The Autumn sun beat down on Lyn's naked form as she lay on the secluded beach. She was happy to get away from Anita and Mary. They were great to room with but sometimes the incessant chatter about all the men on campus would drive Lyn right up a wall. It was great to be alone, finally.
She smoothed the tanning lotion onto her long, shapely legs She dabbed a little extra on her smooth, white belly, hoping that the tender skin wouldn't burn. She wiped the excess oil onto her large breasts, paying special attention to the tender nipples. She didn't notice the boat.
He lifted the binoculars and scanned the beach. He was right. There was a girl there. He focused in on the nude form. Lovely, he thought. He watched as the girl massaged her tits, intrigued by her sensuous form and her obvious delight in her own body. A plan began to form in his mind. He lowered the glasses and walked to the stern.
"Get the nets and rope ready," he ordered his two deck hands. "I think we've found a little playmate....
CHAPTER ONE
The Professor stood at the front of the class speaking in a peculiar nasal voice:
"The hypotenuse must bisect the angle at this point in order for the equation to work. That is, of course, self evident and should need no explanation. The tricky part is that the obtuse angle needn't be touched, that's right, the two legs of that angle are perfectly coordinated, and...."
The voice continued to bore the shit out of every member of the "Introduction to Higher Mathematics" class for the next twenty minutes, until mercifully, the bell rang releasing the young men and women from the clutches of the demented Math Professor, and spilling them out into the corridor of the new college building. Most of them headed for the student lounge, which was conveniently located in the basement of the same building. There, all thought of Euclid, Pythagoras, and Professor Nielson could be washed from their minds with the help of copious draughts of frosty cold beer.
Three young girls, who appeared to be in their young twenties, led the stampede to the bar. They pushed their way through the noon time crowd that surrounded it and shouted their order at the embarrassed young man who pumped the beer.
"A pitcher of the light! Three glasses!"
The boy, he was hardly a man yet, was embarrassed not because of his menial position, but because of the three gorgeous sets of tits displayed at the bar in front of him. It was a hot early autumn afternoon, and all three girls were dressed accordingly. They wore halter tops that barely covered as much of their mammoth breasts as they left exposed, and the part that was left uncovered was incredibly beautiful on each one of the girls.
The man stared for a moment at the six scantily clad girls and gulped in confusion, fighting off a strong impulse to bury his head in the deepest crevice of the three. After reflecting upon this idea, the boy thought better of it. It would be next to impossible trying to judge which of the three possessed the biggest pair of knockers. He decided to hold off until he could investigate further.
The .girls had come to the bar for some noonday fun. The anxious young man behind the bar was an easy target, and cute, too.
"Hey, yo, beer! Pump the beer, honey, we're thirsty!" Lyn called out, almost beside herself with frenzy.
Her white, fleshy tits, exposed to all, were driving the boy further into a catatonic state. Finally, with a sigh bordering on a groan, he shook himself loose from his contemplation and began to fill their order, keeping a steady eye on the closest pair of creamy white knockers. After he had filled the pitcher, he pulled three mugs down from the cabinet behind his back. He strode to the bar, with his eyes fixed on the tits, and gently slipped a mug firmly into the swelling crevice of each of the young cunts in front of him. Mary rolled her eyes as she felt the coolness of the mug touch the warmth of her sweaty skin. The boy felt the bulge in his pants grow harder. He slid the next mug into Anita's crevice and kept his hand there to search into the halter and feel for a nipple. She smiled at the feel of his cool hand on her red, hot and very puckered nipple. The boy rubbed his crotch against the back of the bar. He put the pitcher down with his other hand and advanced the last mug into Lyn's soft white breasts, keeping his right hand on Anita's left nipple.
Anita and Lyn squirmed as the young man tweaked their nipples. The man felt a strange squirming in the crotch of his pants as he felt the breasts of these two voluptuous females. The noise surrounding the bar died down as the customers noticed the girls at the end of the bar. As Bill, that was the young man's name, kneaded and stroked the warm mounds in front of him, he grew more and more excited. He switched from one pair of breasts to the other, pulling the entire bulk of them free from the skimpy halter tops as he did so. He was all smiles as the trio bared their breasts and urged him to continue his exploration. They smiled seductively. In a flash, the girls pulled their halters over their heads glad to be free of their confining stickiness as the young man squirmed in front of them. The whole bar leaned forward in anticipation as the bartender leaned across the bar to suck the tits of the nearest girl.
The girls meanwhile remained calm talking lightly among themselves as Bill worked out on their breasts. They poured their beer and drank the soothing brew down their hot, parched throats. They held the mugs up to their mouths so that they wouldn't interfere with Bill's hands and mouth. It was very soothing to have one's huge, aching breasts licked and lightly massaged by a willing young man on a hot afternoon. Their breasts hung below them and swelled onto the bar for Bill's convenience and for the whole bar to see.
Bill sucked on them for ten minutes as the three young things finished their beer in complete comfort. Anita began to strap her breasts back into the scanty halter prior to leaving for her next class. Suddenly Bill's back arched in spasms on the bar in front of what he had determined, after careful investigation, to be the largest of the three pairs of breasts available to him. He licked and sucked at Lyn's tits as his penis exploded into orgasm beneath him. He groaned and kicked with both legs, spilling mugs and beer onto the floor all around him. The customers smiled and shook their heads unbelievingly at the spectacle in front of them.
After Bill was finished, he continued to hang on to the pair of breasts in front of him, as if imploring them to stay with him. Lyn lifted his hands from off her tits and with a great effort began to push her mounds of hot quivering flesh back into the confines of her inadequate halter. The three girls then strode out of the bar, leaving Bill sprawled helpless on the bar and a crowd of freshly sprouted hard-ons behind them. They, of course, neglected to pay, thinking that Bill would prefer to take care of that for them in order to rescue his self esteem.
As the three girls sauntered across the campus, it would have been easy to tell them apart at a glance. Mary had long auburn hair that fell in cascades down to her shoulders. Although she appeared to be as well endowed as her companions, she was shorter, and her figure, although perfect for her height, was not as ample as Lyn's or Anita's. She wore a pair of very short shorts, a remarkably fetching halter and nothing else. In fact at first glance it seemed as if Mary was dressed only in a very sexy pair of panties and a bra. The result was that Mary appeared even more desireable than she would have if she had appeared on the campus nude.
Anita had short dark hair. She hailed from Texas and spoke with a notable drawl. Being a Southern Belle, she dressed always in a skirt. The skirt she wore today was one of many like it in her wardrobe. It was short, very short So short that if one was to look carefully as she swayed along, one could see a few curled pussy hairs peeking out from underneath her skirt from time to time. The hair between her legs was as dark as the hair on her head. Anita thought that it was one of her better assets and could not see why she should cover her gorgeous box up with anything so gauche as panties. As she sat in class, she sometimes absentmindedly pulled at the hairs protruding from her dress, much to the consternation of her Professors and fellow students. She wore a pure white skirt to accent her very dark patch of twat, and her halter was the same color.
Lyn was the blonde member of the trio. She had long platinum curls that fell halfway down her back. She swung her head from time to time as she swayed along, conscious of the constant stares of admiration and envy that her own and her friends' appearance invariably caused. She had a pair of skin tight Levis that seemed as though they had been on her since birth, and threatened to burst at each breath she took. Her breasts were milk-white melons. They swung beneath her black velvet halter and flapped against her chest. Her lips were cherry red and glowed in anticipation as if they were waiting to have something thrust into them. Her skin was lovely, tanned to a golden brown.
A real knockout!
The three girls were on their way to the next class. They sincerely hoped that this one would not be as boring as the last one, but did not have much hope. It seemed that a College Degree was proof of the ability to withstand an overwhelming amount of tedious and useless barrage of facts.
Their next class was English Lit. A bore and no fun, even though the professor was young and kind of cute, but even more devastatingly boring than the old Math teacher. Today was Chaucer day and the Professor had blushed when he mentioned that they would be covering the Wife of Bath's Tale and that any of the young ladies who wished to be excused would not be given a cut for the day. Naturally, the class was full. But to everyone's disappointment the dirty parts in the poem turned out to be as indecipherable as the rest of Chaucer.
They sweated through forty minutes of obscure muttering from the front of the class, and then exploded out of the class at the first sound of the bell.
"Wanna go the beach?" asked Lyn as soon as they got outside.
"Ahm sick of the beach. Ahd like to go somewhere cool for a change. A nice air conditioned bar, or something like that," replied Anita.
"But if you went in the water like the rest of us, you would cool off! I don't see how you can call swimming indecent! There's nothing wrong with swimming!"
As it turned out, Mary was right. Lyn was going to the beach, whether alone or with her friends. Anita would probably take in a movie, and Mary would accompany one or the other of them. The debate was merely a contest to see who would get Mary's company that day, and Mary was sick of it. Her skin was already peeling from the frequent trips she paid to the beach with Lyn, and her eyes were sore from too many afternoons spent inside the dark cavern of the local theater watching inane movies until she fell into an airconditioned sleep. Today she was going to do something different, and more importantly, alone.
Lyn and Anita didn't mind that much about losing Mary's company. In fact, they were a little pleased. Both had their own plans for the afternoon, and both were looking forward to them. So the three girls parted company, and went their separate ways.
Anita was especially pleased to be alone that afternoon. She had wanted to see a new picture that had just opened across town, but had been embarrassed to go with Mary. She decided as soon as Mary walked away that today was the perfect day to see the new skin flick in town.
It seemed as though everyone on campus had already seen it. She had heard each scene described in painstaking detail by her friends and companions. She had always been careful to blush at the wild events of the plot, but secretly the events being described really excited her. What could be better, she thought, than to spend a hot afternoon like today in the dark, cool comfort of a movie theater, eating popcorn and watching a spirited round of sucking and fucking?
The ride across town was dreadful. The bus seemed to mope through the back alleys of the small college town. Waves of heat poured in the windows of the bus from the street boiling below it. As Anita watched the scenery pass by, she noticed that they were in the poorer section of town. The signs were in Spanish, and most of the people on the streets were either foreign looking or black. She stared out the window in fascination at the life teeming through the streets. She had never even known that there was such a section in the city. She couldn't wait to tell her friends about the discovery. But for now she decided to explore further. She jumped up from her seat and threw herself out the door, the very next time the bus stopped.
Anita felt a little homesick in the midst of all this new found Spanish culture. It reminded her of the Mexican communities in her home state of Texas. As she walked toward the movie, she resolved to stop for a Taco and a cold beer on the way home. .
When she approached the theater, she was glad to discover that the signs were all in English. She understood some Spanish, but not enough to get her through a whole movie. And from the signs on the marquee, this was one movie which she wanted to understand thoroughly. It was entitled "The Virgin Sex Queen, Her Life, Her Fun, and Her Tragic Downfall." The girl who was playing the lead looked like a real beauty. She was hispanic looking, with long jet black hair, a large ample bust that spilled halfway out of the tattered dress that clung to her body in the pictures, and a sad pouting face that made Anita want to hold it and hug it between her own large pair of breasts.
Before she went in, Anita stopped in the lobby to buy a liberal supply of popcorn. What after all is the point of seeing a movie without popcorn. She then walked through the aisles of the dimly lit theater and found a seat in the center of the middle section. She had just wiggled her cute, little ass against the soft, plush bottom of the seat when the lights went completely out, and the movie began.
It was immediately apparent that the movie was a low budget job, but there was a kind of gusto about the film that made up for its lack of finesse, Anita had never seen a movie like this before, and the events on the screen did not allow her to make any judgements about the quality of the movie itself!
It opened with a shot of the heroine lying in a very seedy looking bed in a very run down room. As the camera moved in on her, it was possible to detect a slight movement underneath the covers that were spread over the beautiful young girl's body. Soon the movement began to get faster and faster. The young girl threw the dirty cover from her to reveal a very short man, sprawled between her legs and sucking her pussy for all he was worth. There was no phony "Musac," only the sounds of slurping as the man did his work. The girl thrashed about on the bed throwing her shiny black hair back and forth across the bed like a whip. Her large round breasts were shaking with delight each time she did so. The man was obviously nearing the end of a very long sucking session, and was about to bring the young girl over the brink of orgasm.
The girl on the screen arched her back and began to hump into the man's mouth with great force, wailing as she did so. The bed underneath them was drenched with sweat. The girl's dusky body filled the screen as the camera got closer and closer. The color photography made her large nipples seem almost on fire as they pulsed a deep red. The camera centered on the girl's face which was screwed into contortions from the waves of lust that were sweeping her body. It moved down from her face as her cries of pleasure died slowly away into pleas for more of the same. Sweeping slowly across her mountainous breasts, it filled the huge screen with nipples. The nipples covered almost a quarter of her round, bouncing tits, and as the camera lingered, the man who was working on her cunt sent his hands up to tweak them. Anita sat in the dark, shoving huge handfuls of buttered popcorn into her mouth as she stared at the screen in fascination. The butter from the popcorn dripped down her chin in warm rivulets. She felt the seat underneath her begin to moisten as drops of pussy juice flowed out of her naked box. She began to push her quivering groin against the soft wet seat in the dark with her eyes fixed on the action in front of her.
The little man continued to tweak and pinch the dark tits until the girl was pleading with him to stop. He finally hoisted himself up by her breasts, pulling his tiny body over hers. When his crotch was level with hers, he stopped. His mouth was now within biting distance of those tender breasts in front of him, and that's just what he did. As he bit into the blood gorged nipples, the girl below him screamed in pain. Anita couldn't tell what language she was speaking, if any, but knew exactly what she was talking about. The camera made its way down the length of the two bodies on the screen. It stopped at the crotch of the girl. Anita gasped as she. saw hovering above, the largest, thickest, reddest cock, she had ever seen. It looked especially big on the body of the small wizened man. He waved it over the cunt, for the benefit of the audience, and then with a sudden thrust he plunged the entire length and width of it within the red, shimmering lips of the girl's cunt. She jumped about a foot in the air, trying to dislodge the huge cock from within her. She was obviously not ready for a monster of that size.
Anita advanced one of those butter stained lingers down to her own groin. She was glad in moments like these that she had free access to her twat; it would have been, such a bother unzipping her pants and trying to pull a pair of panties out of the way to get to the aching red mound of flesh beneath. There was no doubt about it, a miniskirt and bare ass were the only way to see one of these movies!
Anita began to shove one of her fingers into her juicy pussy, following along exactly with the tempo set by the well endowed midget on the screen. When the midget lingered for a split second inside of the now appreciative Senorita Salsa (for that was the name that the midget addressed the owner of the splendid young body below him by), Anita allowed her finger to linger inside of her love box as well. She swirled it around inside of her and poured the remains of the popcorn into her mouth. Then she attacked herself with both hands," trying to simulate that long, thick cock that was pumping in and out of the mons pubis on the screen. First she used two fingers, then three, and finally she was able to plunge her whole fist inside of herself. Despite the airconditioning, she felt beads of sweat forming on her skin, and a warm sensation of comfort made its way across her thighs and into her cunt.
The talented midget was biting down harder and harder on the nipples below him, and Anita began to envy Senorita Salsa as she felt an itching on her own nipples. She wished that nice young boy at the student center were with her now, and resolved that the next time she would not come to see a movie like this one alone. It was too frustrating. Both of the figures on the screen were humping and shouting with enthusiasm. Cindy reached behind her back to undo her halter and free her breasts for her waiting hand. She massaged the nipples of her now naked breasts while jumping up and down on her own fist, and felt herself approaching an orgasm along with the characters above her. All around her she saw figures sitting by themselves in the darkness. They were all rocking back and forth in their seats to the tempo of the midget, just. like Anita. Suddenly, Anita got a great idea. Why not get together with the cute old man sitting directly to her right? He probably wouldn't mind at all.
So Anita rushed over to the man. He was in his mid forties, dressed in a very somber grey business suit, and from the looks of him, appeared to be a pillar of society. But this particular pillar had a pillar of his own in hand. Anita gurgled with delight as she discovered that her intuition had been right on target. The man was busy doing the same thing that she was, in his own way of course. Clutched furtively in his right hand the man was rapidly rubbing on a cock that was as ample as the one on the screen. A look of imminent ecstasy filled his face as the man's eyes were glued to the events on the screen. He jumped when Anita plopped down in the seat next to him and tried to shove his wad back into his perfectly tailored trousers. Anita hitched her skirt up as far as it would go. As the man watched she pushed her index finger into her cunt and wiggled it around for a while. Then she pulled it slowly out and licked it dry. She smiled into his face as she performed the action, and soon he was smiling right back. Cautiously, the man stuck his own finger into Anita's dripping come-box and wiggled it around. He withdrew it slowly and licked it dry. Anita reached down to pull his cock back out into the open air, and her smile broadened as she felt it spring to life beneath her hands. She laid herself down on the floor so that her back was flush against the ground in front of the man. To do so she had to crawl almost completely under the seat in front of them, but it was worth it to get rid of that persistent itching feeling in her crotch. She lifted her legs so that they cupped around the man's ass. He sat on the very edge of his seat in anticipation as the talented Anita heaved her groin up against his. He grabbed the two cheeks of her lily white ass and plunged his ccck into her. Anita gasped, but the man couldn't hear a word she said. The action on the screen was nearing a climax as the midget was joined by a friend who crouched over the hungry Senora Salsa and rammed her in the mouth with a big, fat, uncircumcised dick. The groans and slurping sounds reached a-crescendo of emotion as the three characters sought their orgasms.
Anita, meanwhile, felt the man's cock pumping into her. At first she tried to respond by heaving her own hips into his, but she soon found that any movement on her own part was unnecessary. The man was intent on giving her a good fucking and swept up by the action on the screen above him he was doing just that. He placed Anita's smooth, firm buttocks on his knees to relieve some of the weight from her spine. He withdrew one of his hands from her ass and used it to explore the slit of her dripping cunt. As he pumped he rubbed his fingers over the nub of her clitoris and felt the crotch beneath him begin to shiver uncontrollably. As he fingered her clit, he shoved one of the fingers on his other hand into her ass hole. He continued to pump his massive organ in and out, in and out until he felt the sperm begin to seep into his balls. Suddenly the action on the screen reached a conclusion and the noise from that source died down.
But Anita took up the slack. Her cries of lust filled the theater as completely as those of the characters in the film had done before. She erupted into an orgasm and shrieked at the top of her lungs from beneath the seat in front of the man that was fucking her:
"OOOOOhhhhh! AAAAAhhhhhh, goooooodddd!!"
The man felt her coming and shot his own load into her. He squirted her with his sperm and only added to her pleasure. He gritted his teeth and pumped it in as the cunt struggled below him. Soon they were both finished. The man extracted his dripping cock from the girl's cunt with a loud "Pop!" He shoved it back into his trousers and began to collect his belongings to leave, Anita stayed on the floor, too exhausted to move. When the man was fully dressed, he reached into his wallet and withdrew a clean, crisp fifty dollar bill. He rolled the bill up and placed it gently between the lips of the girl's oozing cunt. Then he strode out the door as if he walked into the theater by mistake and had just now realized his error.
Anita reached down to her cunt and extracted the dripping, rolled up paper. She thought it was a note or a telephone number and was overjoyed to discover that it was green and new. Without waiting to see the end of the movie Anita arranged her clothes and ran out of the theater hoping to catch the man before he disappeared in order to thank him personally. But it was no use; the man had disappeared into the hustle and bustle of the city. Anita licked the edge of the bill reflectively as she looked up and down the block outside of the movie house.
It was turning toward evening now, and the heat was finally beginning to dissipate. Crowds began to fill the streets as Anita walked through the heart of the city on her way back to the campus. She paused outside of a bar that displayed a large banner advertising the fact that their drinks were cheap, their food good, and their entertainment entertaining. The young girl stood outside for a minute attempting to stare inside of the dark room and see what kind of entertainment they had, but she just couldn't see. Finally, she walked right into the bar room and sat down at the first empty stool. She was thirsty after all the popcorn and exercise of the movie and needed something to quench the burning in her throat She ordered a Singapore Sling and gulped it down eagerly as the bartender stood over her approvingly. She ordered another and took it into the back room where she heard the music begin back there.
The back room was darker than the main bar room at first and almost deserted. Anita sat and pushed the frosty drinking glass into her hot bosom, sighing at the coolness soothing her sweaty flesh. She felt the relaxing sensation of the liquor passing through her from the first drink and felt at peace with the world and herself. Looking up at what appeared to be a small stage, she was pleased to discover that the "Entertainment" was a very pretty young girl about her own age. The girl was almost naked and swayed to the rhythm of a recorded rock song. Her skin glowed underneath the lights. She kept her eyes closed and seemed to be dancing for her own amusement.
The girl wore a see-through white robe that swirled about her as she danced. Her hair was short and blonde, her face was freckled and surrounded by a bright halo of golden hair translucent beneath the light of the stage. She slipped the robe off after a few moments, and kicked it aside effortlessly, keeping her eyes closed. Underneath, she wore a pair of white panties. They glowed in the lights and stood out clearly against her tan skin. She was slight of builds her breasts were small and firm topped with lovely rosy nipples. She did not so much dance as sway with the rhythm of the music that flowed around her. Anita felt as though she had just walked in on the girl's bedroom and had found her by surprise dancing to her own radio. The girl was enjoying herself.
