faces, excised from our minds-if we wished to be effective.
"Trust me on this," I said. "If you feel uncomfortable offering yourself, then at least permit Nina and me to get things rolling."
"It's not that I don't find them attractive," Claudia confessed. "I-"
"I fully understand. Their desirability isn't the issue, it's where their allegiance falls. They're carrying out instructions given to them by their superiors. They're merely delegates." I caressed her shoulders. "We must be agents, too, Claudia: agents of pleasure. We'll defeat their system if we pool our resources."
She gazed at me with dawning comprehension. My theory was backed by logic.
"Even if it doesn't seem like it, we're doing this for our men."
Claudia signaled her devotion to our cause. "I want to help, too."
"Good." I glanced at Nina, whose lips were wickedly curved, then returned my gape to Claudia. "Let's fuck 'em, girls."
Our plan commenced on a wild note. Since the men were adverse to accepting sex from us, we decided to compel them. It has been our experience that the best way to alter one's mood is by taking the in-your-face approach. We got naked, and did what we did best.
"Ohhhhhhhhh," Claudia sobbed, her moan reverberating against the dank walls of our cell. Her finger was trained over her swollen clit, jiggling herself to distraction. I could hear slick noises waft from her juicy lips.
My hearing, however, was somewhat impaired by the nectar-rich sounds I produced between Nina's legs. I dipped into her succulent cunthole, availing myself of its fragrant seepage. Mmmmmm. I thoroughly enjoyed having those beautiful, tanned thighs around my head, providing me access to that liquid source. Nina's taste was unforgettable. My tip traveled thoughtfully over the pink spread, collecting delicious moisture.
Nina's wail was muffled from having her face stuffed as well. I was positioned alongside her, with my legs wrapped about her head. She licked me in the most provoking manner. Our strategy nearly slipped from my mind as I truly got excited. Titillation shafted through my entire body. I writhed, pushing my pussy into her mouth. I cried out as she nibbled methodically on me, darting expertly over my oozing snatch.
"Oh, God!" I yelped, ill-equipped to received those inspiring lashes. Nina ate cunt well. Her style was hard to duplicate. She put into it all she had-and then some.
Naturally, I reciprocated. Our performance wasn't faked. The men would have recognized a false moan, so we narrowed that-likelihood by providing genuine passion. Sucking each other's pussy wasn't by any stretch of the imagination a foreign act. We often entertained the men in such a manner, and occasionally subscribed to that form of pleasure when cock wasn't handy. Sex was of great recreational value.
Claudia worked herself into a lather. Her finger engaged her hard pebble with lustful intent. Her big tits vibrated in crazed response. Stretched on her side, she observed us with glazed eyes. I wasn't sure if her delirium branched from what Nina and I were doing, or a carefully nurtured memory. In any event, she appeared engrossed and effected the same bewitching cries Nina and I evoked.
"Fuck me with your tongue, baby," I implored Nina. "Slide it through that hot crevice. Oh, yeah. like that. Ohhhhhhhhhhh. Don't stop. Gulp down those juices. Keep my pussy wet."
"Mmmmmmmmm," Nina purred, resembling a cream-fed kitten. "Mmmmmmmmmmmmm."
We didn't actually hear the door open-not even the faint screech of the deadbolt-but we knew we had generated a commotion that required investigation. I expected Woody, but instead, we got Kevin.
"What the fuck is going on in here?" he demanded, amazed more than stimulated.
We feigned ignorance of his arrival, preferring the pretext of heightened arousal. We squirmed, licked and moaned at our collective efforts. I fastened my mouth to Nina's cunt and sucked her until she arched her back, then slammed herself to me with abandon. That maneuver was executed with repetition until Nina disengaged her lips and gasped for air.
"You're going to make me cum," she slurred, trying to return to my saliva-dripping snatch. My persistent laps prevented her from reconnecting. I watched her eyes roll back and her mouth drop open as she orgasmed. "Oh, sugar. Ohhhhhhhhh! Ohhhhhhhhhhhh!"
I let her spasm, getting off on her exceptional taste. Making somebody as gorgeous as Nina cum afforded me a sexual buzz. I could have spent another hour gobbling on her if other duties hadn't cropped up in the back of my mind.
Claudia's hand moved with speed between her legs. I heard her fingers latch onto that slippery mass of wet, sensitive pink to produce a stirring clamor. "Ohhhhhhhh!" she moaned, appearing close to cumming. "Ohhhhhhhhhhh!"
After Nina's contractions subsided, I braced her head and shoved my cunt into her dazed expression. Her tongue protruded-not from readiness, but from exhaustion. I used what was available to receive friction. My hips jerked at her face, smearing her cheeks with my abundant juices until I felt her tongue activate. Soon, Nina licked me back with all the fervor I previously demonstrated.
"Ohhhhhhhh!" I gasped, drawn to the talent she prescribed. I was fiercely massaged by that skilled tip. Deliberately, I turned away from Nina and gazed hungrily at Kevin. My stormy lust had high visibility. I met his curious stare with a flushed complexion.
Kevin, dumbfounded, froze. The door behind him shut, followed by an automatic click. Apparently, it was self-locking. I wasn't alarmed; he wouldn't have visited us without a key.
I appealed to him with a steamy look. Our activities fed nourished fantasies cultivated in his mind. Although some men aren't prone to admit it, finding two women in the midst of oral sex was the ultimate turn-on. It's been my general understanding that men believe our frustration stems from the lack of male participation; once they've introduced themselves into the situation, the spotlight is on them. We crave something hard and filling to replace the soft caresses and gentle licking.
This was exactly the sequence of thought I wanted to instill in Kevin's brain.
"What's the matter, baby?" Kevin hoarsely asked. "The heat getting to you?"
In place of a answer, I scanned his body. My glazed eyes roamed its length, disclosing my inflamed mental state. As I drifted lower, I noted that the man in him had surfaced. Kevin had a raging hard-on. The shape of his large cock strained his jeans. It appeared to grow at a bothersome angle.
"Why not put that thing to use?" I suggested in a feline whisper. "It won't do any of us good if you keep it zipped up."
"I was given strict orders," he muttered, unable to avert his gaze. The hot servings Nina took unlatched his need.
"Suit yourself." I reached for Nina's head and pulled her firmly to my cunt. I enclosed her ravenous expression with my silky thighs, then sobbed with delight. "Ohhhhhhhh. Oh, yeah, fuck me with that tongue. Slice right in there. Go deep. Ohhhhhhhhhh. More. Please, more."
Claudia beat off with more enthusiasm than ever. Her slim figure snapped and jerked to a faster tempo. Sweat beaded on her protruding nipples, shaken off only when her movements intensified. She frantically stroked the delicious soppage that developed.
"Suck her," Claudia demanded of Nina. "Eat that pussy. Make her cum."
"Mmmmmmmmmmm," Nina slobbered. "Oh, yes. It's so good, so tasty."
"You ought to fuck Melissa," Claudia said to Kevin. "She needs to get fucked. Stick your cock into her pussy while Nina eats her." Her sex-clouded eyes fell to his bulging crotch. "Ohhhhh. Maybe you'd better put it in me first. I need it, badly."
Kevin swallowed roughly, unsure of which pussy to choose. We certainly presented him multiple options. "Not a good idea, baby. You're going to have to get yourself off without me."
"Bastard," she hissed, then went on masturbating herself. "Ohhhhhhhh. Ohhhhhhhh."
I had to commend Kevin for adhering to Woody's instructions. He valiantly held to principle. Other men would have broken out into a drool and descended upon us like wolves. That, however, did not mean our plan had failed; no, we were encouraged. Very soon, we were going to defeat his urge.
My lips plunged over Nina and treated her to a mind-numbing suck. I lavished her with spittle, then cleaned it before it bubbled from my suctioning mouth.
"Jesus," Nina wailed, ill-prepared for that assault. Her cunt was still sensitive from the powerful contractions I induced. "Oh, sugar, your tongue feels so good. Lick me, lick me. Yeah. Ohhhhhhhhhhhh."
I remembered Pete's cock had been inside her pussy not long before. The urgent way it pushed through those pleasure-sealing lips and stroked her sluiced flesh got me panting. Pete was a big man and jammed her cunt to capacity. Since Pete had fucked me, too, I knew only too well how great it felt.
I delved along the pressure-sensitive walls of her snatch, dwelling on how they must have enclosed Pete and spurred the need to cum. Mmmmmmmmmm. I wriggled through that succulent hole, wondering what it would feel like having the most excited part of me buried within its throbbing confines. Nina's sweet pussy, wrapped securely about my imaginary cock, had to be the sweetest thing imaginable. Pete's powerful response when pulling out at the moment of orgasm and jetting onto her thrashing buttocks was understandable; the heat of her cunt overwhelmed me.
I may have interrupted the pleasure she dispensed, but Nina didn't neglect me for long. She vigorously reattached her mouth and vented a suck that nearly triggered cerebral overload.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh." I exhaled long, but sharply, compressing the air from my lungs. When I took my next breath, it was flavored with cunt. I gathered her hot drippings in a hungry sweep. I delved into her warm crevice and gleaned it of juice. Mmmmmmmmmm. Nina was flavor-rich. I lapped her lubricated loins, making certain I was quite vocal. I noisily gulped that sugared dew as it oozed from her twitching depths.
Nina rewarded me with a similar licking. She lashed me in creative circles, then attacked my clit with vim. Her intent was plain. Making me cum was of vital importance. She slurped and sucked my love button until my nerves were frayed and my resolve shattered. There was no stopping her, no slowing the process.
"Christ," I moaned, trembling in her mouth. I couldn't keep my lips on her pussy. I kept wrenching back, overwhelmed with sensation. "Oh, my God."
"Cum for me," Nina mentioned between mouthfuls of cunt. "Cum for me, sugar. Mmmmmm."
I left imprints in her velvety thighs after the seizure hit me. Ohhhhhhhhhhh! I came with a roar, clinging to her limbs for dear life. It was a rough, energy-depleting climax. I bathed her face with my soaked pussy, fighting to maintain contact with that fever-producing tongue.
Claudia came, too. Her back arched and her pupils curved into the whites of her eyes as she arrived at that sapping finale. "I'm cumming," she gasped. "I'm cumming! I'm cumming!"
I surmised that observing a profusion of tits and cunts writhing on the floor bore an impact on Kevin's susceptible brain. The heat we engendered rose one notch after another, effecting his sense of balance. He staggered at the sight of us, cumming like hellions, boldly taking our pleasure. I couldn't resist presuming we undermined his stability.
He stood there, looking more virile and desirable by the second. I questioned whether he was accustomed to pleasing more than one woman at a time; if he wasn't, he was certainly going to gain practice.
Slowly, I detached my pussy from Nina's mouth and repositioned myself so Kevin received an unobstructed view. I was moist from a combination of Nina's saliva and my own redolent seepage. I parted my legs and displayed their lusciousness while furnishing a stark glimpse of my wet snatch. Kevin had my undivided attention; he didn't dare abandon my heated stare.
My hands traveled seductively over my voluptuous body, scooping up my huge tits and aligning the nipples. I gave them a tweak, then released them so that they bounced. I weaved over my flat stomach, then approached my damp pussy. My pubes glistened with honeyed dew. I streamed over that engorged mound, sobbing. I still ached from the effects of orgasm. Ohhhhhh. Gingerly, I inserted a finger into my juicy slit. It wasn't nearly enough to satisfy the longing that plagued me.
"Open your pants," I commanded. "Now."
Kevin, paralyzed with desire, was mute.
"Please," I sobbed. "I need you inside me."
My fingers slipped through the buttery warmth, creating intoxicating sounds. My chin went up and my vision blurred as I sought his compliance. When I peered at him again, I saw my efforts had panned out. Kevin wasn't nearly as defiant. His glossed eyes revealed he could no longer stay the impulse to have me. His defense mechanism had collapsed.
The girls delivered him to me. They climbed to their feet, plying him with soothing caresses. Their hands swam delightfully over his muscled arms, inviting him to pursue the sexual yearning that infected his mind. He offered no struggle, submitting to our erotic whims.
"It's going to be so good," Claudia murmured in his ear, then nibbled on it for practical measure. "This is your chance to be the man you always dreamed."
"Yes," Nina enthused. "Three women at once. Did you ever speculate whether you had enough to satisfy three appetites?"
"He does," I purred, then brushed his lips with mine. "He's fully equipped to handle the job."
As Claudia's hands fluttered over his network of stomach muscle, Kevin muttered, "If you reach any deeper, you're in for a big surprise."
"Oh, yeah," she emoted, clasping the metal tag of his zipper. "Let's see what you've got."
Kevin trembled as she undid the button of his jeans, then jerked his fly open. Our collective gasp served as affirmation to his remark. Wow! He packed a monster in those pants. That enormous cock twitched beneath our inquisitive touch.
"Couldn't wait to get your hands on it, huh?" he grunted, as though angry with himself for surrendering. "I knew you were working me up.
You deliberately gave me a hard-on."
"We can't help ourselves," Nina divulged. "When two well-hung studs make us their prisoner and lock us up in a room, it is bound to happen."
"Don't pretend you didn't want it," Claudia teased. "Nobody forced you to stay and watch."
He shrugged, unable to manufacture an adequate reason.
"You enjoyed seeing us lick pussy," I taunted while my fingers curled around his manly bulk. "It kindled your deep-seated fantasies. Men like observing women eating cunt. They love the sound of female lips and tongue when they're satisfying a horny woman." I stroked his hard dick, feeling its hunger magnify in my fist. "Isn't that the truth?"
He uttered nothing to the contrary. The massage I gave him heightened a burning desire. He was charged by the electricity of my palm.
Nina assisted in yanking his T-shirt up over his head. Kevin's chest was spectacular-golden fur on developed muscle. I could barely locate his nipples, surrounded by heavy matting. His forearms were as well-blanketed with dense ringlets, curving around his wrists.
Claudia tugged off his jeans. The gravity of her need precluded lady-like delicacy. She wanted nothing but skin between her and her partner.
Kevin remained my object of manipulation.
He moaned as I pumped him in my fist, squeezing that hard dick. My memory couldn't serve me with the last occasion in which I had a cock that didn't belong to a cop. Kevin measured to the conventional standards of one-or at least, the size I was used to having. There were some pretty large men in our group, and Kevin proved no exception. Ohhhhhhhhhhhh. I posted a mental note not to enjoy him as much as I probably could-out of respect, that was, to the men.
I did not have a talent for deception, so keeping my guard erect was of utmost importance.
"Woody's going to have my balls for this," he muttered under his breath.
"Not until we get them first," I said huskily. He throbbed strongly in my coil. His shaft extended prominently from my grasp, the bulbous head oozing. I slashed at that bead of jism that seeped from his cumhole with my tongue. "Mmmmmm. Oh, yeah. This is going to be so good."
Kevin, robbed of speech, gasped as I orally grazed him. He would make more interesting sounds once we really worked on him.
Now that he was naked, a breathless change occurred. We were lust-struck, realizing our starvation for a real man. Kevin possessed quality equipment: the kind that could keep three girls busy.
I opened my mouth and admitted that bloated crown. My lips fastened just below the protruding rim. I tickled the delicate section where the large vein that ran along his underside ended and that fleshy helmet began. Mmmmmm. He was scrumptious.
Nina lapped his balls, choosing the opposite realm. When I saw that gliding pink tip, my pulse raced. Nina licked well. I could still feel that bubble formation in my cunt just before she snapped each and all of them with a palpitating brush.
Kevin shivered. "Jesus," he gasped excitedly. It was un-likely that he had two mouths on him before. My lips swooped lowered, consuming more of that delicious shaft. Nina gave his balls a bubble bath, lavishing them with hot drool, then wiping them clean.
