We got pretty drunk that day. The independent producer who had been shooting a series of horror quickies closed the operation overnight and we lost our jobs, me and an Irish actor named Pat O'Mara. So we drank up all the money we had with us, then walked aimlessly along Sunset toward The Strip.
We passed the Golden Slipper Bar where a live sex show was advertised, pushed through a mini-mob of young freaks in front of a "Revolutionary" coffee house, and continued on past an open lunch stand where the smell of grilling hot dogs assaulted our noses.
Up ahead were a half-dozen young leather "queens" standing outside the gay bar called Live It! They strutted and postured while they waited for Hell's Angels' types to come along and offer them a five for a blow job. Their eyes flicked over us suggestively and they flexed their muscles and shot forward their crotches in invitation, but we ignored them, keeping our eyes straight ahead. Drunk as we were, we had more sense than to get into a hassle with these imitation bikers. For a minute, they blocked our way, but when we didn't slow down, they seemed to think better of it and moved aside. Pat is over six three and has shoulders like a 747 and I'm not exactly a midget myself.
A group of teenyboppers went by, evoking whistles from some Chicano kids standing in front of a poolroom. Pat and I crossed the street to avoid contact with either group and then had to make our way around a bunch of Jesus freaks who were kneeling in prayer. A tall barefoot guy who looked like the original Jesus was blessing them with outstretched hands.
"The end is near! There are riots and wars and no love anywhere, you know! Christ is coming again on a cloud of smog!"
His message made me realize I wasn't nearly drunk enough. "Let's hit the nearest bar," I said.
"No chance," O'Mara said. "Money's all gone and I gotta get home ... Molly will be waiting. Where you going from here?"
I shrugged. "Don't know. Can't go back to my pad. I owe two months' rent; Mrs. Peters will be hounding me again."
"Then how you gonna hack it, man?"
"Beats hell outta me, I could give the old bitch what she wants ... you know, fuck her a few times and not have to worry about the rent, but I can't quite bring myself to do that."
"Trouble with you, Josh, is that you're a moralist in an age when morals are a handicap," Pat said.
"Morals? Balls!- I just like fresh cunt, man! I don't want to fuck something that's been moldering for thirty or forty years."
"So remember that tonight when you're sleeping out in Griffith Park instead of in a nice warm bed! You'll feel different when the pigs come along and roust you."
"Maybe the slammer would be better than the park," I said, "but I just remembered something ... Eva. I got a standing offer to crash and ball at her place."
"So I've heard," Pat said. "That skinny poetess turned script writer really digs your brand of fucking."
I laughed. "She digs all kinds. Any time you go there, you take a chance on having to toss out a bull dyke or maybe a swinging couple from Pasadena. That's just the way things groove with the author of Flame Rose and other immortal erotic jottings."
"Did she really have a best seller with that?" Pat asked.
"Biggest thing since Howl," I told him. "There was a fuck or a blow job in every stanza, and they say it sold like crazy."
"Then how come she turned to writing horror stuff?"
" 'Cause that's the way her mind works now. She's been on dope of one kind or another for so long that everything comes out horror."
"Bad trip, bad trip," he said, shaking his head. We had come to a corner and he turned off the boulevard, heading for home. "Well, hang in there, man!"
"Yeah, by my fingertips," I said, searching through my pockets to see if I had the price of one more drink. No chance. They hadn't even given us the two weeks' pay they owed us when they folded their tents like the Arabs with the Israelis after them and split. What a hell of a situation to be in-no pad, no job, and nothing to drink!
I wandered past the branch post office and saw the young hippies and runaways lined up at the general delivery window to get their letters from home with the bread from old uptight dads. The love generation, I thought. The remittance children, living off the fat of the square world while they hurled shit on its icons. It was funny when you thought about it, so damn funny that I started to laugh. But my laughter faded fast. I didn't have an uptight dad to write for bread. When you've been raised on a poor Idaho dirt farm, you don't write home for money. You send a few bucks when you've got them to spare.
I hesitated as I passed a small deli, fingering the forty-nine cents in my pocket. Knowing I'd be hungry later, I went in and bought two cans of dog food. It was my favorite brand, and this wouldn't be the first time I'd eaten it since I'd gotten into this acting bag. As I came out of the deli and was about to cross the street, a girl detached herself from a lamp post and came toward me. Her short red dress barely covered her buttocks, and her exaggerated undulating walk told me what she was.
"Hey, man, you wanna fuck?" she asked, edging me into a littered walkway between two buildings.
I stared at her stupidly, wrinkling my nose at the stink of garbage, urine, and pot that filled the alley.
"Well?" she said. "You want your nuts cracked or not?"
"I ... uh ... " I wet my lips and stared at her. She was wearing so much makeup it was hard to tell how old she was. Her thin lips were unnaturally pale with "natural" lipstick, her eyes dark with shadow and mascara. Her hair, or wig, was a hideous shade of red streaked with blonde. I figured her for about sixteen but couldn't be sure, and since I didn't have any money it didn't matter.
"How about it, big daddy?" she whispered, pushing against me with her hot little cunt right over my cock so I could feel the heat through her panties and my jeans.
I blinked and tried to back away. She looked awfully thin and those marks on her arms must mean she was mainlining something. And if she was selling it on the street, she might have clap. "You been to a doctor lately?" I asked.
She grinned. "Don't let that hassle you. I don't have no clap or nothing. I'm clean. Just ran away from home a week ago and this is my first trick ... well, almost," she admitted with a sly smile.
I didn't believe her, of course. Most runaways didn't start selling their asses until they'd been away from home at least a couple of months and found out that even in the counterculture bread was king.
She advanced on me again, hand sliding down to fondle my cock knowingly. In spite of myself, I could feel it swelling in quick response. I've got a low boiling point and it doesn't take much to turn me on.
"You should go to the Free Clinic about that stuff you're shooting before you end up dead in a doorway," I said, trying to kid myself I didn't want to fuck this kid.
"Screw the missionary spiel," she said as she found my zipper and slid it down. "Forget about my health. Let's talk about what to do with this big old swollen prick you got here."
"Look, chick, I don't ... "
"Aw, come on," she urged huskily. "You can have anything you want. I'll fuck you or suck you off ... you can even stick it in my ass if you dig that. Man, I'm really tight there!"
"No, I'm sorry, I haven't ... "
"Don't put me on-you're ready and I'm ready and there's a room right at the end of the alley. Come on, dude, I need the money! I need it bad!"
"I haven't got ... "
"Give me your hand ... here, feel." She guided my hand under her skirt and through a rip in the panties to the hot crevice of her cunt. "Feel that. Feel how tight it is? With this big cock of yours and that tight pussy, you'll really get your jollies."
My fingers explored the hot wet slit. She was tight! Keerist, was she ever! I hadn't had cunt that tight since ... well, a long, long time. I thought about driving between those tight lips into the simmering depths beyond. I thought about the other things she'd offered to do, the blow job and the anal bit, but I also thought about the sparseness of the hair covering the almost flat mound. How young did a gal have to be to have that little hair? I didn't know.
"How old are you?" I asked, but didn't take my fingers out of her because the smell of female in heat was rising up from her tight honeypot and my old dong was trying to push its way right through my jeans.
"Old enough, big stud. Wow, you are big!" She had her whole hand inside my pants and was running her fingers up and down my cock as though measuring every part of it. "I haven't seen a cock like that since they shot down King Kong."
That was probably just part of the whorelet's come on, but I did have a certain reputation among the wives and girl friends of my horror-flick bosses for the size of my dong.
"Wow, man, I'm gonna feel that all the way up when you put it in me," she said, her voice husky with real or pretended lust.
"There's only one problem," I said regretfully.
"What problem?"
"I haven't got any money."
The fingers stopped massaging my prick and she stared at me coldly. "What kind of rip-off is this? No bread, no fuck, man! You think I do this for research or something?"
"I tried to tell you," I said, rubbing the head of my aching flesh against the palm of her hand hopefully. "How about on the cuff? Can I put one on the tab?"
"No chance," the girl said. "I'm not a common whore, man. I'm a groupie!"
She said it with such a look of pride on her face that I didn't have the heart to point out that there wasn't all that much difference, especially when the groupie was selling it to all comers as well as giving it gratis to her group.
"We're with Mother Courage and Lena the Hyena," the girl said. "Me and my friend, Sandy Plastercaster, not to be confused with the original Plastercasters."
"How come you're peddling it instead of saving it for your group?" I asked.
"Bread, man. We need food, we're starving," she said. "So Sandy and me are out turning a few tricks to get food to eat, pot to smoke, and the wheels to get to Bakersfield where Mother Courage and Lena have a gig."
"Are you really hungry?" I asked.
"Man, I ain't had nothing to eat for two days," the girl said. "Mother Courage even had to pawn his zither. If I don't score today, I don't know what we'll do."
I stared at her, wondering if she was telling the truth. She did look skinny. Maybe she was hungry. "I haven't got any money," I said, "but here's something you can eat." I took the two cans out of the paper bag and held them out to her.
The girl looked from me to the cans and back again, lips curling in a sneer. "Shit, man, that's dog food! You expect me to fuck you for two cans of dog food?"
"I don't expect you to do anything for me," I said. "You're probably too young anyway. I don't want to end up in San Quentin."
That was probably the most obvious example of sour grapes ever ... me, with my aching dong practically jumping out of my pants in its eagerness to get into her tight wet cunt! Later on I was going to start wishing mighty hard that I had meant it.
Her eyes flashed with anger. "You're mighty particular where you stick your cock!" she spat. "Too bad you're not as particular what you stick in your belly!" She pushed the cans back at me. "Well, I may be a bitch, but I ain't no dog!"
"That's perfectly good, natural food," I said. "I've eaten it lots of times since I been in this town."
Her expression changed from anger to pity. "Shit, man, you're worse off than I am!" She took a few bills out of her purse and peeled off two ones. "Here, go get yourself something decent to eat." She put the money -in my hand and turned away, shaking her head and muttering to herself. "Man, do I ever get the weirdoes! He doesn't want to fuck me because I'm doing a little whoring to maintain my standing as a groupie, but he eats dog food! That's really desperate!"
"Who said I didn't want to fuck you?" I called after her, pulling my cock out of my pants and waving it at her. "Look at this! That's what you did to me! You got me so fucking hard it'll never go down, and then you just walk off and leave me because I don't have any money."
The girl stopped and turned back at me standing there, waving my prick in the smooggy sunlight. A speculative look came into her eyes and she licked at her lower lip. "What's your name?" she asked after a full minute of staring and doing what appeared to be some heavy thinking.
"Josh Edwards," I said, taking a hopeful step toward her, still clutching the two dollars she had given me in one hand and holding the dog food under my arm.
"I'm JoAnne," she said. "They call me Meaty Treat. I don't have a last name 'cause I disowned my folks. They're a couple of lousy, filthy squares who exploit youth and minority groups."
"Well, JoAnne Meaty Treat, how about a treat?" I said, my dong jumping in her direction of its .own accord.
"You have got a big cock," she said, "but I wonder if it's big enough?"
"Big enough for what? You're not big at all. It wouldn't take a truck to fill your tunnel," I said, looking around nervously, beginning to be afraid someone might come into the alley and see me exposing myself to this kid. Even if she was a teeny whore, they'd throw me in the slammer for that.
"Oh, well ... come on. I'll measure you when we get to the pad," she said, reaching out as though to take my hand but actually taking hold of my dong.
"I still haven't got any money," I pointed out, just to be fair.
"Sure, you have," she grinned. "You've got the two clams I gave you, and just for today I'm running a two-dollar special for my favorite customers and you're one of them as of right now."
"Groovy, groovy," I said, letting her lead me by my dong through the litter of civilization falling apart at its underpinnings.
When we got to the end of the alley, we had to push aside a barrel of stinking garbage, step over a couple of fornicating dogs, and push hard at a badly warped door to gain entrance to her pad. This turned out to be a dark room reeking of pot and something else I couldn't place right at first. Then as my eyes adjusted, I made out a couple of bodies lying on a mattress and I knew what the smell was. It was come. The place smelled like it was soaked in it.
A well-built young black dude was stretched out on his back, naked, and sitting astride him was a blonde girl about the same age as JoAnne. The girl's slender thighs were locked around the youth, her blonde-tressed pussy filled with thick black flesh. She was rocking back and forth and kind of grinding her loins together at the same time. Her eyes were half closed and her pointy little breasts were jiggling merrily as she fucked that stud to a fare-thee-well.
"Hey, Sandy, didn't know you had scored," JoAnne said to the blonde. "This is Josh. He's a charity case but we might work something else out later."
The blonde raised both hands in the peace sign and kept right on rocking on the prick that filled her golden gate. "Hi, Josh. Don't know this dude's name, but he sure can fuck."
"You ain't gonna know my name ever, little honky mama. This dude don't get ripped off."
"Right on!" the blonde said without missing a beat. "I'm Sandy Plastercaster. late of the M.F.'s and now with Mother Courage and Lena the Hyena. I got to admit it's a comedown but ... "
"Yeah, Hambone of the M.F.'s had a cock eight inches long," JoAnne said. "It was Sandy's masterpiece, but the pigs found out about Hambone and Red Chief and Big Gert and hauled them off to jail."
"Jail?" I froze at the mention of the word.
"Yeah, M. F. stood for Mother Fuckers, and Ham-bone and Red Chief were doing it to Big Gert who was their mother and. they got busted in some jerkwater town in the Deep South. Seems like there's a law against incest in some of those Neanderthal states. So Sandy's been on her own ever since and could never get attached to anything quite as great since. That's why we teamed up and joined Mother Courage and Lena."
All the time she'd been talking, I'd been watching the black stud get his prick ground between those know-it-all cunt lips of Sandy Plastercaster. He must have felt my stare or my envy, because suddenly he opened his eyes and grinned up at me. Raising his hand in the clenched fist salute, he said, "Power to the people! You come to the right place, honky ... the right place."
"Right on, brother!" I said, wishing I could change places with him. Sandy Plastercaster might be a little underaged but she sure as hell wasn't underdone. She had the cutest, perkiest tits, the most sweetly curved thighs and the prettiest little ass I'd ever seen. I just hoped Meaty Treat came up to her standards.
"Okay, man, let's get doing it," JoAnne said, indicating the other mattress.
I hesitated. I'd never dug the group scene. My farm-boy upbringing, I guess.
"Forget them," JoAnne said. "They're not here anyway. He's on a cunt trip that will take him right out of this world and Sandy always was a cock freak. She never gets enough."
"But how about that Mother Courage and Lena? What if they walk in?"
"No chance," the girl said. "They're at the other pad, the one where we live. This is just a place to work while we're trying to raise funds to support the group."
"Oh." I watched as she skinned her dress over her head. She looked kind of thin and helpless in her white panties with the rip in them and a bra that didn't really have much to do. Whatever she had of breasts under the scrap of cloth rode high on her chest and her thighs were just curved enough to miss being sticks. Her bottom was cute-little-girl cute-and the mound between her legs didn't look big enough to hold the slit I'd sunk my fingers in. No, she wasn't up to Sandy Plastercaster, but I like young cunt and she was that. It occurred to me again to wonder just how young she was, but when you've got a swollen cock that hurts like hell, you kind of let things like that float on out of your head. I've got a theory that cocks are blind as bats and they don't really care what the cunt is connected to as long as it's open and hot.
"Well ... you gonna just stand there staring or are we gonna fuck?" JoAnne asked, shedding her panties but not her bra.
"Fuck," I said, dropping my pants and sighing with relief as my dong leaped to complete freedom. I wondered why she didn't take off the bra but shrugged it off as of no importance. You shrug things like that off when you're as eager for cunt as I was.
Meaty Treat stretched out on the mattress and spread her legs. I tossed my shorts and shirt aside and straddled her, my dong touching the middle of her belly. I was trying in the dim light to see just how much pubic hair she did have. It had felt pretty sparse but now it looked shadowy there between her thighs, and the lips of the cunt were partly open. I could see it and I could smell it, and the smell of hot girl juice was manna to my soul. Not that my cock couldn't have found its way with' its special built-in radar without any further clue.
But eager as I was, I remembered my manners and bent my head to kiss her. She turned her face in a quick movement that left me kissing the side of that stupid wig.
"What's the matter?" I asked. "Don't you want to be kissed?"
She looked at me coolly. "I'm kind of particular who I kiss."
"Okay, okay," I said, trying not to show my irritation. Big deal, a two-dollar whore who supplies the two dollars if you don't have it and then is fussy about who she kisses! Well, there were other things I could do. I maneuvered my dong lengthwise between the lips of her pussy and rubbed it up and down, massaging the sides and moving back and forth over the place I thought her clit was. It was a trick that really turned on Marge Banks, the wife of our producer.
"You like that?" I asked, proud of my technique. "Feels pretty good, huh?"
"It's okay," she said, "but I thought you wanted to fuck."
"Yeah," I said. "I can see why they call you Meaty Treat-you're a meat-and-potatoes gal ... no frills for you."
Her only answer was to rub that hot pussy against my engorged manhood which was dribbling a bit from eagerness and being over ready. I drew back a little and probed for the opening with my big fat knob. Those lips were tight! Man, were they ever! I pushed in a little and the girl wriggled and made a noise that I couldn't tell was a whimper or a sigh.
I gripped her pert bottom-I loved that bottom; it was like the cute round little half moons on Barbie dolls-and jammed my steaming meat in about an inch. You wouldn't believe the resistance! That tight rubbery flesh fought me every fraction of the way. This was going to be good, I told myself. This was going to be the one you saved up to think about on long winter nights when you're over the hill and can't make it anymore.
"You like that, baby?" I whispered. "Does all that fat cock feel good?"
"It's big ... it sure is big," she said and seemed to be gritting her teeth.
I pulled back and pushed in again, feeling a few strands of pubic hair tickle my cock and fighting the same tightly closed flesh all the way. "Hey, this is like ... this is really something!" I marveled. "You must have muscles on your muscles, kid. I can feel that sheath around me like a vise."
"That's 'cause you're so damn thick!" the girl muttered as I got in about two inches and then had to stop and concentrate on something else to keep from coming at the thrill of being gripped so firmly.
"Baby, you are tight!" I moaned when I had recovered slightly and shoved in about three inches, despite the clinging flesh that was practically scraping the skin off my prick.
"Of course I am!" she said, getting her thin legs up around me and locking her ankles behind my back. "If you weren't such a stupid mother-fucker, you'd know all eleven-year-olds are that tight!"
"YIPES!" I yelped and tried to pull away. "Eleven! Oh, Christ! Jesus H. Christ Almighty! Let me go!"
"No chance, buster! You been coming on strong, so now show me that your big dong is good for something besides hanging your shorts on!" she jeered and began pumping herself up and down on my cock like a suction cup.
Chapter Two
Meaty Treat was hanging onto me like a leech. I tried to get to my feet and actually got halfway into a crouch, but she was still clinging to my cock like a permanent fixture. "Let me go! They'll throw me in the slammer! They'll hang me up by the balls and choke me to death on my own prick!" I yelled, trying to shake her off.
"Shut up, you idiot!" she whispered fiercely, locking her heels more firmly at the base of my spine and starting to move up and down on my trapped cock. "Just keep up that damn yelling and you'll really have the pigs in here!"
"Let me go! I've got to get out of here!" My voice was lower but my plea just as urgent. The last thing I needed was for the cops to bust in and find me like this.
"What's the matter with you? You flipped out or something? Get your head together, man! A few seconds ago you were as eager as a preacher with a collection plate!"
"Eleven years old!" I moaned. "Don't you know there are laws against fucking little kids? My God, this is rape! They'll throw me in stir and seal up the doors! Eleven!"
"Cool it, man, cool it," she said calmly. "Who's going to fink? You know I'm eleven, and I know I'm eleven, and we both know you're fucking me ... if you'd just get to it ... but who else knows?"
"Them!" I said, jerking my head in the direction of the coupled pair on the other mattress.
She laughed. "They didn't even hear you yell. They might as well be on an acid trip. Look at them ... they're in another world, a cock-and-cunt world all their own."
I looked over my shoulder as I squatted there halfway to my feet with her sitting on my knees and still partly impaled on my throbbing dong. What she said was apparently true. And even more persuasive was the feel of that tight little pussy gripping the end of my prick. It sure felt good and started a voice to whispering in my ear. If they're big enough, they're old enough ... kids got a right to have a little fun too ... and alter all, she is a whore.
"You mean there wouldn't be any way anyone could find out? I mean, if we did it ... and as long as we've already started ... " I was starting to rock her on the tip of my aching dong.
"Of course there's no way anyone could find out," she said, and a warm flood of relief swept through me, followed by a hot blast of passion. "Unless I decided to tell, of course," she said. Her eyes were closed now and her head thrown back as she sank with almost painful tightness another millimeter or so down the long shaft. "Oh, man, that's just gotta be about the biggest cock there is!"
"Unless I decide to tell " took a few moments to sink in, but when it did, it hit my warm relief and my blast of passion like a fire hose.
"That does it! Let me go! I've got to get out of here!" I said, grabbing at her little-girl hips and trying to push her away.
"So big ... so beautifully big," she whimpered, twirling around so that the rotating pussy did maddeningly erotic things to the sensitive tip of my dong.
"Let go, you little beast!" I gasped, breathing so heavily that I could hardly get the words out. "What the hell do you need one so big for? You can't hold even a third of it!"
"I want it! I want one bigger than Sandy ever had!" she shrieked in my ear. The hot little pussy was drawing me in farther and farther. I tried to get a hold on the rotating fanny, tried to stop its movement, but to my surprise found my fingers digging into the round butt, pulling her toward me instead of shoving her away. "Fuck me, big daddy, fuck me!" she said, kicking me in the rump so that we collapsed back down onto the mattress.
This was ridiculous! I was being raped, well, almost raped, by a kid who couldn't hold even half my cock in her undersized cunt. I knew I ought to get up and get out of there as fast as I could, but what can you do with skinny thighs locked around you, feet pounding on your butt, and fingernails digging into your ass?
"Come on, you big bastard! Show me how good you are! Do something besides flop around and complain!"
"I'd split you wide open if I really fucked you!" I said, but I wanted to.
"I'm tougher than you think," she said, trying to shove herself up onto me as we lay there, me half on top of her and resting partly on my elbows and knees. "I can take anything you can ram into me."
There was a loud grunt from the other pair and I looked up just in time to see the black stud kind of rear upward and hang there quivering with his back arched while he came in the blonde's golden pussy ... came and came and came. I could see Sandy's body vibrate with the rivers of jism he was pumping into her, and seconds later I saw it running out around the heavy black meat buried in the pink folds. I could see it dampening the blonde pubic hair, soaking his kinky black tuft and trickling down slender white thighs and smoothly muscled black ones.
"Hot damn, that was a fuck! Mama, that sure was a fuck!" the black youth enthused as he slammed a few more times into the rolling, writhing girl and then lay still with a happy, satisfied grin on his face.
But Sandy wasn't through. She was still slamming up and down on the quickly softening cock, moaning as she slowly lost contact with the hard man meat that had filled her so thoroughly just seconds before. "Come on, man, fuck! Two times ain't enough!" Sandy was saying as she tried to revive what was only a shadow of the former sturdy pole.
"Shit, chick, I came three times. That's enough. That's my money's worth," the black cat said.
"But I only came twice," Sandy complained, still working her hungry cunt around on the limp cock.
"Well, like who's the customer here?" he said. "Who's the dude pays his money and supposed to get his fill? Me, that's who! And I've had my fill."
"But I haven't. Come on, superspade, fuck me! Get that big old black prick going again! Twice ain't nearly enough for Sandy Plastercaster!"
"Poor Sandy," JoAnne whispered to me. "She ain't had enough since they locked up old Hambone for fucking his mother. She keeps searching and searching, though. You got to admire her for that."
"Please ... please ... don't leave me ... don't ... " Sandy cried as the black youth's replete cock slipped out of the pink lips of her pussy and she collapsed across him.
"You ain't gonna leave me like that," Meaty Treat husked as she thumped her little bottom on the mattress and tried to pull me in deeper, despite gasps and grimaces of pain. "You couldn't get away if you wanted to. You're stuck just like dogs get stuck! Maybe you'll never be able to pull out of me."
Right at that moment I was so excited that the thought of spending the rest of my life with my cock caught in that tight wet flesh wasn't the least bit frightening. The fact that I couldn't get more than halfway in didn't seem to matter. My sensitive tip was buried in satiny flesh that kept squeezing and teasing it, bringing me almost to the top and then easing me down again with knowledge acquired during a short career of whoring or dredged up from some racial memory peculiar to nymphet breeds of which JoAnne was a member.
Everything the child was doing was setting me on fire, but so was the voyeuristic pleasure of watching Sandy Plastercaster and her black John. She had given up trying to stir his lagging desire with her pussy and had slipped to the side of him and was bent over his body with her blonde hair spread across his chest and belly as she began to kiss and lick his flesh.
"Gonna get you hot, black man ... gonna turn you into superspade again ... gonna make you grow the biggest, fattest old black cock anybody's ever seen and then I'm gonna eat it all up!"
Sandy was running her fingers up and down the in-sides of the man's thighs, licking at the bottom of his heavy testicles, and he was rolling his hips on the mattress with the beginning of renewed lust.
Things were getting a little heavy between JoAnne and me also. I had given up thinking about how old she was-Christ, I was already penetrating her when I found out, wasn't I? The crime had already been committed, so there was no point in stopping. At least that's what I told myself as I gripped her thighs with both hands and spread-eagled them, aimed right for the middle and slammed in hard.
The girl let out a surprised little yell as I sank in deeper, painfully deeper. "No ... , no," She was trying to hold me off now, hands against my loins. "Can't we just stay the way we were? That's too much: It hurts!"
"You're a hell of a whore," I said, taking a lead from my black fellow customer. "I'm the client here. I'm paying my good money and I'm the one to be pleased."
"Your good money? You mean my two bucks!"
When she put it that way, she had a point. After all, I was a charity case. Maybe I should. But then she changed her mind. She squirmed and I felt myself touching bottom in a bubbling pool of girl juice that surrounded my dong and lubricated the tender flesh being bruised by my hard meat.
"Hey, that doesn't feel bad at all now ... in fact, it feels good! Wow, Sandy never had anything this big! Even with Hambone, she couldn't have had it thin big."
Mention of the other girl made me look in her direction. She was kneeling between her client's thighs, holding his .revived prick in one hand while her tiny red tongue licked at the ebony sides and laved the purplish dark knob on top. God, that was a sexy picture! The deliciously nubile white body bending there, pert buttocks sticking up in the air, pointed breasts hanging straight down and blonde hair falling like a veil around her face as her mouth worked with deftness and dedication on the throbbing black man flesh.
"Don't look at her!" JoAnne whispered. "I'll blow you later. Think about me! Think about how tight I am! Think about fucking me! Think about sticking it in farther!"
"How can I? I'm hitting bottom now," I said, dragging my wet prick out slowly and then jamming it back in, bringing a cry of combined pleasure and pain from the girl.
"Oh, man, that hurts ... that hurts so good!" she panted, rubbing her almost flat mound against my crotch in a way that let me feel the skimpy peach fuzz that covered her pubes. "Fuck me, Josh! Fuck me, you overhung bastard!" she whispered. "Forget about everything else! Forget how old I am! Forget to be gentle! And forget about Sandy!"
I was fucking her! I was driving between the tight lips, dragging the tender flesh along with me, expanding the dimensions of her pussy with every thrust. I was fucking her so hard that every time I slammed into her, the mattress sent up a cloud of dust and she would grunt from the pressure. Man, it was good! Illegal as hell, but good! That tight little cunt was like a vise, squeezing pleasure out of me with every twist. I dribbled into her twice but managed by a superhuman effort to hold back the full blast of my orgasm each time, adding to the pleasure and prolonging it.
"More ... more ... more!" the girl was babbling. Her head was rocking wildly, causing reddish blonde hair to swirl around her face. Her teeth were biting into her lower lip and her arms and legs held me locked to her, I gave her more. I rammed almost two thirds of my massive shaft into her and she screamed and something seemed to give inside.
As she screamed, I felt the sudden increase in the flow of juice and knew she was coming. That was all I needed. The hot lubrication added to the pull of the soft sheath brought me off. I let out a surprised yelp and poured gallons of hot come into her, filling her quickly and overflowing onto the orangey fuzz that covered her pubes and dripping onto my own genitals to make a sticky stream through my hair.
There was a movement on the other mattress and I glanced over to see Sandy Plastercaster with her cheeks bulging with about six inches of ebony cock as her customer rolled her over and sat on her face, slamming his prick into her in a mouth fuck that would have done credit to a bull.
"Suck that cock, you little honky bitch! Eat that good black meat! Black cock is beautiful!" he exulted as he gripped the girl's neck between his knees, holding her long hair up out of the way with one hand while he thrust at her gleefully. "You gonna have a sore throat tomorrow, mama! You wanted to suck cock, so now you gonna do it! I'm gonna fuck you in the mouth just like I fucked you in the cunt!"
Sandy was flopping around like a gaffed fish under the driving fury of his attack. Her arms and legs flipped loosely and her bottom was revolving as though she were somehow taking the shaft in her pussy instead of her mouth.
"Mama, I'm coming! Stand by to drown in come! It's gonna blast down your throat so fast you won't be able to swallow!"
Sandy's head was being pounded into the mattress, hitting time and again with the force of the man's orgasm. His semen flooded out of her mouth and ran down her cheeks, and then I saw something really far out. The girl's cunt was toward me, and the wet pink lips were making little sucking motions and the whole thing was kind of rotating while girl juice dripped from the spasming vagina. Man, that was one hot chick! She had come unassisted just from the pleasure of being fucked in the mouth. Even lying there with my dong still buried in JoAnne's mantrap, I started to think what it would be like to slam into that golden-tressed pink puss, to jab my cock into that prick-hungry hole and maybe even dive between the slim thighs and eat that hot little cunt that could pulse to orgasm from just blowing a man.
The black dude was pulling his sopping shaft out of the girl's mouth although she was still sucking. He looked pretty well used up. Who wouldn't under the circumstances? He must have shot a gallon of jism into her. It was slopping out between her lips, running down her chin and onto her neck.
To me there was something incredibly erotic about her in that pose with her black John standing astride her, staring down. What a complete sex object she was! Imagine a girl who had devoted herself to a willing life of sexual slavery to rock singers, so proud of her degradation that she made a fetish out of casting their cocks in plaster and showing them off to her friends! I had heard of groupies and plastercasters but had never gotten close enough to see one in action, even if it wasn't in her chosen life style, until now, and it was a cock-warming experience.
"Thanks, mama," the customer was saying as he reached to pick up his pants. "You give a dude his money's worth. I'm drained so dry I'll probably never get it up again."
Sandy licked her lips and smiled at this praise for a job well done. The black youth reached into a pocket and taking out a five let it drift down onto Sandy's sweaty belly. The girl made a quick little movement with her white thighs and caught the bill in the half-open lips of her cunt.
The black dude threw back his head and bellowed. "Right on, mama! Right on! That's the cutest cunt I ever did see!"
"Just for you, superspade, just for you!" Sandy said, reaching up for him.
He pulled away. "No, gotta go now, mama. Gotta split."
"Don't go! Stay for one more round! The next one's on the house!" Sandy said.
"No chance. You're too much, mama. I'm dead from the cock down." He grinned happily. "Next time, I'll bring my gang."
"Bring everybody you know," Sandy said. "You ain't seen nothing till you see me pull a train."
Superspade got into his clothes quickly and with one last wondering shake of his head at Sandy, he started for the door, then paused to stare down at me as I lay with my half-hard cock still more or less trapped between JoAnne's thighs. "Told you this was the place, didn't I, man?"
I nodded and he slapped me on the butt and went out whistling to himself. At the door, he looked back one more time. "Hang in there, honky! You gonna need all the cock you got with those two! And watch out you don't end up with your ass in a sling and your cock in a cast."
Sandy Plastercaster gave a little shudder and closed her eyes as he disappeared, but I couldn't tell whether she had fainted from excitement or just fallen asleep.
"She always does that afterward," JoAnne whispered. "She's in a trance. She does it to tune herself in with the cosmic cunt."
"The what?"
"You know, the universal womb. Hambone and the M.F.'s did a song about the occult once, all about the everlasting cock and the cosmic cunt ... how did it go?" She hummed a little. "Something about 'Open up them ruby gates, Mother, I'm coming home.' "
"Sounds like a golden disc for sure," I said.
"No, it just got them run out of Peoria. Caused a riot by their fans though. Real groovy."