Anita looked about the room to see what kind of an audience the young girl had. She was surprised when she realized that except for herself and a small, fat man, sitting directly in front of the stage, the room was empty! Apparently this was an audition. It was hard to believe that the young girl could appear so natural, so relaxed at an audition. Anita watched approvingly as the young girl continued to sway her body until the music ended. As soon as the record ended the girl sprang off the stage like a gymnast. She pulled the robe around her and sat down next to the fat man to hear the verdict:
"I'm sorry honey, but you're just not raunchy enough. Men come in here, they wanna be turned on, you understand. They want tits and ass, and they wanna lot of it too. You look like a god-damn ballerina up there. It's too pretty you know, too ... cutsey. They want tits and cunt, tits and ass, shaking and strutting not a god-damn ballerina, sorry."
The man heaved himself to his feet and began huffing his way back to the bar when he saw Anita. He stopped over her and looked her over from head to toe. He was pleased with what he saw.
"You come to audition?"
Anita just smiled, a little confused from the two strong drinks she had just downed. The fat man took it for a yes.
"Good, get up there and lemme see what you can do with those monsters."
He returned to his seat and Anita felt herself getting up and moving toward the stage. She stood for a while and felt the eyes of the man as he stared approvingly at the patch of cunt peering out from beneath her dress. The music started and Anita began to dance.
She danced slowly at first, but as the tempo of the music increased she felt herself getting into it. She swung her hips wildly; she tore the halter from her back and began to wave her tits in the air around her. The man stared at her huge breasts flying and shaking above him and dollar signs began to show in his eyes.
"That's enough, that's enough!" he shouted, "Save your energy for tonight! You're hired!"
CHAPTER TWO
When Anita got back to the dorm that afternoon, she was almost jumping with satisfaction. She had landed a great job without even looking. Mary and Lyn would be speechless with envy. She ran to Mary's room first, hoping to impress her friend, but she wasn't there. She ran to Lyn's room, but that was deserted as well. Almost speechless with frustration, Anita was almost tempted to tell the aging hall monitor that patrolled the corridors of their dorm, but at the last moment, she thought better of it Somehow she had a hunch that the old lady would not be able to appreciate her great new job as a topless dancer in one of the classiest bars in town. She retired to her room to take a quick shower and select her wardrobe for the coming night.
Lyn was still at the beach. She had spent the afternoon in a deserted section of the beach accessible only to those who were willing to make their way across a very slippery patch of green, slime covered rocks, covered with about a foot of water from the afternoon eddies on the shoreline. Once done however, a small patch of beach lay open to the daring explorer. It was no longer than one hundred feet long and would disappear with the tide from time to time. It was surrounded on all sides by rocks and the ocean shielded it from the sight of the main beach. Lyn willingly scampered her away across the hidden and slippery rocks every afternoon. She preferred to swim in the nude, and this section of the beach was the only place around she could do so without causing a riot.
When Lyn reached the smooth white sand of her own beach, she began to strip off the already sweat soaked clothing from her grateful body. She usually washed the clothes in the swirling green waters that rolled onto the sands in waves and hung them to dry on the rocks furthest away from the frothing spray. Then she ran into the waves and splashed to her heart's content.
She ran into the waves, laughing at the feel of the seawater swirling around her naked body. She swam steadily out past the waves and allowed herself to float to the surface. She lay on the top of the green water in the brilliant afternoon sunlight and dozed with the rocking motion of the water underneath her. The sun streamed across her belly and breasts, so hot that it sizzled the beads of moisture off of her skin. When she felt the skin begin to redden, Lyn plunged back into the waves and swam for shore. She loved the smell of the water in her nostrils and the feel of it between her fingers as she pulled her way into the shore line.
Matching her motion with the waves, she felt herself being lifted by the water as it rolled onto the shore. For a brief moment, she was weightless as she soared through the sunlight to the shore. Then the wave would pass by her, almost through her, and continue toward its destination with a mindless roar. Lyn sunned herself when she reached shore. She was about to leave, but just couldn't resist one final dip in the beckoning sea. She threw herself in and swam past the waves again. She turned once more on her back and turned her mounds of softly curved breasts toward the sun as if to invite it to caress them. It was getting late, though, and the sun had lost its terrible heat It felt almost kindly now, as if it was trying to warm the water for her delicate flesh.
Lyn remained floating in the fading late afternoon sunlight that was more brilliant on the water than it was in the sky. She fell into a daze, not sleeping exactly, but not fully awake either. She was pulled out of it by the roar of a motor that grew louder and louder as a yacht advanced toward her motionless body.
When the boat was only ten feet away, Lyn rolled under the water in a startle, and began swimming furiously for the shore. But it was too late. A net reached over the side of the boat and swept her naked body up into the air like a captured fish. When she felt herself being lifted into the air, but strangely enough not really until then, Lyn began to come out of the stupor that the lazy afternoon swim had inflicted on her. She struggled against the ropes that surrounded her until she was almost thirty feet over the water. Looking down into the shining plains of greenness below her, she suddenly realized that even if she could get loose from the net, she would not be able to survive the fall. She stopped struggling instantly, feeling a wave of fear pass through her body. She heard voices below her, but couldn't make out who they were or what they were saying. Finally the net began to be lowered. She was spilled onto the deck of the yacht.
As she lay in a heap on the deck, Lyn realized that she was surrounded by a group of men. She looked up into the dazzling evening sunlight that shone over her head and saw that the men surrounding her were uniformed. They were not navy men, though. The uniforms appeared to be private ones, like those of the household servants of a very rich man. She tried to cover her nakedness as they stared down at her. After a pause of two or three seconds, a gruff voice rasped out a command:
"Bring 'er down below. Step to it, 'el be waitin' you know."
With that, the net was peeled from off her body and Lyn was led to a stairwell that descended into the depths of the ship. She soon found herself in a sumptuous cabin. It was covered with wall to wall carpeting, thick and white beneath her naked feet. The whole room was decorated in white, and everything, included the walls, was covered with the same furry material as the carpeting. Lyn was pushed onto a couch. Before they left the two men that had practically dragged her to the cabin smiled at her, and patted her naked breasts as if in envy.
No sooner had the men left, but the door opened and a handsome young man, dressed all in white entered the room. Lyn folded her arms beneath her breasts and shivered violently, half in fright and half from the cold of the dripping sea water as it ran from her body in pools.
"Well, this is a surprise," said the young man cheerfully. He advanced to Lyn and stood above her, sweeping his eyes over her body. "You must forgive the manners of my crew, but you see we've been on the open sea for three out of the last four years, and I'm afraid they've forgotten what manners are. Let me get you a towel or something, you're dripping!"
Lyn reached for the towel when he handed it to her, and as she did so her breasts bounced beneath her. The young man had a towel also, and he began to rub her breasts thoroughly. At first, Lyn tried to push him off, but the warmth felt so good on her goosebumpy flesh that she allowed him to continue. She reached her hands up to dry her hair as he rubbed and chafed the life back into her frozen tits. With her hands over her head, Lyn's tits stood out even further than usual. The nipples had already been puckered with the cold, and they began to fill with blood under the young man's attention. Soon he rubbed his towel down her stomach causing a flood of warmth to seep into her flesh as he did so. Lyn leaned back in the furry softness of the plush couch and rested her head into her hands. She had already wrapped her long golden hair in the towel that the young man had given her, and now she leaned back to relax.
The man took her legs one by one in his expert hands and rubbed them vigorously with his warm towel. He advanced up her thighs, and brushed lightly over her golden cunt each time he reached the top of her now warm and glowing thighs. Suddenly Lyn felt right at home in the white modern cabin of what appeared to be a very expensive yacht. As the man on his knees before her continued to towel dry her body, Lyn surveyed the room she was in. He spread her legs lightly to dry the bottom of her meaty, golden thighs. His arm passed against the mound of her cunt, and Lyn felt herself screw her hips against the hardness of his forearm. The man as if waiting for his cue, began to massage her wet pubic hair. She crooned with delight as he rubbed her. Soon he dropped all pretences and let the towel drop from his hand. He began to slide the tip of his middle finger up and down the slit of her crotch, and watched intently as the redness of her twat began to-swell and glow under his expert touch.
Lyn began to hump against his finger. He plunged it into her pussy and she reached down with her hands to keep it in there. As she watched the man lowered his head to her cunt and inserted his tongue into her hole. She squirmed against it and squeezed it as hard as she could with the walls of her vagina. He pushed his thick tongue in and out, lifting her groin into his face with his hands. As he ate her, he stuck another finger into her ass hole, and seemed to stop his sucking for a while to see what Lyn's reaction would be. Lyn squirmed her ass down into his finger and pleaded with him for more:
"Oooooh, that's fine, put another one in, go ahead."
The young man stood up suddenly and began to strip the clothes from his body. Lyn observed with interest, anxious to see what kind of cock was going to fuck her. And when it appeared, she leaned over to take the length of it in her mouth. It fit snugly into her mouth at first, but as she sucked it grew enflamed with blood and filled her mouth with hot, red cock. He pulled it out of her mouth and turned her over on her stomach, her ass draped over the edge of the armrest so that he could fuck it with ease. Lyn clutched at the cushions, blanching at the thought of that huge cock being thrust into her little ass hole. The young man spit into the crack of her ass and massaged the liquid into her hole. He spit again into his hands and covered the length of his red, swollen prick with saliva. Lyn looked around wide eyed to see what he was doing and almost swooned when she saw him rubbing the biggest cock that she had ever laid eyes on.
He gripped both cheeks of her ass with his two hands, grabbing big handfulls of her soft yielding flesh and pulled her toward him as he thrust savagely forward with his rod. Lyn screamed in pain as she felt him grabbing at her ass flesh like he was going to rip it from her body. The pain was so great that it almost eclipsed the pain of his monstrous cock being rammed into her tiny ass hole.
Lyn jumped for a second, not sure whether he had plunged it all the way in yet. When she felt it plunging out of her hole, she screamed again and felt tears streaming down her face. She tried to get up before he could continue, but he rammed his cock all the way home once again, pinning her to the couch as if she were impaled on the cock. She screamed again and again, hoping that he would stop, but it was no use:
"It's too big! Ugghhh! Please, take it out! Ugghhh! You're hurting me! Please!"
The man wouldn't stop. He rammed his cock into her ass again and again until he squirted his load of sperm into her. As he came he grabbed the cheeks of her ass again in handfulls and squeezed the soft flesh so hard that his hands drew blood. Lyn fainted dead away when she felt the cock swelling even larger inside of her prior to erupting with sperm. The man continued to pump away until he had discharged his load of sperm into the girl. When he was finished, he called the deck hands in and directed them to return the girl to the shore. First, he took a pouch and filled it full of golden coins. He chained the bag around the surprisingly thin waist of the girl so that it would be secure and reminded the men of the penalty that would fall on them if they so much as touched the girl.
When Lyn awoke on her strip of beach, she felt the sea water washing around her. She jumped to her feet in the moonlit night and bent over almost immediately afterwards to repress a wave of nausea that swept through her when she felt the pain from her still tender ass hole and remembered her experiences on the yacht She straightened up with difficulty and felt the pouch banging against the top of her triangle of pubic hair. She tried to unfasten it from the chain that held it securely around her waist, but it was no use. She opened the top of the bag cautiously and peered inside. Then she reached into the bag and withdrew a handful of shining gold coins. She reached in for more and pulled them out laughing. It was too good to be true. She was rich! Sweeping up her clothes, Lyn scrambled across the dangerously slippery rocks, suddenly unconcerned about the shooting pain of her ass hole as she ran.
She ran back to the bus stop and was very surprised to learn that it was already ten o'clock. Going straight to the dorms, she eagerly sought out her friends to tell them her good news and was annoyed to find neither of them in their rooms. Thinking they had gone off together, unconcerned about her whereabouts, she resolved that they wouldn't get a penny of her new found fortune.
Mary had been glad to find herself alone" that afternoon. She welcomed the chance to get some reading done and was ashamed to tell her friends that she actually wanted to study instead of going to the beach or the movies. The college library was air conditioned, and Mary couldn't think of a better way to spend a hot summer's day. She made her way into the stacks where all the circulating books were kept, and climbed to the sixth level. It was dark and musty as she walked down the rows of books. She made her way to the drama section and selected a copy of the new play that was going to be presented by the school drama society during the winter season. She had heard that auditions were going to be held within the next few weeks. She dreamed to herself of playing the lead, but knew that she probably would not get up enough nerve to try out for the part at all.
She brought the book to the corner of the most deserted section of the library where she knew that she would not be disturbed. She read through the play avidly, unaware of the time as it passed, intent only on the play as she produced it, acted it, and applauded it in her own head. When she finished the play the first time, she read through it again repeating over the lines of Patricia, the most important character in the play. She tried to commit each line to memory and was annoyed at herself when she stumbled over a line or forgot after reading it through two or three times. Soon she was speaking her lines outloud, with great emphasis on what she considered the most important parts.
She read through a whole act, and although she heard her voice ringing out through the stacks of books, she knew that the library was usually deserted this early in the term and was secure that she was alone. So she was somewhat startled when she heard a clapping and whistling noise coming from behind the book shelf to her right after she had completed the first act of her part with a flourish. Blushing furiously Mary charged around the case, her red hair streaming in anger behind her. She was greeted by a young man about, her own age who stared brazenly at her and recited what she knew to be the first line of the second act:
"If we must love, Patricia, let it be a love that will consume us both."
Mary stared at him, confused. She had been so intent on the play, that for a second she didn't know who she was. She thought for a second that this was the character of Tom, Patricia's lover in the play, brought to life by the intensity of her involvement in the drama. She stared at him and felt the next line welling up out of her, as if they were indeed for a brief moment Tom and Patricia, the tragic young lovers of the play:
"If there is such a thing, Tom, I would gladly feed the flames of it with my body. For you."
The young man advanced toward her on cue. The stage directions at this point called for him to kiss her, carry her off the stage, and, to put it bluntly, fuck her. Mary felt his mouth close over hers. His tongue explored her mouth with great care; his body pressed into hers. Still kissing her, the man swept her into his arms and carried her deeper into the deserted section of the library. He placed her gently on the cool floor and knelt down over her. He covered his body over hers like a blanket, kissing her softly all over her face. Mary felt his hands on her breasts, reaching inside of her halter to caress the softness of her wrinkled nipples. She sighed as his hands closed around her breasts and his tongue delicately circled the inside of her ear. The ground was cool and hard under her ass, and Tom, or whoever it was, began to press steadily against her groin with his own. He reached his mouth down to her breasts and began to cover them with soft tender kisses, pausing at her nipples to suck them with his lips, tickling the tender flesh with the tip of his tongue. She kissed the top of his brown hair and pressed her large breasts further into his mouth.
Tom got to his knees again and began to take off his T-shirt and jeans. He then pulled down his shorts to reveal his bouncing penis to Mary's eager sight She reached up to stroke it softly and approvingly, as if trying to coax a young child to help her. The cock was hard but lovely. The skin on it glowed with a pinkness and was smooth beyond belief. It felt like silk in her hands. She bent down to kiss it, laughing with joy as it bounced up and down before her eyes. Then Tom pressed her gently back to the hard, cool ground and peeled her shorts and halter top from her body. He ran his hands over the smoothness of her skin. Their eyes met as his hands covered her face. They stared into each other as if they had been lovers for so long that they no longer could remember aloneness. She kissed his hands tenderly to let him know that she was ready and he pressed his body against hers.
Tom entered her slowly and cautiously. He didn't begin to pump his cock into her until he felt that she was responding against his body. Mary sighed as she felt the smooth hardness of the penis slide into the wetness of her vagina. She began to hump aginst it softly, and felt her lover begin to respond to her movement.
As they began to flow into each others rhythm their mouths reached for one another. They explored each others tongues and breathed love into themselves. Mary thought of nothing. It was a slow and quiet fuck, just the kind she liked. The only thing that ran through her mind was a phrase, over and over again. For no reason at all, it ran through her mind and she had no idea what it meant or where she had heard it:
"The beast with two backs, they are making the beast with two backs."
They rocked into a slow and soothing orgasm. There were no sudden bursts of pleasure, just a slow steady climb as the tension built up into every cell of their bodies and then released itself in slow, steady waves. Both their bodies tingled and rippled with the released tension. The sperm flowed into her, and she relaxed to receive it Her vagina spasmed around his penis until they were both satisfied. Then they lay side by side in the coldness of the library tasting the sweat on each other's skin and holding each other fondly.
Mary was the first one to go. She got up and fastened the clothes back to her body. Then she walked back to the chair in which she had first been reading and retrieved her book. She stopped for a split second and felt the body of the naked young man in her mind and then she slowly turned and walked away.
It was late, past ten already and Mary walked in the cool night air before retiring to the dorm. 'She wanted to stop and tell everyone that she passed about her experience in the library, but instead she clutched the book to her breasts and strolled around the campus, tasting the night air in her throat.
When the bells rang out eleven, she turned to the dorms to go to sleep. She was resolved now that her friends would not influence her as much as they had. They were both beautiful and knew everything about sex that there was to know, but that was not enough. She must learn to let herself go, to blossom on her own, and the audition would be the perfect opportunity to spread her wings.
Lyn was waiting in her room when she returned. She sat on Mary's bed in the dark, wearing only her jeans and staring out the window.
"Well, you're home at last," she said sarcastically still staring out the window, "Where's Anita? Did your friend already go to bed?"
"I haven't the slightest idea in the world where Anita is." Mary replied with more than a trace of annoyance in her voice.
Lyn jumped to her feet, her excitement growing and overpowering her resentment at being deserted by her friends. She held the bag of gold in front of Mary's face and began to regale her with the details of her kidnapping and rape, embellishing every detail with a liberal dose of imagination. Mary examined the gold as Lyn babbled, not really listening to a word that was being said.
"Lyn, this is gold! Where did you get this from?"
"What do you think I've been trying to tell you? Will you listen to me!"
Slowly Mary was able to drag the details from the avalanche of excited words that tumbled from the young blond girl's mouth.
"Why the nerve of that creep!" exclaimed Mary after she heard of the brutal rape, "He thinks that he can just fuck you, and shut you up with a bag of gold?! Who does he think he is!"
Mary continued to berate the young man until Lyn could take no more.
"Are you crazy? Do you know what I can do with this money? Wouldn't you allow yourself to be fucked up the ass for this much money?"
Their conversation was interrupted by Anita who stormed into their room with a huff, tears streaming from her eyes. She threw herself on the bed while the two girls stared at her. Finally, they were able to find out what had happened.
Anita related the details of her afternoon audition and admonished her friends for not being around to convince her not to take the job that had been offered her. Then she filled in the details of the rest of the night.
When she returned to the club, wearing her shortest skirt and her skimpiest halter top, she was greeted with disdain by the other dancers who were all older and mostly professionals. The manager had bent over backwards to keep her happy, sure that she would be a sensation and increase the business in his already booming establishment She was the second girl on. She had to dance one forty minute set and would be paid almost one hundred dollars for it The first girl was fat and couldn't dance for shit She had to leave halfway through her act when an irate customer threw a glass of gin in her face. The alcohol burnt the girl's eyes.
Anita had been rushed to the stage to placate the angry audience. At first she was frightened. The liquor that had inspired her in the afternoon had worn off, leaving her tense and nervous. The sight alone of her young, nubile body was enough to win the audience over, however, and after the first song she really started to get into it again. In the middle of the second song, she began to tease the halter from her body. The audience was delighted and roared their approval as the firm but huge breasts made their appearance. They began to cluster about the stage. Soon Anita removed her skirt and shook her dark patch of pussy into the face of a burly man standing right in front of the stage. He bit her.
She screamed in indignation when she felt his lips biting into her tender young cunt, but forced herself to continue. The audience loved it and slapped the burly man on the back as if to congratulate him on his quick thinking wit Anita threw herself into the music resolved that she would not make that mistake again. The set wore on and the men began to reach up at her sweating body pinching the flesh between her thighs and feeling the smoothness of her white ass. It was hot and the music worked like a drug. Anita began to feel goosebumps rise on her skin each time she felt a hand reaching to catch a feel of her snatch. She rubbed into the hands and closed her eyes in pleasure.
After a while they were everywhere. She felt them pulling insistently at her nipples until she was forced to the floor of the stage. She felt them thrust their fingers into her cunt and she laid there on the stage driven almost wild with passion. A man whipped his cock out and shoved it into her mouth as she was writhing in the spotlight He shoved it into her and within seconds spurted a load of warm sticky sperm between her lips and down her throat. And then the floodgates had opened!
One after another they mounted onto the stage and pumped into her juicy cunt One boy who couldn't have been more than fifteen years old, plunged his cock into the crevice of her breasts. The crowd cheered as he thrust the tip of his small prick into her resisting lips. He pumped five times and then squirted her face with a thin, almost watery, film of sperm. They pulled him off and continued to fuck her. One man turned her on her side and tried to fuck her up the ass while someone else fucked her cunt, but mercifully he was drunk, and couldn't force his limp prick into her hole. He crawled away shamefacedly as the crowd hooted him down. Soon the music stopped and the manager made his way through the crowd, pushing and shoving the men from off of her body. She was covered with sperm. She was lying in a pool of it. ft dripped down her legs and out the corner of her mouth. He pulled her to her feet and led her to the entrance of the bar. She had barely had a chance to collect her clothes, before he pushed her out into the street, shouting hoarsely after her as she ran stumbling down the block, nude and dripping with sperm:
"I said dance, not fuck, you little hooker! You wanna close me for good! This is a bar, not a brothel!"