Claudia attended to him from above. She molded her alluring body to his, trailing stirring kisses from his heaving chest to the base of his neck. The silky whisper of her sensual lips dispensed electricity.
His system was visibly overloaded by the collective flurry of our oral gifts. He closed his eyes, emptying all but our loving flutter from his mind. "Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah." His tone was of complete surrender. He remitted himself to our lustful custody.
I sucked his dick good and hard, welding my supple lips to its skin. I took as much as permissible in my mouth, descending his incredible span. He trembled while enclosed, baking in the warmth. My saliva edged from beneath my oral clamp, trickling methodically to his balls. Nina tended to the disorder, lashing over the tight sack and blending her spit with mine.
Kevin clenched and unclenched his fists, welcoming the startling new sensations we originated. The orchestration of them was not difficult, but did require the tapping of our creativity. His throat muscles functioned in an effort to swallow. His reluctance to have us quench the physical demand of his body dissolved. He openly invited us to serve him.
"Mmmmmm," I sobbed, rubbing his rigid cock with my lips. Up and down I went, lending the most exquisite friction in the world. His resulting groan informed me to repeat that titillating sequence, that it afforded him maximum satisfaction. I massaged him with my mouth while plying intermittent sucks. His cock enjoyed sizzling compression. My movements were quick and lively, fetching his strongest impulses and bringing them forward. "Mmmmmmmmmm. Ohhhhhh." I gobbled him up, indulging myself with generous mouthfuls of his dick. My lips sliced over that towering shaft until I nearly met Nina's expert tip. She tongued his balls to perfection, and even included the sensitive flesh of his inner thighs in her slippery detail. Her gorgeous expression seemed to relate that she took pleasure in providing that service. I drew inspiration from her involved look.
"Christ," he muttered, choking on his own air supply.
Claudia silenced him with her mouth, covering his and, from the sound of it, inserting her tongue. A long, soul-searching kiss ensued, punctuated by the brush of her nipples to his chest. I saw those erect nubs get tangled in the wiry mesh that lined his chest. Knowing of Claudia's penchant for hairy men, that had been calculated.
I caused Kevin to moan from my tongue depression. His cock was trapped in my throat, receiving fierce suction. I surmised that if I sucked him any harder, he would-likely explode. I adhered to that theory, slobbering his dick in a saliva-rich pucker. Nina fed him encouragement, too, lashing those balls with abundant spit. We soaked his equipment with our combined drool without coming up for air.
like it or not, Kevin was going to develop an addiction for us. We would master his sexual impulses and control them with a crook of our finger.
Nina deserted his balls in favor of joining me in a spirited licking. She selected one side of him, while I did the other. Our tongues whipped about his manly cock, distributing hot saliva and charged incentive. Few men would have been able to endure the treatment we gave Kevin for long. We darted and tormented and bestowed ecstasy as never before. I could feel the orgasmic vibrations assemble beneath my curling tip. Mmmmmmmmmmmm. Going nonstop, we caused his breathing to labor. Having two tongues engage his cock propelled his desire, precipitating strong urges that could only be brought to one, irresistible conclusion. We slurped him until there was no other recourse but to shoot.
On the heels of Claudia's tormenting kiss, Kevin muttered, "I'm gonna cum."
Nina and I observed the jism boiling up. It was something to watch. Kevin bellowed in ecstasy as it spurt, splattering both our faces, then rolled down his shaft in copious amounts-a fountain of virile flavor. We licked the cum right off, smacking our lips at the tasty flow. It poured from his tip in creamy profusion and swirled into our mouths. We cleaned every bit of it-even the remnants that seeped from his aggravated cumhole.
Claudia soothed him with kisses from the base of his neck to his temple. Kevin merely watched through tired eyes as we gulped down his abundant discharge.
"Jesus," he gasped, shuddering with orgasm as we pecked at him with our lips and tongues. His senses were allegedly shot from the looks of him.
I thought about sneaking into his pants for the key, but thought better of it. We didn't know of Woody's whereabouts and could foolishly stumble into his hands. No, we had to leverage our position and nourish the belief that we wanted nothing more than to be of erotic service.
"Not a word of this to Woody," Kevin said, zipping up his pants. "I don't want any trouble."
"We promise," I murmured. "As long as you keep coming back."
"We like you," Nina professed. "And we want more of you."
He assessed our innocent expressions. "We'll see."
We knew, however, that Kevin had already cast his vote in favor of accepting the danger attached. What man would refuse three horny women at his beck and call?
CHAPTER FOUR
Tension gathered in our cell by morning. Labels of endearment, normally attached to our dialogue, were no longer prevalent. Confinement and the element of the unknown had stretched our patience to the limit.
I supposed having ventured into taboo ground-physically satisfying a man outside our group-precipitated that decay. Although we didn't verbally admonish each other, the steps we had taken seemed extreme. Needless to say, more of the same was essential to guarantee our return to the world we knew.
It wasn't until noon that Woody came to us bearing a cellular phone. Kevin tagged behind, peering sheepishly at us. Apparently nothing was said about his wild ordeal with us.
"Okay, girls, it's time we leveled with you," Woody announced. "I recognized your intelligence from the start. You certainly didn't buy into our taking you hostage because of a liquor store robbery."
Seizing the moment, I became our group's spokesperson. "It was a natural evolution of thought."
"You go to college, doll?" he inquired. "Why do you ask?"
"That's some imagine vocabulary you've got." He took pleasure in staring at me. "I'll bet that pretty mouth of yours has lots of capability."
Kevin flinched. Woody's astute observation left no room for comment.
I shrugged, shelving his partner's discomfiture. "My educational background shouldn't be of any concern. What is key is the purpose behind our abduction. You hoped to gain our men's silence, didn't you?"
Woody grinned. "You're referring to the bribery trial?"
"When do you plan to release us?"
"All in good time." He gestured to the phone in hand. "Shall we check in and let them know you're still in one piece?"
We exchanged expectant looks. Hearing familiar voices would improve our outlook. I visualized the men and anticipated their misery. Joe wasn't one to externally display uneasiness, but the question of my safety-likely caused some of that composure to unravel. Dennis was already a bundle of nerves, and Steve a walking time bomb of hostility. Pete, new to our group, possessed the only behavior to which I was unfamiliar. Given the tender devotion of Nina, I'm sure he was rattled.
"They're probably at my house," I said. "Awaiting word. Would you like the number?"
"We've got it memorized," Woody snickered, automatically punching the sequence.
"Were we under surveillance?" Nina queried. "You appear to have the advantage."
"There isn't a whole lot we don't know," Woody mentioned, listening for an answer. "We have access to all sorts of information."
"Sure," I said, louder than I intended. "You're using police computers." Having dropped that bomb, I proceeded. "You're associated with law enforcement-part of this whole, crooked scandal."
Woody winked at me. "You may be bright, but I'll bet you can't guess on whose orders we're acting."
At that, he had me stymied. Of course, there was a figure behind central operations. Who else could have possibly orchestrated this brouhaha?
Before I could fire that question, Woody indicated he had someone on the line. "Hey, Joe, what's the latest?" He laughed raucously, then said, the emotion erased from his voice, "We have them."
I glanced at Kevin, who held guard at the door. His menacing presence brooked no nonsense. It was difficult to believe him the same man who was at our sexual mercy the previous night. I could still taste his cock, still see his handsome face lined with contortions as we brought him over the edge. We would have to get him back in our "cell" for further interrogation, conducted in the style to which he had grown accustomed.
"No, we haven't done a thing-other than keep them under lock and key. They're right here. Would you like to reassure yourself?" He shoved the phone into my hand. "He wants to talk to you."
"Baby, are you okay?" Joe asked in a rush.
"So far." I edited all displeasure from my tone. I wasn't going to send Joe into hysterics, nor was I going to facilitate bending him to their will. "We've been treated with kid gloves."
"We're going to find you. Buffy didn't see them, but she has a knack for voice verification. That guy they hit is in the hospital with a big lump on his head. He gave us a vague description."
"Listen, Joe: you've got to do what you're supposed to do."
"You mean.. .with the trial?"
"Yes."
"Baby, I don't mean to scare you, but I've got a hunch the guys who nabbed you were hired by cops."
"We've already made that assumption. We don't care. Do your duty, and don't worry about us."
Woody snatched the phone out of my hand before I could complete my statement. "Don't be telling him that, doll." He smirked when addressing Joe. "Listen up, buddy. We haven't roughed them up yet, but that doesn't mean we won't. If you or your buddies go up on the witness stand this week, we're going to get nasty. That's right, pal. You've got to play ball with us-or else." He pressed the "disconnect" button, then tossed the phone to Kevin. "Food for thought."
I tried to find him contemptible, but even in this unflattering light, Woody was a desirable man. Those sexy hazel eyes and sensual lips caused my imagination to take flight. Briefly, I wondered what he would look like naked. Those clothes of his were formfitting, hiding relatively little. His barrel chest challenged the limits of the T-shirt he'd squeezed his torso into, while his muscles in his thighs-along with the bulge of his crotch-wore down his jeans. The span and thickness of his fingers was indicative of a huge cock.
It was a little too easy to slip into that erotic thought stream. I didn't allow myself such recreation when in the hands of kidnappers. However, the key to our freedom was sex.
"Where do we go from here?" I asked, anchoring my hand to my hip.
Woody eyed my jutting tits. My low-cut top inescapably displayed the mouth-watering separation of those protruding globes. "I have a few suggestions-but I doubt they'd fly."
My lips curved. "Try me."
"I'd love to," he murmured throughout his study, "but I don't think the boss would like that."
"Who is the boss?"
He blinked, then let out a chuckle. "Dying to find out, eh? Sorry to disappoint you, doll, but that's classified information."
"Whoever it is," I wagered, "stands to lose the most if Dennis and Steve give damaging testimony."
"They won't. Your ass is ours-and will continue to be until the bitter end."
He spoke with deadly assurance, letting his corrupt character surface. For a while, I almost believed I was in communication with the man that existed beneath his rough exterior. Woody shrewdly terminated that acquaintance. He was no fool.
Perhaps we would have better luck with Kevin. He seemed more susceptible to our feline charms.
"I've got somewhere to go," Woody announced, "but I'll leave my partner here to watch the fort. Make yourselves comfortable girls; you're going to be here a spell. The refrigerator is stocked with choice libations. You may be our prisoners, but won't be deprived of some of the luxuries you enjoy at home."
Kevin plopped down into a chair by the door. His emotionless front revealed nothing of the sexual servant he impersonated yesterday. He transformed himself into yet another impassable barrier.
"Don't mess with him," was Woody's parting advice. "Kevin may appear harmless, but he's a black belt in karate. He's been known to serve multiple contusions when provoked." His corrupt heckle filled our cell before the door slammed behind him.
I waited until the echo of his retreating footsteps faded. That morsel appeared to have alarmed the girls. I motioned for a huddle. The girls reluctantly followed my lead. "Merely for effect," I whispered. "It's time to bestow our Viking god another sample of our talents."
"Our influence certainly wasn't lasting," Claudia remarked. "He split on us right after he popped."
"We won't give him that option," I asserted. "For this session, we keep the stimulation constant. And," I lowered my voice to a conspiratorial tone, "we negotiate for the key."
"I don't think he'll go for that," Nina assessed.
"When we get through with him, he won't be in his right frame, anyway." I smiled. "Have faith in yourselves-and the power of your natural resources.
"What are you girls talking about?" Kevin demanded to know. "I won't have any whispering."
The irritation in his voice was plain. My method to eliminate that was quite effective: I opened my top. My tits fell out, bouncing vividly for his amusement. "We were just discussing which position you'd like to try today."
He shook his head. "Stay put. I had all I care to take from the three of you. I've got my orders-as do you."
Nina bared her tits as well. "You don't want to play with us?" she pouted. That savory swell of breast appealed to our unified senses. Nina wallowed at the distinction of being stacked.
"You can't hold out on us," Claudia complained, whipping out her tits, too. She scooped them up, then gave her nipples a pinch. "Ohhhhhhhhhh. It feels better when you do it."
Kevin shifted nervously in his chair. "It won't work this time. I hadn't gotten laid in two weeks before yesterday. I'm not as vulnerable, thanks to your blow job."
"Our mouths on your cock won't compare to having it smashed inside our pussies." I hooked my thumbs under the elastic rim of my shorts, then pulled. They glided smoothly over my hips, uncovering red fur. I took the direct approach. "Let's fuck."
Nina didn't entirely remove her shorts, preferring to supply Kevin with a teasing glimpse. The dark curls of her snatch sprang just above the top of her panties. She flattened her hand over that glistening mound and sobbed. "Feels vacant. Ohhhhhhhhh. How about moving in?"
Claudia engaged him with a mischievous look, then slid a single Finger into her cunt. After dislodging it, she extended it to Kevin. "Want to taste it?"
Kevin swallowed loudly. "If we get caught, they'll cream me."
"You worry too much," I said, sashaying toward him. "Relax. Let us do the work."
Once again, Kevin seemed torn. He wanted to submit to us, but apparently dis-liked defying his superiors. "I was told not to do this."
"By whom?" I purred, caressing his jawline. His golden beard prickled. Mmmmmmmmmmm. I censored the eagerness in my voice-it was the last thing I wanted to convey.
He clammed up. "Can't say."
I was mildly disappointed. Kevin's sexual urge and his allegiance to his boss were not in synch. I hoped to gain knowledge by supplying his need. Though allegedly tamperproof, he just might crack with a little more stimulation.
I stood before him, arranging my pussy in line with his fevered expression. I stretched myself open so he could see my cunt in full flower. "Do you actually have the will power to neglect this? You could stick yourself right in there and enjoy what it gave you." I dipped my fingers into that pink succulence, demonstrating its slippery friction. Lush, slick sounds emanated as I delved into its juicy pucker. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh."
Kevin stirred in his seat. "You play dirty pool."
"I play to win."
Claudia and Nina flanked me. We were completely naked, beckoning for him to join. Six erect nipples leveled at his gaze definitely lent us the bargaining edge.
"Get his clothes off," I instructed the girls.
Kevin issued no protest at our stripping him. The foundation for his obstinacy gone, he readily submitted to our hunger. He was no match for three sex-starved women, no matter how adamant he was about his loyalties.
We dragged him to the floor, cushioning his head with his rolled up jeans. His cock stood high, throbbing at our feathery inquisition. I was the first to touch him, gliding over the protruding veins and taut skin. Mmmmmmmmmmm. He flinched, yet hadn't request I stop. I skimmed that masculine plane with undisguised interest. A hard dick was a delicious thing to behold, especially one of bursting potential. I ended my tour by grazing his balls. Kevin had the night to replenish; with three of us to feed, he was hopefully prepared to dish out those servings.
Nina wanted him next. She took his dick right out of my hand and afforded him a luxurious massage. Kevin gasped as she enclosed him in her greedy fist, visibly bracing himself from the assault to his nervous system.
"You sure are big," she declared in a ticklish whisper. "I'll bet your women never worry about you slipping out of them during a change of position."
He barely acknowledged her comment. Getting stroked by those delicate fingers accelerated his breathing. If Nina continued in such a fashion, she'd have cum dripping down her knuckles. I think that possibility definitely crossed her mind, given the naughty slant of her features.
Claudia was the only one not concerned with copping a feel. She exchanged darting licks with Kevin, then inserted her entire tongue into his mouth. Their lips locked amid a frenzied embrace. Kevin cupped the back of her head and practically siphoned the air from her lungs. He seized her mound and depressed his thumb, which sank into her drenched crevice.
