It wasn't often that Rusty Warren went to bed with a man on their first date. But there was something about Barry Macay that had made her juices flow. He was thirty-four with blonde hair and he was one of the most charming men Rusty had ever met. They had danced a little, drank a little, necked a little, and had ended up in Barry's hotel room as if it was the most natural thing in the world.
Rusty hadn't guessed wrong. Barry proved a master at the art of making love. He knew what to do with his hands and mouth. He made Rusty soar to new heights.
She had thought, at one point, that he was too tired for any more sex, when he started fondling her again, heating her up, and she quickly responded. Her lips parted and she moaned as he traced a path down her perfect body with his lips and tongue to the passion center of her torso. Her thighs spread and her knees raised. Her fingers clutched at his ears and she moved his head deep within her thighs.
Rusty gasped as she felt his thick wet tongue enter her private premises. Her rose petal flesh quivered as he licked past the flesh gates and found her ass pivoted.
Rusty moaned.
"Yummy, yes! Oh, oh, yum!"
She felt for her solid breasts and her fingers twisted her erect nipples.
"Yes, go deeper. Get your tongue all the way in. Oh yes!"
Barry cupped her buttocks and he licked at her cunt. His tongue probed deep, driving her crazy. He tasted the oozing juices of her passion. His bps encountered her clitoris and sucked in the tasty love bud.
Rusty felt his tongue strumming against the clitoris and she moaned heavily. This was so good, so damned good. She felt her insides melting. Her vagina was throbbing.
"Eat it," she gasped, "eat it. Eat my pussy. Suck it! Eat it. Make me come. I want to come in your mouth!"
The spongy meat was bitter-sweet in Barry's mouth. He sucked and licked the crimson clitoris. He sucked hard on it and Rusty felt he would suck it away from her body and swallow it.
She trembled. She shivered. Her ass moved wildly. She pinched her nipples till they hurt. Then she exploded. Her juices ran wild. She gritted her teeth and grunted like a savage. Her whole body felt the climax.
He didn't give her a chance to relax. He mounted her, positioned himself, and melted into her, his hard cock disappearing into her cunt like a finger sliding into a glove. He went in deep and his hands took hold of her breasts. He felt her still-erect nipples against his palms. He started pounding away, moving his prick in and out of her wet cunt.
She was turned on again. Like magic, her body responded, and she started to move with him.
"Give it to me," Rusty cried. "Give it to me good."
She clawed at his chest, raking his skin from nipple to nipple. Her hips pounded against his, her belly mashed against his. Her ass wiggled and her cunt rotated over the impalement of his driving cock.
Rusty groaned and her body moved frantically now, quicker than Barry's. She was terribly excited. Every nerve end in her body was tingling. She cried out and came.
Barry moved in and out of her wet cunt with hard jabs. His cock quivered in the warm, wet haven of her pussy. A load of sperm shot out and drenched her cunt. He pumped until he was dry.
They lay entwined, exhausted.
A cool breeze came from a half open window and bathed their stark naked bodies. They soon separated and fell asleep.
When Rusty woke up the next morning, she felt good. She sat up and stretched. Then she heard the shower going. She lay back, a satisfied smile on her beautiful face, her flaming red hair a halo about her well-shaped head.
Barry walked in, toweling himself dry. He let the towel fall and sat on the bed, facing her. His eyes went over her exposed body. Her full creamy breasts, her slim waist, her curvy hips, her long pink tongue were all at his disposal.
"You're very beautiful," he said, with deep meaning in the words.
"I love compliments," Rusty murmured.
He suddenly became very serious.
"Rusty, we had a lot of fun, didn't we?" he asked.
She smiled at him.
"Are you trying to tell me it's a one night stand?"
She wasn't angry.
"That's all right," she continued. "I don't mind, Barry. I agree with you, we did have fun. I'll bet you have a wife and kids stashed away someplace."
He shook his head.
"No, Rusty, I'm not married." He looked at her and seemed to be pleading for understanding. "Sleeping with you wasn't part of the deal, Rusty. I ... I just couldn't help it. You'll have to forgive me for that."
Rusty was no longer smiling. She looked at him, a frown on her face.
"Just what are you getting at?"
"I work for the government, Rusty. A new super-secret agency that has just been set up in Washington."
"A cop," she breathed in shock. Her face was stone-like. "Are you trying to tell me I'm under arrest."
He tried a grin but it was ineffective. "Nothing like that. We need your help, Rusty. We know you once helped an insurance company recover some diamonds from an Arabian sultan, diamonds that had been stolen from a Fifth Avenue jewelry firm. We're hoping you can do us a favor."
She took a deep breath and her full, creamy globes rose and fell. Her nipples were the color of ripe strawberries.
"You know who I am?" she wanted to know.
"Sure," he said easily, "Rusty Warren, a professional jewel thief. You're rather famous in certain circles. That's what we're counting on." She suddenly swung her arm and her palm cracked him across the face, making a loud thud in the small room.
"I guess I deserve that," he said, blinking back sudden tears of frustration. "I was told to find you, talk to you, offer you this proposition. But, once I met you, I had to have you. I just couldn't help it, Rusty. You're a very desirable creature."
"And you thought I was easy to make," she said in anger.
"Don't spoil it," he pleaded.
Her anger slowly faded away. After all, he was only a man with a man's weaknesses. She propped the pillow in back of her and leaned against it.
"All right, Barry, what's the story?"
It seemed some of the top criminals in the country were disappearing after pulling fabulous capers and no traces were found. Barry's boss believed that someone, or some organization, had set up a well-concealed hideout where these criminals could hide.
"I want you to find the hideout," Barry said.
"Okay, just what do I get out of all this?"
"Fifty thousand dollars."
Rusty told him he would have to do better than that. She knew that the government agencies dealt in millions.
"Sure," Barry said, "millions. But the agencies that deal in espionage get that kind of money. This is a new organization, Rusty. And it's been formed for the sole purpose of dealing with crime, crime on a gigantic scale ... not espionage. So you see, we don't have those millions you're talking about."
"I'd be risking too much for fifty thousand."
Barry agreed with her.
"You'd be risking your life."
He stared at her naked breasts.
"It would be a crime if something happened to you. I almost wish you'd turn me down."
"I think you'll get your wish."
Barry shrugged.
"It's up to you. If you want to make a counter-proposal...." He left the sentence unsaid.
She slowly nodded her head.
"How high can you go?" she asked.
When he hesitated, she remarked that she hated bargaining. He sighed and told her he could double the offer.
A hundred thousand dollars, that's more like it. Rusty stretched and her tits rose and she sensed that Barry was getting overheated.
"What about cover?" she asked.
"It's a risky business," he said, "but I'll be on your tail. If we lose contact, you'll have to get in touch with me or try to."
She wanted to know if there were any leads.
He nodded his head.
"But first cover up," begged Barry.
"You're getting to me."
She suddenly ran her fingernails down his thigh, making him jump.
"I want you to suffer. Maybe I'll end your suffering later ... maybe."
He said a short ugly word and she laughed. Yes, there was a lead. After a recent bank job in Queens, a teller had recognized one of the bandits from a mug shot. The bandit's name was James Vallon. They had traced Vallon to a hotel room just off Times Square. There had been a gun battle and Vallon had vanished after wounding an agent. There had been a careful search of the room and a notebook had been found. There was one name in the notebook that they had recognized ... Steve Ritchie. He was a well known hood with a record. He was currently working in a night club for a man named Pete Daggard. Daggard also had a record.
"From Vallon to Ritchie to Daggard," Rusty said. "Well, I've heard of Daggard. Supposed to be a lady's man."
"Then maybe he's heard of you," Barry supposed. "That should make everything easy."
"If he's mixed up in this," Rusty said. "That's a big if."
"You'll have to play it by ear. Pretend to be hiding from the police. We could plant a story that you did a caper and we're looking for you."
"It may work," Rusty said running a finger across his manly chest. "But, I want something on account."
"Sure, I was thinking about that."
His hands closed over her perfect white breasts and her nipples tickled his palms.
But, Rusty was more practical than Barry imagined.
"I want twenty-five thousand dollars put in my bank account by this afternoon."
"What a time to talk about money," he grunted.
"You heard me."
He quickly agreed. Then he bent his head and started to kiss her rounded globes.
Rusty ran her fingers through his blonde hair.
"You'd better be good to me," she murmured. "I might still change my mind."
Barry was beyond hearing or caring. He was too busy feasting on her full titties. He licked each nipple to stiffness. He kissed his way up and down the valley between her breasts. His tongue ran down to her firm belly and he licked around her navel. His hand caressed her smooth, white thighs and the flaming red jungle which was her mount of Venus. His fingers ran through the crispness and found the outer lips and he sought entrance. He heard her sudden gasp and his fingers delved deeper.
Rusty moaned as he explored her wet cunt. The interior of her pussy was soft and wet and his fingers were soon drenched from the oozing juices of her excitement.
Rusty spread her thighs wide and brought her knees up. She moved his head with her hands and soon she felt his tongue at her inner thighs.
"Be good to me," she groaned.
Barry's head shifted and his tongue found the pouting lips through the red of her mound. His tongue darted inside and she gasped. He flicked his tongue around, exploring the secreting sensitive flesh, finding the hardening passion. His hands cupped her full buttocks and his fingers dug deep in her white flesh. He mouthed her woman flesh while she squirmed like an impaled snake.
Rusty's fingers closed over his ears and tried to bring his face closer against her loins but that was impossible.
"Go to it," she moaned. "Yes, like that, oh god!"
Her thighs were damp with desire. There was the bitter-sweet odor of womanhood. It was in her loose red hair and on the heavy breasts. Her hips moved frantically as she felt her climax approaching.
"Please," she moaned, "oh yes, please. Right there, your tongue, right there! Oh, I feel it, really feel it. Oh yummy!"
She suddenly cried out and her insides melted away and her thighs trembled and her body shook to its climax.
Her thighs opened, her flesh was exposed. Barry started to climb over her. But, she stiff-armed him off her.
"What's wrong?" he growled. His penis was hard and long and throbbing like mad. Drops were leaking from the eye of the crown.
"I want more," Rusty said.
"Sure, sure," Barry agreed hurriedly, "later."
"No, now!"
He groaned. "I'm suffering."
"You'll suffer more if you don't agree," Rusty said.
"Damn you!"
"Rusty gets what she wants," the redhead said, "always."
"Okay."
Rusty flopped over on her belly. "Kiss my back."
He obediently kissed her back.
"Now, kiss my ass."
"Are you trying to humiliate me?"
"Could be. I owe you something for that trick you pulled on me."
He started kissing her half moons.
She then raised herself on her knees and pivoted her behind. "Now, spread my cheeks and fuck me with your tongue."
He paused. "I never did that before in my life."
"You never gave a girl a trip around the world before?"
"Never," Barry said.
"Did you ever have a girl give you a trip around the world?" Rusty asked, already knowing the answer.
"Well, yes."
"I see. It's okay for a girl to stick her tongue in your asshole but when it comes for you to do it to a girl, that's a different story."
"You win," Barry sighed.
He spread her cheeks to reveal the red puckered asshole. The crease between her full buttocks was slightly reddish. His tongue swept the canal and he heard her soft moan. His tongue ran lightly over the opening leading to her rectum. He hesitated. What would it taste like? He continued to think. Shitty? He should have had her wash first. It was too late now. His tongue approached the orifice, inched past the tight elastic ring, and then went in. The anus was humid but not unpleasant. There was no taste of shit.
He worked his tongue around inside the tunnel and Rusty moaned heavily, swiveling her ass. He clutched her ass and licked the inside and outside of her anus. He was starting to feel a strange, erotic sensation from this new novel way of giving pleasure. It was his first feminine asshole to suck. He could well imagine the pleasure he was giving Rusty. He had had tongues inside his anus and he remembered the sensations he had experienced. His hands left her ass and traveled down her body to her hanging tits. He fondled them as he licked her asshole.
"Oh, oh, oh," Rusty was moaning. "It's so wonderful. Get your tongue all the way in. Yes, all the way in. Wiggle it, oh!"
Rusty couldn't take any more. She suddenly flopped down on her belly and then turned over. "Come and fuck me," she said.
Barry positioned himself and Rusty guided his monstrous cock to the entrance of her cunt. His manliness pressed against her femininity and slid gently into her, finding warmth and wetness. His hands once again captured her tits and he pumped away. He felt her softness surrounding and clinging to his rock hardness.
Her arms snaked around his neck, drew his head down so that she could press her lips against his. She moved with him, crushing her breasts against his chest. Her thighs closed around his waist and she was inflamed. She gritted her teeth as his hard thrusts brought her to her peak. She kept moving with him, stimulating him, clawing at his chest, biting his lower lip. She felt his movements quicken, felt the hardness of his manhood inside her, heard his harsh breathing and knew he was about to explode.
She felt him shudder, felt the short quick jab and felt the hot lead-thick outpouring of his seed.
"That was great," he said.
"Did you mind blowing my behind?" she asked, grinning.
"I loved doing it for you," he said.
"Stay inside me for a while. I love to feel a fine cock like yours inside my pussy."
Her hand ran across his chest and she pinched one nipple. "I'D be seeing you again, tonight ... to make my report."
The interior of Club Midnight was dark and smoky and there was laughter mixed with the beat tempo of the five piece combo.
Rusty Warren was shown to a table. She lit a cigarette and ordered a stinger. She was wearing a blue cocktail dress that clung to her well formed figure, emphasizing her rounded breasts. It was low cut to show the upper halves of her boobs.
Rusty was surprised when a brunette with a shapely body came up to her table and asked if she was alone. The brunette wore a low cut filmy gown and her breasts bunched out of the dress.
The girl didn't look like a lesbian. But Rusty had discovered a long time ago that not all lesbians looked like lesbians.
"Very much alone," Rusty answered.
"Want company?"
Rusty nodded her head slowly and the brunette sat down.
"I'm Cara Davis," the girl announced.
The waiter brought her drink and Rusty ordered another for Cara. She nursed it as a tall, slim honey blonde stepped up on the dais and went into her number. Her voice was emotionless, her face immobile. Yet, there was a magnetic charm to her that held the attention to the audience.
The waiter brought Cara's drink and went away.
Cara noticed Rusty watching the singer. She sipped her drink.
"You like her?" Cara asked.
"She's okay."
"That's Daggard's girl," Cara said. "Her name is Zelda. Sometimes she takes a detour but not often. You're beautiful, Rusty. You can make it all the way home with her."
Rusty had stopped being shocked a long time ago.
"How come you approached me and not some man?"
"You're here alone. I thought...." Cara's eyes widened. "Don't tell me you're not girl hunting?"
"Never said that," Rusty said quickly. She had to play along now. The singer was Daggard's girl and she just might get to Daggard through her. So, she had to use Cara to get to the singer.
They ordered another round of drinks.
"It would have been funny if I'd made a mistake," Cara said. "Girls usually don't come to the Club Midnight without a male escort, unless they themselves are looking to pick up a girl. So, I thought what I thought."
Rusty understood perfectly. Cara had seen her alone and had reasoned that Rusty was on the make for a girl so Cara had volunteered her services. Now Rusty knew that Zelda, Daggard's girl, also went that route when the mood hit her.
Boldly, Rust said, "How about introducing me to Zelda? There's something about that singer that appeals to me."
"And I don't?" Cara said, a grin on her face. She wasn't angry at Rusty's obvious preference for Zelda.
"I didn't say that."
Rusty reached over and held Cara's hand.
"Sometimes I get the urge for two girls," she said.
"If you can afford it."
Rusty nodded her head slowly.
"Let's get the action started."
"Okay, but I have to warn you. Pete Daggard owns this club and he's jealous of Zelda. He doesn't like her to be touched by man ... or woman."
Zelda finished her number and there was an applause. She stepped down from the dais, slid behind some thick curtains.
Rusty finished half her stinger. Rusty wasn't a novice when it came to lesbian love. Of course, she preferred men over women if given a choice but she had no qualms about going to bed with members of her own sex. She didn't consider herself an out-and-out lesbian. It was just that she enjoyed sex in all its forms and shapes and had experienced everything imaginable.
Cara returned with Zelda at her side. She introduced Zelda to Rusty and they joined the redhead at her table.
Rusty could see that Zelda had a beautiful figure ... full breasts, slim waist, womanly hips.
There was another round of drinks and Zelda said, "Cara told me you are interested in me. Funny, you don't look the type."
"You can't tell by looks," Cara cut in.
"I think you're fascinating," Rusty said, feeling a bit foolish. She had never made advances before to a female. It was always the other way around.
"I like your looks," Zelda conceded. She hesitated. "It's been a long time since I bedded down with a girl. I've almost forgotten what it's like."
Cara giggled. "Here's your chance to find out again."
It wasn't that simple. Zelda explained to Rusty. She had a boy friend who kept an eye out to make sure she stayed in line. He was a tough cookie and Zelda didn't wish to end up with a broken nose ... or worse.
"You mean Pete Daggard?" Rusty asked. Zelda stiffened and turned on Cara.
"Always talking a blue streak, aren't you, Cara? You'll get your face pushed in someday."
"Cara didn't mean any harm," Rusty shrugged her shoulders. "What the hell, it's between us girls, isn't it?"
"Let's go to your place," Cara said to Rusty.
"I'm tempted," Zelda said. She looked over Rusty's shoulder and her face became strained. "But we're being watched, it seems."
"Oh, oh," Cara said. "It's Steve Ritchie. He's Pete's watchdog."
"Women have the same rights as men or haven't you heard?" Rusty asked. "Come on, let's get the hell out of here."
Zelda seemed to make up her mind.
"What the hell, I'm tired of this shit ... being told what to do. Sure, let's get the hell out of this crummy joint."
Rusty paid the check and they got up to leave. Rusty carefully let her eyes play around the club till they rested on a broad-shouldered man in his early thirties watching them with a scowl on his face. He had red hair and was missing the lobes of his ears. She knew this was Steve Ritchie, a hard guy who worked for Daggard.
There was an alcove which separated the main floor from the doors that led outside. In the alcove, Zelda suddenly turned, put up her hands and held Rusty's head while her lips burned deeply against the redhead's. The sudden display surprised Rusty. But she had presence of mind to return the kiss. Zelda broke away.
"Like that?" she said.
"Very much."
"Here he comes," Cara said.
Rusty turned to see Steve Ritchie appear from the main room. His scowl was still with him.
"Zelda, you ain't going no place with this dyke."
His voice was thick. Behind him came the music of the combo.
"You're staying right here," he informed her.
"You go to hell," Zelda said.
The man moved heavily toward Rusty. "I don't like dykes, never did. So beat it, mister, before I throw you on your ear."
Rusty moved close against Ritchie and then she suddenly drew her knee up hard and fast into the man's groin. Ritchie howled and clutched at himself. Rusty chopped at the back of his neck and he went down.
Both Zelda and Cara gaped as Steve Ritchie rolled about the floor, holding himself and groaning.
"Tell Pete Daggard I've met tougher men," Rusty said to the stricken man. "And the name is Rusty Warren in case he's interested."
Zelda, Cara and Rusty went outside and got into Rusty's car. Rusty woke up the motor and the car pulled away from the curb.
"We haven't discussed price," Cara said.
Zelda grinned broadly.
"I'm not doing this for money, not this time anyway. I just want my kicks."
CHAPTER TWO
FLESH TRIANGLE
Rusty's flat consisted of three rooms ... a bedroom, living room and kitchen. Rusty made drinks at the portable bar and thought about Barry Macay. She had a date to see him tonight but it was a date she would have to break. She wasn't going to chance calling him either, to tell him she couldn't see him tonight to make her report. So, he would have to wait ... and suffer!
Rusty passed out highballs and suggested they make themselves comfortable. In seconds, the three girls were stripped down to bras and panties. Rusty sat on the divan next to Cara and Zelda sprawled on a club chair.
"What do you do for a living?" Zelda asked Rusty. She wasn't really interested. She just wanted to make small talk.
"I'm a librarian," Rusty said mendaciously.
"I'll bet," Cara scoffed. She drank half her highball.
"Do you do anything besides sing?" Rusty asked Zelda.
Zelda shook her head no. "Just sing."
"She does a mean strip," Cara said.
"Only when I'm drunk," Zelda giggled.
Rusty suggested another highball and Zelda laughed. The singer stood up.
"Don't pay to do a strip. I only have on a bra and panties. But, I'll take them off nice and slow if you want."
Cara clapped her hands, "Let's go."
Zelda brought her hands behind her back, unhooked her bra, but caught it before it fell, her hands holding the bra cups in place over the mounds.
"I usually do this just for my friends," die murmured.
Then she took her hands away and the bra fell away, revealing two full firm white globes ornamented with coral nipples. She drew down her panties slowly, revealing a flat belly with a decorative navel. Then the edge of her crisp forest was revealed.
Despite herself, Rusty began to feel excited. She usually didn't hunger for women but once she got caught up in the vortex of lesbian love, she went all the way with as much passion as she reserved for men.
The panties were down to Zelda's ankles. She kicked them away and stood nude. Then she slowly turned for Rusty's inspection. Zelda had a perfect body. Her thighs were full and well rounded. Her hips were womanish. Her thighs were twin milky columns. She faced Rusty.
"You like what you see?"
Her voice was throaty and sexy. She walked towards Rusty, her globes swaying gently.
"Like my breasts? Feel them."
As if hypnotized, Rusty put up a hand and felt a firm breast. The skin was smooth as silk. Rusty felt the nipple and it was crispy. Under her probing fingers it woke to hardness. She did the same to the other breast.
"Let's go into the bedroom," Zelda whispered. "I want it as much as you do."
She turned to Cara.
"You wait here. This is a private party."
Cara nodded her head dumbly.
Rusty stood up and led the way into the bedroom.