Cindy had crawled into a back street and dressed in an alley way. She had washed herself off as best as she could in a local gas station and made her way home. She collapsed into tears as she finished her story.
The two girls were sorry for her. They soothed her and carried her to the bathtub where they washed her sperm stained body clean. Then Lyn told her the events of her adventure and showed her the pouch of gold. Anita didn't believe it at first, but after examining the contents of the pouch, she soon forgot about her own mishaps and helped Lyn decide how much the gold was worth, and what she would buy with it.
CHAPTER THREE
The next morning the three girls made their way to the local jeweler's. It was a warm, muggy morning; the sky was overcast, and the air itself was heavy with moisture and smog. Lyn, Mary, and Anita were in high spirits despite the gloomy weather. They took the bus to the center of the city, and from there they walked through the narrow and crowded streets of the business district Lyn was silent; she was toying with the idea of opening a dress shop, calculating silently the cost of the rent, upkeep, and stock of each store they passed. But Mary and Anita argued the value of Lyn's bag. They finally decided that it was worth at least ten thousand dollars and let it go at that.
A little old man with grey, balding hair, a thick pair of horn-rimmed glasses, and a wrinkly suit that hung on him like a burlap sack draped haphazardly over a scarecrow, was struggling with the iron gate that protected his shop from vandals overnight The girls stood directly in front of the shop and watched the proceedings. Lyn and Anita chewed gum loudly, and Mary simply stared. The man, as if aware of his audience, put on a great show. He put both of his hands underneath the bottom of the gate, crouched like a professional weight-lifter, and began to lift the gate inches at a time. His face turned red, then purple, and then a dark black. He breathed loudly and grunted softly under his load. It was no longer a gate that he was lifting; it was the whole burden of his life: all the robberies, the senseless vandalism, and financial worries that had beset him since he opened his shop over twenty years before. When he had the gate lifted over his head, he stepped to the other side of it He pulled a paper bag that was sprawled on the street side of the gate across the imaginary boundry with his left foot. He stared straight at the girls and released his hold on the gate. It slammed to the concrete sidewalk with a tremendous crash, separating the Jeweler from his three prospective customers. He smiled at them grimly and took off his hat to greet them.
"If you will be kind enough to wait right there, I will be with you in a minute."
The girls waited, annoyed at having to wait so long on such urgent business, as the old man fumbled with his keys and proceeded to unlock his store. He stepped to the other side of the door, pulled his paper bag across the thresh-hold, and shut the door behind him. Lyn began to pace back and forth in front of the store. Anita and Mary tried to carry on a casual conversation, but the effort proved too much, and their talk died into silence. Ten minutes later, the man reappeared at the door. He stepped outside and advanced to the iron gate. He pushed it up a few inches with the palms of his hands and crouched to go into his weight lifting act again. This time, however, the girls ran to the gate, and sticking their hands through the chain links of the gate, they all heaved together. The man was left crouching with his hands held palm upward in front of him staring blankly into space. The girls pushed past him and stormed into the shop. They advanced to the counter in the back of the dimly lit store, and Lyn threw the contents of her pouch on the counter top. The man slowly followed them, walked behind the counter, and picked up one of the gold coins to examine it. Lyn and Anita chewed their gum; the sound of the biting and slurping filled the store. After what seemed like hours, the old man put the gold down and looked directly over Lyn's head.
"Where did you say you got this ... merchandise from?"
"I didn't," Lyn replied, "how much is it worth?"
"As a matter-of-fact, it's not worth anything. This is contraband treasure. It was stolen over three years ago from the royal treasury of Botonko, along with quite a few other caches of rare and valuable artifacts. If it was smelted down into pure gold, it might be worth, oh say...." The man continued to stare over their heads. His eyes were motionless, but you could almost hear the sound of his brain calculating furiously. The girls waited for his answer, their mouths hanging open in anticipation.
"Twenty," he said finally with an air of absolute finality.
"Twenty what?" the three girls cried as one.
"Why, twenty thousand dollars, of course," the man replied with a puzzled expression on his face as he watched the girls dance around his dark and somber store in glee.
"However!" the man continued ominously, freezing the three dancing girls in front of him at once. "However. The merchandise is worthless. It is illegal to smelt down contraband platinum. If I were you, I would bring the platinum to the proper authorities immediately."
"Platinum!" Mary responded, "I thought it was gold."
"Yes, it's a very clever job really. An art of alchemy that has disappeared from our modern world, Why these coins are over two thousand years old. They were coined in Botonko when it was still a province of the Abyssinian Empire. I must thank you for allowing me to see them, but I must ask you to leave immediately. T have no desire for the curse of Concho-Concho to land . upon my aged brow."" The girls were dumbfounded, but the man was insistent He pushed them out into the street and locked the door firmly behind them. They were about to leave when a card was slid under the door by the old man behind it It was a simple business card which read: "Joe Stern, Metallurgist, 333-3699."
Lyn stood glaring at the card until Mary grabbed it from her hands and walked over to a phone booth. She shut the door behind her and emerged a few seconds later with a big smile on her face. They were to meet Mr. Stern at his office immediately; he was waiting for them.
Mr. Stern's "office" was a dilapidated warehouse near the docks. They walked around the outside of the building looking for the entrance. As they turned the last corner, they were greeted by a very dapper looking man of about thirty years old. He ushered them into his office studio. It was a huge shell of a building covered by a two foot deep layer of debris. Light filtered through the dirt-stained windows that lined the walls of the building. In the middle of the one room, which was about the size of a football field, there was a desk and four chairs. Mr. Stern sat behind the desk, the girls sat in front of it Arrangements were concluded hurriedly, and the girls got up to leave the rotting building, half afraid that the creaking noises they heard over their heads were the sounds of the roof about to crash down on them. Mr. Stern had another idea, however. As they had talked, his eyes had been riveted on the bodies of these gorgeous young girls in front of him. He told them that he did other things beside his smelting. He was, it turned out, also a movie producer. He offered each of the girls a part in his new film. They were delighted to accept. It just so happened that Mr, Stern was starting to shoot his newest production on that very afternoon, and if the girls could make it, the jobs were theirs.
The girls returned to the warehouse that afternoon to begin their new careers. Lyn was a bit reticent at first, thinking that a girl as wealthy as herself did not have to demean herself by earning her living, but her vanity finally got the better of her, and she decided to go along with the idea.
When the girls arrived, Mr. Stern and three associates were busy shifting the debris from one side of the warehouse to the other. The desk and chairs were thrown in a heap against the far wall, and in the middle of the warehouse there were now three full-size beds lined in a row, one next to the other.
Joe introduced his three associates: Mr. Smith, Mr. Jones, and Mr. Doe ("Just call me Johnny," the last one said as he was named). There were floodlights positioned over each bed, and Joe Stern held a small movie camera in his hands as he explained the premise of the movie.
"Tins is what you call your slice of life cinema, you know. The premise is, that you three girls want to get laid, you know. You're really horny and all. You think youse can handle that?"
The three girls nodded their heads very seriously.
"Good. Now these three gentlemen just happen to wander into this deserted warehouse and find you three horny girls waiting to get laid, and you three rape them, you know. You jump all over them. Think ya can handle that?"
The three girls were positioned on the beds, and the three men went outside to make their entrance for Joe's camera.
"Where are the mikes?" Anita asked, wondering how they had disguised them, and where she should direct her lines.
"Very sensitive omni-directional mikes embedded in the ceiling. You can't see them, but they'll pick up every single sound you make. Don't worry, and remember, act horny."
The girls laid on the bed and waited. The doors opened and the three middle aged men ran into the room, stumbling over debris as they raced toward the beds. The girls raised themselves up. Lyn took off her blouse and rubbed her tits seductively. Anita began to finger herself. Mary removed all of her clothes and waited, spreadeagled on the bed. Mr. Smith approached Lyn's bed at a dead run and threw himself into the bed like a fullback diving for a touchdown. He buried his head into Lyn's full chest and licked her nipples to life. He kneeled above her-and began to remove his clothes as she wiggled on the bed underneath him. Growing impatient, Lyn began to help him. She pulled his pants and shorts down around his knees as he struggled with his shirt and tie. Taking his swollen cock in both hands, she began to cover it with kisses. The man groaned and lost interest in his shirt buttons. Lyn saw the camera trained upon her and enveloped the man's dick with her lips. Mr. Smith groaned at the mikes imbedded in the ceiling as he felt her tongue working its way up and down his throbbing rod, and Lyn's fingers working into his ass hole. Lyn removed the cock from her mouth and followed the shaft down to his balls with her tongue. The man held her head as she began to take one of his tender gonads into her mouth. She swirled it with her tongue as the man writhed with pleasure above her.
Anita, meanwhile, had thrown Mr. Jones to the bed underneath her without giving him a chance to take off a stitch of his clothing. She knelt over his face waving her hairy muff inches from his mouth as she fingered herself with glee. The man's tongue reached out to catch the precious drops of pussy juice as they trickled down her hands.
The man's cock felt like it would rip through his suddenly too tight underwear and explode, through the crotch of his expensive trousers. He struggled to free it while he lapped up the drops of jism flowing into his mouth. Anita, meanwhile, continued to sway above him. She was dressed normally wearing a short skirt with no panties to encumber her delicious pussy, and a skimpy halter top that if anything added to the desirability of her two mounds of breast that swelled from her chest Anita finally lowered her crotch onto the man's mouth and allowed his tongue free passage into her dark red cunt He stopped trying to free his aching cock and devoted himself to her wet, hot twat, devouring her flowing juices with a frenzy of slurps as Anita humped into him. She turned herself around as she hovered over his face, and he ran his tongue down the slit of her cunt and underneath her torso until he reached the beginning of her ass slit She reached down to his zipper to free his bulging hard-on from the confines of his pants. It bounced to life gratefully, and as Anita lowered her mouth to it the man thrust his hips almost involuntarily and shoved the whole thing into Anita's mouth. She was startled at first and tried to pull it out Then she saw the camera trained upon her; she shoved the rest of the silky smooth cock into her mouth and gurgled for the benefit of the mikes over her head. The man returned to her crotch and began to tingle the sensitive nub of her clit with the tip of his tongue. Anita forgot about the camera and threw herself into the 69 with gusto.
Mary was motionless on the bed. Mr. Doe, or Johnny as he preferred to be called, stood over her for a split second, ripping off his clothes and taking in the expanse of her glorious body. The light red hair between her legs matched the long silken hair that lay around her head on the bed like a crimson halo. Her breasts stood out from her body even as she was stretched out on the bed. Her skin was smooth and covered with light, downy peach fuzz as she wiggled beneath him. When Johnny was completely naked, he mounted her. Her cunt lips were wide open to receive him and well lubricated in expectation of his cock. He slid himself into her wetness and slowly began to thrust in and out of her. Mary felt a little cheapened by the whole thing and had a vague suspicion that the film in Mr. Stern's camera was as imaginary as the omni-directional mikes in the ceiling, but as Mr. Doe thrust his swollen cock in and out of her, she felt herself responding with thrusts of her own.
She lifted her legs up into the air to make his penetration deeper. He grasped onto her breasts with both hands as he pumped into her, and she liked the feel of his rough hairy hands on her delicate flesh. She hooked her legs around his ass to drive him deeper into her. His cock was not large, but Mary didn't care much. She liked the sensation of the penis inside of her. With her legs she pushed the man further up her body so that the shaft of his cock would rub against her clit Her hands were stretched over her head, offering the man a full helping of her lust swollen breasts and nipples. She moved her hands around his shoulders and pressed her mouth into his, driving her muscular young tongue into his mouth. He reached down under her ass with both his hands and pushed her hips roughly against his pulsating cock. She felt an old, familiar, warm feeling creeping up from inside of her and struggled toward orgasm, trying to black out the sordidness of her surroundings and the strangeness of the man pumping away at her. She felt the first wave of her come and clawed frantically at the man's back urging him to fuck her harder and deeper:
"More, give me more! Fuck harder! Oooowwwwww!"
Her come exploded over her, and the camera moved in for a close up of her lust contorted face as she screamed. When Mr. Doe heard her cries of pleasure, he could hold back no longer.
He dug his hands harder into the flesh of her ass, wringing the firm and meaty white flesh as he shot gallons of sperm into the frantic girl underneath him. His fingers pushed their way into her ass and explored the porthole of her tight hole, driving the girl deeper into her come. Mary contracted the walls of her vagina to wring every drop of sperm out of the cock inside of hen When the man was finished pumping, she pushed the body from off her body and squirmed around on the bed to lick the excess sperm and cunt juice from the dwindling tip of the cock. The man pulled away as he felt her tongue on his super-sensitive, throbbing cock-head. But Mary was persistent, and soon she had coaxed the cock back to life. She took the length of it in her mouth and she kneeled over the man and lowered her pussy, brimming to the edge of her bright red lips with semen and her own come, into the man's face. Once again, he hesitated as if afraid to commit himself to so perverted an act in front of his friends. But then he dug into the bubbling cunt with a frenzy, relishing the taste of his own sperm as it gurgled down his throat He sucked her out and felt his cock beginning to grow inside of the mouth of the sexy young redhead that was working on it. What joy!
Mary too felt the prick swelling in her mouth. She loved the taste of the left over sperm that hung on his cock. She loved the taste of her own pussy and licked her own lubricant from off the hard on as the stranger drove it in and out of her mouth. She had never tasted sperm or cunt before and was anxious for more. She opened her mouth wide and guided the penis as it rammed into her. Once the cock entered the opening of her throat, and she gagged for a second. But the thought of the mushroom tipped cock fucking her throat really turned her on, and soon she was gasping with delight whenever the prick reached her throat opening. She played with the man's balls as she sucked. The sight of the hairy egg-shaped mounds jiggling before her was a real turn on! She had never realized before how much she loved to fuck and suck. The cock grew larger and larger inside of her. She was afraid that her teeth would scrape it as the thick prick scraped against them on the way to the back of her mouth hole. The smell of it filled her nostrils. She waited for the spasmodic eruptions that would signal the explosion of warm, sticky liquid that she was waiting for.
Mr. Stern held the camera inches away from Mary's lips as the prick was shoved in and out of her.
"Mmmmpfff!"
Mary felt herself coming but was unable to voice her satisfaction with the blood gorged penis rocking steadily in and out of her mouth. She continued to come as Mr, Doe licked the last remnants of his own sperm from her cunt, and as she did so she hummed contentedly.
"Nnnnmmmmhhhh! Nngggghhhhhh!"
The man's cock vibrated as she hummed, growing incredibly thick and large inside her already aching mouth. He had come only two minutes before, and although the pleasure was almost unbearable, it took a long time for his balls to fill with enough fluid to shoot. But the more Mary hummed, the faster Johnny pumped into her, and the larger his cock grew. Soon his thighs were shaking uncontrolably, his ass quivered, and his come began to shoot up from his balls in long, violent pumps as the girl hummed on his skin flute.
"Mmmmmmhhhhhh! Uunnnngggghhhh!!!!"
Mary's humming became squeals of delight as she felt the first warm squirt of jism flow into her mouth. The man drove his cock into her. He reached it inches down her throat and let loose a tremendous load of sticky, sour semen. He pulled it back to her lips and shot yet another load straight down the middle of her tongue. Mary rolled the fluid around her mouth, savoring the full bouquet of its taste.
She swallowed quickly as she felt the cock plunge back into her mouth with a "Smack!"
Again and again the man filled her to the brim with his sperm. She fought for breath as it trickled out of her mouth. She tried to push it away from her, but it kept on spurting into her until the man was doubled over on the bed in pain. His balls ached from being sucked dry and he rolled into a ball at the top of the bed. The two of them lay there exhausted and watched the action going on around them.
Lyn and Anita had already switched partners and continued to fuck for the benefit of the camera that followed their every move. Lyn was being humped doggy-style as she stuck her ass as far up into the air as it would go. Her head rested on the mattress of the bed, and she swung her hair wildly as the man relentlessly filled her blond pussy full of meat roll. He gripped her by the hips and pulled the girl against his groin each time he thrust into her. From time to time, he pulled completely out of her and hovered for a second above her asshole before plunging his huge, red prick between her legs and back into the warmth of her pussy. He reached all the way back as he pumped into her and slapped her harshly across her firm, white buttocks. Lyn squealed in delight as she felt his hand crashing against her flesh, and his prick storming into her vagina. The slapping continued, and the man got carried away. Lyn reached behind her with one hand and gripped the man's balls. He slapped her powerfully across her red cheeks, and she squeezed hard on his balls. The man screamed, but continued to pump. Lyn squeezed again, and in retaliation, the man pulled his cock out of her cunt and plunged it into her ass. The cock was big, but couldn't compare to the size of the cock on the man who had fucked Lyn's ass on the boat. She tensed for a moment as he entered her still sore ass, but the coating of come juice from her cunt eased him in and out of her ass with comfort and began to soothe her ravaged muscles. Soon she was squirming her ass into the man, urging him to let go and shoot his load up her ass. She longed to feel it seeping up inside her. She pleaded with him to fuck her, speaking in a phony stage voice towards the ceiling, hoping that her sexy voice would not be lost in the space that separated her from the ceiling, "I'm so horny, I want you to fuck me with your hard, hot cock. I'm so horny to be fucked. Fuck me, fuck me!"
Luckily, the man pumping his cock into her needed no urging. The sight of her naked quivering body underneath his, completely at his mercy, willing to do anything at all to satisfy him, really turned him on. He gazed at his aching cock each time it plunged out of her asshole amazed at how red and swollen it was. He looked at his friend and Anita fucking like mad on the next bed. He reached down under the chest of the blond girl at his mercy and squeezed her tits together. She loved it. She licked his fingers as he tweaked her helpless tits. He plunged into her ass again and again. It was so tight around his prick. So warm and smooth! Finally, he could hold back no longer. He felt his orgasm welling up from inside of himself. He reached down to the girl's cunt and stroked her clit until it was bulging up out of her blond cunt hairs like a swollen thumb. He stuck first one ringer and then another into her quivering cunt as he exploded into orgasm. The walls of her ass-hole seemed to close tighter around his cock as he pumped his load of sperm home. His cock blooped in and out of her shithole as she squirmed underneath him. She looked back over her rounded ass, wide eyed at the sight of his big, hot cock pumping into her tender hole. He continued to pump as she puckered her lips in satisfaction.
Anita was getting along nicely with her companion. She sat on his cock and danced above him, wiggling her tits into his face. She felt the cock reaching up far inside of her and thought of herself being filmed. She pictured her exploits on the screen of the neighborhood movie theater, and the thought of all those men sitting in the dark and jerking off wishing that they could have a crack at her perfect body made her nipples stand on edge and a shiver run down the back of her spine. She supported herself over the man by placing a hand on either side of his head. Her huge breasts hung down into his mouth as he struggled to fit both of her massive nipples into his mouth.
It was not an easy task!
Her nipples were swollen with lust. They covered the tops of her tits. The points of them stuck out two inches in front of her when she was excited, and she was excited now. The man sucked on the nipples like a little baby. He drew one into his mouth and felt it swell beneath all of his loving attention. They were the largest nipples it had ever been his pleasure to suck. As he kept one in his mouth, he twisted the other tit around trying to get the erect nipple on the edge of it into his mouth to keep the other one company. Anita squealed as she felt the second nipple being taken into his mouth.
The two nipples rubbed against each other in his mouth. He swirled them together contentedly, enjoying the soft, succulent taste of the pink flesh in his mouth. Anita was careful to always apply a liberal amount of tasty blush to her nipples before she left the house each morning, and she had applied a double portion when she heard that she was going to be in a movie. The man loved the dusky sweet taste and crooned in satisfaction, drawing the two nipples even further into his mouth.
Anita kept her cunt impaled on the tip of the man's cock. Only the tip of his long, thick prick was nestled between the softness of her twat lips. She inched down on his rod until, it was fully embedded into her love tunnel. She stopped after she had swallowed it all and let it pulsate within her causing the man to suck even harder on her erect nipples. Anita slowly scraped her vagina back up the man's shaft As he felt her tight, little pussy withdrawing itself, he pumped furiously upward with his hips, but to no avail, as Anita pulled her hips upward faster than he and left his cock shivering with cold in the air beneath her. He groaned loudly in frustration as he sucked, but Anita laid down the law to him:
"You want to fuck my pussy, honey, you got to let me set the pace. You understand, lover? You just lay back and relax and let me do the fucking. You move and I'll just take my cunt elsewhere, you understand?"