Meaty Treat was starting to move a little under me. I could feel the peach fuzz tickling and the skinny thighs tightening. "You wanna fuck again, big man?" she asked.
"Maybe," I said. "They can't send me up for life more than once."
"No maybes. You want to fuck or you want me to blow you? We believe in satisfied customers."
"Yeah, I can see that," I said, looking at Sandy as she lay on the other mattress with her thighs spread, come still dripping out of her cunt, and hair fanned out like a halo around her head. There was a calm, quiet, almost angelic look on her face. She was an angel, I thought. An angel of the new morality, a counterculture madonna. I felt a warm yearning, not only in my cock but in my heart as well. It isn't often that a person sees a perfect thing of its kind, and perfect things are meant to be worshipped.
"Will you stop looking at her?" Meaty Treat said, digging her fingernails into my butt. "Why do you always want to look at her? You said you like 'em young, didn't you? Well, I'm younger than she is ... and she ain't half as tight."
"Sure ... sure," I said absently, wondering what it would be like to bury my face in the golden down between Sandy's thighs. Even with her cunt filled with another dude's come, I wanted to do that.
"Damn you ... damn you," Meaty Treat moaned and shook me as hard as she could. "Pay attention! We're fucking and you're not thinking about it!"
I looked down. So we were. My cock was pushing in and out of the little pink puss, stretching the pink lips and the tiny hole all out of shape.
"Let's roll over," I said, remembering how I had first seen Sandy impaled on that long black shaft with her rocking back and forth so lustfully. "I'd like you to be on top."
"Sure, why not?" the kid said. "You're kind of heavy, anyway ... must be all that meat you pack in your prick."
We rolled over without breaking contact. I was beginning to wonder if we could break contact. I remembered what she had said about getting stuck in her like a dog in a bitch, and it worried me a little. Suppose a fuzz was to come busting in, how would I ever explain?
"I was just walking down the street, officer, and it came rolling along and kind of got stuck ... No, officer, I didn't have a thing to do with it ... Eleven years old? Why, she showed me her birth certificate ... she's twenty if she's a day."
"Will you shut up?" Meaty Treat said. "You still worried about how old I am?"
"Only once in a while," I said. "Only when I feel the hot breath of the law on my neck."
"Forget it. I won't fink. I won't tell a soul ... that is, I won't as long as you do just what I tell you to."
"What? What are you talking about?"
"Nothing. Just a couple of ideas I have, real groovy ideas. We need a cat with a dong like yours, and you need a smart chick to tell you what to do."
I looked up at her in alarm. "You mean you 're going to tell me what to do?"
"Right on! And what I'm telling you to do now is fuck!" she said and started bouncing up and down on my blood-filled shaft.
Chapter Three
The second time was better than the first. This time she was just enough looser to make it easier going for both me and her, but man, it was still plenty tight. Tight like I'd never seen. As soon as I got out of this place, I was going to go straight and never get myself into a spot where I'd wind up fucking a kid, but for now, what the hell! If I was going to jail for doing it, I might as well enjoy it, and enjoy it I did!
I made one mistake, though. I slipped a hand behind her and unhooked her bra. Hell, it should have been called a training bra! She didn't have enough flesh on her chest to make all that much difference between being a boy or a girl. Just a couple of tiny peaks with pink pimples on top. They were just beginning to perk their heads up out of her chest. That started me to thinking about the law again and to wondering about guys who preferred gals this young. Guys like the M.F.'s and this Mother Courage cat they kept talking about and the Johns who picked them up. But maybe some of the Johns they'd turned tricks with had been like me-stupid and drunk.
The fuzzy little pussy was rubbing against the top of my dong. I was only halfway in and hitting bottom hard. The girl's vaginal muscles were milking at me, her bottom rolling - and pelvis rotating. She had learned all the moves, and I couldn't help wondering where and how. Had some kindly Uncle Charlie introduced his nubile little niece to the big hard dingus in his pants? How many rock singers had she balled and plastercast? How many fat-bellied, bald-headed Johns had dipped their overaged pricks into this underaged chick?
"You're thinking about something else!" she accused, kicking me in the butt with both heels. "What is it? The pigs again?"
"No, I was just thinking about my predecessors," I said, pulling almost out of the marshy little swamp and then ramming back in with a loud whoosh.
"Your which?" Her eyes were closed and she was pounding out a beat on my back with her fists and my ass with her heels. I couldn't quite place the tune but I thought it was something the Stones had done.
"The dudes who were here before me," I said and emphasized what I meant by pushing an extra inch deeper into her and thudding against the bottom.
She squealed and tried to hold me away. "Hey, you big-cocked sonofabitch, don't go all the way through me!"
"Sorry about that," I said and eased up on my thrusts, letting her control the depth of my penetration.
"Groovy, groovy," she sighed, hanging on the end of my cock like a rag doll with a knife through her. "Why don't you just bounce me around for a while?"
Having her perched on the top of my prick that way really intensified the contact. Man, there was friction! Rubbing two Boy Scouts together couldn't have raised so much heat! I felt on fire.
"Hey, man, wow! Outasight!" the girl said as I leaned upward and caught one of her tiny tits between my teeth while she rode me.
"Oh, man, man, that smarts ... that smarts like wonderful! I can feel that big old prick all the way up! I can feel myself just riding on it, like a horsie ... like a rocking horsie I used to have when I was a little kid."
The rocking-horse crack almost took the stiffness out of my cock, but I guess I was just drunk enough and oversexed enough not to let it remind me too much of a good gray-haired judge leaning forward as he pronounced a thirty-three and a third year sentence for each year the girl was under sixteen.
"Don't stop ... don't stop!" she gasped.
No, there wasn't any point in stopping now. That gray-haired judge wouldn't take a single year off my sentence if I was to say, "But, your honor, I stopped in the middle of the second time around."
"Come on, big-donged daddy!" she howled, "I'm really groovin' ... really livin'!"
"Don't call me daddy," I growled, moving my rump so that she jiggled like a toy on the end of my prick.
"Oh, man ... you don't know ... wow! That's far out! I feel like an olive on the end of a toothpick that my own daddy used to twirl in his martini."
So now I knew something about her that I hadn't known before. If her old man drank martinis, she must have come from the middle-class suburbia that turned out rock stars, baby whores, acid heads, peace marchers, bomb throwers, and Manson-clan members in about equal numbers and then shipped them off to the cities to raise hell with the lives of working-class people.
I was nibbling away on her little titties, and. man, if that wasn't ever a tasty tidbit. Of course, it would have taken six or seven to fill one mouth, but they were firm and they did roll real nice between my lips.
"Um ... ummmmm, that feels good. Nobody ever did that before, nobody wanted to."
"Maybe because they couldn't find them," I said, lifting her toward the ceiling and bouncing her the way she liked.
"Okay, smartass," she said and tried to get another inch of my prick inside her pussy but without success. "Some girls are just naturally small."
"Little girls are," I agreed, "but they fill out and get big when they grow up."
"I don't have time to grow up," she said. "I don't want to live that long."
I lifted her again and swung her around, grabbing one of her skinny arms as I did so and looking at the needle marks. "If you're shooting at your age, you won't have to worry about living long."
"Shit, there goes the preacher man again! And him fucking an eleven-year-old!"
"I wish you wouldn't keep saying that," I said, looking over my shoulder nervously but not seeing anything more dangerous than sexy Sandy Plastercaster with her eyes still closed and a couple of fingers sliding in and out of her pink and gold pussy.
"Why not? It's true," Meaty Treat said. "And you'll really get your ass in a sling if I tell. You fucked an eleven-year-old in front of two witnesses."
"Witnesses? But they were ... you told me."
She grabbed my hair and hung on while she bounced up and down on my prick. "Sure ... sure, I told you, but I changed my mind."
I had risen to my knees in my agitation and now I sank back on my haunches with her wriggling so much that I was leaking a little and my balls were tightening in near orgasm. "But you said you wouldn't ... "
"I said I wouldn't unless ... " she bounced on me until I thought my poor cock was going to break off " ... unless you did what I told you to."
"I'm doing it! I'm doing it!" I yelped, wishing I was sitting on a cold rock on the far side of the moon.
"Oh, man, can you ever fuck!" she cried as I fell over backwards and she rested her bottom on my thighs and sank down to almost two-thirds of the length of my cock, squealing in pain but laughing too. "All the way in! Rip that tight pussy out of me! Man, I never felt it like this before! You've got to be the one ... the big stud we need!"
Right at the moment I wasn't paying much attention to what she was saying, because the sensitive nub of my prick was pushing against the tender flesh at the bottom of her cunt. With the hot juice bubbling up around my flesh and the strong young muscles squeezing me, I couldn't think at all. All I could do was feel, and what I was feeling right then was worth the ninety-nine and nine-tenths years I was going to spend in San Quentin for doing it.
"Hey, how about that? I'm coming! I'm coming!" she shrieked, pounding her cute butt against my legs in frantic excitement. "I'm coming for the second time and I never did that before!"
I didn't say anything. I just drew my prick out a little and slammed in again as hard as I could. She bounced upward, screeching with pleasure and pain and came like an overflowing dam, burning my cock and my balls with her hotness. That was all it took for me to follow her. The hard slam into the resilient yet resistant channel, the hot juice burning me, and the pulsings of her vagina pulled me over the top and sent me tumbling and whirling into a world of stars and shooting comets. My cock throbbed, spasmed, and jerked its way through a stupendous orgasm that splashed a load of semen into her so strongly I wondered if she couldn't taste it on the back of her tongue ...
"I smell man juice," a voice said, and I turned my head to see Sandy Plastercaster, still in a half trance with her eyes shut and her fingers in her cunt, sniffing the air that reeked of our mutual satisfaction.
"Shit, she can smell a man with his cock still in his pants from fifty yards away," Meaty Treat said. "I tell you, she has a nose like a hunting dog."
Sandy sat up, taking the lotus position which gave me a hell of a sexy view of her pink and gold cunt. It was full-lipped and almost heartshaped, the inner rose petals showing through the thick forest of golden hair.
"Her and all that old hair!" Meaty Treat said. "I think it's messy." She had moved up to sit on my chest, her carroty fuzz mixed with my chest hair and getting it all wet with her dripping cunt.
"Yeah, messy," I said and shivered as Sandy Plaster-caster finally opened her eyes and looked at us.
"Wow, man, wow!" she said, staring at my practically soft prick. "Look at the size of that cock!" She got to her hands and knees and crawled toward us, firm white apple breasts hobbling prettily.
"Yeah, look! Look how big it is even when it's soft!" Meaty Treat said smugly. "Look and eat your heart out! You and your old Hambone! That mother-fucking little boy ain't in the same ballgame with my Josh!"
"It's soft? You're putting me on!"
"Why should I? He's got it all, you know. You ought to see him when he's got a hard-on."
"I don't believe it," Sandy was kneeling between my thighs, gaping at my limp cock as it rested against the back of Meaty Treat's firm little bottom.
"Feel it. Go ahead, feel it," JoAnne said. "Feel it and then cry your eyes out."
I felt a soft little hand touch my dong tentatively and then fingers stroking it gently. "Yeah, this ain't no rip-off. It was soft but it's getting hard again. How can it get hard again so quick?"
" 'Cause he's got stamina as well as size," Meaty Treat said.
"You know, I think he's almost big enough," Sandy said, and I could feel her hot breath on my dong and my balls. "Damn, I wish I had my tape measure here!"
"Don't worry, he's big enough," JoAnne said. "Mother Courage will cream his lace panties when he sees that."
"What the hell is this all about?" I demanded, reacting in spite of myself to Meaty Treat's fuzzy box against my chest and Sandy's hot breath on my cock.
"Shut up, it's none of your business!" Meaty Treat said.
"I was thinking about the other deal," Sandy said. "You know, the one with Eva as well as the group."
Meaty Treat snapped her fingers. "Now I flash! Perfect! He's just perfect for that! Eva will flip when she sees him."
"Who's Eva?" I asked suspiciously.
"Just Eva," the blonde girl said with a shrug.
"But she said she had the guy picked out already," Meaty Treat said. "You know, that cowboy she worked with on those horror flicks. She said he had the biggest cock she'd ever seen."
"He can't be as big as this one," Sandy said, touching my cock with reverence. "This will be my masterpiece."
"What do you mean your masterpiece?" Meaty Treat said. "Who the hell found him starving in the street?"
"You did, baby," Sandy said, putting an arm around Meaty Treat and turning her head so she could kiss her full on the mouth in a long, lingering, more than friendly smooch. "But since I'm so heavy into this plastercast bit, I thought ... "
"Oh, you can cast him," Meaty Treat said, fondling her friend's breasts enviously. "But get this straight-he belongs to me! Right? You and Mother Courage get what you want out of him, but the rest is mine! I found him, so that's only fair."
"Sure, that's fair," Sandy said. "You're a righteous chick, Meaty Treat. But if I'm going to immortalize him, I'll have to try him out first. I got to know what he feels like as well as looks like."
"He feels like more than you ever had," Meaty Treat said. "You and your old Hambone!"
I was confused. Apparently, Sandy wanted to practice her profession or hobby or whatever on me. But that didn't make sense. I was no rock star and the plastercast girls only made molds of the cocks of rock stars who'd fucked them, not just of ordinary mortals who happened to put it to them.
"Well, what about the deal with Eva?" Sandy asked, blowing on the tip of my dong and making it throb like mad.
"Maybe we could work both deals in," Meaty Treat said. "If Eva hasn't had any luck with her dude, maybe ... "
All of a sudden I flashed. "This Eva," I said. "She wouldn't be the world-famous, part-time poetess and full-time dope and sex freak Eva Jaggers, author of such deathless classics as Flame Rose, Fucked and Blown and In My Mouth, would she?"
The two girls stared at me in surprise. "You mean you know her?" Sandy asked.
"Then you must be ... " Meaty Treat hit her skinny thigh with her open palm. "Sure, Sandy, he's got to be! There couldn't be two dudes in this town with a cock that big!"
"Then we're in!" Sandy gloated. "If our boy is Eva's boy, he'll be Mother's boy too! If I find he's right after I try him, that is."
"After you try him? I already tried him and I know he's right!"
"Please, M. T., you know I'm an artist," Sandy said, turning her already turned-up nose toward the ceiling. "I just couldn't be creative if I hadn't tried him out myself."
"I guess so," Meaty Treat said in defeat. "Do you think Mother Courage will dig this?" She reached back and touched my dong.
"He's got to. Without one at least that big, he's nowhere," Sandy said. "They'll hiss him off the stage just like they did at Fresno."
"Poor Mother," Meaty Treat said. "He can't help it if he gets soft before you can cast him and hasn't got all that much to start with. He doesn't need cock, he's got soul."
"It would be nice if he had a little of both," Sandy said. "Fans these days like to see the cast or they don't dig the music, and I can't make a decent cast when he deflates every time I put my hands on him."
"When he sees this, he won't," Meaty Treat said, patting my dong again. "He'll jump with joy just to know there's this much male meat in the vicinity."
"Yeah, and his little old ass will start aching for it," Sandy said, putting her hand beside Meaty Treat's on my cock and squeezing. "He'll want to spread his butt right in the middle of Sunset and get this jammed in."
"What the hell are you two jawing about?" I asked, starting to groove on the two hands caressing my prick.
"I told you it was none of your business!" Meaty Treat said.
"Well, I'm making it my business," I said. "You're planning things that include me, and that is my business!"
Meaty Treat leaned over and thrust her intense little face close to mine. "You better flash on this, big man, you really better! You fucked me! I'm only eleven years old and you fucked me in front of two witnesses! If you don't do exactly what I tell you to from now on, you'll go to the slammer!"
"My God, JoAnne, you wouldn't do that to me! Not after the good time I gave you ... not after your promises."
"You don't know me very well, man, if you think I won't," she said, showing her teeth.
"So what's the big thing?" Sandy asked. "We're not asking you to do anything we wouldn't do if we had the equipment."
"That's right," Meaty Treat said. "I'd be .glad to fuck old Mother if I had the man meat his little asshole craves."
"No, goddammit, no!" I roared. "I don't dig the gay bit! I like women!"
"Women or little girls?" Meaty Treat asked.
"Christ, I thought you were sixteen! I made a mistake and no jury will ever ..."
"No jury will ever believe you," Meaty Treat said. "Especially when I show up in court without my makeup and wig, with my freckles showing, my hair in pigtails, and wearing a little-girl dress."
That was when I puckered up and started to cry.
"Cool it, man, cool it," Sandy. Plastercaster said. "You're not sitting in the gas chamber yet."
"It'll probably be years before they get around to dropping the poison pellets," Meaty Treat grinned. "You'll have a lot of time to think about your crimes and repent. You'll be the sorriest raper of a poor little eleven-year-old virgin that ever was!"
"Didn't he move you from one end of the mattress to the mother, M. T.?" Sandy joined in the game. "That makes it a kidnapping offense under state law, right? They'll really throw the book at him."
"Oh, no, no, no, no, no!" I wailed and pounded my fists on the mattress in helpless frustration.
"Tell you what," Sandy said to Meaty Treat. "Why don't I fuck him now? It'll take his mind off all this. I hate to see a grown man cry, especially one with a cock that big."
"Oh, go ahead!" Meaty Treat said in exasperation. "I'll never hear the end of it until you do."
"Don't bother asking me if I want to or not," I said bitterly.
"We already settled that. You do what I tell you to ... or else I" Meaty Treat said. "And I'm telling you to fuck Sandy Plastercaster and fuck her good!"
There wasn't any use protesting. I was trapped, damned to a life of child molesting and statutory rape. "I don't suppose it makes any difference, but how old are you, Miss Plastercaster?"
"You're in luck," she said, scrambling up on top of me and opening that pink and gold pussy I had admired so much. "I'm thirteen. After M. T., I'm practically legal!"
Chapter Four
"He's so big it will probably only take five or six strokes of that cock of his to get me off," Sandy said to her friend.
"Well, hurry up then," Meaty Treat said impatiently. "Make your old test and let me get back on him."
"What's with you?" Sandy asked. "You've had him for hours already."
"I know. I think I'm getting hooked on that huge dong," Meaty Treat said. "It's like having a tree growing inside you. It's better than acid or hash ... a real far-out trip. So hurry up and take your five or six strokes and get it over with."
"Okay, okay!" Sandy said, and I felt the heat of her sex approaching me. Silky wet hair touched the tip of my tingling prick, lips well lubricated from the black youth's jism encompassed me and then the girlish sheath enveloped and absorbed my manhood.
"Ohhhhhhhhh, that's groovy!" Sandy moaned, holding still to enjoy the sensation of being filled to the limit. She was enough deeper than Meaty Treat that she could hold about three-quarters of my shaft. "So much man ... so much!"
"Come on, I'm dying!" Meaty Treat said, pressing the dampness of her pussy against my thigh and letting her hands and lips roam over my body.
"Please, let me just sit here for a few minutes," Sandy pleaded, but she was only pretending to hold still. Actually she was moving inside, her strong vaginal muscles alternately gripping and releasing my enflamed flesh.
"You're not playing fair," Meaty Treat pouted. "Do it fast and let me have him."
"How do you expect me to plan my artistic masterpiece if you don't let me contemplate?" Sandy asked. "There's no better way to commune with the infinite than to sit with your cunt filled with man and let your soul expand while your pussy flexes."
Meaty Treat reached out and whacked her friend on the bottom. "You're driving me crazy just sitting there! Take your damn strokes!"
"Okay, okay! Don't flip out. Here goes my first one," Sandy said and lifted herself until I almost slipped out before slamming back down. "Ahhhhhh, it goes so deep ... so deep!"
My cock was like a flaming torch from end to end. Sandy Plastercaster had a way with cocks that Cleopatra would have given her crown jewels for.
Again Sandy lay with her pubic hair tangled with mine while her inner lips kissed and sucked at me. Then slowly, with infinite care, she withdrew to the very tip of my erection before swooping downward with a force that caused a loud slapping sound where our flesh came together.
"That's two," Meaty Treat counted.
"Yeah, two," Sandy said huskily. "And two on this big old bone are worth a hundred on an ordinary guy."
"You're cheating again!" Meaty Treat accused. "You're cheating 'cause you can't do it as quick as you said."
"Ha,, that's all you know! I'm almost there!" Sandy pulled up one more time and drove against me so hard that my long thick member smashed against her cervix down at the end of her molten canal. She screamed and her buttocks started going like a triphammer as she climaxed, "Did it! Only three strokes and I did it!"
"Three, hell!" Meaty Treat said. "You had at least a dozen there at the end."
"Oh, well, that was when I was coming," the blonde said. "Everyone bounces up and down then."
"Maybe," Meaty Treat conceded. "Now get off. It's my turn. I want that palm tree back in my cunt ... I want to be an attachment to the end of his cock."
"I'll bet that's all you are too," Sandy laughed. "You can't even hold half of him."
"Get off!" Meaty Treat said furiously and her hand came down stingingly on Sandy's bottom again.
"Ouch!" Sandy yelped and rolled off me. "All right, you take six and see if you can make it that fast."
"Six? I'll take as many as I want! You made it, so now I get to!"
"But I want it again, M. T. I need it!" There was no point in my saying anything. I wasn't included in this argument. I was merely a convenience to be used. Meaty Treat was poised over me again. I stared up at reddish hair that had been uncovered when the garish wig was tossed aside, at the freckles on the face rubbed almost clean of makeup, and at the lust in the blue eyes. The lust didn't seem to go with the tiny-little-girl breasts or the flat boyish belly and thin thighs, but it was there and it was real. The sparse thatch of carroty hair that covered her sex parted and slowly pushed against the throbbing head of my prick.
"Ummmmm ... uymmmm," Meaty Treat sighed. "It's just a little bit in and touching the outside flaps. They're kind of holding it and it feels so groovy."
"Let me see," Sandy .said, dropping her head onto my chest so she could watch from only an inch or so away from where my cock joined her friend's cunt. "Hey, yeah, this is great! Move down on him while I watch!"
"Easy does it," Meaty Treat said, lowering herself ever so slowly. "Gotta ease it in so it won't hurt. I want to enjoy it all the way."
"Yeah, I can see it creeping in. God, I don't know how that tight little cunt of yours can hold such a thick thing. I can see the flesh stretching and the juice oozing out. I can smell him ... all spicy and sexy. Hey, I got an idea! Let me help him keep it hard."
"He don't need no help to stay hard," Meaty Treat said. "I think he must have been born with a hard-on."
Sandy wasn't paying any attention. She was too busy getting her head between the other girl's thighs and pressing her mouth against the side of my cock.
Meaty Treat giggled. "Right on! This way we can both have him. Give me a lick or two while you're down there. This'll be a real blast with me fucking him and you licking and sucking both of us."
"I didn't say anything about licking you," Sandy said. "Why should I?"
"Because I'll do it for you the next time, or I'll do that other thing you keep wanting to try ... you know what I mean."
"It's a deal!" Sandy said. "Come on down-that's right-so I can get my tongue on both of you. Yeah, that's great. You taste good like a nice pussy should."
Meaty Treat giggled and gasped all at once. "Oh, groovy!"
The blonde's tongue licked along the side of my shaft and located the younger girl's miniature clit. "Yeah, yeah, do that!" Meaty Treat said. "Now go on into me. Can you run it around him inside of me?"
"Jeez, you're so small and he's so big, I don't know if there's room," Sandy said. "You wanna pull out a little bit and let me get my tongue in?"
I felt Meaty Treat lift upward on my swollen cock and Sandy's tongue slip tantalizingly up it.
"Wild, wild, wild!" Meaty Treat panted as Sandy's tongue slithered in circles around my cock inside the tightness of her palpitating passageway.
This was like nothing that had ever happened to me before. To be held there in that jellied tightness and then have a tongue dart around and around my cock was just more than a man was designed to stand without exploding.
"Hey, he's going to go off!" Meaty Treat shouted gleefully. "And so am I! Wow, that's the fastest ever!"
I moaned and bucked upward as I felt the hot fury of my climax burst on me like a summer storm.
"Right on! Right on!" Meaty Treat yelled, pumping up and down.
"Gobs and gobs of come," Sandy's words were slurred as she squirmed between us, licking at the juice flowing out around my cock.
"And this is only the beginning!" Meaty Treat enthused. "We can go on like this for hours. Of course, we're not turning any tricks, but I think Mother will forgive us when he sees this cock."
"Or hate us for keeping it away from him for so long," Sandy amended.
"Look, haven't you two had enough?" I yelled. "I don't give a damn about your stupid rock group and I'm not going to get mixed up with any fucking queer! Let me up! I'm getting out of here!"
"Will you shut up?" Sandy hissed. "You'll have the pigs in here for sure."
"I know how we can shut him up," Meaty Treat said, "and make him understand once and for all that he's not going anywhere until we get ready to take him to Mother and Lena. Get your stockings and garter belt and panties. We'll tie him up and then he'll be all ours."
"Oh, Jo, darling, you get such groovy ideas!" Sandy said, scrambling around the room and picking up their scattered underthings. "Wow, the things we'll do to this guy will blow your mind!"
"He's gonna blow more than my mind before I'm through," Meaty Treat giggled as they bound my wrists and ankles with nylons, elastic garter belts and skimpy panties.
"And we'll blow more than his mind," Sandy said, laughing and hugging herself. "I wouldn't be surprised if we could kill him with sex. Have you ever wanted to do that to a man-fuck him to death?"
"What a groove!" Meaty Treat whooped in delight.
Suddenly I was more afraid of them than of the police. "Help! Help!" I shouted.
"Shall I gag him?" Meaty Treat asked.
"No, we're going to need that red-hot mouth of his," Sandy said. "I've got something to put in it right now." She moved up my naked body, smearing her wet cunt all over it. In a moment, she was straddling my face and I was staring up into the open pink portals surrounded by the thick cover of blonde hair. I remembered how I had seen that same golden gate invaded by her late customer's long black cock. I knew his come as well as mine must still be simmering deep in her subterranean depths.
"You're gonna eat it, Josh," the girl said. "You're gonna lick it and suck it real good for me, aren't you, big man?"
I lay there almost hypnotized by the pungent blonde muff and the girlishly small cunt against my lips. I could smell the excitement of the girl and taste the salt-perfume-femaleness of her juices laced with the extra pungency of the male jism with which she had been filled. I fought against the lustful desire for what she was offering me.
"Well, superstud, you just gonna lie there? You better start using that tongue of yours!"
"Go away," I muttered, but my voice was muffled by her damp flesh and wet hair over my mouth.
"You either do it or I'll close my legs on your head and press down until you smother," Sandy threatened, and I felt the thighs tighten against my cheeks and the pubes slide over more of my face.
Meaty Treat had been running her hands and lips over my belly and thighs but now she stopped to watch what her friend was doing. "Hey, that looks like fun! Scrunch up a little and let me sit there too."
Sandy inched up, deliberately dragging the wetness of her cunt over my mouth and nose. JoAnne sat down directly behind her with her arms around the plaster-caster's waist, her body molded against the blonde's back.
"Now he can do it to us both at once," Meaty Treat said. "Won't that be a gas?"
"Wow! Far out!" Sandy said. "But he isn't doing anything. He's just lying there like a lump."
"He'd better do something or he'll end up in the slammer for sure," Meaty Treat said.
I didn't know if she'd really carry out her threat or not, but I did know this had to be the wildest, most improbable thing that had ever happened to a guy in the history of sex. Here I was lying helpless and bound, staring up at two lust-inflamed, pink-nectared gullies; one blonde and girlishly pert, the other barely covered with carrot-colored fuzz and childishly tight. I sputtered and coughed as the furry fissures made moist aromatic paths across my face while strong slender thighs squeezed my neck and head.
"You better start doing what we want, Josh," Sandy said, grabbing a handful of my hair and pulling hard. "If you don't, we'll do something awful to you."
"Yes, we're gonna stay right here until you bring us both off," Meaty Treat added, reaching behind her to grip my erection with a none to gentle hand. "You hear? If you don't eat both of us at once, you'll never get up again."
"Right!" Sandy said. "We'll keep you a prisoner here for the rest of your natural life."
The threat didn't impress me because I already knew they had other plans for me, but by then my resistance, what little there was, had become nonexistent. I wanted to do what they wanted me to, so why not go ahead and get it over with? The golden Sandy treat was there for the taking. My lips pressed against the pink ones, my tongue explored through the golden forest and found the hard nubbin of her clitoris at the top of the marshy slit. I nursed it into life and drew it between my lips.
"Ohhhhh, that's it! That's what I want!" Sandy cried, hot silken thighs urging me on. "More, more, more!"
"Me too, me too!" JoAnne cried.
Desperately my lips and tongue worked. I ran my tongue tantalizingly down one spicy channel and then skipped to the other, worrying the outer lips, slipping between them and darting out again through the dripping rain forests, working circles around the throbbing passion centers of both girls. They squealed in unison, and their cute bottoms wriggled with delight.
"Ohhhhhhh yeeeeaaaaah," Sandy moaned.
"Wooooooweeeeee," Meaty Treat echoed.
My mouth was filled with the rich juices of lust, my face wet with them, but I was too excited to notice details like that. All I could think of was the lovely little honeypots that were flaming into volcanic life under my adoring tongue and lips.
"Oh, that talented tongue," Sandy Plastercaster sighed, shivering as each new thrill raced through her body.
"And those know-it-all lips!" JoAnne panted, rolling her belly like a snake danger.
My tongue was deep between the rosy lips of Sandy's cunt and I was probing to the center of her being. She was sobbing in a continuous rhythm of joy, her strong young thighs squeezing as though she wanted to crush my head. JoAnne was sobbing too, but it was because of lack of attention, so I moved quickly from the musky vault of the blonde to the smaller slit between Meaty Treat's legs. I opened my mouth wide and took her entire cunt in one gulp, sucking strongly on the pink-jellied folds under their covering of peach fuzz.
"I can't stand it! I can't stand it! I'm blasting off for the moon!" Meaty Treat screamed and her dilating opening closed tight in spasmodic sucking motions. Her howl was accompanied by a bouncing that made slapping sounds against my face.
"Now me! Now me!" Sandy begged.
My tiring tongue drove deep into the golden glade, snaking in and out, gliding over the pearl pink lips, while JoAnne helped by kissing her friend's back and neck and running her hands over the soft belly and thighs until Sandy too roared into paradise on a flaming chariot.
"I'm over! I'm over!" she cried and squashed her new wetness tight against my face.
"Like man, that was really great," Meaty Treat said, falling back and away from me. "I was the love goddess of the world and my faithful slave was making like I was candy."
Sandy started to pull away too and then changed her mind. "Here you go, cunt-licker, lick off my thighs for me."
Meekly I did as ordered, lapping at the rivulets of cunt juice that ran from between the swollen red lips, dripped from the thick golden hair and formed little streams that coursed down her thighs. I knew that I was licking up my own jism too as well as that of the black youth who had preceded me in her cunt, but that didn't seem to matter very much. All that mattered was Sandy's pungent liquid.
"He's really something else," Sandy said. "He's better than a lap dog. I wish we could keep him to ourselves forever."
"Yeah, that would be groovy," Meaty Treat agreed, "but we got to think about Mother Courage and Lena and that deal with Eva, you know."
"You're right, we have responsibilities," Sandy said, "plus I have my dedication to my art."
The two girls stretched out on either side of me, their slim young bodies glistening with the sweat of love.
"What about the deal with Eva?" Sandy asked. "We're just as important to it as the guy. We're going to have to do a lot of pretending."
"Don't worry about me," JoAnne giggled. "Once I get my hair done up in pigtails and my little-girl dress on, even my own rock group won't know me."
I hadn't any idea what they were talking about and I wasn't really interested. I was trying to get my breath back and marveling at the hot spiciness of their youthful juices in my mouth and throat.
"Hey, look, Sandy!" Meaty Treat said. "He's still all stiff and swollen!"
I stared at myself along with the girls. It was true. I was as hard as I'd ever been.
Sandy laughed and reached out to pat my prick. "Poor thing. How are we gonna get him over to Eva's with that sticking out in front of him?"
"I don't know," Meaty Treat said, shaking her head. "Just look at the size of that cock!"
"Yeah. I think it's the one I've been looking for all my life. He will be the centerpiece in my collection of thirty plaster cocks," Sandy said. "I'll bet it hurts standing up like that. Why don't we be nice to him? He was awfully nice to us."
"Groovy! We can worry about getting him over to Eva's later," Meaty Treat said, rolling over to sprawl on top of me, mouth poised over my throbbing distension. "You come at him from the other side, Sandy, and we'll give our boy the biggest thrill of his life."
"Don't do me any favors," I said, pulling uselessly at my bonds. "Just let me go."