They faced each other near the side of the bed and Rusty took off her bra and panties and her breasts swayed loosely. She got into bed. Zelda joined her. They met in the middle of the bed and they embraced. Their breasts were mashed against each other as their lips met in a hot, passionate kiss.
The kiss broke. Zelda was breathing heavily.
"Something about you," she whispered. "As soon as I saw you."
Her hands closed over Rusty's firm breasts.
"Nice ... I knew your breasts would be nice."
She lowered her head and her lips traveled over Rusty's globes, making the redhead gasp. Her lips closed over a hard nipple and clung while her tongue pushed against the button.
Over Zelda's curvy shoulder, Rusty saw Cara in the doorway. Cara had taken off her brassiere and panties. She stood there, her arms crossed under her tits, watching Rusty and Zelda wriggling on the bed.
Rusty didn't care that Cara was watching. She didn't care about anything except getting as much pleasure as possible from Zelda's love-making.
Zelda started kissing her way down the length of Rusty's body. Her tongue licked across the length of Rusty's midriff. She stroked Rusty's damp, creamy thighs as she licked at the flesh above the Venus patch. Rusty brought up her knees and parted them, allowing access to her most private domain. She felt Zelda's fingers travel to the gaping lips and she moaned in ecstasy. A finger became bold and darted inside the fleshy cunt and Rusty gasped. Her clitoris became hard and erect.
Zelda skipped the vital area and concentrated on kissing the tender flesh of Rusty's inner thighs. She licked at the satin-smooth skin, licked near the groin while her fingers stroked the sex flesh. Then she shifted her head, removed her fingers from the pussy, and her mouth was against the moist lips of folded skin.
Her tongue wandered in, flicked rapidly against the lubricated walls, found the little hard button and pushed against it.
"Oh, oh," Rusty moaned, "oh that's so nice."
Cara walked to the bed, stood close to watch the action. Then she bent down and fingered Rusty's hard nipples.
The added stimulation was too much for Rusty. She cried out and her body stiffened as ecstasy thrills coursed through her. She shuddered and fell limp, a well satisfied smile on her Ups.
Zelda didn't stop. Her mouth kept working on Rusty's love flesh.
"You're hurting me," Rusty moaned.
But Zelda either didn't hear or didn't care. She kept using her Ups, tongue and teeth on the tender, swollen pussy.
Her Ups caught fire and once again Rusty started to squirm under the probing tongue. Her body was jolted to heights as she moaned and whimpered. She felt Cara's fingers on her nipples and Zelda's mouth on her passion spot. She felt she was going out of her mind. Her juices flowed like a tidal wave. Her whole body was caught up in the whirlpool of hot liquid desire. Her torso squirmed and she cried out again and again as hot flames licked at her very soul.
She climaxed and die cried out sharply when she did.
She fell back, completely drained.
Zelda kissed her open pussy a few times and then sat up.
"I keep telling myself I'm not a lesbian. I just couldn't be. But, when I get caught up in something like this, with a girl as beautiful as you, I go crazy. I just can't help it."
"I'm not complaining," Rusty said.
"Why should you?" Zelda grinned wryly.
"When do I get my kicks," Cara wanted to know.
"Are you kidding?" Zelda said. "I didn't get anything yet."
"You got your kicks just by doing what you did for Rusty," Cara said knowingly.
Zelda asked Cara if she wanted to do a sixty-nine with her and Cara was all for it. Cara lay on her back while Zelda got on top of her but facing in the opposite direction. They buried their faces in each others cunts and their mouths got busy.
Rusty watched the squirming pair for a while and then went into the living room to get a drink. She went back and watched the scene.
The girls finally climaxed simultaneously and they drew apart.
Zelda lay back and closed her eyes.
"I'm out for the night. Don't wake me even if the place catches fire."
Cara and Rusty walked into the living room and Cara made herself a drink. Rusty studied Cara for the first time. The brunette had an interesting figure. She was fuller in the bust department than Zelda but her breasts weren't as firm as the singer's. Cara had a solid figure with nice legs and meaty thighs. She was sexy-looking with her dark eyes and high cheekbones. She sat on the divan and drank her highball.
Rusty sat down beside her.
"You and Zelda must be good friends," she said conversationally.
"We get along."
"Is this Pete Daggard really jealous of Zelda?"
Cara nodded her head, yes. It seemed Pete Daggard was insanely jealous of the blonde singer. Cara couldn't understand why Pete didn't marry Zelda if he was that crazy about her.
Rusty had the answer to that though she didn't say anything to Cara. As far as Rusty was concerned, men like Pete Daggard never married. They were never really in love. They collected women the way collectors collect coins or stamps. Only they never held on to their women for too long. They used their women when they wanted them and didn't want anyone else to have them. When they got tired of them, they just kicked them out. Pete Daggard was like that. Rusty had heard of him. He would keep Zelda as a mistress till he was good and tired of her and then he would give her the boot.
Zelda foolishly thought she had caught the prize when a big shot like Daggard had let her come into his bed. Zelda would learn too late that it was just a temporary thing.
"He knows how she is about girls?" Rusty asked.
"Sure, but he thinks she got over it. There will be hell to pay when Steve Ritchie tells Pete what happened. Pete may even take it out on you. You were stupid to give Ritchie your name. Well, he may not remember it."
Cara giggled.
"He was too busy holding his balls and rolling all over the floor when you gave him that message for Daggard."
"I'm not afraid of Daggard," Rusty said.
"He's tough. I hope he doesn't maul Zelda. Zelda really went for you. I could tell by the way she acted. She's usually afraid of Pete Daggard."
"You afraid of him?" Rusty asked.
Cara's eyes widened and she nodded her head vigorously.
Rusty laughed and suggested Cara have another drink.
Cara stared at Rusty over the rim of her glass.
"Are you tired?" she asked in a tiny voice.
Rusty smiled gently and asked Cara what she had in mind.
Cara didn't answer in words. She put aside her drink and got down on the floor in front of Rusty. She spread Rusty's thighs and stared at the open womb. She saw the natal lips, the pink tunnel, the erect bud that looked so tasty. She buried her face deep, her mouth against the eager girl's flesh. She licked at the hair lined lips, licked at the clitoris, buried her spongy tongue deep into the sex passage.
Rusty leaned back and put her hands on Cara's head and she closed her eyes as a thousand thrills ran through her body.
"Oh yes," the redhead moaned. "Yes, oh yes. yummy." She squirmed as she felt the wet tongue touch every sensitive part of her vagina. She moaned deeply as Cara sucked in the spongy bud and bit gently around it. "Oh, yes, so good. Suck it. Suck my cunt. Eat my pussy. Eat it good. Devour it. Suck me off, suck, suck, suck. Lick it. I want to come in your mouth. Make me come. Don't stop or I'll kill you!"
Rusty screamed and had several climaxes before Cara stopped.
Rusty felt so wet down there as if all her juices had been sucked to that one spot.
She opened her eyes. She got down on the carpet.
"Cara, I'm going to eat your cunt. I'm going to eat your pussy till you scream."
Cara lay on her belly.
"Do my behind first. I like that."
Rusty licked at the space between Cara's shoulder blades. Her tongue made tiny circles. She felt Cara's soft behind and her fingers strummed against the crack. Her tongue ran down slowly along the spine till it reached the curving flare and she licked at the half moons.
Cara was rubbing her wet cunt against the floor. She was moaning heavily. "Oh, please, oh. Get your tongue in there. I want to feel your tongue in my ass."
Rusty separated the cheeks and found tiny tufts of hair growing from Cara's asshole. Her tongue brushed against the dark spot. Cara moaned again. Rusty pushed her tongue into the orifice and Cara groaned. Rusty went in deep and humid flesh clung to her tongue. She wiggled her tongue around inside Cara's ass. She squeezed the backs of Cara's thighs as she licked at the girl's rectum.
Rusty kept it up for a long time as Cara grunted like a savage. Cara trembled and Rusty was sure she had climaxed. She lifted her head.
"Did you make it?" she asked.
Cara flopped over.
"Yes, but don't stop. Lick my pussy. I want to come in your mouth."
Rusty settled herself between Cara's long thighs and she cupped her tits and started licking avidly at Cara's crotch. She swept her tongue over the oval-shaped pussy. She licked at the lips and Cara moaned. She got her tongue deep into Cara's pussy and licked at the tender magenta walls. She tasted the feelings of Cara's excitement. She licked and her hands closed tightly over Cara's tits.
"Yes, yes," Cara moaned, squirming her white body. "Eat it. Lick it. Make me come. I want to come!"
Rusty drew in the wet flesh of the clitoris and sucked the juices from the bud. She sucked hard and her fingers bruised Cara's erect nipples.
Cara cried out and her juices flowed. She came and Rusty kept eating her cunt till die came again.
Rusty lifted her head and there was a subdued silence in the room.
"Was it good?" the redhead asked.
Cara grinned foolishly.
"Ask me later, after I've recovered."
Rusty stretched and her solid breasts lifted.
"Want some more?" Cara asked.
"I'm insatiable," Rusty admitted.
"Lay back. I love eating pussy."
Rusty lay back and her thighs opened once again to admit Cara's eager mouth. Rusty felt Cara's lips again take possession of her flowing fountain. She started to writhe on the floor. She could feel every tingling sensation more keener with her eyes closed so she closed them. Her hands ran up her body to her tits and die fingered her own nipples, finding them stiff as plaster. Her mouth opened every so often to allow a moan to escape. She loved this. Cara using her mouth on her most intimate part, kissing and licking.
Suddenly the earth moved. The sky moved. The ocean rushed forward, sweeping her along. Rusty grunted harshly and she stiffened and tremors rippled across her squirming body.
Barry Macay let a frown spoil his handsome features. He smelled Rusty's perfume as die sailed by and he dammed the door shut. "We had an appointment, remember?"
He watched her sit on the divan and cross her lovely legs.
Rusty opened her purse, searched for cigarettes, lit one.
"I couldn't help it, Barry. I was busy getting acquainted with Pete Daggard's girl. Couldn't take the chance of calling you.
Business before pleasure, don't you agree?"
Barry went to a chest of drawers, opened the top drawer and brought out a heart-shaped box.
"Okay, Rusty. We'll let it go at that."
He sat down on the divan beside her and opened the box.
Nestling against a bed of soft satin was a sparkling diamond necklace. Rusty picked it up and examined each diamond with an experienced eye.
"It's real," she finally said.
"A hundred thousand dollars worth," Barry told her. "It's on loan so please, don't lose it. It's going to be stolen this afternoon and we're going to circulate through the grapevine that you stole it. It'll all be carefully staged even to announcing the robbery to the newspapers. In other words, this will be hot ice and the heat will be on you."
Rusty nodded her head, understanding what Barry was driving at. Until she could find a fence to handle her merchandise, she would have to hide out and that was where Pete Daggard came in. Rusty closed the case and slipped it into her purse.
"You can let Daggard get a glimpse of the necklace but keep his hands off it," Barry warned. "There's no honor among thieves."
"Thanks," she said tartly.
He grimaced.
"Don't carry on so. I hope you're not the sensitive type, Rusty?"
Rusty said she had feelings and then grinned when he looked contrite. Barry brightened and asked her to have lunch with him.
Rusty mashed out the butt of her cigarette as he put on his jacket and ran a comb through his hair. They went out and found a restaurant nearby.
While they ate, he asked her what had happened and she told him candidly of her affair with Zelda and Cara. She did this deliberately, trying to shock him. If he was shocked, he didn't show it, much to her disappointment.
"Ritchie will give Daggard your name and then Daggard will hear it again through the grapevine after the robbery has been reported to the newspapers. He'll get your address through Zelda and then the next move will be up to him."
Barry spooned the sugar into a steaming cup of coffee.
"Unless Daggard has no connection with this secret hideout of yours," Rusty put in.
Barry shrugged. That meant they would have to start all over again, he told Rusty.
"Are you going to see Zelda again?"
Rusty nodded her head, yes.
"She's supposed to call me this evening. That may mean we won't be able to get together again for quite a while."
"That's what you think," Barry growled. "We'll manage, don't you worry."
Barry paid the check and they went out. Under the hot hammering rays of the sun, he glanced at his watch. The wheels had started turning. The newspapers would be notified and then the underworld grapevine would start humming.
Barry suggested they go back to his hotel room but Rusty turned the invitation down. Soon it would be dangerous for them to be seen together. When she did see him, it would be because it was necessary and she would have to sneak to his hotel room, making sure she wasn't being followed.
Barry knew she was right, but he wanted her and she knew it.
"It isn't right," he said in her ear.
She laughed and told him the woods were filled with women. They walked to where she had parked her car and she climbed in. He got a glimpse of white thigh and groaned inwardly. She started the car and it moved away.
Barry watched the car turn a comer and disappear. Rusty Warren was getting under his skin and Barry didn't like it. Barry was the love them and leave them type. He liked one night stands and rarely went back for helpings. But he wanted to be with Rusty again and again.
Now he was burning up for a woman. Any girl he picked out now would be a poor substitute for Rusty but Barry Macay was only human. He walked two blocks till he came to a drug store, walked in and stepped into the phone booth, where he dug out the old address book.
He leafed through the pages till he came to Janice. His trained mind brought back her image. Janice Brown was twenty-four. It had been a year since he had seen her. So, she was now twenty-five. She had chestnut brown hair that came down to her shoulders and curled inward. She was tail, slim, with high, firm breasts and long, beautiful legs ... a swinger. Barry hadn't thought he could get to first base with her but he had made that old college try and he had more than gotten to first base. They had spent a wonderful weekend together in Atlantic City.
He quickly deposited his dime and dialed her number. She answered on the third ring. Her voice was low and sexy. He introduced himself and she grew a trifle cool. She reminded him that he hadn't bothered to call for almost a year.
"It is a year," he corrected and then cursed himself for his honesty. "Look, Janice, I've been away, traveling, working, for the past year. I haven't had a chance to call anybody, honest!"
"Don't believe you." But her voice was no longer distant and cool.
"Can't I see you?"
"I ... I don't think so."
"Just for one drink?" he pleaded.
"Have you ... thought about me?" she wanted to know.
"Of course, you've never been out of my mind."
She was weakening.
"It's been a long time. You may have married."
"Who, me? Oh, no, never had the chance to settle down long enough to even get familiar with a girl."
She laughed girlishly.
"I just can't believe that."
He pleaded it was true.
"What have you been doing this past year?" she asked.
"I'll be glad to tell you over a drink."
"We can meet in a cocktail lounge," she suggested.
"I can come straight over to your flat," he said warmly. "More cozy there then a saloon with blaring music."
All resistance vanished.
"All right, Barry, I'll have cocktails ready. Or, would you prefer highballs?"
"Highballs."
He hung up and walked, whistling, out of the booth. He went and hailed a cab.
Lighting a cigarette, he settled back and thought about Janice. She had been good in bed. He knew there had to be other men during the past year. Janice was a hot-blooded jungle animal. Maybe she had learned a few tricks. If she hadn't, then Barry would teach her. He had learned a few things himself during the past year.
The apartment building was modem, almost futuristic, with marble, glass, plus steel, interlaced with red brick. He walked into the hall of the building and a humming elevator took him up to her floor.
She looked delicious in Capri pants and a white man-tailored shirt that fit snug about her jutting breasts. Her hair was taut about her well-shaped skull and ended in a bun at the back of her neck. She looked sexy as always. She smiled and her teeth were white and even.
They sat on the divan and drank highballs and made small talk while his eyes roamed over her delicious curves. He didn't hide the desire in his eyes and Janice saw and felt his hunger.
She drank her drink and remembered how he had made love. His delightful touches and kisses, his bold strokes and driving passion. He knew where and when to touch and fondle and she remembered and her loins grew hot and she ached for him.
Finally, he took her glass and put it alongside his on the cocktail table.
"Enough talk," he said, his voice a bit rough.
He took her in his arms and she feebly resisted. She felt his lips on hers and she almost melted. She felt his fingers at the buttons of her shirt and they drew the shirt apart, revealing her skin-toned bra. She shrugged out of the skirt and he reached behind her, unclasped the bra and it came away and her ripe breasts were naked to his gaze. They were two full, white globes, tipped with cherries.
His hands, warm and expert, fondled her tits and the cherry tips grew hard. His head lowered and his lips tasted her fruit. He sucked on one nipple and she sighed and her hands played with his hair. He went to the other nipple, licked it, sucked it, and bit it gently.
She jumped up from the divan and he was afraid she was going to order him out but, instead, she drew down her Capri pants and then the silk panties and she lay back on the divan, her thighs spread, revealing the mossy grotto. Her young thighs were creamy and luscious. Through the patch, he could see the inviting gash.
He knew what she wanted. It meant more to her than anything.
His hands played with her creamy thighs, stroked the tender flesh of the inner thighs. His fingers traveled through the hairy mound, felt the divide between her thighs. One finger dipped in and out of her cunt and she gasped. Another finger joined the first, moving in and out. His fingers worked, in and out, round and round. The passage was soon lubricated from her own passion. He found the clitoris and worked it till it protruded like a man's penis.
Her head rolled from side to side.
"I can't stand it anymore," she pleaded. "Please, Barry, please."
He stood up and stripped till he was nude. Then he sank to his knees, bent his body and his head was between her warm thighs.
She felt the teasing Ups on her inner thighs and she moaned. He licked near her groin and her moans were loud, filled with ecstasy. Then, when her pelvis lifted, as if begging for the ultimate kiss, his mouth came in contact with her pleasure cavern.
Janice felt the thick, rubbery tongue touch her nubbin and she closed her eyes tight as the electric shocks took hold of her, making her gasp and moan. The invader pressed hard against her passion button and she closed her hands over his ears and tried to spread her thighs wider but that was impossible. Her breasts rose and fell with her hurried breathing.
"So good," she moaned, her eyes still closed. She wriggled her bottom. "Oh, lordy, your wonderful mouth, yes. Your tongue, all around. Go deeper, love. Oh, oh, yes! Oh, I love that. You know I love that. Eat my pussy. Lick it, yes. Yummy," she moaned. She felt the roaming tongue deep in ho-love pit.
Her body stiffened and she climaxed. But she didn't want him to stop. Her hands, over his ears, kept his head in place between her thighs. She felt the tongue continue to service her. Hot fires of ecstasy danced over her entire body, making her gasp and whimper. Words, sometimes from the gutter, flowed in an endless chatter, and then, when the fires were too bright, too flaming hot, she would stop the words and, instead, moan and groan and quiver in hot delight.
The second climax was fast approaching. She welcomed it with a cry of delight and a sharp intake of breath. She kept his head in place, wanting him to keep servicing her with his knowing tongue. She wanted him to do this till his jaws ached, till she, herself, was so drained that a respite would be most welcome.
Her animal cravings were finally satisfied with her third, and most thunderous climax. She opened her eyes and saw Barry looming over her, his cock hard, elongated, and his balls swinging free and fast.
Smiling weakly, she reached for his penis, stroked it, brought it to her open snatch, and felt the stiffness of him glide into her. The rigid prick shoved past the soft gates and delved firmly into the depths of her moist, warm body. She wriggled her hips to help even though her vagina was insensitive to the feel and length of him because of her three climaxes. Her hands came up and her fingers pinched and twisted his nipples.
Barry really fucked at her cunt, his cock filling her wet passage. His balls rubbed against the canal of her ass as he fucked her. His hands took possession of her white tits and he dammed hard into her, withdrew, slammed in again. He felt her erect nipples against his palms. His ass wiggled and his cock revolved inside her pussy, the head swishing against the soft tunnel walls.
His lower back tingled. His balls ached with passion.
"Fuck me, fuck me," she said, clawing at his chest.
She twisted his nipples, stimulating him further. She wiggled her ass and used her cunt muscles to contract over his driving prick.
She felt his cock moving rapidly inside her warm pussy. Then she felt the hot gush of his seed pouring into her passage. She sighed deeply and held his head to her bosom, well satisfied.
It was evening and Rusty Warren was waiting for Zelda to show up. But she had a hunch that someone else would appear instead of Zelda. When the front doorbell rang, she took her sweet time about answering it. In the doorway was framed a tall, handsome man, with cool, blue eyes, wearing a dark blue suit.
"Whatever you're selling," Rusty said, "I don't want any."
She started to close the door.
"Take it easy, Rusty, I'm Pete Daggard. Surely, you've heard of me?"
He smiled easily, showing neon-bright teeth.
"What do you want?" Rusty asked curtly.
"Must I stand out here in the hall?"
Rusty backed to one side and Pete Daggard walked in. She smelled leather, tobacco and after shave lotion. She closed the door and watched him relax on the divan. Rusty curled up in a winged-back club chair.
"I suppose you're hot under the collar about Zelda?" she said.
Pete shrugged.
"At first, I didn't know you went that route, Rusty. Heard about you, of course. Know you're a smart little cookie when it comes to jewels. Heard you like men, never heard you dug women too."
"Never mind about that," Rusty snapped. "What do you want?"
"You're in a little jam, Rusty."
The night club owner took a flat silver cigarette case from his jacket pocket and extracted a long filter-tipped cigarette and lit it with a silver lighter.
Rusty made herself dumb. Obviously, the trick had worked. The grapevine had reached Pete Daggard.
"Me, in a jam? Because I made a pass at your canary? Don't give me a laugh."
Pete frowned.
"Forget about Zelda. I'm not a sap, Rusty. Don't be coy with me. I'm talking about a jewel robbery this afternoon. The word's out that you've been tagged. If the boys know about it then it's only a matter of time before the police get wise. They have their stoolies everywhere."
"I don't know what you're talking about," she grunted, but made sure she showed a trace of fear.
Pete spewed out blue-gray smoke.
"Why play games with me, Rusty? I won't turn you in. In fact, I can help you."
Rusty cocked her head.
"Help me? How?"
"I can find a nice place for you where you can relax till the heat is off. It'll cost you a hundred dollars a day."