The man groaned his assent, and Lyn proceeded to envelop his cock with her wet, juicy cunt She felt the tip of his cock, swollen with pleasure, make its way through her cunt She slowly pulled her hips back again until the cock was out in the air and then repeated the process. The mushroom tip of the cock spread the lips of her cunt as it burrowed into her. She crooned to herself as she felt it She began to move a bit faster in the heat of the moment and had to make an effort to slow herself down. She stopped for a moment as the cock throbbed beneath her. She looked to her right and then to her left and saw that both of her friends were thoroughly occupied. She pulled her tits out of the lucky man's face and lowered her mouth onto the man's cock.
Anita had never willingly sucked on a cock before. She thought it was demeaning and unlady-like. But when she had been raped the other night on the stage, she found to her great surprise that she loved the taste of cock; she loved the feel of it in her mouth; she loved to spread her full, red lips around the head of the cock and suck it all into her mouth, and she did so now. The man almost came right there, and only some quick thinking on Anita's part saved the day. She gripped the cock around the base of the shaft when she felt the uncontrolable throbbing in her mouth and squeezed with all her might. The sperm fought to escape; the man writhed in helpless agony beneath her, but Anita was adament. She forced every drop of sperm back into the-man and went back to fucking.
Anita lowered her breasts into the man's mouth in order to placate him. He eagerly returned to her huge nipples and sucked away. She lowered herself onto his sore and bloated cock and hugged it with the walls of her vagina. She raised herself up again and nuzzled the angry red tip against the slit of her crotch. It felt good against her throbbing clit, and Anita sighed out her next order to her helpless victim:
"O K honey, now you can get your rocks off. I'm ready for you. But not inside of me. I want you to cover my tummy with come. Go ahead, honey, Ah know you can do it"
Anita spread the lips of her slit to allow him free acess to her clit. The man pumped against the dripping red flesh offered to his throbbing cock. He rubbed back and forth against her until waves of hot pleasure swept over Antita's body.
"Ooohhh, good, that's real fine, honey! Ohhhhhh!!"
Anita came again and again. Mr. Jones was ready to douse her firm tummy with jism. He arched his back and pressed his cock hard against her unbelievably smooth skin. She squealed as the first shot of come trickled up her skin. The man shot again, and the come reached her breasts this time. Anita gave a quick look to both sides and saw no one looking, She bent 'down quickly and took the rest of the come in her mouth. She grabbed his cock with both hands and sucked furiously, thirsty for the taste of sperm. The man felt himself shoot again and again. He thought he would never finish coming and wailed in pleasure at the relief of his pent up sperm bursting from his balls and shooting into the eager mouth of the beautiful girl.
"Arghhh! Suck it! Suck me off!!!"
His cries brought the attention of the whole cast. They stared in fascination as Anita finished sucking the last few precious drops from the cock in her mouth.
Anita blushed a deep red when she was finished. :She felt humiliated by her own passion for sperm, but she couldn't help sucking this cock in her mouth.
When they were all finished Mr. Stern put his camera down and called a close to the day's shooting.
"That was great!" he cried enthusiastically, "Why don't we take a break now and finish up later. All right crew?"
The men dragged themselves wearily to their feet and dressed quickly. Mr. Stern walked to the door with them, and bills changed hands. From what Mary could see, it appeared that the men paid Joe rather than the other way around. Suddenly she knew that the whole thing had been a fake. Mr. Stern had merely pretended to be filming their fuck session! He was really charging these business men for their afternoon lays just like any other pimp would!
CHAPTER FOUR
When Joe Stern got back to the girls he was beaming with satisfaction.
"Great! Just great!" he assured them, "You girls are naturals! Real pros! You act like you've been doing it all you're life! You know that!"
Lyn and Anita smiled contentedly, but Mary glared at him in anger, fully aware of the double meaning of his words. How could anyone be such a devious liar?
Mr. Stern told them to go out to get something to eat, and he would set up for the evening shooting. Mary was glad for the chance to let her friends in on the man's lies. As soon as they got past the door, she stopped them and told them what was on her mind. Lyn and Anita were indignant They decided to go right back in there and teach the man a lesson he wouldn't soon forget.
The girls stormed back into the warehouse and saw Joe's shape outlined against the back wall making a phone call. Apparently he was busy lining up some more customers for the three new girls who fucked like bunnies. The thought of it really burned them up, but they kept their tempers under control for the moment and advanced toward him smiling.
"Hey, what are you doing back so soon?" he asked as he slammed the phone back on the wall.
"Oh, we're not hungry, Joe," said Mary as seductively as possible. "We'd prefer to stick around here with you. That is, if you don't mind."
Mary stroked his thinning black hair as she spoke. Anita walked behind the man, put her arms around his neck and ran her tongue around the rim of his ear.
"Yeah, we'd rather stay with you, Joe," said Lyn as she led him by the hand toward the beds in the middle of the room, "Sit down and tell us all about tonight's schedule. What have you got planned for us tonight? Huh, Joe?"
The three girls crowded around him on the bed stroking his body and gazing fondly into his eyes. He fell for it
"Well, to begin with I thought we'd work in a bit with these dildoes." He reached under the bed and pulled out a whole box of different colored and different shaped dildoes. "Then, I'd thought we'd play around with a little bondage, you know? You girls liked to be tied up, while you fuck?"
Lyn fumbled with Joe's belt buckle while Mary pressed his head into her gorgeous boobs.
"Sure, Joe, we like anything you say. Don't we girls?" said Mary, "But what about you Joe, wouldn't you like to act too?"
"Nah, I'm the producer. I got to keep my mind on the work, you know?" he replied.
"Hey, I got a great idea," squealed Lyn as she finished pulling the man's hard on out into the open, "Why don't we try all this stuff out now, Joe? Let's have a rehearsal!"
The other two girls squealed their assent and completed stripping the clothes from off of Joe's body. They pushed him down on the bed. Anita lowered her succulent pussy into his mouth to keep him occupied. Lyn attacked his cock with her expert lips to keep his mind off of Mary who was busy tying the man to the bed. As he struggled underneath them, Lyn brought his cock, which was swollen from watching his actors all afternoon long without joining in the action himself, into a climax. She pulled his dong from her mouth and jerked it off with her hands, rubbing the saliva into his delicate skin as the man shot his sperm straight up into the air and kicked wildly on the bed. By that time Mary had finished tying the man to the bed.
Lyn and Anita got up to inspect the ropes. They tightened them carefully, making sure the man was completely motionless. Joe laughed when he saw what had happened. He struggled playfully against the bonds at first Then he felt how tight they were on his wrists and ankles.
"Hey! Hey! What's going on here? Let me loose. C'mon, you guys. A joke's a joke, but I gotta get back to work, you know?"
The girls stared down at him. Mary walked over to the camera. It was in the middle of her bed. She picked it up and returned to the man, spreadeagled on the middle bed. As he stared at her with fear beginning to filter into his eyes, she pried open the camera and shook it upside down over his head. It was empty. Joe began to laugh desperately. The girls joined him. They all laughed uproariously.
"Well, I'll be damned! You mean I forgot to put film in the camera? How stupid can you get? That's really stupid, huh?"
He looked from one pretty face to the other and cringed at the hardness he saw in their eyes. Mary was the first one to answer him:
"Where's the platinum, Joe?"
Lyn spoke next:
"Where's the money you got from those men, Joe?"
And then Anita: "You're fucked, Joe!"
Joe stared at them brazenly. Then he laughed contemptuously at them.
"What are you gonna do? Fuck me to death?"
"That's up to you, Joe," replied Mary.
But the man was stubborn; he had to be taught a lesson. The three girls rubbed his cock back to life. Joe grimaced at first, but soon was enjoying himself thoroughly. Anita humped him until he exploded into her. She crawled off his pecker and squatted over his mouth, just out of reach of his teeth. Lyn spread the lips of his mouth so that the juice trickled into his protesting mouth. Mary was busy stroking his limp rod into an erection. When it was ready, she jumped on top and humped like crazy. The cock hardened inside of her in minutes. Joe felt himself approaching his third orgasm in as many minutes and screamed in terror. He felt himself twitching as the fluid collected in his balls. He felt as though he was going to come with blood instead of sperm. As he came he screamed in agony and lust, pleading with these insane chicks to stop.
"The money from the Johns is in my wallet! In the back pocket of my pants, honest!"
The girls examined his pants and found the money. 'Four hundred and fifty dollars! Apparently they were pretty expensive hookers. :They pocketed the money and returned to work on the man. Mary untied one of his legs. They lifted his body up until there was room to try some of the exotic dildoes on Joe's own ass. He screamed at them.
"I swear the platinum ain't here! I swear on my mother! I gave it to somebody already! It ain't here! Aghhhhhhhh!!!"
His voice trailed off into a scream as the first huge dildo was shoved into his virgin ass. They fucked him with one dildo after another until he blurted out in agony that the platinum was in the desk drawer. They stopped for a few seconds while Mary ran over to verify his claim. It was all there, all right. They tied Joe's leg back to the bed and prepared to go.
"Hey! You can't leave me like this! The rats will get me! Let me loose!" he screamed in terror at the thought
"That's just what you deserve, you scum."
"Yeah. Maybe well sprinkle some sugar over your cock for the rats to nibble on. Would you like that, Joe?"
Joe's eyes bulged out of his head in horror as he listened for the sound of squeeks coming from beneath the layer of rubble spread all around him.
"Oh, relax, Joe. What kind of girls do you think we are anyway?" Mary reassured him after pausing a few moments for effect.
"Oh all right Let him up, but not now. Not while we're still here." Lyn added.
Finally, they arrived at a compromise. They would call one friend (that is, if a man like Joe had any friends). If he didn't come when they told him of Joe's situation, that was his tough luck. They placed the call and ran out the door laughing leaving Joe to struggle in the growing darkness.
The girls returned to the college in a boisterous mood. They each had made a hundred and fifty apiece just from allowing some men to fuck their twats. What could be a better way to make some spending money? Plus, they had discovered how much Lyn's treasure was worth.
"Why, if you could cash that stuff, Lyn, we could set up our own ... well you know, our own . .
"That's a great idea, Anita," Lyn replied, "If we had our own house, our own business, we could strike it rich. Look at how much those three guys paid to fuck us today. I bet we could really clean up if we went into business for ourselves."
Mary was silent, but soon she too was carried away with the idea:
"We could open one up on campus! That way we could fuck all guys our own age. We could hire girls from the college cheap!"
"Yeah. If we could only get rid of these stupid coins!" cried Lyn in exasperation.
All the talk came to nothing, however. They weren't about to try to go back downtown again. Joe Stern was probably waiting for them to step foot out of the campus before he could pounce on them and repay them for their kindness. They all giggled at the look on his face when they threatened to leave him for the rats, but they all secretly shivered at the thought of falling into his clutches. It was best to stay on campus for awhile!
The next day at Chemistry lab, a startling idea came to Mary. Why not smelt the platinum down themselves. They had all the equipment they needed right here on campus. And all the professional help they needed as well. All they had to do was be nice to the bright, young Chemistry Professor and he would probably bend over backwards to help them out Mary let her friends in on her brilliant idea at lunch. They were ecstatic. Lyn was in reality pretty friendly with the man already. 'She always tried to develop a relationship with bright, young professionals, especially if she was going to receive a grade from them at the end of the semester.
Professor Richardson was straight as a ramrod. "He was a health food nut and exercised every day to keep himself in shape. "A strong body is necessary for the proper cultivation of a strong mind," he was fond of telling his devoted graduate students. He usually made a point of jogging around the campus every morning before breakfast, and that suited them fine, as far as the girls were concerned. So the next morning they got up in the pre-dawn gloom and placed themselves at convenient spots around the path that surrounded the college. If one missed the man, the others would be sure to catch him. They obviously had no conception of the Professor's dedication to his exercise.
He came bounding out of his residence as the first golden rays of the sun filtered through the leaves of the trees. The air was fresh and cool; a perfect morning for jogging, he thought to himself. He turned the corner of his and made his way to the dirt path. He pumped one leg higher than the other, feeling the blood flow evenly through every cell of his healthy body. He leaped lightly over the blond girl that threw herself at him as he passed by the clump of bushes that she had been concealed in. He continued to run effortlessly as the girl picked herself up and chased after him for almost thirty yards before giving up and clutching at her heaving breast for breath.
As he drew abreast of the next clump of bushes another girl hurled herself out of the bushes and pleaded with him to stop.
"My friend, she's there in the bushes, I think she's dead, you better come quickly," she stammered breathlessly after the fleeing professor who neatly avoided her clutches and ran on into the morning air.
"There's not much I can do for her if she's dead, is there?" He called back cheerfully over his shoulder. He was surprised to see so much early morning activity on the campus. Apparently people were beginning to realize the importance of the old adage, "Early to bed, early to rise . .
The Professor was stopped abruptly in mid thought as Mary tackled him by the knees. He rolled over quickly, struggling to free himself and continue onwards. The girl hung on for dear life, determined that he would not get away from her. He looked around to see who his attacker was and was pleased to be greeted by Mary. one of his best Chemistry 11 students.
"Good morning, Professor. Beautiful morning, isn't it?"
Soon Mary had coaxed the innocent young man to accompany her into the bushes. She told him that she had bruised her hip while tackling him and asked him to take a look at it He was only too glad to be of assistance. As soon as they entered the sheltered clearing, Mary pulled off her shorts and panties. The Professor stared at her patch of red hair fascinated as the morning sunlight played across the tangle of short, kinky down. Mary brought his hand to her left hip and placed it firmly against her warm flesh. The Professor smiled faintly at the perfection of her white flesh. Veins of blue rippled through the softness of her skin, marble-like. He sighed as she pushed his hand down against the furry softness of her snatch.
"Oh," Mary cried in mock pain, "That's the spot right there. Will you rub it for me?"
The professor smiled and stroked the fleecy softness of her mound. He felt it moisten underneath his inexperienced touch.
"Mmmmmmm," Mary sighed as he ran his middle finger down the slice of her cunt, "That feels so much better, Professor. I don't know how I can ever repay you. Would you kiss it for me? Kiss it and make it better?"
The Profeesor hesitated for a moment and then bent to the task. He kissed her crotch tenderly, rubbing the sides of her silky thighs with the palms of his hands. At first he just kissed the top of her matted hair lightly. The smell of her boiling twat began to work its spell on him, and soon he could resist no longer. He ran his tongue down the sides of her inner thighs, licking up all the delicious juices that had leaked from her cunt. Mary sighed as she felt the tongue make its way toward her hole.
The Professor ran his tongue into the midst of Mary's red juicy cunt He felt her moisture oozing onto his tongue and swallowed happily, sure that this was one fruit juice that was good for every cell in his body. He ran his tongue up her slit and played with the funny little nodule that swelled under the probing of his tongue. As he did so, he felt the beautiful young girl stand on her tip toes and spread the lips of her slit with her hands to offer him more of her glorious snatch. He continued to lick her. She fell to the ground after awhile and motioned him to continue. She wrapped her two golden thighs around his head and muffled every sound except for that of his tongue sloshing up her cunt juice. She didn't want anything to distract the young man. Soon he reached his hands underneath her. He grabbed hold of her ass and pushed her cunt harder against his mouth. He thrust his tongue into her like a small but pliant cock and drove her into a tremendous orgasm. He felt a huge rush of liquid filling the hole under his eager lips and had to swallow fast to keep up with the overflow. Her cunt-walls spasmed around his tongue.
After the flood subsided Mary pulled him up to her and covered his face with grateful kisses. She reached her hand down to the crotch of his red, white, and blue sweat suit, and he blushed furiously. She kissed him deeply on the mouth and played with the excess drops of come juice that clung to his teeth and gums. He loved it Suddenly, she yanked his pants down to his knees. His cock flopped onto the grass with a "Whack!" She stared at it in open mouth amazement
"Why, Professor Richardson, I had no idea!" she said simply as she hefted the massive organ in both of her hands. She leaned down to kiss it and cooed in baby talk as she did so:
"Ohh, the poor little pee-pee is all hot and bothered, isn't it? Would the big, strong man like the ittsy, bittsy girl to help him cool his pee-pee off?"
The Professor looked at her desperately, not knowing what to do next Mary helped him out She threw him on his back and hopped on top of him. Her firm, young cunt swallowed his tremendous monster with a gulp. Mary was putting on a bit for the Professor's sake up until this point She had come, but not half as strongly as her screams had indicated. Now, when she felt the huge cock filling her, she lost all interest in acting and threw herself into the fuck with gusto. "Mmmmmmmmm."
She started slowly, glad that this huge cock inside of her was being controlled by an inexperienced young man like Professor Richardson. In the hands of the wrong man, a cock like this one could be a dangerous weapon, she thought to herself as she rocked back and forth on it The cock filled her completely. Tt bulged against the aching muscles of her vagina until they were sore as hell. Still, she kept on jumping up and down on the young man pinioned below her. Mercifully, Professor Richardson did not know at first that he was suppossed to meet her movements with humps of his own. He contented himself with her smooth, white breasts.
Mary was wearing a sweater top in the cool morning. He pulled the sweater up over her head to get a good eyeful of her gorgeous tits as they danced up and down in front of him. He pulled the bra down and fingered her rosy nipples when they appeared over the top of her bra. He could tell he was doing the right thing by the expression on Mary's face. She pulled the bra from her back and let him have free access to her round, full breasts.
"Why don't you be a good little boy and suck them for me? Go ahead, I want you to. Suck my nipples."
Mary didn't need to prompt the young man more than once. He tweaked each nipple once for luck. He raised himself on his elbows, taking care to keep his enormous cock buried deep inside of the girl's cunt He buried his head in the depths of her crevice, sucking, biting, and licking her into a frenzy as she rocked on his huge prick.
"Oh, that's real good. Now take the nips in your mouth and bite them lightly."
He did as he was ordered and soon had his teacher writhing in pleasure. She pushed her swollen tits into his face and squirmed down harder onto his penis. Then the innocent young professor began to ad-lib.
He pushed the girl away from him, but kept her impaled on his pecker. She gasped as he pushed her backwards. She thought that the cock would rip her apart; it was that deep. Then he began to pump himself into her as he held her body away from his by her elbows. She squealed as the swollen tube of flesh crashed into her dripping pussy, sending a shower of her come juice spraying onto their thighs with each pump.
He leered at her lasciviously.
"How do you like that? Is that good? Am I a good student? Would you like some more?" he asked her again and again as he plunged his cock into her with his muscular hips.
She felt like she was being fucked by a pile driver as he humped her steadily. He took a deep breath with each thrust of his cock. His eyes were fixed on her two swollen tits as they bounced uncontrollably before him. Mary felt the cock swelling inside of her. She didn't know if she could handle it, if it grew any bigger, but she was determined to try her best!
Within seconds, Mary's eyes glazed as she slipped into the beginning of a tremendous orgasm. She felt like a cowgirl on a bucking bronco as he banged away at her hairy, red cunt As she started to come she felt his cock twitching inside of her. She felt the sperm gushing into her and came in huge, racking groans:
Professor Richardson came silently, as if he were meditating. Mary marvelled at his control as she felt the sperm gushing out of his penis. He sat in a lotus position holding the quaking mound of gorgeous flesh fastened to his body by his cock. He concentrated on the feeling of the warm pussy flesh envelloping his manhood He traveled with his sperm as it flowed out of his body and into that of the girl's. When he finished, he lifted the girl off of him and placed her naked body effortlessly next to him on the grass. Then he spread himself out beside her. He kissed her softly around the smoothness of her face. He stroked the sweaty hair back from her brow. Anita and Lyn crashed into the clearing and almost stumbled across the two bodies on the grass before they realized they were there.
"Well, ril be a son of a bitch," cried Anita in exasperation, "here they are!"
Lyn threw herself across the two of them unable to talk as she gasped for breath. Anita stood over them and stared daggers at Mary.
"Well," she said at last, "did you ... did you?"
Mary smiled contentedly as the come dribbled down her thighs. She felt like she had just been ravished by a horse. She nodded her head at Anita. Anita, however, had noticed the projection hanging between the innocent young professors legs. It was beginning to wilt, but even so, it was bigger than anything she had ever seen. And she had seen a lot!
"Oh my fucking god," she said, "Oh my god!"
Professor Richardson seemed in a trance. He lay next to Mary and fondled her lovingly. He had just lost his virginity and was still in shock. Anita threw herself down on the ground for a closer inspection of the monstrous cock hanging down from the young man's body. She leaned over his firm, hard, muscular ass, and took the cock in her hands. It sprang to life almost immediately. Lyn was still standing hunched over trying to catch her breath. She turned around finally to speak and saw it
"Holy shit, holy fucking shit!"
The cock was fully erect now. Lyn and Anita turned the stunned man over on his back and took turns riding on his flagpole. They fought for the right to fuck him, as he lay passively underneath them. Anita, always on the alert, was able to mount him first She gained the jump on Lyn because she-did not have to rip off her panties. Her cunt had started flowing with pussy juice as soon as she seen the massive cock, and she was able to slide right onto it without any problem. Once on it however, she had to fight for the right to remain there. Lyn pushed her off and threw herself frantically on the hard on. It filled her quickly and fully. She groaned in ecstasy as she felt it expand the walls of her cunt She rocked steadily on the stony faced young professor.