"Ohhhhhhhh!" Claudia mewled. Her nipples swung carelessly as a reverberation of that sweet flurry.
Kevin didn't end his graze there; he rotated his thumb over her enlarged clit. His fascination with her vibrating gestures could not be assuaged.
Claudia shook roughly beneath his exploration.
I mounted him, situating my knees around his waist. I leaned forward, letting my tits hang in his face. Kevin got an eyeful of that billowy excess suspended above his feral profile. His pupils glowed, fastened to my stiff peaks while my tits swelled with each breath I took. I was very excited, too. I whipped my red mane over my shoulders, then raised my tits until the nubs pitched on those magnificent globes. I was perfectly arched, prepared for entry.
Nina, manipulating Kevin's cock, guided the swollen head to my sex-puffy lips. His dick jerked in her fist as she pumped him, arranging him for that heart-stopping slide. I gasped as that solid knob drilled past my slippery petals, followed by the rigid measure of cock.
"Oh, yes!" I squealed, unable to contain myself. The sounds that emerged from the bottom of my throat were animal. "Ohhhhhhhhh! Oh, my God!"
I pushed down until my pussy encased its cunt-splitting girth. I made a smooth descent to those balls, driven by a powerful urge to bury every part of him in my pulsing squish. Kevin's hoarse groan was not only heard, but felt deep in my snatch. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
Take it from me: there is no greater reality check than a stiff cock.
At the height of penetration, when Kevin was completely smashed inside my juicy cunt, Claudia arranged her legs around Kevin's head. Within seconds of resettlement, she bore down on his face. Kevin, anticipating the arrival of her female succulence, let out his tongue and gave it a proper greeting.
"Oh, yeah, lick me," Claudia panted, rocking her hips to give him a steady batch. "Ohhhhhhhh. It feels so good to stick my cunt in your mouth. Suck on it. Wipe the juices from those lips."
Kevin obeyed. His tip wriggled into her nectar-saturated chasm, quenching a parchedness that had appeared to have no limit. His throat muscles functioned to stanch her sugared torrent. He let out a thirsty growl as he devoured Claudia.
Watching Claudia get eaten propelled me. I lurched back and forth, getting what I could from that hard dick. It slid in and out of me, stroking my highly sensitive cunt. Kevin's thickness served me well; I huffed and puffed at the sizzling friction it afforded. I willed my inner muscles to squeeze his cock, supplying him dizzying satisfaction. My wet cunt lips tugged his slippery skin, sending him into orbit as evidenced by his tortured expression. His eyes had that remote quality that told me he did not exist except in my gratifying pussy.
Claudia shivered as he licked her snatch. She swayed before me, ravaged by those ecstatic whips that he administered. I reached out and caressed her trembling figure, then wrapped her into a sheltering embrace. Our tits bulged out around our arms as we sank onto Kevin. Our nipples, singed by the heat, were smothered.
Behind me, Nina sought employment. I felt the tickle of her tongue as she lashed Kevin's balls and included my connected flesh in her sweep. Ohhhhhhhhhhhh. Her bubbles took my breath away, popping as she layered more of her scalding saliva. Her soft exhalations filtered against my ass as she worked.
Needless to say, the influx of these sensations upset my equilibrium. The rush of stimulus nearly overloaded my circuits.
"How is it satisfying three women at once?" I asked Kevin while we fucked.
"This is the best," he muttered distantly, his voice almost foreign.
I managed to smile. Scenes like this were ordinary among our men. We piled on them three at a time as a matter of practice. Kevin, fortunately, possessed the equipment to properly service us. He was-likely the kind of man in which peppered commentary was appreciated while in the process of getting off.
"Kevin," I decided to broach that elusive topic, "who do you and Woody report to?"
He pretended not to hear me.
"Kevin, please tell me. Who is the person who instructed you to kidnap us?"
He wouldn't say.
I could see a gag order had been enforced. Sex would not liberate his tongue. Disgorging that information might be next to impossible. Step two of our plan would have to go into effect.
"Stick that big thing into my pussy," I gutturally insisted, shifting gears. "Cram yourself into that juicy hole. Oh, yeah. Fuck me, stud. Show me how that gorgeous cock of yours works. Ohhhhhhhhhhh."
As a direct result of my command, Kevin's knees came up. I felt the bristliness of his hair-rough thighs as they molded to my squirming ass and back. A moment later, he thrust high into my soaked tissue.
"Oh, God!" I yelped, savoring the impact of his horniness. "Wow! Do that again! Fuck me good!"
Kevin obliged me, rearing back, then impaling me with that hard dick. Every cell in my body screamed with pleasure. It felt so incredible, I thought I was going to black out.
Ohhhhhhhhhhhh! It felt so good to have the real thing!
What intensified my joy was Nina's flickering tongue. She slurped the moisture that seeped from my clamped lips, then danced down to Kevin's compact balls. The tickling sensation she induced amounted to more than a buzz-I was literally going insane. The fluctuation of hardness and softness pushed me to the limit. I was unsure of how Kevin was faring, but I was about to cum.
Claudia was thoroughly immersed in having her pussy sucked. She visually appreciated every slurp, every lashing Kevin provided. When I saw his tongue sink into her crevice, then withdraw coated with cunt dew, I nearly quaked. Claudia's high-pitched mewls related her current bliss.
"Eat it," she breathlessly begged. "Eat that pussy. Yes. Ohhhhhhhhhhh. Fuck me with that tongue. Slice right into that wet cunt. Give it to me, baby. More. Nibble on me. Gulp those juices."
She punctuated each statement with abandoned descent. Her damp brown curls and juicy pink flesh came down on his mouth. His bottom lip twitched, telling me he was giving her a fierce licking. Her husky cry proved that assumption. Cunt juice sprinkled his beard. His mustache was soaked with her tangy drippings.
I couldn't mentally, nor physically, process another frame of that unraveling excitement. I was overheated, speared and sucked to oblivion. There was no accounting for the whirlpool of ecstasy-it occurred with giddy acceleration. Keeping that churning pressure bottled was impossible; I was headed for an explosion.
Before I made the crossover into paradise, I made certain I humped him good. I plunged over the towering shaft, submerging him whole in my throbbing snatch. That wall of crushing muscle was all for him. I fucked him nice and steady, causing his air supply to dwindle. The earth started to move beneath us. My pussy made one hungry grab after another at his throbbing cock, sheathing it with succulent vibrance. I approached the foothills of pleasure, galloping to make that climb. I pumped him faster and faster, getting what I needed from that hard dick. His breath came up short as I slammed down on him, burying him to the hilt. His balls strained against my ass as I convulsed.
"Jesus," I hissed through clenched teeth. I reached the peak of gratification. From that point forward, I was a quivering mass. My balance was ruptured by the pounding surge of contractions. I came hard while tucked around that thick, pleasure-giving cock. "Ohhhhhhhh! Ohhhhhhh!" My eyeballs rolled up at that electrifying moment.
He afforded me shattering release. I bucked and writhed, spasming wildly on top of him. It was one of the strongest orgasms I had to date.
Kevin refrained from shooting. He took a moment to observe my flustered look, then grinned with an air of superiority and dragged Claudia back to his face so he could finish her off. Her loud, blubbering was of no consequence to him. He ate her without emotion-nor hesitation-fixed upon making her cum.
Claudia's head flew back, her chin high. Her joy was at full tilt, rapidly approaching surfeit. "Yes, baby. Eat more. Suck it hard. Ohhhhhhhhh! Gonna cum! Gonna cum!"
The intensity of my climax gradually subsided I ached around that long, wide spike on which I sat. Catching my breath, I lifted and detached my sore pussy.
Nina was right on my tail, hankering for that prized spot. She gleamed at the fortune of fucking that enormous dick. Swinging those shapely legs over him, she dropped her ass to his lap.
"That was practice, baby," she teased. "Get set for the main event."
She picked up those gorgeous buns, then steered his enlarged bulb to her wet opening. Once the connection was made, she sank herself on that rigid dick. Her prolonged cry pierced the air.
"Oh, baby," she sobbed. "Stick yourself in my hot, liquid center. Put it all in there. Ohhhhhhhh! Go deep! Yes! Right to the very bottom. Ohhhhhhhhhh!"
Kevin pulled her onto his penetrating member, elevating his hips to expedite their bond. I could hear juicy sounds as that massive shaft entered her hot slippage. Nina's quivering lips related her fiercely intense reaction. He plowed through her tight opening to gain full purchase.
Even Kevin had to stop licking Claudia briefly in order to adjust to the change in pussy. His handsome face was lined with exultation. Biting his bottom lip, he then charged himself into that excitable cunthole.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhh!" Nina whimpered, bending backward, then straightening to receive full benefit of his delicious impact. "Oh, yeah. Harder! Fuck me! Fuck me good! Oh, yeah!"
He gave it to her just like he gave it to me: one strong wallop succeeded by another, pummeling her ass with his balls. Those wet smacks bounced off the walls. Her yelp of pleasure rang true.
I drifted behind Claudia, observant of her feverish sway. Kevin was close to bringing her to orgasm. I had to act swiftly, pursuant to our previously discussed plan.
I stuck my hand into the pocket of his jeans and came back with the key. I enclosed that symbol of freedom in my clammy grip.
Kevin was far to involved in getting off Nina and Claudia to pay me heed. They pounced on him with abandon, receiving the gifts he energetically bestowed with a powerful lunge of his body.
"Oh, my God! Baby, please-don't stop."
"I'm going to cream!"
"Oh, yeah. Let me ride it. Ride that sweet cock! Yes, sugar, you ride his face. Rub your pussy all over his mouth. Mmmmmmmmmm.
Make her cum, baby. Make her cum!"
I padded to the door, alert to the possibility of Kevin's recognition. Thus far, the girls kept him sufficiently occupied. Claudia's rhythm heated up to a full blown thrash and Nina jerked upon that solid cock with unstoppable fury.
The key slipped easily into the lock and turned. I couldn't believe how soundlessly the door swung open. Whew! It was a cinch. I prayed the route was clear.
I hustled, racing up the flight of stairs and around a corner. The men had taken us to some kind of abandoned warehouse. I attempted to retrace our earlier steps when escorted to the room, but the series of turns led to confusion. The lack of windows and the number of cavernous halls compounded my anxiety.
Woody and Kevin had chosen the ideal place to hide us. I very much doubted our men would know to come here.
Suddenly, a door materialized before my eyes. It occurred to me that I had discovered the desired exit. Before I could open it, however, Woody walked out of the shadows.
"I knew you'd try to escape," he muttered without discord.
I gasped at the sight of his looming figure. "You never left."
He grinned. "I could see Kevin was after some pussy, just like I figured you girls were happy to give it to him. One of you was bound to sneak into his pocket for the key. I gambled it would be you."
I had no idea how Woody would deal with my insubordination. My memory was all too fresh of how he dispatched that poor clerk at the liquor store with the butt of his gun. Violence seemed sewn into his character. Would he hurt me, or any one of the girls for this bout of rebellion? Would he chastise Kevin for being asleep at the switch? My brain was flooded with questions for which I was too afraid to seek answers.
Woody, though a virulent force, was unfortunately a sexy adversary. Animal attraction was present. Those hazel eyes held appeal. Tufts of hair emerged at his collar, promising a furry chest. Those powerful forearms were densely covered, too. The interesting formation in his jeans alluded to the necessary equipment for fulfilling the itch I needed scratched.
"You can't blame me for trying," I intentionally slurred my words. I took a pace back, advertising as much of my nude body as possible. I wanted him to gaze at my tits, my pussy and perhaps neutralize the blinding anger he had. I had to displace those hostile feelings-even if it meant fucking his brains out. "Call it instincts for survival."
Woody's face clouded as he assessed my curves. Now that we were alone, away from discriminating eyes, his actions would not be met with criticism. "We can't have you running away, doll."
"Maybe I was looking for you," I purred, inviting him to get closer.
"I'll bet." He closed the distance between us, causing me to back right up to a wall.
His chest expanded as he took in my defenseless character. I'm sure a thrill overtook him as he leered at my nude flesh. I encouraged that study, stroking his jawline with my thumb. Tremors were not only present, they were affecting his judgment. His sense of duty was rapidly deserting him. To drive that impulse home, I steered him to my erect nipple. Woody didn't spare a moment in covering it with his mouth. His ferocious suck plucked the wind from my lungs.
"Ohhhhhhhhhh," I moaned, my head rolling from one side to the other. Stars twinkled before my eyes. My pulse jumped. My fingers wove into his dark curls, navigating his head to my satisfaction.
I streamed over his well-developed chest, recognizing the hammering beat of his heart. I trailed lower and enclosed the appetizing definition of his cock. He bulged hugely from his jeans, bearing his monster. I shivered in anticipation.
"You've been dying for some of this, haven't you, doll?" he muttered in a low, husky voice. "The biggest thrill of your life is right there in my pants. This is the machine you need, the one that makes it happen."
I would have offered to unzip him, but the floodgates of Woody's passion flew open. Having pressed that last hot button, nothing short of frenzy was in store for me. He ripped open his pants and took out his cock. I gulped at its size. My expectations were exceeded. He must have measured ten, eleven inches, with a two and a half-inch width. That thing protruded from his fly like a billy club. He thumbed the bulbous head, emitting a drop of pre-cum before edging toward my pussy. Because my cunt lips had just been spread by Kevin's massive girth, Woody was permitted simple entrance.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhh!" I moaned as he pushed that monster into my wet hole. My diaphragm was totally compressed. He took the wind right out of me with that first slam. Ugggggghhhhhhh! I rebounded, my pussy going back for more of the same. I plunged my nails into his arms, failing to summon even a flinch. Woody grunted, determined to reach bottom. He sliced directly through the compressed cunt walls without sweating it, glad to encounter challenge.
"Is this what you were after, doll?" he asked, fitting himself into me like a glove. My ass was shoved to the wall, then bounced once he proceeded to pound me into breathless submission. "like the way that feels?"
I could barely talk. There was no cowering or dodging from it. That stiff cock drove home at the end of every thrust. My entire lower region felt divided by his hard, throbbing dick. I took it and handled him just fine. I negotiated the size of that thing and let it pass through my hot slippage.
He charged through my snatch, gathering momentum. My appetite rose. I fucked him right back, swinging my hips to catch as much of that hard dick as I could. Ohhhhhhhhhh. He was very filling, to say the least. Even when I attempted to voice my pleasure, only gasps of joy sprang to my lips.
In lieu of verbal praise, I reached for his flexing buttocks. His jeans dropped as he rammed into me, allowing for the opportunity to fondle his ass. Woody shuddered as I explored him. His features twitched while his eyes took on a glossy quality.
The punishing stroke of his cock could not tame the wild lurch of my hips. This was hardcore sex, and it was hot. I wouldn't have wanted Woody in any other fashion. My pussy swallowed him up, trapping that dick for a few seconds, then releasing it with a juicy coat. He slid in and out of my drenched cunt, wildly enjoying himself. Gratified sighs, mixed with a sharp intake or two, related his state of his mind.
"Oh, yeah," he sounded, working his way into my hot squish, then dragging himself out. "You're tight-a pretty nice fuck. No wonder Kevin couldn't resist. You're quality snatch, doll."
I made it good for him. I pulled up his T-shirt and exposed my aroused flesh to that wealth of chest hair. I smashed my tits to him, letting him feel my swollen nipples. I rubbed my body to his, inflaming his senses.