So there it was, Pete Daggard was definitely mixed up in this retreat where the mobsters hid out when the heat was on. She would have to get word to Barry to let him know what the hunch about Pete Daggard was no longer a hunch, but a fact.
"I can take care of myself," she said slowly. She would have to be careful now. If she appeared too eager he might get suspicious. On the other hand, if die was too adamant about now wanting his help, then he might pack up and take off, leaving her with egg on her face. She had to accept his offer, of course, but not too eagerly. "Besides," she said, "you may be handing me a line, looking to take my necklace."
"I'm not a common thief," he said, almost angrily. "This is a business deal, Rusty. You'll need a place to stay till things cool down. Right now, you're hot. About as hot as that ice you stole."
She said she would have to think about it.
His eyebrows knitted in surprise.
"Think about it? What is there to think about?"
"I'm expecting ... a fence."
"You still have the stuff?"
She nodded her head, yes.
Pete then argued that she couldn't wait for the fence to show up because the police would nab her and she would have nothing. It would pay for her to accept his offer and dispose of the necklace afterwards, when both she and the diamonds had cooled.
She finally admitted that he was right. "Where is this hideout you're talking about?"
"You'll find out when you get there."
She borrowed a cigarette from his case and told him she would have to put the necklace away first in a safe place. She laughed when he suggested he could take care of that little problem for her. He shrugged and then asked if he could see the necklace.
She wanted to know why he wanted to see it.
"I like beautiful stones," he said with a grin. "I won't con you out of your swag, Rusty. I couldn't take a chance on spoiling my own sweet racket. I've got a sweet thing going."
She mashed out her cigarette and jumped to her feet.
"I'll be right back."
She went into the bedroom and presently returned with the velvet-lined case. She opened it and he nodded his head as if in approval.
"Nice Cape stones," he said.
She realized that Pete Daggard knew his diamonds. It was a good thing Barry had given her the real McCoy instead of a bunch of phonies. Pete would have sensed a trap if he saw fake stones and her throat would have been cut from ear to ear.
She closed the case.
"Don't get any ideas," she told him. "Before I take off anywhere, I'm going to stash this stuff away where no one but me can get it."
He shrugged and she went back into the bedroom to replace the case. He was lighting a fresh cigarette when she returned.
"I'm satisfied you're not a plant," he told her.
Rusty stared at him.
"So, that's why you wanted to see the stones."
"One wrong move and the whole set-up is kaput," he explained to her. "How can I take a chance? If something happened on this end of it, I'd end up in an alley ... besides you."
So Pete Daggard wasn't the number one boy, she realized. He was just one of the mob. There was someone else somewhere, who directed the operation. Someone who was the brains of the whole scheme.
"When do I start traveling?" she asked.
"The sooner, the better," he told her.
There was a minimum fee of two thousand dollars. This was agreeable with Rusty. She would be picked up by car tomorrow afternoon. She would have to stash her own car and have the money ready.
Pete Daggard got to his feet. For the first time since he had arrived, he seemed to notice that Rusty was more than just a client. He looked at the swell of her breasts and realized die was a desirable woman.
Rusty noticed where his eyes were.
"It's getting late," she said, "you'd better be going."
"Really want me to go?"
There was no mistaking the hunger in his eyes. He wanted her.
"I do," she said.
Under different circumstances, Rusty would have been interested. After all, Pete Daggard was a handsome man.
She saw him to the door and leaned her back against it. She would have to see Barry tonight. But first, she would have to stash the diamond necklace. She couldn't just hand it back to Barry. Pete Daggard might just want another look at it. There was always the chance that Barry's bosses might change their minds on their financial deal. It wasn't very likely, but Rusty didn't have a very trusting nature. She had learned early in life to be weary of strangers, especially when they represented the law. Keeping the necklace in a safe place was good insurance.
She would call Lester and let him hide the necklace for her.
Rusty walked to the phone, dialed a number, spoke a few minutes and hung up. She put on a bolero with wide pockets, slipped the case that contained the necklace into her purse, and went down to her car. She slid away from the curb and headed downtown.
His name was Lester Denton and he was one of the few men Rusty trusted. He was a small time fence and Rusty knew he couldn't handle the necklace so there wouldn't be any suspicion on his part when die asked him to hide the ice for her.
It was a small apartment with tired furniture and thread bare rugs. Lester Denton looked like he belonged to the surroundings. He looked older than his actual age, which was fifty-one. His hair was gray and cropped close to his an all skull. His eyes were deep and slate-colored.
He whistled at the sight of the diamond necklace.
"Wish I could take it off your hands," he said in a metallic voice. "But it's too rich for my blood."
"I've a buyer," Rusty said. "But, I don't know when he'll get here and I'm taking a little trip."
"For your health?" Lester grinned, showing jagged yellow teeth. "I heard the noise about you taking that jewelry store. Cops must be hot on your tail, Rusty."
The police didn't have a thing on her, Rusty insisted, but she wasn't taking any chances. That was why the trip was necessary.
Lester promised to keep the necklace safe till her return. He showed her out and went to put the necklace away. He made himself a drink and put on the television in the back room. There was a crime series he liked. The only trouble was, the crooks were always getting caught.
Barry let her in. He asked her if she was sure she hadn't been followed.
Rusty sank into a club chair and crossed her knees, allowing a generous display of creamy thigh to show.
"I'm not an amateur," she intoned.
Barry poured bourbon in two glasses, gave her one. He listened to the latest developments, stretched out on the divan, the glass resting on his chest.
"So far, so good."
She reminded him that he had said something about tailing her.
"Don't worry about it, honey. I'll be there tomorrow when you're picked up. I'll tail you for as long as possible. But chances are, I won't be able to follow you straight to the hideout. They won't take any chances in bringing you straight there from your apartment. First a car to one destination and then a train or plane and that's when I'll probably lose you. It'll be up to you to get in touch with me. I'll tell you how before you leave here."
"You don't seem very cordial," she observed.
He tilted the glass, finished the contents, and put it on the floor.
"You weren't very cordial this afternoon," he reminded her. "I wanted you very much," he said frankly. "I've been suffering ever since."
He didn't mention his session with Janice.
With a wry grin on her beautiful face, she put aside her drink, stood up and walked toward the divan. She sat down, her hip against his leg.
"I don't want you suffering," she said, making her voice repentant. She ran her hand along his trouser leg, past his knee, up his thigh, then placed it boldly on the front of his pants. She felt his manhood under her palm and squeezed it.
"Poor boy," she murmured, "I don't want my Barry to suffer."
She unzipped him, reached inside and found his fixture. She held it in her palm and watched it grow.
"What are you going to do?" he whispered, the excitement evident in his voice.
She slowly bent her head and ran her tongue along the length of his prick. She heard him groan. She placed the crown inside her mouth and closed her lips over the throbbing flesh and pressed her tongue against the head. Her teeth sank slowly around the cock knob and he groaned, half in pain, half in exquisite pleasure.
Her hand dipped underneath to find the sac and her fingers worked on the testicles. Her head rose and fell, her lips sliding up and down the length of the hardened dick.
The hot, wet mouth at his most vulnerable area was driving him crazy. His body heaved, out of control. He grunted like a savage. He felt like he had been skewered by a hot flaming sword. His insides melted and he trembled. All he could think of, all he could feel, was her wet, sensuous mouth, licking, sucking, biting, every ecstasy thrill to the point of contact.
"Oh damn," he groaned. "Oh, don't stop. Don't ever stop."
His hand felt under her skirt, ran up her thigh to her crotch. His fingers felt under the curtain of silk and encountered her crevice. It was warm and moist. The pouting lips, wet damp with desire. His fingers slipped gently inside.
Rusty felt the intrusion of his welcomed fingers and hot fires raged through her. Her head bobbed faster. She wanted to bring him off. The sooner the better. Because then it would be her turn. With his fingers deep inside her cunt, she worked industriously to bring him to climax. She nibbled at his tender flesh, felt the sudden jerking and knew he was due. She kept blowing his trumpet till he groaned as if in pain, and the body on the divan jerked in spasms and he spurted out the passion she had built inside him.
She gulped down all his come, swallowed every drop.
She didn't give him a chance to catch his breath. She stripped down till she was naked. She didn't bother to take his clothes off ... die was that hot. Then she climbed over him, high up so that her woman flesh was directly over his face. She wanted it now, she being too hot to lead him to a bed.
He glued his mouth to her gaping pussy and his tongue delved deep in the cavern between her luscious thighs while she moaned and rotated her curvy hips, rotating them slowly.
"Oh, so good," she moaned. "Yes, your tongue, find every spot. Yes, like that. Oh, that's all you men are good for. Yes, sucking and fucking. Yes, oh, damn, how I love that!"
Her hips rotated faster and faster. She felt his lips fasten on her clitoris and she cried out and pumped against his mouth.
She took his hands and put them on her naked breasts.
His fingers sank into her soft flesh as he sucked her oozing cunt. His lips tantalized the clit as he sucked the meat.
"Yes, yes," Rusty moaned.
"Oh, yes, suck it. Suck it! Eat my cunt. Make me come with your long tongue. Like that, good! Suck it, oh, yum!
Her ass moved wildly as he licked the clitoris, sucked on it. Her eyes glazed.
Her whole body was in turmoil. She groaned like a savage and climaxed.
She climbed off him. She wasn't finished. They had the whole night ahead of them. She made him get up and they went into the bedroom where she took off all his clothes.
He climbed onto the bed and she made him lay on his belly. She licked at his back and spine and ran her rough tongue down his back to his buttocks. She licked at the crevice, separated his half moons and tongued the ring of his anus. Her tongue worked its way in and soon he was writhing crazily on the bed, his cock fully erect. She licked his asshole, reaching underneath to find his balls and squeezed them. Then she turned him over and her mouth took over the job of pleasing him.
She licked at the glans and he groaned. She handled his balls roughly, moving them about in their sac. She licked at the ridge, at the underside of the cock, tracing the tube. She bit the base of his prick and shook her head and his cock jiggled like a bone being buried by a dog. She released the rod, ran her tongue back to the head and blew it. She sucked and sucked, bit and bit. She squeezed his testicles painfully, her teeth sinking into the resilient head of his cock. He howled but she kept right on torturing him with her teeth.
Barry heaved and his mouth worked and no sounds came out. His back arched and he drove his cock into her mouth and a hot load of semen escaped and Rusty drank it down.
Barry was exhausted.
Rusty wasn't.
But, she allowed him some rest.
She brought him a drink later and then put away the empty glass. She looked at his naked manly body.
"I'm going to make you all fucked out," she said. "You won't want another dame till you have me again."
She played with him, using her mouth and hands. She was good at it ... damn good. When he was stiff as a poker, she climbed over him and sank slowly down on his staff of love. Her hips worked, up and down, side to side, feeling the hot, stiff penis inside her vagina. She palmed his breasts and squeezed his nipples. She felt his seed pour into her passage and she grinded away at him, mixing her own juices with his.
They were both exhausted.
She rolled off him and he hugged her to him.
"You're damn good," he said.
"So are you, baby," she answered with a wink.
They kissed.
"You sure know how to make a man happy," he sighed.
"You haven't exactly made me sad."
He palmed her tit. He felt the nipple, still stiff against his palm.
"Nice fit," he said.
"I like it when you're inside me," she confided. "That's also a nice fit ... a very nice fit."
He grinned and kissed her mouth.
They heard the night noises from the street.
"I almost wish you didn't take the job," he said.
"So you could plow me without any interruption, is that it?" die laughed as she ran her hand over his chest.
"Why not?"
"Why not indeed?" she said.
"I guess we can't do anything about it now."
"No," Rusty said. "But don't worry, baby, I'll be all right. And, we'll be together again for more fun and games."
CHAPTER THREE
CELINA'S TURN
His name was Frank Slate and he had a crewcut which made him look younger than he was. But there were distinct lines at the corners of his eyes which showed he wasn't a college boy. He was a good driver and proved this by the way he weaved in and out of traffic.
With her suitcases stowed safely away in the trunk, Rusty sat in the passenger seat next to Frank Slate and studied him intently. Rusty had on a mini-skirt which showed half her thighs. Frank hadn't noticed or just didn't care. He kept his eyes on the road.
They went through the tunnel into New Jersey.
Rusty lit a cigarette and flipped the match out the half open window. She spewed out gray smoke.
Rusty kept her eyes on Frank's profile and found it rather interesting. Like most women, Rusty liked to be admired. She knew she had a good figure and most men found her interesting. But Frank Slate had either made some girl a foolish promise about staying faithful or he was queer. Rusty had a hunch he wasn't queer.
He was probably in his middle thirties, she figured. A good strong body, athletic-looking and nice broad shoulders, made her attracted to him in some way.
She finally settled back and concentrated on her cigarette.
"Did I pass the inspection?" he asked.
"Not quite," she said frankly. "You have looks, a nice build, but you seem to be emotionless."
He glanced at her, his face puzzled.
"I don't get it."
"You act like I'm ... merchandise."
"But, you are," he said brightly. "And I'm delivering you from one place to another the way a trucker delivers produce. As far as I'm concerned, you are merchandise. I'm supposed to deliver you in one piece and that's exactly what I'm doing."
Rusty wanted to retort to his remark but what could she say? After all, he was right.
Frank Slate had arrived that afternoon, took her down with her suitcases to the car, and then got behind the wheel after she got in the car, and took off. All he would tell her was that he was taking her to a house in Jersey. He wouldn't tell her anything else.
He was doing what he was paid to do ... deliver her, safe and sound, to a house somewhere in Jersey ... no more, no less.
Frank suddenly grinned at her.
"Are you angry?"
"No," die snapped, "why should I be angry?"
"Look, baby, don't think I didn't notice your figure ... I did. You've got swell legs, but I got strict orders to keep hands off. Maybe Pete Daggard has his own ideas concerning you, I don't know. But, I'm the kind that takes orders and never questions them. And, I don't disobey orders either."
He pointedly looked at her display of full creamy thighs.
"Not that I wouldn't mind knowing you better, but why take chances? My health is important to me."
Her feminine ego restored, Rusty laughed lightly.
"I had no intention of seducing you, Mr. Slate. I was just curious as to why you pointedly ignored my obvious feminine charms. I knew you weren't dead."
He laughed with her.
"I hope my explanation satisfied you?"
She nodded her head. She was more than satisfied, she was outright pleased.
They continued in silence. Then he made a right turn and the car spun onto a dirt road and continued for half a mile then stopped. There was a clearing and there was a house with smoke curling from a chimney. They got out
"How many guests do you have?" she asked.
"About fourteen. Two are on sort of a vacation. They should be back in a week."
Rusty knew what he meant by vacation. They were on a caper, a job. After they pulled their job, they would go back to their safe hideout. It was a sweet racket, all right.
She wanted to know how many gals there were to entertain the male guests. Seven, she was told, not counting Gilda. It seemed Gilda was in charge of the girls. If a guest wanted a girl for the night, he went to Gilda and she fixed him up.
The car rounded a hump and there was the hideout. There was one large building and two smaller ones. There was foliage, lush and green. A kidney shaped swimming pool with a high diving board was also for the guests' convenience. Rusty counted six men and three girls in lounging chairs around the pool. One man was in the pool. They all had on swimming attire. The girls were beautiful.
The car stopped in front of the large building and they got out. Rusty followed Harry Keating into the house. There was a big front room with leather divans, overstuffed club chairs, snake plants and thick rugs. Harry knocked on the door marked, private.
"Come on in," a gruff voice said. and lit it. So Celina liked women ... that was interesting.
Rusty finished the cigarette, went inside, walked up to her room, rummaged through a suitcase and found a halter and shorts. She stripped down, took a shower, and, in halter and shorts, went down. She found Celina in the kitchen, spilling some gin into a glass.
Celina turned, looked at Rusty's half naked figure and silently whistled.
"You have a great shape," she said huskily. "I'm happy with it," Rusty said, sitting down. "When do we eat?"
"Soon, I'm not much of a cook but it won't kill you," Celina said, sipping some gin. "Want a drink?"
"I don't think so," Rusty said.
Rusty put an elbow on the table and cupped her chin in her palm.
"How long will I be here before I'm picked up?"
"Overnight, just overnight."
Celina stared at the valley between Rusty's firm breasts.
"I'm surprised Frank didn't stay over, just to keep you company. A man would be crazy to pass up a chance to make a pitch for you. You sure are stacked."
"He had strict orders," Rusty informed Celina. "Besides, I would have put him in his place anyway. I don't care too much for men, they're too grimy and messy. They just want to stick their hot pricks in your pussy and wet your insides without giving you a chance to get any real satisfaction. I've been disappointed too many times. To hell with that. I don't care if I never go to bed with another man again."
Celina seemed to perk up. Her voice was lower, more intimate.
"A girl has to get her kicks."
Rusty winked.
"There are ways."
"That could mean anything," Celina said, smiling warmly. "You-uh-have much to do with women?"
"Am I supposed to know what you're talking about?" Rusty said innocently.
She wanted Celina to want her, to want her so desperately that she would do anything to get her. Rusty was curious about things. She wanted to know about the place she was going to. Perhaps there was a chance die could get to Barry before she was picked up tomorrow morning. If she played her cards right, she just might get the information from Celina.
Dinner wasn't much but it was filling. Later, they had gin tonics in the large, front room.
"I've let myself go to pot," Celina admitted. "Nothing to do but make it comfortable for the guests till they depart."
She drank some of her gin tonic.
"I don't even bother with make-up."
"How comfortable do you make it for the guests?" Rusty asked slyly.
The ice cubes in the glass made the outside sweat.
"Oh, once in a while I bed down with some geek who's halfway decent," Celina admitted. "What I really go for-"
Her eyes boldly swept over Rusty's figure. "Well, you try and guess."
Rusty lifted her eyebrows, let them fall. "Girls?"
Celina nodded her head slowly.
"Can't help it. Sometimes I go to the nearest town and find some hooker. I hate paying but what can I do? Look, I'm not ashamed of the way I am, I just can't help it." Rusty told Celina she wasn't admonishing her. What she did was her own business.
Celina then wanted to know if Rusty had ever indulged in indoor sports with other women.
Rusty finished her drink.
"Why do you want to know, hon? What did you have in mind?"
Celina took a deep breath.
"It could be a long night. We could shorten it, make it ... rather pleasant."
Rusty couldn't pretend she was that dumb. It was out in the open now. She spun the empty glass between her palms.
"Where are the other guests?" she wanted to know.
Celina stared at her.
"I can't tell you anything, honest."
Rusty put the glass down and got to her feet.
"I'm going to my room, hon. I'm tired." Celina reached out and gripped Rusty's arm.
"Don't, please don't be like this. I-I need you. I want you. I'll be nice to you. You won't regret it."
She licked her lips.
"You'll see, I promise."
"Sorry," Rusty said curtly. She started for the stairs.
Celina started after her, stopped her at the foot of the stairs.
"You'll know when you get there," she said, her eyes glazed with desire. "Why must you know now?"
"I have to be sure," Rusty said. "I don't know what I'm getting myself into. I was promised protection and a hideout by Pete Daggard. But, how do I know he isn't planning to kill me and steal my loot?"
Celina shook her head slowly. There was nothing to worry about, she told her. Rusty would be well taken care of at the hideout. She would want for nothing. The police would never find her. She tried to ease Rusty in hopes of pleasing her.
"No," Rusty said matter-of-factly. "You don't seem to realize that I'm in a spot and I had to take Daggard's offer. But, I still want to be sure. You can help ease my mind if you'll talk but you refuse to do so."
She started up the stairs, her hips swaying under her shorts.
Rusty went to her room. She took off her halter and shorts and lay back on the bed, one knee up, one arm across her belly, the other arm along her side. She lay there naked and waited.
It wasn't long before she heard footsteps on the stairs and then outside her door. She held her breath and then the door opened slowly and her breath escaped. She turned her head slightly and saw Celina framed in the doorway, staring at her nude body.
Celina licked her lower lip and stared at Rusty's high, firm breasts and impudent nipples, at her flat belly, the pelt between her hips, and the creamy well-formed thighs.
Celina shrugged off her robe and she was naked too. She had a good body with nice, fully developed breasts that were firm. Her nipples were a dark pink. She approached the bed, her nostrils wide, flaring, her eyes moist. She sat on the bed and her hand reached gently on one of Rusty's breasts. The skin was satin smooth.
Rusty felt the stir of desire. She had to control herself.
"I want to get some sleep, Celina," she said, her voice emotionless.
"Please," Celina begged.
Rusty shook her head and her flame-red hair moved in a glittering shower.
"Obviously, you don't trust me."
"All right," Celina gushed, "I'll tell you anything you want to know." Her hand tightened on Rusty's resilient breast. "Later." Rusty grinned without humor. "Now." Celina licked her lips.
"West Virginia ... near a town called Bensonville. There's a private airport nearby. The pilot will pick you up early in the morning and fly you there."
So, now she knew. But how to get the information to Barry. Barry was probably somewhere in the woods, watching the house. She could try to sneak out and perhaps he would make contact if he saw her leave the house alone. But she had Celina to deal with. She had a strong hunch that Celina wasn't going to let her out of her sight till the pilot arrived. Not that Celina didn't trust her, it wasn't that.
She had promised herself to Celina and Celina was going to stay with her till she was satisfied.
She would have to try to contact Barry after she arrived at her final destination.
Barry would probably follow her and the pilot to the airport and take down the plane's number when it took off. But it was a private airport and he couldn't make any inquiries without raising suspicion which would point to her.
So, it was all up to Rusty to get through to him after she got to the town called Bensonville.
Her thoughts vanished as Celina started squeezing her mounds. Her nipples perked up and became hard as Celina lowered her head and started to suck and bite them. Rusty ran her hand through Celina's loose hair. She was aroused now. She couldn't think of Barry or anything. She just wanted Celina to keep mouthing her hard nipples. It was so good. Her body started to squirm.