Anita pulled her off and the cock stood bobbing in the breezes for a moment as the two girls fought to see who would mount it next. The Professor seemed to wake up suddenly, just as Anita struggled onto his erection for the second time. Without a word, he threw the girl on her back and humped into her with his battering ram. She cried in terror as she felt the suddenly awakened man plow into her. She thought he would shove the cock through her vagina, through her womb, through her stomach, and up her throat It was that big!
Soon her adaptable cunt got used to even the Professor's cock, and she was able to parry his thrusts with her own. He humped her until he felt the tell-tale quivering in her vagina that signalled the beginning of her orgasm. He listened with a workman-like satisfaction to her love screams, and then hopped off of her to service the next girl.
Lyn was clawing at the back of the behemoth all during the fucking session, so he did not have far to look. She was afraid that he would waste the hard on and shoot off in Anita. When she felt him spring to his feet and saw the cock plunging into her tiny, little cunt hole, she began to have second thoughts. But by then it was too late to back out.
The Professor fucked Lyn senseless, and then allowed her the privilege of being the recipient of his second load of sperm for the day. Lyn squealed as she felt the floodgates open, and the gallons of sperm flowed into her. She ran her sharp claws over the hairy, muscular back of the Professor and came again and again as she felt the man burrowing into her.
When they were finished the Professor sprang to his feet, pulled his sweatsuit up, and ran off without saying another word, as if he, and not the girls had planned the whole thing! The girls lay scattered over the grass, contented, sperm filled and exhausted. They had never been fucked so hard in their lives. To think that this stud had been their's for the asking all along! They each resolved to make frequent use of his ample resources from then on.
It was not until they returned to their rooms, showered, and finished a leisurely breakfast that they remembered with a start that they had forgotten to enlist his aid!
CHAPTER FIVE
The day passed quickly and still the three girls had not come up with a plan to cash in on Lyn's platinum coins. When the girls returned to their rooms that night after supper they received quite a shock; a shock that convinced them they had better act quickly if they wanted to turn the useless artifacts in Lyn's purse to cold, hard cash.
Mary was the first to discover that there had been an intruder in her room that very day. Scrawled across the mirror on her dresser were the following words, scrawled sloppily on the glass with what appeared to be a shade of her own lipstick:
"YOU'RE FUCKED! J. S."
She ran out into the hall and almost bumped into Lyn and Anita who had made the same discovery on their own mirrors.
"What are we gonna do?"
"How did he get in here?"
"I'm scared!"
The three girls all talked at once. They decided then and there to take a leave of absence from college until things blew over. But they had to think of more immediate concerns as well, like staying alive! After much haggling, they decide to take a trip. They each had some money put aside for a rainy day, and that together with their earnings from the previous afternoon, was enough to get them far, far away.
Not wishing to attract attention, they decided to go as they were, without any luggage. The only problem was getting to the airport. Visions of an angry Joe Stern waiting for them with a cast-iron dildo danced in their heads whenever they thought of leaving the campus. But now that they knew that he had access to their rooms, it would be foolish to delay a moment longer.
The girls went in a group to call on Professor Richardson, the dedicated and well hung Chemistry teacher who had serviced them that very morning. Perhaps he could arrange transportation for them to the airport They ran across the campus, cringing at every little noise and shivering in dread whenever they saw a man approach them. When they got to the Professor's door, they barged straight in without knocking. The Professor was sprawled in the middle of his living room floor doing Yoga exercises. He jumped when they burst in, but when he saw it was his new found friends from the morning, he smiled and returned to his exercises.
The girls explained their situation to him and he agreed to drive them to the airport, for a price of course. The girls giggled as he hinted at what he expected from them in return. They were only too glad to oblige him; maybe it would get their mind off their own problem. The Professor excused himself and left the room. While they waited, the girls undressed and made themselves at home. The muscular young man returned a few seconds later with a huge bottle of wine. He placed the bottle on the floor in front of him and knelt next to it
"Where's the glasses?" Mary asked him, sensing that something was up.
The Professor smiled sheepishly, too embarrassed to tell the voluptuous young things in front of him what he had on his mind.
"Uhf, I thought we wouldn't use glasses. I thought it would be more fun if we...."
The man's voice trailed off into silence. He hung his head and looked at the bottle wistfully. Mary couldn't believe that such a cock heavy stud would be reticent about anything having to do with sex. She guessed that he had devoted his life so far entirely to science, and had never given his sex drives a chance to develop properly. 'She tried to anticipate his actions and strode purposefully over to the long necked bottle. She was naked, and as the man watched she crouched over the bottle and squatted down on the green, glass neck. She wasn't properly lubricated, and it was difficult getting the bottle into her cunt, but she hoped that the Professor would appreciate her efforts.
"Is this what you had in mind?" she asked him sweetly as rose up and down on the bottle, rubbing her tits with the palms of her hands.
"Well, to tell you the truth, no." She stopped and stared at the man, suddenly feeling a bit foolish perched on the bottle. "No! Well what the hell do you want?"
Finally he blurted out that he had always dreamed of drinking wine from a girl's pussy. The thought of it drove him wild, but he was afraid that they'd think he was a pervert and leave if he told them the truth. Now he saw that they were willing to help them.
The girls readily acquiesced and threw themselves on the carpet, breathless in anticipation.
The Professor went first to Lyn. Her blond cunt attracted his eye. It looked delicious and he couldn't wait to fill it to the brim with the sweet, purple wine. She had to arch her hips up into the air to keep all the wine from spilling out. He plunged the neck of the bottle into her cunt and tilted the liquid into her. Lyn giggled at the tickling sensation coming from between her legs. She felt herself fill with the wine. The man drew the bottle out and threw himself onto the girl's muff to sop up the wine dribbling from her lips. He covered her vagina with his mouth and sucked furiously. The suction created a vacuum effect and the wine poured into his mouth. Lyn writhed underneath him. After licking her dry, he advanced to Anita and repeated the process. He discovered that each girl had a different taste. When he got to Mary, he was. a little tipsy. He spilled the stuff all over her body and began to lick it all off of her. Mary shivered at the touch of his massive tongue and reached desperately for the menacing bulge between his legs, but the Professor avoided her touch and continued to lap contentedly at the lower half of her body.
He turned the squirming girl on her stomach and rammed the bottle into her ass. She jumped for a minute and then relaxed as she felt his tongue work its way into her ass, sucking away at the wine he had poured into her hole. Lyn reached over for the bottle and splashed a good portion of the dark liquid all over her body. She rubbed it in good and crawled over to the wobbly Professor, rubbing her naked flesh against him. She was sure that he couldn't feel the full effect of her soft, lubricated flesh to its best effect under his protective layer of clothing, so she began to rip the clothes from his body. The Professor was by this time in no condition to resist.
Lyn stripped him to the bone and reached after his massive cock licking her red, thick lips in anticipation. She humped her wet mound of pussy against his hairy ass and pushed her hand underneath him to finger his tool. It was bigger than ever! Lyn picked up the bottle and poured wine all over his ass. She licked it off and poured some more on. This time she splashed some between his legs. It dripped down to his balls covering them with the sticky sweet drink. She burrowed into the back of his thighs and began to lick the flip side of his balls. They were mighty big, but Lyn felt up to the task. She pushed her hand underneath his stomach to feel around for his cock as she worked on his gonads.
The professor was pushing his tongue and fingers into Mary's cunt from behind. He loved the taste of her cunt the best As Mary lay on her stomach feeling the man's tongue working in and out of her cunt, Anita rose to join the action. She picked up the wine bottle and sat down right in front of Mary's face. As her friend watched she hoisted her hips in the air and filled her cunt with delicious red wine. Then she inched forward to Mary's lips, beckoning her to drink deeply from her fleshly goblet of wine.
Mary couldn't believe her eyes. She had had her eyes on Anita for a long time, but still she wouldn't have dreamed of making an improper advance to this girl who tried so hard to project a lady like image of herself to the world. And she was shoving her gorgeous twat right into her face. But Anita still played hard to get She remained inches away from Mary's lips and so permitted her friend only to dip the tip of her tongue into her hot, red cunt Mary tried to inch forward to delve deeper into Anita's hole, but the powerful young Professor had her gripped firmly by the hips and would not permit her to escape from his wine soaked tongue. With a superhuman effort, howver, Mary was able to hunoh forward and burrow her face into Anita. The Professor was momentarily frustrated when the sweet, dripping pussy pulled out of his grasp, but he soon found a way to rectify the situation.
He crawled after Mary on his knees, dragging Lyn with him. She held firmly to his long, thick cock and sucked on his balls as she went Still on his knees, the Professor pulled Mary to hers. He pulled his hips back for a brief second and plunged his dong into her. Mary felt the cock driving into her and gasped in surprise. She still could not believe how big it was. Her smooth cunt lips were spread to the limit as she desperately tried to contain the horse-like penis inside of her. Lyn continued to suck on the bouncing balls of the man as he fucked Mary. Anita poured splashes of wine over her cunt and Mary licked it up as it ran in streams over her clitoris. Lyn stuck her head under the man's cock as it pumped in and out of her friends twat She hung on to the man's thighs and licked at the cock as it emerged from between the swollen lips of her friend. She tasted the wine, the pussy juice, and the penis itself. Once the head, mushroom capped and blood gorged, made a brief appearance.
Lyn tried to envelop the huge tip with her mouth, but it was no good. The cock was too big, and the Professor was too excited to pause in his furious fucking. Lyn continued to lick and suck the cock as it plunged in and out of Mary's distended vagina. As she watched she saw the pussy began to shiver. She switched her attentions to the red lips above her, and Lyn moaned as she felt the tongue trying to crowd itself into her already stuffed hole.
Just as Lyn was getting into Mary's pussy she noticed that the huge cock was beginning to get swollen and redder. She could feel the heat build as the two organs right in front of her face worked their way to a climax. She rubbed the balls to help them free the load of sperm, hoping that there would be enough left over to slake her thirst The cock grew and grew; it began to throb uncontrollably as the semen made its way into the shaft.
The Professor pumped faster and faster as he approached climax. Mary began to come as soon as she felt the first gush of come squirt into her. Anita saw the looks of lust that swept across the couple fucking in front of her and came all over Mary's face. Lyn continued to suck at the cock and cunt, hanging down from the man's thighs and squealing in glee. The first gush of come was swallowed up by the greedy cunt The second spurt also. But after the third, the drops of clear, warm jism dripped from the bottom of the cunt as the cock rocked in and out. Lyn lapped it up and pleaded for more. She rubbed her thighs together furiously. She had never been more excited in her life!
The Professor finished pumping his load and withdrew his monster from between the girl's legs, spilling excess sperm all over Lyn's face. Lyn was now able to fit the fast wilting, but still tremendous, cock into her mouth. She stuffed it in greedily and came instantly as he tasted the fresh sperm oozing from the crack. Her cries filled the air as the other three lust gorged sex maniacs lay exhausted.
"Mmmmmmpppffhhh! Uuuggghhhh! Nnnngggghhh!"
She came again and again, stuffing the flacid penis inside of her lips and rubbing her thighs together furiously. She thought back to her childhood as she came, remembring that she had masturbated frequently by rubbing her meaty thighs back and forth until she came. Soon she exhausted herself and lay back to join the other three.
The Professor was fast asleep! He had drunk almost a quart of the potent wine and now was sprawled senseless across the floor.
"Oh great, now he'll never be able to drive us to the airport," one of the girls moaned.
They tried to revive him, but the Professor was obviously out for the night. It looked like they would have to spend the night with him. Hopefully, Mr. Stern would not discover their whereabouts. The girls explored the Professor's house. They wanted to know where every exit and entrance was so that they would be prepared if Joe Stern made an appearance.
The night passed peacefully, however. The morning was bright and cheerful, and with the dawn Joe's shadow seemed to dissipate into thin air. They all slept on the floor of the living room, and when the girls awakened they were momentarily stunned to discover that the Professor had disappeared. They searched the house fearfully, growing increasingly upset as they moved from room to empty room. They returned to the living room and began to dress as quickly as they could when they heard the front door open.
They froze in their tracks as the sounds of footsteps drew near them! The Professor jogged into the room and greeted them cheerfully. Anita began to sob as she felt the pent up tension drain from her body. Mary picked up a cushion from the sofa and hurled at the man. He stared at them with a look of surprised hurt on his face, like a little child, and stormed out of the room. But the incident convinced the girls that they really needed a vacation. "After soothing the pouting giant, they insisted that he fufill his part of the bargain by driving them to the airport.
"Why? Where are you going?" he asked innocently.
"Don't you remember? We told you all about it last night"
The girls rehashed the whole story as Professor Richardson listened fascinated.
"But why do you want to melt the coins down? Don't you realize that they're worth a lot more in their original form?" he asked them when they had finished.
"What does it matter what they're worth, if we can't get rid of them?"
"Yeah, if we tried to sell them now, we'd be arrested immediately."
Anita didn't reply. She was still crying on the sofa. The Professor told them of a friend of his that ran a special "service" in London. For a nominal fee, he would dispose of such "trinkets" as the girls had in their possession. If they could sell them in their original form, they would probably be rich!
The girl were overjoyed to hear the Professor volunteering his information. They each hoped that he would join them in their adventures. He and his mammoth tool would be a welcome addition to any trip! The Professor put the worth of the antique coins at over the million dollar mark. : His eyes lit with excitement as he thought about that tremedous sum of money. The girls' eyes lit with excitement as they saw that he was getting more and more interested in their problem.
Mary called a conference and the girls ran into the hall to discuss what was on all of their minds. The Professor was still meditating on the worth of the coins as they returned to the room.
"Congratulations, Professor Richardson, you're in!"
"We've decided to make you a full partner in our business venture!"
"That is if you're willing!"
The three girls shouted as they returned to the room. The Professor hesitated for a moment as if turning the offer over in his mind. He was a dedicated man and devoted to his science, but the lure of a million dollars as well as the thought of having these three voluptuous playthings at his beck and call was too much. He sprang from the couch in excitement and swept the girls into his arms. They consumated the new partnership with a quick fuck and were on their way.
Bill drove the girls to the airport. He let them off at the reservation desk and went to park the car while they bought tickets for the flight to London. As it just so happened, they were just in time. The girls waited in the main lobby for Bill ( the Professor's first name), and when he returned they boarded the 747 that would take them across the Atlantic and, hopefully, to their fortune.
They took seats in the second class section in an effort to save their funds for the stay in London. There was no telling how long it would take for Bill's friend to complete the deal, and after that they would be able to travel first class for the rest of their lives. They were excited at first in the jet Mary sat next to Bill, and the other two girls sat right behind them. As the day wore on, the excitement dies away. When they arrived in London, they were tired and cold. The four of them waited with a huge mob of people at the passport station. It was cold in London, almost thirty degrees colder than it had been in the States, and the girls shivered as they waited. Lyn was the first to go to the passport booth. She threw her green booklet on the counter. A young, dour looking man examined it thoroughly, stamped it, and motioned her on. Mary went next, and then Anita.
Anita sauntered up to the booth and stood waiting as the man shuffled papers violently on the counter.
"Passport please," he shouted at her as tonelessly as possible.
Anita had not understood what he said. She stood looking at him attentively, waiting for him to repeat himself.
"Passport, Madame, if you please!" he repeated if anything even more tonelessly than before.
Anita smiled and rubbed her arms trying to coax the goosebumps back into her skin.
"Passport!" Anita stood immobile. She could not understand the man and had decided that he was not talking to her. The man leaned over his counter, fixed his eyes on her, and screamed very loudly in the same toneless voice:
"Do you have a passport, Madame?"
"You talking to me, honey?" Anita replied at last
"I most certainly am. Do you or don't you have a passport, madame?"
"A what?" replied Anita innocently. She had no idea what he was talking about She decided at last that he was asking her for money. Perhaps they charged admission to enter the country, she thought vacantly. She reached into her pocket and withdrew a hundred dollar bill.
"How much is it to pass the port?" she asked him.
The man looked her over carefully, and then blew a loud, piercing whistle that hung around his neck. Instantly, three uniformed Bobbies raced to his booth and grabbed Anita. Bill rushed to the rescue. Mary and Lyn rushed as well The three Bobbies tugged at one of Anita's delicate white arms while her three friends tugged at the other. She was sobbing uncontrolably, totally confused and fearing that she would soon be ripped to pieces. Finally, however, peace was restored. Mary realized that it would not be convenient to be detained overnight in a London jail cell with over a million dollars in stolen goods in Lyn's handbag.
Anita was broken hearted, but she would either have to remain in custody until her passport could be produced or return to the States immediately. The thought of returning to the land of the free and the home of Joe Stern alone and unprotected did not especially appeal to Anita so she chose the jail cell. Her three friends assured her that they would arrange for her passport to be sent from her home and would have her released immediately if not sooner. Anita had no passport at home or otherwise, but she understood that her friends would do their best to buy one for her on the blackmarket and assented quickly to their proposal. She was led away by the Bobbies like a common criminal and deposited in an old and very dirty "Paddy Wagon" to be taken to wherever it is that they take illegal aliens that are discovered trying to enter England.
Luckily, the police wagon was empty, but as Anita thought of the company she was sure to have when she reached her destination she shuddered. Much to her surprise, however, she was not shoved into a filthy cell when she got to Scotland Yard. Instead she was ushered into a warm and lavish office and told very politely to wait.
Ten minutes later a very distinguished looking man entered the office. He was young and fair; he appeared eager to clear up this distasteful situation and Anita fell for him at once. He sat on the edge of his desk and addressed her in the politest terms:
"Allow me to apoligize for this disgraceful inconvenience, Miss ... uh, Miss...."
"Why you can just call me Anita if you like, honey."
Anita smiled at the man appreiciatively. It was so nice to meet such a considerate man after all those dopes at the airport She noticed his eyes sweeping furtively over her lily-white thighs and hitched her skirt up higher for him. A look of shock came over the man's face when he saw her majestic cunt peering at him from underneath the hem of her short, short skirt He blushed, coughed, and got up to walk to the window to continue the conversation. Anita knew that he was just trying to be polite, but she didn't mind him looking at her snatch at all. As a matter-of-fact, she enjoyed it She could tell by the way he was walking that he enjoyed looking at her furry box as well; he walked bow legged, and Anita could see the outline of a bulging hard on under the crotch of his pants. When he turned around to walk to the window, she seized the opportunity to pull her skirt up further and reveal the entire triangle of her dark brown pubic hair. She spread her legs apart and leaned back further into the couch to give him a better view of her magnificant twat The man turned to speak, but upon seeing her throbbing pussy, he apparently thought better of it and remained silent.
Anita felt the tension thicken as the period of silence increased and the man kept his eyes trained on her crotch. She thought he was going to spring across the room at any moment, but she was wrong. The man was English and a dedicated civil servant; it would take more than a gorgeous hunk of pussy to ruffle his icy composure.
The man retreated to the safety of his desk. Anita smiled and scratched idly at an imaginary itch on her left thigh. She continued to scratch as the man desperately tried to keep the conversation going. But as he talked, his eyes remained trained upon Anita's hand as it moved closer and closer to her pussy:
"As I was saying, uh, Anita, uh, I must apologize for the thigh, I mean inconvenience, but it's impossible to enter Great Britain without a pass....":
The man's attempt to preserve an air of composure died in mid-sentence as Anita suddenly discovered that the annoying itch had spread to her cunt slit She drew her finger up and down the slit of her crotch, feeling herself moisten under the gaze of the Englishman. Soon her finger slipped into her vagina. She began to rock back and forth on the couch, meeting the thrusts of her hand with those of her hips. She kept her eyes trained on the man behind the desk. He was staring at her activity with interest She realized by a few furtive movements from behind the desk that the man probably had an annoying itch of his own. She saw his hands move under the desk and heard the tell tale "Zip" of the pants. She knew that he was really turned on by the sight of her quivering deliciously in front of him. She wished that he would work up enough nerve to bring the situation out into the open, but could see that it was up to her to move things along.
Anita got up and moved toward the man's desk. She kept her skirt hoisted in the air so that she would keep the man's attention riveted to her groin. The man stared at the cunt swaying in his direction. Anita walked to the desk and sat on the corner nearest to the man. She ran her fingers into her cunt and leaned over to see if her guess had been correct. Sure enough, there was the man's erect cock being vigorously massaged by his two pale hands. Anita stood up and faced the corner of the desk. She, lowered her hips over it and began to rub against the formica covered wood of the desk. Soon the edge of the desk was sopping wet Beads of sweat stood out on the man's brow, but still he made no indication that he planned to do anything about the situation. As he watched Anita stood up and began unbuttoning her blouse. She did it slowly and he watched in awe as he saw her huge knockers stuffed into a skimpy bra underneath her gauzy blouse. She removed the blouse and threw it onto the couch. It landed short and fluttered to the ground in front of the plush sofa. She reached behind her back and undid the hooks of her bra. She pulled it off and dropped it into the man's lap. All movement had stopped as she stood in front of him, hands on hips, breasts thrust forward, and waited.
His hands stopped moving over his erection.
And finally, he groped upward, reaching for her big, beautiful breasts, but she slapped his hand away and continued to smile at him.