"No chance," Sandy said. "You're in pain and we're hereto help."
"Think of us as your nurses," Meaty Treat said.
"Yeah, cock nurses," Sandy added.
Unable to move, I could only lie there and stare at the pert mounds of JoAnne's buttocks and wonder what was coming next. I didn't have long to wait. The two girls bent their heads and Meaty Treat's lips closed over the rounded nub at the tip of my prick. She licked it and sucked it for a few moments and then passed it to Sandy. "Here, have a taste. It's delish."
The second pair of hot lips sucked me in, and I moaned, half with pleasure and half with exasperation. These two were treating my cock as though it were a lollipop, passing it back and forth like the kids they were.
"Yum ... yummy," Sandy said, licking up the side as she might an ice cream cone.
"These are good too," Meaty Treat said, rolling one of the tender pods at the base of my cock in her mouth until I groaned aloud. "It's kind of like a jawbreaker, you know ... only more so."
"This old prick is so long and thick, I'll bet there's enough for both of us at once," Sandy said. "You take the base and I'll take the tip and ... "
I almost leaped off the mattress as Sandy's flaming mouth engulfed the quivering head of my cock, drew it in past her scraping teeth and halfway down her throat while Meaty Treat's precocious tongue parted the thick wiry brush of my pubic hair and licked hot paths across the twin spheres at the root of my manhood.
They had been squirming and twisting around on top of me as they gobbled and nibbled at me, and now Sandy was stretched out on my body, rubbing her girl brush into my chest and trying to drive her hard young breasts through my belly. Her rounded bottom was close to my face, swaying past my lips and nose as she moved.
The two hot mouths were turning me into a helpless mass of burning flesh. I had no will of my own, no being, only response. I had become a volcano of lust, a fire bomb about to go off. an accident on the way to happening. These two little girls were gobbling me like I was Christmas dinner at the orphanage.
"So good ... so strong ... so yummy," JoAnne mumbled between mouthfuls.
"Yeah, I can feel him throbbing 'way down in my throat," Sandy said, releasing me for a moment. "But I want some attention, too."
She looked back over her shoulder, eyes lighting up with inspiration. "Hey, I know what!" She slid farther I back until her girlish buttocks were touching my cheeks, my nose and mouth trapped between them. "Do it to me there with your tongue, groovy man."
"No! Please, no!" I protested. Hadn't I been humiliated enough? Hadn't they already treated me like some sex slave in ancient Sodom? Not this, too!
"You better do it," Sandy said. "Get that tongue going or I'll bite this off!"
I yelped in fear as sharp teeth nipped at my pulsating cock.
"I'm not putting you on," Sandy said. "Instead of having a plaster cast of this superprick of yours hanging in my collection, I might have the real thing if you don't get with it and do me from the back."
Meaty Treat looked up. "How come you're so hung up on that? You been dying to have someone do that ever since I've known you."
Sandy grinned. "Right. I saw Uncle Stanley doing it to the maid one night a long time ago. I tried to get him to do it to me, but all he wanted was my little golden love nest, as he called it. Come on, superstud, get your tongue in my ass!"
With a mental shrug, I went on to the final degradation at the hands of these two outrageous girls. My lips searched hesitantly between the tightly packed globes of flesh, found the tiny aperture she wanted served and opened to let my tongue prod at the tightness.
"In! In!" Sandy commanded, and I obeyed, stabbing deep while she moaned with pleasure. "Yes ... yes ... that's it! I can feel it all over!"
Her mouth closed on my prick again, her greedy lips joining JoAnne's. They were doing things that turned me into jelly, creating sensations I hadn't known existed, threatening to draw my whole being from my body. I didn't have time to think of the degrading thing I was doing for Sandy. My maleness was being so fantastically assaulted that all else was blotted out.
"It won't be long," Sandy said around her mouthful of prick. "I can feel him building up. He's going to turn into a fountain pretty quick."
"Let me have the top! I want to taste it when he comes!" Meaty Treat said.
"No, he's mine, all mine!" Sandy said, and her tongue and lips returned to working at superspeed on my hot cannon.
My tongue was also working, and the girl reared back at me with every thrust. Her sphincter muscle felt like a rubber band contracting around my tongue and compressing it into a smaller, softer imitation prick. I could feel the nearness of her climax and taste the increased flow of tangy liquids. Then I felt the fluttery quivering in my scrotum that told me I was about to erupt. I groaned and pistoned my tongue into Sandy. She screeched and banged my head against the dusty mattress as she came and I burst violently into her burning mouth.
"Give me some ... give me!" Meaty Treat yelled, dragging my spurting cock away from her friend's mouth and capturing it between eager lips.
"Oh, joy, so much, so much," Sandy was still spasming through her orgasm as she joined the other girl in paying homage to my incredible flood. They licked at it from either side of the shaft, off my balls and thighs and chased stray drops through my pubic hair.
"Man, that was the big one," Sandy said a few minutes later. "And did you see what he did for me?"
"Yeah, but why didn't I get in on it?" Meaty Treat sulked. "I've never had that either."
"You will, baby, you will," Sandy said consolingly and patted the flat fuzz-covered mound.
"Will you do it for me, Sandy love?" Meaty Treat as-ked, kissing the other girl on the lips. "Gee, you taste like his come."
"So do you, silly," Sandy giggled. "No, I won't do it for you, baby. I won't have to. As soon as we get this Eva thing going, there will be lots of people willing to do it for both of us. But what we got to do right now is figure out a way to get Josh over to Eva's."
"Yeah." JoAnne thought for a moment. "Why don't we just let him walk over there by himself?"
"Because he'd never show up, that's why. Once we untie him and let him out of here, he'll take off like a bat out of hell."
"No, he won't. He wouldn't dare, even if he really wanted to, which I don't think he does."
"What do you mean?"
"Look at him! Does he look unhappy to you? There he lies with his mouth and face all smeared with come and an idiotic smile on his lips. You'd think he had fallen into a pile of shit and came up smelling like violets. He's just putting us on when he talks about getting out of here."
Sandy studied me. "Yeah, you might be right, but ... "
"And if he does take off, he's dead," Meaty Treat continued. "I'll go down to the pig pen and tell them I'm only eleven, that he raped me and that I have two witnesses to prove it. You hear that, Josh?. You can't run very far without any money, and there'll be a dragnet out for you from here to the border in a couple of hours. And when they catch you, they won't know when to stop charging you with things."
Sandy nodded. "Yeah, I could find old superspade easy enough and he'd have to testify with me or go to jail himself on the same charge. Looks like you're up the well-known creek without the well-known paddle, Josh. You better listen to us."
"So after he gets some sleep, we'll clean him up and let him get dressed. Then he'll march himself over to Eva's and keep her occupied while we go square things with Mother Courage and Lena. Right?"
"Right!" Sandy said and nudged me with her foot. "Say, 'Right,' stud!"
"Right," I said wearily.
Chapter Five
It was late the next afternoon when I found myself on the way to Eva's pad, clutching the paper sack containing the bottle of wine I had bought with the two dollars Meaty Treat had forgotten to take back. I wanted to just take the wine and go off somewhere and get drunk, but I knew that was impossible. With the threat of arrest for child molestation and rape hanging over my head, I didn't dare take a chance on disobeying the two groupies. On top of that, I had no place to go and no money to get there. I didn't even have a buddy I could crash with. Pat O'Mara had a wife who harbored a very cordial dislike of me because of what she called my "bad influence" on her husband, and almost everyone else I knew had gone off to Mexico to make nudie flicks. That left me with just two choices-start hitchhiking out of town and prepare to run and hide for the rest of my life, or get on over to Eva's and find out what kind of a deal she and the girls were joining forces on.
The last thing Meaty Treat had told me was not to let Eva know that I knew her or Sandy. "Eva is just contrary enough to dump the whole deal if she suspects we set you up. Let her think including you is her own idea ... it was actually ... we just convinced you to cooperate."
"But you haven't told me what the deal is," I complained.
The two girls looked at each other, and Sandy Plastercaster grinned. "Why don't we let Eva tell him? It'll be more of a surprise that way."
"Right on!" Meaty Treat had agreed and the pair of them had broken into lewd laughter.
So I wasn't looking forward to my visit with Eva. I was drifting in the general direction of her place but I was in no hurry to get there.
Half an hour later I was making my way down an alleyway that led to the rear door of a boarded-up store on Yucca. The old man who owned it had sold second-hand furniture in the front and had his living quarters in two rooms in the back. When he got too sick and frail to stay alone, the authorities had carted him off to the county hospital and padlocked the place. Eva had been prowling around one day, found the rear door unlocked, and immediately claimed the rooms for herself. Although she made good money writing scripts for horror flicks, most of it went to pushers, so a place to live rent free was her idea of heaven. She had dragged in a lumpy, stained mattress, saying that all the furniture a bedroom needed was something to fuck on. In the other room she had set up an unpainted table and a beaten-up kitchen chair.
On the table she placed her most prized possession, a fairly new portable typewriter that one of her hippie friends had liberated from a repair shop. Beside it was a package of typing paper, carbon, and an eraser. It was the only thing she really took care of and was always clean and in working order, ready at a moment's notice to record for posterity any gem that entered her mind. But unfortunately, her mind was such a drugged swamp that nothing ever entered it except the haunted nightmare she turned into horror scripts for whatever outfit she was working for. So mostly the typewriter just sat there as a silent reminder of the fact that Eva had once been the poetess of the counterculture but had absorbed too much counterculture in the form of white powders and crystals until she had found herself in a happy Consciousness III state without anywhere to go. The only thing I had ever seen on the sheet rolled into the machine was a list of synonyms for male and female genitals.
When I reached the door, I tapped on it lightly, pushed it open, and went in. The ever present scent of incense assailed my nose, and I stopped and grimaced, listening for a sound from the other room. I heard a soft snore and grinned. Setting my package down, I started across the floor, then thought better of it and went back and got the wine. Now that I was here I might as well enjoy it. I had a standing invitation to come by and ball, so I might as well let Eva think I was just taking her up on it one more time. Breaking the seal on the bottle, I unzipped my pants and let my ever-ready cock spring free. Eva was in for a surprised!
But I was the one who got the surprise. A sleeping figure was sprawled on the mattress but it wasn't Eva. It wasn't even female. It was a naked, skinny, hairy young man, and from the sticky wetness on and around his collapsed prick, he had just been fucked.
"Josh!" Eva's voice came from the door to the bathroom. She was naked too, except for the floppy-brimmed hat she rarely took off. Her thin, high-breasted body glistened with a sheen of sweat and her eyes were glittery, her face flushed. She was always high on something and, although I didn't approve of it, I tried not to let it distract me. My gaze dropped to the triangular mat of dark pubic hair and the reddish slit that divided it. There was a trickle of translucent jism coming from between the puffy lips and I knew it had come from the sleeping youth, but after the session with the groupie girls, a little thing like that couldn't turn me off.
"Oh Josh, I'm so glad you stopped by," Eva gushed. "And you brought wine! How nice!" She broke into an excited giggle as she stared at my bare, erect cock. "Looks like you brought me something else too. Let's not waste any time. Come on over and put that great big beautiful dong in my simmering pussy." Her hand closed on my sensitive shaft, pulling at it to urge me toward the mattress.
"Hey, not so fast!" I said. "Who's the dude?"
Eva gave the sleeping youth a disdainful glance. "Buffalo Pete. Don't let him bug you. He brought me some speed and grass so I let him fuck me, but he conked out as soon as it was over. I think he said he shot some smack a while ago, so he'll probably sleep for hours. I was so depressed I sniffed a little meth and now I feel all groovy and sexy. You couldn't have picked a better time to arrive all hard and raring to go. Come on, Josh, fuck me!"
I held her off, uncapped the bottle and took a long swallow. Then I handed it to her and walked to the side of the snoring youth. "I don't dig AC-DC scenes," I said, hauling the limp body off the mattress and depositing it in the farthest corner. "He's so dead to the world, he won't know the difference and if I keep my back to him, maybe I can forget he's there."
Eva giggled, sipped at the wine and set the bottle down carefully on the floor near the mattress. "You're hopeless, Josh. What's wrong with fucking anyone who wants to? You're just not tuned in to the right vibes."
I sprawled beside her. "You mean I'm a square? So what else is new? You've told me that before."
She reached for my genitals with both hands, fingers searching though the tangle of brown hair for my balls and following the roots of the pulsing, heavily veined cock to its tapered tip. Then she fondled the testicles again, an enraptured smile lighting up her narrow face.
I watched the bony fingers with their dirty broken fingernails move up and down my shaft and tried to swallow the wave of disaster that swept through me. Dammit, I like clean women! Eva was too liberated to take many baths and it showed. I shut my eyes so I wouldn't have to watch, and the stale musty odor in the room seemed to get stronger. I had been here before but somehow I never got used to the sweetish-sour smell of unwashed flesh, dried-up sex juices, dust and sweat.
But as Eva's lips followed her hands and her mouth closed over my prick, I forgot everything but what that hot wet mouth was doing. Who was I to be so fastidious, anyway? There were worse things than dirty fingernails and grimy skin. Hadn't I just come from doing one of the filthiest things imaginable-fucking a child? I needed a woman to take the foul stench out of my soul, and whatever else Eva was or wasn't, she was a woman. As I knew well, she had a flaming cunt under that mat of wiry hair, and, high on meth, she'd be more than a match for my gargantuan appetite.
Something touched my belly and I opened my eyes and looked down. It was the brim of that ridiculous hat. I could feel what Eva's lips and tongue were doing, but all I could see was the crown of that damn hat. "Chrissakes, Eva, don't you ever take that stupid thing off?" I growled.
She raised her head and looked at me. "Sometimes. But I like it ... it makes me feel like ... like a lady, you know."
"Huh? Oh yeah, sure," I said. Even the Evas of this world have a right to feel like that once in a while. I sighed and reached for the bottle.
"No, don't drink any more!" she said, scrambling up my body. "Don't pass out like Buffalo did. Wine is as bad for you as horse is for him. Here, I'll take the hat off! Is that better? Are you happy now?"
Without waiting for an answer, she flung the hat aside and straddled me, yanking my belt open and popping a couple of buttons off my shirt in her haste to get me stripped. I shrugged clear of the shirt while she tugged my pants off and sent my sandals flying after them. Then she was sliding up me. Holding her breasts in her hands, she scraped her hardened nipples up the insides of my thighs, poked them about in the thick underbrush at the base of my towering staff, burrowing deep until they found the ripe-nut shapes of my balls and captured them with spongy woman flesh.
Upward she crept, slowly upward. The feel of her hot wet cunt moving up my thighs and belly blotted out every thought and desire except sex. I sucked in my breath and reached to hurry her along. But she wasn't going to be rushed. She guided her breasts into the creases where my legs joined my body, across my hard flat belly, and into the forest of curling hair on my chest. She located my nipples with hers and moved them around and around on each other while her lower body played games with my seeking cock. I felt the tickle of hair, the warm dampness as the pulpy lips of her cunt opened and began to engulf me only to retreat until she was just barely touching the hair again.
"Eva, don't tease!" I growled, moving my hands to her hips and trying to shove her downward onto my aching prick. "We can play later. Right now I want the real thing."
She giggled and resisted for a few seconds more, then suddenly let me force her onto my rigid penis and sank down its full length in one quick swoop. Her breath whistled past my ear and I heard my own groan of pleasure. Eva might not be the cleanest chick in the world but she sure knew how to fuck.
She drew her knees up along my flanks, spreading her dripping cunt wide and began revolving on the axis of my prick so that I was hitting all sides of her slippery tunnel at once. "Groovy, man, groovy," she chanted. "I can feel it all the way up to my belly button ... big thick cock thumping, bumping , ... thumping, bumping."
I didn't try to answer. Her legs pressing along the sides of my thighs grew hot. Her cunt gyrated against me. I got my hands on her waist so I could guide and control her movements, not wanting her to rock too hard in any direction and accidentally spill me out of that steaming pussy.
Abruptly Eva quit moving and raised herself on her hands, stretching her torso upward until her breasts were close to my lips. "Can you reach them? Please, Josh, hold them ... squeeze them ... bite them ... suck them! God, they're on fire! I'm on fire all over! Suck my tits while you fuck me!"
I drew my hands up her thin sides, feeling the protruding ribs before my hands closed on the hard-fleshed globes. I kneaded and squeezed them and when finally I brought them to my mouth and nipped at the hot, puckered peaks, a shudder of ecstasy rippled through Eva.
She began riding me in earnest then. I shoved upward, driven by harsh desire, as she plunged and thrust, grating against my hipbones. Her cunt and belly whacked against me loudly, causing echoes in the almost empty room, and I rammed my arching cock to the farthest depths of her.
We were fucking so fast now that I could barely keep my mouth on the bouncing, joggling breasts. Holding on with my teeth to the nipple, I sucked in as much flesh as possible on the upward movement, then let it stretch out taut when she slammed down again. This drove Eva crazy. She got her hands between us and captured the soft sacs of my balls, stroking, feeling, nails digging in slightly while I pounded in and out of her. I gasped and felt the muscles deep inside her lusting slit contract. I bit down hard on the nipple in my mouth, arching my back and bucking hard against her. She cried out as she came, and I lunged upward a few more times until her body went rigid, head thrown back and mouth open in a silent scream.
My cock moved against the spasming walls, flung about by the contractions of her cunt, my thickness swaying with her demands. I could feel the tightening inside my belly and felt passion run over the edge of my mind as I came in great, jetting drops, holding her breasts in an iron grip while my body shuddered with the fury of my completion.
I didn't have time to go limp. Eva had turned into a whirling dervish, a tornado gone mad. The torrid, slippery gully of her cunt held me captive, refused to let me go, devouring me with ravaging lips and burning passageway. My lust flamed to match hers. My cock grew harder and thicker and my body became a raging inferno of want. Sanity was slipping away and I didn't care. All that mattered was to keep slamming into that fiery pit forever.
But nothing lasts forever, especially not lust when it reaches such uncontrollable heights, and soon we were thundering to another shattering orgasm, jolting and smashing together as spine-jarring convulsions threatened to tear us apart.
"Wow, man, wow!" Eva gasped when we had collapsed in a dripping wet tangle, reeking of each other's juices. "Let's keep doing that all night!"
"Well," I panted, rolling her off me and closing my eyes. "Just let me rest a few minutes."
"Josh, don't go to sleep!" she wailed, rubbing feverish hands all over me. "I'm so hot ... got to have more!"
"Stop that!" I said, slapping her hands away and turning onto my stomach so she couldn't reach my traitorous cock. I was still tired from my nonstop bout with Meaty Treat and Sandy, but my prick didn't care about that. "Let me rest!"
"Okay, okay," she whimpered and turned her stroking, caressing fingers on herself, squeezing her breasts and plucking at the rubbery brown nipples. Sitting beside me, she spread her knees wide, and I saw her shove a couple of fingers into her sloppy cunt and begin to work them in and out. Almost asleep, I heard her breath rasp and catch in her throat in a strangled sob as she jammed more and more of her hand into the tortured crevice.
"Damn, damn, damn! I can't make it! This isn't enough! Nothing would be enough after that huge prick of yours!"
I made a sound that was halfsnort, halfsnore.
"All right, sleep you stupid pig! Rest and rest fast! I'll go in the John and smoke a joint to smooth me out but I won't be long ... hear?"
"Um," I muttered. I heard the click of the bathroom door closing and let myself drift off. I don't know how long I'd been dozing when I became aware that hands were wandering over my body again. They were soft and gentle as they massaged my shoulder muscles, stroked down my back, softly squeezed my buttocks and sent tickling fingers between my thighs. I made no objection as they moved to grip the renewed swelling of my cock, fondling and exploring, while the warm body pressed against my back, urging me toward the middle of the mattress.
What was the matter with the girl? Why didn't she come around to the other side where there was plenty of room? But I was so drowsy that I moved over without opening my eyes, abandoning myself to sensuous enjoyment as a fervid mouth replaced the hands on my prick and a tongue teased the rounded cap. It was nice just to lie there and let myself be blown ... pleasant to let the woman do all the work and just relax, half sleep, while she sucked me.
The hot mouth moved, running down my thighs and around to my buttocks, the caressing tongue dipping into the crevice between the cheeks while the hands recaptured my swollen shaft, gripping it almost savagely. Too sleepy to protest, I felt the tongue lick and then penetrate my anus, sliding in and out with increasing passion. Hell, I hadn't known Eva dug that, but it figured since she recognized no taboos of any kind. It didn't particularly turn me on, but the hands on my cock were keeping me happy so I didn't complain.
But what was Eva giggling about? And how could the sound be coming from in front of me when she was behind me? Suddenly the tongue was withdrawn and something butted against me, something hard and hurting was shoving up my ass.
"Yoooooowwwwlll!" The howl was jolted out of me and my head snapped around to see who or what was behind me just as a long shaft sank to the hilt in me. I screamed with pain, and outrage and tried to pull away. But I was trapped. Strong fingers manipulated and held me prisoner while the burning rod plunged in and out of me.
"Let go of me!" I yelled furiously, kicking backwards with my feet and swinging my free elbow at the head behind my shoulders in my efforts to release myself from the clutches of Buffalo Pete. But although I was the bigger man, it couldn't be done. The hands on my dong refused to let loose, and the stabbing cock sent fire like a thunderbolt to the core of my being.
"Do it, Buffy! Give him the thrill of his life! Fuck him, Buffy! Fuck Josh in the ass good and hard!" Eva was sitting facing me, laughing hysterically as the youth's hard prong burned in and out like a hot poker.
"Damn you!" I snarled and lashed out at her with my fist. She ducked back out of reach, laughing so hard tears were streaming down her face.
I slashed backward then and this time I caught the little bastard on the side of the head. He grunted and before I could hit him again, he pumped deep one more time and I felt the lava-hot spurt of his come spray the depths of my intestines.
Chapter Six
Buffalo Pete's hands were still working on my cock, trying to make me come when I finally managed to break away from him. I stood up on the mattress, glowering down at him while he grinned up at me foolishly.
"No offense, man. I was just groovin' a little."
"No offense!" I roared. My asshole ached and burned as though it was on fire and his lousy jism was running down my legs. No offense! I leaned forward and swung. My fist caught him on the side of the jaw, lifting him and sending him sprawling in an unconscious heap on the floor.
"Aw, Josh, what did you do that for?" Eva asked reproachfully. "He only wanted to have some fun. Nobody gets uptight anymore about sex. Only squares discriminate on the basis of man or woman. It really doesn't matter who does what to whom. The important thing is for two human bodies to love each other. It makes no difference who you fuck, just so you do it."
"It makes a difference to me! I'm no fucking unisexual! The only bodies I want touching mine are female!"
"Aw, come off it, Josh! You lost your male virginity and you loved it, why not admit it?"
"Because it's not true!" I bellowed. "And where the Christ were you while he was creeping up on me? You knew how I felt and you let him do it anyway! I oughta belt you one, too!"
She cringed away from me. "Don't hit me, Josh. I really didn't do it on purpose. I was coming back to wake you and when I saw what Buffalo was up to, it just struck me as funny and I didn't stop him. I'm sorry."
"So okay, forget it," I said, "but if you thought that was going to turn me on to the queer bit, you're crazy. All I got out of it was a sore asshole."
"Well, he sure enjoyed it," she said, coming toward me on her knees. "Look, his jism is still running down your legs." She leaned forward and started licking at the gooey streaks.
"Stop that!" I said, angry again. The idea of her cleaning another guy's come off me with her tongue was almost as repulsive as having that hard rod rammed into my ass.
She shrugged and sat back on her heels. "You're such an incurable prig, Josh. I thought once Buffalo was fucking you, you'd relax and enjoy it ... and you should have. I was getting all heated up just watching and I was going to let both of you fuck me afterwards. I was going to take both of you at the same time ... right in here."
She spread her knees and opened the lips of her cunt with her fingers. All wet and puffed up the way it was, it did look big enough to hold two full-grown men at once. But I'd had my fill of weirdo sex. All I wanted to do now was get drunk. I reached for the bottle.
"Oh, no, you don't!" Eva said, twisting around and grabbing it before I could. She hugged it to her, a sly smile crossing her lips. Tell you what, I'll let you have some if you'll go down on me."
She flexed her thighs in invitation. I'd had an overdose of that the night before and was about to shake my head when an unbidden, unwanted memory flashed through my mind. How many times had I indulged in that kind of lovemaking with Pam and never got tired of it? How many hours had I spent feasting in the fragrant garden, lapping at the lovely pink petals that guarded her perfect pleasure trove while she screamed her way through orgasm after orgasm?
Christ, how that lanky English wench had loved to have her cunt licked! During the six months I had spent with her, I had become an expert in that erotic art, learning all the finer points of enflaming the clitoris with circular movements of the tongue and making it swell with sucking lips. Yes, Pam had really dug that, and I had flipped over doing it with her. But Eva wasn't Pam. Eva wasn't even Meaty Treat or Sandy. Pam had been almost compulsively clean, taking constant perfumed baths and spraying herself with deodorants and cologne. If Eva had ever heard of either, she had long ago forgotten. And she didn't have the you' and freshness of the two groupies going for her either.
"How old are you, Eva?" I asked.
"Twenty-two. Why? What difference does that make?"
"None," I said, but I was surprised. She looked at least forty. She had been doing her thing with drugs for too long, and they had been doing their thing with her. Pity stirred inside me as I looked at the lank black hair, at the thin, almost emaciated, body. She was so different from Pam.
A rush of anger filled me at the comparison. I didn't want to think about Pam. That was over and done with and I wanted to forget it. I had loved her deeply and trained myself to serve her the way she preferred, and then she had left me, fleeing to Europe with a lesbian star who could give her only another variety of the same thing.
"Please, Josh, I'd do it for you." Eva said, wriggling her pussy at me. "Besides, I have a special reason for wanting you to do it ... something to do with a job."
"A job? What kind of job? Taking part in a live sex show in a nudie bar?" Maybe I was going to find out now what her deal was with Meaty Treat and Sandy Plastercaster.
"Not exactly. This would be a little more private than that. A big dude like you with an oversized cock and the ability to keep going would be ideal for the job I have in mind. But this person I know who digs lots of sex also likes a little versatility, you know. So why don't you show roe how good you are at eating pussy?"
"I'm not sure I want a job like that. Tell me more about it."
"There's a lot of bread involved," Eva said. "Enough for you and me and a couple of other people, but you'll have to get over all your silly hangups ... like not wanting to eat a woman."
"Hell, I can eat cunt better than most guys," I boasted.
"Then show me," she said, "and remember, there's more bread to be had than you've ever seen."
I thought about that. Maybe the real reason Pam had taken off with Stacy had been the size of Stacy's bank account, not that she preferred her brand of love-making to mine. Maybe if I could get my hands on some real money, she would come back to me.
"All right," I said. "Give me a drink first."
Eva grinned and unscrewed the cap on the wine bottle, then giggling wildly, splashed the tawny liquid all over herself. "Come and get it! You can have all you want as long as you lick it off me!"
I fell to my knees and began lapping greedily at the puddle in the hollow of her belly. First good idea she's had yet, I thought. The wine will kill the taste of her and she will kill the memory of Pam. I took the bottle from her and poured into the molten cup between her thighs, then bent my head to begin the rite of exorcism.
I got my hands under her skinny butt, fingers pressing deep into the pitiful mounds of flesh as my mouth assaulted the pinkish-gray folds that comprised the outer lips of her cunt. Wine was trickling through the matted black hair, dripping onto the gelatinous folds beneath. I licked up every drop while Eva squirmed and wriggled. Working my way up between the wide furrows, my tongue touched the alcohol-drenched cove that housed the niblet of sensitive tissue that was her clit. She squealed and dribbled more wine on the spot.
"Drink up, Josh!"
I did, catching every drop while I circled the erect button and stabbed at it in a way I knew would send tingling shocks all through her.
"Yes, yes, yes," Eva sighed. "Groovy, Josh, groovy!"
I drew the nub between my lips, making my teeth soft yet fierce as I bit and nibbled. Eva poured my reward slowly through the thicket of hair, and I tongued my way down the slippery fissure to the overflowing chalice at its other end.
Her thighs, whacked back and forth around my head, hips rising as she pumped her cunt up into my face. She cried out as my tongue plunged deep into her channel awash with wine and sex juices. She was clinging to me now, thighs against my cheeks while she thrust and twisted passionately against my avid mouth.
"Yes, yes, do that!" she husked as I fucked her steadily with my tongue drawn into a tube. "Yes, all the way! Go as deep as you can!"
I was in pretty far already. I could feel the slick sides of the pungent tunnel and the tiny internal muscles sucking at me, trying to draw me deeper. Her clit was rubbing along my upper lip and my nose was buried in the black odorous pubic hair.
"Suck me, suck me, suck me!" she begged.
I opened my mouth and filled it with her, the hot juice of her lust flowing down my throat. I choked a little, slid my tongue around in a crazy lopsided circle and bit at the clitoris. My squeamishness at the girl's lack of cleanliness was forgotten now. All that concerned me was that this was woman flesh and I lusted for it.
I drove my tongue in and out, letting it flicker in every direction while she poured more wine into the flaming slit and into my mouth. Drawing the pulpy lips between my teeth and plunging my tongue as far inside her as it would go, I felt the beginnings of her orgasm.
"Oh Josh, Josh, Josh!" she babbled and then let her head roll back, incoherent gibberish issuing from her lips. She drove against my mouth hard and then fresh juices flowed into my mouth and down my throat.
When she finally went limp and fell away from me, I rolled over onto my back and stared at the cracked ceiling, trying not to think of Pam, trying to believe I was drunk.
"We're going to get that job, Josh," Eva said when her breathing had slowed to normal.
I glanced at her. "You sound awfully sure."
She nodded. "I am. You are without a doubt the man Mrs. Vanders is looking for."
"And who is Mrs. Vanders?"
"Sheila Vanders. Remember Sheila Dickson, the sex-bomb of a few years back?"
"Yeah, but she must be getting along a little by now," I said.
"You won't think so when you see her," Eva said. "She's tall and has beautiful auburn hair and the longest, sexiest legs you ever laid eyes on."
"Sounds like you dig her yourself."
She giggled. "You know me, Josh. I swing every way there is to swing. I dig sweet pussy just as much as I do hard cock."
I squirmed inwardly. Sometimes Eva was a little much. But who was I to feel holier-than-thou ... me, who had fucked an eleven-year-old!
"So this Sheila is a dream girl," I said, "and loaded with money. What's that got to do with us?"
"I'm trying to tell you. Sheila's married to a guy who hasn't touched her for years, so she arranges her own entertainment while he indulges in his specialty. And before you ask, I'll tell you ... Asa Vanders is a kid freak."
"A what?"
"A kid freak. He digs the under-twelve set. He likes to fuck little girls. I guess lots of people do or there wouldn't be a Rene Guyon Society."
I shuddered and reached for the bottle, taking a long gulp before I asked, "What is a Rene Guyon?"
She giggled and had some wine too. "It's a man's name. Rene Guyon was a French psychiatrist and writer who advocated sexual freedom for children as a solution to the problems of the world. The Society's motto is: 'Sex before eight or else it's too late.' "
I stared at her in disbelief. "You're making it up, or it's something you remember from a bad trip."
She shook her head. "No, this is for real. The society refers to sexual repression as St. Augustine's Disease. They say the old boy lived a wild, free life until he was thirty-three, then he was converted to Christianity and began equating sex with sin. The Guyons claim he became so powerful that he was able to forget parts of the Bible, inserting antisexual passages that weren't there before. They say it's his fault that people were overcome with guilt, and shame about free-and-easy sex and got so shook they weren't worth a damn sexually or any other way, and that this reaction was one of the causes of the fall of the Roman empire."
I had some more wine.
"They also claim this repression resulted in mass psychosis and we now have a whole world full of insane people,"
"And we're going to cure them all by molesting kids?" I cringed inwardly just saying the words.
"The society says all you have to do is look around you to see what has happened. Violence, drag addiction, and neurosis are everywhere, and our government has fallen into the hands of genocidal psychotics who didn't have sex at an early enough age and are making up for it with violence."
"Are you trying to tell me that if the President and all the senators had been seduced by an oversexed schoolteacher when they were six or seven, there wouldn't be any war today?"
"Right on!" Eva said. "At least that's what the society says. Personally, I think sex is too groovy to be messed up with theories. But to get back to the point, Asa Vanders digs these ideas, or rather he's adapted them to fit his own hangup on the young stuff. He's always raving to Sheila about how kids are allowed to play with guns and clubs and toy soldiers-all the things that stand for death-but are not allowed to play with their own or each other's genitals-the things that represent life. So when they grow up, they use real guns and real bullets to symbolize ejaculation. Repressed masturbators become thugs or pigs so they can handle blackjacks or riot sticks which are imitation cocks. And the kids who never got to suck another kid's prick, grow up to be chain smokers, puffing away on substitute penises."