Celina ran her hand down Rusty's white body to the red pelt and then inserted two fingers into the gash, finding the moist passage. Celina ran her mouth down the squirming body and took away her wet fingers from the well lubricated love temple. Her tongue became intimate and Rusty moaned. Celina dug her head deep between Rusty's rounded thighs and her teeth nibbled on the love button.
"Oh yeah," Rusty moaned, "yes, it's so damned good. Your mouth, it's so wet. Your tongue ... oh yes, I like t? at. Go deep. Now, there! Yes, oh, yes! Keep it up. Don't stop. I'm ... I'm coming!"
Rusty cried shrilly and her throbbing cunt seemed to swell. She groaned and squirmed and came.
Celina planted a few kisses on the moist opening and then measured her body against Rusty's the way a man would. She started rubbing her female flesh against Rusty's vulva while her hands molded Rusty's tits.
"Quick," she gasped, "play with my nipples."
Rusty put up her hands and started toying with Celina's stiff nipples. The friction was getting to her. Cunt was moving against cunt. Wet sex flesh massaged wet sex flesh. Soon, she was moving against Celina, her fires flaming through her body. She shuddered and she climaxed and Celina reached her peak seconds later.
They lay like that, their arms entwined around each other. They kissed and Rusty patted Celina's generous hip.
"You're okay," Celina said, after catching her breath.
Rusty almost asked Celina how she had gotten mixed up with this gang but held her tongue. After all, it was none of her business. Besides, Rusty herself was a jewel thief.
Celina suddenly stretched out on her back, lifted her knees, spread her rounded thighs and asked Rusty to be nice to her. Rusty knew what she want.
The redhead cupped a full breast and licked avidly at the large nipple. This brought forth a series of low moans from Celina. Rusty bit the nipple gently and felt Celina feel for her breast and then Rusty started getting hot as Celina squeezed her mound.
Rusty went to the other breast and worked on the nipple with her tongue and teeth. She let one hand roam down the squirming body to find the thick jungle below the soft belly. She herself was very hot because of Celina's probing fingers on her firm breast. Rusty worked her head down the length of Celina's full body to the belly, dipped her tongue in the deep navel, and then descended on the full, well-rounded thighs.
In this position, Celina couldn't feel Rusty's breasts, so she switched to Rusty's thighs and buttocks. She fingered the deep channel between the buttocks and Rusty rotated her hips in response. Celina made her forefinger disappear in the humid tunnel of Rusty's rectum.
The unexpected invasion brought a cry of ecstasy from Rusty. She dipped her head and her mouth was glued to Celina's vagina. She played her tongue along the outer lips, then tantalized the labia minora, then delved deeply into the soft oozing tunnel. She licked at the leaking walls, swished her tongue around, then went to the clitoris. She pulled in the meaty morsel, biting gently down on it.
Celina tossed her head wildly from side to side. The intensity of her passion was too much for her. She wanted to endure this beautiful form of torture for as long as possible. But, her body betrayed her. She cried out sharply as her body stiffened from the torment within. Her passion gushed like a tidal wave.
Rusty fell across Celina's thighs. She was terribly hot. And Celina's forefinger was still in her asshole.
Rusty started to move her hips slightly.
"Want to make it?" Celina asked.
"Uh-huh."
Celina started moving her finger, in and out, in and out. Then she took her finger out of Rusty's anus and delved her hand underneath to find the wet pussy. It was open and invitingly warm. Her fingers jammed in, moving excitedly like squirming worms. She heard Rusty moan and felt Rusty move wildly. Her fingers kept working at the woman flesh, finding the tender spots, then concentrated on the little finger.
Celina bent her head and licked at the crevice between the half moons. Her tongue forced its way inside Rusty's puckered asshole. Her tongue went in deep, then moved about, adding to the redhead's stimulation.
"Oh, my god," Rusty moaned, "that's so yummy!"
Rusty rotated her hips crazily. Her blood boiled. She opened her mouth and bit down hard on the soft thigh that was under her face. She closed her eyes and fingers of flame ran up and down her back. Her body became rigid as plaster and she climaxed.
Rusty relaxed and her breathing was slow and even.
His name was Hank. He didn't talk much. He did help Rusty put her suitcases into the back seat of the car. He hardly glanced at Celina as he kicked the motor over and the car started up.
Rusty waved at Celina, then sat back.
It was early and the air was crisp. Rusty had a fast breakfast while Hank waited impatiently. Then upstairs where Celina helped her pack, she gave her a quick kiss, a soft fondle, and then down to the waiting car. It had been a few minutes past seven when Hank had showed up.
Now, leaving the house, on the way to the private airport, Rusty glanced at her watch. It was twenty minutes to eight.
Rusty didn't like Hank. He needed a shave and he looked unclean. There was something repulsive about him. He looked like the type who would cut a worm in half with his teeth.
Rusty was wearing a soft, cotton dress that came down to her knees. It clung to her curves but Hank, like Frank, didn't pay attention. But Rusty didn't care. Frank had appealed to her. Hank only left her cold. She smoked a cigarette and the cool air rushed against her face as Hank gave the car more gas.
"What's the hurry?" she asked.
He grunted and kept going on.
She sighed and settled back.
Soon they were at the airport. It was a two seater Cub. He piled in her suitcases, helped her in, and climbed in after her.
In a few minutes, they were flying over Jersey.
Hank seemed a capable pilot and she relaxed.
In less than two hours, they were settling on a narrow strip. She climbed out first and a mechanic with a greasy rag sticking out of his hip pocket walked over. He caught the suitcases from Hank and put them on the ground and waited for the pilot to jump down.
"Does this go into the hangar?" he asked Hank.
Hank shook his head, no. He would be taking off within the hour. He asked if a car was waiting for his passenger, meaning Rusty.
"Around the hangar," the mechanic said.
Hank and Rusty each picked up a suitcase and circled the hangar. There was a blue sedan and a man was leaning against the fender. He looked sullen and underfed. He had a pencil-thin mustache, small beady eyes and a florid face. He watched Rusty and Hank approach. He nodded at Hank and then his eyes slowly traveled over Rusty's superb figure.
"Is this the new guest?"
His voice was low as if he had a hard time talking.
"Yeah," Hank said. "Rusty Warren, Harry Keating."
Harry managed a smile. He looked at Rusty's full breasts.
"I heard we were getting a female guest. Didn't think she'd be that pretty."
Rusty didn't like the way Harry was looking at her. He was making her flesh crawl.
"Shall we go?" she said.
"Sure."
Harry put her suitcases in the back of the car and Rusty climbed in front. Harry sat behind the wheel.
"Take it easy, Hank. Be good. If not, be careful."
He laughed at his own joke and Hank just grunted.
The car took off.
"You got a gun on you?" Harry asked, his eyes on the road.
"No, why?"
"You'd have to hand it over. Only the guards are allowed to carry guns."
"Guards?" Rusty said, frowning.
"Yeah, guards. I'm a guard. It's to make sure there's no trouble. The gals can get wild sometimes. Don't want them fighting over a guest, do we?"
He leered at her, then turned his eyes back to the road.
"Gals?" Rusty said stupidly.
"Yeah, gals, girls, women. The guests need relaxation, don't they? What are you, a virgin? Didn't you ever hear of sex?"
"I think I did, once a long time ago."
"Our guests are male and the gals are there for their entertainment. You're one guest that will be deprived of such privileges. Unless you-uh cultivate one of the guards."
"Or one of the guests," she supplemented.
They went through Bensonville. It wasn't much of a town, Rusty decided.
"How many guests do you have?" she asked.
"About fourteen. Two are on sort of a vacation. They should be back in a week."
Rusty knew what he meant by vacation. They were on a caper, a job. After they pulled their job, they would go back to their safe hideout. It was a sweet racket, all right.
She wanted to know how many gals there were to entertain the male guests. Seven, she was told, not counting Gilda. It seemed Gilda was in charge of the girls. If a guest wanted a girl for the night, he went to Gilda and she fixed him up.
The car rounded a hump and there was the hideout. There was one large building and two smaller ones. There was foliage, lush and green. A kidney shaped swimming pool with a high diving board was also for the guests' convenience. Rusty counted six men and three girls in lounging chairs around the pool. One man was in the pool. They all had on swimming attire. The girls were beautiful.
The car stopped in front of the large building and they got out. Rusty followed Harry Keating into the house. There was a big front room with leather divans, overstuffed club chairs, snake plants and thick rugs. Harry knocked on the door marked, private.
"Come on in," a gruff voice said.
Harry opened the door and he and Rusty entered a small room with a desk and two chairs.
The man behind the desk was about fifty. He had a pushed-in nose and owl eyes.
"She's got room thirty-four. If she brought any luggage, bring it there."
Harry nodded and walked out, leaving Rusty in the office with the owl-eyed man.
"The name is Jules Evans," the man said. He was all business like. He didn't give a damn whether his guest was a male or female.
"Pete Daggard said to treat you right. Which, of course, was unnecessary. All our guests are treated properly. I know you'll be happy and comfortable here. I have a strong safe in case you want me to put away your valuables while you're here."
"I can manage, thank you," Rusty said. "Suit yourself," Evans said, in a manner which said he wasn't offended. "Please take advantage of our pool. The water is changed every day. If you need anything from town, one of the guards will get it for you."
"You mean I can't go to town on my own?"
"Bensonville is off limits to our guests. For your own protection, you must realize."
"Sure, you're absolutely right."
He sat back down and Rusty walked out.
It was a nice-sized room and the bedroom set was pearl-gray. There was a connecting bathroom with black and white tile and a plastic shower stall.
There was a chest of drawers and to the left of that was a liquor cabinet which Rusty put to good use. She was sipping scotch and water when there was a knock on the door.
"Come on in," she said.
Harry Keating appeared. He looked her up and down and grinned.
"I'm glad you made yourself at home. I'm going into town, want something?"
"Nope, I'll let you know when I do."
"Anytime, Miss Warren." Harry feasted his eyes once again on her opulent figure and retreated.
She was finishing her glass when there was another knock.
"Enter," Rusty called out.
A woman about thirty-two appeared. She was tall with long brown hair. She had on a halter and shorts. She had a good full figure. She seemed surprised to see Rusty.
"I was told we had a new guest in room thirty-four. I didn't know it was a woman."
"Don't let it throw you," Rusty said. "Sit down and have a drink."
She sat.
"My name is Gilda."
She watched Rusty pour scotch into a tall glass. She nodded her head when Rusty asked her if she wanted water.
"Do you know my function here?"
"I've been told," Rusty said blandly.
"It's kind of awkward," Gilda said, taking the glass from Rusty.
"Why?"
Gilda shrugged.
"Well, you're a woman and I'm supposed to supply you with girls. Kind of ridiculous, wouldn't you say?"
Rusty sat on the bed.
"What do you do in a case like this?"
Gilda smiled.
"It's sort of amusing. I mean, there are no young boys to take care of female guests. Never thought the need would arise. Besides, you might not even go for the idea if there were men for that purpose."
"I'm only human," Rusty confided. "What about the male guests? Any handsome ones around?"
Gilda's voice suddenly became distant.
"You might consider some of the beasts handsome."
Rusty put her glass down. She was beginning to catch on.
"What if one of the male guests selects you?"
"He'd be out of luck," Gilda said harshly.
"You don't like men, is that it?"
"I do not. But that is my concern, don't you think?" Gilda quickly drained her glass and stood up.
Rusty's brain was working overtime. She needed an ally. She had used Zelda, Cara and Celina to get to Daggard and to get information. Why not Gilda? Gilda didn't like men. Rusty didn't know why and didn't care. But Gilda was a full-bodied woman and she had to have sexual desires just like everyone else. She was in charge of the girls. It was possible that die used the girls for her own needs.
"Just a second," Rusty said, "the girls you mentioned are for all the guests. Well, I'm a guest. Send me one for tonight."
Gilda lifted her eyebrows in surprise. "You mean that?"
"Sure, I do."
Gilda slowly nodded her head.
"Okay, I'll pick you out a beautiful babe. How about a blonde?"
"A blonde will do nicely."
Gilda smiled warmly.
"I think I'm going to like you." She turned and walked out.
Rusty replenished her glass with scotch and a paper cup and drank it.
Cara, Zelda and Celina, three women. She had been with three women. She had enjoyed all three. But she was glad there had been Barry to plow into her with his male dick.
Now there was going to be more women. She wasn't going to deprive herself of men, not if she could help it. She would have to find someone here with a nice-sized cock. A handsome man who knew how to suck and fuck.
Women were okay. But, Rusty preferred men. Men with cocks and who knew how to use! them. She couldn't just bed down with female after female without having a good fuck with a man once in a while.
She would look around and select someone.
She didn't want Harry Keating. She knew it would be very easy to get that mug into bed with her. But, she wasn't that desperate.
CHAPTER FOUR
THE GIRLS
Rusty stripped off her clothes and put on a bikini and wandered out to the pool. The water was aquamarine under the sun. A girl in a black bathing suit dived into the pool, bobbed up to the surface and swam to the lip of the pool where Rusty was standing. She put up her hand and Rusty took it and helped her out of the pool. She took off the cap and shook out her brown hair. She was slim with good hard breasts. She looked to be about twenty-seven and very, very pretty.
"New here, aren't you?" she asked Rusty.
"Yes," Rusty said.
"What do they call you?"
"Rusty."
"I'm June. Who're you bunking with?"
"All alone," Rusty said.
"You must rate," June said.
They walked to a pair of lounge chairs and relaxed. There was a table between the chairs with a pitcher of some green liquid, plus an ash tray and a heavy cigarette lighter.
"I'm a guest," Rusty explained.
"No, I don't believe it."
"It's true," she said, mixing herself a drink and finish it.
"There are female criminals floating about."
"Never thought about it. I think you're our first female guest."
Rusty saw Gilda approaching. Gilda sure had a beautiful figure. Her full breasts hardly moved as she walked and Rusty was positive there was no bra under the halter.
"I see you're making friends," Gilda said to Rusty. "I gave instructions to the blonde. Her name is Sally. I'm sure you will like her."
She walked away.
June looked at Rusty with open eyes.
"One of those, huh?"
"I hope you're not repulsed?" Rusty refilled her paper cup.
June shook her head.
"I've had experience along that route, You'll find out sooner or later. Gilda is that way too. When she's in the mood, she select one of the girls for the night. I've had the privilege. I enjoyed it, I confess. It's rather ... different."
"I like both girls and boys," Rusty said, "How did Gilda get her position? That is, if you're free to tell me."
June lit a cigarette.
"I never asked her. I know she's clever. That always helps."
"Is Jules Evans the head man around here?"
"Uh-huh, at least he gives the orders."
June stood up and stretched. The action lifted her breasts even higher. The nipples made dents in the material of her bathing suit. Her thighs were tawny. Her legs were long and curvy.
"You sure ask a lot of questions."
"All women are curious," Rusty said.
June dived into the pool and Rusty watched her wading in the water. She didn't notice a slim man approaching till he was standing by her side. He had sand-colored hair, a dim hard-muscled body, and appeared to be about thirty.
"Didn't believe it when someone pointed to you and said you are one of us," he said, introducing himself as Jim Hanlon.
"Rusty Warren."
"Want to go for a swim?"
"Sure."
Rusty got up and noticed his eye traveling over her superb body. She followed him to the pool. The water was lukewarm. They swam the length of the pool. When they got out, he lit cigarettes for them and asked her what was her racket.
"Jewelry," she said.
"Jewelry, oh yes, Rusty Warren. Sure, Rusty Warren, I've heard of you. You're good." There was admiration in his tone.
"Things got hot, huh?"
Rusty nodded and sank down to the cement deck of the pool.
"I'm visiting here till things cool down."
"I'm in the bank business myself."
June came out of the pool. Her thighs were slim and fine and tanned by the sun. She put her arm around Jim's waist.
"My favorite lover," she told Rusty, "he sure knows how to treat a girl right."
"Better not let Gilda see you get so familiar," Jim said, laughing. "She's funny about things like that."
"She's just funny," June said, making a face.
It was getting dark and Jim looked at his watch.
"Dinner will be in another hour."
He looked at Rusty.
"How about having dinner with June and me?"
Rusty shrugged her shoulders. "Oh, okay by me."
She saw that June didn't care too much for the idea and wondered if June had fallen for the young bank robber.
"See you girls at dinner," Jim said. He cupped June's chin and kissed the tip of her nose and walked off.
"Don't tell me you have a crush on him?" Rusty asked June.
June nodded her head.
"I can't help it. I think he's divine."
"But he knows you bed down with the others," Rusty said.
"Sure, it doesn't bother him. Who knows if he cares about me the same way? It doesn't matter anyway. He's got a wife somewhere in St. Louis. But I'm crazy about him and whenever I get the chance, I spend some time with him when he's also in the mood and when I can get away with it. Gilda doesn't want any one of the girls to monopolize the time of any individual guest. So, please don't tell on me."
"Mum's the word," Rusty promised.
The dining area was a huge room filled with tables and chairs. Off to one side was the kitchen with busy cooks and bakers. The main course was chicken and saffron rice. There were side dishes of baked beans and saut'ed mushrooms. There were many wines for the individual taste.
June, Rusty and Jim sat at one table, eating and making small talk. Under the table, Jim kept pressing his knee against Rusty's. The redhead didn't encourage or discourage him. She owed no loyalty to June. Besides, Jim probably had slept with all the girls available at the hideout. But, though Jim was handsome and had plenty of sex appeal, she knew she wouldn't sleep with him tonight because of the blonde promised her by Gilda. She had to get Gilda on her side. But she also needed a male cock and she definitely was going to have Jim in bed when she got the chance.
"What does one do for recreation?" Rusty asked. She saw June's smirk and sighed. "I mean, besides sex."
"There's the gambling room run by Jules Evans," Jim said. "Roulette, card tables, dice tables. And, there are the billiard tables. You've been to the pool."
"The main thing is the girls," June said, "Right, baby?"
"Right," Jim said.
June put her hand on Jim's arm.
"How did Gilda get her job here? Do you know, Jim?"
"How come you're asking."
"I'm just curious," June told him.
Jim drank some wine.
"I think it's a job she never wanted. She once let her hair down to Barbara and I happened to pick Barbara the next night. Barbara loves to talk in bed."
"Never mind about Barbara," June said. "What about Gilda?"
"It seems Jules Evans has something on Gilda," Jim said in a low voice. "Once left a bunch of I.O.U.'s with some Reno joint and had to skip out. Loves to gamble. But she couldn't pay up so had to take it on the lamb. Now there's a syndicate gunner looking for her and Jules took her under his wing. She doesn't like it here and she doesn't like Jules. But she has no choice. It's safer here."
"I'm surprised she doesn't try to skip out and take her chances," Rusty said. "When did all this happen?"
"A couple of years ago."
"They couldn't be looking for her now," Rusty said. "Not after two years."
"Jules could always remind certain people," Jim said.
June remarked that Jules must be a rat.
Jim filled their glasses with wine.
"How about a midnight swim?" he asked Rusty.
"I don't think so," Rusty said. She drank some wine. "Why don't you ask June?"
"I've got a date with one of the guests for tonight," June said. She looked angry. "Besides, Jim asked you, not me. I guess he's too used to me. Maybe I should dye my hair red."
"Don't let me come between a romance," Rusty said, trying to keep it light. She thought the whole thing was ludicrous. June was acting like a jealous woman and that seemed ridiculous. After all, she was a common hooker and nothing more. She sort of felt sorry for June.
"How about a walk to cool you off?" Jim asked June.
"I don't need cooling off," June snapped, jumping to her feet. She walked angrily away from the table.
Jim put his hand under the table and ran it over Rusty's knee and onto her thigh.
"If you don't like swimming," he said, "we can find other things to do."
"Maybe some other time."
His hand was getting too close to its destination. She closed her thighs and then opened them on impulse. She felt his fingers creep into her cunt and she closed her eyes and sighed.
"How about it?" he said in a low voice.
"I can't tonight. But, I'll look for you tomorrow. What's your room number?"
He told her and she promised to look him up. Then she slid off her chair and stood up. She saw his face and grinned.
"You'll have to suffer till tomorrow."
"Till tomorrow, then," he said.
She winked at him and walked away.
Jim watched the sway of her hips and sighed. He hoped all the girls weren't taken. He got up and went to find Gilda.
Her name was Sally and she was pleasantly plump. She was twenty-five and her breasts were firm and well-rounded. She was in a polka dot halter and shorts and was reclining on Rusty's bed as the redhead walked in. She smiled, showing even, white teeth.
"You wanted a blonde," she said. "I hope I don't disappoint you."
"I'm sure you won't," Rusty said, closing the door behind her.
"The name is Sally."
Rusty poured scotch into glasses and added water. She didn't mind a night's interlude with Sally but it was Gilda she wanted to get close to. She sat on the bed and handed a glass to Sally.
"I'll bet you never disappoint Gilda."
Sally sipped her scotch and water and grinned.
"I'm one of her favorites," she said.
"She has an interesting body."
"Don't tell me you have a yen for Gilda? You should have said something. Gilda likes you, you're new. But you're not leaving just yet. You'll get to Gilda soon enough if you make your wishes known."
"You can drop her a line," Rusty said, putting aside her glass and running her hand over Sally's smooth thigh.
"Sure, glad to." Sally held up her glass.
"Shall I put this away?"
"Please."
Sally got up, drained her glass, put it away. Then she took off her polka dot halter, revealing two beautiful, white breasts with coral nipples. She drew in her belly and her tits protruded even more, like two creamy cannons. Then she removed her shorts. She passed in front of Rusty, then turned slowly, showing off every inch of her splendid white body. She was a real blonde. Then she lay back on the bed and waited for Rusty.
Rusty held Sally's breasts for a full moment, her thumbs gliding back and forth over the stiffening nipples. Then, reluctantly, let them go. She stood up to remove her clothes. She saw Sally's eyes go over her perfect body and then they were in bed together.