Woody dipped under my arm pits and lifted me. The second I was suspended from the floor, held to the wall by his crushing weight, he launched into a steady pump. He plowed into my moist pussy with vigor. My mouth dropped open and eyes closed as I absorbed the impact. I felt him saw in and out of my pussy lips. Ohhhhhhhh! It was so fucking good! He ignited a blaze in my snatch. My eyelids fluttered, then closed as I attempted to process the sensations that swam through me.
"I wanted you from the moment I laid eyes on you, doll," he muttered, overcome with passion. "I knew it would be good. I knew you'd blow my sockets. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh. I've got to fuck you. Got to get my dick in that hot snatch."
I was subject to the spillover of excitement that started with Kevin. Woody took me to new heights. Although his style was a bit more powerful, it was remarkably fulfilling. He took me to the limit-and beyond.
He made me cum fast. I didn't want to be first, but Woody offered no recourse. That wonderful pounding caused me to soar. I felt lightheaded, then numb, until everything came to a breathless halt.
"Ohhhhhhh! Oh, yes!" I cried, losing it.
Un-like Kevin, Woody didn't hold back. He jerked in and out of my pussy until hot cum poured. His eyes lost their focus as he pumped his load into my snatch.
"Uggghhhhhh!" he growled. His handsome face became gnarled for that protracted moment of shuddering splendor. "Uggghhhh! Arrggghhh! Arrrrgghhhhhh!"
I was completely unaware of what he would do next as we buckled against the wall, enduring that ultimate high.
CHAPTER FIVE
Woody dragged me into an empty room the instant after recovery. I have to admit, my rejuvenation took a bit longer; I hadn't expected the sex to be that good. For someone of his uncivilized character, rough treatment with little concern for my gratification should have been the agenda; Woody, however, turned me on big time. He curled my toes, blew my sockets out. I'd been fucking for what seemed hours, yet Woody left me thirsty for more.
As I had earlier suspected, this place was a deserted warehouse. We entered what appeared to be an office with a desk and chairs. The furnishings were dated, yet serviceable. Woody must have known there was a place to set my ass. He hoisted me on top of the desk, then stood back. There was a window behind him, revealing plush shrubbery in the distant. We were on the ground floor. Apparently, the girls were stashed in the basement, which accounted for the musty smell. I saw no sign of human life outside. This facility must have been located outside of the city, hidden from discerning eyes. Even if I had escaped, the nearest phone might be miles away.
Woody yanked his T-shirt up, then off to expose his magnificent chest. That virtual forest bid my lustful observation. He stepped out of his jeans, which were loose from having been opened, to display the rest of his virile body. Woody was a definite stud. Wow! I nearly wagged my tongue at the sight of his hunky appearance.
His cock, I took note, had gone from a fierce erection to semi-hard. Thudding thickly against his balls, it looked somewhat eager for its next session. Fresh stimulation would restore it to its awesome dimensions.
"I've got to have a little more of you before I take you back," he grunted, breathing strongly. "That was some piece of ass, doll. You're hot-no question of it."
I was glad to see he wasn't angry over my breakout attempt. If anything, it served as mild amusement. Woody instilled the impression that my female bag of tricks were no match for his masculine power.
In the back of my mind, the seed of hope germinated yet again. Could I get Woody to disclose the identity of his employer? Whoever coordinated our abduction was the most threatened by the bribery trial. It required skill to get him to divulge that name; either Woody's loyalties ran deep, or the sum of his compensation warranted the risks he had taken. My curious nature refused to let it go.
"I can't believe a man of your flair can't get quality snatch," I murmured, pawing him in an encouraging manner. My fingers, sliding through the manly trail that lined his chest, were met with luxury. Mmmmmmmmmm.
"Didn't say I had a problem getting some," he grunted. "Kevin and I receive our share." He cupped my mound, then squeezed. "It's not always this good."
"Ohhhhhhhhhh." I tilted my chin high, inviting his exciting manipulation. Woody's fingertips disbursed electricity. The want began rebuilding in my loins. My legs automatically spread for him. My body silently spoke its mind. In terms of sex, I was a complete addict.
His eyes were deep, penetrating. We looked intently at each other for several prolonged seconds before his hand cupped the back of my head. Our lips touched in a teasing fashion, then connected. I let his tongue inside, allowing the tip to spar with mine. I couldn't help but moan as he gained access. His urgency was perceptible, affecting my sense of balance. I went with the flow, writhing against him, inviting him to fondle my tits. He did, without instruction. From the manner he groped them, he was hungry to feel me up. It seemed he didn't really get the chance to play with them, not while he fucked me against that wall. We were smashed together, purging the initial frustration from our systems.
"You look like you could go for another round, yourself," he mentioned, running his thumbs over my nipples, then scooping up my heaving boobs. "You sure have a lot to offer. I could suck these for days."
"Don't make promises you can't keep," I purred, enjoying the span of those sturdy fingers. Woody had an infectious touch; the longer he swept over my naked flesh, the more I liked it. This session proved softer, a fitting sequel to our earlier coupling. We weren't functioning on as much adrenaline.
"I prefer women who can handle it. There's been a few who couldn't take it for more than five minutes. I've had to nurse a case of blue balls."
"Mmmmmmmm," I whimpered as he slipped his hand into my tit. He met its soft, soliciting texture. "They didn't know what they were missing." I trembled as he toyed with my nipple. God, he really knew what he was doing. Though savage in temperament, the man was capable of gentleness. I got wet just thinking about how incredible our next fuck was going to be.
His tongue pushed into me, urging me to submit. I tried to comply as he silently requested, but Woody was quick to change the rules. He flicked against me, but when I attempted to capture him with my curling tip, he slipped around and prodded me from a new angle. It was obvious after several moments the man was completely excited and yearned for spontaneity.
He slowly released my throbbing nipples, then traveled south. His next destination was between my legs. He couldn't wait to touch my pussy. The availability of my nude body was just too much for him to resist. His hand drifted over my red thatch, eager to learn how juicy I'd gotten. His fingers smoothed over the curly pubes, encountering dampness. He inserted a finger into my cunt without preliminary. I choked back a groan, which was promptly smothered my his mouth. He delved further, wriggling it until I shuddered. He fucked me with it for a few minutes until I thought I was going to cum. All of this was executed with gradual persistence. Clearly from the start, Woody put a priority on my personal pleasure. His was to follow.
After several seconds of delightful pumping, he removed his finger. I could hear it slip out of my moist cunt with a soft pucker. He taunted my pussy lips with more of his expert handling. His thumb covered my clit and gave it a stimulating massage. You can't imagine the agony he put me through, rotating that swollen bud. My mouth dropped open and my nails sank into his shoulder.
At length, he took his mouth away. I was gasping for air, shaking with lust. He got me aroused. I awaited some signal, a telling glance, for the next set of instructions. Throughout this ordeal, I had to continually remind myself he was an agent for the man who ordered my capture. I couldn't become selfish about the physical happiness he administered. I had to appeal to his inner self to receive answers to each and all of my questions. His confession was of vital importance.
Woody's enjoyment of me was an imperceptible process. Haste was not a factor. He bunched my tits together in a bulging package, then drew them to his mouth. Letting out his tongue, he licked my nipples. Ohhhhhhhhh! I wasn't prepared for that charge. My senses reeled. His second and third lap brought sweet dizziness. His tongue flashed again and again, rekindling that fiery commotion in my groin. In the next instant, one of my nipples dripped with his hot saliva.
"Ohhhhhhh," I squealed, gasping for air.
He attached his mouth to one and began sucking it with everything he had. The urgency he exhibited was riveting. I squirmed on the desk, woozy with joy. He crushed my tits in his hands, showing me how much he wanted me.
"Mmmmmmmm," he grunted. "I love sucking these babies. They're screaming for my tongue."
Those hot sucks made me crazed. He must have experienced my tremors as he pulled at my flesh with his lips. I massaged his massive shoulders and cupped his head, guiding him from one nipple to the other, eager for his wild pull. Ohhhhhhhhh, Jesus! Woody was good. He got them rock-hard, bulging, pointed.
"Thought you were going to get away from us, doll," he muttered beneath mouthfuls. "Didn't think you'd end up with your legs spread, getting a pussy full of cock."
"Suck those tits," I begged. "Suck them hard."
"I'll give all you want, doll. No need to ask."
Before I could get used to his change of rhythm, Woody altered his course. His finger plunged back into my pussy, pumping back and forth. My clit got some very slick treatment. The friction he effected all but made me faint. The squishy sounds coming from between my legs heightened my excitement. The cum he injected still coated my insides. I was more than lubricated for that big dick of his. We both knew how hot I was to get fucked.
"God," I wailed behind clenched teeth. "Oh, Woody, don't stop. I'm going to cum."
Woody went ever faster, quite aware I was on the verge of orgasm. That finger slid in and out of my cunt rapidly, coated with warm juice. He was teething one of my nipples while vibrating his tongue at top speed. Colors whirled around me.
My head veered back, my eyes shut as I plunged my fingers into his flesh. I was losing control, the pleasure more than I could bear.
"Ohhhhhhhhh, ohhhhhhh, God," I cried out, spasming around his jabbing finger. It refused to disengage, following me through every jerk, every moan, unwilling to quit until my cunt lips relinquished its hungry squeeze.
"That's it, doll, cum for me. Show me how good it is," he muttered. His voice was low, drunk with lust. I could tell how horny he was. He couldn't wait to stick his cock into me.
Eventually, Woody took his finger out of me and lifted his mouth from my tit. Saliva trickled from my erect nipple. "Ohhhhhh, that was good," I murmured.
Those hazel eyes kept peering at me every second, urging me to make a grab for him. I took his cock in my hand. God, my fist was filled with that hard, throbbing monster. I pulled on it, stroking him. He exhaled harshly at first, obviously excited from my manipulation. His hand was on my shoulder, squeezing, applying pressure, until I slowly slipped off the desk and sank to my knees before him.
Woody continued to stand, his legs slightly spread. His cock extended right to my face. He stared at me, mentally commanding me to open my mouth and take him whole. I shivered at this unspoken order. I knew how horny my orgasm must have gotten him. Gazing at that huge thing jutting from his groin made me hungrier by the second. I wasn't going to deny him release-I wanted to suck him.
My lips split apart and I let out my tongue. I dabbed that bloated crown, experiencing the initial jolt my saliva gave him. He groaned and cupped the back of my head. His steel-like fingertips forbade me to move backward-only ahead. He wanted more of my hot licks, and lots of sloppy sucking.
"Mmmmmmmm," I sighed. My tongue curled around the rim just beneath his cockhead, distributing wet warmth. It was quite tasty. I flicked the area on one side of that massive vein, then the other. Each was received with a grunt of approval. When I slurped the length of that heavy vessel, I heard Woody gulp air. My spit trickled down his cock, right to his balls. I waited until it almost dripped off before I captured the clinging excess with my tongue. That lap included his balls.
"Jesus," he muttered. "Oh, doll, lick it. Lick me all over. Yeah, come on, baby, get it all wet. Make my cock juicy with your spit. Ahhhhhhhhh, more, baby, keep going, keeping sucking it. Don't stop sucking it. Squeeze me with those horny lips. Run up and down that large vein. Oh, yeah, like that. Give me more of that."
I had to admit, I got fairly turned on blowing him. Woody certainly had a mouthful-and I hadn't yet wrapped that big dick with my lips. I gave him more of my playful tongue, slithering over that throbbing flesh. It was fun, exciting him in this fashion.
I tried something new-something I believed he would like. I sucked one of his balls in my mouth. My lips stretched to get it through, but I managed. Mmmmmmmmmm. The wisps of hair tickled the roof of my mouth and rested on my tongue. I glommed him, enjoying the vibrations of need. He took pleasure from it, his hands circling my head and making me stay in that position for several heart-pounding seconds, until my lungs screamed for air.
"Christ, those lips," he muttered, "against my skin-oh, yeah, so hot, so wet, taking me down your throat. Let me in there, doll. Suck me right to the balls." He leaned back, enjoying my fierce suction. Woody probably never had head so good. I relished his guttural cries when I bore down on him. He trembled roughly around my oral clamp.
The tip of my tongue prodded him. He found this thoroughly enjoyable, trembling at every lash, every ounce of saliva I lavished him. I let the pleasure build slowly, each wave more powerful than the last. I knew eventually he would need my lips to completely cover his cock and suck it hard. I prolonged the moment, taunting him.
"Oh, yeah," he said. "Suck my balls. Make the other one wet."
I repeated the process, letting one drop from my lips, then gathering up the other. The fleshy sac was somewhat difficult to negotiate-it had tightened so from excitement. His nuts seemed to form one mass of palpitating flesh, yet persistence enabled me to separate them. I applied a fresh coating of saliva to the new ball, letting it stream down his taut skin. My tongue caught it before it dripped off him.
This part of him was getting extremely wet while exposed to my mouth. I'm sure the urge to get the rest of him moist flashed through his mind, for he pulled my head back. I was drunk with lust, staring at that long, throbbing shaft bobbing in my face. Some of my favorite dreams had cocks of his size. Woody sure was a whole lot of man.
Woody was impatient-I could feel the quivering radiate from his body. I couldn't blame him. The treatment I gave him would have influenced any man in wanting more. He grabbed the back of my head and pushed his dick into my mouth. I wasn't given time to adjust. That thing was crammed between my lips, thick and stiff, moving rapidly to the edge of my throat. Instinct told me to gulp down air before he slid in any further. Oxygen was barely available around that wide, pulsing shaft.
"Suck it, doll, suck me," he groaned, feverishly. My licking made him urgently want that. "Swallow me, take me whole. Gonna slide down your throat."
Blood pounded in my temple as I gave him pleasure with my mouth. His groin kept moving toward me, smashing into my face, those wiry pubes brushing my cheeks as he ground himself to me. God, he had packed himself, filling me with that throbbing dick. There was so much to suck on and, yet, I knew I could handle it.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmm," I sobbed, working my tongue, pumping my lips. My throat muscles functioned as I went about devouring him. I could feel the palpitations of his cockhead while it embedded in my throat. I rubbed the stem of his heavy thing, administering additional saliva. Clamoring need beat against my firmly clenched lips. After several frenzied moments of clutching him, he finally released my head so I could move my lips back and forth.
"That feels so good. Oh, yeah, suck my dick, suck it good. Let me fuck that mouth. Yeah, let me jam your throat, doll. Going so deep, ahhhhh. Blow me, eat it, work that mouth up and down that cock. Make that dick juicy. Oh, yeah, so fucking good. You know what you're doing, doll, you know how to make a man feel good. Ahhhhhhhh. I don't want you to stop-I want you to keep sucking it. I want to stay in your mouth. My balls are tingling, churning with cum. You're going to have so much to swallow when I shoot, and you're going to gulp it all down. Yeah."
His measure of hot talk set my hormones in motion. I liked hearing how much he enjoyed what I did. I sucked and sucked on him, feeling his cock get all the more stiff. I made tiny, squealing noises as I absorbed him with my sexy lips. My red hair thrashed against him, whipping his aroused body. Mmmmmmmmmmmm. He benefited from some of my best oral moves.
I determined his joy would not be complete without a little tit massage. While sucking his cock, I managed to wrap my large, fleshy globes around him. He fit smoothly in the groove. Up and down I went, rubbing those exquisitely soft boobs of mine against his excited dick. My lips stayed on the head, pulling and enticing, while my tongue circled and pressed into his cumhole.
"Jesus," he gasped. "Yeah, doll. Do more of that. Give me more. Oh, yeah. Ahhhhhhhhhhh."
He rocked himself to me, shoving himself in and out of the tit tent I made. My saliva served as lubricant, permitting him easy access. I enveloped his pulsing engorgement, thrilled by its wild beat. My lips were fastened to his bulbous head, anchored right under the heavy rim. I sucked him harder and harder, imploring that he explode.