"Keep talking," I said. "I think you shot something stronger than meth before I got here."
Eva giggled and waved at the bottle. "Drink up and hang on, man! This is wilder than anything I could make up. You see, Asa thinks little girls all over the country are panting to be turned on by older men ... liberated, as it were, to have their brains unscrambled by the joys of fucking. He has decided to launch a personal campaign to save the poor dears from the funny farm. It's just an excuse, of course, to do what he wants to do-fuck little girls."
I winced and hoped she didn't notice. "And this Guyon Society backs him up?"
"I don't think the society knows Asa exists except as a contributor of money. No, this is his personal crusade. He thinks he can turn on every nymphet in the country."
"If he's caught turning on even one, he'll be pacing a cell in San Quentin," I said grimly.
Eva shook her head. "Not him. With the money he has, he could crucify his mother, rape his grandmother, and eat his little sister for breakfast and the law wouldn't even blink. He could be Jack the Ripper and no one would touch him. Somebody like that wax Jack the Ripper, and nobody touched him."
I had to admit she was probably right. The only guys I ever heard of who were convicted of rape were either poor or black, and I knew damn few rich men were convicted of murder. Just the same, I didn't want to get mixed up in the sexual shenanigans of people like that.
"The set up stinks" I said. "Count me out."
"No chance," Eva said, grabbing my cock and holding on tight. "I haven't told you about the money yet. Sheila is willing to pay well for a live-in stud ... say, a thousand a month."
I stared at her. "For doing what?"
She shrugged. "Lots of things, but mostly eating Sheila's cunt. That's her big thing, but she'd also expect you to put on shows for her friends. Not the lifeless simulated stuff they stage in nightclubs, but real live sex performances, you know."
"You mean fuck with people watching?" My cock pulsed in her tight hand. "I'm not sure I could."
"I am. You could do it any time, any place, and with anyone if you'd just let go and allow your lusty body to rule you instead of your puritan mind."
"No," I said and tried to pull away. But she wouldn't let go and the way she was handling my cock was very unsettling.
"Think of the lush and lusty Sheila naked and willing in your arms ... think of her lying with her luscious thighs around your head while you eat her red-forested pussy. Doesn't that turn you on?"
I thought about it and my cock throbbed. A suspicion flashed through my mind that maybe I had enjoyed the muff-diving as much or more than Pam had. The prospect of doing it to a sexpot like Sheila Vanders was most tempting.
Besides, there was the little matter of the hold the groupie girls had over me. This must be the deal they were so hot for, and I didn't dare refuse that.
"Think about the bread," Eva whispered, still stroking my dong. "Think what you could do with a thousand a month. Will you do it, Josh?"
I hedged, not wanting to give in too quickly. "I don't know. That nutty husband bothers me."
"Aw, don't worry about him. I've got something cooking that will keep him fully occupied so he won't interfere with Sheila's fun."
"You mean the sex exhibitions?"
"That and ... well, I forgot to tell you. Asa has three daughters by a former marriage. The oldest one, Randy, is about nineteen, and from the way Sheila talks about her, I think they may have a thing going and she doesn't want Asa to find out."
"Yuk! The whole family's sick, if you ask me. What does Mrs. Vanders want a stud for if she's lez?"
Eva yanked at my cock impatiently. "You're such a square, Josh! She's not exclusively one way or the other. I keep telling you, people today swing both ways. All we do is give Sheila what she wants and turn a neat profit."
"You're beginning to sound like a Rotarian," I said. "I thought you looked on money as the ultimate rip-off."
"I do, but for a change I'd like to be the one doing the ripping."
I shook my head and took another long swallow from the bottle. "So how do you plan on keeping the lecherous old bastard occupied?"
"With little girls, of course. The kids I have in mind have been peddling their asses on the street so they'll welcome the chance to make some big money."
"Oh? How old are they?" I asked. I'd have to be careful from here on.
"JoAnne is ... let's see ... about eleven, I guess."
Exactly eleven, I thought grimly. "What does she look like?" I said out loud.
"Like a kid-young and skinny. She piles on the makeup to cover her freckles, wears a red dress and wig and ... "
"Oh, that one," I said casually. "Yeah, she must be the one I met last night."
"Well, how about that?" Eva grinned lewdly. "Here you've been putting down what I've been telling you, and all the while you've been indulging in juvenile sex yourself."
Damn the woman anyway! Just because it was the truth, did she have to jump to that conclusion? Maybe I looked like a child molester-narrow beady eyes, hair on the back of my hands or something. But the groupies had told me not to tip my hand to Eva so I had to keep pretending to be shocked by the whole thing. Pretend to be shocked? Hell, I was shocked that anyone would even think such a thing of me, much less by the fact that I had really done it.
"Shit, I jumped like I'd touched a hot stove when she told me how old she was," I said.
Eva's grin faded into a look of contempt. "You're an incurable prig, you know that?"
"Could be," I agreed. Christ, I was contemptuous of myself because I had fucked an eleven-year-old; she was contemptuous because I hadn't! "But how do you plan on passing JoAnne off to Asa? You said he wanted to introduce little girls to sex, to save them from whatever horrors the lack of it causes. That young chick knows sex inside out already."
"Sure, but Asa doesn't have to know that. Crusaders don't have to actually accomplish anything, they just have to seem to be accomplishing what they set out to do in order to be happy," Eva said. "It shouldn't be too hard to fool him. A kid that young has got to be pretty tight even after a couple of weeks of whoring and six months as a groupie."
"Tight? Oh, yeah ... tight," I mused. Man, had she ever been tight! My skin was still tingling from the raspy feel of sticking my massive weapon into her. "Yeah, she's tight, all right."
Eva gave me another of those looks. "Sometimes I wonder about you, Josh. Are you really as holy as you pretend?"
"She grabbed my hand," I said hastily. "She shoved it through a hole in her pants before I knew what she was doing, and I didn't realize how young she was then."
"And if you hadn't found out, you'd have gone with her?"
"No, of course not! I didn't have any money, but that's not the point" I said. "I don't think you'll fool Asa Vanders with that kid. She looks like a whore."
"Give me credit for a few brains, man," Eva said. "I still have enough gray matter left to know I can't haul her off as is and make him believe Miss Used Pussy is little Miss Sweet Pants. I'll have to fix her up before we take her to the Vanders' place."
"How are you going to do that?" I asked, thinking of JoAnne's hard little face and her constant use of profanity.
"Well, to start with, I'll see that she gets a bath."
I looked around. There wasn't even a shower in Eva's pad.
"The group has a flat in an old house with a bathtub and a shower," Eva said. "They're in on this, so they'll help me get her cleaned up."
"The group?" I asked, pretending ignorance.
"Mother Courage and Lena the Hyena, plus little Sandy Plastercaster, are JoAnne Meaty Treat's group."
"Oh. How do they fit in with your plan?"
"Lena is going to play JoAnne's poor proud mother who is willing to sell her little darling to Asa for the child's own good. Sandy is almost as young as JoAnne and we may have to use her as bait for Asa too. Mother Courage ... well, I'll have to talk to Sheila about him."
So everybody was in on the deal, but it sounded as though I and Meaty Treat were the ones who were going to be doing the dirty work-not that eating a gorgeous red-thatched cunt was exactly my idea of dirty work, but ... hell, did we really need the rest of them? Maybe JoAnne and I could ...
"You've gotta one-to-one with me, Josh, if you want in on this," Eva said with a suspicious look at my face. "You do want in, don't you?"
"I suppose so," I said, knowing I didn't have a real choice because of what the girls would do to me if I didn't go along, "but I have a feeling the whole affair is going to end in disaster for everyone concerned."
"Don't worry about it," Eva said. "Just concentrate on keeping Sheila's cunt well licked."
"But with all this other nonsense going on, how can ... "
"Are you in or not?" she asked impatiently.
"I'm in," I said and began to think seriously about Sheila Vanders. I remembered her as I'd seen her in movies ... the sultry voice, the deep cleavage, and the long, lovely legs. So she had a thing for cunnilingus. Well, so did I, didn't I? "Yeah, I'm in."
"Okay," Eva said, "then we'll go over to Mother Courage's pad tomorrow and make the final arrangements."
Chapter Seven
Mother Courage and Lena had rented a pad in a big old mansion off Wilshire. The place's thirty rooms had been divided into five apartments with six rooms and a bath in each, and the one the group had taken was entered through a side door.
"Don't be surprised if we walk in on a group grope or some such," Eva warned, peering into the living room. "This crew takes the group scene very seriously. They believe that fucking makes the music come out better. They can fly as high on sex as other groups do on drugs, and Lena has the sexual appetite of her namesake."
"But surely they won't be doing that now when they know we're coming to arrange the details for an important appointment," I said, but I was thinking about my session with Sandy and JoAnne. Even those two oversexed kittens ought to be a little jaded by now.
"Two people, regardless of their reason for being here, are just two more cats to join the fucking for Lena," Eva said as we looked around the living room which was empty except for some cushions on the floor and a few musical instruments.
Eva took her dark glasses off and walked into the next room. "They're not in here either, so we might as well try the bedrooms. Let's start with the one at the end of the hall."
I followed her down a dark hallway onto which all the doors in the place seemed to open. Just as she reached for the knob on the door at the far end, we both heard a peculiar sound.
"What the hell is that?" I asked. "It sounds like a walrus snorting or a whale spouting water."
"I can guess, but I won't spoil the surprise for you," Eva said and threw open the door. "Surprise, everybody! Here we are!"
The floor was covered with mattresses from wall to wall, and right smack in the middle of them was the hugest woman I ,had ever seen in my life. She had to weigh at least three hundred pounds, but she was young enough to be firm and solidly packed despite her size. I was left in no doubt as to the considerableness of her flesh because she was jaybird naked, her tremendous butt lifted high and her face buried between Meaty Treat's thin thighs. Between the tree trunks that passed for thighs on the baby elephant was Sandy Plastercaster. Sandy was stretched out flat on her back, and the big woman's great mass of black pubic hair completely hid the little blonde's golden puss. The horrible grunting sounds were coming from the woman's mouth, rumbling up from her massive chest with its breasts like twin Mount Everests.
Sitting in the lotus position not far from the three females was a boy of about seventeen. At least I thought he was a boy, although I couldn't be sure because he had a pretty heartshaped face, cupid bow lips and a pageboy haircut. His naked body was softly curved and practically hairless. One thing that made me think he was a boy was the lack of breasts, but Jo-Anne didn't have much in that department either. I couldn't be positive which sex he was because his genitals were covered by a mass of pinkish goop held in place by clear plastic wrap anchored by adhesive tape.
"How are you, Mother?" Eva greeted the youth.
"Suffering," Mother Courage said. "Suffering the torments of the damned without accomplishing anything. This whole mess is going to collapse because I can't stay hard long enough for it to set."
"Too bad," Eva sympathized, getting down on her hands and knees to inspect the cast more closely. "Looks like it might have been one of Sandy's finer efforts, too."
"Why am I so cursed?" the youth asked mournfully. "Why am I the only rocker in the country who can't keep a hard-on long enough to have my cock immortalized."
"I don't know, luv," Eva said, patting his cheek. "Probably because you're such a sweet little fag."
"So are most of the rest of them ... leastways, they're switch-hitters," the boy moaned. "But I'm the only one who's cursed."
"Don't fret about it, darling Mother," Sandy said, peeking out from under the baby hippo. "We got a plan. Me and Meaty Treat are gonna fix everything for you."
The monstrous woman's grunts tapered off and her plump baby face emerged from between JoAnne's thighs. "Eva ... Eva ... " she panted. "What's the good news, chick?"
"The deal is on," Eva said. "I got final agreement from the guy with the biggest cock in Hollywood."
The tiny brown eyes sunk in folds of fat shifted to me. "Is this him?"
"Yes. This is Josh, kiddies ... Josh Supercock," Eva introduced me.
"What a sweet name," Mother Courage lisped. "Josh ... so Biblical-sounding. I'm sure his vibes are good."
Right at the moment my vibes were about as ungood as they could get. Just the sight of Meaty Treat with her thighs spread and her almost hairless little cunt exposed was all it took to remind me of what had happened the night before last. Looking at the tiny swellings that were her budding breasts and at the slim boyish hips, I couldn't understand how I had ever mistaken her for sixteen in the first place or how I had let her trick me into having sex with her in the second place. But, of course, I rationalized my behavior by telling myself I had been pretty drunk when she picked me up and ... well, once you've got your cock in a girl, there isn't much point in yelling foul and pulling it out. Oh hell, why was I trying to justify what I'd done? I'd done it because I was an oversexed sonofabitch who could be turned on by almost anything in a skirt.
"Come on over here, Josh, and let me have a look at you," Lena said. "I want to see for myself if that cock of yours is as big as advertised."
Reluctantly, I moved over to stand near the pyramid of feminine flesh, and the fat woman stared up at me critically, or rather she studied my crotch critically, since those little eyes never lifted above my waistline.
"That's an interesting bulge you got there under your jeans, but how do we know what's under it is real?"
"It's real," Sandy said, and I noticed a slight frown cross Eva's face. The plastercaster girl was forgetting her admonition to me to keep our previous meeting from the poetess.
"If it's real, let me see it," Lena said. "Any man who's hung the way I hear you are shouldn't keep his light under a bushel."
"What am I supposed to do, walk around with it hanging out?"
"Sure. Let it all hang out! That's the way things ought to be," the fat girl said as her monstrous buttocks started rotating more rapidly, squashing her black-haired cunt over the pretty blonde one trapped under her. "Let's see this eighth wonder of the world."
I might as well let her look, I thought resignedly. That's what I was here for, and I didn't have anything to be ashamed of unless it was giantism. I pulled my zipper down, but I didn't have to reach inside to pull my dong out. As usual, it was only too eager to break free of the restraining cloth and came popping out on its own.
The huge woman sucked in her breath with a sound like steam escaping from an overheated boiler, and those tiny button eyes turned almost black as she stared greedily at the length and thickness of my shaft.
Mother Courage leaned as far backward as he could without disturbing the drying cast so he could see what I was displaying. "My God, I don't believe it!" he gasped. "It's beautiful! It's magnificent! I'm going to write a song about it! No, I'll do a rock opera about that gorgeous pylon. Let's see, what shall I call it? The Pylon of My Darling Soul? No, no, that won't do! Oh, just let me look ... just let me look!"
"Sandy, I think it's bigger than your Hambone's," Lena said. "In fact, I'll bet that thing would even fill me."
Don't count on it, you sow! I'm particular where I put thin. It's the only one I got.
"Imagine what it would be like to have that in your mouth!" Mother Courage said, his white girlish hands fluttering in my direction while he licked at his pouty red lips. "Or to have it driven up your ass! Ah, what music I could make with that lovely man meat stabbing into me, and me screaming with the pleasure-pain of it as I strummed my zither."
I made up my mind to stay well clear of the creepy little fag ... if I could. At the moment, Lena was closer and she was more aggressive. While I stood there with Mother Courage's hot eyes creeping over me like sticky fingers, there were suddenly real fingers on me. Reaching around the two girls who were servicing her three hundred pounds of lusting flesh, Lena caught hold of my prick with both pudgy hands.
"Wow, feel that!" she exulted, tugging me toward her. "How about sticking that rock-hard cock in Lena for a while, Josh?"
"Uh ... I don't see any place ... uh ... to stick it in," I said, trying to back away.
"Man, you sure do lack imagination!" she said. "Yeah, my mouth and my cunt are occupied but, man, I got something else ... and when I shake it on the stage, the rock fans howl for it." She wriggled the massive mountains of flesh that passed for her buttocks.
I didn't any more want to bury my prick in that big red hole between those buckets of lard than I wanted to stick it in the La Brea Tar Pits, but I figured that in this company it would be a sacrilege to say so, so I made excuses.
"Look, mama, I'd love to but I'm a little pooped, you know. I've been balling quite a bit the last couple of days and I'm fucked out, you know?"
"Fucked out? Then how come this is so hard?" she demanded, pulling my cock close to her face.
"Well ... that's like a sickness ... the doc said it was satyrism. You know, like a male nympho. But right now it's kind of rubbed raw and it hurts like hell when it gets covered with cunt juice, and from the look of you, mama, you got the hottest cunt juice this side of Mount Vesuvious."
She took that as a compliment, and several deep creases appeared in her face that hadn't been there before and I assumed they formed a smile. "Yeah, it does look kind of red and maybe sore," she admitted reluctantly.
"Like maybe later?" I pressed my advantage.
"Sure, dude, I dig you later," she said, letting go of my cock.
"Come on over here, Josh," Mother Courage simpered. "Come and lie down and let Mother lick your cock and make it well."
"Like man, even a blow job is more than I could stand right now," I copped out on telling him to keep his fairy mouth to himself.
"But that still leaves me with an empty place," Lena pouted, her tiny mouth puckered up like a pig's snout. "Eva, did you hear me?"
The woman swung her bottom around and spread the cheeks of her ass invitingly. We could all see the big red anus deep in the Grand Canyon between her buttocks. It was as big as a small woman's cunt, and through some extraordinary flexing of muscles, it was dilating and closing in a sensuous way.
"Come to Lena, Eva baby! The sexiest asshole in the world awaits the passionate attention of your tongue."
I would have sworn that Eva would have fucked or blown anything that still moved, but I saw her hesitate at this invitation to analingus, and I heard her mutter something under her breath about how had one woman gotten so fat and so sex hungry in only twenty years of life. But she managed a grin and depositing her shades in her totebag,. she shrugged out of her candy-striped shift and moved toward the meaty thighs with only her floppy hat on.
Feeling a bit embarrassed looking at the pile of entangled female bodies, I moved around to the opposite side of them from Mother Courage and squatted with my back against the wall. Unintentionally, I had provided myself with a better view. I could see the pert little cunt of JoAnne with its fringe of carroty fuzz open to Lena's long red tongue. I could see the tongue slipping in and out of the puffy childish lips. I could see the woman's thick lips gnawing at the swollen labia and miniscule clitoris, and I could see Jo Anne's darling little-girl butt bouncing against the padded floor as she responded to the avid mouth.
Lying under the gross mass of solid woman flesh was Sandy Plastercaster, approximately ninety or a hundred pounds of nubile girl. The thirteen-year-old's applelike breasts were lost in the great pillows pressing down on them. From time to time her puckery nipples appeared as they rubbed into the peaked circus tents of the rock singer. I could also see Sandy's flat girlish belly squirming under the great round pot that stuck out in front of the Hyena, and the slender young thighs crushed by the massive white tree trunks of the woman. What was the most repulsively fascinating, however, was the way Sandy's lovely pink cunt was enclosed completely in the overlapping folds and layers of membrane that composed Lena's gigantic pussy. I couldn't see the pretty golden hair of the girl's mound because her whole sex was obscured by the thick mat of black hair that hung from the woman's genitals like the beard of a prophet.
From where I squatted, I also had a view up the long crevice between Lena's fantastic buttocks. Eva was bending there, her thin intense face set in a look of determination and her fingers digging into the white meat of the gluteus maximus while her mouth moved up and down in the deep valley, pausing occasionally to prod at the pulsing red anus.
God, was that ever a sight! I wasn't sure whether it was erotic or anti-erotic. I'd have to wait and see if my perpetual half erection turned into a real one from watching.
They were flopping around now. The great white whale who was the center of this pyramid of woman flesh was pounding her bearded cunt against Sandy's little pleasure pot, and a steady stream of juice was wetting the woman's thighs and smearing the girl with its sticky muskiness. JoAnne was rolling her cute bottom frantically as Lena's tongue stabbed in and out in a steady rhythm, and the big woman was grunting again with the pleasure of lapping at the darling little cunnie.
Only Eva wasn't quite keeping up with the party. Her probes into the beckoning anus were still tentative. She licked all around it and caressed the big pillows of Lena's buttocks but only occasionally did she actually touch the hole itself.
Lena didn't dig this kind of treatment, she was used to more worshipful behavior from her groupies, used to having her every sexual whim catered to. It didn't matter that she was grossly fat and her face pudgy. She was a rock star, and no rock star in the last fifteen years has had to do without the sexual services of teenage girls. They have had a ready-made harem of willing sex slaves at the most tender and luscious of ages, willing to pay for the privilege of sucking their cocks, eating their cunts or, for that matter, gobbling their shit, both literally and figuratively. So it was no wonder that Lena couldn't understand any hesitation in anyone when it came to serving her body.
"What the shit's the matter with you, Eva?" she demanded. "Get that tongue in my ass and keep it there! I want to be tongued, not tickled!"
Eva made a face at me, but plunged her tongue between the puffed-up protrusion and began to slip it in and out as fast as she could. It was obvious that Eva too considered a rock singer a goddess whose whims were law.
As I watched the complicated goings on and tried to avoid Mother's melting eyes, I couldn't help getting excited. The sight of JoAnne's spread pussy with its pink lips open and dribbling, and the way the little round bottom was rolling in pleasure was maddeningly erotic. I had sworn an oath to myself sometime during the night before that I would never, never, never let my cock get anywhere near that underaged, off-limits cunt again, but just sitting there watching the drops of dew glistening on the sparse hair around that perfect little opening reminded me of how it felt to be in it. My dong had been squeezed like a rubber ball when it was in those pretty pink depths. Even when you know you're not going to permit yourself-to get back into a sheath like that, you can't help remembering it with a quivering cock that has a memory of its own.
And then there was Sandy. That kid was going absolutely ape under the hairy monster that was eating her cunt alive. She was writhing against the massive mountain that pinned her down. The pungent juices of lust, the lighter more delicate ones of the two girls and the stronger aroma of Lena, filled the room with an exciting miasma.
"Man, would you look at that!" For the first time Mother Courage had taken his eyes off me to look at the tangle of femininity. "The way Sandy Plaster-caster throws herself into a fuck almost makes me wish I dug cunt instead of cock."
Even Eva was warming to her task. She was gripping the billowing half moons of Lena's buttocks, her tongue thrust so deeply into the fat girl's anal passage that her nose was flattened and her mouth stretched into an idiot grin by the pressure.
The smell was overwhelming. The combined scent of four lusting women was almost more than a guy could stand without creaming his jeans. I would have liked to leap barefooted and barecocked into that pile of lust but there really didn't seem to be any place for me. As an alternative, I'd have liked to take my overblown prick in my hands and beat my meat in tune to their grunts and groans of pleasure. But that might get me into trouble with Mother Courage. I was starting to ache with the need to penetrate something soft, warm, and wet, but I didn't intend for it to be the rocker's sissy mouth or pansy ass. I'd been queered once already and that was enough for a lifetime.
"Deeper ... faster ... oh God, more, more!" Meaty Treat begged as Lena's tongue drove like a piston into the cylinder of her cunt. The child had locked her thighs around the woman's face and her lower legs were resting on the heavy white shoulders. Her pale red hair was swishing as her head rolled, and her hands were clutching her tiny breasts, plucking at the nipples in a passionate fury.
Looking at the open mouth and remembering what it had done to my cock made it tough to sit there doing nothing, instead of moving over there and getting astride her face and burying my aching shaft to the hilt in the slobbering cavern. And while she was blowing me, maybe I could lean over and suck on one of those tiny rosebud breasts.
Sandy's hands were squeezing the huge balloons of Lena's breasts, and she had somehow managed to get her lower legs up around Lena's huge thighs and was pounding her heels into, the firm muscles that lay beneath the layers of jiggling jelly.
"Hey, this is a taste I never dug before." Eva said. "Maybe I've been limiting myself too much. Maybe I could write a poem about the joys of shit-eating. Every publisher in New York would flock to my door."
The lure of that seething mass of female flesh was irresistible. I had to get closer to it. On my hands and knees I crawled as close as I could get. With my head touching the mattress, I looked up beneath Lena's fat belly and saw the wet black pubic hair hanging down like moss on a tree. The brownish red lips of the woman's huge gash rubbed in circles over Sandy's blood-filled pink ones. I could see the sweet juice of the girl running down both young thighs to join the river of steamy jism from the fat girl. When those two streams met and trickled over one of Sandy's dimpled knees, it was just too much for me. I drove my head between the fat white thighs and my lips closed over the pretty little knee as I began to lick at that wild mixture of female secretions.
"Hey, look at that!" Mother Courage shouted. "Old Josh is all sexed up and I can't get at that glorious cock of his! Come over here, Josh, please ... please ... please!"
I ignored him and kept licking at Sandy's knee and then the inside of her thigh and finally the very bottom of her pretty pink and gold gash. Even drowned in Lena's heavier flavor, it had a piquant taste all its own, and my cock throbbed with the pleasure of just tonguing it a little. Does that sound odd? Hell, I said I was a cunt-lapper's cunt-lapper, didn't I? After my affair with Pam, a mouthful of pubic hair and a hot pussy could turn me on almost as fast as thrusting into the hottest cunt in town.
But I couldn't get really into Sandy's pussy because of the thick rain forest of Lena's pubes, her heavy thighs, and the fact that Eva's knees and legs were in the way as she knelt between the massive buttocks.
"I'm close ... I'm so close!" JoAnne wailed, and I could hear her bottom thudding on the pad and then her squeal as she came.
As though a chain reaction had been set off, Lena grunted like a hippo gone mad, and her gigantic butt reared suddenly upward, knocking me away from the precious treasure of Sandy's pussy. Then she plunged back down with a loud swooshing sound, the swampy forest of her cunt smashing against Sandy's golden one while she huffed and puffed like a steam engine through the throes of her double orgasm.
Then Sandy let out a howl of pure joy and thrashed around under the black monster that seemed bent on devouring her.
"What about me?" Eva complained. "Everyone is coming but me! That's not fair!"
"Serves you right," Lena gasped. "If you can't get off from the pleasure of fucking my ass, you don't deserve to come."
I just sat there, rubbing my cock surreptitiously and wishing I had been in Sandy or had my tongue in Meaty Treat when they had all gone off. But a guy can't have his cunt and eat it too, especially when he's sworn off even looking at anything younger than thirty in the future.
Chapter Eight
"My, my, that does set a girl up," Lena said, dragging her three hundred pounds into an upright position. "There's nothing like a multiple orgasm to get things started off right. Now why don't we all get stoned and fuck some more?"
With her flesh shaking like jelly, she lumbered across the room to' a portable bar and picked up a bottle of bourbon. "Break out the hash, JoAnne!" she called over her shoulder as she lifted the bottle to her mouth and drank about a fourth of it in one gulp. "Ahhhhh, I needed that. Sweet as you chicks taste, my mouth gets kind of gummy after a while but this rot-gut cuts right through it."
JoAnne had gone scampering out of the room and now she carne back carrying two water pipes with several outlets on each. "This is the best hash money can buy," she said. "I got it from Ali Brec, the Arab pusher who is here making anti-Israeli propaganda films. He prefers little boys but will settle for girls when he has to. If I'd had a cock, I could have gotten twice as much, although I don't see how a boy could have done much more for him. I've had a sore ass ever since."
"Your noble sacrifices will someday be rewarded," Mother Courage said, hands fluttering anxiously over his cast. "You know, I think I might make it this time. Sandy, you may have performed a plastercaster miracle but I think Josh helped you tremendously. Just looking at his hard-on made me keep mine."
Lena had handed me the bottle of bourbon and I had swallowed enough to warm up my belly and start a fire in my head, so I just shrugged off Mother's remark and watched as Sandy went running to check his cast. She knelt in front of him and ran her hands over the plastic wrapping, then shook her head. "No. This one was close but it's collapsed inside."
"Damn, damn, damn! I'm just not gonna go through that anymore. It's positively humiliating, as well as painful," Mother sulked.
"But you gotta have a cast," Lena said. "We're nowhere without one. There ain't a rock group in the country that's not planning on having a replica of their best cock in the new Rock Museum that's being, planned to be added to the Kennedy Center for the Performing Arts. The Stones, the Airplane, the late Jimmy Morrison, ditto Jimi Hendrix, Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs ... especially Snow White. You know Snow White is as homo as you are, Mother, and he's got a cock almost as big as Josh's."
"What do I care about that bitch!" Mother spat. "He can't sing a note without that fancy sound system of his and those seven little creeps he dresses up like dwarfs."
"He looks pretty good in drag," Eva offered, pausing in her sucking on a water pipe.
"No one looks as good in drag as Mother does," Sandy said, lifting the ruined cast off Mother's unimpressive cock. "He looks more like a woman than a woman does."
Eva passed the water pipe to me and after I had sucked on it a little, I asked her, "Is that talk about a cock display at the Kennedy Center for real?"
She grinned. "That's the latest underground scuttlebutt. The Civil Liberties Union says plastercasting is a form of expression guaranteed under the Constitution. All they have to do is convince the Kennedys and arrange for a concert to dedicate the museum. I hear they want Lenny Bernstein to compose something for the Mothers of Invention to sing on that occasion.
I had my doubts as to the project ever getting off the ground, but I couldn't have cared less as I felt the bourbon and the hash start to affect me.
Sandy looked dejected as she surveyed the ruined cast. "Another failure, all right. But I think I got a better idea."
Mother had disappeared behind a screen, and watched as a black Merry Widow-type corselet and opera-length black stockings were thrown across the top of it.
"Forget it," Mother told Sandy. "I want to stick cock into something warm and loving, not that mushy old goop."
"That's all right, you can sit this session out,'' Sandy said as the Merry Widow vanished and a rustle followed by a couple of grunts came from behind the screen. "I'm thinking of a stand-in for your dong ... a ringer that will pin all their ears back and lift every eyebrow at the center."
"I think you've just been nominated," Eva whisper to me.
"Hey, that's a great idea!" Meaty Treat said, looking' at me. "There won't be any in the same class as that one!"
"We're gonna cheat, huh?" Lena said, slightly bleary-eyed. "Best way. Society is a rip-off so you got to rip it off right back."
"You've just been elected," Eva said, taking the water pipe back.
"Huh?" Everything was getting slightly fuzzy around the edges, and Lena, who stood swaying in the middle of the room, looked like a giant pink balloon instead of a monstrously fat young woman.
"They're going to make a plastercast of your cock and pass it off as Mother's," Eva giggled.
"They can't get away with that," I said, watching the black stockings writhe like black snakes as they were pulled down inside the screen. "Anyone would know to look at it that it couldn't be his."
"How?" Meaty Treat asked. "One cock looks just about like another unless you see the face that goes with it."
"Size is all that matters in this business," Sandy said, "and you can't tell how big a guy is just by looking at him up on a stage, especially if he's in drag like Mother. Hell, some of the guys who bulge their pants 'way out in front wear falsies! I think that's why Jim Morrison used to open his pants and show himself during his act ... just to prove that his prick was all his own."
Eva reached over and patted my bare flesh. "Just imagine how it will look immortalized in the new museum. I'll write a poem to be hung beside it."
"But it will be his name on the plaque under my cock," I said. "No one will ever know. All the little girls who go see the collection will get all watery between their thighs looking at it, but they'll be watering for Mother, not Josh."
"And that's all the good it will do them," Lena said, lurching over to stand looming above me like a grizzly bear minus its fur, except in one place, that is. That long black beard hung like a loincloth from the base of her belly and completely hid her cunt. "Mother's a lot of things, but a good fuck he ain't!"
"Maybe not for you," Mother said, stepping from behind the screen, dressed in a floor-length sequined gown with a slit up one side almost to the waist. "I've never had any complaints from any fella I've been with."
As a woman, Mother Courage was something else. His soft boyish body had become voluptuous with the donning of clothes, and the long length of his legs sheathed in black nylon with just a hint of white thigh above would have made Marlene Districh look to her laurels.
"Wow," Eva said. "How's that for a sexy-looking broad? If I was a dude, I'd get a hard-on just looking at that!
"How about it, big boy," Mother said, swaying across the room on high heels. "How about you and me going in the other room and ... "
"No, I get him first," Lena said, stepping in front of him and shoving him aside with one big hand. "Josh is a man-sized man and deserves a man-sized woman."
She turned to face me again and reached down into that thick mass of black hair and pulled it aside with both hands so I could look at what lay hidden under it.
My God, it was like staring into the Grand Canyon!! Mile after mile of reddish brown flesh stretched into an endless vista. The deep cavernous quagmire of curdled tissue was made more awesome by a rising tumescence at the organ's center and a corresponding dilation of the engorged lapels. The heavy musk emanating from the opened gates surrounded me and set my head to spinning.