Very deliberately Anita slinked across his desk. She sprawled her body out in front of his delirious eyes. She reached out to touch his cock as he sat soaking up the voluptuousness of her body. Anita began to stroke his blazing red hard on. It felt as though he were ready to shoot his load any minute now. He leaned his head down into her enormous breasts and ran his tongue lightly over her nipples. She allowed him to do it, but let go of his cock fearing to bring him to climax so soon. The man ran his head down her stomach after licking her nipples to life. Anita struggled underneath him, pretending to try to repulse his advances.
"No, please, don't, don't," she pleaded softly with him knowing that the more she tried to discourage him the hotter he would become. The man advanced to her cunt and went straight for her clit. His tongue rubbed and pressed into it driving Anita into ecstasy.
"No, I don't want you to, please stop, you shouldn't, you ... Ooooohhhhhh! UUUUUhhhhhhh!!"
Anita's protests faded right into an orgasmic groan under the touch of the man's tongue. After he had finished the man climbed on top of the desk and mounted the girl. His cock slid home and he began to plunge it into her. The girl's cunt was well juiced, ft was set squarely on the cold hard table. He thrusted his meat into her again and again. She was unable to escape the throbbing cock and gave herself up to the feeling of the fuck. The man climaxed in long, sweet spurts and collapsed over the girl. He was still fully clothed in his three piece suit; only his erection stuck out from the fly of his pants. Anita discovered that she loved the feel of the fabric against her near naked skin. She resolved to try it more often.
Minutes later the man jumped to his feet and shoved the remains of his hard on back into his pants. Anita lay ravaged on the desk, thoroughly satisfied by his loving. As she got dressed Mr. Andrews shyly introduced himself and begged her company at dinner that night She reminded him of her status, but he just winked confidentially in reply.
"Surely, Anita, you are aware that rules are made to be broken? I'm sure we could arrange something, that is, if you want to go?"
Mr. Andrews broke off confusedly. He was suddenly embarrassed, thinking that perhaps the girl was merely trying to politely refuse his company.
Anita quickly assured him that she would be overjoyed to have dinner with him. The only reason she had raised the objection was that she wanted to make sure that she wasn't forcing him to repay him for that wonderful tongue lashing that he had just given her. Mr. Andrews swelled with pride and left promising to return in a few minutes after making the necessary arrangements.
Anita spent the time examining the room. She thought briefly of trying to phone her friends, but thought better of it She had no idea of where they were staying, and even if she did know, there was a good chance that the phone would be monitored. Mr. Andrews returned as promised and wisked her off to his favorite restaurant
CHAPTER SIX
Lyn, Mary, and Bill checked into a swanky hotel in the business district of the city. They though it best to share one large room to cut down on expenses and to keep each other company. The desk clerk raised his eyebrows at their request, but after Bill slipped him a few pounds, he decided that their request was not really as unusual as it had first sounded. As he glanced at the size of his tip, he remarked that he was not even surprised that they had no luggage.
"Perfectly understandable," he muttered to no one in particular, "perfectly understandable."
The threesome made their way to the room, but unfortunately had no time for settling into their new digs. Bill was anxious to get to his friend's pub before closing time. The girls were a little taken aback to learn that the man conducted his business in a bar, but followed along with Bill anxious to conclude their business deal and get their hands on the million dollars.
The name of the pub was the "Unicorn;" :It was in a seedy section of the city, near the docks. The two girls grew increasingly sceptical as they drew near the pub in their taxi. They saw that the neighborhood was not exactly the type in which a world renowned coin dealer would do business, and they began to question their decision to let Bill take over the arrangements.
The cabby let them off in front of a very old and run down pub. There was a huge sign hanging in front of the building, ft was dark and the paint on the sign was faded and peeling, but Bill assured them that it was a Unicorn. The fog seemed to envelop the city. They were glad that they had stopped to buy suitable clothing for the cool London weather before checking into the hotel. In keeping with the general atmosphere of their mission they had each purchased a thick and long trenchcoat and floppy wide brimmed hats. The salesman convinced them that everyone in London dressed like that, but they felt rather foolish as they paraded into the crowded pub in their new "spy clothes.": Apparently the people in the pub did not know that everyone in London wore dark trench coats and wide brimmed hats. Or perhaps they dressed the way they did out of sheer perversity. In any case, they were dressed remarably like the people did in the states: in a variety of styles and colors.
The three of them made their way to the back room of the smoky pub. Bill looked about him eagerly craning to catch a glimpse of his friend. Lyn and Mary had temporarily lost interest in Bill's friend. They were still a bit grooggy from the trip over, and in the distinctive atmosphere of the pub, they realized for the first time that day that they were in a foreign country. Bill squuezed up to the bar and they followed. He ordered three pints of Bitter and paid for them with the strange, oversized pound notes. The beer was cool and delicious. For a second they were half afraid to try it.
Mary was expecting it to be warm or perhaps even hot. Lyn wrinkled her face as she heard Bill order a pint of "Bitter" for her. She expected the beer to taste like vinegar; but it didn't They drank the dark, nut flavored beer at a back table as Bill circulated trying to find his elusive friend. They had just finished their pints when Bill suddenly reappeared at then-table and motioned them into the front room over the noise of the crowded pub.
They passed through the front room and followed Bill back to the fog covered streets. He explained that Rosco was reported to be at a nightclub in the center of the city. Apparently he had risen in the world since Bill had last seen him. There were no cabs to be had, so they walked through the dark, quiet strrets on their way to the nearest underground station. It was getting near closing time and Bill was beginning to get a little desperate. He wanted to dispose of the coins as quickly as possible. They stumbled across a bike sprawled across the narrow side walk in the fog, outside of another quiet pub.
"Oh Hell! We'll never make it on time. Listen, I'm going to borrow this guy's bike. When he comes out of the pub, you keep him quiet until I get back, OK?"
He jumped on the bike and took off leaving the two girls standing in the road behind him.
They waited outside the pub for a few moments, and then they both got the same idea. They quickly rehearsed a story, and then ran into the pub screaming:
"Quick! Someone just stole the bike outside. He knocked us over! You better hurry, he's getting away!"
The girls stood aside as the crowd rushed out the door after the culprit They leisurely walked up to the bar and ordered more Bitter. Then they selected the best seats in the house and waited for the mob to return.
The man who owned the bike was broken hearted, and both the girls felt sorry for him. They knew though that Bill would be returning it later that night and they consoled the man as best they could. Within a few minutes the incident was forgotten as the crowd turned their attention to a more serious business: drinking. The girls were soon joined by two charming English youths, and the night passed in a whirl of beer and boisterous humor.
At ten o'clock on the dot, the bar emptied into the streets. Lyn and Mary stood in the street for a while and laughed uproariously for no apparent reason. The two young men very gallently offered them the hospitality of their flat and the girls accepted gleefully. They walked up to the flat on the third floor without a thought in their heads about the coins or Bill.
When they got upstairs, one of the boys began to undress, Mary sat on the sofa with Lyn as the other one also began to undress. When the two of them were naked, they advanced toward the girls on the sofa. Both of their pricks were semi-erect. The girls giggled and dangled the still soft penises in their hands as the two boys stood over them. Soon the cocks were erect and ready for action. The girls began to peel off their clothes in front of the boys' hardening cocks. When they were completely naked, the four of them crawled to the one huge bed in the middle of the one room apartment They began to fuck immediately, and both of the boys were accomplished lovers. They entered the girls simultaneously causing them both to grunt at the force of their thrusts. The girls were wet, and the pricks slid home without much of a problem. The girls were willing and were soon wriggling beneath the onslaught of the cocks.
After a few minutes of spirited humping, the boys changed partners and continued to fuck them. For some reason they both seemed to be attracted to Lyn more than Mary. Mary was jealous at first. Then she began to enjoy watching the three of them fucking. She found that by playing with herself and watching the three of them go at it, she could almost climax at will.
When Lyn had climbed on top of Roger, Terry had slid from off of Mary and sandwhiched himself on top of the fucking couple. At first he just dry humped against the smooth crack of Lyn's ass, but as he felt her getting all hot underneath his cock he began to prod the tip of his cock aginst the opening of her ass. Lyn squirmed on top of Roger's cock and reached behind her back to fondle the cock and balls of the man on top of her. Roger sucked her huge tits, licking her blood swollen nipples into submission as the voluptuous Lyn crooned above him.
Terry spit down into her ass; he spit into his hand and covered his cock with saliva. Then he gently began to enter her shithole, an inch at a time. He thought Lyn would object to fucking the two of them at once, but he was wrong. As soon as she felt the tip of the cock nuzzling into her ass, Lyn squirmed her ass into it, driving the cock deep within herself. She groaned as she felt the two cocks meet, separated only by a thin wall of flesh, deep within her.
Lyn lay on her side, fingering herself contentedly and watching the action. She gently ran her fingers over her clit as Terry and Roger worked out on her friend. Terry pumped in and out of Lyn's beautiful ass while Terry rammed himself into her cunt. Terry reached around under the girl's chest and hefted her breasts in his hands. Roger greedily grasper her ass cheeks to push himself further into her. Lyn felt the penises pumping into her and began to come in a frenzy.
"Oh, God! Oh, fuck me! Aaahhhhh!!"
A few minutes later, the boys began to come as well. Roger grunted in passion underneath as he began to discharge his load. Terry pulled his cock out of Lyn's ass and squirted a full load of sperm all over the girl's white back. She squeeled as she felt the sperm flush into her cunt and gush over her back. Mary came too at the sight of the distended penis shooting white, sticky sperm all over Lyn's back. Afterwards the three of them lay together in contented peace.
The girls stayed there that night They all slept together in the same bed with their limbs sprawled all over each other, and in the morning they woke up fresh and happy. Lyn went into the bathroom to take a shower while Mary prepared some breakfast Lyn stepped into the shower stall and began to soap herself under the flow of warm, soothing water. She heard the door of the bathroom open and through the glass saw someone step in. She couldn't tell who it was because of the filmy glass, but didn't-really care. After the toilet flushed the figure advanced to the shower, opened the door and stepped in. It was Roger.
He was naked except for a chain necklace worn around his strong, thick neck. He was fair and smooth; his muscles rippled under the marble like skin as he stepped into the stall. Lyn smiled and leaned over to kiss him lightly as he entered. He returned her kiss and began to soap his body. Lyn reached over to help him enjoying the feeling of his warm flesh under her touch. His cock was not fully erect when he first entered, but as soon as he felt her delicate touch he sprung instantly to life. At first he allowed her to have her way with him, but then he began to return her caresses with those of his own. He soaped each of her tits with a generous portion of soapy suds. He continued to lather her whole body as she worked on him. When they were both slippery smooth, Lyn advanced to the man and began to rub her body against his to their mutual delight
"Ummhh, that's nice," sighed Lyn to her friend.
He thrust his cock between her soapy thighs and began to rub it in and out of her tightly clasped legs. She reached up to his head and began to lather soap into his hair, as he did the same to her. Soon their whole bodies were covered with soap suds from head to feet!
Lyn rubbed soap into his ass, lathering up his buttocks good and from time to time slipping her fingers into his hole (accidently on purpose, of course). Roger loved it He reached around behind to her ass and did the same to her. He thrust his fingers into her ass and reminded her of the thorough fucking she had received the night before.
"How did you like getting fucked by two blokes at once?" he croaked as he worked his fingers in and out of her ass.
"Ummhhh," Lyn replied," Great! Why don't we do it again? Today?" She was silenced by Roger who covered her two thick lips with his own and rammed his tongue halfway down her throat He pressed her up against the wall of the shower stall and adjusted the spray of water so that the stream splashed against the wall over Lyn's head and trickled down her back causing her to shiver at the sensation of the warm flowing water. He reached his hands around the back of her thighs and hoisted her up onto his cock. She slid right on and began to hump wildly at him. Roger squirmed in pleasure as he felt this voluptuous piece of ass rub her bounteous and sudsy body all over his. He felt himself sputter into an orgasm almost immediately. He fought to control it but it was no use. The sperm shot out of him and filled the girl's cunt to overflowing.
Lyn felt him quaking in orgasm, but was too hot to stop herself. She rammed her cunt over his shrinking cock desperately reaching for a climax. She felt Roger relax and knew that unless she acted quickly, the morning and the lay would soon pass her by. Immediately she fell to her knees and shoved his now limp cock into her mouth. She tasted the sperm and the scented soap and groaned in approval. Roger squirmed under the attack. He tried to pull his sensitive cock out of her grasp, but she had him fixed securely in her mouth. Soon, however, he had no desire to escape her clutch. His cock miraculously began to throb back into an erection in the mouth of the experienced girl. As soon as it was hard Lyn pulled it out of her mouth and jumped on top of the bouncing rod of flesh. She covered it with the lips of her sperm gorged cunt and humped against it. Roger began to return her thrusts , and they fucked away at each other until Lyn erupted into an orgasm of her own. Roger coaxed her along as she fucked, trying to talk her into a bigger climax:
"You feel that cock, Lyn? You like to be fucked, don't you? You like to feel my cock deep inside of your cunt, don't you? Go ahead, fuck me all you like."
Lyn came for a full minute as Roger's ressurected cock buried into her again and again. She loved the feel of the warm shower water coursing down her naked back. She loved the soft stinging of the soap covered dick as it thudded into her. She loved the sensation of his powerful arms grasping her delicious thighs and hoisting her onto his manhood. She loved the way he filled her mouth to the full with his well controlled tongue. She longed to feel it working out on her clit and pulled her mouth away from his long enough to tell him so.
"Eat me, Roger, eat me! Suck my pussy out, Roger! Lick my clit, oh please, please!"
She squirmed from off of Roger's cock and pushed the strong man to his knees. He began to lick the soap suds from her smooth white stomach. He stopped at her bellybutton and thrust his tongue inside of the miniature hole. Lyn held the man by his ears and forced him further down her body, spreading her legs in anticipation. When Roger got to her crotch, he toyed with her. He licked her creamy thighs dry. He lapped up all the delicious come that had trickled from out the lovely, red lips of her vagina. Lyn squealed and tried to center his head on her slit, but he was too strong for her and shrugged off her hands. He ran his tongue around the perimeter of her hairy triangle. He licked the soap and matted come from off of her delicate network of blond, wiry hairs.
Then, he began to make his way down the slit of her groin. He ran quickly over her clit and plunged his tongue into her cunt. She humped against him; he covered her lips with his mouth and sucked her dry thrusting his tongue deep inside of her.
Lyn came again and again under his expert attention. When he had finished, he raised himself up again, and thrust the now drained girl between his legs.
"Now it's your turn, bitch!" he said as he pushed her down to her knees.
Lyn was tired and felt like calling it a day, but after one look at his throbbing tool, she knew that she would not be able to rest until she had finished sucking him dry. He thrust his cock into her soft, red lips and banged it against the back of her mouth. She was startled at his ferocity; he kept his cock deep inside her mouth and tried to inch it down her throat. He pulled her head back by the hair until her throat was able to take the fullness of his erection. His huge, mushroom shaped tip inched into her throat Lyn fought back a gagging sensation and the waves of indignation she felt at his passionate fury. She discovered that the cock felt good lodged tightly in her throat, and when she heard the grunts of satisfaction issuing from deep within Roger's chest she felt a surge of pride that she was able to handle this man's needs so easily. Other girls might have balked at having this tremendous cock being thrust deep down their throats, but not Lyn!
Roger pushed his entire penis into the recesses of Lyn's mouth. His balls were nuzzled up against her lips. He gave a final push and was able to get his jiggling bunch of testicles into her mouth. Lyn licked them for his satisfaction as she struggled to contain the man's cock and balls within her aching mouth. There was barely room for her tongue inside of her. She ran it lightly around his balls causing them to shiver as they filled with come.
When Lyn felt the balls jeking as they filled with their precious cargo, she began to get a little frightened. Would she be able to swallow his load? It might be too much; she could very easily choke on it. When the penis in her throat began to swell in pre-orgasmic frenzy she tried to extract the man from her mouth and discovered that it was too late to turn back. Roger jerked into her in a primeval frenzy. He was lost to his the needs of his manhood, and intent on only one thing: shooting his wad! Lyn tried to scream out in terror but found that she was unable to do so. The cock continued to swell in her throat It felt as though her wind pipe would burst asunder under the fury of his attack. And then he came.
Lyn choked as the first gush of sperm shot deep inside of her. Roger pulled his cock halfway out of her mouth and prepared to shoot some more jism into her fearful throat She swallowed what she could as he began to ram into her again. He was swearing and gurgling from deep in his chest as he felt himself swept away by the power of his orgasm. The cock lodged itself in Lyn's throat, once more and discharged its load. He pulled it back to her lips and prepared to plunge it home again. But the come was beyond his control now. No sooner did he prepare to ram himself into her again, when another shot of sperm erupted from deep within his balls. Grateful for the respite, Lyn sucked furiously at the tip of his exploding prick, trying to drain him before he could return to the attack. He gave in and soon was finished.
Mary and Terry, meanwhile, had been breakfasting in the kitchen. Terry was repentant about his callous desertion of the night before. He fussed all about Mary trying to make up for his lack of manners. Secretly, Mary couldn't have cared less about his decision to help Roger fuck Lyn, instead of her, but she played hurt in order to keep his attention focused on her. Last night she had been pretty drunk and doubted if she could have reached an orgasm at his hands anyway. Besides, she was always open to new experiences and had really gotten off on the sight of those three beautiful people fucking each other. But this morning she was feeling a little horny. She wanted to make sure that Terry would not run off again.
Mary wore a white frilly apron that Terry had provided for her. Otherwise, she wore nothing, Terry's cock was standing at attention as he watched this voluptuous redhead prance about his kitchen with her tits, ass, and cunt waving in the breezes. He fondly reached out to pinch her heart shaped bottom each time she brushed past him. Mary knew that he was excited, but intended to repay him for last night Every time she felt his hands reach for her bottom, she brushed him away and told him in a voice dripping with sarcasm:
"Lyn is busy now. You'll just have to wait until she's finished showering if you want get your rocks off."
Terry stared at her sadly like a repentant little boy and continued to reach for her round tush each time she swept past him. Mary pretended that she was preparing an elaborate breakfast and made frequent trips past Terry as he sat at the kitched table. Once, he reached out at her from behind and pulled her onto his swelling hard on, but she struggled to her feet and continued with her business. She remembered how nice his cock had felt when he thrust it into her at the beginning of the previous night's fucking session. When she felt his massive hard on throbbing underneath his jeans, she pressed her ass down against it just to tease the young man before she jumped off.
She stood over the stove frying bacon in a pan. The grease splattered up against her naked skin and hissed onto her tender, white breasts. She squeeled in pain and held the spot on the inside of her tremendous cleavage. Terry saw his opportuity and sprang to her assistance. He pulled her by the hand to the table and began to rub butter onto her tiny burn. The burn was minor and Mary hardly had felt it after the first stinging sensation, but she too was getting aroused, and she permitted herself to be dragged to the table and rubbed with the butter.
Soon his caresses spread to her entire breast He rubbed the butter onto her left tit in huge gobs, smearing it onto her flesh, naked under the skimpy apron. She leaned into his touches and crooned as he spread the butter onto her right breast He rubbed her nipples to life with the butter. Her breasts were soon covered with a shiny coating of grease. He continued to rub gobs of it all over her body working it into her stomach, her thighs, her back, her buttocks, even down to her calves and up to her well shaped neck. She helped him after a while with both of her hands, rubbing the butter into her thirsty skin until her whole body was slippery and aglow.
Terry lifted her onto the kitchen table. She almost slid right off of it, but he held her firmly in place. She held on to the edge of the table to prevent herself from falling to the hard floor as Terry casually walked over to the refrigerator and returned with a rather large carrot and a tremendously long cucumber.
"W-what are you going to do?" Mary asked him open eyed.
"I feel like having a salad for breakfast," he replied, "nothing like a little cucumber salad to start the day off on the right foot you know."
He globbed a handful of butter onto her cunt and began to massage it into her. She fought with his hand, pretending to resist his advances, but found that if she removed her grip from the edge of the table, she was in danger of sliding to the floor. She pleaded with him instead.
"Terry, what are you doing? Don't! We shouldn't! Lyn will get mad!"
But Terry was adament He continued to rub the butter into her helpless hatch until he felt her dripping with pussy juice and melted butter.
"I think we'll start with a carrot That always seems to do the trick."
Lyn held on as the carrot, thick, long and gnarled, plunged into her helpless cunt It felt great inside of her though, and she had to struggle with herself to keep from responding to Terry's thrusts. She was determined to play hard to get Terry saw that she was not reacting to his special carrot fuck. He glared down at her and shook his head.
"Oh, ho, a frigid bitch, I see. Well, we have just the thing for frigid bitches. A little cuke never hurt anybody," he said as he extracted the relatively tiny carrot and pressed it into Mary's helpless lips. Then he waved the carrot into her mouth. Mary tasted her own pussy juices and the butter on the edge of the carrot, but remained passive as it went in and out of her mouth. Then she saw the cucumber approach her cunt It was huge. It was green and at least two feet long. There were wrinkles and bumps all over the entire surface of it, and Mary shrieked as it approached her.
"Terry! Don't! I'll scream! Don't! Oooowwwww!"