They kissed and Rusty ran her hand down Sally's side to her flaring hip. She caressed the silk-smooth thighs and then ran her hand back up and to the full breasts. Rusty lowered her head and licked at the valley between the white globes. Then she glided her tongue over one mountain, licking at the pink tip and closing her teeth lightly over it.
Sally was breathing harshly.
"Oh, that's so good. I just love that. I'm going to do everything for you, everything. Oh, oh, yes, oh, definitely!"
Rusty moved her lips down the length of the soft body, down to the parted thighs. She licked at the inner thighs, then her tongue went searching through the blonde jungle for the mysterious cleft.
Sally shivered as she felt the invading tongue find her cunt. Her thighs closed around Rusty's head. Her hands held on to Rusty's ears, threatening to tear them off Rusty's head.
"Give it to me, deeper. Oh, damn it. Oh, hot damn. Oh, yes, oh lover!"
Rusty licked at the leaking soft walls of the sex passage. She licked and tasted the juices from the blonde's excitement. She licked the inner lips, at the hooded clitoris. She searched the folds of the vagina with her unyielding tongue.
Sally tossed her head from side to side as electric shocks coursed through her writhing body.
"Oh, yes, yummy," she moaned.
She felt her clitoris being licked and sucked and her passion grew like a hot, flaming ball. She cried out as her body became rigid as plaster. She shivered and came. Then, slowly, she started to relax.
Rusty kissed the smooth thighs and lay back, her hand on Sally's white breast. She was very hot and was impatient for Sally to reciprocate. She lifted one knee, her snatch open and inviting.
Sally finally sat up and stretched.
"That was so good. Now I'm going to please you in every way."
She started to play with Rusty's breasts. She tweaked the stiff nipples. Then she bent her head and kissed and sucked the hard, throbbing nipples.
Rusty gasped as Sally captured her nipples with her mouth. She started squirming with desire. Her beautiful body was on fire.
Sally ran her hand down to the core of Rusty's body and her fingers delved deep into the redhead's cunt while her mouth kept toying with Rusty's nipples. The double stimulation made Rusty groan and her body twisted sensually on the bed. Sally finally left the throbbing nipples and soon was licking at the flat belly and the decorative navel. Her hot searching mouth lowered to the full, creamy thighs and soon she found the hot, wet target.
Rusty stiffened at the electric currents flowing throughout her body. Her thighs tightened around Sally's head. Her sensitive woman flesh felt the serpent tongue, wet and long, searching, probing, exploring. Her hips started to rotate. Her fingers dug into Sally's scalp. She groaned as she felt her cunt being tantalized by Sally's tongue and lips. She cried out sharply as she reached her peak. Then she slowly relaxed.
"Was it good?" Sally asked, kissing the clitoris.
"Yes."
"I loved doing it for you," Sally confessed. "It's going to be a memorable night. Now, turn over, please."
Rusty flopped over, showing her smooth buttocks to Sally.
Sally caressed the tight buttocks, ran her fingers over the satin-smooth mounds, up and down the crack. Then she leaned forward and started kissing the white flesh.
"That feels nice," Rusty moaned.
Sally started biting, taking nips of soft flesh, tightening her teeth. Then licking avidly at the wet skin, she sent shivers up Rusty's back. She moved her mouth to the center of Rusty's buttocks and her tongue got busy.
"Oh," Rusty moaned.
Rusty closed her eyes as the pleasant sensations coursed through her body. She felt Sally's tongue explore the canal and then dig into her asshole. She felt her muscles give and soon the tongue was deep inside her rectum.
"Oh, that's ... that's so good."
She loved the daring of Sally's tongue. How novel. Hot desire shot through her. How exciting. She started rubbing her midsection against the bed. She rubbed hard, feeling the wetness escaping from her pussy. She shuddered from the maddening thrills of the probing tongue. Then she groaned loudly and came and stopped squirming. She sighed deeply. She eventually turned over and saw Sally's bright eyes on her naked body.
"That was wonderful, Sally," the redhead murmured.
"I aim to please."
"I'm going to like it here," Rusty said, sibling with content. Then she added: "For as long as I stay here."
It was morning. Like melting butter, sunlight crept into the room. Rusty sat up and yawned. She patted Sally's naked hip and got up and went into the bathroom where she showered.
Sally was sitting up in bed when Rusty went back into the bedroom.
"Are you going to have breakfast with me?" Rusty asked, hooking her bra.
"Sure thing," Sally answered.
Sally ran into the bathroom and Rusty heard the shower going.
They went to the dining room and had breakfast. Gilda, in a sunsuit, joined them.
"How was Sally?" she asked, sipping orange juice.
"Marvelous," Rusty said.
Sally forked a slice of bacon and it disappeared into her mouth.
"Don't mind me, gents."
Rusty buttered a hot biscuit.
"I think I'll take on a different girl every night. It'll be quite an experience."
Gilda arched her eyebrows.
"You like girls that much?"
"Uh-huh," Rusty said, spooning sugar into her coffee.
"To the exclusion of men?" Gilda wanted to know.
"I'll be honest with you," said Rusty, lifting her coffee cup. "I like men as well as I like women."
Breakfast over, they walked outside.
"I think I'll go for a swim," Rusty said.
"I'll meet you at the pool in ten minutes," Gilda said. "If you don't mind company?"
"Sure, why not?" Rusty walked away.
"Nice figure," Sally said.
"I wouldn't mind some of that myself," Gilda said.
"She sure had a yen for you. She told me so herself."
Gilda licked her lower lip.
"Thanks for telling me."
Rusty changed into a two-piece swim suit, stepped into sandals and took a bathing cap with her. She went out to the pool and relaxed on a lounge chair and waited for Gilda.
Gilda arrived a few minutes later, her head encased in a bathing cap and her body half revealed by a polka dot bikini. Her breasts were full and just a third hidden by the bra. A loin cloth covered her vital area. Her navel was deep and just below was a line of down that disappeared into the loin cloth. She was earthy, sexy and beautiful.
Rusty got up and they dived into the pool. Rusty floated on her back, her tits bobbing on the surface of the water.
"I love the water," Gilda said, "don't you?"
"Uh-huh."
"Sally told me you have a yen for me."
Rusty didn't answer.
They swam to the lip of the pool and climbed out. Gilda beckoned to a passing house boy and ordered two highballs.
"Too early for me," Rusty protested.
"I'll drink yours if you don't want it."
Gilda stretched out on a lounge chair. Her thighs were long and full.
"Want another blonde for tonight?" she asked Rusty.
Rusty shrugged and said, "I'll leave it to you."
"I can come to your room instead," Gilda said, watching Rusty's face for her reaction.
"That'll be fine with me," Rusty grinned.
"There's something about you that appeals to me," Gilda said in a husky voice.
The boy appeared with a tray and they took their highballs.
"Here's how," Gilda said and drank deeply.
Rusty hesitated. She hated to drink before lunch. Then she mentally shrugged and drank a third of her drink.
"Any of the men bother you?" Gilda asked.
"Not really. There's one of the guards, Harry Keating. He just looks and makes suggestions."
"I'll cut him down to size," Gilda said gruffly.
Rusty laughed.
"No need to get violent."
She didn't mention Jim Hanlon. She had special plans for Jim. Just thinking about his fingers in her cunt was getting her a bit excited.
"There'll be plenty of men after you, I'll bet. You're quite a looker. I've been approached by two of our guests already who want a formal introduction. I brushed them off so they'll probably try to cultivate you on their own. Some of the boys are kind of rough. They'll bother you unless you put them in their place."
Rusty told Gilda that she could take care of herself. She saw that Gilda was going to act like a mother hen. Well, Rusty didn't care as long as she could get Gilda to help her. It was good to know that Gilda and Jules Evans weren't on a friendly basis.
"Is Bensonville the only town near here?" Rusty asked.
"Uh-huh, why?"
"I haven't been here twenty-four hours and I feel cooped up already," Rusty said. "There's supposed to be some rules about not leaving here. I suppose that rule is only for the guests."
"There's nothing in town anyway."
"Maybe I just don' like rules."
Gilda saw that Rusty hadn't finished her drink and asked for it. She tossed off the highball.
"What would you do in town anyway if I took you?"
"I'd see what the town is like. Anyway, I'm sure I'll enjoy the ride. Think you can help me?"
Gilda stared at Rusty.
"I work for Jules Evans. I know he won't like it. You're asking for trouble, Rusty."
"He doesn't have to know."
Gilda again reminded Rusty that she worked for Evans.
"How do you know you can trust me?" she added.
Rusty reasoned that she couldn't lose anything. But if Gilda was scared then it would be better if they forgot it. After all, Evans couldn't shoot her because she wanted to see Bensonville.
"He might get the idea that you're working for the police," Gilda said. "He'd kill you if he thought that."
"I'm just restless. Let's skip it if you're afraid."
"Just giving you some sound advice," said Gilda. "I'll provide the car if you're that anxious to go."
"You mean that?"
"Sure, when do you want to go?"
"How about this afternoon?"
"That'll be fine," Gilda said. "We'll go after lunch. Meet me in back of the house the girls use. Just get into the back seat and keep down till we're out of sight."
Rusty hesitated.
"You're going too?"
Gilda arched her eyebrows.
"Why not?"
Rusty couldn't protest or Gilda would get suspicious.
"I'd love to have company," she said.
"What the hell, I have to get away. I-I hate this place."
"Okay," Rusty said, "we'll meet where you said. About one."
"How about another swim?"
"No, I'm going to my room."
Rusty turned and walked away from the swimming pool area.
Gilda watched the redhead depart. Her loins were on fire. She wanted Rusty badly. She didn't want to wait for tonight.
She lit a cigarette and thought about Rusty naked, in bed, showing all her white charms: her full breasts, her soft belly, her rounded thighs.
Gilda was determined to have Rusty at the first opportunity. She wasn't going to wait any longer than she had to. She had an apartment in Bensonville that Evans didn't know about. It was sort of a refuge for her ... a sanctuary. She would take Rusty there once they got to Bensonville and then she would make love to the beautiful redhead.
She trembled at the idea.
CHAPTER FIVE
BED SESSION
Rusty didn't go to her room after she left Gilda. She went to Jim Hanlon's room. She found the door unlocked and went in.
She locked the door and walked to the bed where Jim was reclining. A grin spread across his face.
"This is a pleasant surprise," he said.
"I didn't see you at breakfast."
"I didn't feel like eating breakfast today," he said.
"I'll bet you haven't been out of your room."
"I haven't," he admitted.
"I told you I'd see you today."
"So you did."
He shifted, making room for her.
"I want to see what you look like."
Rusty turned back the sheet and saw his naked body. She let go of the sheet and it was bunched at the foot of the bed. She licked her lips and she gazed at his naked male body. He was well hung. He had a long tapering cock. His balls were encased in a hairy sac and his cock rested on the bag. He wasn't too hairy. He had a good athletic body.
"Not bad," she said, "you'll do."
"Thanks," he said dryly. "What about you?"
She removed her swim suit and stood there, her hands on her hips.
He looked at her full breasts and her flat belly and her rounded thighs and he was pleased.
She got into bed and he pressed against her. His prick started to harden. He played with her titties. The nipples became erect instantly. Her breasts were smooth and the skin had a fine texture to it. He swept his hands over her body, feeling her belly, her hips, her thighs. He licked at her breasts and she moaned. He realized she was a hot redhead with fires that needed to be satisfied. He licked at her nipples and she pushed her pelvis against him.
"I need a man," Rusty said harshly.
"Did you have fun with that dame last night?"
"Yes, I had fun. But, there's nothing like a good stiff prick in a girl's pussy. You can't beat that."
She reached for his penis and milked it.
"I want everything," she said.
"Sure."
"How good are you with your tongue?" she asked boldly.
"Good enough."
She released his prick and turned over.
"You can start with my ass. Lick it good. Lick my asshole. Get your tongue in there. I meant it when I said I want everything."
He patted her ass. He kissed her back and then licked down her spine to the flaring buttocks. He licked across the canal. His hands spread her ass cheeks to reveal the asshole. His tongue swept over it, wetting the elastic ring. He licked around it, then dug his tongue in. He heard her gasp. His tongue went in deep and she squirmed. He licked the rectum and squeezed her buttocks. He kept mouthing her asshole as she gasped and moaned. His own cock was throbbing now. He had his own ideas about how to fuck her. Then, he turned her over and his mouth was on her cunt.
He licked at the labia minora and she whimpered. He licked at the tunnel walls, swished his tongue around within the cavern of her pussy. He heard her soft moans. He tasted her juices and knew she was burning hot like a furnace going full blast. He stuck his tongue deep into her pussy and managed to get a forefinger into her asshole.
Rusty moaned and whimpered. Her loins were on fire. She reached for her own breasts and played with them as she felt his tongue in her cunt and his finger in her ass.
"Yes, yes," she moaned. "Suck my cunt.
Eat my pussy. I need it. I need it all. I need a man, do everything. Make me come with your mouth. Then fuck me. Fuck me good. Now eat, eat, eat. My pussy is starving for affection."
He sucked in her clitoris and she gasped. She felt the friction of his lips on the spongy red meat and she squirmed in delight. He sure knew how to eat a cunt. She had picked the right man.
Rockets were shooting off in her skull. She tossed her head from side to side.
"Oh, dear god," she said, twisting her hard nipples, adding to her pleasure. "Eat it," she screamed. "Suck my cunt. Make me come." Her whole body was feeling it. "Yes, like that." She was like one demented. She raged and whimpered and her body was screaming for release. She felt her throbbing pussy melt and she cried out and came.
Her hands came away from her breasts.
"I needed that. I need a lot more. Get your cock into me ... hurry!"
He scrambled over her and his prick went into her pussy.
"Yes," she moaned, "stuff me. Impale me. I need a prick inside me."
She started to move with him, her thighs around his waist. Her belly mashed against his.
"Fuck me, fuck me!"
She pushed and pumped and she came again and again. Her eyes were glazed with her lust.
He felt the oozing pussy drench his cock. He suddenly withdrew his prick from her soaking cunt.
Her eyes widened.
"What's the matter?"
"Turn over."
Without a word, she turned.
He squeezed her ass. He molded the buttocks. Then he pried apart her buttocks to reveal the red puckered asshole. He angled his cock and shoved into her ass. He sank deep into her buttocks.
"On your knees," he ordered.
She got to her knees and his cock went deeper into her rectum. His hands went under her and to her tits and he squeezed them as he fucked her in the ass. He twisted her nipples as he pounded away, his cock going in and out of her humid asshole. His prick was gorged with hot blood. He was hot, hot as hell. His prick felt like it weighed a ton. It was a battering ram, battering away between her ass, into her asshole ... in and out, in and out. Cock in ass, prick in rectum. His cock was monstrous. He was sure he was hurting her but there wasn't a peep out of her. He knew she was familiar with this back door action. He fucked her, fucked her, fucked her. In the ass, in the ass, in and way out. His prick was long and hard and it frictioned against the tightness of her rectum passage. It thrilled him no end. His hands squeezed her titties, her soft-hard titties. Her nipples were erect and he punished them with his steel-hard fingers.
She wiggled her ass and he pushed in, pulled back, pushed in. Her ass rotated and he jabbed in good and his cock seemed to burst open and the climax shook him to the core. He shot his sperm into her ass, hot liquid sperm. He pumped away till his balls were empty.
Rusty sighed and fell forward, white lava leaking down the insides of her thighs.
"That sure was something," Jim said.
Rusty made her way to the bathroom and washed her ass and thighs. She came back and got into her swim suit.
"You don't have to leave, just yet, do you?" he asked.
"I'm afraid I have to," she said.
"You're the greatest, Rusty."
"Thanks, Jim."
She kissed him fully on the mouth and departed.
She went to her own room and stripped and showered.
Rusty put on a pair of slacks and a white nylon blouse and carefully stuffed the folded sheet of paper into her bra. That sheet of paper was meant for the law enforcement agency in Bensonville. On it was a message to be delivered to the F.B.I. in Washington. They, in turn would contact the government agency Barry Macay worked for. Barry and Rusty had worked out this arrangement on their last night together. In case Barry found it impossible to follow Rusty to her final destination, she had orders to help her out.
Rusty saw Gilda in the dining room but didn't sit with her. She sat alone and ate her baked fish. When she saw Gilda leave, she gulped down her coffee, waited three pregnant minutes, and then left.
She circled the house where the girls stayed and found the car waiting, Gilda behind the wheel, a cigarette dangling from her lower Up. Rusty looked about to make sure no one was about and quickly got into the back seat of the car and settled down low.
The car jerked forward and took off.
"You're sure no one saw you?" Gilda asked.
"Positive."
When they were a good distance away, Gilda braked and Rusty got into the front seat. Gilda leaned forward and kissed Rusty. Responding with open lips, Rusty massaged Gilda's left breast, finding it full and firm. They broke apart and Rusty lit two cigarettes and gave Gilda one. Gilda turned the motor over and the car shot forward.
"Tell me about yourself," Rusty said. "Nothing to tell," Gilda said, concentrating on her driving.
"The gambling," Rusty said. "You still love to gamble?"
Gilda jerked her head, looked at Rusty in anger, then turned slowly to the road.
"Who's been talking?"
"Does it matter?"
"You're too curious, Rusty. You're liable to get into some trouble someday. You know the saying about curiosity and the cat."
"I'm interested in you," Rusty explained. "Can you really blame me for being curious?" Gilda didn't seem concerned.
"Just don't interfere in my life."
"You hate Jules Evans, don't you?"
"Yes, but I don't want to talk about it." There was silence for a while. Then, Gilda spoke up.
"We're coming to Bensonville. It's not much of a town."
She drove through the main street, made a right turn, and stopped.
"Guess where we are?"
Gilda was no longer angry. She looked happy, radiant. She reached over and put her hand on Rusty's thigh and her fingers squeezed.
They were parked in front of a four story apartment building.
"I don't get it," Rusty said. "Why should I guess where we are? We're just nowhere. What's the game?"
"I have an apartment here," Gilda confessed. "But that's between us girls. Jules Evans doesn't know about it and I don't want him to."
Rusty said it was all right with her. They climbed out and Rusty saw a liquor store flanking the right side of the building.
"Have any liquor upstairs?" she asked.
"Some brandy."
"No scotch?"
"Nope, but I can get some."
"Oh, I'll do that," Rusty said quickly. "You go on upstairs and get a bath ready for me, Gilda. I want to be nice and clean for you."
Gilda paused. Then she shrugged and told Rusty her room number and went inside the building.
Rusty walked back to the main street and inquired of a middle-aged citizen the directions to the nearest police station. It seemed Bensonville had a sheriff and a deputy and that was all. Rusty listened to directions and took off. The sheriff's office was two blocks away.
The sheriff's office was on the street level of a three story building. There was a partition with a desk, the old-fashioned rolled-top type, and the deputy was busy reading a newspaper. He was about forty, with brown hair, and he had on a Sam Browne belt. There was a holstered gun at his side. He looked up as Rusty walked in. "New in town, ain't you?" He introduced himself as Martin Shaw and asked her what he could do for her.
Rusty looked at the badge that said: deputy.
"I want to see the sheriff," she said.
"Ain't in right now, Miss. I reckon I can help you."
Rusty couldn't wait. Gilda was waiting for her. She took the folded sheet of paper from her bra and gave it to the deputy.
Martin Shaw was genuinely puzzled.
"Am I supposed to know what this means?" he asked, reading the message.
"That's a message for the F.B.I. in Washington. You must trust me, Mr. Shaw. Just send it to them. I can't explain now."
The deputy scratched his head.
"I reckon I can do that much."
Rusty thanked him and hurried out. She walked hurriedly to the liquor store, bought a bottle of scotch and went into the apartment building where Gilda had her room. She walked up one flight of stairs, found the number and knocked.
Gilda let her in.
"It doesn't take that long to buy a bottle of scotch."
Gilda closed the door and locked it.
"Just what the hell is going on?" she demanded to know.
"Don't be idiotic," Rusty said, opening the bottle. "There was a customer there who couldn't make up his mind."
Gilda brought two glasses and they drank.
"I have the tub ready," Gilda said.
Rusty slowly stripped while Gilda watched eagerly. Her eyes burned with lust as Rusty's naked body emerged. Gilda followed Rusty into the bathroom and watched the redhead get into the tub.
"Want me to help?" Gilda asked, her voice husky.
"That would be fun."
Gilda licked her lower lip and pushed up her sleeves and knelt by the tub. She looked at Rusty's full breasts.
"You have a terrific shape ... especially your breasts."
"Thanks."
Gilda washed Rusty's back. She used a sponge and then let it go and her hands glided over the smooth, wet back. She took the soap, lathered Rusty's pouting breasts and she rubbed away, her fingers feeling the impudent nipples hardening.
"Stand up," she said.
Rusty stood up.
Gilda washed Rusty's front and back and thighs and she was so heated up she could hardly stand it. Then Rusty climbed out and Gilda used a heavy towel to dry her. She stepped back and admired Rusty's naked body. She licked her lips.
"I can't wait," she moaned and sank to her knees, starting to kiss Rusty's naked thighs.
Rusty placed her hands on Gilda's head and spread her thighs.
"Go to it, baby."
Her hot, flaming mound waited eagerly for Gilda's mouth. Then Rusty stiffened as she felt Gilda's tongue at her most secret possession. She moaned and gasped as she felt the tongue explore avidly at her passion tunnel.
"So good," she moaned. "Oh, baby, this is heaven. That's the spot. Yes, right there."
Rusty started to rotate her hips like a belly dancer.
"Oh, damn, I'm almost there. I wanted it to last. Your tongue in my pussy ... I can't help it. I just can't ... can't help it."
She threw her head back and cried out and her body jerked wildly as Gilda's mouth drew off her hot passion. Her legs were like rubber.
"So good, that was beautiful."
Gilda got to her feet and they made their way to the bedroom. Rusty relaxed on the bed while Gilda removed her clothes.