"Tits feel so good," he said. "Oh, yeah. I want to fuck those tits." He jerked back and forth, sawing right through them, obtaining pleasure from that manufactured friction. "Want to slide my dick through those tits."
He didn't seem like he could stand much longer. I worked him until his knees started to buckle. I thought he was going to cum in my mouth any second. I sucked faster, harder, willing him to discharge. Nothing would have given me greater joy than those dense spurts of jism jetting against my tongue. My mewls communicated that. My face twisted from one side to the other, downing his cock. Mmmmmm. I wanted him to cum, wanted him to shoot.
I squeezed my tits around that cock, aiming the erect nipples at his throbbing bulk. Those nubs looked like they dispensed tiny shocks to his system. He looked singed from each jab.
Cum for me, baby, I silently moaned. Cum for me. Cum for me!
All at once, he grasped my head and yanked me away from his dick. I let out a start, amazed me would have me stop just before he erupted. His cock was red and juicy from my spit. I stared at that shaft dripping with my saliva.
"God," I murmured, my throat aching from having that thing crammed into it, then abruptly removed. "No, I want to finish."
He didn't give a moment's answer. Instead, he dropped to his knees in front of me, then seized me with shaking hands. I was taken by the hips and turned until my ass faced the direction of his throbbing cock. He made no effort to be gentle-he was burning with fever. The urge to fuck me was imperative. He couldn't contain that impulse a second longer. He had a fireball in his dick.
I was on all fours, panting with excitement. I wanted to fuck him, but had no time to prepare myself. Sure, my pussy as wet-I was aroused through every phase of sucking him. The sight of his large cock made me weak with want. The moisture between my legs and the remnants of his last explosion seemed sufficient lubrication.
Doing me doggie-style, however, was not his intention. What Woody yearned for was more erotic. He put the tip of his saliva-drenched cock by my anus and pushed.
"Oh, Woody," I cried out, clawing the hard wood floor. That blunt edge was so hard, so startling, I thought I was going to faint.
"I want it in your ass, doll," he grunted, sending more of his solid dick through my butt hole. "I thought about it while you were sucking me, watching it bob in the wind as you moved your whole body." He sank that throbbing mass into my buns, quivering. "Jesus, you're so fucking hot. Those men sure have it made, passing around the-likes of you."
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh." I was lightheaded as that thing nearly split me in half. I wasn't quite sure if I wanted to be fucked in the ass while getting impaled. Cocks the size of Woody's weren't comfortable in there unless I was really excited. "Oh, God." I clenched my teeth, trembling.
"It's okay, doll, it'll feel good. I'll make it feel good."
"Ohhhhhhhhhh, oh, Woody, you're so big."
"Relax, loosen up for me. Let me all in. Yeah, let me into your tight, sweet ass."
He kept dragging me toward him, sinking into my hot crevice. I moaned again and again, then saw his wisdom. It started to feel really good.
At last, his balls were up against my ass cheeks. Woody fit nicely in my asshole. I slid into my elbows, placing demand on them, then lifted myself to the point of his cock while easing back into my ass. Ohhhhhhhhh! I moved forward and backward, sobbing with pleasure. My asshole was crushing him, feeding him squishy tightness. His resounding gasps informed me the experience was quite gratifying for him. He liked jamming my butt with that stiff cock.
"Fuck me," I whimpered. "Fuck my ass."
"Yeah, it's going right in, without resistance, right down to the balls."
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh. I love it. Fuck me, keep fucking me."
His hands swirled around my body, treating my flesh to a sumptuous massage. His fingertips were tender, soothing. I shivered beneath his masculine touch. When he slid his hand under my stomach, then went over my pussy, I couldn't help but rake the hard wood floor with my nails. "Oh, Woody."
"Christ, you're sopping wet. This is really making you horny, isn't it, doll: getting fucked in the ass, having my dick up your butt."
"Yes, it feels good."
"You like it this way, taking it from the back, my cock buried in those hot cheeks, fucking you."
"Ohhhhhhhhhh." He started rubbing my clit. Electricity crackled from the center of my womb. I was ill-equipped to receive that flow of pleasure. My succulent pink flesh squished between his fingers. My love button swelled beneath his intoxicating caress. I writhed, working my hips, gasping as those fingers followed. He jiggled me faster, providing me non-stop thrills.
"Oh, Woody, I'm going to cum."
"Go ahead, I want you to."
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh." It wasn't deliberate on my part-that stroking was incredible. The spasms tore me apart, propelling me over the edge. I contracted heavily, squeezing that cock with my inner muscles, making myself even tighter than I already was. "My God."
"It's good, I know it's good," he said huskily, bracing himself as my buttocks jerked. "You're enjoying it. I want you to, yeah."
"Ohhhhhhhhh."
It took a few moments for my head to clear. I was still excited from having him in my ass. He pumped me, getting every inch he had through my anus. My saliva was all the lubrication that was necessary. I heard the wet, smacking sounds of our flesh connecting and moaned. A few seconds later, his fingers returned to my clit.
"No, don't make me cum again. I'm getting woozy," I sighed.
"Can't help myself, doll. I like watching you lose control."
He cupped my mound and worked his talented fingers. "Ohhhhhhhh, oh, Woody, yes."
I moaned as he fucked me. In and out his dick went, shoving through my buns. I was aware of every inch, every vein, every curve that went into my ass. I sobbed with delight when his balls touched my butt, signaling that his entire dick was submerged. Ohhhhhhhhh. He fucked me good and long, bringing joy with each stroke.
It helped to be jiggled. It enabled me satisfaction, having those fingers titillate my aroused clit. My moans never ceased, increasing in pitch. An impulse to make him cum seized me. I bucked back and forth, attempting to divide myself from the stimulation to make him shoot. My hips hammered at him, feeding him serious vibrations.
"Cum in me," I moaned. "Cum in me, baby, cream in my ass. I want it now, yes-fuck me with that cock and let go."
"Jesus, doll, you're wild."
"Wild to make you cum."
"Christ, if you don't stop, you're going to make me jizz."
I don't think he was prepared for the power I unleashed. I found the resources to bring his pleasure to a shattering conclusion. I gave it all I had-all I could-driving my ass at that rigid shaft, absorbing it, squeezing it, urging it to shoot.
"Christ." I felt his muscles tense against me. That animal cry, trapped in the base of his throat, finally tore from him. "Uggghhhhh, arrrgghhhh."
Hot jism poured into my bowels. I couldn't escape that heavy, flooding sensation. I moaned as he spurt, discharging himself into my ass.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh."
Woody collapsed on top of me, encompassing me with those muscular arms. His chin went over my shoulder. I heard him gulping air until the spasms subsided. I wasn't in such swell shape myself; Woody had fucked my brains out.
"That was incredible, doll," he mumbled. "I really needed that. Haven't gotten laid that good in ages. Your boyfriend is one lucky man."
"I'm envious of your girlfriend. She gets that big cock of yours pretty regular, I'll bet."
"Don't have time for a girlfriend. Too busy. I just grab myself a piece of ass whenever I can."
My heart hammered. I had to be nonchalant if I wanted him to spill the truth. "Too busy? Who's keeping you occupied?"
"MacCallister. Kevin and I are both on his payroll." He halted, realizing his blunder, then shrugged. "You probably guessed it, anyway. His pal Murphy is the one on trial."
The man our boys indicated were taking bribes, I thought. I supposed that made sense. "But how did you know we were at the liquor store?"
"You were under surveillance. It was the perfect time to strike." He nuzzled my neck. "You'll keep that to yourself, though, won't you, doll? I don't want any trouble. You seem like you're a sensible girl who doesn't want trouble, either. We'll make another call to your men and get a commitment. We don't want to keep you any longer than necessary."
"You mean-you're going to release us?"
"Sure. Right after the trial's over and your men keep their yaps shut. Murphy will go free-and so will you."
"But what if Murphy is found guilty? What if there's other evidence that points to his culpability?"
Woody shook his head. "You don't want that to happen."
"What do you mean?"
"If things don't work out for Murphy-if he gets sent to prison-then we have our orders." I didn't like the sound of his voice. "Orders."
"Yeah. We've got to kill you."
CHAPTER SIX
I was returned to our cell shortly thereafter in a state of shock. I supposed I knew our situation was serious, but now that Woody painted his dire picture, I was less inclined toward bravery.
Claudia and Nina didn't seem surprised to see me escorted by Woody.
"We'll be back at six to call your boyfriends," Woody said before closing the door. "Until then, I'm sure you girls will have some interesting stories to swap."
His heckling laughter reverberated long after his retreat.
The girls looked too weary to relay their adventures with Kevin. Obviously, they had been put through the same marathon ordeal. MacCallister must have purposely put these men on a sex-free diet for weeks before scheming our abduction. He must have figured that they would keep us busy while we were behind locked doors. Judging from their sexual prowess, I felt confident I was on the right track.
"I know who has been directing these guys," I said.
"We do, too," Claudia sighed.
I raised a brow. "You got Kevin to talk?"
"I was licking his balls while Nina fucked him. He finally blurted the man's name. I guess we should have concluded that from the beginning. The two of them worked closely on the police force."
I sat on the cot. "So the secret is out. Do you think the men have guessed the truth as well?"
"More than-likely," Nina said. "But what can they do? We're MacCallister's insurance. Neither Dennis nor Steve will compromise our safety."
"Kevin mentioned the repercussions of not setting Murphy free?" I ventured.
Nina nodded. "He savored our shaken expressions. I think he enjoys being in control."
I sank onto the bed, feeling injured. Woody left me sore, aching-yet with a delicious tingle. Yes, these men did relish the power they held over us. At the moment, we were their prisoners. Sex wasn't a bargaining tool-merely a form of recreation.
"Any more bright ideas, Melissa?" Claudia chirped.
"I'm too exhausted to think. Woody really worked me." I massaged my buttocks. The width of his cock yielded a lasting sting. "He fucked me in the ass."
Nina joined me on the cot, her hands fluttering over my skin. "I suppose he initiated that need."
"I wouldn't have minded the position if he weren't hung like a horse."
Claudia's lips curved. "I could tell he was big from the heft of his cock. His jeans don't hide much."
"I'll say." Nina's touch was like therapy. "Mmmmmmmmm. That feels good."
"Well, fucking these guys furthered our knowledge. We have a clearer picture." She kneaded my back, delving into my flesh. "Is that better?"
"Much." My eyes curved up into my sockets as she fed me those expert fingertips. "Ohhhhhh. Lower. Harder."
Nina sprang to the call of my tired flesh. When we had spent a lot of time with the men, giving them all we had, nothing restored our sensitivities better than each other.
Claudia was mesmerized by the flow of stimulation Nina administered. Her temperature was up, as evidenced by the spring of her nipples; they came to startling attention.
"Tell us what happened with Woody," she purred.
"He intercepted me upstairs, then pinned me to the wall. After a brief struggle, we both got horny. He pressed his massive hard-on to my pussy and rubbed. I knew I would succumb. Our attraction had already been established.'
Claudia warmed to the topic. "You took it out of his pants and slipped it into your pussy?"
I nodded. "At first, I couldn't seem to catch my breath. He kept jamming that big dick into me, slamming my ass to the wall. After a few moments of pumping, I responded big time. I fucked him right back."
Nina's tremors were discernible through her stirring application. I apparently touched on a secret fantasy. Nina once told me how she loved when Pete handcuffed, then fucked her while in uniform. There was something forbidden about getting it from someone of official standing. Spreading my legs for a cop definitely turned me on. I thought about Pete's big thing protruding from his open fly, extending into Nina's soaked pussy, getting snagged by those hot, clinging lips. Ohhhhhhhhhhhh. Pete was thick, a real cunt-pleaser. That man could make the earth move in less than ten seconds.
I was getting pretty warmed up from just dwelling on those episodes. I glanced at Nina and saw how impassioned she was. I twitched in frustration. An itchiness between my legs began to plague me.
"Did you like it?" Claudia inquired, laying across the opposite cot. Her nipples were as erect as they were hours before. Claudia, often in a horny state, could become aroused at the slightest inclination.
I smirked. "Yeah. I liked it a lot."
"As big as he was, you made him fit in your pussy?"
"Our men are large, too, and we don't seem to have a problem."
Claudia shivered, savoring my descriptions. Her emerging smile was positively deviant. "I'll bet he was an excellent fuck."
I reached out and smoothed my hand over her stomach, exploring her flesh in expanding circles. "I remember how hot I was after having a dream about us with Dennis. I had it right after we had sex for the first time. In my dream, I kept watching you and oozing with desire."
"You did?" she murmured. Her voice drifted with the passion conjured by my swirling figures. "Tell me about it, baby. Tell me what you dreamed."
I moaned as Nina delved into my aching flesh. Jesus, it felt so good. "Are you sure?"
"Oh, yes." She was all ears, yearning for details.
"He took us to a motel for sex. For some reason, he wanted that kind of atmosphere: strange, forbidding. We were both naked, but Dennis kept his uniform on. He looked incredible in his navy blues while his cock stuck straight out from his fly. We were on the bed, eating each other. Dennis wanted for us to make each other cum before uniting with our gorgeous bodies. He looked intense throughout our noisy cunt-lapping. He didn't miss a second of it while stroking himself. His cock grew in his fist, inspired from our exchange of licks and the outpour of mutual desire. When he had enough, he moved toward you. He wanted to fuck you first. It looked so hard going into you. I kept getting moister and more juicy as he pumped you with that long monster. You moaned as he completed the connection."
The tremors of her velvety flesh turned me on. I veered to her nipples, barely tracing them. Claudia's joy was visible. Her features reflected mounting frustration.
"I got so wet when he fucked you," I told her. "I came harder than I ever did before."
"I want to hear more." She gasped as I transformed her nipple into a stiff peak. My fingertips located the source of her heat and dwelled there, providing her satisfaction. "Tell me what you remember."
My tone was deep, penetrating. I must have sent chills down her spine, for she shivered. "First, I saw him discard his navy blue pants. They came over that muscled butt, then were pulled down his legs. His balls were tight, hairy. The backs of his thighs were so hairy, too. Such an animalistic contrast to your soft, dark ones." I fondled her, coaxing gentle moans from her lips.
"Then he fit his body to you. He rubbed his stiff cock against you."
"Mmmmmm." Claudia sighed, thriving at my depiction. She was deeply aroused from her shimmering expression.
"He wanted you to feel how hard it had gotten, how rigid you'd made it-from your sweet moaning and your hot body."
Nina was getting steamed, too. She writhed above me, her velvety tips freezing. "I like this story. Go on," she whispered huskily, inviting my interpretation just as Claudia bid my touch.
I moistened my fingertips with my tongue, then spread warm saliva over Claudia's nipples. Her lazy shiver served as encouragement. "He reached for his cock with one hand and steered you toward him with the other. His shaft sank into you so easily, as though you were sucking him into your pussy."
"I was?" she panted.
"Of course you were. After I'd gotten through licking you, making your clit swell with each slurp, you wanted that cock deep inside your snatch, fucking you."
"Yes," she sighed, picturing it.
"He made you sore, cramming himself into your wet opening. I've been fucked with it, too. I know what it feels like those first few moments. You have to get accustomed to his size. But it feels so good, you don't want the fun to stop even for a minute." My lips curved. I saw she was captivated by my tale. "Men can be so rough at times. They aren't gentle, like us."
I covered her nipple with my mouth and hungrily sucked it. I flicked my tongue back and forth, urging it to grow hard. Claudia undulated beneath me, arching her back to meet my hungry lips.