"You bitch!" Mother hissed. "You always got to show off that big gash!"
"Eat your heart out, little boy," Lena said, deliberately jiggling her bottom so that a few drops of hot juice fell onto my upturned face.
She was about as unattractive a woman as I'd ever met but that cunt! Man, that cunt was a phenomenon of nature, a challenge to be explored just because it was there.
"How about that, man? What'll we call this confrontation? The World's Biggest Cock Meets the World's Deepest, Wildest Cunt for a Shootout at the Pass. How does that grab you?"
"Well ... I ... " My eyes were so fuzzed over that for a minute I .thought I was staring into the eye of a hurricane, the vortex where the primal forces of nature were whirling in an endless spiral.
"Ten bucks for every time you make me come," Lena offered, leaning forward until the dripping black moss was touching my forehead and her white belly looked like an overhanging cliff blocking out the light.
"I ... I told you there's a sore place on my dong," I said, staring bug-eyed at the giant redwoods of her thighs and wondering what it would be like to be trapped between them and slowly be crashed to death, fucking all the time.
"How much we got in the treasury, Meaty Treat?" Lena demanded.
"Two-fifty," Sandy said, "and every penny was earned the hard cock way."
"That money is for our Fresno stand," Meaty Treat added.
"It's for anything I say it's for!" Lena said. "And right now, it's for Josh ... twenty-five bucks for every time he makes Lena cream."
I couldn't have turned her down if I'd wanted to. My nostrils were so filled with the heavy musk of her that I was helpless to refuse. I've got a thing about the smell of cunt. Once it's strong in my nose, my cock starts zeroing in on the target and there isn't much I can do about it.
"You got yourself a deal." I said, reaching for those huge pillars of flesh that were her thighs and gripping them with both hands.
"That's my boy!" she chortled, leaning into me. "First you eat it, then you fuck it."
I hadn't exactly bargained for that, but before I could protest, I was being pushed over backwards and that vast jungle in which lurked the huge red beast was being shoved at me. I was helpless.
Lena took a long swig from a fresh bottle of bourbon into which she had mixed some hash, then leaned over and poured some down my throat, almost choking me. As I sputtered and coughed, she sank down on her fat dimpled knees with her great white thighs on either side of my face and the wet strands of black moss trailing across my face.
My head was whirling from bourbon, hashish, and the odor of cunt. I was in a world of flashing lights and incredibly piled-up mountains of flesh. The foot-thick thighs, the huge round belly, the massive bottoms of the white buttocks surrounded me on all sides, locking me in with the red beast who lurked in the forest.
"You're gonna like this, Josh," Sandy said, measuring my cock which was now at its maximum extension. "A man could get lost in Lena's cunt and never be found again."
I realized my pants were gone but I didn't know how I'd gotten out of them, or when. Spreadagled on the mattress, I was helpless with Lena's mammoth cave looming over me and Sandy fiddling with my cock.
Lena was breathing like a floundering elephant as she sank down on me, resting her beach-ball buttocks on my chest and hanging the mass of her sex directly over my face. As my mouth plunged into the rain forest in search of the man-eater, I felt like a great white hunter leading a safari into the darkest parts of not so dark Africa. I was going unwarmed into this uncharted terrain with no rifles, no spear bearers, nothing except one ready tongue.
Lena brushed aside the thick black vines and I came face to face with the red-mouthed man eater.
It opened its great maw and growled at me, but I held my ground bravely until I realized the great mountains of flesh on either side of me were closing, holding me prisoner in an escape-proof chamber with the monster. I panicked and tried to roll away. But it was hopeless. The giant pillars of white flesh tightened and I was still trapped with the flaming, untamed beast.
My nose was filled with the hot woman smell and it seemed to soak into my skin and float through my veins.
"Eat that cunt, big man! Eat it and lick it and suck it until I drown you in my boiling jism!" the woman's voice rumbled from somewhere on the other side of the world.
She was already sopping. There were puddles of liquid in the folds and creases of her convoluted flesh. My tongue found one pulpy lip and licked away the pungent juice, replacing it with my saliva. I moved on to the enormous clit at the top of the deep crevice, pulling it into my mouth and rolling it, astonished at the way it swelled up like a junior-grade prick. It quivered and the thighs squeezed urgently,. I drew the clit deeper and sucked on it as hard as I could. It pulsed and the woman rotated the steaming morass all over my face.
"More, more! I dig that!" she commanded and the fat thighs reinforced the order. I licked those meaty thighs, I moved up the deep crevasse beside the massive mound and plunged out around the curve of the belly. She wriggled her ass against my chest and I felt like I was at the epicenter of an earthquake.
I raised my head and raced my tongue out of the rain forest and across the rising slope to tumble into the navel that was as deep as an abandoned well. I tickled the edges of the big depression, and she giggled and thrust her belly tighter against my face. I was smothering in rolls of heaving flesh, but the huge cunt was still there waiting for me, filling me with an uncontrollable erotic urge that ignored all esthetics.
The huge singer was ugly with fat but she was also the basic principle of the universe, the cosmic cunt that brings forth man and finally swallows him, only to regurgitate him in some future generation. I wanted to worship that first principle with all my being. My cock was throbbing so wildly that I would have had to eat that cunt if it had been made of barbed wire.
The woman was singing. now as she trembled and shook on my face. I didn't recognize the words but it reminded me of something the Hairy Ape had done on one of the late-night television shows.
Something else had been added to our sexual symphony. Cool fingers were on my cock again, and I could hear a soft giggling. Sandy was probably getting ready to apply her first layer of plaster and that would cause a hassle, I thought, because Lena had said she wanted to fuck me as soon as I got through eating her and she couldn't very well do that if I had a cast on my dong, could she? Any second I expected to hear the hurricane roar of her displeasure when she noticed what was going on, but all I heard was heavy breathing and the grunts and rumblings in her massive belly that I assumed denoted pleasure.
My mouth had moved out of the crater of her navel and down across the pelt of black hair that covered her lower belly to the sharp upward climb of her mound of Venus. I approached the Grand Canyon from the north this time, pausing to tickle my tongue around and around the enlarged clit. With bated breath I slipped down the upper slope of the canyon and started licking at the rubbery inner folds.
The cool hands were gone from my cock now but they had been replaced by something else. Not the wet plaster I expected but a pair of warm lips that gently kissed the tip of my cock and a tongue that laved it deliciously. Now that was really nice of Sandy. She certainly knew how to make a guy feel needed and happy while he was buried alive in a cunt deeper than the Carlsbad Caverns.
The tongue caressed on all side of my shaft, and my balls were lifted by tender fingers and supported while the tongue curled under them, passing through the wiry pubic hair and licking the bottom of my scrotum, taking exquisite care not to miss a single sensitive spot.
Thus encouraged, I continued with my exploration of the biggest cunt in the world. Cautiously, I dropped over the edge of the inner lips and with my nose pressed into the mushy outer ones, I tongued my way down to the marshy pasture at the farthest end.
The woman was moaning now, the sound like distant thunder as she rocked on my face. My head and shoulders and upper chest were wet with her sticky juice, but I kept on licking, my mind at least half on what Sandy's hot little mouth was doing to my cock.
She had picked it up and was handling it reverently as only a true artist would-and cock-sucking is an art, of course-then drew it partway into her mouth, carefully lathering it all over, running her tongue in dancing circles around the throbbing cap, sticking its pointed red tip into the tiny slit. I groaned as she suddenly took the whole thick length of me into her mouth and halfway down her throat. Then the sucking began, and man, was that ever something. That mouth was like a suction cup, like a bed of quicksand trying to draw out my soul along with every drop of precious serum in me.
Meanwhile, back at the cunt, things were going swimmingly, and I do mean swimmingly, as my tongue wriggled and slithered its way to the bottom of Lena's matchless quim. Cunt juice was so deep down there that it was flooding up around my nose just inside the outer labia. I could feel the sting of it in each nostril and my mouth absorbed the overflow, letting it burn down my throat to my gullet.
"More ... more ... more!" the baby blimp on top of me squealed and began riding my face like she was on a galloping horse, rearing up and down with loud slapping sounds. It was during one of those upward surges that I got the shock of my life. The vast buttocks lifted high and the curtain of black hair parted enough for me to get a brief glimpse of the head that bent over my cock and the mouth that was so deliciously serving it. It wasn't Sandy's golden pate I saw, but Mother's page-boy bob. It was the youth's mouth in which my extraordinary length of good strong manhood was sunk. It was the rocker's lips and tongue that were lovingly caressing me. I almost let out a bellow of rage but knew no one would hear it with my mouth jammed full of slippery woman flesh.-Besides, that sucking mouth refused to be denied.
I looked at the boy as he sat there in his sequined dress, and although I didn't dig the gay scene, I had to admit his softly curved body and gorgeous legs encased in the long black stockings was an erotic sight. And what his mouth was doing to my prick was even more erotic. So instead of yelling and aiming a kick at him, I lifted my rump and shoved my rigid mace deeper, scraping the roof of his mouth and throat in the process. He'd remember this blow job, I thought grimly as I plunged in and out, he'd remember it with a sore throat for days.
Lena was grunting and groaning, caught in a mindless cocoon of lust. She screeched and crushed her thighs around me, squeezing until - I thought sure I'd strangle, and came in fresh torrents of pungent juice.
The mouth sucking on my cock had turned into a burning cauldron, sending off sparks of wildfire to race through my whole body. I felt the irreversible buildup in my shaft, felt the tightening in the base of the scrotum and then I was spouting like a whale into Mother's mouth.
It was the first time another male, if you could consider him that, had made me come, but I made up for lost time by sending a scalding stream of jism down his throat. A less-dedicated cock-sucker would have quailed before the flood, but not Mother. Gratefully, eagerly, he swallowed all of it and begged for more. His mouth was like an eager hunting dog, racing up and down the sides of my cock, around my balls, through my pubic hair, searching out and lapping up every stray drop.
Not to be outdone by this little queer. I was doing pretty much the same thing to Lena. I cleaned every crease and fold of the massive cunt, and finally mouthed her clit so vigorously that with an unexpected start of pleasure, she came again, an orgasm built on top of an orgasm. This time it was like being caught in an avalanche of white meat. My head was knocked from side to side, my nose flattened, and my eyes and nostrils filled with cunt juice. I struggled to breathe and felt blackness closing over me as those great thighs tightened and tightened around my neck.
Chapter Nine
"Come on, Josh, swallow!" Sandy's voice came from far away and something fiery was being poured between my lips. I swallowed automatically and the taste told me it was bourbon laced with hash.
"That ought to either kill him or cure him," I heard Mother Courage say.
"The pair of you nearly killed him already," Eva said accusingly. "How do you expect to make a deal with Mrs. Vanders if he's dead?"
"If he had died, he'd have been the happiest corpse I ever saw," Mother said. "Did you see the smile on his face when I got through blowing him?"
"It was my spicy come that put that look on his face," Lena said. "No man who gets his whole face into my cunt the way he did will ever forget it. God, I wish he'd come to so I can fuck him."
"How about me?" Mother demanded. "I've dreamed all my life about a cock like Josh's and now everyone wants to take it away from me."
"I told you before that Josh doesn't dig the homo bit," Eva said. "You're lucky you didn't get your teeth kicked in. In some ways, he's the squarest sonofabitch I know."
"No man who eats the way he does can be square," Meaty Treat said.
"And I'll bet he could suck cock just as good if he put his mind to it," Mother pouted. "Give him some more of that bourbon-hash and he'll be willing to do anything we want."
"You're all forgetting about Mrs. Vanders," Eva said.
"Fuck Mrs. Vanders!" Lena said. "We got a nice little orgy started here and nothing ... not fame, nor fortune, nor dark of night is ever allowed to interfere with an orgy in this group."
"Right!" Mother backed her up. "Give him some more of that stuff, Sandy. He's the main attraction and he's got to be able to keep up. We want that magnificent prick hard and we want it to stay hard or he won't be much fun for any of us."
For the third time I felt my mouth filled with the burning liquid and felt the spaced-out effect of it almost at once. My eyes opened to a pink haze in which everything in the room seemed incredibly lovely and incredibly erotic. I was lying with my head resting on Sandy's firm young breasts. Lena was squatting yoga-style at my feet, massive thighs spread to reveal the fantastic gorge yawning between them, ready and waiting. Mother was standing to one side of me and Eva on the other, with Meaty Treat kneeling beside Sandy.
I stared up at the columns of Mother's legs and found them unbelievably lovely, saw the fullness of his cock and testicles under the black panties and thought that was beautiful too. I looked at Lena again. Before I had considered her a huge blob of jellied flesh, now I could see that she was composed of incredibly intricate curves and plains, a geometrically designed masterpiece. And the deep red gash that was the center of her being called to me like a Lorelei across the sea of pink that suffused us. Eva had changed too. From a tall, skinny, rather angular girl, she had become a mysterious and tragic Goya saint at whose feet I wanted to worship. Meaty Treat and Sandy looked like absolute angels.
"I love you," I said, reaching out toward them. "I love you all."
"Man, is he ever flying!" Sandy said. "I'm glad I got that cast of his cock while he was out. He's so high I wouldn't have been able to reach him now."
"Don't give him any more of that stuff," Mother ordered, reversing his field. "He'll be no good to us blotto."
"Here, suck on this for a minute, Josh," Meaty Treat said, shoving the stem of a water pipe into my mouth. "It'll smooth you out."
"Orgy time," Lena grunted and reached for Eva, pulling her into her fat arms and burying her face in the poetess's flat belly.
"Orgy time,, orgy time," Mother echoed and dropped gracefully into my lap.
"I love you all," I said. "I want to become part of you."
"You're going to become part of me before the night is over," Mother whispered, his mouth closing on mine.
My head was whirling. I felt the soft bottoms of his thighs resting on mine, felt Sandy's breasts under my head and her hot little twat pressing against my spine. Orgy time, orgy time! The words drifted through my head in large red letters upon which little manikins danced with bare-titted fairies-the fairyland kind, not the Hollywood variety. Orgy time, orgy time!
Mother's mouth was hot against mine, his tongue was sliding down my throat. I let out a grunt and started to suck on it. He whimpered with pleasure, rubbing his thighs and the little mounds of white flesh sticking out below his Merry Widow against my bare cock. His dress was hiked up around his middle and those twinkling white thighs gleamed temptingly.
Mother's mouth was hot and dripping with honey, his thighs were soft and urgent against my cock, and Sandy's caressing pussy had worked down between my buttocks and was .adding to the crazy excitement that had turned all my flesh into lust-sensitive nerve endings.
"Love you ... love you all," I muttered again, kissing Mother deeply and reaching out to draw Meaty Treat to her feet and pull her close so her fuzzy little cunt was pressed to the side of my face.
Lena was moving slowly toward me as my lips ran over Mother's bare shoulders and throat. I could see the big girl, that tremendously complicated series of gorgeous cubes and cylinders that was the rock singer, inching across the padded floor toward me. Eva was riding on Lena's shoulders and was rubbing her cunt into Lena's mouth. Both of them came to rest on my lower legs. At any other time I would have felt crushed beneath the weight but now I was drifting upward toward the ceiling carrying them with me. I could float, man! I could float and take the whole world with me!
I had found what passed for breasts on Mother-the tightly packed flesh that swelled over the top of the Merry Widow. I licked up and down the crevice between them, got my tongue under the elastic and toyed with the tiny button of a nipple until Mother's breath was coming in a rasp.
Meaty Treat had taken hold of my hair and was rubbing her hot little cunnie against my ear, back and forth over my cheeks and up and down my nose. Sandy's cunt was squirming under me, dividing its time between my anus and the bottom of my balls.
Lena worked her way up onto my thighs until Mother was squeezed between us, draped across my lap with his round bottom molded to my cock. I was drifting through a fire stream of lust. They were all so lovely. I loved all flesh. I desired female flesh and male flesh. I was all-consuming and would devour them all.
Lena had inched even closer and Eva's butt was now rolling against my face, forcing Mother's head back until he was staring up at the ceiling, My hands moved to his thighs and discovered they were as soft and velvety as they had looked, Somehow I got my head down into the mass of flesh that was forming around me and found the soft insides of those thighs. My hand moved on and began to fondle his cock through the black panties, feeling the hardness and the throbbing intensity of it thrilling me.
Sandy had slid so far down my back and spread my buttocks so wide with her persistent shoving that her darling little clit was tickling my anus. Meaty Treat pulled my head back up where she could reach it and pressed her pussy to my lips. I felt my cock pop up between Mother's thighs and touch the bare lance of his. Somehow he had gotten it out from under the panties and my huge battering ram was rubbing against his boyish prick.
Lena was moving still. Like a juggernaut, her all-engulfing quim slipped wetly over my thighs and spread itself over my cock and Mother's as they were locked in a duel of love, rubbing heads and rolling up and down the length of each other with burning lust. The great, slow-moving cunt opened wider and caressed both enraptured shafts.
Mother's mouth briefly replaced Meaty Treat's cunt in my mouth. I stabbed my tongue deep into his red lushness, thrusting as though his mouth were a cunt and my tongue a cock. I felt the tremble in his hard little penis, the nose of which was nuzzling between my balls as Lena's powerful vaginal muscles pulled us both in.
The pink haze was getting pinker and pinker. Mother's mouth was gone and my tongue was sliding deep into the narrow passageway of JoAnne's cunt. The girl sobbed her pleasure as I tongue-fucked her rhythmically moving flesh. Sandy's little clit had managed, by some fantastically dexterous maneuvering, to push into my anus, and the cunt lips below it had somehow gotten mixed up with my balls, my cock and Mother's genitals there in the yawning cavern of Lena's gigantic cunt.
The pink haze faded off into darkness, a darkness in which I didn't know what I was doing but could feel the incredibly sensitized nerve endings that made up every square inch of my body tingling with the pleasure of contact with the flesh of others, of clits and cunts, of cocks and asses, all moving together in one great lump of pleasure.
I drifted upward into semi-consciousness again, aware that Mother's hard cock was rubbing lovingly against mine deep in Lena's contracting cavern, that Meaty Treat's cunt had been replaced by Eva's anus and then by Mother's hot mouth and finally by his make-believe tits. Eva was coming in Lena's mouth and her rolling rump was knocking my head about, while Sandy prodded me from the rear until my anus became like a cunt and sucked hungrily at the tiny bit of gristle that had penetrated it.
"Josh, Josh, Josh!" Mother's voice came to me from far away. His cock seemed to have become part of mine, they were joined in a duet of lust ... fucking Lena, fucking each other. Oh God, he was fucking me, a man was fucking me, and I loved it. I loved everything. If the whole world could become just one huge cock jammed into me, or one huge cunt into which I could turn my whole body into a cock and plunge head first.
A warm spurt of girl jism wet my lips as Meaty Treat moaned her way through an orgasm. Eva had gotten off Lena's shoulders and was now shoving her cunt into Mother's mouth. He was trying to avoid it but the pleasure he was getting from being joined with me overcame his strictly homosexual nature and he started licking with apparent delight.
Lena grunted lustfully and came, her spasming cunt squeezing my cock and Mother's even more tightly. The boy's stabbing movements were carrying him up and down the whole length of me as the hot juice of Lena's climax oozed around us. I felt myself jerk wildly and then his cock pulsed and we came together in a torrent of burning lust.
There was no stopping, only some rearranging. We drifted apart and then drifted back together. I found myself lying on top of Mother. His thighs were spread and his genitals bare so I ground my cock into them passionately and he moaned ecstatically. Meaty Treat stood over him for a minute and then sank down on his face. He tried to pull away but strong young thighs insisted, and since his mouth was already defiled with Eva's jism, it didn't seem to matter and he started serving the girl. I slid my cock down farther until it was between his thighs, probing between his soft buttocks and pushing at the opening of his anus.
Sandy was on top of Lena, her blonde tuft hidden in the gigantic crevice at the base of the big round belly. Eva was sitting on Lena's face with Sandy's tongue between her thighs and Lena's licking her ass.
We drifted again and then in a vivid, almost sober, moment I found myself with Mother stretched out beneath me, dress up around his middle, corselet shoved out of the way to expose his soft buttocks, thighs still encased in black nylon. My cock was hard as steel despite the fact that it was slippery with jism I knew must be my own, and it was pushing at the tight entrance of his anus while he screamed in a combination of pleasure and pain. I got my hands under him and gripped his youthful cock, kneading and fondling it as I smashed at the gates of his ass with my monstrous rod.
"Fuck me, fuck me, Josh! Split me in two!" he screamed as the vague shadows of the girls drifted around us, rubbing cunts against our faces, squirming juicy woman meat into our mouths. I knew I had pinned down a helpless boy and was going to use him like a woman ... rape him with mighty stabs of my manhood ... but it didn't matter. I squeezed and fondled, possessing his cock and tormenting his balls as he flopped around under me and I pressed in deeper and deeper.
The nylon was rasping against my thighs, his velvety buttocks were rubbing my loins and balls, the hot hole of his ass possessed me as I possessed his cock and impaled him on my superior maleness.
"This is what he's always wanted," Lena was saying from far away. "Mother had found the perfect fuck. He's gonna have so much cock in him that he'll be nothing but a quivering sheath for it."
Mother's hands were on my flanks as he tried to hold me off while at the same time he was begging me to plunge all the way in. I massaged his cock and squeezed his balls until he was howling steadily and then I thrust hard and burst full length into the tightness of him. I felt something give and blood seeped out around my cock, but it didn't matter. It didn't matter if I killed him just as long as I fucked him as he'd never been fucked before.
His cries of pain changed to whimpers as his doubled-up cock rubbed into the palm of my hand. I made a wider passageway for myself and slammed in and out of him with the full force of my thigh and rump muscles. He screamed and I squeezed and he came in spurting jets into my hand. But still I fucked him ... time after endless time I sank to the hilt in the boy's soft bottom and finally, as he fainted under the brutality of my attack, I too came in what seemed like an unending stream of lava-hot jism, filling and overflowing his velvety ass and running down hi-s thighs and mine.
"Groovy, groovy," Eva muttered and got her mouth between us, licking my cock where it was still sunk in the unconscious youth, sucking at my balls and the roots of my cock until I swelled again and started moving in the tight sheath. Mother came to to find me still buried in him, slamming with renewed vigor. He screamed, came again and fainted once more as I spread him and fucked him in mindless fury.
The pink haze was back. I was lying on my back with Sandy sitting on my face. Someone else was gobbling at my cock, it didn't, matter who. They were sucking and I was licking.
Drifting upward on a flowering cloud of lust, I found myself sitting astride Lena's pudgy face, my cock poised over her cupid's bow mouth. She was staring up at me, her expression a mixture of fear and lust as I rubbed the hard shaft and swollen balls back and forth over her trembling lips.
"You're crazy, man ... you're spaced out ... I never saw anything like it," she whimpered. "You practically killed poor Mother."
"I'll kill you too," I snarled, grabbing her by the ears and pushing her head back so I could drive my cock into her mouth. "I'm gonna ram this down your throat until it comes out your ass!"
The fat girl sobbed as I practically stood on the point of my cock and drove it into her, carrying her tongue with it, forcing it down her throat, gagging her but not slowing my savage thrusts for a minute.
"Help ... help!" she tried to scream as I dragged her head up with me and slammed it back down again, trying to batter my way through her skull.
"Josh, stop! Stop it! You'll crack her head open!" Sandy was pulling at me. "Man, that hash and bourbon! Look what it did to this dude."
I rolled over with Lena still impaled on my cock, her eyes pools of fear as I thrust my buttocks off the floor and carried her upward with me, holding her hanging there on the end of my cock with her enormous weight resting on my knees. I rolled over again, involving Sandy in the mass of flesh that tumbled across Mother's inert body and crashed into Eva. Meaty Treat gave a wild yell and leaped into the middle of us.
The darkness closed in as I came in Lena's mouth and left her choking and half conscious. It faded as I rammed my cock into Sandy's mouth and drove away like a madman. Later I drifted off and awoke to find myself with Sandy spread, bottom up, beneath me while I battered at the tiny pink rose of her anus without being able to penetrate it.
Mother struggled to his feet and tried to stagger away, holding his drag-queen dress up around his thighs. I reached out and pulled him to me and Sandy took advantage of the interruption to flop over onto her back and present her cunt for my delectation. I held Mother by his soft little bottom, kissing his white thighs, licking at the bottom of his testicles. Then I closed my mouth over his swelling cock and he cried out with delight at my possession of him.
Mother was clutching at the back of my head as his rock-hard flesh rolled around in my mouth-I almost said cunt because that's what it had become, just as my ass had become a cunt earlier for Sandy's clit. I sucked and licked at the same time I rammed into and pounded Sandy, jerking her young body around crazily and trying to drive her through the floor.
I squeezed the boy's buttocks in my powerful hands as I sucked his cock down my throat. I was aware that Meaty Treat had joined us, leaving Lena and Eva grappling in the mad delight of soixante neuf. Jo Anne had somehow crowded in on top of her friend and my cock was rubbing the length of her cunt every time it plunged in and out of Sandy.
Mother was sobbing as I ate his cock like a candy bar. I nibbled at its end, trying to force my tongue into the tiny slit on top, then sucked the pitiful length of him in and got balls and all inside my mouth. He screamed and collapsed with joy as he came in my mouth, and I felt the rush of thick cream flow down my throat before I fell over backwards with him spasming again and again.
I drifted away into a dream of endless cocks and infinite cunts. I drifted back and found my head between Sandy's thighs with my tongue deep in her little slit while her mouth sucked deeply at my cock and I creamed into her in a nonstop flow. When I became aware of my surroundings again, Meaty Treat was sitting in my lap, her tight little pussy gobbling my cock like the hungry love slit it was. A fog moved into the room and I was screaming alone in the darkness. Then it was light once more as Eva and I rolled back and forth over Lena's enormous body, fucking each other and fucking her at the same time. The fog descended again and this time it was Sandy's voice that dragged me from its depths.
"Josh, stop it! Stop it! Stop it!" the girl was crying and trying to drag me away from the wall where I had been trying to drive my cock right through it. "Don't, Josh, don't!"
"I can do it!" I yelled. "My cock is made of steel! I can do it!"
"No, no, you'll hurt yourself!" the blonde sobbed, trying to get her hand between my battering prick and the plaster. "You'll kill yourself!"
"Stop him!" Eva shouted, hanging onto my rump and pulling. "If he hurts himself, there goes the whole deal with Mrs. Vanders."
"You're crazy! You're all crazy!" I yelled, slamming into the wall again. "The fucking wall wants to be fucked and I'm gonna fuck it! It's a virgin! I hate virgin walls! I'm gonna split its cunt!"
Meaty Treat joined the battle to save me, tugging at my legs to pull me backward. I tore away from all three girls just as Lena made a flying tackle and landed in a whimpering puddle of flesh at my feet. Free of detaining hands, I slammed full force into that wall. There was a loud cracking sound, the plaster gave and a hole appeared in the wall. I fucked that hole for a couple of minutes before I passed out. When I woke up I found myself with Mother, his cock in my mouth and mine in his. We drifted off into the fog again and then I was lying on my back with all four women on top of me, rubbing their sloppy cunts all over my body. They came in my mouth in an endless chain ... three cunts at once ... a cock and two cunts ... four cunts ... all coming, coming, coming.
"Never, never give him bourbon and hash again," a voice was saying from far away. I opened my eyes and discovered Mother rubbing his prick all over my face.
"Get your fucking queer cock off my face, you sonofabitch of a mother-fucker!" I screeched and picked him up and hurled him across the room. Then I passed out for good.
Chapter Ten
There was a stake driven through my head and another one through my belly. The peasants must have found out that I slept in a coffin during the day and had sneaked into the palace and done me in. I wanted to call my faithful hunchback Rufello but my mouth was stuffed with dry cotton and all I could do was croak hoarsely.
"Here, drink this." Someone was lifting my head in spite of the stake and putting something cold against my lips, I drank thirstily and nearly choked as the cotton in my mouth dissolved. "Drink it all! Mrs. Vanders is here to see you."
It was Eva holding the glass to my mouth, I saw when I opened my eyes, and I was in a bed in another room of the apartment.
"What is that?" I asked, taking another sip from the glass.
"Orange juice," she said, and waited until I had downed the last of it before adding, "Orange juice laced with a bit of hash."
"But didn't something happen when I ... Oh God!" I cringed and hoped the stake through my belly proved fatal. I'm one of those unfortunate people who never blacks out permanently. Sooner or later it all comes back. I'm cursed with the memory of every stupid, vile, and beastly thing I do when I'm drunk, and last night I had been stoned as well as drunk.
"Didn't I hear somebody say last night that I should never have hash?"
"That was hash with bourbon," Eva said. "This is with orange juice, and that's good for you especially when we mixed in some meth to pop you up for Mrs. Vanders."
I winced again. "Did I kill anybody?"
"No, not quite, but poor old Mother is pretty shook."
"Oh God, now I'm a homosexual as well as a child molester!"
Terms like homosexual and child molester had no meaning in Eva's world. Fucking a person of the same sex or someone underage was a normal, rational act in her mind. So she just shook her head and looked puzzled by my obvious anguish.
"Mrs. Vanders is talking to Sandy and JoAnne. now," she said. "She'll want to see you next."
"Let me sleep!" I begged, rolling over and covering my head with my arms in an effort to shut out the pounding of six different drummers. "I'm hungry too. I haven't eaten in days."
"I'll see if I can find you a snack," she said. "I think there are some sardines in the refrigerator. With some crackers and some champagne, that ought to make you feel better. There's nothing like cold champagne with a little horse in it to get a dude going in the morning."
"No!" I yelled. "No shit! You're not gonna get me on hard stuff! I don't even want any damn meth!"
"Baby, you're already loaded with it. In a little while you'll be jiving and jumping," she laughed an. disappeared out the door.
I tried to go back to sleep but the memories of the things I had done the night before wouldn't let me. Even when I rolled over on my belly and hid my eyes, there were pictures on the inside of my eyelids ... a woman's great bearded cunt ... a boy's round bottom ... a child's pink pussy ... all damning me for m, crimes.
Lying there in a strange bed with an empty, rumbling belly and a drug-bemused mind, I thought I was probably going crazy. Last night I had been crazy! Nobody but a madman would have acted the way I did, nobody but a madman would have been able to.
The hash Eva had spiked my orange juice with must have been at war with the meth because instead of getting all jumpy and gung ho I started to get sleepy. What happens when you combine uppers with downers? What happens when you ... I drifted off into a terrifying dream in which I was trapped deep in the scarlet cavern of Lena's mammoth cunt. Instead of being soft and yielding, however, the inside of the cunt was covered with sharp teeth ... teeth that were closing in on me ... teeth that were poking at my butt, about to sink in and draw first blood.
"Roll him over!" said a woman's voice brittle with arrogance. "I want to see all of him. I'm not buying any pig in a poke."
"This you got to see to believe, Mrs. Vanders," Eva's voice said, and I opened my eyes to find her and a demurely dressed Sandy tugging me onto my back.
A woman was standing near the bed, a tall woman with an angular face that showed good bone structure under fine-grained skin. Her green eyes were as cold-looking as her auburn hair was warm. She was dressed in the latest Hollywood style-pseudo-Hell's Angel mama-man's blue work shirt, denim jacket with skull and crossbones on the back, tight jeans held up by a bike chain belt and black boots. Man, those jeans were tight! Where they stretched taut across her crotch you could see the actual outline of her cunt. Even in my condition, looking at Sheila Vanders' cunt through denim was a revelation.
To make her costume completely incongruous, she was carrying a riding crop and that's what had been poking me in the butt. Her lips were a compressed line as she examined my nakedness, but they parted slightly when her eyes stopped at the level of my cock. Soft and helpless as it was at the moment, it must have been a fairly formidable sight.
"Well, well, Eva. I thought you were exaggerating when you told me about this," she said.
"How could you exaggerate about that? " Eva said.
Mrs. Vanders reached out with her riding crop and flipped my cock with its end. She held it up and bent to examine it more closely. "Hmmmm. Did you bring the tape measure?"
Eva produced the tape measure.
"Measure him," Mrs. Vanders ordered. "I know they say size isn't everything, but when it gets that big, it has to mean something."
Eva called out the length, diameter, and circumference and the cool green eyes became more intense. "No one will ever believe me. Not one of my jet-set friends will believe it unless they see it for themselves."
"If they miss seeing the original, tell they can see a plastercast of it at the new museum at the Kennedy Center when it's built," Sandy said. She was standing at the foot of the bed, dressed in a demure plaid skirt and white blouse, her blonde hair combed into a neat ponytail and not a smidgeon of makeup on her face. She looked like a little girl on her way to Sunday School.