Gilda had a full body, browned by the sun. Her breasts were large and firm and the nipples were magenta-colored. She got into bed and her hands swept over Rusty's body. The well-rounded tits, the flat belly, the sweeping hips and thighs, the curvy legs ... it was driving her mad.
Rusty spread her thighs and felt Gilda's mouth on her up-thrust tits, at the firm nipples, at her white belly and inner thighs. Then she shivered as Gilda's mouth came to her juicy deft.
Rusty moaned as Gilda devoured her cunt with hunger and passion. She was enjoying the wetness of the hot mouth, feeling the passion that permeated her body. She felt the tiny bites and she tossed her head from side to side, her body a raging inferno. Ecstasy thrills made her body throb. She stiffened and she knew she was approaching her climax. Her hips squirmed on the bed. Her back became stiff as a board and she cried out sharply.
Her breathing was uneven. Her tits rose and fell.
"I'm glad we didn't wait for tonight," Gilda murmured, her head resting on Rusty's soft breast. She patted Rusty's belly.
"You really send me. More so than any girl I was ever with."
Rusty hoped Gilda wasn't falling in love with her. She had heard of such things.
"We'd better start getting back," Rusty said, "before we're missed. We can't have anyone getting suspicious."
Gilda squeezed Rusty's breast.
"We have a date tonight, don't we?"
"You bet we do," Rusty answered. Reluctantly, Gilda got out of bed and went to take a shower. Rusty sat up and lit a cigarette. She liked Gilda and didn't want Gilda caught when Barry raided the hideout. But if she told Gilda the truth, she might turn on her and hand her over to Jules Evans. Rusty couldn't afford to take a chance. She had to look out for herself.
She was getting into her slacks when Gilda came out of the shower.
Both being ready, they left the house.
The hideout was soon in sight.
"I'll drop you off where I picked you up," Gilda said.
"Good enough."
"I like you, Rusty."
Gilda licked her lips nervously.
"I like you very much, maybe too much." She glanced at Rusty for a fleeting second. "Just who are you, Rusty?"
For a wild moment, Rusty had the urge to overpower Gilda, take the car and drive away in the opposite direction. She fought the urge down.
"Who am I?" Rusty laughed and she knew it was a forced laugh. It sounded so hollow. "Don't you know?"
"No, I don't know. You're supposed to be wanted by the police. Yet you can't wait to get away from the hideout where you're supposed to be safe from the cops. It doesn't make sense. I have a feeling that you're not what you say you are."
"Don't spoil anything, Gilda," Rusty said in a low voice. "We had some kicks together. We had a good time. Now we have a date for an all night session. Why kill it?"
"All right, Rusty, I won't press it. Just remember this, you can trust me. I hate Jules Evans."
Gilda braked the car and Rusty got out. She walked slowly around the building, crossed the grounds, sauntered past the swimming pool and went into the main building and to her room.
Harry Keating, the guard, was sitting on her bed. He rubbed the stubbles on his face.
"Hi, Rusty. Been away?"
"What the hell do you want?"
"Who, me? Nothing. I don't want a damn
. thing. But Jules Evans wants to see you. Told me to bring you to him."
"What's going on?"
"He didn't say." Harry got off the bed. "Let's go see him."
"Sure."
Rusty walked out the door with Harry right behind her.
Rusty wondered what was going on. Why did Evans want to see her? Had she slipped up somewhere? Had she made a mistake?
Rusty and Harry entered Jules Evans' office. Sitting in a chair at the side of the desk, nursing a glass of whisky, was Martin Shaw, the deputy from Bensonville. Rusty caught her breath. So, that was it, Martin Shaw was in on it.
Harry closed the door and leaned his back against it.
The deputy got up and grinned at Rusty.
"I'm afraid I never got that message off."
Rusty knew it would do no good to make up a story. They wouldn't believe her. They had her and she knew it.
Jules Evans looked angry and mad.
"You never did meet the head of our organization, did you, Miss Warren? Well, let me introduce you to Martin Shaw. He's the boss."
"What do we do now?" Rusty asked. She felt empty inside. She knew the penalty for failure in such a job ... death! What else could they do with her? She knew too much.
Jules Evans came around his desk, his owl eyes blinking.
"You little bitch! So, you came here to throw us to the wolves, did you?"
His fist suddenly shot out, catching Rusty on her jaw.
Rusty saw it coming but didn't have time to duck. She fell to the floor and rolled gently to the edge of an aperture and toppled down into a black mist. The mist was so thick and heavy it kept her from reaching bottom. She was out like a light.
Slowly, her faculties returned. There were voices and they soon faded away. She couldn't recognize the voices.
She licked her lips and opened her eyes. She saw Harry Keating. He was looking down at her. His eyes were bright and his lips were parted in an evil grin.
She tried to move but found she couldn't. She looked about her. She was in a room, unfamiliar, and it seemed she was on an old-fashioned four poster bed. Her ankles and wrists were tied to the posters with heavy cord. She was spread-eagled on the bed.
And, she was completely naked.
There wasn't a stitch on her.
There was no one in the room except her and Harry Keating.
"They wanted to bump you off right away," Harry said, "but I told them there was no hurry. You didn't contact your friends so we're safe. It's a good thing for us you didn't get to the sheriff but found his deputy instead. The deputy who is also our boss. Yeah, a good thing!"
"Harry, you'll never get away with this."
He sat on the bed and his eyes went over every inch of her naked body.
"Sure I will. You've had it, baby. Might as well get used to the idea."
"What ... what are you going to do?"
"First," Harry said, gloating, "I'm going to give it to you good. Then, when I'm finished with you, I'm taking you for a little ride. We'll find a nice deserted place and I'll leave you there, buried six feet under."
"We can make a deal," she said desperately. "There's a diamond necklace worth a hundred thousand dollars. It's yours if you help me get away."
He shook his head, grinning.
"Not a chance."
He put his hands on her tits and squeezed them, not too gently.
"Nice ... you got nice sweet titties."
She cursed him and he laughed.
His fingers were rough on her nipples.
"You're hurting me," she grunted.
He put one hand on her belly and ran it down to her loins. His fingers ran through her red forest and delved roughly into her cunt, making her wince. He dug his fingers in deep, hurting her, and she cried out in pain.
"You bastard," she screamed.
He laughed and got to his feet. He took off his clothes. He took off every stitch, even his socks. His prick was long and thin.
"I'm going to give it to you but good," he said. "When I'm finished with you, you'll know you've been laid good and proper."
He crawled over her and rubbed his cock against her thigh.
"You crazy bastard," she cried.
His throbbing cock pushed against her gaping pussy. He plunged deeply into her. He heard her pain filled groan and this inflamed him. He pumped hard, dug deep into her cunt, wiggling his behind. His hands captured her breasts and his fingers were cruel on her soft, white flesh.
To ease the pain in her pussy, Rusty relaxed her muscles, and let him do what he wanted. It was useless to fight him. The pain would only be greater. She felt impaled, stuffed like a huge, battering ram had jammed into her cunt. Even though her body was no longer tense, the pain was still there but not as before.
He pumped wildly now, his body moving like a piston. His hips moved faster and faster, grunts, savage and loud, escaped from his throat. Then he felt the explosion rocking his body. He moved even faster now, unloading his white, hot lava.
He removed his cock from her cunt and moved on his knees to the head of the bed and presented her with his slime covered prick.
"Here," he said, "lick it off."
Her eyes blazed.
"You can go fuck yourself," she screamed.
He laughed.
"If I could do that, I wouldn't need you." Then his face turned grim. "Now, listen, baby, you only have me to contend with. You think you got it rough, huh? Well, I could get every guard in here. Know what I'm talking about? A gang bang! You'll get it front and rear. You'll get it shoved into your mouth. Now you do what I want or I'll start getting the guards in here and you'll wish you'd never been born."
Rusty saw he wasn't fooling. She started licking the cream off his huge prick. She licked the lava off till his cock was free of juices. Her wet tongue had kept his cock from shriveling. It was still erect and he was hot again.
"You have a nice mouth," he said. "Maybe you should keep using your tongue on me. I think I'll have you suck me off."
He put one hand on the headboard and the other took hold of her breast. His cock was pressed against her lips.
Rusty started licking his cock again. She tongued the head, licked at the creases. Then, she began to suck on the head. As she vacuumed its round fullness, it seemed to get even larger. It was pulsing within her mouth as though it had a life of its own.
Groans were emanating from Harry's lips. He sounded as though he were in pain.
She continued to lick at the rigid head of his cock and she felt grimy fingers working on her naked breast. She had in insane desire to bite hard on his cock and try to tear the head from the rest of his prick. But she knew he would sock her and then fix her good by getting the other guards to fuck her.
Harry started moving his cock in and out of her mouth. He was grunting like a savage. His balls kept hitting her in the chin.
Rusty felt the pumping enlargement fill her mouth and throat. She knew he was on the verge of coming. Then it came, thick and wet. She swallowed to keep from choking. It poured down her gulping throat, filling her insides. She swallowed as he pumped his load into her mouth. Then, it was over.
His hand came away from her bruised breast. He had left marks on her white tit. It hurt.
"You really know how to suck," he said.
She was silent.
"It's a shame I have to fix you permanently. But you asked for it. Coming around here, sniffing like a bloodhound, wanting to betray us to the cops. Well, you took your chances and you lost."
"Enough talk," Rusty snapped, "let's get it over with."
"What's the hurry?" he said. "You eager to die?"
"Better than staying here with you," she snarled.
"Better stop that," he said darkly. "I can still call the others. They'd be glad to get their hands on a piece of fluff like you. They don't get too much cunt. The girls here are reserved for the guests. So, the guards are kind of sex starved."
"You got what you wanted," she said, her voice dull. "Let's get out of here, for Pete's sake."
"Don't you like it here?"
He grinned down at her.
"Afraid I might get some more sap running through me and want you again? Yeah, that's it, isn't it? What the hell, Rusty? You should be glad you're getting some fun before you go. Fun and games and then bang-bang."
"Fun and games for you, you mean," she said.
"Oh, yeah," Harry said. "I did have all the fun, didn't I? But didn't you like blowing me? Some dames get a kick out of licking a guy's prick. But I guess it can't be too much fun for you because you're being forced to do it. You don't have much choice, do you? With your hands and feet tied like that? You look good though. I can see everything in front. Your titties, your belly, your thighs and your sweet snatch."
He ran his hand down her body to her groin and pressed his fingers against her dewy lips.
His fingers on her cunt lips left her cold.
"Maybe you need some sucking," he said. "You like to get blown, Rusty? Like a man to stick his tongue in there, Rusty?"
She glared at him.
"Maybe I'll do you a favor and eat your cunt."
"Don't try it," she snarled. "I'll piss in your mouth."
"Don't try it, you don't want to get me mad, do you? You keep forgetting the situation you're in. Just one word and this room will be filled with men-"
"Okay, okay," she said quickly. "Do what you want. But get it over with. I ache all over."
His head lowered to her bosom and he started licking her creamy breasts. He licked at her nipples and despite herself, they started to stiffen.
Rusty didn't want to get emotionally involved with this beast. But she couldn't help it. Her breasts and nipples were erogenous zones. She started to moan despite herself. Her body was betraying her. She felt his lips on her erect nipples and it felt good. She felt it all the way to her cunt. She knew if she were untied she would writhe and squirm and wouldn't try to get away. Her body loved this stimulation, lips on her nipples and soon bps on her cunt. She was a hot bitch and she couldn't help it.
He nibbled on her breast buttons and she moaned like crazy. He backed his way down to her loins. He smelled the musky odor of her womanhood and he felt excited. He had more plans for Rusty.
Rusty felt his tongue in her grotto and die closed her eyes as crazy thrills ran through her.
He was licking at the wet heat of her cunt. His tongue pushed against her tender peach-pink tremulous flesh. He enjoyed eating pussy. He loved the taste and smell of cunt.
A strong current ran through Rusty's spread-eagled body. She moaned as he drew her clitoris into his mouth. She shivered as he sucked at her spongy, leaking meat.
"Oh, oh, yummy, oh," Rusty moaned.
Rusty was going crazy. She was soaring skyward.
"Soon, soon," she cried out.
Her body rippled with passion. The full tide of her excitement carried her over the crest. She cried out and climaxed.
He studied her naked breasts as they rose and fell with her uneven breathing.
"Had a good time?" he asked.
"Good enough."
"You're going to miss all this," he said, his face grim. "After you're dead ... men, fucking, sucking. Getting your hole stuffed with a good sized prick. And dames, you like dames, huh? I heard you had Sally, a real hooker. So you will miss both, men and women."
"I'll bet you tortured insects when you were a kid," she said.
"I have a mean streak in me, sure." He shrugged his shoulders. "So what? I don't have to apologize to you. But don't you worry about it, baby. Soon you won't be worrying about anything."
"Why don't you give me a break?" she pleaded. "Listen, we can go away somewhere. We can have a hell of a time."
"You think so?" He laughed harshly. He took out a pocket knife and saw the look on her face. "Not yet, baby."
He cut the heavy cord that bound her to the posters. He tossed the knife away.
"Don't try anything funny or I'll have the guards in here in a second."
Rusty rubbed her wrists.
"What do you want?"
"One more session and then we're on our way."
"Is that why you freed me? So I'd cooperate?"
"Naw, but I can't have you flat on your back for what I want. Now turn over, Rusty. I'm going to fuck you again, this time in the ass."
She knew it was useless. She turned over and waited for his attack.
He fondled her ass, patted the cheeks. He started slapping them, making the half mounds quiver. Then he played with his cock till it was hard and thick. He positioned himself, his knees on either side of her hips. He prodded his cock against the crack of her ass. He pried apart her buttocks to expose the red, puckered asshole. He rammed in and she groaned from the dry assault. He got his hands under her to feel her breasts and his body moved so that all of his cock was buried in her ass.
At any other time, Rusty would have enjoyed it. But she knew this was her last sex act. It was one sided and she couldn't enjoy it because she knew he intended to kill her afterwards.
Harry moved his hips, forcing his cock in and out of the humid anus. He gripped her tits, bruising them.
Rusty winced from the pain. She tried to relax so that it wouldn't hurt so much. But she was tense because of his intentions to kill her and it was hard to ease her ass muscles.
Harry jabbed in deep, wiggled his prick inside her ass, withdrew till just the knob was inside, then lunged, bruising her rectum. He was brutal in his attack and he didn't care if he hurt her or not. All he wanted was his own pleasure. His cock went in and out, in and out, and his hands tightened on her full breasts, hurting the white mounds.
He bit her neck and shoulders as he punished her with his hard prick. He was sweating now. His body moved clumsily, his prick shoving her back passage, bruising the tender flesh. Then he stiffened. He gasped and shoved in deep and a load of come escaped from his penis and flooded her asshole. He withdrew, then lunged again and another load shot out. He pumped in and out of her buttocks till he was empty.
His hands came away from her tits. His fingers had left angry, red marks on the globes. He climbed off her and got dressed.
"That was really something, wasn't it?"
He went to a chair and gathered up her clothes and threw them on the bed.
"Get dressed, we're going places."
Rusty glared at Harry.
"I'll get you somehow."
"Sure you will, now get dressed!"
She put on her clothes and he showed her a pearl-handled automatic.
"Don't try anything, Rusty. If you do, I'll just kill you sooner."
He motioned to the door and she went out, Harry behind her.
There was a car parked in front of the building. They got in front, Rusty behind the wheel. She made a tight U turn and drove away. "Head for town," Harry told her.
She drove silently. She was scared. Fear, like a dark shroud, clung to her. Her fingers were tight on the wheel.
"Now, turn off," Harry said.
There was a full moon overhead.
Rusty made a sharp right turn.
"Just a few yards," Harry said. He tapped Rusty's shoulder when he wanted her to stop. "Now, let's get out and stretch our legs." They got out and Rusty faced him. She saw the gun in his hand. She saw the way he was fondling it. She thought Harry was a little crazy.
Rusty heard a car's motor. Harry heard it too.
It was a black sedan. It stopped along side Harry's car and Gilda got out. She was wearing a sleeveless bolero with very wide pockets. She stared at them and her hands went into the wide pockets.
"What the hell do you want?" Harry asked angrily.
Gilda approached them.
"It's all off," she said, her eyes on Harry's face.
"Really?" Harry asked. His gun was still pointed at Rusty. "Who said so?"
"Evans," Gilda said. "He says you should bring her back."
Harry shook his head.
"I don't believe you."
"I won't argue," Gilda said.
She quickly took the gun that was hidden in her pocket and squeezed the trigger. The impact of the bullet sent Harry reeling. His gun flew from his hand.
Rusty ran to the gun, picked it up. Then she slowly walked to where Harry was laying. She felt for his pulse. There wasn't any. He was dead. She looked up at Gilda.
"Did Evans really send you?"
Gilda shook her head, no.
"I couldn't let you die."
CHAPTER SIX
SEX INTERLUDE
Rusty was soaking in the tub in Gilda's apartment in Bensonville when Gilda returned after ditching the car. Gilda helped dry Rusty and covered her with a blanket as Rusty stretched out on the bed.
"Did I thank you?" Rusty asked.
"Yes."
"How did you know what was going on?"
"I heard from June that you were a plant. Then I saw you leave with Harry and I knew he was going to kill you. So, I followed you."
"I'm tired," Rusty said. "I'm tired and I'm hungry."
"You want to sleep or shall I fix you something to eat?" Gilda wanted to know.
"I think I'll get up and eat something."
Gilda found a robe and Rusty put it on. They went into the small kitchen. There was tuna, sardines, crackers, butter and hot coffee. They sat at a formica-topped table and they both ate.
"You're sure they won't find us here?" Rusty asked.
"I'm sure," Gilda said, sipping some coffee. "Did ... did Harry rape you?" she asked.
Rusty nodded her head.
"I'm glad I killed him."
She put her coffee cup down.
"I stuck my neck out for you. You know that, don't you?"
"I know, and I am grateful."
Then Gilda demanded Rusty tell her everything.
It was the least Rusty could do. She told Gilda about the government agency that hired her to find the hideout where the top criminals had disappeared to.
"I suppose you're going to turn me in too?" Gilda said.
Rusty shook her head, no.
"I couldn't, not after the way you helped me. You'll have to get out from under. Just go anywhere your not known."
"Sometimes you get tired of running."
Gilda got up and walked into the living room where she sank into a club chair.
Rusty cleared the table, washed the dishes, and went into the living room and sat down on the sofa.
"You haven't much choice, Gilda," she reasoned. "At least, you'll be out from under Evans' thumb. I'm sure that episode in Reno has been forgotten."
"What are you going to do?"
"I'll have to get in touch with Barry Macay. He's the man I'm supposed to contact."
"Better let me do it," Gilda said. "I can move about more freely than you. When Harry doesn't return they'll look for him and find him. Then they'll search Bensonville."
"All right, put a call through to Washington. It'll be quicker that way. They'll know what to do. I'll write it out for you."
Rusty got busy with paper and pen while Gilda poured scotch into a glass.
Gilda put on a light tan coat and went out. Soon it would be over, Rusty said to herself. She went into the bedroom and removed her robe. She stretched out on the bed. She had been through too much excitement the last couple of days. When this was over, she would take a week to recuperate. Maybe she would try the Virgin Islands. She had been there before and had liked it.
She turned on her side and fell asleep.
When Gilda came back, she found Rusty asleep. Well, she had done what Rusty wanted. She had blown the whistle on Evans and Shaw. It was only a matter of hours before the law swooped down on the hideout.
Gilda made herself a highball. It was late. It was after one and she was sleepy. She drank her drink and went into the bedroom. She tried not to make any noise as she undressed but Rusty started to toss in her deep and then opened her eyes.
"I didn't want to wake you," Gilda said, taking off her half slip.
Rusty sat up.
"How long did I sleep?"
In bra and panties, Gilda sat down on the bed.
"I don't know. I wasn't here when you went to bed. I haven't been gone an hour so you couldn't have slept much.
"What time is it?"
Gilda told her. Twenty minutes after one.
"How was it when ... when Harry raped you?" Gilda asked.
"Painful."
Gilda lowered the blanket slightly and stared at Rusty's beautiful breasts and noticed the bruises.
"The swine, I'm glad he's dead."
The proximity of the redhead's body was getting to her. She reached out to touch Rusty's full, firm breasts.
"I'm not in the mood," Rusty said, laying back, "I'm beat."
Gilda took off her bra and panties. She jumped up to turn the lights out and got into bed with Rusty. She felt Rusty's warm enticing body against her own.
"I can't wait."
Rusty chuckled.
"It'll be hell for you, waiting. But it can't be helped. I'm sore inside because of that beating, front and back."
"He gave it to you in the ass?"
"Yes, without ointment."
"The bastard."
Gilda pressed herself against Rusty.
"Just let me lay close to you. I want to feel your body against mine. It'll be tough but I'll keep my hands off."
Rusty put her arm around Gilda's shoulders and Gilda placed her head on Rusty's naked tit. They fell asleep.
When Rusty woke the next morning, she felt great. A tranquility descended over her. It was all over by now. It had to be. She would know soon enough. She shook Gilda's curvy shoulder.
Gilda opened her eyes.
"Good morning, Rusty."
"Good morning."
"You hungry?"
"Uh-huh."
"I'm hungry too, but not for food."
Gilda ran her tongue over Rusty's breast and started to lick the nipple.
Rusty owed Gilda so much.
"Want me to do something for you?"
Rusty asked, her hand caressing Gilda's back and shoulders.
Gilda's lips came away from Rusty's crispy nipple. She nodded her head wordlessly.
Rusty instructed Gilda to lay flat on her belly. Gilda obeyed while Rusty sat up. Rusty licked at the space between Gilda's shoulder blades. Then she ran her tongue down Gilda's back, all the way to the curving buttocks. Her tongue wandered over the pink mounds, found the deep channel and ran up and down and finally plunged in deep.