"God," Claudia uttered, gritting her teeth. She was lost in a panting swelter, her flesh moist. She ground her heels into the mattress, moaning, offering her nude body for my pleasure.
Gradually, I worked my way to her inviting mound. I wanted to sample the honey dripping from her cunt flesh. My nose brushed the soft brown fur at her crotch. I caught her sweet, female scent. Crazed with lust, I lowered my head and dipped into her juicy pussy. I lapped the puffy lips, urging them open with my curling tongue.
"Melissa," Claudia said. "Yes, please, oh yes!"
I probed her slit before she could speak further. I knew exactly what she wanted. The same craving raged through me. I delved into the nectar-rich pocket, gleaning its flavor in soft, weakening strokes.
Claudia's fingers were upon me at once, steering me to her molten core. "Jiggle my clit, baby," she mumbled. "Suck on it."
I did as she asked, giving her tremendous bliss.
She vibrated fiercely as I fed upon her juices. My tongue sent her into oblivion. I suckled the wetness that flowed from her cunt.
While I was eating her, Nina threw her legs around my sumptuous ass and rubbed herself. The juiciness of her cunt served as lubrication. Her moans filtered through the air. She, too, was overcome by my dramatic storytelling.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhh. Melissa, you got me going. Ohhhhhh, sugar, I wish I had a cock to stick into you right now. I want to feel your soft, moist insides when I shove myself into them. Ohhhhh."
I climbed on top of Claudia's gasping face and bore down on her mouth. Within seconds, I was moaning. Claudia found my clit and was nibbling on it. Her tongue whipped me into a frenzy-and increased my appetite for cunt. I sank my tongue into her, fucking her with the limber tip.
"Don't stop, more," she pleaded, then plunged her mouth over my snatch. Tickling delight followed. I oozed on her face, then heard her noisy gulps as she dispatched my drippings.
I licked at the wet lips of her pussy as she squirmed and sighed. My tongue penetrated the moist opening to her shivering delight. Mmmmmm. I took extra servings of that tangy refreshment.
"You're so good at it," Nina sobbed, thrashing wildly against me. I felt moisture gather on my buttocks. She shifted back and forth, leaving her wet spot. "You love to eat pussy, don't you? Eat her, sugar. Eat her good. Make Claudia cum with your tongue."
I sucked Claudia's clit. It was taut yet very soft and slippery in my mouth. I ran my tongue over it again and again. Claudia swiveled her hips excitedly, then trembled against my cheeks.
On the rebound, her tongue speared into my pussy. She went in deep. I felt her hard nipples digging into my flesh as her head bobbed between my legs. I moved my cunt to her face, making her eat me. She fed upon my juices in a delirium, sucking my pussy with a powerful willingness.
"That's great, yes," I moaned, enjoying her mouth. "Come on, honey, suck my clit, eat it, taste how horny you've made me. Yes!"
Our bodies slapped together in a profusion of sweat and tingles. Our climbing heat had us quenching our thirsts. I almost threw Nina off me, yet she clung on for dear life. She seemed close to orgasm.
I picked up the tempo. I heard Claudia's gasps and sobs and then saw her bared teeth as she was about to cum. I was close, myself, yet I wanted this heaven to last a bit longer. My pussy gushed with juice, readily eaten by Claudia's gobbling tongue. She wasn't about to stop either-not until I begged.
Oh, honey, yes, faster, faster," I panted. My ass shook over her face as my cunt lips smeared her mouth. Claudia flattened her tongue and I pushed my clit against it, then feverishly rocked back and forth. I was swiftly losing touch with reality, my brain sizzling. "Ohhhh, I'm gonna cum, gonna cum hard. Yes, honey, yes, just like that-"
I pushed my head back between her legs and ate. Her pussy was sweet, creamy. Claudia shivered, enjoying the volley of hot licks. In the next second, she shuddered, her voluptuous body jerking.
"God," Claudia gasped heavily. "Oh, God."
We came quickly, writhing for what seemed an eternity. Nina spasmed, too, inflamed by our fierce vibrations. Our pussies ached from all that wonderful lapping, but we derived infinite joy from our efforts.
I drifted into Claudia's arms and kissed her on the lips. She smiled, welcoming my show of affection. We were left woozy from that round of delightful sex. Nina's lips rippled across my shoulders, then traveled the length of my back. A new agitation began.
I bent to her neck and ran my tongue over her soft flesh. A moan sounded from the base of her throat. Any protests Nina had at that point were vanished; she totally surrendered to me. She tasted salty from her previous sweating deluge, but with a woman's fragrance. I delved lower, brushing her slick skin with saliva. Flavoring my palate was her woman taste. I grazed her nipples, watching them expand once again.
Her hand came up, cupping my boob. I moaned as she squeezed, more from the electric shocks to my nipple than pain. My pussy was soaked with juice. I writhed as pleasure blanketed my scorched flesh.
I lifted my face and covered her mouth. My tongue drove inside, showing her my hunger. She transmitted a moan that uncovered her horniness, then whimpered as I tested her nipple again. Moaning, we kissed. Nina was really getting into it, darting her tongue at mine. She was a hot babe, that Nina: she liked having sex with a woman almost as much as a man.
And who knew if we'd ever be returned to the arms of our men? It seemed like we'd been in captivity for weeks, rather than twenty-four hours.
Claudia fell away, too numb to join us. She had cum so hard, she was barely conscious of what we were up to now. Her long, slender legs eased over my writhing flesh, dangling from the cot.
The vibrations of my body and Nina's were felt through our attached mouths. Her saliva was like honey. I darted into her warm vacuum, enjoying the sweltering climate. She sucked at me, draining my oxygen supply. My brain whirred at the prospect of having some of Nina.
Inspired by my hoarse reaction, she snuck her mouth to my tit and fondled and sucked my nipple. Rotating her thumb, she brought it to full erectness. My shiver prompted her. She titillated me with her feathery touch, smoothing over the sleek flesh. Her curiosity of my body unbound, she explored my hard nipples to her satisfaction. She sucked on them, demanding I not break the connection.
"Mmmmmmmm," she moaned, savoring my splintered response. From the manner I moved against her tongue, she knew I was attuned to her erotic frequency. My gasp harmonized with hers.
I began thumbing her mound. I grasped her pussy firmly, inserted my forefinger. Its sudden inclusion to her warm snatch was a jolt to her system. She moaned hard, shaking. Rending her lips from mine, she breathed heavily, groping for oxygen.
"You like that, huh?" I asked.
"Yes."
I pumped her good, making my finger slick with her juices. The sounds emanating from her groin told of her total arousal. She worked her hips to meet my finger as though she were fucking it. Sharp cries tore from her throat. Weakly, she resumed our tongue-drenching kiss, whirling with ecstasy.
With expert precision, I located her clitoris. As
I distributed pressure to the surrounding area, she screamed into my mouth. Through our storm of pleasure our lips remained glued, our tongues continuing to circle and play.
"Ohhhh," she wailed, gyrating her ass, aware of its probable impact on me. She jerked her hips, overwhelmed by the gathering heat. My finger stayed rooted in her cunt-pushing, pressing, turning her on.
"Ohhhh!" she shrilled, whipping her head back so that her dark mane swung from one shoulder to the other. "Ohhhhh! Work my clit! Make me cum!"
I propelled my digit at her command. She strained the tendons in her body to meet my provoking finger.
"Yes! Don't stop! Ohhhhhhhhhh!"
I diddled her faster, gasping loudly as she gobbled it up. It felt as though I stuck it in an oily receptacle. Her pussy was soppy wet.
Nina's thighs shook violently. Wave after spiraling wave swept over her flesh, forwarding her near orgasm. Unintelligible phrases spewed from her lips. She lost contact with reality. Her pleasure thrived with a snap of her hips.
Gladly, I jiggled her clit. Loud lubricated sounds echoed from her between her silken thighs. My nipples stiffened perceptively, knowing of her intense excitement.
"Go ahead, baby, cum. Pretend a big dick is inside you, fucking you." I told her. My finger moved faster, driving her to the edge.
"Oh, my God!" she shrilled, twittering fiercely. "Ohhhhh! Ohhhhhh! Uhh! Uhhhhhh!" She crumpled from the power of orgasm, clutching at her pussy as spasms claimed her. She swallowed huge gulps of air, fighting to regain her composure.
I muffled a groan as her saturated pussy rocked against my pointed finger.
Nina was ready to return the compliment. The imagine strokes I lavished upon her stimulated her appetite, as did the individual slurps and smacks. She was magnetically drawn between my legs, yearning to duplicate that feverish activity.
She knelt beside me, smoothing her palm over the perfect arch of my naked back. Her dark hair fell over rounded, undraped shoulders.
"I want to suck your pussy, sugar," she whispered softly to me. "Suck it good and proper."
She brushed my bare back with her nipples, compelling me to obey. The tiny electric shocks that followed made me move quicker. I broadened the space between my legs. I was still throbbing from the last eating, yet Nina's moaning made me extremely horny.
Nina tenderly dabbed at my cunt flesh, encountering more of my woman taste. She detected my lingering shiver as she explored, then indulgently took one slurp at my clit. She heard my gasp, then intensified it with saliva. Before her drool seeped from my clasped lips, she skillfully captured it. With a clever sail of her tongue, the ooze was replaced inside her mouth and against my clit.
Nina sucked on my love button, trickling oral fluid as she went. She managed to tickle it despite the shaking that racked my body.
"Oh, Jesus," I groaned, thrusting my pussy at her. "Yes, take it, suck my clit, yes!"
Nina's tongue veered upward, meeting the heavy flow from my soaked cunt lips.
"Uhhhh," I sighed, opening my thighs to let her freely slobber. "Feels good, honey. Take more." I used my hand to rock Nina steadily to me, encouraging her.
With her tongue planted in my snatch, Nina elatedly hummed. She liked seeing me writhe in agitation. Letting me smear her lips with my cunt juice, she centered her vivid suck. The delicate flesh was moistened by her vibrant beat. My tremors were in strong evidence. She mouthed me with great severity, increasing my vocal responses, periodically flicking her tongue to puncture my ragged breathing.
"Yes, don't stop," I droned.
Slowly, she went to my clit and reattached herself. There, my pulsations were powerful. She mouthed me roughly, almost to the point of cumming.
Nina gorged herself. She sampled my sweet drippage as it streamed down my thigh, then released my clit to cast her tongue at the corner of my moist cunt lips.
My pussy melted at the thought of receiving more of Nina's tongue, lapping furiously at my clit. I wanted to cum at the expertise of a woman.
"Yes!" I cried hoarsely, spasming. "Yes, ohhhhhhh!"
I began to fondle Nina, running my hands over her tits. The art of massage was a skill at which I was quite adept. I seized her nudity with calming strokes, kneading her muscles. Under my stimulating touch, I perceived Nina's surrender.
"All that sucking has got us going, hasn't it?" I murmured in her ear. I flicked my tongue at her ear lobe and heard an agonized sigh. I tickled her lightly with my tongue, rotating my palms over the solid nuggets on her tits. Incited moans floated from the furthest recesses of Nina's throat.
"You need my tongue again," I told Nina, then guided her onto her back. Weakly, Nina nodded.
My mouth went temporarily dry at the sight of her dense pubic thatch. I'd never seen cunt hair so luscious-or damp!
Nina's legs fell apart, revealing her delectable pink flesh. Sex juice ooze from her musky crevice.
"I want to lick you," I said, lowering my head. I spread Nina's pussy lips, then aimed for her clit.
Nina buckled as she received my scalding saliva. "Ohhh! Ooooohhhh!" She clawed through her dark hair, tilting her head and gasping as though her air supply were endangered. My second and third lashes sent her spinning. Though she thrashed heatedly, gravity consistently brought her aroused love button to the tip of my thirsty tongue.
Nina was totally into my giving her head. "That's it, suck me," she cried. "Suck my cunt. Mouth me! Lick it up! Make me cum! Yes, sugar, yes."
I rubbed my groin against Nina's body while pressing my tongue to that hard flesh dot. Nina was sodden, flowing with juice. I relished its tangy spice, comparing it to a man's cum. I still enjoyed gulping jizz, but seducing someone was the ultimate rush.
With a sigh, I buried myself in the silken core of Nina's groin, partaking of her savory snatch. I lapped generously of the sluiced flesh, stimulating its abundant flow.
"Ohhhhhhhh!" Nina panted. "Eat me! Suck my pussy!" The order tore from her lips urgently.
Securing her ass cheeks in my grasp, I dipped into her hot cunthole with my limber, probing tongue. I could feel Nina's every twitch and spasm through my sucking lips latching onto her love mound. Slurping and licking, nibbling passionately at her clit, I delved into the split of her pink pussy lips.
"Jesus, that tongue," Nina choked. "That tongue!"
I licked her all the harder at the roaring sound of her pleasure-rich mews. Nina ground her hips forward, smearing her pelvis onto my mouth and chin. Spurred by her erotic delirium, I gladly wiped my cheeks into the source of her squish. Suckling her dripping cunt ooze, I basked in Nina's drenching joy. I saw Nina's furred mound rise and fall as I darted at her throbbing clit. Some dark curled hairs, carrying her cunt taste, entered my mouth. I wrung their flavor with my tongue, then resumed tormenting her love button. I had developed an unquenchable thirst for this woman treat.
"Go deeper!" Nina begged. "Stick your tip in there, ohhhhh! Yes! That's it! Lick up that juice! Mmmmmm! Drink me, sugar. Drink it up!"
Nina's buttocks slammed to the cot as she breathlessly submitted to my hot, lustful oral caress. She let out a cry of delirious joy as I attached my sucking mouth to her cunt. Each quavering slurp curved her naked body as she effortlessly fought to meet my superb tongue at its most productive angle. Nina clenched her fists and moaned as she felt and heard the loud smack of my lips.
"Oh, my God, ohhhhhhhhh!" she huffed, wiggling tits and ass as woman-nectar flowed into my mouth. I jammed her pussy into my face with a sharp expulsion of air. "Suck it. Yeah, suck it, sugar!"
"Mmmmmm," I sighed, "you have a delicious cunt. I can't get enough."
Nina's insatiable urge was balanced by my longing to maintain sizzling contact. My snaking tongue slashed into her juicy cunt, prying apart her snatch lips. I had my nose and mouth trapped deep in her fluttering, steamy flesh. As my tongue rolled lazily over her swollen love bud, Nina shook violently.
"I'm cumming!" she screamed. "Ohhhhhhh!"
Claudia roused from her stupor. It was good to see I had only temporarily put her out of commission. She watched Nina come to a gasping halt, then fall away from my mouth. I licked her tangy remnants from her sex-puffy lips, then rolled onto my back.
"We've got to find a way to get out of here," she said.
I nodded. "If I know the boys, they're out hunting for us. They would do everything in their power to rescue us. Joe told me of the slick systems they use for tracking down missing people."
She sighed. "I hope they work. I sure don't want to end up dead."
Neither did I, though I found it difficult to accept that Woody and Kevin would proceed with such an insane instruction. Hoods, they might be, but murderers-I didn't think so.
Footsteps sounded in the distant. For some reason, I didn't place them as belonging to Woody, nor Kevin. No, they had a quick, shuffling quality, as though.. .someone were bolting from shadow to shadow.
My eyes grew huge. The others caught on equally swift. We all scampered to the door, our hearts hammering wildly.
"Melissa? Claudia? Nina?"
I let out a whoop of joy. "Dennis! My God! You found us!"
He pounded on the door. "Are you in there?"
"Yes! We're all here! Who else is with you?"
"Just Pete. We're trying to reach the others by radio."