Mrs. Vanders looked puzzled. "I don't understand."
"Sandy made a cast of Josh last night when he was at his maximum expansion and she's going to pretend it's Mother Courage's and have it hung in the museum."
Sheila Vanders threw back her head and laughed. "I like you people. You are so deliciously evil and immoral."
"No, we're not," Eva said. "We have simply rejected the Establishment's assumptions and so-called moral values. We operate on our own system."
"Then how do you enjoy any of the marvelously vile things you do?" Sheila asked. "Without a sense of doing wrong, how can you possibly get any thrill out of your actions?"
"We do our freaky thing and have our freaky fun," Eva said. "You can't understand because you haven't dropped out."
"And this one ... " she tapped the head of my cock with the riding crop, "this one has dropped out too?"
Eva looked at me and shrugged. "Josh is a special case. He thinks he's an actor and has a straight mind, but his body ... well, that's something else."
Sheila Vanders turned to Sandy. "You say you made a sculpture of his generative equipment?"
"I made a plaster cast of his cock," Sandy said.
Mrs. Vanders smiled condescendingly. "That's what I meant. I'd like to have it. I'll buy it from you."
Sandy's face became instantly hostile. "No! It's going to be hung in a museum! A hundred years from now people will go there and see it and wonder about it. They'll see Mother Courage's name under it, and they'll have heard of him because Mother and Lena are going to be famous someday ... they'll be in the history books, just like the Beatles and the Stones and the Airplane. Then when they look at the plaque, they'll see that Mother Courage's cock was cast by Sandy Plastercaster and they'll know about me, too!"
"But Sandy, it isn't Mother Courage's cock," Eva said.
"That doesn't matter. It will be by then because people will see it and the plaque under it and that will make it so. And they'll remember me because of it."
So I was Sandy Plastercaster's ticket to immortality. Well, I suppose there are worse things to be, but it didn't seem fair that after all the trouble I'd gone to to grow the cock in question that Mother Courage should be remembered and Josh Edwards forgotten. But then, like the man said, the whole universe is a rip-off.
"I'll give you a thousand dollars for it," Sheila Vanders said, "and set up a shrine with candles and incense in my living room to place it in."
"Who'd see it there?" Sandy asked.
"Everybody! All the right people!" Sheila said, slapping her booted leg with the riding crop. "A thousand dollars is a lot of money, Miss Plastercaster."
"That's not my name, it's a title," Sandy said. ".No, I don't want to sell it. I want it to be in the Kennedy Center with a poem by Eva and a mass by Lenny Bernstein ... and my name on the plaque."
"Oh, well, perhaps you'll change your mind," the redhead said, turning back to me. "I don't suppose the original is going to be presented to a museum, is it?"
"I was planning on keeping it where it is for the time being," I said as she tapped my cock just hard enough to make it flare up slightly.
"Very well, Eva, then our deal still goes. The two girls for Asa and this for me, although aside from being phenomenally endowed in the phallus department I can't imagine what it's good for."
I resented being referred to as "it," but apparently being hung like an ape made people think of you as a beast whether you had a sensitive soul or not.
"I'll one-to-one with you," Eva said to Sheila, "there isn't anyone who can lick a cunt as good as Josh. You'd think that with a cock that big he wouldn't have bothered with anything else, you know, but he has a thing for muff-diving ... to him, every woman is eating stuff."
"Well, well." The look the woman bestowed on me this time was speculative and sultry. "If you're as accurate in that as you were about the size of him, we should get along fine. And does he know that I also will require him to entertain my friends, to indulge in group scenes and troilistic romps, take part in switch-hitting with a touch of pederasty and a bit of exhibitionism?"
"You couldn't ask for a more hedonistic type," Eva assured her. "Just give Josh some hash and he swings every way there is to swing."
"Hmmmmmm. Yes, I've read that Arabs and other Easterners believe that hashish can act as an extreme aphrodisiac. The user is said to go into a voluptuous stupor. The Moslems think it stimulates the nervous system and prolongs erection for several hours."
That sure sounded like what had happened to me the night before.
"Of course it takes huge amounts. In the East they consume amounts of hashish that would astound the average hippie," Mrs. Vanders went on. "The Arabic word kayf, or ecstasy, is used to describe the effect it produces. It's a state of ecstatic tension accompanied by hypersexual activity." She looked at my cock and licked at her lower lip. "They say that in the state of kayf, the penis can be kept in a state of vigorous erection for twenty-four hours. During that period, the man will indulge in almost continuous copulation. A man in that condition has no moral inhibitions and no self-restraint; he will indulge to frenzy in any sexual act which offers itself. When inflamed by hashish, which they call bhang, young Indian Moslems will join together in rampaging bands to attack, rob, and rape men and women, boys and girls without discrimination, taking turns in continuous assault throughout the night. They will join in homosexual acts as well as heterosexual, anal intercourse and fellatio as well as ordinary copulation. I recall the exact words of one book on the subject-" she paused and her smile at me was almost menacing-" 'When hashish has enslaved its user, it has a peculiar demoralizing effect both upon mind and body,' say the authors of the Cradle of Erotica. 'Phychic love is brutalized into physical lust; civilized man degenerates to a primeval state of promiscuity. The victim of sexual fatalism and degradation lives only for the immediate gratification of his senses. He is primitive and unrefined in his selfish craving for raw pleasure, and his warped and decayed spirit-drives him to a vicious circle of extravagant behavior which in many cases ultimately leads to self-destruction.' "
She stepped close to the bed, stroking the riding crop across my belly and stirring the pubic hair with it. "Does that sound at all like you, Josh Edwards?"
I buried my face in my hands. "That sounds like me. Oh God, that's just exactly the way I was last night."
"How wonderful," she said. "I think you've brought me just what I was looking for, Eva. Can you obtain a large supply of hashish?"
"As easy as I can buy cereal at the grocery store," Eva said.
"I won't do it! I won't take that stuff! I don't want to be in a state of kayf or whatever you call it! I won't be some kind of sexual monster!"
"Not even for a thousand dollars a month?" Sheila Vanders purred.
I shook my head. "I'm not going to take any more of that stuff for all the money in the world."
"Aw, come on, Josh, it's only pot," Eva whispered.
"Pot and hash are two different things," I told her. "You saw what happened to me last night."
"You were just having a good time ... groovin' on the group scene."
We not only marched to the sound of different drummers, we weren't even in the same band. Eva could see nothing wrong with the sexual maniac I had been the night before. Christ, it was bad enough to be oversexed like I was without deliberately taking something that would produce a twenty-four-hour hard-on.
"There's nothing wrong with having fun," Eva said as Mrs. Vanders nodded at her and walked out into the hall. "Live a little, man! Let it all hang out!"
"Do you think I was having fun when I tried to drive my cock through that wall?" I asked.
"You not only tried, you Succeeded," Eva giggled. "Hey, that would be a good trick for one of Mrs. Vanders' sex shows for her friends."
There was no use discussing it. Talk about lack of communication between generations! People of the same generation couldn't understand each other if one was heavy into drugs and the other wasn't. The state I had been in last night scared the hell out of me, but Eva thought I had just been having fun.
"I'm not going to do it, and that's final," I said.
"Don't be too sure, Josh," Sandy said. "Meaty Treat and I want to go to Mrs. Vanders' house. We want to meet her husband and do our thing with him."
"Then go with my blessing," I said.
"But Mrs. Vanders wants you, Josh. It's a package deal-two fucking kiddies and a superstud."
"Take Mother Courage in my place," I suggested.
"No. You're going because we're going," Sandy said determinedly. "You're part of our group now ... you're just another groupie."
Me, a groupie? Hell, I didn't even dig rock.
"You might as well give in, Josh," the blonde girl said, "You do remember what we told you? You haven't forgotten the witnesses to your crime?"
I collapsed. They had me. I could face not having any money, but not going to jail.
"He'll do it, Mrs. Vanders," Sandy told the woman as she came back into the room. "He won't make any more trouble."
"Very well," Mrs. Vanders said. "I want to talk to Lena now. Oh, and Eva ... "
"Yes, ma'am?" I had never heard Eva call anyone ma'am before. The smell of money must be more penetrating than I had assumed.
"Start preparing our friend. I'm expecting guests tonight and I want him in a state of kayf by the time we get to my place," Mrs. Vanders directed.
"Yes, ma'am. I'll load him so full of hash his cock will be as big as Pike's Peak and will stay hard for a week."
"Yes, yes," Sheila Vanders said, and I had the impression she was mentally rubbing her hands together like the villain in an old-time movie.
I climbed out of bed and reached for my jeans that someone had slung over a chair, but Mrs. Vanders flipped them out of my hand with her riding crop.
"I prefer you the way you are," she said. "You are to follow me around naked. It makes me feel like an Oriental princess with her sex slave always available."
"Go on, do what she says ... be a good groupie," Sandy urged as I hesitated. "Think of the good of the group instead of the individual." In a lower voice she added, "Think of going to jail!"
I started walking, following meekly after Mrs. Vanders' tightly encased, smoothly swinging buttocks without a stitch on.
"That's better," Sheila said, glancing over her shoulder. "I think I'll get a golden chain for you and a dog collar for your neck ... no, better yet, I'll put a collar on that cock of yours and lead you around by it."
Life was sure starting to look grim. My spirits sank lower and lower as I contemplated a future of trotting around with a dog collar on my cock when I wasn't trying to drive it through walls.
Chapter Eleven
"Well, well well," Sheila Vanders said, surveying JoAnne and Sandy with her red head cocked to one side "Yes, they are sweet little girls ... flowers of pure innocence snatched out of Middle America and plunged into the sexual maelstrom of the West Coast, threatened on every side by rapacious producers and drug-oriented peer groups. Their loving but confused mother-" she indicated Lena whose bulk was hidden under a tentlike muu-muu-"searches for a way to save them from a fate almost as bad as death. She hears about a rich man who has the welfare of children always foremost in his mind, that benefactor and lover of little girls, Asa Vanders, and her problem is solved. Is that, about the way your script reads, Eva?"
Eva nodded, but I was too busy staring at JoAnne to pay much attention. If I had felt like a rat before, now I felt like a superrat. The child didn't even look eleven. My God, how could I possibly have thought this pug-nosed, freckle-faced little girl with the pigtails and neat gingham dress, with her skinny legs in white knee socks and shiny patent leather slippers, was sixteen! Not only would no court ever believe me, I didn't believe myself.
"What's the matter, Josh?" Mrs. Vanders asked. "You look a bit under the weather. I hope I'm not going to be saddled with a sickly satyr."
"He'll be all right," Eva assured her. "He's just having conscience pangs."
"For what? What did he do?"
"That little girl, that poor little girl," I choked. "The things I did to her!"
"Oh, Josh, knock it off," JoAnne said. "You make me feel awful."
"I'm the one who should feel awful. You shouldn't be wandering around where men like me can get hold of you. Why don't you go on back to your folks?"
"I told you I don't have any folks!" she said angrily. "They ceased to exist. They were so square that they turned into cardboard boxes and got shipped away."
"Then let me try to make up for ... "
"If you don't quit that whining," the girl said, "I'm going to pay a visit to the nearest police station dressed just like this, sucking on a lollipop and carrying a balloon."
My knees gave way and I sank to the floor with my head in my hands.
"Here you go, Josh," Eva said, handing me a glass with a dark liquid in it. "Take a swallow of this good old whiskey and you'll feel better."
I took a sip of the bourbon and then quickly downed half the glass.
"I hope you remembered what I told you, Eva," Mrs. Vanders said.
"Don't worry. That was loaded with hash," Eva said. "The real Josh will be back with us by the time we get to your place."
"Excellent!" Mrs. Vanders rubbed her palms together. "Yes, the girls will do nicely. Asa will take one look and think he has been offered the keys to paradise. And while he frolics through a forest of little-girl cunts, the rest of us can have some real old-fashioned grown-up fun with my friends."
"Right on!" Eva said.
"The hearse is waiting out in front, Mrs. Vanders," Lena said respectfully. "We'll load your motorcycle in and all travel together."
"Here's that dog collar you asked for, Mrs. Vanders," Mother Courage said, coming in from the hall.
"Ah yes, that's for our superstud here," Mrs. Vanders said, taking the collar and moving toward me. "I wouldn't want him to get away and bite some female on the cunt before we got him to the beach house."
The woman's long white hands were on my cock and just the touch of them brought on an instant erection. She laughed. "Naughty, naughty! Mustn't get hard yet ... got to save all that for later on."
She slipped the dog collar over my cock and moved it down to the base, tightening and buckling it. Then she looped the long chain around my waist and fastened it with a tiny lock. "There, how's that, lover boy? Does that make you feel owned?"
I stared down unhappily at the collar and chain but didn't say anything.
"I asked you a question!" she said, slapping me across the belly with the length of chain she still held in her hand. "Answer me when I talk to you!"
I glared at her defiantly, wondering how I had ever thought it would be a pleasure to serve her sexually.
"Answer Mrs. Vanders, Josh," Eva said.
"Yes, don't stand there like a dolt, love," Mother Courage said.
"Remember the lollipop, Josh," JoAnne said.
A fine bunch of dropouts these were, I thought bitterly. One sniff of really big money and the lot of them started bowing their heads and sounding like junior executives on the way up.
"Yeah, it makes me feel owned," I growled at the redhead.
"Good," Mrs. Vanders said and gave a yank on the chain that sent a wave of pain lancing through my abused manhood.
"Hey, that hurt, damn you!" I yelled.
"I intended for it to hurt," she said. "Shall we go now, kiddies?"
"You're not going to parade me out into the street like this," I said, indicating my nakedness.
"Don't be stodgy," Mrs. Vanders said. "This is Hollywood. The sight of a naked man on the end of a dog leash won't strike anyone as strange."
We went down the hallway, me trying various ways to hide my nakedness with my hands but without success because Mrs. Vanders kept jerking my cock out from under them.
"Mustn't try to hide your crowning glory," she smirked. "I want everyone to see what I'm getting for my money."
The two little girls trailed after us, licking at all-day suckers and carrying balloons. Lena in her flowered tent with a straw farmer-type hat shoved down on her head was carrying an umbrella, and Mother Courage minced along in his sequined dress, looking more like a woman than ever. Eva brought up the rear, carrying a half gallon of bourbon into which hashish had been stirred to transport me into the state of kayf Mrs. Vanders desired.
I cringed from the sunshine as we walked out of the house and shivered as my shame was revealed for all to see. The pull of the chain had turned my cock into a flaming torment by the time we started down the driveway to the sidewalk. The street was filled with people. I closed my eyes, expecting to hear shouts of outrage and police sirens. Instead, I heard cheers!
I opened my eyes. There was a Gay Liberation parade going on down the block and some of the "girls" weren't wearing much more than I was. Two topless waitresses were picketing the bar across the street, and group of Zen freaks were about to immolate themselves in the middle of the parkway. No one was looking at us at all. Not one of the scores of people hurrying along the sidewalk or driving past was paying any attention to us. Neither were they watching the Gay Lib parade, the topless waitresses or the Zen people because a skywriter, apparently hired by a Yippie, was spelling out, in large 'letters in the cloudless blue above, FUCK AMERIKA. Everyone was looking skyward and giggling or shaking their fists.
For some reason I felt almost normal as I walked naked toward the hearse painted in psychedelic colors with pictures of Mother Courage and Lena the Hyena on its sides. Everything else considered, I wasn't so bad after all.
We lifted Mrs. Vanders' Harley-Davidson into the rear of the hearse and climbed in after it. Mrs. Vanders supervised the seating arrangements, placing me in the place usually reserved for the corpse, after my hands and feet had been bound to keep me from harming myself, she said, as my sexual intoxication increased. Jo-Anne, Sandy, Lena, and Mother Courage were arranged around me. Eva was driving and Mrs. Vanders went to sit beside her in the front.
We were pretty crowded in the back, what with the bike taking up so much room, and it was impossible not to touch each other. It wasn't much wonder that my thoughts would turn to sex before we even got on the freeway, but I thought the others should have controlled themselves.
"Josh," JoAnne whispered and began rubbing her thin thighs against my upper arm and shoulder.
"What is it?" I asked, staring at the ceiling to avoid watching Mother looking at my cock while he rubbed his thighs together under the long skirt.
Lena was swilling bourbon and caressing her big nipples through the dress.
Only Sandy was thinking about something else. She was holding the plaster replica of my cock in both hands, cradling it against her breasts to protect it against any jars on the way up the coast. She had agreed to rent it to Mrs. Vanders as a conversation piece for the nights of partying she had planned. Partying at which it was evident that I was to be the main attraction for Sheila's jet-set friends while Sandy and Meaty Treat kept Mr. Vanders' mind off his wife and daughter. But hadn't Eva said he had three daughters? I wondered idly where the two younger ones were and why they didn't seem to figure in Sheila's plans.
"I want something, Josh Edwards," JoAnne said, kneeling beside me.
"Go away, JoAnne," I said. "Please, go away!"
"What's with him?" Lena asked, rolling over like a playful hippo until her monstrous buttock was shoved against mine.
"I guess he doesn't want to get JoAnne mussed up," Mother Courage said. "It wouldn't do for a supposedly innocent virgin to show up at Asa Vanders' house with come all over her dainty new dress. Actually, it would be better if all you girls just sat back and watched while Josh and I ... "
"Leave me alone," I begged, feeling the bourbon and hash starting to get to me. "Please, all of you, leave me alone!"
"What's a matter, little man?" Lena crooned. "Does his mean old dongie hurt him?" The big girl was bad enough under ordinary circumstances, but Lena talking baby talk and squeezing my cock at the same time was almost more than I could stand.
"Josh, I'm getting all hot," JoAnne whispered. "Just looking at that cock of yours gets me all hot and wet."
She didn't have to tell me that because by now she had my head halfway under her dress and the crotch of her white cotton panties was pressing against my forehead. The narrow strip of cloth was soaked and an aroma of Ivory soap and girl juice there between her thighs was overwhelmingly erotic. I didn't need Lena's manipulating of my poor dong to become as excited as a miser in a money factory.
I turned my head to get free of JoAnne's skirt and there was Mother Courage, pulling his skirt up to reveal those curvy legs of his in black net stockings. "That's right, Josh, look at my beautiful thighs. Remember what it was like to drive your cock into my tight ass? And how you kept driving and driving and practically killed me with your gorgeously brutal telephone pole?"
Lena jiggled her gigantic cushiony breasts against my bare sides. "Remember what it was like to almost crawl inside my cunt, Josh? Remember all that thick black hair that looks like moss hanging from trees in the swamp? Remember how I almost drowned you in cunt juice?"
"Remember how tight I was that first time, Josh?" JoAnne said. "Remember how you kind of dangled me on the end of your prick and I clung so fast you could toss me around like a rubber ball?"
"Ohhhhhh ... Nooooooo ... please doooonnnnn't!" My cock was throbbing like an infected wound.
"Remember when I sucked your cock, Josh?" Mother Courage said. "Remember how my lips felt as they closed around you and I sucked and sucked and ... " He leaned over and his lips brushed the tip of my cock like soft wet feathers as Lena held it straight up for him.
I groaned and thrashed my head from side to side.
"Here you go, Josh," Lena said sympathetically, tilting the bottle to my mouth. "This will make it feel better, this will get it so hard it won't hurt anymore."
I knew she was lying but it didn't matter. Maybe if I could down enough of that mixture I would pass out and place myself beyond their power to torment me.
I gulped at the fiery stuff while Lena watched approvingly. When she removed it from my lips, she whistled at the lowered level of liquor in the bottle.
"Keep it up, kiddies," I heard Mrs. Vanders' voice say and then she had climbed into the back of the hearse with us. "Get him in the mood. Turn him into a one-man sex wave. My friends have some peculiar tastes and I want them to have everything they want and as often as they want it."
"Finger-fuck me, Josh," JoAnne said, moving down to sit on my hands where they lay handcuffed across my belly. "I don't dare do anything else for fear Mr. Vanders would get suspicious of my virginal state, but it won't hurt if you do it with your fingers. You can move them that much, can't you?"
"Let me caress those strong hairy thighs," Mother said, and his long hair trailed across my lower body, his lips moving like burning footsteps over the inside of my legs.
"That's a sweet old cock," Lena crooned, stroking my tortured dong with plump fingers.
"Not too much of that!" Mrs. Vanders commanded. "Don't get him off! I want him kept unbearably aroused but I don't want him to come! I don't want to waste even one of his orgasms."
"Please, someone help me ... fuck me, please!" I tried to roll over onto Lena but she laughed and pushed me flat again.
Mrs. Vanders came to stand over me. Her boots and jeans were gone but she still wore bikini briefs. I could see the thick curling pubic hair escaping from under the edge of the sheer nylon, and the long gash of her cunt was clearly visible.
"Look at me, Josh!" she ordered when I tried to close my eyes to blot out the sight. "Look at my cunt, you big-pricked bastard! Look at it and let me see you drool and lick your lips!"
They were trying to drive me crazy! I couldn't stand it! I couldn't stand it!
"Watch now, Josh, as I take off the panties! Watch as that long slit surrounded by its auburn forest appears! Watch as the lips open for you!"
She had my complete attention now. I couldn't look away. Sheila Vanders' golden-tanned legs were directly over my head. I could see every line and curve of the firm flesh and smooth muscles. I could see the silken red pubic hair. And as the panties were rolled down, I could see the full lips peek tantalizingly through the autumn forest as she had promised. And yes, yes, her cunt did seem to be opening for- me! Oh God ... God, I had to have her!
"Wouldn't you like to stick that bloated prick into this flaming forest of lust, Josh?" she taunted, letting the rolled bit of nylon drop down about her ankles.
"Please ... let me ... anything you want ... let me ... " I babbled, trying to struggle up between her thighs.
"Anything I want?" she laughed as my lips caressed her knees. She opened her legs wider and let me kneel between them and burn kisses on the satiny inner thighs. "Let's see, what do I really want?" She let me get just close enough for the tendrils of curling auburn hair to touch my face, then put her hands on my shoulders so I couldn't get closer. "Do you want to eat my cunt, Josh? Do you want to plunge your tongue deep into all that ripe lush flesh?"
"Yes, yes!" I gasped, staring greedily at the lust-provoking labia and channel of irresistible erotic appeal.
"But you said anything I want, didn't you?" She reached down and took me by the ears, forcing my head back. I opened my mouth thinking she was going to jam her cunt into my face and thrilling with anticipation of it.
Her laugh was mocking as she spread her thighs farther and kind of squatted over my face. "I know what I want, Josh! I want to piss! Okay, stud, keep your mouth open and drink your fill!"
Too shocked to move, I knelt there and was drenched in a golden stream of steamy piss. It hit me in the face and ran down over my neck and shoulders. I tried to pull away but her grip on my ears was too strong. I hadn't even had the sense to shut my mouth and a river of the stuff ran down my throat.
Then she was laughing like a devil ... rubbing her cunt and soaking hair into my face, over my eyes, into my hair, and roaring as though it were the funniest joke she had ever heard.
"How does it taste, Josh? You like to drink from the golden fountain? Does it make your cock throb even harder?" she demanded.
I tried to say something but I couldn't get the words out. Then she was pushing me away, knocking me flat onto my back again. "Now lie there in it! And remember who's boss around here!" She turned her head slightly. "Sandy, come here! I want to fuck you! I want to see what my nutty husband gets out of little-girl cunts."
Sandy was still hugging the cast of my much-abused prick to her chest but she reluctantly reached over and laid it on the front seat beside Eva and then came to the woman. Sheila pulled her into her arms and, still choking on the acid mouthful I had been forced to swallow, I watched as Sheila's lips closed over Sandy's and her tongue dipped into the girl's.
"Feel this, baby," Sheila said, guiding one of Sandy's hands to the lush pasture between her thighs ... the lovely pasture in which I had tried to graze and had been driven out of by a downpour of piss.
"You dig that, Sandy? You like that, you little cock-loving plastercaster?" Sheila had the white blouse open and had pushed aside the bra to rub her palm across both pert mounds, turning the pink nipples into peaks of pleasure.
They were both standing astride me and I could look up the long tanned legs to the rosy slit under the auburn hair and see the girl's fingers digging into the aromatic cunt. I could also see Sheila's hand reach up under the plaid skirt and pull the panties down the slender thighs, to the ankles.
"Do you want me to fuck you, Sandy?" Sheila husked, bending to kiss each perky nipple in turn.
"Sure, Mrs. Vanders," Sandy said, kicking the panties off and opening her legs so the woman could shove a finger into her golden-fringed pussy. "I like to fuck."
"How old did you say were, Sandy Plastercaster?" Sheila asked.
Sandy giggled. "Thirteen going on thirty, Mrs. Vanders."
"Such an experienced baby. You'll try to be more innocent and slow with Asa, won't you?"
"Sure, anything you say, Mrs. Vanders."
Sheila took the girl's hand and guided it up from where it was shoving in and out of her cunt to a place at the upper end of the labia. "Feel this, Sandy. Isn't that big? Doesn't that remind you of a cock?"
"It's not as big as Lena's," Sandy said, "but it's pretty big."
I remembered then that Eva had said something about a lesbian attachment between the lovely Sheila and her oldest stepdaughter. Maybe she thought she could charm younger girls into the same situation. Well, if I knew Sandy, she was more likely to teach Mrs. Vanders a thing or two rather than the other way around. What I couldn't figure out was, if she really preferred women, why had she hired me? Just for the entertainment of her guests?
I couldn't figure it out, but it didn't matter. At the moment, I couldn't keep my mind on it because of those two sets of legs straddling my almost helpless body. I could see the long, red-fringed cunt rubbing against the smaller golden one. Oh, man, was that a sight! My dong throbbed and pulsed, hurting like hell, and I yearned for one of those cunts or both of them to appease my lust. It looked like Mrs. Vanders was going to have her way. I was approaching a state of kayf, the pink haze was descending, and there wasn't a damn thing I could do but watch the two pussies feasting on each other.
Sandy's skirt had vanished and I could see up the whole length of her delicious youthful body. I could see Mrs. Vanders' hands and lips running over it, across the applelike breasts, up and down the slender thighs, over the perky pink buttocks.
"Where shall we lie down to fuck, Sandy?" Sheila husked. "Where would you like to lie down and spread your darling thighs and open your pretty pussy for me? Where do you want to be when I delight your nubile love nest with my hard clit?"
Sandy giggled but her breath was coming hard. "You talk so funny, Mrs. Vanders. But I don't care where we go ... any place is a good place to fuck."
Sheila pretended to look around. "Well, we don't have a bed here."
"It doesn't matter, Mrs. Vanders," Sandy said, putting her arms around the beautiful golden buttocks and shoving herself into the red-muffed cunt. "Just so we do it. You got me so hot my cunt's on fire. I need to have something in it or I'll burn up."
"I know," Sheila said, as though she had just thought of it, "we'll do it on top of good old Josh! That'll make him feel good, won't it? I'm sure he'd love to have two glorious pussies locked in passionate embrace right on top of him. And it will help him attain his state of kayf so he can fuck for twenty-four hours without ever losing his erection. He's going to fuck all my friends, Sandy. He's going to fuck the fabulously beautiful Claire von Pabst and her handsome Prussian husband Hans, the ever-lovely Rick and Ricki Richardson, and all the other delightful people who will be in my orgy room tonight to see him put on the wildest sex show they've ever seen. The Rangroves think they have shows! They've never had a stud the likes of Josh with an undeflatable hard-on!"
So that was it. This whole deal in the back of the hearse was simply to make sure I was kept in a state of arousal but not given any release until the sadistic redhead wanted me to get it, and then it would be only to provide entertainment for her jaded jet-set friends.
The two were sinking down on top of me. I could smell the delicious aroma of their rubbing cunts, and once a drop of hot juice dropped on my face. I moaned and licked at it. It tasted of Sandy but there was something else, something wild and exotic, and that had to be Sheila Vanders for sure.
Sandy's cute bottom was poised just over my forehead, her girlish thighs close to my face. I could see Mrs. Vanders' pussy rolling and grinding against the golden one, the auburn hair tangled with the gold, the girl's tight young cunt spread as wide as it would go to come in contact with the more mature slit.
It was maddening! I was going to go insane! I tried to struggle upward but it was impossible. I started kicking with my bound feet to slide myself out from under them.
"Oh, no, you don't!" Mrs. Vanders said. "Lena! Jo-Anne! Get on his legs! Hold him down! No, I have a better idea. You two do it, too! Get right over his cock and fuck each other!"
Lena rolled onto my legs immediately, tugging the baggy dress over her head as she did so. While Meaty Treat was stripping carefully so as not to damage her clothes, Mother Courage snorted in disgust and went to sit with Eva up front.
The golden glory of Sandy's girlhood and the scarlet slash that was Mrs. Vanders' sex were joined over my face, both sets of female thighs pressed around my cheeks, but it wasn't the same as it had been with Sandy and Meaty Treat that first night. They weren't being offered to my eager mouth; I wasn't being tendered a feast. I was being put in the position of the starving orphan watching the rich kids dine.
They were so close to my pussy-hungry mouth but I couldn't reach them. The silken hair, the satiny thighs, the maddeningly beautiful musk of the two love chalices were not mine to share. All I could do was smell and lick up an occasional drop of juice that dripped onto my mouth. I ached in my very soul to push my tongue between Sheila Vanders' glorious cunt lips, my heart cried out for the taste of Sandy's passion pot, but I had to lie there and do nothing as they rotated against each other, using me for a platform.
Then I felt the movement on my legs. I slanted my eyes downward and saw JoAnne sitting on the fat woman's thighs, her little pink puss plastered against the massive black rain forest of the rock singer's cunt. They were slapping gently against my cock, letting the bottoms of their cunts touch it ever so lightly, but not enough to build up any friction, not enough to give me any relief from my aching flesh, only enough to make it ache the more.
"Isn't this fun, Josh?" Mrs. Vanders asked in her mocking voice. "Just think, you'll be covered with female come and you won't have wasted a single orgasm. You'll have every bit of hard cock left that you've got right now."
The woman emphasized her words by grinding her plump-lipped pussy into and over Sandy's almost viciously. Her clit was fucking the younger girl and every time the two came together there was a slurping, slushing sound.
Lena and Meaty Treat were at it too. I could feel Lena's juice falling onto my belly and dribbling down onto my genitals. My thighs were slippery with it, my face was covered with it.
I started to scream and I didn't stop until we got to the Vanders' house. I wouldn't have stopped then if they hadn't slopped some more whiskey in my mouth, forcing me to swallow or choke to death. Then they wrapped a blanket around me and led me toward the house.
Chapter Twelve
Eva had pulled the psychedelic hearse into a circular driveway in front of a sprawling beach house with two wings surrounding a swimming pool, volleyball and tennis courts. It was just about dusk and from the admiring murmurs of the girls, I gathered they thought the place was lovely but I was in no mood for such trivialities. I had been used as a launching pad for fucking females for forty miles up the coast, and I smelled like the inside of a well-used cunt. My cock was frozen into a permanent state of rigidity that not even the threat of being cut off would have softened.
"How are we going to get him in the house with that thing sticking out in front?" Lena asked Mrs. Vanders.
"That does present a problem," Mrs. Vanders said thoughtfully. "We have to get him to the orgy room in the bedroom wing of the house without either Asa or Randy seeing him."
"I'd be glad to help," Mother Courage lisped. "Just give me half an hour alone with sweet Josh and I'll have that swelling reduced to manageable proportions."
But Mrs. Vanders wasn't having any. She had me in just the state she wanted me. Loaded with hashish and tormented to the point of madness by feminine bodies making love on top of me, I was half mad with lust and had a hard-on that only an orgy would relieve. I was entirely at her mercy.
"Fuck me ... fuck me ... somebody, help!" I pleaded.
"Fear not, darling," Mrs. Vanders laughed. "Help is on the way. Even as you cringe there in torment, Sheila has arranged for your release. Private jets are even now bringing my friends in from San Francisco, Santa Barbara, Los Angeles, and Acapulco. In about three hours you and Eva and Lena will be on center stage, the lights and music will go on and you can fuck, blow, and lick to your heart's content while my guests watch. Then, when you have titillated their jaded sexuality sufficiently, they will join you in an endless night of pleasure."
"But I need it now ... now!" I pointed to the aching torment between my thighs. "Look, it's about to burst! It hurts much I can't stand it! Just let Eva get on it for a minute ... or let Sandy suck on it for a while."
"Sandy and Jo Anne have their work cut out for them. They have to convince my child-loving husband that they are young flowers of virtue who have to be saved from a life of dangerous chastity."