Gilda whimpered at the novel invasion. She wriggled her hips and rubbed her vulva against the mattress. It was so good. She started to moan. She couldn't help it. That wonderful tongue was doing such delightful things to her.
Rusty kept it up for a long time.
"I'm so damn hot," Gilda moaned. "But I don't want to make it this way."
She turned around, her thighs open, her body inviting.
Rusty started kissing the soft inner thighs, licking at the tender moist flesh. Her tongue went to the groin, through the brush, and darted inside the wet cave, past the cunt lips. Rusty heard Gilda's gasp and she fluttered her tongue inside the wet cunt, making Gilda squirm.
"Eat it," Gilda screamed. "Eat it. That's the way. Eat it. Eat my pussy. Eat it up. Yes, oh, damn!"
Her body went through many frenzied contortions as Rusty feasted on her soaking pussy. Lips sucked in the woman penis, sucked in the protruding meat, sucked in the throbbing muscle, and sucked and sucked on the erect button, drawing off the elixir of passion from the throbbing cunt.
Rusty fondled Gilda's heavy breasts. She fingered the erect nipples and squeezed them lightly. And as she toyed with Gilda's tits, she ate her cunt. She devoured Gilda's cunt. She lapped at the juices that ran from the oval shaped vagina. Her tongue was everywhere, searching, licking, probing. She sucked at the clitoris, tasting the sweet-sour meat.
Gilda squirmed and shuddered.
"Oh, yummy, it's so good."
She closed her eyes tight as a hammering pistoned through her white heated body. She tossed her head from side to side as violent explosions rocked her. She cried out and spasms shook her to a very heavy climax.
Gilda slowly opened her eyes.
"I love your hands on me."
"Let's have breakfast. I'm starved."
"How about some wheat cakes with butter and maple syrup?"
"Sounds great," Rusty said. "I feel like having a big breakfast."
During breakfast they listened to the radio. There was nothing on the local news about a raid on the hideout.
"You're sure you got through to Washington?" Rusty asked, worried.
"I got through," Gilda said.
She saw how anxious Rusty was.
"I can call the hideout and see who answers. I have Evans' private number. If he picks up the phone, then the raid didn't come off."
"It must have," Rusty said stubbornly. "You leave it to me. I'll call from outside." Gilda went to get dressed and Rusty found herself with the dishes again.
Rusty was on pins and needles till Gilda returned.
"Well?" she said, impatiently.
"The raid took place," Gilda said, flopping on the sofa. "They were all caught, including Martin Shaw."
"How do you know?"
"I called Evans' private number and an unfamiliar voice answered. I asked for Barry Macay and he got him for me. I told him I knew you and he's sort of anxious to see you. He told me about the raid."
"How do you know you talked to Barry?" Rusty wanted to know. "You don't know his voice."
"But you do," Gilda pointed out. "I told him to sit tight and I'd have you call him. If you don't recognize his voice, then hang up quick before the call can be traced."
"Will do," Rusty said as she sat on the club chair near the phone and Gilda gave her Evans' private number. Rusty dialed and then she heard Barry's voice. She nodded her head at Gilda and then spoke into the mouthpiece.
"Barry, it's me, Rusty."
"Where the hell are you?"
"In Bensonville."
"Give me the address and I'll come right over."
Rusty covered the mouthpiece with her palm and spoke to Gilda.
"He wants to come here. Is it okay with you?"
"He's law," Gilda said. "He'll take me in."
"No, he won't. Leave that to me."
Gilda hesitated, then nodded her head slowly.
Rusty took her palm away from the mouthpiece. "Barry, you have to promise me something."
"Anything, kitten."
"The girl you spoke to before. I'm in her apartment. She saved my life, Barry. She was working at the hideout but only because Evans had her under his thumb. I don't want her arrested."
"That's a tall order," Barry said.
"You have to promise me."
"I guess I can swing it."
"Make sure you come alone."
Barry was getting impatient.
"For Pete's sake, stop the nonsense. Just give me the address."
Rusty gave it to him and hung up.
"You're sure you can trust him?" Gilda asked, pouring scotch into two tall, frosted glasses.
"Barry is all right," Rusty said, winking at Gilda. "Even though he's a man."
Gilda gave a glass to Rusty.
"Maybe I should duck out now?"
"Don't be silly."
Rusty tasted her scotch.
"There's no reason to run. Not now anyway. Someone at the hideout is bound to talk but till then, you're safe. Barry will keep his word. He went looking for big game and he got it. He should be more than satisfied."
"And I was small fish in a big pond, is that it?"
"Something like that."
Rusty went into the bedroom to dress. She borrowed a dress from Gilda. It was low and showed off the upper halves of her smooth breasts.
Rusty put her hands on her hips.
"How do I look?"
"Divine."
There was a faint glimmer of suspicion in Gilda's eyes.
"Exactly what is Barry to you?"
"A dear friend."
"How dear?"
"Are you jealous?" Rusty threw her arms around Gilda and kissed her. "You know I like men. I've told you. Barry and I have been to bed together. It was wonderful."
"Oh," Gilda said, "It was wonderful?"
"And it was wonderful what I had with you. No need to be jealous. Barry was just one of many."
"You like your sex, don't you?" Gilda was slightly annoyed but tried not to show it.
"Yes," Rusty admitted. "I like my sex. I'm healthy and normal and I appreciate a good romp in bed. Makes no difference if my partner is a man or a woman."
"Thanks for nothing," Gilda said, her annoyance plain.
"Gilda, please."
Rusty kissed Gilda on the cheek.
"What we have can't last anyway. You'll be departing for parts unknown. We'll probably never see each other again. Gilda finished her scotch and grinned sheepishly at Rusty. She asked Rusty to forgive her.
"There's nothing to forgive," Rusty said. Gilda relaxed on the sofa. She crossed her legs.
"Tell me something about your boy friend."
Rusty laughed.
"He isn't exactly my boy friend."
"Is he-is he good in bed?"
"Yes," Rusty murmured, "very good."
"Does he do the things I do?"
Rusty nodded her head. She sat near Gilda and put her hand on her shoulder.
"He does everything," Rusty said eagerly. "Tell me, have you ever been with a man?"
"Sure, I'm not a virgin." Gilda was rueful. "It was always a washout. The beasts always thinking of themselves, hurting you and not caring. I hate all men!"
Barry wasn't like that, Rusty told Gilda. Barry was careful and considerate. He was a good lover and he did everything for a woman. Gilda shrugged.
"Why should that concern me?"
"Maybe you won't be so bitter towards men," Rusty suggested, "if you really enjoyed yourself with one?"
Gilda caught her breath. Was Rusty crazy? Was she suggesting that she go to bed with Barry? She didn't even know the man. Besides, she found all men repulsive. Why, the idea was revolting.
"You can give it a try," Rusty said. "It'll be fun. The three of us. Look, you don't have to worry about him hurting you."
"Oh sure, you're going to .guarantee it."
"Maybe I can" Rusty grinned. "I told you he does everything. Well, he can work on you like a woman would. You know? With his mouth? Think about it. What have you got to lose?"
"Sounds promising," Gilda agreed.
"Then it's all right with you?"
"What if he wants to get inside?" Gilda asked, shuddering at the prospect of a man's huge cock in her vagina.
"Only with his tongue," Rusty said.
"Okay then, it's all right with me. But what if he doesn't go for our little arrangement?"
"Oh, he will," Rusty said, "in fact, he'll do anything I want. I have a little trinket that I have to return to him. A diamond necklace worth a hundred thousand dollars."
"He may not go for a bit of blackmail," Gilda said. "He may get mad and tell you to go to hell. He's a cop, remember? Cops are funny. He may haul you in with the rest of the gang. I think it's a wrong move. Men don't like women to be too smart or shrewd."
"Let's wait till he gets here and see," Rusty suggested.
There was another round of drinks and Rusty was positive that Gilda was looking forward to the session with Barry.
Barry Macay walked in and Rusty threw her arms around his neck and showered him with kisses. She introduced him to Gilda and then pushed him into a club chair.
"Now, tell me everything," she said.
"There isn't much to tell. The F.B.I. got your message and contacted us. We raided the hideout at four this morning."
"It wasn't on the radio," Gilda chimed in. He glanced at Gilda and seemed to see her for the first time. He saw a well-rounded girl with firm breasts and nice, long legs.
"It'll be released sometime in the afternoon. There's a few people we still have to pick up. Don't want to warn them, do we? It'll be all over by this afternoon and then we'll call in the press."
"Want a drink?" Rusty asked him.
The handsome blonde-haired man nodded his head.
"I'll get it," Gilda said.
"We found a body between here and the hideout," Barry said to Rusty. "One of the guards, a man named Harry Keating. He'd been shot. Know anything about it, Rusty?"
"Nope, I met this Keating at the airport. He drove me to the hideout ... a very unpleasant chap. But, I don't know anything about his death."
Gilda brought Barry his drink.
"Hope you like scotch."
"I love it."
He drank a third of his drink.
"Rusty told me over the phone you saved her life. Exactly what happened?"
Gilda hesitated and looked to Rusty for assistance.
"It's a long story," Rusty said, sitting on Barry's lap. She took his glass and drank some of his scotch and handed the glass back to him. "I'll tell you about it sometime."
"I think I can guess," Barry said. He looked at Gilda. "You shot this Keating to save Rusty, right?"
"She doesn't have to answer that," Rusty said angrily.
"I'm taking your word for it that your life was threatened," he said to Rusty. "I won't arrest her. But at least let me have the facts so it'll be clear in my mind."
Rusty looked to Gilda for permission and when Gilda nodded her head, she told Barry everything. How she had approached the deputy, Martin Shaw, and who turned out to be the boss of the outfit, and how Harry Keating had raped her and then taken her out to be shot. She would be dead now if Gilda had followed them and shot Keating.
"You really went through hell, didn't you?" Barry asked, awe in his voice. "I'm glad you got through it all with a whole skin."
"No bullet holes if that's what you mean," Rusty said, getting off his lap. "Want to see?" Barry laughed.
"Not now, there's things to do."
"It can't wait," Rusty said seriously.
Barry looked at Rusty and then at Gilda. He seemed amused.
"Don't tell me I'm a prisoner?"
"A love prisoner," Rusty said, "do you mind?"
Barry looked at Gilda.
"Are you in on this too?"
"I have a problem," Gilda said boldly. "I don't care about myself. But there's a way I can use you to my satisfaction."
"Really?" Barry said coldly. He stood up. "And what if I don't feel like playing?"
Rusty slid up to Barry. She put her arm around his waist.
"It won't be any good if you get sore. Can't you sympathize with Gilda?"
"I don't like lezzies," Barry said.
Gilda flushed. She started to retort but thought better of it.
"Barry," Rusty said, "I have something you want. And, I'm not talking about my body.
I mean that diamond necklace. It's stored away where only I can get it. So, think about it."
Barry's face was grim.
"Real cute, aren't you?"
An impish smile played about Rusty's face. "You'll end up loving the whole bit and you know it."
Barry sighed. He knew she had him. There was nothing else he could do but obey her. f What the hell, it might be fun, forced to make love to Gilda. So, she was a lezzie, so what? She had a woman's rounded body. Her breasts were nice and full. He was sure she wasn't wearing falsies. Well, he would soon find out for himself.
When they saw he had given in, they marched him into the bedroom and undressed him. Gilda stepped back and looked at his naked body with a critical eye."
"Not bad," she said, "I've seen better."
Barry quickly got into bed and pulled the blanket over himself.
Rusty and Gilda undressed and they pulled the blanket off him and tossed it on a chair. They got into bed and Rusty started to fondle him. Gilda lay on her side and watched.
Rusty kissed him, ran her tongue into his mouth, explored the roof of his mouth. Her hand caressed his chest and pinched his male pebble nipples. She darted her hand to his dormant cock, fondled it, squeezed his balls gently and his manhood started to rise.
Gilda watched, fascinated, as Rusty licked the throbbing rod from stem to stem, licking along the underside, stimulating the tube, darting her tongue over the crown, forcing the tip of it inside the piss hole.
Rusty's head bobbed, her tongue fluttering against the hard object within the cavern of her wet mouth. She scratched at his inner thighs, at his twin balls, squeezing the balls within their sac, thus adding stimulation to his reeling senses.
"Oh god," Barry moaned, delirious with desire. His body was a network of tangled humming wires, jolting his nervous system. He jerked his cock in and out of her open mouth. He felt her saliva drip along the side of his prick. He groaned and grunted like a savage in heat. His balls felt enormous in their bag of flesh.
Rusty bobbed her head up and down, her mouth entertaining Barry's elongated prick. She kept fondling his balls, squeezing them, rubbing them against each other.
"Oh, oh, oh god," Barry moaned, writhing crazily.
His cock was a huge monster and it throbbed in that luscious wet mouth that clung and sucked and nibbled. His chest was hurting him as if he had run a mile without stopping. He tried to draw in breath. He couldn't. He was all tensed up. His prick trembled. He wanted to come. He had to come. It was hurting him now.
Rusty heard him gasping and knew he was approaching his climax. She kept bobbing her head till she felt the spurting of his hot passion. Her throat worked and she gulped down the seed.
Barry relaxed and looked at Gilda.
"You don't seem shocked."
"I've seen everything there is to see," Gilda said.
"And you never got excited when a man was involved?" he asked.
"That's my business," she answered.
"Let's keep it friendly," Rusty pleaded.
Gilda mumbled an apology.
Rusty kissed Barry's chest.
"How about being nice to Gilda? You know what I mean. The way I serviced you."
"Sure, why not?"
Gilda paused.
"I don't know if I can go through with it."
Rusty became annoyed. She told Gilda there was nothing for her to do but relax. She could close her eyes and make believe it was another female making love to her.
Gilda lay flat on her back, her arms crossed over her head. She closed her eyes and spread her thighs slightly.
Rusty moved to the foot of the bed where she could view the scene better. She could see the gaping wound of Gilda's cunt, the inner lips and the pink beginning of the valley of love.
Barry started to play with Gilda's breasts.
"Do you have to do that?" Gilda asked, her eyes still closed.
"I have to get in the mood," Barry explained. "And it will help you get in the mood."
Gilda kept silent after that. It was not till Barry started kissing her rounded breasts did she start to moan. She kept on moaning till the very end because she couldn't help it.
Barry molded the firm breasts with his hands and kept kissing them and then he started chewing on the magenta nipples. He heard her moans and was pleased. He was getting to her. It was what he wanted. He had an idea he could do more than just suck her pussy.
Rusty was getting excited and felt like getting into the act but decided this was just between Gilda and Barry.
Barry lowered his head and made little circles on Gilda's white belly with his tongue. He dipped into her shadowed navel and she seemed to like that because her moans became louder. He caressed her thighs and they spread even more, giving him full access to her secret parts. His tongue went to her soft thighs and he moved one hand up her body to caress her tits. His tongue wandered about and found her hot sacred flesh.
Gilda gasped as he swept his tongue along the inner lips, caressing the glands which released the secretion that lubricated her vagina. She started to rotate her hips.
Barry devoured her woman's tiny penis. The meat was succulent. He licked it, bit it, sucked it. He was very hot now. He loved sucking cunt and it always made him hot.
Gilda felt his hot, wet mouth on her most secret flesh and she was going crazy. She thought the top of her head would come off. She arched her pelvis and she groaned like an insane savage.
Barry ate greedily like a hungry man. He knew she would soon make it. He wanted her to remember this particular climax. It was probably the first time a man had sucked her pussy.
He clung to the meat with his teeth and lips, chewed on it, and heard her cries and felt her thighs tremble against the sides of his head.
Gilda trembled like a leaf in a storm. She stiffened and cried out sharply and it was all over.
Barry sat up and looked over his shoulder at Rusty.
"Enjoying the show?" he asked.
"Yeah, tremendous, aren't you glad I persuaded you?"
"Not yet," he said, "maybe later."
Rusty knew what he meant.
"Do you want to make love to me?" the redhead asked Barry.
"Right now, I feel like giving it to Gilda," Barry said candidly.
"That's out," Gilda cried out, "I don't want your prick in me. I don't want any man's cock inside me."
"Well, that's what I feel like having right now."
"You just feel that way because of my attitude," Gilda said.
"That's not true," Barry said, shaking his head. "You're a beautiful lady with a great body ... very appetizing. I'd be crazy not to want you. I'm only human. You're beautiful, Gilda, you're very desirable."
Gilda was secretly pleased by this but she still refused to let Barry lay her. She had been pleased with his recent performance. As long as he didn't get too demanding, she was happy.
Barry saw he wasn't getting any place with Gilda so he dropped the subject. What the hell, there was always Rusty. She was an excellent piece of muff. She was terrific in bed.
CHAPTER SEVEN
LOVE TRIO
They watched television later, Rusty on Barry's lap. Rusty got bored quickly and soon was squirming on Barry's lap. She felt his manhood against her sweet behind. She put her hand underneath and found his tool. He was limp and she pouted.
Gilda laughed at Rusty.
"Having trouble?"
"It seems so."
"I'm not superman," Barry explained.
"Just a while back," Rusty said, "you wanted to screw Gilda. Or, have you forgotten?"
"That was different," Barry said.
"Sure," Rusty said, "forbidden waters, something new. Am I old hat to you now?"
"Don't be silly," the blonde man said. Rusty jumped off Barry's lap and switched off the set.
"I'll need your undivided attention."
She walked slowly to where he was sitting, sank down to her knees and put her head in his lap. She studied the veined instrument, that was limp, yet could grow to enormous size with the proper stimulation. Her mouth soon got very busy.
Gilda watched with amusement.
The hot tongue on him was doing things to Barry. He knew he was dealing with an expert at cock sucking. Soon, he was at rock hardness.
Rusty started to get to her feet.
Barry begged her to finish him off but Rusty was adamant. It was her turn now and she had no wish to weaken him so that he couldn't, or wouldn't, service her. She pulled him to his feet and marched him into the bedroom. Then she called in Gilda.
Gilda walked into the bedroom.
"You're sure you want me here?"
"Uh-huh, I have an idea."
Rusty gave directions and they quickly responded. Barry lay in bed, on his back. Rusty straddled him, guiding his hard cock into her passion pit. Gilda squatted over Barry's face, facing Rusty.
Barry's mouth was glued to Gilda's vagina while Rusty moved up and down. Barry's hard cock impaled in her cunt.
Gilda decided to add a bit more novelty and started to play with Rusty's breasts. She tweaked Rusty's stiff nipples while Rusty moved her hips from side to side.
Rusty suddenly leaned towards Gilda and they kissed, their tongues fencing with each other. Just as suddenly, Rusty broke away, threw her head back, baring her teeth, and the climax hit her like a thunderbolt.
Gilda felt Barry's wet, rough tongue deep within her pussy and she took Rusty's hands and put them on her breasts. Rusty pinched Gilda's nipples and this helped bring her to climax.
Rusty and Gilda got off Barry's body and leaned against each other. It had been wonderful.
Barry was still as he looked up at them. He had guessed that Rusty and Gilda had become lovers. He remembered that Rusty had gone to bed with Zelda, Daggard's mistress, so he wasn't too surprised.
Rusty sighed and realized that Barry's cock was stiff as a poker. Fluid was leaking from the piss hole. He hadn't climaxed. She winked at Gilda.
"Want to help Barry out?"
"Sure," Gilda said easily. "I'll get a hankie."
"I don't want any hand jobs," Barry said gruffly.
"Then Rusty will have to take over," Gilda said. She looked pleadingly at Rusty. "You know how I feel."
"Use your mouth," Rusty urged.
"Oh, I couldn't do that."
"Try it," Rusty said gently. "Just try it for a while. If you feel you can't go through with it, then stop and I'll take over."
"I ... I don't want him to come in my mouth."
"I understand."
Gilda put a tentative hand on Barry's monstrous prick. It was slime-covered. It was wet as if he had come and was still coming. She realized it was slimy because of the fluid leaking from the slit in the crown and that it had been recently encased in Rusty's hole. She started to manipulate the instrument. The loose skin went up and down, covering the crown, uncovering it. She lowered her head slowly.
Twice Barry had serviced her with his mouth. She had enjoyed his sucking her cunt both times. She was grateful. She did want to repay him. Perhaps she could.
She opened her mouth and took him in. It wasn't distasteful. She tasted the wetness from his piss hole and from the passion juices of Rusty's climax. She started to use her tongue. She licked at the ridge, at the head, at the glands. She licked along his veined cock. She heard his groans and realized what this meant to him. She knew how it felt when a tongue serviced her cunt. It was wonderful. A man must feel the same thing.
Her teeth closed over his spongy head. He groaned louder. Her head bobbed and she was amazed she wasn't bothered by what she was doing. She nibbled on the cock head, using lips, teeth and tongue.
Barry arched his back. The wetness of that sweet mouth was playing havoc with his nervous system. He groaned like a madman. He pushed deeply into her mouth.
Gilda bobbed her head faster.
"I'm going to make it," Barry groaned.
Gilda quickly lifted her head and Rusty took over.
It was just a matter of seconds before Barry burst forth the hot seed and he jerked his hips wildly till he was drained.
They rested after that and Gilda finally fell asleep.
Rusty nudged Barry and they both walked naked into the living room and Rusty made two highballs. They sat on the sofa.
"I expect you to keep your word," Rusty said.
"You mean about not taking Gilda in?"
"Uh-huh."
"We got all the big fish," he told the redhead. "We're more than satisfied. Your friend, Gilda, is free as a bird."
"I only wish it were so," she sighed.
"Now what's eating you?"
He drank some of his highball.
Rusty told Barry about the I.O.U.'s that Gilda owed a gambling joint in Reno and about the gunman who was after her.
"I'll check into it and let you know what's up," he promised. "Maybe I can get my agency to come up with the money she owes. After all, we do owe Gilda something. If she hadn't stepped in to save you, we'd still be out on a limb, not knowing where the hideout was."