With that the young Englishman maliciously shoved the huge, green shaft home. Mary struggled to remain calm, but couldn't The cuke was bigger and thicker than even Bill Richardson's cock, and she was soon rocking her hips uncontrollably into it She held on for dear life under the onslaught of the enraged young man who plunged the green rod in and out of her while unbuckling his pants. As the cuke thrust into her she felt herself being gradually pushed off the table. She had to force herself to squirm her hips back onto the thrusting greenness in order to keep herself on the table. Terry ripped his pants off and mounted her. He pulled the cucumber out and thrust his own cock. It was swollen beyond belief, but nothing could match the green vegetable that lay on the table beside them for sheer size. Mary struggled to push him off of her and get it back inside of her, but was unable to move. Terry came in huge spurts, kicking so strongly against the helpless girl that they tumbled to the floor and slid halfway across the kitchen.
Mary was enraged! He had deserted her last night and now he had come instantaneously without allowing her a chance to come by herself. She pushed the body from off of her and ran for the cucumber. Terry lay spreadeagled on his stomach in the middle of the floor.
She sprang on top of the man's back and pinned him securely to the floor. He kicked his legs to free himself, but Mary was fighting mad and held him securely.
"You lousy fucking cocksucker! I've had just about enough of your shit! Now you're going to get a taste of your own medicine! How do like that!"
Mary plunged the well lubricated cucumber deep into the man's asshole. He roared in pain and tried desperately to get to his feet Mary continued to pump it into him. She was sitting on his thighs with the soles of her feet pressed firmly against his shoulders pinning him to the floor. As she continued the motion, she felt him stop struggling underneath her. Soon he was rocking his ass up to meet the thrusts of her hand and gurgling in enjoyment as the tremendous shaft plunged in and out of him. Apparently, Mary had stumbled onto one of the man's darkest fantasies by mistake. He had probably dreamed of using the green vegeatble on himself while he was fucking her with it; that was probably the reason he came so quickly and so powerfully; he just couldn't help himself.
Mary felt her anger beginning to cool, but she continued to fuck the man with his own weapon. She plunged it home all the way and left it protruding from the man's ass as she swung her body around to get up. The man lay on the floor pleading for more. Mary dragged him by the hair to the kitchen table. She sat on a chair and motioned for him to get to his knees and start sucking. He looked at her in utter humiliation at the thought of having to drink his own sperm, but saw no other alternative and set to work on her, hoping to cajole her into continuing to fuck his ass afterwards.
Soon Mary felt herself explode into an orgasm. She reached her feet around behind the man on his knees in front of her and manipulated the projectile sticking halfway out of his ass. It was rather clumsy at first, but in time she began to get the knack of it She rammed it home again and again reducing Terry to a mound of quivering flesh. She saw that as he ate her he was pulling frantically at his cock. Soon she saw him arch forward and felt the sperm shooting against the outside of her cunt He squirted it straight up at her snatch, and the warm liquid sprayed deliciously against her lips. She dug the cucumber into his ass with ferocious energy until he had finished spurting his come onto her quivering cunt lips. Then she allowed him to fall to the floor in front of her, totally humiliated by his demeaning desires.
Mary rubbed her feet over his tender back. She felt a little sorry for the strange young man. He was very selfish and inconsiderate of other's feelings, but his demeanor was so pathetic that it was impossible to stay mad at him for long.
Mary helped the crestfallen Terry clean up the kitchen so that the others would not find out of his dark and secret fetish. Lyn and Roger emerged from the bathroom and the two couples saw from the looks on each others faces that each had had a splendid morning of fucking and sucking.
Terry finished the breakfast while Mary took a quick shower and Lyn got dressed. After breakfast the two young men accompanied the American girls to their hotel and bid them a cheerful good-day. They were both pleased with themselves. It was not often that birds like these came across their paths, and they were glad that they had made good use of them.
Lyn and Mary hurried to their room, rehearsing a suitable story to explain their disappearance to Bill.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Lyn and Mary burst into their room on a dead run. They were startled to discover Bill and Anita fucking contentedly in the middle of the huge king size bed. Bill's cock looked bigger than ever as it plunged in and out of Anita's cunt She lay there panting; her eyes rolled around wildy; she clawed at his back. When she saw the two girls staring resentfully down at her, Anita began to climax furiously.
"Aaaahhh! I'm coming! Oh god, Ahm coming! Oh fuck me Bill honey, fuck me!"
As the girls watched Bill plunged his aching cock completely out of her hole and discharged a full load of come on the girl's stomach. Then he stood up and addressed them very business-like, as if he had just completed his morning coffee instead of his morning fuck right in front of their eyes. Anita continued to roll around the bed rubbing the warm, steaming sperm onto her skin in wide eyed amazement at the sheer quantity of it Lyn and Mary looked at each other and wondered what they had been missing all night long!
"I've been able to locate my friend," Bill said as he pulled his trousers on, "he has the merchandise and expects to complete the deal momentarily. He said that we should be prepared to jump on a moment's notice. Everyone in town knows about us. It's a very lucky thing that I got rid of the stuff as soon as I did. ft might have saved each one of us from getting our throats slit"
The girls gulped at the thought and stared around the room in fear, expecting a fierce throat slitter to spring from behind the woodwork.
"Anita!" Mary finally shouted, "what are you doing here? How did you get away?"
Anita continued to rub the sperm onto her breasts as she answered her friend.
"It was easy honey. I just used my feminine wiles."
"When did you have to blow to get out?" Lyn responded sarcastically. But Anita didn't bat an eyelash as she responded almost immediately.
"I think he said his name was Mr. Andrews, but Ahm not really sure."
The next few days passed slowly for them. Each day they expected to hear from Bill's friend, but each day passed and left them frustrated. After a week, they had to move to a cheaper hotel to conserve their rapidly dwindling bank account Finally, after what seemed like ages they learned that the deal had been consumated.
"How much?" they all cried together when Bill told them the news.
"I'm sorry, girls. He couldn't get a million. All he could get was a measily nine hundred."
Bill sat on the edge of the bed and hung his head dejectedly as he told them.
"Nine hundred! Why that's impossible," Mary cried out in exasperation, "he must be kidding, Bill. Why that jeweler in the States said they were worth over twenty thousand!"
"And Mr. :Stern said they were worth more!" cried out Lyn.
'You yourself said they were worth a million dollars, Bill," Anita added, "what happened?"
"I'm really sorry girls, but all he could get was nine hundred, nine hundred thousand pounds!" He smiled at them maliciously as he watched the expression on their faces change from absolute dejection to overwhelming joy.
"Nine hundred thousand fucking pounds! We're rich! We're fucking rich!" Mary threw herself into Bill's arms at the news.
"Wait a minute! Wait a minute!" Anita shrieked in exasperation, "how much is that in real money? How much is a pound?"
Bill smiled at her as he answered her:
"Let me see. Isthink the pound is about two dollars right now. Maybe a little more, I don't know. I guess in rough figures that would be about ... one million, eight hundred thousand dollars, minus Rosco's cut of course."
They celebrated their triumph with glee, but then Bill informed them that they would have to leave almost immediately to make the transaction. They had to be at Stonehenge, bright and early tomorrow morning to meet Rosco and collect their share of the loot. If they wanted to make sure they'd get there on time, they'd have to leave immediately. They ran from the room in a pack, grabbing only enough clothes to keep themselves warm on the trip down. On the way back they'd be able to buy anything they wanted.
They made it to Victoria Station in minutes flat and booked four seats on the next train to Salisbury. No sooner had they boarded the train, but it began to move away from the station. They crowded into one of the second class compartments and settled down for the trip.
The soft, rolling fields filled with sheep and cattle rolled past them as they escaped from the gloom of the London area. They sat huddled together in contentment and dreamed silently of what they would do with the money when they received it.
Lyn pictured herself as the Madame of a very expensive and exclusive bordello. She would service the most famous of her clients or a select few of the better hung but lesser known customers while her staff of beautiful and willing girls bore the brunt of the burden. She would dress only in furs and diamonds; she would have anything her little heart desired, absolutely anything.
Mary, Anita, and Bill basked in their own private fantasies also as the train rolled through the green English countryside. A few minutes before the first stop, the conductor made his appearance to collect their tickets. After they had rolled to a stop and started again, two men, both strangers dressed in typical English conservative style entered their compartment and sat in the two empty seats. Anita sat directly across from one of them and was a little annoyed at first at their intrusion into their private compartment But as she felt the man's eyes furtively glance at her body again and again, she began to change her mind about their intrusion.
She got up and removed her raincoat, revealing her long, meaty legs exposed underneath a microscopic skirt The man's eyes bulged as he surveyed her smooth, curving legs. She then reached on her tiptoes to place her coat on the luggage rack over her seat. She felt the man's eyes riveted on her bare ass as she reached higher and higher. She sat back down again, but soon bounded to her feet once more. She reached up to her coat and took a pack of cigarettes from the inside pocket The she tried to put the coat back in the luggage rack over the man's seat As she reached up she revealed her big, hairy cunt right in front of the man's face. She waited for his tongue to burrow into her, but he remained cool. She knew that he was aware of her intentions, but apparently he didn't want to be pushy. She decided to have some fun with the poor man.
Anita sat back in her seat and snuggled into Bill's arm (he was sitting right next to her in the middle seat). Bill was dozing quietly, but put his huge, muscular arm around Anita protectively. She felt secure in his arm and knew that the man would not dare to make any improper advances now! She began to continue her teasing game.
First, she uncrossed her legs, and began to spread them slowly. The man already knew that she was wearing no panties underneath her skirt, and she felt his eyes fixed on the darkness between her legs. Slowly, she hitched up her skirt to reveal the fullness of her upper thighs and the full beauty of her wide-open and ready for action cunt! The man squirmed in his seat as he watched the young girl slowly expose herself for his benefit. He loosened his tie and wiped the beads of sweat away from his brow as the compartment suddenly seemed to be too hot for comfort.
Anita began her itching act She ran the tips of her long nails up the length of her white thighs; she brushed her fingertips around her cunt All the while she stared directly into the man's eyes. He looked up slowly when he felt her eyes trained on his and smiled sheepishly. Anita leered at him, glazing her eyes on purpose as if she were even hotter than she really was. Soon Anita began to finger herself silently. She reached down with both hands and quietly hooked her fingers inside of her flesh. The man couldn't believe his eyes! The sight of this gorgeous hunk of cunt staring at him from the seat across the way was almost too much to take. He looked around the compartment and made sure that no one was observing him. Then, he spread his raincoat over his lap and slid his throbbing cock into his waiting hand. As Anita rocked up and down on her hands he began to jerk himself off. He spread the raincoat so that only Anita could see his fantastic organ and he rubbed away.
When Anita saw that the tables had been reversed on her, she got to her feet immediately and threw herself at the stunned man. She slid onto his dick and began to hump away. He seemed frightened as she impaled herself on his cock, as if he expected the door to fly open at any moment and his wife and children to enter the compartment He had never fucked anyone else, but his wife and couldn't believe that this girl was throwing herself at him.
As they fucked, the man felt himself approaching orgasm. Anita quickly pulled her blouse up to reveal a huge set of tits and pressed his head into their depths. He sucked away at one nipple and then the other, while Anita wailed her approval. She slowly rose to the top of his cock and spread her tight, wet cunt lips down his cock again and again. He felt the outline of his swollen penis head burrowing into her and he flinched as he felt her begin to squeeze his cock harder and harder with the well trained walls of her cunt She came slowly and quietly murmuring in his ear as she did so:
"Good, baby. Oh, that's good. Ohhhh! Ohhh!"
Then he felt himself approaching a tremendous orgasm. He pumped himself into her, and she stayed motionless, allowing him to set his own pace, fearing less she upset the rhythm of his come. He came with his face twisted into a grimace, but didn't breath a word. He just pumped slowly and steadily into her. Anita felt the come gushing inside of her and squeeled in content.
The man finished and leaned forward to lick Anita's tits in gratitude. Suddenly the door to the compartment burst open and the conductor barged in.
"Tickets, please!" he bawled.
The man reached into his pants pocket and extracted his ticket The conductor reached over Anita's shoulder to take the ticket He punched it and returned it to the man. Then he stepped around the two of them to reach for the other man's ticket He left without saying a word.
Anita got up splashing come all over the man's pants and returned to her own seat She snuggled back into her own seat and slept for the rest of the journey. When they got to Salisbury, they discovered that they did not have enough money to spend the night in a hotel. They went to the nearest pub to try to figure out where to spend the night, and as soon as they entered the pub, they knew that their problems were solved. There behind the bar was a topless barmaid. She had huge silicone swollen breasts that hung down her chest in heaps.
When the barmaid saw the three girls she asked them if they would like to work for her that night They quickly agreed and spent the rest of the afternoon in the desrted pub resting after their tiresome trip. That night at opening time the three girls simply took of their blouses and waited on the tables. Bill went to secure transportation to the Stonehenge ruins for the next day while the girls worked.
Mary found that she really enjoyed the job. It was fun getting all the stares of admiration from the men and the looks of burning jealousy for their women. She wore a skirt provided for her by the management and enjoyed the sensation of her breasts hanging free against her chest as she walked about the pub serving drinks. The men were very polite at first, but as the night wore on they became more and more daring. By closing time all three girls had bruised and swollen breasts from the almost constant manhandling they had received all night long. They waited for the crowd to leave after the doors had been closed and locked, but instead only the women seemed to be leaving.
Soon it was apparent that they had been hired to do more than pump beer. A crowd of drunken men approached them and dragged them into the back room of the pub. There they separated into three groups. Lyn, probably because of her large perfectly shaped tits and long golden hair seemed to command the most attention. A group of men dragged her off into the basement as the other two girls looked on.
When they got her down stairs, the men paused for a conference. Then they advanced to Lyn and shoved her against the wall. As she struggled in vain against their overwhelming force, she was forced into fetters of chain links and bound securely to the wall. After her tender ankles and wrists were secure, they stepped back to survey their work.!Lyn pleaded with the men to let her go as they pawed at her helpless body.
One man stood in front of her and began to pinch her nipples as hard as he could. Lyn screamed at him in desperation. Her breasts had gotten a work over all night long; they were incredibly sensitive! The man seemed to get more excited as Lyn struggled and screamed. He pulled his hand back and slapped her huge left breast, as the other men glared on in excited silence.
"Oowww! Stop it! You're hurting me!" Lyn screamed at him, but to no avail. He continued to reach his hand back and slap her helpless tits again and again. Soon they were a bright red, and yet he continued to slap at them harder and harder. Lyn was sobbing uncontrollably and screaming steadily in pain. The man stopped for a second and undid the clasp on his pants. His cock hung in front of Lyn, and she realized that she was about to get the gang bang of her young life. The tension filled the air, as the man reached into his pants pocket and brought out a knife. He flicked it in the air and the huge blade popped out, just narrowly missing Lyn's tender and bruised nipples.
She stared at the blade in disbelief and struggled again against the bonds that held her. The man leered at her.
"No, please Mister, I'll do anything you want, but please don't...."
Lyn's voice trailed away as she saw the knife advancing to her thighs. She was wearing a pair of skin tight jeans. The man poked the tip into the jeans. She felt the tip pricking into her flesh and screamed out, more in fear than in pain. The man pinched the fabric out from her flesh and continued to slice the fabric from off her trembling body. Occassionally, he slipped and the blade of the knife cut into her flesh. Soon her pants were cut away from her body from the knees up. Lyn's naked white flesh appeared in the dim light It was white and rippled with scratches and cuts; blood ooozed from twenty long thin, angry gashes on her thighs and ass. The sadistic man ran his hand over her thighs and held it in front of Lyn's frightened eyes. She screamed when she saw the blood dripping from his hand and realized it was her own. She couldn't see her own flesh, she was bound so securely and thought that the cuts were a lot deeper than they were in reality. The man pushed his hand into her face and smeared her blood all over it She tasted it on her lips and almost fainted in fear.
The man lowered his already loosened trousers to his ankles and advanced toward the frightened girl strung out in front of him. She tried to twist her legs to prevent him from thrusting inside of her, and he cracked her across the face with the back of his hand. Lyn felt the blood well from her bitten lip and leaned against her fetters, momentarily stunned.
The man thrust against her again and burst into her fearful cunt She gasped as he rammed himself into her. He held firmly onto her tender, bruised breasts as he pumped in and out of her. He twisted them with demonic glee causing her to scream in agony. She felt the cock growing inside of her and was revolted at the thought of this monster pumping his sperm into her. He came in sudden waves, twisting the helpless young girl's tits until she screamed herself hoarse. When he was finished he backed off of her and retreated into the shadows of the dark basement Lyn waited in dread for the rest of the men to begin working her over, but they were surprisingly gentle after the vicious monster's attack.
The first one sidled up to her, almost embarrassed. He gently forced her by now unresisting thighs apart, and pushed his cock into her. She was well lubricated now and the cock slid in easily. He was short and had to stand on tiptoes to reach her cunt with his cock. She felt his legs trembling in exertion and excitement He thrust into her three times and exploded his love juice into her.
The next man kissed her tender nipples before he plunged into her. He coated them with his soothing saliva, and for the first time since the gang bang began, Lyn felt herself beginning to respond to the situation. The man continued to caress her battered breasts as he pumped gently into her. She felt him run his hand over her cut-up thighs and bring the hand to her face for her perusal. His hand was dry, and she knew that he was trying to tell her not to be afraid, that she was not seriously hurt She found it difficult to move in the bonds, and for some strange reason found that that excited her. She strained against the fetters, but this time in mock struggle. She enjoyed the feel of the chains and the fact that all these men were waiting to fuck her, :
The second man came quickly also and backed away from her. ' A third man approached. He leaned down and stroked her clit with his finger hoping that he would get a more spirited fuck than the other two had. He discovered that he was right Lyn moaned when the man ran his finger over her clit She felt her own juices begin to flow inside of her. The man continued to stroke her and then began to lick and suck at her nipples. She squirmed in pleasure under his caresses and anxiously awaited the fucking she knew he was working his way up to.
It came sooner than she thought!
When he felt the near naked girl start to respond to his touches, the man reached back and slapped her right breast as hard as he could. Lyn cried in amazement and shock. He continued to caress her again and she felt herself growing hotter and hotter, when: "Whap! Slap!"
He gave each of her tits a sharp slap, and Lyn squealed in pain. The man continued to play with Lyn working her up to a frenzy.
Lyn began to anticipate the sharp slaps. She leaned her huge breasts into them. She shook them for her tormentor's appreciation. The man removed his bulging cock from his trousers and nuzzled the tip against the opening of her hole. He pressed the tip of it within her and left it there while he massaged her clit and tits. She was really turned on! She wanted him to fuck her good, and she pleaded with him to fuck her, to shove all of his cock into her and let her have it
"Uuuhh, put it all in. Fuck me with your stiff cock. Shove it all into me. I want to feel your cock coming inside of me! Fuck me, please Mister, fuck me."
The man continued to toy with her. She wriggled her hips trying to force his prick into her cunt lips; she shook her breasts around in the air; she shook her head in a slow circle dangling her long, blond hair in front of her. But the man wouldn't fuck her. He slapped her hard again across the left tit and pumped just the tip of his cock in and out, in and out
"A whore like you don't deserve to be properly fucked," he snarled at her, " a whore like you only deserves the tip of the cock, not the whole thing, don't you know that whore?"
"Whap!" he slapped her again. Her breasts were so swollen that a trickle of blood began to ooze from her nipples. He tweaked at them furiously and shoved the length of his cock into her. 'Lyn came immediately in great gasping heaves.
"OOOh! OOOOh! OOOOh!"
The man pumped into her twice and came himself. He thrust his volcanic cock into her until he was finished, then he sank to his knees exhausted from his exertions. He leaned his head against her still quivering cunt and caught his breath. The next man on line pushed him out of the way, and without further ado, the gang-bang continued.
Upstairs in the dark back room of the pub, Mary and Anita were getting the fucking of their lives. Anita was spreadeagled across a table and fucked again and again by the horny customers. They didn't say a word, just climbed on top of her and pumped into her with their pricks. One man shoved his cock in her mouth and shot a load of sperm into her mouth, leaving her gagging for breath. She twisted underneath the assault but there was one brawney man stationed at each limb and they held her fast.
Someone turned on the radio to drown out the screams of the protesting girl as the fucking got hot and heavy. One man grabbed two handfuls of her tits and began to tug at them as if he were going to yank them from off her chests. Anita sobbed and kicked uncontrollably. She saw that the men were not getting tired. Many of them had taken their positions again at the end of the line for seconds.
A young man climbed up on her chest and cupped her breasts together. He spit into her crevice; he reached his hands down to the pool of semen underneath her overflowing cunt and rubbed all of the liquid into her crevice. Then pressing his erect pecker into the crevice, he slid it into her face and dipped the tip in her unsuspecting face. She tasted the mixture of sperm and spit and grimaced. But the man continued to fuck her tits. His penis was red and swollen as it slid toward her again and again. He began to work the tip of his cock deeper and deeper into her mouth, pumping vigorously between her mounds of slimy tits. Someone crawled up to utilize her cunt (she couldn't see who it was, but felt the thrust of a very stiff cock within her hole). The two men fucked her mercilessly. She had no choice but to submit herself to the indignity of her rape. The cock forced its way into her mouth as she watched it slither up her chest; down below she felt the other penis swelling into an orgasm. There were hands reaching for her fully naked body, kneading her flesh into knots of twisted pain.