I looked at the two girls. They had spent the last half hour of the ride getting themselves dressed and combed after the session with Lena and Mrs. Vanders. They looked like two cute kids just in from the sticks, they looked like anything but the pair of part-time whores, full-time groupies that they were.
"So all you have to learn is patience, my dear," Sheila Vanders said, pulling on my dog collar and sending excruciating flashes of pain shooting out. from my prick. It was like a bundle of raw nerve endings. The slightest touch produced red waves of agony or purple waves of passion.
"There's still the problem of getting him into this pad of yours, Mrs. Vanders," Eva pointed out.
"Yes. Well, let's take him around to the library door and he can just walk through there and down the hall without anyone seeing him."
"Okay. Come on, Josh," Eva said and tried to hurry me along.
"It hurts ... ohhhhh, it hurts!" I moaned.
"Stop that!" Eva whispered fiercely. "We're almost into the money ... this is no time to go soft on us."
"Going soft is hardly the problem!" I hissed in her ear. "I'm going to fly apart if I don't get some relief soon! That woman is insane! She wants me to die of priapism!"
"Take it easy, Josh. You only got a couple of hours to wait."
"Let me fuck you, Eva," I begged.
"No. You'll be fucking me half the night. Just be patient."
"Sandy, I love you," I told the little blonde. "I helped you make your masterpiece. Fuck me, please!"
"She can't do that and you know it," Eva said. "How would it look if Asa found his little virgin full of your jism?"
"She could tell him it was part of a plan for miraculous conception," I babbled. "How about you, Lena? Let me use that great bearded cunt of yours and I'll be your groupie forever!"
"Sorry, luv. Got to think of the main chance now. Mother Courage and Lena are gonna move onward and upward with the bread our groupies will get for father-er-fucking."
"At least it's somebody else's father," JoAnne said. "I wouldn't fuck that sonofabitch who fucked me the world for all of Asa Vanders' money."
Helpless, I let them lead me up a garden path through neatly trimmed shrubbery. Mrs. Vanders went on ahead, humming happily to herself. But as we approached a lighted French window, she suddenly raised her hand for silence.
"Hold it! Shhhhh!" she warned. "There's somebody in the library." She went closer and then sucked in a startled breath. "Christ, he's in there and he's got the two little girls with him! They've been staying with their grandmother because I can't trust him alone with them. He must have driven over and got them while I was gone."
"You mean he's fucking his own kids?" Eva's face had fallen a mile. "He won't need JoAnne and Sandy?"
"This is what I've been trying to prevent," Sheila said.
We all crowded up to the windows to look in. Even I forgot for the moment that I was practically dying from persistent tumescence. The lamps were on in the library and, in the gathering twilight outside, we were invisible to the occupants of the room. There was a tall, dignified man with a neat little gray mustache and gray hair sitting at a desk with two little girls. One of the children was perched on the edge of the desk and the other was in his lap.
The window was open slightly and we could hear plainly as the older of the two girls said, "Daddy, you said you'd tell us a story."
"And so I will, my dear, so I will." Asa Vanders' voice was a cultured rumble. One of his hands was on the knee of the dark-haired girl in his lap and the other was resting on the thigh of the one on the desk. His fingers seemed to be absentmindedly kneading the firm young flesh.
"What's the story about, Daddy?" asked the child in his lap, watching with interest as his fingers snaked up her leg and began to work under the leg band of her panties.
"The story is about a wonderful man in France," Asa said. "A great philosopher who has made a stunning discovery."
"That doesn't sound like much fun," the girl on the desk sulked. "I like stories about scary monsters and haunted houses."
"I like stories about little girls who have a lot of fun," the brunette on his lap said.
"This is about little girls-all the little girls in the world-and how much fun they're going to have when this great man's ideas are generally accepted," Asa said, pushing aside the crotch of the panties and exposing a hairless pink slit.
"He's sweating," Sandy whispered. "If that nothing pussy turns him on, wait until he sees my golden glory!"
"He'll never see it if we don't do something quick!" Mrs. Vanders seemed close to panic. "He'll do something stupid and our orgy night won't come off."
Asa pushed the other girl's dress up and pulled her panties aside to expose an even more immature cunt. Those preadolescent pussies wouldn't have meant anything to a normal man but to a kid freak like Asa Vanders they were paradise, Nirvana, and Valhalla all rolled into one.
"How is this man gonna make little girls happy, Daddy?" the towhead asked, watching curiously as the man inserted a finger in her and began moving it around.
"I'm showing you, dear," Asa husked, his face a mixture of emotions. Lust, shame, and fear fought for control of his features. "Every little girl is going to be shown how to be happy before she's eight years old."
"But I'm nine and Cele is ten."
"Yes, I know, but perhaps it isn't too late for you if we hurry. That's why I brought you home from Granny's today."
"Wow, there's an ambitious guy," Sandy said. "He's trying for a double play the first time up to bat."
"Oh, he's been up to bat before," Mrs. Vanders said bitterly, "but so far he's been ruled out by the umpire before he could swing."
"We're going to be out too ... out in the cold ... if we don't think of something fast," Mother Courage said. "Because once he's sampled those real virgins, he's never gonna dig our refurbished ones."
"Shit!" JoAnne said. "When I fuck 'em, they stay fucked! I can burn a man up, can't I, Josh?"
She reached out and playfully flicked my tormented dong, and the involuntary moan I let out brought Asa's head up sharply. We all held our breaths and after looking around for a minute, he shrugged and went back to examining his daughters' little pink slits.
"Daddy, this isn't much fun," said the girl sitting on the desk. "I like games where I get to do something."
"Then play with this, my dear," Asa said, taking his swollen prick out of his pants and laying it in the child's hand. "This is the kind of toy the French philosopher wants to give all little girls."
"We've got to move now before it's too late," Mrs. Vanders said in an urgent whisper. "Eva, you and Mother Courage keep Josh here! Lena, you and the girls come with me! We're going to end this nursery game right now!'
She raised her voice and called, "Asa, darling!" as though she were just coming up the path and hadn't seen him yet.
There was some quick scurrying at the desk as Asa pulled his finger out of the pussy of one of his daughters, grabbed his cock from the other one's hand and shoved it back inside his pants. He barely made it before Mrs. Vanders shoved open the door and burst in, holding JoAnne with one hand and Sandy with the other while Lena lumbered along behind in her pose as their mother.
"Asa, darling, isn't this wonderful? I was more successful than I thought in my search for the perfect little girls for your ... uh, experiments. I've located two of them and their mother is very enlightened and also very poor. She would like to save her daughters from a life of puritanical hangups by seeing that they are properly initiated into ... "
Sheila seemed to see the two girls for the first time. "Oh, hello children. When did you get back from Grandmother's? No, don't tell me now. I'll be up to see you later and we'll have a nice long talk. Daddy and I have some business now, so would you be good girls and run along to your rooms?" She herded them to the door, patted their heads, and watched as they went skipping down the hall, then closed the door and locked it.
"I knew you wouldn't want Cele and Bonnie to hear this, Asa," she told her husband. "I know you aren't ashamed of your theories but I'm sure you want to keep them just between us until you have tested them fully."
"Uh ... yes, of course, my dear," Asa said. He was recovering from his surprise and embarrassment under the cover of Sheila's chatter, but his eyes were twin pools of lust as he looked from JoAnne to Sandy and back again. "These are pretty little girls."
"Yes, and this is their mother, Mrs. Purkok," Sheila said, gesturing toward Lena.
"How do you do, Mrs. Purkok," Asa said, without even turning his head in the rock singer's direction.
"Whew! I'm glad we got past that one," Eva said. "I didn't think we could pull it off with Lena, but it looks okay now."
Everything might look okay inside the house, but I was hurting like hell. I had moved closer to Eva and was trying to rub my cock against her buttocks but she kept moving away from me so I wasn't getting any relief.
"I thought you'd like to settle with Mrs. Purkok about the girls' allowances and her expenses before you went any further, Asa," Sheila said hastily because under cover of his desk, Asa had pulled out his cock again and was rubbing it against the cold wood as he looked at the girls. To him they must have looked like gorgeous edible creampuffs, and he kept licking his lips in anticipation of the goodies.
Since Eva wouldn't stand still, I moved over behind Mother Courage and tried to maneuver my cock between the cheeks of his ass. He was only too willing and wriggled his butt in invitation but the damn corset he was wearing under the dress was like a fort between me and his eager bottom.
"In just a minute, lover," he whispered. "Hold on just a second and then I'll pull my dress up and get that thing out of the way so you can rape me."
"I've been hearing 'just a minute' ail afternoon," I muttered. "Somebody has got to fuck me pretty soon or I'll start ramming it through walls again."
Back inside the library, Asa had finally looked at Lena but he still didn't see her. All he saw was a great fat barrier between him and those cute little cunnies who had so miraculously appeared in his moment of greatest need.
"I'll write you a check at once," he said, seeing a fat girl in her twenties but willing to believe she was a middle-aged mother of two subteens. With his cock still out, he grabbed up his checkbook and started scribbling furiously.
In the meantime, JoAnne had drawn Sandy over toward the window and started talking to her. Since I couldn't do anything to relieve my condition right then, I moved closer and listened.
"You see this place?" Meaty Treat said, gesturing at their luxurious surroundings. "You know how much it musta cost?"
"No," Sandy said, "and I don't care. Mr. Vanders is kind of cute, you know. I wonder if he likes to fuck straight or go down."
"Forget that and listen to me! That three hundred bucks Mrs. Vanders promised us is nothing to what we could get."
"How do you mean?" Sandy asked. "We said we'd do it for that and she's not going to change her mind now. Besides, Lena is getting something extra and that's what we wanted, to set our group up right."
"We gotta think about setting ourselves up too," JoAnne said. "One of these days, we'll be thirty or something and no group or no Johns will want us. What'll we do then?"
"I don't know," Sandy said. "Go home to our folks, I guess."
"Not this chick! Those two shitheads who call themselves my folks ain't never gonna see JoAnne again!"
"What did they ever do to you except try to get you to go to school?"
"That was enough! That crummy old school filled with square, four-eyed kids when I wanted to join a rock group and sing my way to the top. You'd hate them too if you ever met them."
"Keep 'em! I got folks of my own to hate," Sandy said.
Mother Courage's hand had joined my two on my cock and we were both massaging it tenderly. That made it feel a little better so I maneuvered around until I could get hold of Eva's too and that almost took care of the whole length of it.
"So what do you want to do about the money?" Sandy asked. "Tell him you want more before you let him fuck you?"
"No, that's like too obvious, you know. What we do is pretend we're scared. We tease him. Let him look, let him touch, maybe even taste a little, but don't let him put it in."
"I was kind of looking forward to it," Sandy said wistfully. "I never fucked a guy over forty before. It might be different. Why don't we fuck him first and then when he finds out how groovy we are, we'll demand more bread."
"That's dumb!" JoAnne said. "That's the dumbest thing I ever heard you say. The secret is that a guy doesn't pay for what he can get, he pays for what is kept away from him. I learned that from my fifth-grade teacher. She used to get more money out of bald-headed old dudes than the highest paid whore in Hollywood. She wasn't the greatest-looking gal I ever saw either, but she used to dangle it, you know. She had the school principal paying her rent just for the privilege of deluding himself that someday she'd let him eat her cunt. The town banker bought her a new car every year because he hoped that someday he'd get his beat-up old prick in her, and the preacher let her dip into the collection plate whenever she wanted, just for the fun of seeing her sit in the front row and open her thighs once in a while and give him a peek at her pussy while he was preaching about brotherly love and moral purity. He didn't know that the alderman sitting directly behind her had his finger up her ass in exchange for a license to set up a bawdy house as soon as she lined up enough six-graders to fill the cribs."
"She was pretty smart, wasn't she?" Sandy said admiringly. "How did she come out with the whorehouse?"
"She didn't. She joined the Peace Corps instead. She was awfully idealistic," JoAnne said. "But she was sure right about one thing; you make more money from dangling it than you do from peddling it."
"Then why the hell didn't you think of that before we started taking on. all comers in that dirty alley room?" Sandy demanded.
"Because I had lost faith in Miss Quick-that was her name, not a description of her talents. I lost faith in her when I found out that while she was diddling all the big wheels in town, she was fucking the school janitor."
Sandy giggled. "I think that's funny. Why did that make you lose faith?"
"Because all she got out of it was a dose of clap," JoAnne said. "She was right in the first place, and now that we have this opportunity, we gotta follow her example and dangle it in front of Asa until he begs like a dog with a bag of gold in each paw."
"Or gets in the same condition as poor old Josh out there," Sandy said.
Hearing her mention my name was almost more than I could stand. I wanted to rape everyone in sight. I wanted to smash my way into the room, dragging Mother and Eva with me, snatch up the two groupies and throw them all in a pile and fuck and suck and eat them like Thanksgiving dinner. I wanted to grab Sheila Vanders and force my cock into her mouth, grab Asa Vanders and ram it up his ass. I wanted to rampage through the house, find the butler and the maids and rape them by the numbers. I wanted to run out into the streets and drag men and women out of cars and rape them. In other words, the state of kayf was becoming acute. And at the moment I had to settle for Mother Courage and Eva.
I got both my manacled hands on the boy's waist and lifted him upward. He was too startled to do anything but stare as I jammed my head up under his dress and ripped his panties off with my teeth. He sucked in his breath and almost screamed as I flung him face down into a nasturtium bed. Before Eva could turn to see what I was doing, I had my hands on the hem of her shift and was yanking it up over her head to imprison her arms and keep her from grabbing me. I ripped off her panties too and tossed them on top of Mother's. Then I pushed her down beside the youth.
"No, Josh, no!" she said in a muffled voice. "You're going to queer the whole deal!"
"The only thing I'm going to queer is Mother," I said "You, I'm going to fuck in the ass."
"No, please, don't!
"Oh, Josh, please do!" Mother begged.
I laid them side by side and knelt between them, rubbing my poor aching cock first between Eva's thighs and then between Mother's. That helped a little but not much. I had to be in something!
Eva mumbled and I shoved her head down in the flowers and pushed my cock between the lean cheeks of her ass. She winced as I found the opening and rammed in. She flopped around and moaned but I was beyond caring if I hurt her. There was no time for preliminaries. I drew back and slammed in past her sphincter muscle with bone-crushing force. Eva let out a muffled yelp and I came in a gush of jism that flooded her instantly. But I didn't stop. I pushed off her and slipped my cock across Mother's round bottom, located the aperture between his cheeks and nosed my dripping cock at it.
"Please, Josh, fuck me! I don't care if you kill me! This is the way I want to die!" the boy sobbed, reaching back with both hands to pull my shaft toward him like a Japanese about to commit hari-kari.
I slammed into him with a full head of steam; He put both hands over his mouth to stifle his scream. "Eva -tried to scramble to her feet but I reached out and tapped her on the head with my handcuffs.
"Stay where you are or you'll get hurt," I growled. "I want you both! Both at once!"
As though from another universe, I could hear Sandy and JoAnne still discussing whether to dangle or diddle.
"I don't know if I want to be rich," Sandy was saying. "I couldn't be a groupie if I was rich, and maybe someday I'll get back with Hambone and the M.F.'s again."
"They're in jail," JoAnne said. "They might be there the rest of their lives."
"No, they're gonna get out," Sandy said confidently. "The case is going to the Supreme Court. Their lawyer says he can prove mother-fucking is a constitutionally protected form of expression."
"Just the same, we got to think of ourselves," Jo-Anne insisted. "If we can get our hands on some real bread, we can ... "
"There you go, Mrs. Purkok," Sheila said, handing Lena the check Asa had written after three false starts.
"This will cover your expenses and compensate you for ... well, whatever."
"I hope the money will make you as happy as your daughters are going to make me," Asa said with a leer at the two little darlings who were watching him with speculative smiles on their shiny faces.
I was trying to arrange Mother and Eva so I could use them both at once. In the madness of the kayf I had to have more than one person at a time, but it took so long to draw my cock out of Mother and get it into Eva on each stroke that I was dying of thwarted lust between entries. I had to figure something better out.
"Josh, please, Josh, calm down!" Eva begged. "Do what you have to do, but be quiet! They'll hear you inside!"
"You got me this way," I said, stacking Mother on top of Eva with his legs spread across her skinny butt. I pushed him up along her body until both asses were lined up, Mother's pink one just an inch or so above Eva's. Now it was easy for me to slide quickly from one tight tunnel into the other. Then I pressed down on them, with my excruciatingly sensitive prick running up and down their buttocks, plunging first into Eva who was still wet from my previous ejaculation and then into Mother who jerked and squealed every time I stretched him almost beyond the breaking point.
"Josh, you've gone crazy! You gotta stop this before ... "
"Shut up!" I snarled. "You turned me into a monster so now you can suffer for it,"
I got my hands under Eva and pulled at her cunt as I jammed my cock in her from the rear. Then I jammed them between the pair to seize Mother's cock and squeeze it while I slammed into him.
On the far side of the red haze of lust that surrounded me, I was aware that Sheila was ushering Lena out the doorway into the hall, and that Sandy and JoAnne were moving slowly toward Asa as he stood up displaying his distended prick to their supposedly virgin eyes.
"Golly, Mr. Vanders," Sandy said. "You must have forgot and left your fly open."
"Maybe we ought to turn our backs while Mr. Vanders get himself zipped up," JoAnne suggested archly. "We don't want to embarrass him."
"No, no, children ... please, you don't understand," Asa sputtered, taken aback by their reaction. He wanted virgins but he didn't want them to act like virgins. He kept moving toward them, his cock in one hand while he reached toward them with the other.
"I feel kind of faint," Sandy said, putting a hand to her forehead. "This is such a shocking thing to happen. I've never seen a man with his thing out before."
"Neither have I," JoAnne said. "Mother didn't tell us this is what you had in mind."
"But, girls, I thought you understood, that you knew about my theories of sex before eight and were willing ... "
"We thought they were just theories," Sandy said primly. "We never thought for a moment that you wanted to carry them out with us."
The two girls backed into a corner, pretending fear, and Vanders stared at them, amazement and frustration fighting for control of his face.
"No, the Rene Guyon Society members are the theorists. Asa Vanders is more advanced. Theory is nothing without action. I intend to work with real little girls, not pamphlets," Vanders said, catching Sandy's arm and pulling her into his arms, trying to lift her skirt and press his cock into her crotch.
"Easy does it, Pops," Sandy said, putting both hands against his chest and pushing. "There seems to have been a little misunderstanding somewhere along the way."
"Please, you're driving me insane! I'm burning inside for little-girl pussy! I've got to have hairless or near hairless little slits ... flat childish breasts with nipples just starting to peak and sweet round little bottoms!"
I could sympathize with him. I was going crazy too. No, I was already crazy! And I had to plunge on in my madness or explode into a thousand tiny pieces. My cock ached with lust and I continued my relentless attack on Eva's pulsing ass and Mother's quivering hole.
My fingers were back in Eva's cunt and her mound was grinding against my palms in wet excitement. The boy under me was whimpering with the pleasure of the weight of my body spreading him and the pain of being impaled on my cock.
"More ... more ... Oh, Josh, darling, drive into me more!" he cried.
"That's good, Josh, sooooo good," Eva mumbled from under the tangled dress.
I hated them. I hated myself for the beast they had turned me into. But I had to have them! Had to have them and keep having them. Time after time I slammed in and out of the tight-assed boy, time after time, I plunged into the only slightly looser girl, dripping goo from one to the other as I did so.
"Mr. Vanders, please! I'm going to scream!" Sandy said, raising her voice. The man had cornered her between a piano and a bookcase, backed her against a wall and half lifted her to yank her panties down and rub his prick on the golden-tressed pussy.
JoAnne was pulling at him, trying to get him away from her friend. "You're not yourself, Mr. Vanders. You don't know what you're doing. Don't you want us to respect you, sir?"
For some reason that got to Asa and he let go of Sandy and stared stupidly at the pair of them. Recovering a bit, he said, "Don't you see, it's for your own good. I'm trying to save you from a life of Puritanism and hate. I'm trying to give you love as a way of life."
"And don't you want love in return?" Sandy asked, straightening her skirt and pulling up her panties.
"Love? I ... I don't know ... " They had the poor guy in such a state of lust and confusion that he was pitiful. Even in my red haze, I could summon enough sense to see that JoAnne's scheme was going to cause trouble. Asa Vanders was a fanatic, and fanatics are dangerous people to play games with.
Mother was whimpering constantly, and Eva was wagging her butt like a happy dog. The pair of them were grooving on the brutality of my attack. I was grooving on it too but only at one level of my consciousness, the one that dealt with matters happening below the belt. The other levels of my mind sat back and heaped contempt on my actions.
"But you don't understand," Asa was saying to the two girls. "I'm trying to help you."
"You don't understand us either, Mr. Vanders," Meaty Treat said sweetly, "We're trying to help you too because we know you'll hate yourself in the morning if you make us do what ... well, whatever awful thing it is you want us to do."
"But I thought it was all settled. I paid your mother so I could use you in my experiments."
"Oh, Mr. Vanders, do we really look like girls who would sell our bodies to an older man for money?" Sandy asked.
"Sheila said you were stranded in California and in danger of falling in with evil companions ... that your mother chose this for you as the lesser of two evils."
"Poor Mother," Sandy said to JoAnne. "I'm sure she didn't mean that."
"No and that's probably where all this misunderstanding came from," Meaty Treat said. "Mother has a language problem, you know."
"Your mother is a foreigner?"
"Armenian," Sandy said.
"Siberian," JoAnne said.
"An Armenian-Siberian," Sandy amended quickly. "Josh, I love you ... love you!" Mother Courage said, his pear-shaped bottom writhing in pleasure around the stabbing torment of my cock.
"Get in ... in ... in!" Eva was trying to force more of my fingers into her cunt and rearing backward to meet my prick on every thrust. I could feel the buildup of a catastrophic orgasm in my loins. In a minute I was going to burst into them with a force that would probably bury them in the soft earth and drown the nasturtiums in jism.
"Well, perhaps we should postpone our experiments for a while and let you girls get more used to the idea," Asa was saying, looking like a person who had agreed to have all his teeth pulled without an anesthetic. "Why don't you go to your rooms and I'll come see you later, one at a time."
"Josh, darling!" Mother gasped. I slipped out of Eva and thrust into him, and he convulsed and groaned as he piled orgasm on top of orgasm.
The frantically moving round bottom sent throbbing flashes of lust through me, and my own orgasm crouched like a great tiger waiting to spring as I pulled out of the spasming boy and slammed once more into Eva. I felt the hot juice wet my fingers anew and knew that she too had achieved completion. I burst like a breaking levee and lay there on top of them, panting and spurting and hoping the red haze would now lift.
Inside the library Asa had gotten his poor old dong back inside his pants and had rung for the butler to show the girls to their rooms. They looked back over their shoulders at him, flirting and making promises with their eyes, and I knew he was hurting as his cock strained against his pants.
"Now will you please let us up?" Eva asked. "Mrs. Vanders is going to raise hell as it is when she finds you wasted some of your lust."
"I've got more where that came from," I said. "Look at that thing! Just look at it! It didn't go down at all! I came twice and it didn't go down one lousy millimeter!"
"How about that?" Eva said, getting her dress back down where it belonged and looking at my cock. "That's something to be proud of, Josh, it really is!"
"Proud of?" I roared, grabbing her by the ears and pulling her face against me. "It hurts like bloody hell! Suck it, you bitch! Suck it until you make it better!"
Mother was rolling around on the flowers, an ecstatic grin on his face. I reached out with a foot and hauled him to me too. "Your mouth! I want both your mouths! Suck, damn you, suck!"
Right then something hit me on the back of the head and I sank down gratefully into darkness. But before consciousness left me completely, I heard Sheila Vanders' furious voice.
"Damn you, you cheated me! I left you to guard him and instead you let him cheat me out of some of his lust!"
Chapter Thirteen
"Wake up, Josh!" a voice was saying from far away. "Wake up!"
I didn't want to wake up. I wanted to stay in the sweet darkness into which I had drifted ... a darkness free of the aching lust.
"Come on. Josh, it's fun time! Time to show off that big cock of yours, time to make an impression on all my friends." It was Sheila Vander's voice and I cringed at the sound of it.
"What's the matter, Josh? Don't you want to play?" she asked, stroking my cock. "Wake up, there's someone here I want you to meet before the party starts."
Reluctantly I opened my eyes. When my vision had adjusted to the bright light focused on us, I saw that I was lying on a bed about ten feet square set in the middle of a huge room on a dais. This, I supposed, was what Sheila had referred to as her orgy room. What I could see of the walls and ceiling was covered with obscene paintings and life-size photographs of couples and groups engaged in copulating in every imaginable way. Surrounding the dais were the vague outlines of what I took to be chairs and couches for the soon-to-arrive guests.
As I tried to raise up to see better, I realized I was tied down hand and foot. Shelia was taking no more chances on leaving me free in any direction. I was spread-eagled and the ropes that held me had enough give that I could be turned in any position to be used but couldn't possibly get loose.
"I'm over here, Josh," Sheila said, and I turned my head and saw her standing nearby. She was clothed in an almost transparent white gown and the outline of her body under the fabric reminded me of the statue of a goddess I had once seen. The smoothly rounded thighs, the high full breasts, the gently rounded belly and the mound at its base were more than enough to start lust raging through my drugged body again.
I just looked without speaking. I was too miserable and crazy with lust to do anything but look. Only the fact that I was tied down kept me from leaping on her, tearing off the covering garment and raping her.
"Somebody's here who's been dying to meet you, Josh," Sheila said, reaching out of my line of vision and drawing a tall, raven-haired beauty into view. The girl was dressed in a low-necked blouse and mini-skirt and was the loveliest thing I'd ever laid eyes on. My gaze traveled up the long, curved legs, paused at the astonishingly high, firm bust, and finally reached the face. I stared into gold-flecked hazel eyes above a sensuous but controlled mouth.
"This is Randy, Asa's oldest daughter," Sheila said. "She's nineteen, Josh, and has never been fucked by a man. In fact, until I brought her out, she'd never been fucked at all. Don't you find that interesting?"
"Sheila, please!" the girl said with a vivid blush. It was the first time I'd seen a girl blush since I was in high school. The sight was refreshing.
Sheila reached out and fondled one of the girl's breasts roughly, tweaking at the nipple. "Why protest? You know you love it. You love it when I use my clit in that tight cunt of yours, and you love it when I let you eat me. It's only men you don't love, isn't it, Randy?"
"Sheila, please don't treat me this way," the girl begged. "I love you,"
"Sure, but you don't love men," Sheila sneered. "Just standing here looking at Josh's oversized cock while he was unconscious terrified you, didn't it?"
"Well ... it's so big ... so brutal-looking," the girl said, and I could see she was trembling as she stared at the length and thickness of my weapon.
At that moment, I was ashamed of my cock. Why had I been cursed with such an abnormal organ? I wanted nothing to do with anything that could disgust and terrify this lovely girl.
"Is he always like that?" Randy asked.
"No, not always," Sheila said, "but he will be for the next twenty-four hours. Josh is a monster, Randy. A rutting animal, a sexual beast ready to fuck and rip anybody he sees, man, woman, or child."
"Oh, no!" the girl said, putting a hand to her mouth.
"Tell her how I got that way," I said between clenched teeth.
Sheila laughed. "How should I know that, Josh? I guess you were born a sex monster."
"The drugs, dammit it, tell her about the drugs!" I said.
Sheila pulled the girl to her and kissed her. "Don't pay any attention to what he says, darling. He raves on and on when he gets into one of these insane fits of sexual depravity."
Randy's gold-flecked eyes drifted to my inflamed cock again. She couldn't seem to keep them away from it although it obviously frightened her.
"Don't you think a degenerate like this will make lively entertainment for my guests, dear?" Sheila asked, slipping her hand under Randy's skirt and making sure I saw the fingers gliding up the silken inner thigh.
"I guess so," the girl said. "If that's the kind of thing they like."
"Oh, yes, it is, definitely," Sheila said. "Did I tell you about the show Rich and Ricki put on with a donkey and two of their Mexican maids the last time I was at their villa?"
Randy looked a little sick.
"But I do believe Josh is as big as that donkey and certainly much more active," Sheila said. "Yes, I think my show will be more fun for all concerned."
"What are you going to have him do?" the girl asked.
"Put on a demonstration first, of course, then entertain my guests in person. There will be six women and five men, by the way, Josh, so you'll be called upon to use all your pent-up passion and stamina."
My cock jumped of its own accord. I didn't have the faintest idea what any of these people would look like but my dong leaped in anticipation of plunging into any or all of them.
"Ugh! How revolting!" Randy said.
"Do you really find it so?" Sheila asked, fingers moving between the girl's legs so that I knew she must have them in the virginal cunt.
"Utterly and completely," Randy said, but I could tell she was .enjoying the fingers that were violating her.
"That's nice," Sheila said, "because you've going to watch the whole spectacle."
"Oh, Sheila, no! I couldn't stand such a display of vileness."
"I'm afraid I'll have to insist, darling," Sheila said, undoing Randy's blouse and spilling out the creamy cones of the girl's breasts. "I insist that you do it for me."
"Sheila, please! I love you, but ... "
"And there's two more things I want you to do for me, Rady."
"What are they?" the girl asked apprehensively.
"I'll tell you the first one now and save the other until later as a surprise. Right now, I want you to take your clothes off and lie down beside our monster."
"Oh, no, Sheila, I couldn't! I don't want to get anyway near that ... that thing!" The look of loathing she threw at me made me wince in spite of my ravening lust.
"You will do it, you lesbian bitch!" Sheila hissed, her face livid with rage. "You'll do it or I'll never touch you again ... never love you again!"
The girl turned chalk white and slowly began to remove her blouse and unzip her skirt.
"That's better. That's the way I like my girl to act," Sheila approved and, opening a hidden fastening, let her diaphanous gown float to her ankles. She turned to watch the girl, head thrown back imperiously like the all-conquering sex goddess she was.
"Please, Sheila, please," Randy was pleading as she removed her skirt and stood there in nothing but daintily embroidered silk panties. "Don't make me do this. Don't shame me in front of this ... animal."
Again I winced inwardly. I had a bad enough opinion of myself, but what little self-esteem I had managed to salvage from the debacle of the last few days was being shattered by this gorgeous creature who, under other circumstances, might have been another Pam for me.
Sheila stalked over to her stepdaughter and twisted a hand in her black hair. "Do it, damn you, do it!"
"Leave her alone, you sadistic bitch!" I grated. In spite of my constant sexual tension and torment and my inability to control the drug-induced lust, I could still see the rottenness of this woman and knew she was deliberately dropping the girl down into the mud and filth of her own depravity.
"You mind your own business!" Randy said to me as she permitted Sheila to force her down onto the bed beside me. "I don't need any help from perverts like you!"
Sheila laughed triumphantly and ripped Randy's panties off in one quick snatch. Then she put a hand on each of the girl's knees and spread the white thighs wide. "Look, Josh! Did you ever see a more beautiful cunt? See how perfectly molded and shaped it is? Wouldn't you like to get your iron rod in that sacred grotto?"
I closed my eyes and rolled my head, willing myself not to look, but my lust was too strong. I had to give in and look at the silken-haired ebony glade and the plump-lipped, pink-petaled cunt that reposed in it.
"That's mine, Josh. That deep tight sheath belongs to Sheila! Only my tongue and my clit have ever known it. She trembles with joy at the very thought of licking my pussy, Josh, but she cringes in terror of you. Doesn't that drive you crazy?"
"That's what you've been trying to do all the time," I said. "Drive me crazy."
"Only temporarily, darling," the woman laughed as she knelt between the-girl's thighs. The sight of her full-breasted, lushly mature body with its autumn forest between the thighs brought the red haze of passion on me stronger than ever. In spite of her cruelty and arrogance, Sheila was radiantly beautiful. I could see why she had such a hold on the girl.
"You're going to love me now, Randy," Sheila said, bending to kiss the soft flesh on the inside of lovely thighs, letting her mouth glide up to the little valley where the mound of love curved into the leg.
"Sheila, Sheila, I love you so," the girl moaned, trying to avoid looking at me as I lay beside her, my cock throbbing with lust for both of them but unable to touch them ... able only to watch.
"I know, darling, I know," Sheila murmured, gradually lowering her body onto her stepdaughter's, molding her belly into the young girl's flatter one, pushing her slightly meatier thighs hard against Randy's and her slightly fuller breasts onto the sharply pointed ones.