The deadbolt was pulled back, and the door swung open to reveal them. Christ, they were a sight for sore eyes, dressed in police uniform. I threw myself at Dennis, planting a big kiss on his mouth, then was pushed aside by Claudia who flung herself into his arms. I gave Pete a similar smooch.
"We're safe," Nina sobbed, shaking as Dennis folded his arms around her.
"It's okay," Pete said, patting Nina on the back after tears spilled down her face. "We'll have you out of here in no time."
"How in the world did you find us?" I asked.
"Dennis received a tip off," Pete alluded. "We were-"
"We've got to move fast," Dennis interrupted, urgency dominating his tone. He appeared to be the one in charge. "Pete's radio malfunctioned and I don't have mine. We'll call for reinforcements when we get to the squad car."
"I don't think that will be your course of action," a strange voice said from the top of the stairs. Having unburdened himself of those words, he began making his descent.
I wasn't the least afraid. It was only one person, while we had our men. Courage filled me like never before. The man's voice did have a familiar ring, however.
"Put the girls back in the room," the man ordered in a deadly monotone, emerging from the shadows.
I recognized him the instant he passed under an overhead bulb. "MacCallister!"
CHAPTER SEVEN
"Put them back in the room," MacCallister calmly repeated, as though he were addressing children rather than policemen.
MacCallister was an attractive man: approximately six foot-six, dark hair slicked back. The sunglasses he wore seemed unnecessary because of the dim lighting, but I'm sure they were merely for effect. The shirt he wore was half-unbuttoned, revealing a very furry chest. Thick tufts of dark hair captured my attention. Even his arms were rough with hair, as shown by the rolled up sleeves.
I had always thought MacCallister a lady killer. He had come to some of the social gatherings policemen frequented. Now that I knew he and his partner, Murphy, were into heavy bribes, I lost complete respect. A man of his stature permitting his values to be negotiated earned my scorn.
Pete reached for the gun in his holster and leveled it at MacCallister. "You've got balls, pal.
Bribes are one thing, but kidnapping is a more serious charge."
"Put it away," Dennis muttered.
Pete gave him a puzzled look. "Why? The guy hijacks our girls and keeps them in this place-"
"I said: put it away." Dennis tersely enunciated each word.
I was as much in the dark as Pete. Why Dennis wouldn't attempt to overtake the-likes of MacCallister after what we'd been put through mystified us. I understood that in terms of rank, MacCallister claimed a much higher office, but that shouldn't have been reason to take a step backward.
MacCallister smiled. "A wise decision on your part, Dennis. I suggest you disarm him as well."
"What the fuck is going on here?" Pete angrily demanded. He alternated from Dennis to MacCallister, stymied. "Who's side are you on?"
"Shut up," Dennis growled at him. "Leave this to me."
"I won't surrender my weapon," Pete declared. "No way. You're going to have to rip it out of my hand after I put a bullet in that mother-fucker."
Dennis whipped his gun out and smacked the side of Pete's head before he realized what happened. We girls gasped as we saw Pete's look of anguish just before he crumpled to the ground.
"Pete!" Nina screamed, hurling herself over him. His inert form did not stir beneath her frantic taps. "What's gotten into you, Dennis? Jesus Christ!"
"Yes," Claudia said, distrusting her own eyes. "Have you gone insane?"
Dennis accepted our criticism badly. He sullenly turned to MacCallister. "I never realized what I was getting myself into. You forced me to turn against my own friends."
'The money we paid you seemed to soothe the pain," MacCallister said with an amused look. "Didn't we erase those gambling debts of yours, Dennis? All those creditors were after your ass. We took care of them. The extra money helped."
"You accepted bribes, too?" I whispered.
Dennis nodded in shame.
"You helped them," I went on, unable to contain my disgust. "You informed them of where we would be so they could abduct us."
"It wasn't as though I wanted to take part in it," he said, miserably. "They had me backed in a corner. With all this bribery stuff out in the open, they could have buried me, too."
Claudia, witnessing his confession, could not hide her repulsion. "You put us through this? You bastard!"
Nina huddled over Pete, trying desperately to bring him back to consciousness. "Sugar? Are you okay? Talk to me, honey. Please."
"Is he breathing?" I asked.
She looked up at me with tear-stained eyes.
"Yes. I think he's just out cold." She hurled daggers at Dennis, venting her spleen. "You traitor!"
"Let's put these girls away and have ourselves a drink, Dennis," MacCallister suggested. "The trial should concluded tomorrow. Your testimony should reverse any previously damaging evidence, and we can conclude this whole ugly affair."
I shook my head. "Is it that simple? Wipe your hands clean of dirty business?" I could not rid myself of my repugnance for him, and all the others who conducted this conspiracy. The magnitude of his deception hit me like a brick. "Will we truly be allowed to go our separate ways? You won't worry about us divulging anything destructive of yourselves?"
"Let it go, Melissa," Dennis sighed. "I extracted their promise you would all be released at the completion of the trial."
MacCallister chuckled. "Who made such a agreement? Surely not I."
Dennis' features darkened. "I was told-"
He shook his head. "Do you think us fools? The girl is right. We can't risk exposure. All of them will have to die."
"No." Dennis, unhinged, went hurtling at him. Before he reached his target, Kevin and Woody materialized from a side door and subdued him. "Nobody was supposed to get hurt."
"I suppose I classify 'hurt' and 'kill' into two specific categories." He guffawed, pleased with himself. "You're an idiot, Dennis. Getting mixed up with us was perhaps the biggest mistake of your life."
"They'll find you," Dennis growled. "The others know we came here."
"A fatal error. They'll all wind up dead."
Dennis was dragged away to another cell, fighting his captors every step of the way. I could not summon an ounce of sympathy for him.
God. To think I once had the hots big time for him. Now, I would never let him touch me. I recalled his jumpiness at the baseball game. We had thought it was because of the trial. Dennis was obviously torn about proceeding with our abduction.
Claudia was visibly shaken as well. The central man in her life had betrayed us. He was on the same bribery system as MacCallister and Murphy. She shook her head, stunned by that realization. "I never knew. He didn't tell me," she whispered.
I patted her on the back. "None of us were aware of it, honey. He kept it secret."
"He certainly did," MacCallister said. "Which is why Murphy will be released. Insubstantial evidence. The lack of tangible proof. None of you will be alive to challenge that verdict."
"I believe, then, that this will be our last night," I said in a husky voice. I pasted invitation over my disgruntled tone.
Claudia caught on, too. "Won't we be granted one last request?"
MacCallister grinned, permitting himself to get roped into our plan. His assurance that we could not possibly escape provided for that solicitation. "Why don't we step into the next room-away from this gloominess-into a more conducive atmosphere?"
Nina didn't move a fraction from Pete. She continued in her efforts to nurse him back to reality.
"Fine," I slurred, moving seductively toward him. Claudia followed, careful not to let her resentment surface.
Down the hall, off to the side, much more comfortable quarters dwelled. I couldn't believe the difference. A large, circular bed with mirrors in a well-lit room lay before us.
"Too bad we weren't kept in here," I said.
He indicated the bed. "Why don't you girls give me a little show first? Excite me."
Claudia launched into action. Her fingers were whisper soft. Those tits brushed me and created sparks of passion. I could feel my pussy tense and moisten. "Mmmmmmmmm," she said, "that's no problem."
The hint in her voice left nothing to suggestion. Gladly, I followed the movement of those seductive hips. My eyes trailed the pendulous swing of her dark hair, then lowered to her tantalizing legs.
She turned to me, venting me a hot stare. She made no attempt to disguise her hunger. Her tongue entered my mouth with unexpected force, then swirled about until mine retaliated. Our tits were pressed together, nipples touching. I squirmed against her quivering form, enjoying those lush female curves. Mmmmmmmmm. I almost forgot MacCallister was there, studying us. When Claudia and I were together, it was as though nobody else existed.
For this event, we had to stall MacCallister. Buying time was of vital importance. If giving him a performance predicated upon that condition, then we went for it.
Her tiny pinch to my nipples made me gasp. She stirred the pink nub into a stiff peak. I shivered as it expanded, then moaned as she covered it with her mouth. She sucked on my tit so delicately. The persistence and urgency of her lips got me sopping wet.
"Ohhhhhhhhhh," I whimpered, trembling from the intensity she exerted. My head tilted back as I attempted to absorb the sensations that hummed through my aroused flesh. I seized her head and held it in position. I didn't want her to stop slobbering my rock-hard nipple-not even for a moment. The slurps she took were exquisite, satisfying.
Her fingers continued to roam all over me. She dug them into my ass and pulled me as close to her as possible. She appeared to take enjoyment in my body and what it had to offer. I sighed with contentment as her sucks became furious, demanding. When one of her hands cupped my mound and rubbed, my eyeballs rolled up in their sockets. I shuddered with joy. Just having those rotating tips near my clit offered some relief and sent my appetite spiraling.
She sensed my increasing dizziness and steered me to the circular bed. I couldn't resist. The pleasure of her mouth was inescapable. I vibrated against those fiercely sucking lips. I knew what I wanted her to do with them. I only hoped I wouldn't endanger her air supply.
"I see you girls are acquainted with this form of entertainment," MacCallister remarked. "Go ahead. I'm enjoying myself immensely."
I tumbled back onto the bed and spread my legs. Claudia massaged my damp thatch, inhaling my womanly fragrance. Her sob of approval made me shake. I caught my breath as my panties were dragged down my smooth thighs. She couldn't spend another second getting them off-her face plunged to my pussy. I felt her sharp exhalations against my flesh, following the whip of her dark hair as it settled on my stomach and inner thighs. The last thing I experienced was the firm, moist tip of her tongue on my juicy cunt flesh. Then, paradise!
"Oh, yes, suck me," I moaned, thrusting my snatch at her eager mouth. I wrapped my legs around her bobbing head, clinging to her with all my might. I hugged the sides of her face with my thighs. "Taste me, yes, ohhhhhhhhhh, lick my pussy, use your tongue, lash my hot clit. Do me, yes, ohhhhhhhhhhh."
Claudia was quite knowledgeable as to dispensing oral delight. Her strokes were soft, indulgent and gratifying. I couldn't get enough. I wanted her to suck me nonstop, cleaning me of my abundant juices. More and more streamed from my horny snatch, only to be scooped by that frisky tip. She delved into me, gleaning me of flavor. Ohhhhhhhhh!' I thought I was going to go off, yet I sustained control.
"Very nice," MacCallister murmured in the background. "Very nice indeed."
I writhed on the bed, accepting her fluttering lust. My head pressed into the pillow as the waves of joy overwhelmed me. My vision blurred, my speech garbled at the application of hot saliva.
"Ohhhhhhhhh," I panted, wanting more of this luscious treatment. Claudia seemed only too willing to serve me. The expression on her face reflected a voracious appetite. She appeared to be getting off on my fiery reaction. Her head bobbed between my legs. Each descent brought further bliss, and a heightened loss of control. I took her head in my hands and pushed down on it, then lifted my pussy up to her mouth. She let out her tip and engaged my clit with frantic strokes. "Ohhhhhhhh." I continued to hold her until the last of her slurps robbed me of my strength.
I came quickly, my brain unable to process another impulse. I clenched my teeth and slammed my ass to the bed with shuddering force. Claudia wouldn't hesitate for a second, raging with thirst. I scooped up my tits and squeezed them as the spasms took possession. I dug my heels into her back, grinding them as the fire she created stormed through my flesh.
"Ohhhhhhhh," I murmured, sweat pouring from my brow. "Oh, God. Eat it. Eat it, baby."
"Mmmmmmmm," she sighed, absorbing the nectar that ran from my pussy.
I had to have some of that pussy. I had just helped myself to some earlier, yet again hankered for its flavor. I also wanted to feel her cum against my vibrating tongue.
I maneuvered myself around her wriggling body until my face was between her legs. I could smell the excitement in her pussy. She, too, wanted to be licked. That suited me fine, as I had developed a fierce hunger.
I sucked on her pussy that instant. Her pink cunt lips beckoned to me. I opened them with my tongue, snaking the tip between that slippery division. Mmmmmmmm. The honey oozed right to my lips, seeping from that sweet hole. I covered it with my mouth and sucked.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh," I heard her gasp with satisfaction. She jerked in my grasp, responding to the heat of my craving. I held her fast and dove even further into her sopping crevice. I licked and sucked, causing those slim hips to undulate. "Yes, more, oh, please, more."
I was only too happy to provide Claudia the same favor she bestowed me. I was intent on making her happy with my mouth, tongue and combined expertise.
I dipped my tongue into that yummy snatch. Her cunt dew melted my taste buds. Claudia's breathing became ragged as I ate her pussy. I couldn't control myself. Tenderness was noticeably exempt from my technique. Un-like her calm nibbling, I was wild. I made her thrash and sweat with my furious lashing. I fucked her relentlessly with my tongue. Her cunt became all the more juicy from my authoritative probing. I sucked her until her nerves were frayed. Claudia wept, appearing shattered.
"Ohhhhhhh, oh, yes!" she cried, unable to eat my pussy as she had moments before. "Oh, baby, suck me, baby, keep that tongue going."
Her sleek thighs surrounded my face. I saw them tremble as I used my tip to great effect. She was hoarse and burning with fever as I worked that clit, vibrating it to perfection. Because I enjoy giving head, I took immense pleasure in seeing her physical rebuttal.
"You like that, huh?" I murmured in between slurps. My lips were coated with her juices. I attached them without preliminary and sucked hard on her pink flesh. After several uninterrupted seconds, I lifted my mouth. Claudia was quivering without restraint.
"Don't stop," she begged. "Please, more."
"Suck her," MacCallister commanded. "Suck her pussy. Give it to her."
To lend encouragement, Claudia covered my pussy with her lips. Her tongue was inserted in my warm crevice, attempting to match the fury I generated. She was far too submissive to duplicate my efforts. I showed her some incredible tricks that stole her breath.
"Mmmmmmmmm," I moaned, curling around the drenched lips and veering toward her clit. She tried pushing my mouth over it, but I resisted her. I teased her for several delightful seconds by licking her pink flesh and dabbing the juice-filled hole. Her agonized protests made no difference to me. I wanted to drive her out of her mind. "Let me suck the honey between your legs."
"More, please," she sobbed. To change my mind-or perhaps force me-she bore down on my face. Her cunt was pushed over my mouth and secured.
I swallowed what I had licked. Mmmmmmm. Claudia had tang. I massaged her ass, pulling her tightly to my face. She yielded to my urgent strength. I had a thirst that required total satisfaction.
"Suck my clit, please, oh, please, baby."
"Do her," MacCallister said, his voice filled with desire. "Go for it, baby. Take that hot tongue. Let it reach into your sweet pussy."
Claudia's fingers dug into my head. I decided to grant her relief. My tongue slithered over her clit in one continuous stream.
"Oh, God, ohhhhhhhhh." Her head tilted back, her chin high and her voice trailing off like a sigh. The pressure of her finger lessened. Her ass wiggled in my clutches. "Yes, suck it, suck my pussy."
I gave her exactly what she wanted. There was no point in denying her happiness.
We rocked atop the bed, finding pleasure at every spin of the tongue, every sweep of the fingertips. I enjoyed fucking her with my tongue. It gratified me to furnish her joy. It also aroused me to be observed by MacCallister. I guess I like being watched, regardless of who it is.
In MacCallister's case, there was a distinct purpose to being flashy.
After a few more sucks, Claudia came against my face. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh, I'm cumming, cumming." Her spasms lasted for quite a while. She didn't miss a beat, however, and went on tasting my pussy with her expert tip.