As the cock withdrew from her mouth she saw in dread the first drop of semen glimmering on top of the crack. She was going to be forced to suck it dry in front of a whole bar room full of rowdies! The man did not force his way into her mouth anymore. But two men forced her mouth open as they saw the man on top of her begin to come. He took careful aim and squirted his load into her open and protesting mouth. She felt it squirt into her and shuddered as he suddenly changed his mind and rammed his whole cock into her mouth. She twisted into contortions to escape his thrust, but it was no use. He rammed his huge cock halfway down her throat and discharged his load to the loud approval of his friends. She couldn't swallow the warm gushing sperm, there was too much of it She couldn't spit it out, the man left his cock inside of her while his cronies held her mouth open. Finally, the man finished and withdrew from her. She gasped for breath and fought back the gagging sensation as the semen trickled down her throat But the man kept his still dripping cock in front of her lips.
"Lick it dry, bitch. Lick it dry, bitch," he commanded her. Anita's flesh crawled at the arrogance of this man. She refused and the man slapped her across the face. With tears streaming from her eyes she ran her tongue over his still oozing prick and licked him dry.
Mary had been brought to a small private room in the back. She was thrown across a bed and told to strip if she knew what was good for her. Mary knew what was good for her. As she felt the men bind her helpless body to the bed, she thought about the quest for the fortune that had brought them to this place, and so put them in this position.
It hardly seemed worth it What would they do with the money, anyway? Lyn had talked about opening up a "Bordello." Why didn't she call it by its right name? A Whore House, that's all it was. Some ambition. They had been better off in college. Ever since that day that Lyn had returned with the coins things had gone from bad to worse. She thought of the way they had turned on Joe Stern and thought to herself that they were no better than the men that were going to rape them now. The coins did not belong to them. If they were so valuable why did the man just give them to Lyn? Nobody could be that rich. And then it hit her.
All of the trouble, all of the danger they had gone through, all of the indignity, it was all for nothing. The man on the yacht had given the coins to Lyn to dispose of them. The curse brought bad luck, the jeweler had told them, and now she realized that he was right She resolved on the spot that she was through forever with the coins, the million pounds, and anything else. As soon as she could get free from this ridiculous situation, she was returning to the states, for good. If she couldn't get back into college, she'd try to get into acting school. She was through with this insane greed, They could have her share of the money, and her share of the curse.
Mary felt at peace once she had made up her mind. She lay still and closed her mind to the men who were gang-banging her. A few hours later, they were released. Mary had weathered the storm the best She saw that the others were hurt, and as they staggered down the street, she realized that it was not that easy. She could not just leave her friends. They needed her. She would stay with them, help them, until they had their money or whatever else they wanted, but that was it She wouldn't accept a cent of the diseased money! Even if it meant starving to death.
As they stumbled down the road, they chanced upon Bill. They told them the major events of the horror story and he listened in shocked silence.
"You mean, you didn't get paid? Nothing?"
Mary couldn't believe her ears. He was in it just as deeply as they were. Nothing mattered but getting the money to reach Stonehenge and collect their fortune. She felt sick and hopeless. She leaned against a building in the dark and narrow street as Bill fumed in desperation, totally callous to the needs of the three battered and beaten girls in front of him.
As they stood there, a lonely figure rounded the corner.
"Oh great," said Mary, "now we'll be arrested for loitering But as the figure approached they saw that it was one of the men from the pub on his way home. Mary felt her muscles twitch in anger. She wanted to throw herself on the man, who was obviously three sheets to the wind, and rip his eyes out, to repay him in spades for her night of humiliation, pain, and terror. She fought down her own feelings with revulsion, resolved that no matter what else happened, she would not get involved in this seemingly never ending hassle.
"The curse, remember the curse," she repeated to herself under her breath.
Her two friends, however, did not share her calmness. Mary realized with a start of blood curdling fury that it was the monster who had tortured her! They saw another inebriated figure swaying behind the first, and from the start that escaped from Anita as the second figure drew closer, Mary realized that the man had probably been one of Anita's tormentors that night She was right ft was the man who had fucked Anita's tits and made her lick his oozing prick in front of the whole crowd. Anita felt her cheek glowing from the slap he had given her while his friends had held her down.
"Let's see how powerful he is now," Anita thought to herself, "without his 'Mates.' "
The man practically stumbled into them before they realized who it was. When they saw the girls, they drew themselves up from their drunken slouches as they recognized them. They didn't notice Bill yet, or if they did, they were too drunk to trunk anything of it
"What! 'er you two whores still slinking about!" one of them sneered.
Anita walked up to him and spit in his face. He stared stupidly at her and then lunged for his throat She stepped out of the way and the drunken man fell to the concrete. Anita threw herself on the already unconscious man and began to kick and scratch at his face and hair. She pulled huge clumps of hair from his bleeding scalp and screamed incoherently at the prostrated body in front of her.
The other man reached out at her, but before he could grasp her, Lyn kicked him squarely in the crotch. The man slumped over grimacing in pain. Lyn kicked him again in the teeth. He fell to the floor unconscious, and Lyn jumped on him. Mary stood very still. Bill tried to pull the girls from the bodies. Finally he pried them loose. They would have killed the men if he hadn't pulled them off. Mary leaned against the building and threw up. She was sick to death of the whole thing. Bill went through the pockets of the men. He pulled out their wallets and emptied them of their cash. He went through their pockets and took out their change.
"Every bit helps," he grunted.
The girls had to be contented with stripping the men and leaving their naked bodies in the middle of the deserted road. Lyn and Anita giggled as they stuffed their blood stained clothes down the sewer. They couldn't wait for the morning when the men would wake up in the morning light and have to walk through the bustling town naked and beaten for all the world to see.
They had more than enough money to stay for the night in a hotel, but Bill refused. They would need all the money and more to make their getaway. The girls were cold and exhausted from their dreadful night, but agreed readily with Bill. They stayed the night in the waiting room of the train station. Mary didn't say a word. She cleaned herself as best she could in the filthy Water Closet in the station and tried to sleep. Hoping that tomorrow would see the end of the quest, she fell off to sleep on the hard bench dreaming of acting school.
CHAPTER EIGHT
They woke the next morning, and wolfed down a hurried breakfast of tea and scones at a snack bar. They rushed to catch the first bus out to Salisbury Plains where the gigantic Stonehenge monument lay scattered over the rolling grass, like the playthings of a giant Mary walked through the intricate arrangement of stones in the early morning mist The stones were deserted on the rainy Tuesday morning.
But Roscoe seemed to appear out of nowhere "My friends are waiting for you in the souvenir shop. You can give my share to them. I want nothing more to do with it I'm through."
Mary turned and walked off into the rolling hills of grass. The mist was slowly lifting. She saw a bus come cruising down the winding road that led from the town. She was completely broke, but was resolved to walk to town if she had to, to walk to London if she had to, to swim home if she had to. Rosco ran behind her.
"I really don't think you understand my meaning, Miss. I have the money. Your share for the coins, don't you want it?"
"I've already told you what to do with the money. Give it to my friends, they deserve it I'm going home. If they don't want it, you can have it"
She stopped and turned toward Rosco, suddenly excited.
"Yes, that's even better. You can have it Here I'll sign something for you. A deed or anything, I don't care. The money's yours, if you want it"
Just then the three of her friends came running up to them from the safety of the souvenir shop. Their faces were twisted with excitement, as they ran up to the couple.
Mary was exasperated with the man for delaying her chance to flee the situation. She turned toward him angrily as her friends ran up to them.
"Now look what you've done. Don't tell them, you hear me? If you don't tell them, I'll give you my share honest I just don't want them to know."
The man was astonished at the girl, but he turned to face his friend Bill. Bill and the other two girls stood breathless in anticipation. The man pulled out his watch and consulted it before replying.
"It's no go," he said.
"Whaa? What the fuck is that supposed to mean? No go? You mean you couldn't...."
The three of them replied at once their mouths hanging open in rage and frustration.
"I mean that it's no go. I can't get rid of them. Here are your coins back. Good day."
The man pulled the small pouch out of his waistcoat and tossed them lightly to the ground. He turned and started to walk away, but then stopped as if he thought better of it. He saw Mary's lips were tight and realized that she was not going to tell them. She knew about the curse. That was obvious. But for some reason the others didn't know or care.
"Look, don't you know about the curse? These things are worthless. No one will touch them. They're more trouble that they're worth, don't you realize that by now?"
Lyn, Anita, and Bill stared at him, speechless. They had been so sure that they would get their million pounds. The loss was more real than anything else that had happened to them yet They stood in the morning mist, near the outer edge of the great stone circle. Mary picked up the bag and hefted it She reached back over her head and threw the bag on top of one of the stone pillars. The bag soared upward into the mist It landed on the pillar with a plop. The rainy mist was no longer cold on Mary's face. It felt delightful. She laughed, feeling as though one of those huge limestone columns had been lifted from her back.
Her three friends stood staring up at the pillar. Mary laughed at the expression on their faces; she laughed at the whole stupid quest; she laughed at the million pounds; she laughed at the threat of Joe Stern; she laughed at herself.
Rosco smiled at her. He thought of the coins on top of the pillar and his smile broadened. Who would ever think to look up there? His smile deepened; he laughed so fly at first, but soon was doubled over rolling on the muddy grass with Mary.
Anita, Lyn and Bill continued to stare at the pillar. The sun broke through the clouds for a flashing second and struck the landscape with a sudden wash of weak sunlight A crowd of people had gotten off the bus that Mary had seen before and made their way toward the circle of stones.
Mary picked herself up and fought to control her laughter. Her friends glared at her in contempt She asked Roscoe if he was heading toward London. He motioned the four of them to follow him and headed off across the rolling grass. Mary walked by herself behind the others. She stopped to look behind her at the circle of stones that seemed to shrink with every step they took. They walked for a half hour or so. Rosco led them to a back road where his car was parked. The five of them were silent Each wrapped in thought.
They drove straight to London and checked into a small hotel. Mary had no idea how they would get the money to go home, but Rosco lent it to them. The next morning, they returned to the States and back to their college. It was as if they had never left.
The Professor disappeared in the crowded airport Anita simply turned off into a bar as soon as they landed. Lyn and Mary went back to their rooms at the college. Mary stripped when she got home. She examined her naked body in front of a full length mirror. The bruises and cuts that had been inflicted upon her were almost healed. She stepped into the shower and let the warm water wash all over her. She had just lathered herself up thoroughly when she heard someone step into the room. Thinking that it was Joe Stern coming to repay her, she turned off the water and waited, silently and calmly for whatever would happen next. Much to her surprise, Anita shyly opened the door to her shower and stepped inside, fully clothed. Tears were streaming down her face, and she smelled of whiskey.
Mary put her hands around the shaken girl and drew her under the spray of warm soothing water. She kissed her head lightly and began to peel the dirty and wrinkled clothes from her scarred body. She saw at once, that Anita had suffered a great deal more than her from their night in the pub. She drew the now naked girl into the warmth of her body and kissed her again and again on the neck, the face, the shoulders, and her breasts.
"What's the matter, Anita? Don't worry, everything's all right now, don't worry."
Mary continued to soothe the ruffled girl. She kissed her softly and lathered her cut and bruised body as she did so. She held her friend lovingly in her arms and pressed herself against Anita's beautiful body. Their breasts rubbed against each other, and Mary felt a tingling sensation in her crotch. Their nipples grew into each other as they pressed and squirmed together. Mary felt Anita move her head towards her own and knew that her suddenly shy friend wanted her to kiss her, so she did. They kissed gently at first, their lips together as they embraced. Then after a tense moment of hesitation, Anita slid her tongue out to search her friend's mouth. Their tongues wrapped around each other.
Mary massaged the girl's skin softly. She pressed her hands against her ass to push her full mound of pussy into her own. They stayed in the shower kissing and petting for almost an hour. Then they dried and retired to the bedroom. They were both still nude and just climbing into bed together when Lyn entered. The blond girl didn't say a word but hopped into the bed with her two friends after taking all the clothes from her body.
It was so good to be home!
Mary pressed her lips into Lyn's and kissed her warmly. The blond girl's breasts pressed against Mary, causing her to moan softly from the softness of the sensation. Mary ran her hands lightly down the back of the girl on top of her until they rested on the soft white cheeks of her ass. Their two mounds of pussy ground against each other passionately as Anita watched. As the two girls continued to tussle together on the bed, Anita began to get a little bored. She reached into Mary's night-table and extracted the dildo she was certain would be there. It was a bright red one, plastic, and shaped exactly like the erect penis of a very well hung man. Anita fingered the object lovingly, marvelling at the workmanship and the detail. The tip of the nine inch dildo was mushroom shaped and a shade darker than the shaft of the artificial cock. As she held it in front of her face, it almost seeemed to swell larger in anticipation.
Anita had lost interest in her friends for the moment. She began to push the plastic cock into her pussy and was surprised at how easily it slid right into her. When she had it all the way in, she pulled it right back out again. It felt good! She repeated the action again and again until beads of sweat covered her now shivering body. With her free hand Anita gently massaged her still sore tits. She stroked her flaming nipples and lovingly ran her hands down the side of her luscious body. At the slit of her twat, Anita paused and searched for the bump of her clit. It was not hard to find.
Soon she was rubbing her clit and fucking her cunt with abandon. She felt a huge orgasm welling up from inside of her in waves of pleasurable warmth. When she finally did come, her cries of lust caught the attention of her two friends and made them stop and stare at the frantic Anita in admiration:
"Ahhh! Ahm coming! Ohh, good god! I'm argghhhh!!"
Mary and Lyn stopped long enough to watch Anita complete her climax and then returned to each other, hoping that the inspiration provided by their friend would drive them an orgasm of their own. As they squirmed around on the bed, the door flew open and Joe Stern sauntered into the room clutching a very long and very menacing pistol. None of the girls had ever seen a gun before and the sight of their enemy waving one at them almost made them faint.
Joe walked confidently up to the bed and looked down at the girls smiling. All action in the bed had frozen. Finally, Joe spoke:
"Have a nice trip? I certainly hope for your sake that it was a profitable trip. What did you do with the money?"
Mary was the first one to respond.
"There isn't any money. The coins were worthless. We couldn't get rid of them."
"Yeah, sure. Listen. You girls must think I'm stupid, you know. I've seen those coins. I know how much their worth. You can either give me the money, or I'll blow your brains out."
There was nothing to do, and Mary realized it. Why should he believe that they had thrown the money on top of the middle pillar of the Stonehenge momument? The coins had probably been discovered by now anyway, so what was the use. Mary sat up suddenly.
"Look, I'm tired of this whole stupid thing, Joe. You don't believe us, then kill us. I don't care anymore. We don't have the coins. We threw them away, and that's that. Take it or leave it!"
The last thing that Mary saw was the barrel of the revolver slashing toward her skull as Joe, infuriated by her arrogance, cracked her sharply against the head and sent her reeling off into unconsciousness. He then repeated his threats to the other two girls, but got no response. The girls were crying and trembling uncontrolably in fear. Joe pointed the gun at Anita and told her that if she didn't tell him where the money was within the next ten seconds, he would blow both of her breasts off. When Joe got to three, Anita began to throw up violently. Joe decided that either the girls were telling the truth, or they weren't going to tell him. Either way, he would be out the money. He told the girls to get dressed, that they were going with him to meet some friends. They had to carry Mary out of the dormitory, and the girls were sure that they would be stopped, or questioned, or something. But nothing happened. They walked across the campus and nobody said a word. They had to stop to catch their breath every once in a while, and once they stopped no more than five feet away from a gaurd who stood in the middle of the campus smoking a cigar. He didn't say a word. They lifted up the unconscious girl and continued on out the campus to Joe's car.
There were three men in the car waiting for them. One of them was the old jeweler who had first advised them to see Joe in order to get rid of the contraband coins. The other two looked more like gorillas than men. The limosine was big enough to fit them all in comfortably though, and as soon as Joe had ushered the three girls into the back seat, he jumped behind the wheel and took off. The men were silent as they drove through the city. The only sound in the limo, was that of Anita whimpering softly to nobody in particular.
They drove to Joe's warehouse, and by that time Mary had regained consciousness. She had a splitting headache and felt sick to her stomach. There was dried blood caked to the bump on her head and she rubbed it gingerly as the two gorilla-men shoved them into the dark and deserted warehouse. The girls were deposited on the beds and guarded by the two strong men as Joe and the jeweler had a conference. After a few seconds they hurried over to the girls smiling in what was supposed to be friendship.
The jeweler spoke first.
"We have decided to let bygones be begones. We are going to let you in with us. If you give us the coins, we will dispose of them for you, and give you a share of the profits. Of course, if you refuse, well quite frankly, I cannot foretell what reaction my friends would have. I advise you to accept our offer. It is final."
There was no response from the bed. Joe advanced to the closest girl, who happened to be Lyn, and began to slap her with the back of his hand right across her face. He had to be pulled off of her by the jeweler and one of the other men before he would stop. Mary spoke again, her voice tinged with a note of desperation:
"Look, we don't have the coins! But we can tell you how we got them. Would that satisfy you? Then will you let us go?"
Mary had no idea of what she was saying. She was just trying to stall for time. But as she spoke she began to formulate a plan. The men seemed to perk up at this bit of information. It wasn't what they wanted, but it was better than nothing. The girls were dragged back to the car, and Mary directed them to Lyn's beach, the beach where Lyn had first encountered the man on the boat and received the platinum coins as a reward for her services. The chances of encountering the mysterious yacht again were slim, but it was better than being tortured to death in the gloomy warehouse. At least out on the open beach, the men would have to dispose of them quickly, if not mercifully.
They pulled up to the beach, and Lyn led them to the stretch of slippery rocks that separated the deserted stretch of sand from the main beach. The men tied the girls' hands behind them before they started so that even if they did escape from them, they would not be able to swim away. It was light on the beach. The water reflected the moonlight like a mirror and seemed to flood the night with an eerie brightness. As they crossed the rocks, Mary stared out to the sea and swept her eyes over the horizen. Nothing.
When they got to the deserted section of the shoreline, Lyn, under Mary's prodding, told the men the story as best as she could remember it.
"What!" Stern screamed at her when she finished, "You brought us all the way out here for that?! That' it! If they want to play dumb let 'em! Now we'll do things my way!"
He motioned to the men to bring Lyn over to him. They shoved her to her knees in front of him and pulled her head back by the hair. As she stared up at the man, he cocked his pistol and shoved the barrel of it in her mouth.
"We'll go one by one until all three of youse is dead. Maybe that'll convince you that we mean business."
There was nothing to do, but Joe was stopped by his own men. They wanted nothing to do with a murder, at least with a murder that appeared so obvious.
"Why shoot her," said one of them, "why not drown her?"
Quickly, the men stripped off Lyn's clothes from her body. She knelt shivering in the cold moonlight awaiting her execution.
"What's the rush?" said one of them as he reached down to fondle the massive breasts of the luscious girl. "We got all night." With that the two men threw down their guns and prepare to rape the helplessly naked girl. Her eyes rolled in fright as she was shoved onto her back and told to spread her legs. The first huge gorilla-man unzipped his fly and pulled at his cock until it was fully erect. He knelt between the girl's legs and savagely pushed his way in. Lyn screamed as she felt the length of his manhood tearing into her still dry cunt. The man's friends had no intention of taking sloppy-seconds and gruffly ripped the clothes from off of Anita's back. He thrust the girl on her back next to the other couple and jumped on top of her. As he plunged into her he twisted both of her breasts in his rough hands causing her to scream in pain and humiliation. Mary watched, sick with fear, knowing that after they finished raping them they would be pushed into the cold waves to drown.
Joe Stern and the Jeweler were growing anxious. They started at each noise as if they expected to be interrupted at any moment. When the men finished, they quickly started dragging the two helpless girls into the water as Mary watched them. They were a few steps into the pounding surf when the beach was flooded with light. Stern, the elderly Jeweler, and their two bodygaurds ran off across the jagged rocks leaving the two girls struggling in the surf. Mary ran over to help them.
The light was coming from the cliffs over their heads and from the intensity of it, Mary judged that it must have been a very powerful searchlight. As the three girls struggled out of the surf and helped each other to untie their bonds, they heard shots in the distance. They looked up at the clifftop and saw four bodies hurtling over the edge, one after another. It was Joe Stern and his friends.
When the girls made their way back across the rocks, they looked about for the police, but there weren't any. Stern's car was gone as well. Apparently Joe had been in desperate need of money. He had probably had an outstanding debt with the wrong kind of people: the kind that don't like to kept waiting. Luckily for the girls, he had run out of time.
The night seemed fresh and clear as they rode back to the campus on the bus. It was almost dawn before they got back to their rooms, but it didn't seem to matter. Even the thought of Professor Nielson's Math Lecture seemed to be a refreshing way to spend the morning to the girls after their adventures. They looked forward to the peace and quiet of the academic life, certain that they would never be bored by it again.