"Watch, Josh! Watch carefully as my cunt possesses hers ... now my wet lusting flesh is touching hers, my spicy juice is wetting her deep slit. Can you hear my pussy sucking at hers? Can you imagine the sensation as my lips slide against the sweet rosy petals? She's getting hot now, Josh. Her juice is bubbling up now. Can you smell it, Josh? Can you smell the perfume that is more heady than all the spices of Araby?"
Smell it? I was drowning in it! I was permeated by the most erotic musk there is. I was out of my head with desire for the girl who lay there in the arms of the woman I had come to hate. I wanted Randy Vanders as I had never wanted a woman in my life ... more than I had ever wanted Pam. I would have ripped the bed apart to get at her, but the bonds that held me were stronger then I was. I could only lie there and rage and curse as Sheila possessed the rare beauty of her husband's oldest daughter.
"My clit is in her now, Josh." I could see her beautifully rounded bottom rising and falling as she thrust between the girl's open portals. I could see the two pairs of breasts rubbing together and hear their breath coming faster and faster, could see Randy's lovely bottom lift off the bed and thrust hungrily back at Sheila's auburn-hued cunt.
"Darling, darling," Randy cried and wrapped her arms around the older woman and spread her legs as wide as they would go, her knees whacking against Sheila's flanks in her clamoring need to be filled, to be fucked by the redhead's cunt.
Sheila's mouth was glued to Randy's, so for once she wasn't talking. She was fucking her tongue in the girl's mouth just as she was using her swollen clit in her cunt.
"So good, so good," Randy breathed as Sheila moved her mouth to the girl's tits. Both of them seemed to have forgotten my existence, but I couldn't forget theirs. My whole body was throbbing like a gigantic cock, and I would have butted my prick through steel plate if I could have gotten loose. No human being of any age or sex would have been safe around the madman I had become.
Randy was sobbing now as she locked her thighs around' Sheila's fuller hips and arched her back to thrust up with all her strong young might.
"You love it, don't you, you cunt-hungry little bull dyke? And only Sheila knows how to give it to you."
"She's lying!" I yelled, tearing at my chains. "There's thousands of women who can do the same thing, but if you want it done right, get yourself a man!"
"Ignore him, my darling," Sheila said.
I don't think Randy heard either one of us. Her eyes were glazed and her head was rocking. She bounced and pounded and suddenly she came in a wild series of jerks and thrashings that brought grunts of pleasure from Sheila too and made her increase her tempo until she also came. My head whirled and pounded as the scent of their combined orgasm rose around me.
"Oh, Sheila, darling, you make me feel so wonderful," Randy gasped. "I go out of my head when I'm with you ... I don't know what I'm doing."
"Well, I know what you're going to do now," Sheila said, the biting edge back in her voice. "You're going to show Josh how good you are at cunt-lapping. He rather admires his own ability at that. That's what I hired him for in the first place, but when I saw that cock of his, I knew he belonged in a freak show and that's the way I'm going to treat him. You're going to eat my cunt, Randy girl, for his benefit."
"Sheila! No, not that! Not here, not now!"
"Right here and right now," Sheila said, holding the girl down while she slid up her body.
I raged and screeched in my sexual torment as the white thighs closed around the girl's face and the mass of auburn hair pressed downward. The plump cunt lips opened and covered the girl's mouth. Randy made a whimpering sound and grabbed Sheila by the thighs, starting to lick her.
Sheila shrieked in triumph and pleasure and sat straight up, grinding her cunt crazily onto the avid mouth. Randy was sobbing with what I thought must be a combination of passion and shame, but her tongue was driving in through the auburn curls, between the puffy labia and probing deep into the pool of fiery come that lay beyond.
"Eat it, girl! Eat all that hot flesh!" Sheila snarled, both hands in the black hair, pulling cruelly. "Tell me how much you love cunt! Tell me!"
"I love your cunt, Sheila," the girl cried in a tortured voice. "I could spend my whole life in it!"
I bellowed my frustration and tore at my bonds, but they held. No matter how hard I jerked and pulled, they held! I thrashed like a caged beast, wanting to turn over on those two joined bodies, wanting to rip them apart, wanting to gorge myself on Sheila's cunt and fuck them both in an endless sequence. But all I could do was scream in agony and watch.
Chapter Fourteen
Sheila's thighs were tightening around Randy's dark head. I could see the girl's fingers clutching at the woman's white buttocks. My cock was threatening to explode on its own just from watching those two lovely bodies.
Sheila's face was triumphant and contemptuous as she smashed her dripping cunt over the girl's face, conquering her and using her. "You see, Josh? You see this beautiful, intelligent, virgin daughter of Asa Vanders? The man who scorns me, who hasn't touched me in six years of marriage, the only man I ever loved! But his daughter I own. She'll do anything I tell her to. She'll eat my cunt all day if I say so and kiss my ass for the privilege. That's my revenge ... my sweet, sweet revenge on that shitheaded kid freak!"
That explained a lot of things. Even through the fog of lust that enveloped me, I understood something about why Sheila Vanders was the way she was. Why she was catering to her husband's lust for little girls and why she had brought me here. In some way she was going to use me too to vent her hoarded-up anger on her husband.
Sheila was approaching her climax now and her assault on Randy became more brutal. She lifted the dark head by the hair and crossed her legs under it so she could grind her cunt more viciously into the sucking mouth. When she finally shuddered and came, fresh waves of spicy fragrance were added to the already reeking air.
"Drink it, you bitch!" Sheila grated, pounding at the girl. "Drink up every drop! Drown in it! Choke to death on it, you uptight, prissy little dyke!"
Even in my hypererotic state I knew that Sheila Vanders wasn't a very nice person and that having sex with her would degrade a rat.
But Randy seemed to adore her. She kissed her thighs, licked the gooey mess off her belly and caressed the feet on either side of her neck.
"Thank you, Sheila. You're so beautiful and I'm so unworthy of you."
"Pretty, isn't she, Josh?" Sheila sneered, lifting the girl's head by the hair so I could see the lovely face smeared with sex juice. "Isn't that beautiful? Wouldn't you like to fall in love with a crazy cunt-licker like her?"
"She in beautiful. No matter what you do to her she's still beautiful," I managed to gasp even while I knew that if I could get free I would have been brutalizing the girl worse than the woman was.
"Ha! Ha! Ha!" the woman guffawed and shoved the girl over on top of me. "There, take her! She's all yours! You two are the entertainment for tonight!"
My body jerked and twisted at the touch of the girl's naked form, and I almost ripped the chains that held me loose. Randy screamed in terror as my thrusting cock grazed her cheek.
"She's yours!" Sheila repeated. "My guests will watch while you bestialize her! This is what I've been saving you for, Josh! You can thank me later."
I couldn't help myself. I tried not to, but as the girl lay paralyzed by terror on top of me, I tried to spear her with my monstrous cock. I arched my back and slammed up at her, striking her between the perfect breasts. I felt the delicious gloves on either side of my shaft. I also felt the shiver of revulsion, but I didn't care ... I wasn't able to care. Again I thrust at her, and she rolled desperately away from me, screaming.
"Oh, no, you don't! You said you'd do anything I told you to, so now do it! Make love to Josh! Fuck a man and let me watch!" Sheila grabbed the girl and dragged her back to me.
"Sheila, no ... no, darling, no! Don't make me do this! I'd rather die! All I want is you!" the girl sobbed.
I wanted to help her. I fought to control my drug-maddened body. I would have cut my cock off to keep it from violating this girl who hated the sight of it so much.
"What about the others?" I yelled at Sheila. "You said I was going to be with Eva and Lena and Mother Courage."
Sheila threw back her head and laughed. "Those three? They're halfway to San Francisco by now. You didn't really think they'd hang around once they got their hands on five thousand dollars, did you?"
"Oh, my God! What about the girls? Where are Sandy and JoAnne?"
"Hopefully, they are right now sharing their depraved little cunts with Asa's prick and mouth. They were paid to keep him occupied while we have our own fun."
Having overheard the whispered conference between the two, I had my doubts about that. They were more likely driving him out of his not very stable mind by tantalizing him but not delivering. But thoughts like that were unimportant compared to the unappeased fires that were raging through me.
"But your guests ... aren't we supposed to wait for the guests?" I was grabbing at straws now to save Randy from myself and my self-respect from a total wipe out.
Sheila laughed again, the sound more hysterical than ever. "You fool, the guests are here already! Surely you didn't think this was all for your benefit. They've been out there in the darkness beyond the lights from the very beginning. You were too frantic to even notice."
"Bravo, Sheila, bravo! Excellent first act!" a man's voice called.
"Make him rape the girl now, Sheila!" said an older woman's voice.
"Make her impale herself on that outrageous cock," said a cultured Bryn Mawr accent.
"No, make her suck his cock!" This was another man and the sound was pure Ivy League. "I want to see that idiot virgin with her mouth filled with man meat!"
"Or start her out with analingus," suggested a husky, sensuous woman's voice, a. voice familiar to anyone who had ever been to a film in the last ten years. "Make her eat shit and see if she still thinks the world is safe for virgins."
"Piss down her throat the way you did Dicky Prawl's in Cannes last year, darling," said the male counterpart of the previous voice. "Drown her in a golden flood."
These were the elite of our nation, our social and cultural superiors, the mothers and fathers of the plastercaster generation, and to me they made Sandy and Meaty Treat, Lena and Mother Courage seem like models of decency and virtue.
Sheila ignored their suggestions. "I'm running this show, darlings. Just watch until I say you can join in."
"I get first dibs on that fantastic cock," the female film star said.
"You'll have to Indian wrestle me for it first," chuckled the male version.
I wanted to kill them, but first I wanted to fuck them, whoever and whatever they were.
Sheila had forced Randy back on top of me with her breasts surrounding my cock. "Now, you listen to me, you little cunt-lapper! You're going to do what I tell you! You're going to make up tonight for all the pain and humiliation that father of yours has put me through the last six years!"
"But, Sheila, it's not my fault," the girl protested. "I love you. I've always loved you."
"What does the daughter of Asa Vanders know about love?" Sheila screamed. "To him love is pigtails and saddle shoes! Not a woman! Little girls! Not a real woman like Sheila who could have any man she wanted!"
"Not only could but did have," the older woman's voice said from the darkness.
"Yes, Baroness Ethel, and we all know how you got your title," Sheila shot back. "And we all know you got that husky voice from blowing three-quarters of the French parliament."
"The rest were women," the baroness laughed.
"Will that fantastic prick of his really stay hard for twenty-four hours?" the breathless Bryn Mawr voice asked.
"Yes, even with you around, Celeste Maguire," Sheila taunted.
Celeste Maguire! My God, these really were the Beautiful People. I thought of the slender, dark-haired beauty whose face stared at Americans from the covers of ninety percent of their magazines, the woman whose name was a constant item in gossip columns. Sheila did aim high, but apparently she knew that the social register and the lechery register were about the same.
"Now, girl, let's get to it," Sheila said, holding Randy down so that her beautiful flanks were touching my flanks and the great pole of my cock was resting against her belly and the undersides of her breasts.
I went mad with the touch of the girl's firm but yielding flesh. Even the disgust in her eyes couldn't stop the throbbing want of my prick. Its head was pushing against the smoothly curved bottom of a creamy mound and, with a life of its own, it shoved upward and touched a ruby nipple.
The girl's eyes went wide with shock as they watched my shaft rub over her breasts.
"Make her take it in her mouth and suck him off!" Ivy League urged. "I want to see those cheeks puffed out until they pop like balloons."
"Turn her over and make him stick it up her ass!" the baroness squealed. "I want to see her bleeding!"
"Don't worry, she'll bleed enough when he rams into her cunt," Celeste Maguire said. "I haven't seen a cock like that since I saw a bull deflower a fifteen-year-old virgin on that island off Greece ... needless to say, it killed her."
Apparently there was something about the basic innocence of Randy Vanders that aroused the vicious hatred of these people. They didn't so much want a sex show as they did a blood bath. I'd like to have given them one, with them doing the bleeding.
"Take the cock between your breasts, Randy!" Sheila commanded, "Rub them on him and make him come!"
"No, no!"
"If you ever want anything at all to do with me for the rest of your life, you'd better obey me!" Sheila said. "I'm sick of your virginity and your assumption of moral superiority because you only love one person! Tonight you're going to love everyone in this room! Do you hear?"
Randy sobbed in defeat and moved her breasts on either side of my cock. As I felt it caught in the delicious resilient flesh, the madness of kayf overcame me. I thrust up between those pillows of luscious softness, I pushed the head into the white slopes, I rolled the tip against a pointed nipple.
Sheila moved around behind my head and then stood over me as she had in the hearse. For a moment I thought she was going to repeat the piss scene but instead she sank down on my face. "Just to give you something groovy to do, Josh, while you're helping me break in this reluctant virgin."
I had been aching to get my mouth onto that elegant red-tufted cunt since I'd first seen it. It didn't matter that I had come to hate Sheila Vanders more than anyone I'd ever known. All that mattered was that her nether lips were like rose petals and that eating cunt was my number one hangup.
I plunged my tongue between the rosy gates and rich juices filled my mouth. The tangy taste of Sheila Vanders was strong on my tongue and my whole body responded, but there was something else ... a sweeter, more delicate flavor. Randy Vanders' nectar!
I moaned and my tongue made fiery passes up and down the satiny labia, plunged deep into the pool at the bottom of her cunt, searched and found and licked up every drop of the intoxicating woman wine.
I couldn't see what Randy was doing but I could feel her breasts moving up and down my highly sensitized cock. This wasn't going to take long. I had been denied and taunted and tempted so much that. I was going to blast off almost at once. Hell, I would have come just from the pleasure of licking Sheila's cunt and finding Randy's liquor there without the added thrill of having any cock between Randy's magnificent breasts.
Sheila sensed my imminent explosion and suddenly lifted from my face. "Look, Josh! Look while you spout all over her!" I looked and saw my pulsing cock jutting from between Randy's firm young boobs, splashing and spurting in every direction.
Sheila whooped in delight as one jet hit Randy in the face. "Right on target! Doesn't she look like a natural-born whore with male and female come all over her face?" she yelled to the watching jet-setters.
"She'll really look like one when we make her lie on the floor while we all piss on her," Celeste said with her golden girl husky laugh.
"But first she's got other things to do," Sheila said and lowered her red-lipped niche onto my waiting mouth. "First we have to get rid of that nasty old cherry, don't we, Randy, dear?"
"But he's ... he's climaxed," I heard Randy say, "so it won't be any use ... " There was an audible intake of breath. "It's still there! It's not going down one bit! It's all still there!"
A howl of glee went up from the audience as the consternation and horror that was in her voice must have shown on her face.
"Take it down, girl! Fuck it!" they shouted. "Let's see if you're woman enough to ride that pylon of flesh!"
"That's the next move, Randy," Sheila said, rocking on my face. "The next part of the script says Randy is to spear herself on that monstrous prick she's been cradling between her tits."
I caught a brief glimpse of Randy's stricken face as Sheila lifted briefly, and that look almost killed me. I wished my cock would fall off or slip inside my belly or do anything but stand there tall and vicious for her to impale herself on at the order of her lover.
"Do it, Randy! Do it!" Sheila's voice was hoarse with lust as she ground her flaming cunt into my mouth. She was so close to climaxing that I wondered how she could even get the words out.
"Sheila, please don't make me!" Randy sobbed. "I can't ... I just can't do it!"
Even with my face hidden underneath her, I could feel Sheila's anger, and I could also feel her rapid approach to climax. Apparently one violent emotion fed on the other and were not mutually exclusive.
Sheila raised her voice again. "How about some help, sisters and brothers? Would a couple of you gals like to assist my bare-assed rider onto her bucking steed?"
Chapter Fifteen
"Right on, sister!" Celeste Maguire said and I felt her climb onto the bed. Through the tendrils of auburn pubic hair I saw her. I could hardly believe the look of perverted lust on the face of one of the most beautiful women in the world, the cool aristocratic face that had won the hearts of the American public.
She was hastily stripping out of her blue silk evening pants suit, and my eyes almost popped out of my head as I saw the jeweled chain around her waist and the tiny replicas of male genitals that hung from it. I had heard that "fuck belts" were the newest fad among rich swingers but I had never expected to see one, especially not one flaunting the souvenirs of Celeste Maguire's sexual encounters. But, of course, neither had I expected to see her slender, almost skinny, thighs, the high girlish breasts with their oversized nipples or the silky bush of dark brown hair that framed the long, narrow cunt. Her body was exciting.
Right behind her came the lush-hipped, big-breasted Ricki Richardson, sex goddess of films. Her Chinese peasant coat was already tossed aside and she was dropping the pants on her way.
A short, gray-haired woman with a cigar in her mouth came to join the other two, and I figured she had to be the Baroness Ethel. Her dress was gone but she still had on a tight corset which held up the purplish-blue nylons that covered her shriveled flanks almost to her buttocks. Between those nylons I could see the angry red gash of her cunt sparsely covered by wiry grayish hair.
Ricki Richardson had shed her pants and now her lacy panties followed and she was as naked as the other two. She looked even more naked because at the base of her sensuous belly was the long gash of her cunt, shaved clean of all hair and tattooed with a man's hand, the fingers placed so that they seemed to be pulling the cunt open.
The three women grabbed the struggling Randy. Ricki and Celeste took her by- the arms and the baroness by the hips. The trio carried her back toward me from where she had fled to the edge of the bed.
"Come on, baby, this is gonna be groovy," Ricki said, caressing Randy's big pointed breasts.
"You'll love it, my dear, simply love it," Celeste said as they put the girl down beside me. She began fondling Randy's cunt, squeezing it and sliding fingers inside.
The baroness had fallen to her knees behind Randy and was running her liverish lips up and down the gorgeous thighs, dipping her tongue into the very lowest part of the girl's slit.
Seeing the three women mauling the helpless girl was just the extra kick Sheila needed to send her over the top. She shrieked and rolled off my face, yelling encouragement to her friends. "That's right, girls! Work her over good! Show her she's no better than anyone else!" Sheila was ecstatic.
I lay there helpless, cursing them for what they were doing to Randy but aching for any or all of them to do the same to me.
Ricki's mouth was sucking at Randy's breast, the baroness' tongue was licking between the tight cheeks of the girl's ass and Celeste, the beautiful, was licking at her cunt.
Randy was still trying to get away from them and now she almost made it. She lurched to her feet, kicking and beating at the mouths feasting on her body, but three against one was too many. All four of them fell in a writhing heap on top of me and before I knew what was happening, the baroness' prune of a mouth, reeking of cigar smoke, was on mine. Celeste Maguire's pouty lips were on me too, nuzzling under my armpits, licking at the sweat and then moving across my chest to mouth the flat male nipples. Her hands like the claws of a hungry vulture were on my cock, stroking and squeezing and digging her long fingernails into my testicles painfully.
Ricki had landed with her head between Randy's kicking thighs and, as she tongued the girl's pussy, she rubbed her plump buttocks along my thighs, nudging the tip of my cock with every move.
I came again, geysering all over the soft, feminine bodies, unable to withstand the knowing touch of Celeste's fingers and the bumping of Ricki's ass. As soon as I started to spurt, the baroness leaped for my cock, knocking Celeste's hand out of the way and starting to lick my thighs and Ricki's butt.
"Come on, everybody join in!" Sheila yelled, rolling around beside me in a state of excitement that almost matched my own. I wondered if she had been sipping at the hashish and bourbon too.
Three men and another woman came crawling up onto the bed, all naked and ready to go. The woman was broad-shouldered and muscular with lean flanks and flat breasts, and I recognized her as a famous dress designer. She made a diving leap for Sheila's wide-open cunt but got there just a second too late. The rigid cock of Stanley Maguire, Celeste's international banker husband, beat her to it.
Rick Richardson had squatted over Sheila's face and jammed his prick into her eager red mouth. The dress designer, Raquel something-or-other, managed to get her head between Maguire and Sheila and was licking at the auburn-tufted cunt even as the man fucked in and out of it. The third man, a squat, hairy thing whose face I couldn't place, was unable to get at Sheila so he contented himself with spreading Maguire's buttocks and ramming his short, thick member into the man's ass.
In my wildest imaginings I would never have dreamed up a scene where one of the richest men in the world was being fucked in the ass by a hairy peasant ' type while his glamorous wife licked come off my cock. But then, I wouldn't have imagined a lot of the things that had been happening to me lately.
Randy was sobbing with fear as the three women raised her over me and held her open for my penetration. Her eyes were pleading although her hips were rolling and thighs flexing from the working over they had given her.
Those pleading eyes were like twin points of torment to me, but there was nothing I could do. My cock was made of steel and nothing, not orgasm after orgasm, not shame nor pity, would soften it one iota or spare her a single millimeter of its length and thickness.
"Now ... now ... now," the baroness husked, her feet on either side of my head as she helped to slowly lower Randy. She bent her knees and sat on my face and I nearly gagged on her foul-tasting cunt. Christ, she tasted like cigars there too! Did she smoke them with her cunt as well as her mouth?
"Do it ... do it!" Celeste was kneeling about level with my hips, holding onto Randy with both hands while she leaned forward to lick at my underarms again and then trail her lips down the side of my chest, tickling with her tongue until she reached my balls. Ricki was on the other side of me, holding Randy like Celeste was and giving me a closeup look at her obscenely tattooed cunt.
Sheila had screeched through another climax and then flopped over on her side so Rick Richardson could spear her in the anus while Maguire still pounded into her cunt. The peasant was grunting through an orgasm into the international banker's ass and staring right in again without a moment's pause.
Celeste was supporting Randy with only one hand now, the other she had worked under my buttocks and was pushing at my anus with her long middle finger.
"Okay, girls, let's not tease the big old cock any longer," Ricki said, and the three women brought Randy abruptly down onto my iron rod.
Randy screamed at the first touch. I tried to draw back but Celeste's finger stabbed into me like a hot poker up my ass and I surged into the girl as they held her firmly in place. Randy screamed again in terror and pain, and I felt the hymen break. That caused a flow of blood down my cock and onto my belly and brought squeals of delight from the women. Celeste's tongue darted around our joining, licking at the girl's blood.
"Groovy, groovy," Ricki said and did the same thing from the other side.
Randy fell forward on me as the women let go of her, seemingly unable to move and nearly fainting. "I'm sorry ... I really am sorry," I groaned but was unable to resist thrusting into her whether it caused more pain or not.
"Doesn't ... matter ... " she said and passed out.
"Fuck her ... fuck her, you big-cocked bastard!" Ricki yelled, hitting me in the face with the heavy pillows of her breasts.
"Rip her apart!" Celeste howled and tried to get both my balls into her mouth as I drove into the unconscious girl with thrust after thunderous thrust. I came almost at once but kept on fucking even as I came, wanting to do it again and again and again.
They dragged a weakly sobbing Randy off me after I had come in her a second time, and through the red haze of lust in which I existed I saw Ricki position her shaved gash over my eternally hard cock. I could see the tattooed fingers seeming to draw open the lips for my penetration and then she was sinking down onto me and beginning an eerie caterwauling to accompany her frantic fucking dance on my poor abused dong.
Celeste Maguire was riding my face now, sitting straight up and fucking my tongue which I held steady for her.
Reality faded and when it came back, Ricki was gone from my cock. Her hot gash had been replaced by the baroness' dry one that rasped and scratched as it moved up and down on me.
Sheila had rolled over onto my chest with the hairy peasant's cock in her mouth and Rick Richardson's mouth between her thighs. Celeste had Randy under her, rubbing pussies, while she sucked Rick's prick with loud slurping noises. The dress designer was rolling her large clit around on my face, sticking it in my ears, up my nose, and over my eyes. I was lost and buried in a sea of flesh and my body reacted automatically to every stimulus applied to it.
The night wore on. Celeste rode my cock for almost an hour, and I watched helplessly as Ricki forced Randy's head down between her thighs and rubbed that obscenely leering cunt into the girl's mouth while Sheila sat on her shoulders and let the movie star tongue her to another screeching climax.
Something cast a shadow over my face and I stared upward at the hairy belly and thighs of the peasant type. He grunted and shoved his dark brown cock against my lips to open my mouth, shoved in and out a few times and came in a gush that almost choked me. Then he rolled away to bury it in Rick Richardson's ass, continuing his efforts.
"That looked like fun," Stanley Maguire said, and his stiff organ replaced the peasant's in my mouth. "Suck, you bastard! I'm one of the richest men in the world! You should consider it an honor to suck my cock!"
Since there wasn't anything else I could do, I sucked. My body was pinned beneath a mountain of flesh. I was being fucked, licked in the ass and tongue-kissed all over by three or four different mouths and cunts.
The red haze came and went, and I was surprised to find Randy back on my cock. I didn't know how she had gotten there, but her face wore a trancelike expression, her mouth open and her tongue lolling out.
"Randy, Randy!" I said, trying to arouse her. I didn't want this. The girl was unconscious with her eyes open. She didn't know what she was doing.
"Good ... good ... good," she was saying over and over, but I knew she didn't mean what I was doing.
The red haze closed again. Maguire had lifted me and squirmed underneath, inserting his hard prick into my anus while his wife sucked at my cock. Randy was riding my face.
Sex ... sex ... sex ... I was drowning in it. Randy was on my prick again and I thought it was softening some as I fountained into her. The night was filled with erotically arousing female and male bodies that were using every part of me for their pleasure. Someone had released one of my legs and one of my arms so more of them could get at me at one time. I was being used and used and used, and I didn't care. I did whatever anyone wanted. I was a fucking machine, pure and simple, and had resigned myself to my fate when the shots rang out ... shots sounding like thunder as they -echoed up and down the hall outside the room.
When the first one went off, the peasant's cock had been jammed up my ass and Rick Richardson's prick in my mouth. I'd have sworn that it was impossible but before the last one died out, they had both come and I was on my back again with the baroness and Celeste cunt-fucking over my mouth, Ricki tonguing my ass and Randy-for God's sake, Randy!-again riding on my fast-failing cock.
"What's that?"
"Did you hear something?"
"Sounded like shots."
The lust-crazy pile of human bodies on top of me finally reacted to the frightening sounds beyond the door.
"Help, help, help!" The door burst open and Sandy and JoAnne ran in, their faces reflecting their terror. "He's shot himself! He's shot himself!"
"Who did? What happened?" I demanded, getting my head up out of that mass of flesh.
"Vanders," Sandy said. ''He's blown his head off."
I struggled to get free of the tangled bodies but couldn't make much headway since one wrist and ankle were still chained.
"We locked him out of our room," JoAnne said. "He pounded and screamed and yelled but we didn't let him in."
"Why didn't you?" Sheila asked, releasing the peasant's cock from her mouth. "That's what you were paid to do."
"I know, but we wanted a bigger cut of the money," JoAnne said.
"Well, now you won't get anything. Your three friends have taken off with the five thousand and it serves you right!" Sheila said spitefully, and then a smile crossed her lips. "So he's dead, is he? He's ignored me for the last time to go panting over some pig-tailed little creep."
Sandy looked at Sheila as though she were a particularly vicious kind of insect. "I think he killed himself because he raped his two daughters," she said. "The girls are up there bawling and one has blood all over her nightgown."
Sheila laughed. "So he got what he wanted after all."
"What about the girls?" I asked. "Are you sure they're all right?"
Before Sandy or JoAnne could answer, Sheila laughed again. "Don't worry about those two. They'll get over it. Who knows, maybe they'll have a better sex life because of it. You know, sex before eight or ... "
"You inhuman monster!" Randy yelled and reached for her stepmother with hands curled into claws. "You filthy bitch!"
"Pavlo, grab her! You too, Rick! I have more plans for you, my lovely," Sheila said. "Hold her, boys! That's right!"
"What about him?" Sandy asked, pointing over her shoulder and shuddering. "You just gonna leave him there bleeding all over everything?"
"He'll keep," Sheila said, "He's not going anywhere, and right now, I've got more important things to do. Right now, I want to see Randy pull a train! Line up, folks, and get your equipment ready! Every cock and cunt and tongue is gonna be into Randy before the night is over!"
Red rage dissolved the red haze of my kayf state. I was going to stop this or die trying! I shoved bodies away, I kicked bottoms and bit cunts that got in my way.
"What about our pay?" JoAnne asked. "You promised us three hundred each."
"You didn't do any work so you don't get any pay," Sheila said, watching as they stretched Randy out on the bed with her legs over the side. The baroness and the dress designer held her down, and the hairy Pavlo aimed his stubby cock at her open cunt while the others lined up behind him and Ricki and Celeste tried to hold me down.
"Okay, no money ... we'll have to loot the place," Sandy said. "Come on, Meaty Treat, grab everything we can carry and let's split!"
"See you around, Josh," JoAnne said. "Take care of that big cock!"
Sheila didn't even look up as they left. She was too busy enjoying the look of shame and horror on Randy's face as the brown hairy cock touched the portals of her pink cove.
The bellow of rage I let out as I yanked the two remaining chains loose and tossed the two women aside like toys must have paralyzed them all because no one made a move to defend himself as I landed in the midst of them, fists swinging and feet kicking.
My first blow caught Stanley Maguire on the chin and he dropped to his knees, half stunned. "I'm not a rich man, you bastard, and I don't consider it an honor to be permitted to suck your cock! Instead, I'll knock your teeth down your throat for doing it!"
I hit him in the mouth and he fell over backwards, clutching his shattered teeth and moaning with pain. The hairy Pavlo came at me swinging, and I lifted my foot and kicked him in the balls, feeling a great satisfaction when he collapsed in a squealing heap.
Rick Richardson dove under the bed as I turned toward him, but Sheila leaped for me with her claws out, screeching like a banshee. I caught her wrists, twisted her arms behind her and held them with one hand while I twisted the other in her red hair and forced her to her knees.
"I ought to strangle you! I ought to wipe you off the face of the earth!" I told her, "but I've got more important things to do! Randy, get up! Get your clothes on and check your sisters! Then call the police! I'll keep these swingers busy while you do it!"
Something in my voice cut through her misery and near hysteria. She glanced at me once, then jumped off the bed and ran from the room. I heard her muffled scream as she reached her father's body and then her voice on the phone.
"Now see here, Mister Josh whatever-your-name-is," Celeste Maguire was saying. "There's no call for you to go off half cocked. Ricki and I dig what we got here tonight. How about if we put up a little trust fund for you and fly you down to Acapulco and ... "
"Shut up, bitch!" I said, "or you'll get worse than Sheila's going to get." I yanked Sheila's head back farther and rammed my cock into her mouth just as I let loose the flood of piss I'd been saving up all day. It drowned her. She tried to get away from it, but I held her, choking and sobbing, and pumped it out until I was finally empty. Then I drew back my fist and smashed it into her face before dropping her to the floor. Kicking Richardson in the face and booting Celeste out of my way with a kick on the bottom, I gathered up all the clothes this rotten crew had shed and walked out, stepping gingerly over the almost headless body of Asa Vanders as I went down the hall.
I found Randy in one of the bedrooms. She had pulled on a robe and was holding both her younger sisters in her arms, crooning to them soothingly while they clung to her and sobbed.
In another room, I found a pair of pants and a shirt that didn't quite fit and a pair of sandals for my feet. I didn't bother saying good-bye to Randy. I- knew she could feel nothing but loathing for me, although I did wonder at how often I had found her back on my cock.
As I passed the orgy room on my way out, I glanced in. The creatures in there were starting to rearrange themselves into various combinations and configurations and go on with their interrupted party. I figured it would make a most interesting scene when the police, medical examiners, and reporters burst in, in answer to Randy's call. But that probability apparently hadn't entered into any of their lust-crazed minds. I was just thankful I was free of the kayf and able to think rationally again.
Out on the highway, I started hitchhiking east. Two days later I was approaching the California border, toiling up a hill and hurting for a ride when a red Volkswagen pulled up beside me and stopped.
"Want a ride, mister?" a girl's voice asked. I leaned down and looked in. Randy Vanders looked back at me, gold-flecked eyes sad but at peace.
"Randy! What are you ... how ... "
"I took the girls back to Grandmother's," she said. "They'll be all right but it's best for them to be with her, the doctor said. Sheila is off with her swinish friends, of course. I don't think she'll last long. She lived on her hate for my father and now that he's dead, she'll drink and drag herself to death if she doesn't do it with sex. I don't want to be around to see that."
"I don't blame you," I said, "but why are you here?"
"You owe me something, buster," she said with the faintest of smiles. "You took a cherry of mine the other night. I know you can't give it back but I'd like to tag along with you for a while and see if I like what you have as much as I remember liking it then."
I opened the door of the Volkswagen and got in. "There's a nice tree-shaded little valley back there a couple of miles," I said. "There ought to be some nice soft grass where we can start finding out ... I hope it takes a long, long time."