The room echoed with our slurps and the sound of juicy cunt. We were both hoarse with satisfaction. I originally intended to suck her pussy only until she came, but I found my appetite for cunt overwhelming. I went on giving her head, listening to her lustful pleas, and moaning as that wonderful tongue of hers tickled my clit.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh."
"I think it's time you girls had some company," MacCallister stated. "Oh, yeah, I think I'll have some from each of you."
I turned to see the bulge in his pants. His swollen thing strained for our lustful attention. Despite my distaste for the man, I was quite impressed with the outline of his big cock.
Claudia seemed far too stimulated to respond verbally. Her utterances were restricted to soft gasps and slurps. My mouth was stuffed with pussy as her palm came crushing down over my head. Those hot, tangy juices intoxicated me. I had no choice but to swallow what was being forced into my mouth. Mmmmmmmm.
I didn't have an inkling how all this would work until I saw him unzip his pants. The long, swollen cock extended from his body like a third leg. Lust welled up inside me. I wanted to get my mouth around that enlarged knob and suck. He took his shaft into his fist and pumped it back and forth. His large thumb pressing against the bulbous crown made it look hungrier for pussy.
Claudia was oblivious to his scheme. She was preoccupied with the licks she dispensed to my clit. I received her saliva-rich tip with mind-bending satisfaction. Ohhhhhhhhhhh. I could barely keep my focus on our horny guest as she worked my snatch. The titillation she afforded me was totally reciprocal. I attached my lips with a frenzy, sucking hard on that delectable snatch. The nectar that spurted from her loins made me thirsty for more. I gobbled that cunt flesh without discipline.
"Ohhhhhhhh," she moaned as I went down on her.
"Mmmmmmmm," I growled into her wet pussy, giving it some provoking jabs with my tongue. I cleaned the pink surface with indulgent flicks. Her moisture was sweet, invigorating, plentiful.
MacCallister stroked himself slowly while viewing our animate display. His breathing seemed pinched as he studied my oral technique. I'm sure he thought about having my limber tongue dancing around his stiff cock. I know I did.
After a few more seconds of watching me lick Claudia, he separated us. He released that throbbing dick and dragged her butt toward him. His fingers were long, spanning more than the length of each cheek. My heart pounded as I saw that big thing move to her moist opening. His cockhead split those hot, clinging lips apart, then drove full-length into its steamy confines. I smacked my lips of her remnant juices as he put all of it into her.
"Ohhhhhhhhhh," Claudia wailed, absorbing that huge cock. I could feel the sweet agony she endured of having all that crammed into her pussy. "Oh, baby, ohhhhhhhhh, oh, God," she whimpered, lifting her mouth from my cunt. I could feel her muscles tense as he impaled her.
He sank into that hot fissure again and again, taking relish at her moaning response.
My head craned backward so I could see that pulsating shaft sawing into her sluiced cunthole. Back and forth it went, plunging into that slippery crevice. His balls looked tight in their sac as he swung in both directions, making Claudia cry out. I'm sure having that thing in her pussy dominated her senses. She couldn't begin to concentrate on giving me pleasure and having it fuck her.
"You got Claudia nice and wet," he told me, shoving himself into her snatch. "Oh, yeah, she's pretty excited after licking your pussy." He groaned aloud, enjoying the fit. His dick made noisy smacking sounds as it emerged from, then returned to, her hot lips. "You got her all worked up. Now I'm going to finish the job. Oh, yeah. Teasing each other is one thing, but this part is man's work. Ahhhhhhhhhh."
Claudia was unable to reply. His heavy, luxuriant strokes deprived her of speech. Only her drawn out syllables were comprehensible.
MacCallister seized her ass cheeks and held her submissively to his solid cock. He made sure she took all he gave her. He ground himself to her plush buttocks, embedding that massive thing between her legs. I trembled, seeing the insides of his hair-rough thighs and his equipment smash against Claudia's soft flesh.
"Ohhhhhhhh," she moaned, absorbing the impact.
Claudia must have regained her wits, for seconds later, she started licking my pussy again. I couldn't observe the action with a clear mind-my thoughts were polluted with warm, flashing images once her tongue wiggled at my clit. I shivered at the knowledge of tingling saliva being applied to my cunt. Her drool spread like liquid fire. My nails sank into her flesh as I attempted to reconcile the quick change of temperature.
"Jesus," I clenched my teeth, hissing. Claudia was giving me incredible head. I nearly swooned-but didn't. Instead, I recovered enough presence of mind to return the favor in kind. I couldn't lick her as efficiently as I had before. MacCallister's dick blocked the way. I had to slurp around that shaft as it fucked Claudia. Neither seemed to object to my furtive laps-not even when they intensified. If anything, they accentuated the moment.
"Oh, yeah, lick us, baby, suck on me while I fuck Claudia. Let me feel that hot tongue wiggling against my cock. Ahhhhhhhh, make me wet. Isn't Claudia juicier with my cock inside her? She's even more excited, dripping with pleasure. Taste it-it's so good. Swallow it. Gulp every drop of her love sauce."
MacCallister was getting me hot with his bold talk. The man obviously knew I liked it, too, from the manner in which he carried on. He enjoyed our drenched agony and did everything in his power to compound it.
He pounded himself to Claudia, making her feel the brunt of his arousal. His flesh slapped to hers, perpetuating the smell of excited cunt. Claudia's enjoyment seemed to stem from MacCallister's gratification. The more boisterous his grunts, the higher plane she ascended-given her graduating cries.
"Fuck me," Claudia blurted, tearing her face from my cunt. "Fuck me hard, yes, faster, make me cum, stud, please."
If her squirming and sobbing were any indication, that was inevitable. MacCallister didn't appear to amplify the energy he spent on pleasing Claudia. He continued to stroke her pussy in the same brusque manner he effected. There was no change in speed or turbulence, merely the identical hammering of his cock.
Claudia worked herself into a frenzy. I felt her hot, steamy breath over my pussy just before she lowered her mouth to it. She engaged my clit with her tongue, lashing it until I was gulping down her juices. Her slurps left me shaken, but satisfied. I urged her forward with a lunge of my hips. Her face was trapped between my legs. I was unwilling to release her until I came.
"Suck her," MacCallister commanded Claudia. "Suck her pussy, eat her cunt. That's it, baby, make your friend cum. Use your tongue to make her cum. Yeah, keep going, don't stop, even if she begs. Gulp down that honey that's oozing from her snatch."
Once again, MacCallister's sex talk electrified me. I wanted to get my mouth on him and hear his groan of approval. I wanted to suck his cock until his squirts of hot cum filled my cheeks.
I was close to achieving that goal. His dick might have been crammed into Claudia's pussy, but it was mere inches from my lips. I let out my tongue and slurped his pulsing stem. I could feel the throb of lust as he pushed that thing into Claudia.
"Oh, yeah, you're hungry, too. Hungry for a real man. Maybe I ought to fuck your face, baby-give you some meat."
I panted at the thought. He read my expression and very slowly removed himself from Claudia's wet pussy. His cock dripped with her tangy juices. My tongue slithered over his underside, capturing some of the flavor. Mmmmmm. I wanted to lick all of Claudia from him. MacCallister, however, wanted me to suck it off.
He lifted Claudia away from my face so he had room to manipulate my mouth. Claudia whimpered in frustration at not having MacCallister fuck her. She immersed herself in eating me, attacking my clit with a vengeance.
"Jesus," I moaned, shutting my eyes as Claudia ignited a strong charge in my pussy. I twisted myself beneath her writhing flesh, silently pleading with her to let the actions of her tongue repeat. I was ecstatic to receive such lavish treatment.
MacCallister set his cockhead on my forehead and rubbed. Claudia's moisture still clung to his dick, mixing with my sweat. The heat from his cock was more than I could stand. He began to travel across my face, sliding over my nose, until the tip of his shaft rested on my lips. I opened them, urging him to fill my mouth with cock.
"You want to eat that thing, don't you?" he asked. "Kevin and Woody weren't enough. Okay, baby, show me how good you suck." With that, he lifted himself on his haunches so he could direct his cock through my parted lips. "Let's see how much you can take, see if you can handle it."
I was prepared. I loved sucking big cocks. Size, if anything, got me all the more horny. I opened wide to permit him full entrance. He pushed that dick into my face, bearing down. I listened to air get trapped in his chest, felt his fingertips, which were fastened to my shoulders, shake. More and more of him was consumed. I made him wet with my spit as each inch was fed to me. The scent of Claudia's pussy still remained on him. It was sweet, inflaming my taste buds. I wanted to get back to licking her after I was through with him. Her zesty flavor would complement MacCallister's creamy explosion.
"Christ," MacCallister gasped as my lips claimed him. "Oh, Jesus, oh, baby, I can see you're familiar with cock. You know what to do with your mouth and tongue. Ahhhhhhhhhh, take more, swallow me-suck me, yeah, eat my dick. Ahhhhhhhhh, it feels better to have cock in your mouth than pussy. Uses the space more effectively. Oh, yeah, that's probably the biggest mouthful you've ever had, baby. Go easy, suck it down slowly. Don't take more than you can handle."
That cock occupied all the room I had in my mouth. It slid down my throat smoothly, without incident. I was ready to take it all, suck him until he was woozy. I knew how to handle a man like MacCallister. He might enjoy using that hot talk, but he had to back it with performance. In that regard, I had phenomenal staying power.
I sucked on as much of him that had not been introduced to my throat. My lips were wrapped about that throbbing shaft while my tongue flicked its veins. I could literally feel his intake of breath as I clenched him. His tremors were vivid as I coated his swollen length with shivering saliva.
My efforts were nearly subverted by the prolong sucks Claudia took between my legs. It was difficult focusing on MacCallister while getting my pussy eaten by such an expert. Claudia demonstrated command of the oral arts to a far greater degree than I originally gave her credit. The use of her tongue and lips exceeded my expectations. She spread my cunt lips with her fingers, then proceeded to subject my clit to some serious licking. Each time her tip curled around my love button, it hit almost every erogenous zone I had. Several times, my vision blurred as she lapped me clean. Ohhhhhhhhh. I didn't want her to stop, yet I wanted to finish MacCallister off with my mouth. Warm, swirling bursts of pleasure radiated throughout my snatch. I nearly doubled over from receipt of such lavish attention. Ohhhhhhhhhhh!
"God," I murmured against MacCallister's cock. I couldn't utter another word beyond that-my mouth was full. I did see, however, that MacCallister's chin was up and he was sweating profusely. My sucking on him was rapidly reaching conclusion. His fists were balled up and shaking. His chest rose and fell with intensity.
"Oh, baby, suck, suck me, yeah," he panted, pumping his dick through my sealing lips. His hips rocked faster, back and forth, gaining momentum. "Oh, Jesus, oh, baby, you're going to make me cum. I'm going to cum in your mouth."
Hearing him on the verge of convulsion, I made the mental separation of the enjoyment Claudia gave me and the satisfaction I attempted to give him. I concentrated on MacCallister-wanting him to cum hard. My lips and tongue worked in tandem to milk him of that white goo. I kept sucking until I felt that splash of warm jizz and those subsequent squirts jetting from his cumhole. All of it would be swallowed before I liberated him from my suctioning orifice.
Naturally, Claudia wasn't going to make it simple. She slurped loudly between my legs, treating my pussy to some first-rate head. She plunged her tongue into my crevice and reamed my cunthole for several moments until I was nearly out of air. It took all my will just to continue. I was ready to cum, but hoped
MacCallister's orgasm would occur first.
As it happened, MacCallister erupted before Claudia served me some debilitating contractions. I managed to adequately lift my head so I was at a more desirable angle to manipulate his cock. I grasped him with my lips and vibrated my tongue to an uncontrollable point. I sucked hard on him-harder than was probably necessary-urging him to cum. I employed all the suction at my disposal to make this an eventful release.
His hands shot to the sides of my head and seized me with urgency. I heard his deep cry unearth from the pit of his throat and emerge in a gruff voice. "Oh, shit, oh, baby, swallow, swallow it, yeah, swallow it."
The cum just exploded in my mouth. I wasn't prepared for the amount he emptied into my cheeks. God, there was so much to gulp down. My throat muscles functioned automatically, working the heavy squirts. His entire body shook as he discharged his hot goo.
"Arrgghhhh," he growled, cumming. "Ugggh! Uggghhh! Uggghhhhh!"
I almost had downed all of it when Claudia's experienced licks took me by storm. A fever subdued me with an exacting force. I was instantly disabled from completing MacCallister's suck. I couldn't believe she could make me cum harder than before, but she did. Perhaps it was the excitement of having a man cum in my mouth while I was getting eaten-or the spontaneity of the situation. In any event, it was mind-twisting. I writhed and shuddered, feeling that tongue slither over and over my throbbing clit. Jolts of electricity crackled through my thoroughly aroused body. The strength of my spasms disarmed me. My lips widened to disengage the hold I retained on MacCallister's cock. It popped out, spurting more of its liquid fury. Hot cum splattered my face. My ability to swallow was crippled. I started gagging on MacCallister's cum. The cum I had inside my mouth ran out, dribbling over my lips and down my chin.
"Ohhhhhhhh," I murmured, trembling.
Claudia wasn't going to let MacCallister's precious jism go to waste. She reversed position and was kissing me and lapping off the cum from my face.
MacCallister made sure he smeared my forehead, my eyebrows, my cheeks and my nose with jism. He rubbed me with his semi-hard cock, grunting as his creamy excess glazed my features.
"Yeah," he gasped, shooting the last of it on me. "Yeah, baby, you wanted my jizz so badly, now you're wearing it. A nice, hot facial. Oh, yeah."
I certainly couldn't dispute that. The only redeeming fact was that Claudia gladly helped clean the mess he created. Her tongue danced over me, attending to the globs of white stuff.
MacCallister pulled back, groaning, then rested on his knees. He looked liked he was trying to catch his breath while enjoying the aftermath. We girls had certainly furnished him sizzling sport. His eyes were glazed over while the perspiration just streamed from his handsome face and hairy chest. He seemed content to then stare at us as Claudia and I shared an intimate moment of kissing and licking.
"Mmmmmmmm," Claudia purred, provoking my tongue to play with hers.
MacCallister's cum was passed between us. We fought over the remnants with mischievous looks, almost giggling. Claudia didn't seem the least petulant over my receiving the bulk of his eruption.
"Freeze!" Joe yelled, aiming his gun at MacCallister. He swooped through the doorway, prepared to fire.
MacCallister's euphoria halted. "What the fuck are you doing here?"
Steve followed suit, with a group of policemen in tow. "You're out of business, MacCallister. We've got you surrounded. Your men are already cuffed and on their way to headquarters."
I sighed. "Thank God."
I ran over to Joe, happy to see him. He took off his jacket and wrapped me inside it. "Don't want you to catch cold."
"That's the least of my problems." I bit my bottom lip. "I hope you realize we were trying to distract him."
Joe nodded. "Under the circumstances, I think you and Claudia did your civic duty."
"Is Pete going to be okay?"
"Yeah. Nina roused him and they got his radio working. He navigated us all the way here."
"I was praying for that."
In the distance, I saw Dennis being lead out the door by two other policemen. Claudia looked choked up, as though wishing our story had a different ending.
"What's going to happen to him?" I wondered aloud.
"The same thing that Murphy's going through. It's a shame. He should have known better."
"I can't tell you how good it will be to get back to civilization as we know it," I said. "Being abducted sure makes one feel grimy."
"If you can wait until we process the paperwork on everybody, I'll be glad to scrub your back," Joe muttered, nibbling on my ear.
"Deal." I giggled, then fell into his arms, realizing I was deliriously happy to be a Police Babe.