Rusty wanted to wake Gilda to tell her but Barry made her sit still and drink her highball.
"Tell her later, she's asleep. She must be dead tired after all that sex. I know I am."
"I think you're wonderful, Barry."
"Sure, and I get better every day."
"I mean it."
He took her hand and held it.
"Can I ask you something?" he said looking into her eyes.
"Go right ahead. I have no secrets from you."
He asked her if she had slept with Gilda. "Yes, don't tell me you're sore?"
"Nope, I just figured you had. Just wanted to make sure. I was curious. I don't own you, Rusty. I guess no man ever will."
She squeezed his hand.
"You're very understanding, Barry, I think Gilda likes you."
"There's one more thing I want from Gilda," he said meaningly.
She nodded her head. She understood.
"You want to get in? You want your dick in her pussy?"
"Yeah, I have a yen for her. Just once is all I want. Just want to feel it inside her. Maybe you can persuade her, Rusty. She listens to you. Maybe she's in love with you."
"She has a phobia about men."
"You can convince her, you convinced her to french me."
She looked at him and grinned.
"All I can do is to try. Let her sleep for a while and then I'll talk to her. While I talk to her, you stay here, out of sight, understand?"
"Sure."
They put on the television set but there wasn't a damn thing worth watching. Disgusted, Rusty switched the set off and made another round of highballs. She sat near him and felt good. She liked Barry. She liked the way he made love. He pleased her in every way.
He slipped an arm about her waist and cupped her breast. The skin of the mound was satin-like in texture. The nipple was pointy and crisp. He rolled the nipple between forefinger and thumb. It started to get hard. He wondered if she was oversexed. He saw sure that he was. "Better save it for Gilda," Rusty laughed. "Would you believe me if I told you I was excited?" he said, his fingers still playing with her crispy nipple.
"So soon? And you told me before you weren't superman."
"I guess I was wrong."
She got to her feet and told him to wait there. She walked into the bedroom, her naked hips swaying enticingly, and paused by the side of the bed. She then sat on the bed and nudged Gilda's smoothly curved shoulder. The skin was smooth and cool.
Gilda opened her eyes and saw Rusty leaning over her.
"Hi, Rusty, what time is it?"
"I don't know. Does it matter?"
"I guess not. Where is Barry?"
"In the living room, having a highball," Rusty said.
"I could use a drink myself."
"Gilda, I want to talk to you."
"Okay, talk."
Rusty told Gilda how Barry was going to try and help her with the gambling spot in Reno.
Gilda was pleased. She told Rusty it would be a load off her shoulders if Barry could fix things.
"He's been rather good to you, hasn't he?" Rusty said.
"Damn right."
Rusty took Gilda's hand.
"Barry likes you. He likes you very much. He hasn't demanded much of you, really. You know that, don't you?"
"Yeah," Gilda answered, seeing that Rusty was leading up to something. "Please get to the point."
"Barry wants you."
Gilda gasped. "Oh, no, I couldn't. You know I couldn't. I-I hate to refuse him anything. He's sweet. He's been nice to me. But, Rusty, I couldn't let him-you know-get inside me.
"You did something for him before," Rusty reminded her. "You thought you couldn't suck his cock, but you did. It wasn't so terrible, was it? Maybe you even got a kick out of blowing him."
"That was different."
Rusty shook her head.
"You're wrong, Gilda. You have this fear of men and it's wrong. Look, I'm not trying to tell you to forget about women. I like women sometimes. I don't feel it's wrong. But I have men too. It's abnormal to be afraid of men the way you are. If you go with Barry and there's no hurt, and if you enjoy it, then you'll be cured. Don't you see that, Gilda? You'll be cured."
"I just couldn't," Gilda cried.
"Do it for me."
"Does it mean so much to you?"
Rusty nodded her head.
"We owe Barry a lot. We've had a swell time together. He has this yen for you and he can't help it. It's wonderful to be desired. It's something in your favor."
"It'll hurt, I know it will."
"Remember how we worked it before," Rusty said. "Same deal, just close your eyes, and feel, and enjoy. You'll end up loving it, I know you will, baby."
"Will-will you stay here?"
"Sure, I love to watch."
"It'll help if I know you're near," Gilda whispered.
Rusty kissed her lips. She touched Gilda's breasts.
"Do you have any lubricating jelly?"
"In the bathroom."
"You leave everything to me. Now close your eyes and keep your luscious thighs spread and your knees up."
Rusty went into the bathroom, got jelly, and told Barry to come with her into the bedroom.
Barry saw Gilda's open body, waiting for him. He looked at Rusty and she nodded her head.
"Be gentle," Rusty said.
"You don't have to tell me."
He climbed onto the bed and positioned himself.
"Wait."
"What is it?" Barry asked.
Rusty squeezed some of the jelly onto her palm and then massaged his throbbing stiffness. She put the tube on the night table and took Barry's rod and guided him to the open cavern.
Gilda stiffened as she felt the first touch of his cock.
"Relax," Rusty urged, "it'll be better if you relax."
Barry moved slightly, inching his way in.
"It hurts," Gilda moaned. She didn't open her eyes.
"No, it doesn't," Rusty said. "He's barely inside. Just the head of his prick. You're fighting it, Gilda. Don't fight it. Relax, baby, relax. Now, keep your thighs spread."
"All right," Gilda muttered as if in great pain. "Go ahead. It's all right, I'll be okay."
Barry inched his way in more and more. He felt the tightness clinging to his cock.
Rusty watched his prick disappearing inside Gilda's hairy cunt.
Barry put his hand on Gilda's left tit and massaged it. The nipples stayed soft. He started to move his prick in and out of her cunt. It was very greasy because of the jelly Rusty had applied.
"Does it hurt?" Rusty asked Gilda anxiously.
"I-I don't know."
Rusty looked at Barry.
"I think it'll be okay now."
Barry was deeply entrenched now. He started to wiggle his hips. His cock kept moving in and out of Gilda's warm, moist cunt. He kept squeezing her left breast. The nipple awakened and became hard.
Gilda opened her eyes and saw him looming over her, felt his prick inside her pussy. She passed her hand over his chest. She found one of his nipples and pinched it. There was no pain in her, just a wonderful feeling. Her body responded and she started to move.
Rusty ran her hand over Barry's moving buttocks. It was working. Gilda wasn't afraid anymore. In fact, she was cooperating with Barry.
Gilda was moaning deeply now. Her body was on fire.
"Give it to me," she said. "Give it to me good. Yes, harder. Give it to me harder. Oh, I can take it, yes, faster and faster."
Her body was moving wildly now, her belly slapping against his. Her thighs were tight around his waist. Her heels hammered against his back in a wild frenzy. She had never felt like this before. She cried out and thundered to a climax.
Barry dug in and wriggled his hips and his passion spurted wildly into her, flooding her cunt.
Rusty slapped his buttocks.
"You're a sex machine, Barry. I'll bet you can go on forever."
Barry rolled off Gilda and stretched out. "That's what you think. I can sleep for a week now. I'll never be the same again."
"Oh, shit."
Rusty put her hand on Barry's thigh and grinned across his body at Gilda.
"How do you feel, baby?" Rusty asked Gilda.
"Just fine," Gilda groaned, showing her teeth. "I think I'm cured. But one has to make sure." She passed her hand over Barry's chest and down to his belly. "Barry will have to stick around before I can get my diploma. He may have to stick around for a long time."
Barry groaned.
"You girls will have me in an early grave if I don't get out of here and soon."
"You're staying the night, Rusty said. "You're our prisoner."
"Our love prisoner," Rusty corrected.
"Can't we go out for dinner?" Barry asked. "We'll come right back, I promise."
Gilda looked at Rusty.
"He may try to get away."
"We'll keep an eye on him," Rusty promised. "And, if he does get away, we'll still have each other."
"That's an idea," Barry said eagerly. "You girls must be tired of me by now."
"We'll let you know when we're tired of you," Gilda said, getting out of bed. "Come on, let's go out and have dinner. It's the least we can do for poor Barry."
Poor Barry got out of bed and dressed.
"Is there a decent restaurant in this city?"
"I know a couple of places," Gilda said. "There's one place just a couple of blocks from here. The food isn't fancy but it's good. At least, you won't get poisoned."
Rusty was dressed. She borrowed some lipstick from Gilda and ran a comb through her red hair.
They walked to the restaurant. The food was good just as Gilda had said. They had thick steaks, green beans, green salad, and coffee.
"The day went fast," Barry said, after lighting a cigarette. The waiter cleared away the dishes.
"Well, we did stay busy," Rusty said innocently.
"I wouldn't have missed it for the world," Gilda sighed. She lit a cigarette and blew out the smoke. "Too bad it can't last."
"Nothing lasts," Rusty said.
It was dark outside. People passed back and forth outside the large front windows. Rusty felt a little sad. She, Gilda and Barry ... they would soon be going their separate ways. She liked them both. She was very fond of them. If she ever got married she hoped it would be to a man like Barry. Of course, she really never expected to get married. She liked her independence. And she couldn't see going to bed with the same man every night. She would tire of him. She was sure she would get bored with Barry if she kept seeing him indefinitely. She would itch for someone else. It had happened before.
There were too many men in the world for her to stick to just one man. She wanted to try them all. Or as many as she could till she gave up the ghost.
She would miss Gilda. But Gilda would find someone else. Gilda was too beautiful to want for sex. Maybe Gilda would try other men now that she had tasted Barry.
"A penny for your thoughts," Gilda said, seeing how preoccupied Rusty was.
"Not worth a penny," Rusty said.
Barry paid the check and left a tip and they walked out.
It was getting cool. Rusty slipped her arm through Barry's. They headed for Gilda's apartment.
"I know I'm not going to get much sleep tonight," Barry said.
"No, not much," Rusty agreed and Gilda laughed.
The liquor store was open and Barry bought some bottles and they went up to Gilda's flat.
"There's something that I want to do," Gilda said as Barry poured scotch into three tall glasses.
"I guess there's something we all want to do," Rusty said slyly. She patted Barry's ass.
Gilda sipped her scotch.
"Remember when I blew Barry? I didn't finish because I didn't want him to come in my mouth and you, Rusty, took over for me. You remember, don't you?"
"Sure, I remember," Rusty said.
Barry sat in a fat club chair and sipped his drink.
"I remember too. What about it, Gilda?"
"Well, I want to try again. With no assistance from Rusty."
Gilda's eyes were bright. She swallowed some scotch.
"I want to do everything with you. Barry, I want it all, the whole bit."
"Suits me," Barry said.
"Barry, don't you have some time coming?" Rusty asked him.
"A couple of weeks, why?"
"In the restaurant, I was thinking about how we soon have to part, the three of us. Well, let's have as much fun as we can. Take the two weeks now, Barry. The three of us can have a wild time for two weeks."
"That's a swell idea," Gilda remarked.
Barry shrugged.
"You girls will fuck me to death."
Rusty sighed.
"What a way to go."
"Okay," Barry said, "I can swing it."
"Good. Gilda and I will take off tomorrow morning and head for New York. You make your arrangements with your bosses and then meet us at my apartment. Okay?"
"Will do," Barry said.
"I hope we don't tire of each other," Rusty said. She was thoughtful. "We can become jaded with each other."
"Oh, what the hell?" Gilda said. "It was your idea. Don't throw cold water on it, Rusty."
"I was just thinking out loud," Rusty said. "Well, don't," Gilda said.
She put aside her glass and started to strip. She took off her dress, half dip, shoes and stockings. She got rid of her peach-colored bra and loved the way Barry was looking at her exposed white rounded breasts.
"You have a terrific shape," Barry said.
"I'm glad you like it," Gilda murmured.
She stooped and tugged down her nylon panties. Then she was nude. She put her hands on her hips and turned slowly.
"You like what you see, Barry?"
She asked it brazenly. She wanted Barry to desire her. She wanted him to want her flesh, her body. It thrilled her to know this handsome blonde giant had a yen for her.
"I like it very much," Barry said.
Gilda faced Barry.
"Want to go into the bedroom, Barry. Or is that drink more important?"
Barry put aside the glass and stood up. He started to strip.
Gilda looked at Rusty.
"Join the party."
Rusty laughed and got to her feet. She undressed.
Naked, they all went into the bedroom.
Barry lay back on the bed with both girls on either side of him. It was Gilda who took over. She started sucking on his nipples and fondling his penis. In no time, his prick was hard like a rock.
"I guess you're really cured," Rusty murmured.
"I guess I am," Gilda said, "thanks to you and Barry."
She licked her way to his belly and then she fondled his balls while her tongue licked at his cock. She licked his crown and then bit it gently. Barry started groaning. His body was a storm thundering and his thighs trembled as she licked his throbbing prick.
Rusty started playing with Gilda's breasts. She fondled the creamy globes and hardened the nipples with her fingers.
Gilda sucked harder on Barry's cock. She was very hot now. She was stimulated by the feel of his prick in her mouth and the touch of Rusty's fingers on her awakened nipples.
Rusty squeezed the crisp nipples gently.
Gilda tried to swallow Barry's male pride. She felt the length of his cock almost down her throat. She didn't gag. She bobbed her head and squeezed his balls.
Rusty ran a hand down Gilda's back to the rounded buttocks. Her finger traced the crease between the cheeks, found the asshole, and wormed in. She started working her finger in and out of Gilda's rectum.
Gilda felt the invasion of her ass and it felt swell. She bit and nibbled on Barry's pulsing cock. She heard his savage groans and kept sucking, wanting him to come in her mouth. She was going to swallow all his come, every last drop. If Rusty could do it, so could she.
Rusty kept playing with Gilda's asshole, her finger moving in and out of the humid passage.
Barry groaned and plunged his cock deep into Gilda's mouth. His balls were heavy with sperm.
"Oh, yummy."
He closed his eyes tight as the hot, terrific sensations ran through his moving body. His prick throbbed and pulsed and then a load of scum ran into Gilda's mouth. She tasted his sperm and it was thick and slimy and she swallowed it till his cock was dry and no longer moving.
Rusty withdrew her finger from Gilda's anus.
"That was terrific," Barry said.
Gilda let his cock rest on her open palm and watched the tool shrivel up. She bent her head to kiss it.
"Lick it clean," Rusty said.
Gilda licked the prick clean of sperm.
"That's one way of washing a man," Rusty laughed.
Gilda stretched and her rounded breasts lifted and her nipples winked. "I feel great," she said. "I feel free, so free."
Rusty palmed one of Gilda's breasts.
"Barry can't be of much use now," she said. She felt the nipple nestle against her palm.
Gilda laughed.
"You forgot about Barry's mouth."
"That's right."
Rusty squeezed the tit and then let it go. She looked down at Barry.
"Feel like sucking off a poor working girl?"
She ran her hand down to the limp worm that was his dick. She lifted it, let it fall. It draped over his balls.
"I love sucking off working girls," Barry laughed.
Rusty straddled him, high up. Her cunt mashed against his face.
"Okay, Barry, here it is, my pussy. It's nice and wet ... just waiting for your wonderful mouth. Eat it. Suck my cunt. Eat it all up. I want to come in your mouth. I want pussy juice all over your lips and tongue."
Barry started eating her cunt.
Gilda played with Rusty's firm breasts and then put her head between them and started sucking at Rusty's stiff nipples. Gilda loved the crisp nipples in her mouth. She heard Rusty gasp and whimper and she was pleased. She bit gently on the nipples.
Barry kept sucking Rusty's open cunt. He swished his tongue about inside her love tunnel tantalizing the sensitive walls. He licked at the erect love bud and drew the meat into his mouth.
"Oh, oh," Rusty was moaning.
Lips at her nipples and a knowing mouth at her cunt. She drew in her breath sharply. She rotated her hips.
"Eat it, eat it, eat," she screamed.
Her body melted. Her thighs and legs turned to rubber. She closed her eyes and came. Her juices ran and flowed and her cunt was a flowing fountain.
Barry kept licking her soaking cunt and Rusty kept moving her hips. She came a second time ... and then a third time. She finally fell away, jaded.
"That was good," she moaned, "so good."
"We make a good team," Gilda said.
"Now I'm going to sleep," Rusty said.
"So am I," Barry sighed.
"Oh, no," Gilda wailed. "Why, we've just started."
"We have two whole weeks ahead of us," Rusty said. "Save something, will you?"
Gilda started playing with Barry's male pride.
"Can't you get it up? If I suck on it, that may help."
"You're sex crazy," Barry grunted.
"You two did it to me," Gilda said. "Let's not go to sleep now."
Her fingers worked on Barry's cock.
"Don't abuse him," Rusty giggled.
"You two," Gilda said. "It's a plot to ruin me."
"Cool that pussy off," Barry said. "We'll all be together tomorrow night. You can wait? Just think of cool breezes and far away islands and calm seas. That should cool you off."
"But I don't want to be cooled off," Gilda protested.
"We're both beat," Rusty said. "You'll knock yourself out if you don't take a rest."
Gilda walked to the bedroom window and opened it wide. A cool breeze bathed her body. The moon was full and the color of lead.
"Put out the lights and go 'to bed," Barry called out.
"What good is going to bed with two pooped out people?" Gilda asked. "Just one more sex session, that's all I want. Is that too much to ask for?"
"Okay," Barry grunted, "but I can't fuck you."
Gilda ran to the bed.
"What will you do for me?" she asked eagerly, her hands going over his body, feeling his chest and belly and limp cock.
"I'll suck your cunt," he said.
She straddled him the way Rusty had done before. She lowered her cunt to his face.
"Here, eat it. Eat it!"
His tongue penetrated her pussy and she gasped. He licked at her tunnel walls and she flowed. He took in the meaty clitoris and sucked on the wet flesh that was semi-hard. He sucked as she writhed and she played with her own breasts. She twisted her nipples, hurting them as she pushed her vulva against his working mouth.
"Eat it, eat it!"
She grunted and whimpered. Her climax was earth shattering.
"Okay?" Barry said as she got off him.
"Okay," Gilda said. She kissed him on the mouth.
"Now, let's get some sleep," Rusty said.
CHAPTER EIGHT
CRIES OF ECSTASY
A cab took them from the airport to Rusty's apartment.
"Look through my things," Rusty invited, stripping off her clothes. "Maybe you'll find something that will fit you."
Naked, Rusty went into the bathroom and showered. She came out in a terry cloth robe.
"I found a couple of dresses," Gilda said. "But that's about all. I didn't have much at the apartment. Most of my clothes were at the hideout."
"Then we'll do some shopping. We have to spend the afternoon some way. And, I love dropping, don't you?"
Gilda looked a bit embarrassed.
"I don't have much money, Rusty."
"Don't be silly. I'm getting plenty for exposing the whereabouts of the hideout. You buy whatever you need and don't worry about it."
Gilda took a shower and then put on the dress she borrowed from Rusty. They took a cab to Herald Square and spent the rest of the afternoon and part of the evening shopping.
They were laden with packages when they got back to Rusty's apartment. Gilda tried on everything. She was pleased with her purchases.
"There's nothing in the refrigerator," Rusty said. "And just a few cans in the pantry closet. Want to go out to eat?"
"I hope there's a restaurant nearby," Gilda said.
"There's a nice French one."
"Let's try the French place."
They walked to the restaurant and sat at a striped table cloth-covered table. Rusty ordered chicken in wine sauce and Gilda ordered venison. They ordered a bottle of Rhine wine.
"We've been through plenty," Gilda said. "And I knew we both need a rest. But I wish Barry was here now. Know what I mean?" She drank some Rhine wine and winked at Rusty.
"I know what you mean," Rusty said. "Barry might meet us tonight at my flat. I hope he has sense enough to stick around in case he finds us out."
"Don't you downgrade him."
Rusty laughed.
"You really got hot pants for him, don't you?"
"I think he's sweet."
They finished their meal and went back to the apartment.
They made highballs and watched TV.
It was late when Barry showed up.
Barry kissed Gilda, then Rusty, "Why are you so late?" Rusty wanted to know.
"The boys raided an apartment uptown and I went to have a look. It's a high class joint, whips, dildos, and everything. There was a wheel there that took us quite a time to figure out what it was for."
"Sounds fascinating," Gilda said.
"It can give one ideas," Barry said, sitting on the sofa and Rusty pressing a highball into his hand.
"Have you got any news for Gilda?" Rusty asked.
"Yes, she's in the clear with that Reno joint. They've forgotten all about her."
"I'm sure glad to hear that," Gilda said. "Tell us about this joint you raided," Rusty said.
Barry drank some of his highball.
"It was run by a high class madam. And the clientele were the richest boys in the city. You had to be wealthy to afford those prices. And you got what you paid for."
"What about the equipment you found?" Gilda asked.
"I told you, dildos, whips, everything."
"And that wheel?" Rusty asked.
"You wouldn't believe me if I told you," said Barry.
"What was it for?" Gilda wanted to know. Barry grinned.
"For the captive maiden."
Gilda looked at Rusty. "I'm fascinated."
"So am I," Rusty said. "Think we can get a look at it?" she asked Barry.
"Well, I have a key to the apartment. The boys already took off. But I'd rather stay here and make love."
"We can make love there," Rusty said.
"I suppose we can," Barry said, slowly finishing his drink.
"Come on, slowpoke," Gilda said, shaking her shoulders. "Let's get going. I want to see what you're talking about."
Barry got to his feet.
"Why are women so curious?"
Rusty and Gilda didn't answer him. Instead, they hustled him out and down to his car. Barry drove uptown.
It was a tall building, modern and futuristic, with steel and glass and brick and in the lobby were snake plants in huge pots and two banks of elevators.
The elevator hummed its way up to the seventh floor and they got out. They walked down the long winding corridor till Barry found the door he wanted. He used the key and then they were inside. He switched on the lights. "Some joint," Rusty said.
There were thick carpets, drapery, nudes on the walls, black walnut furniture. They went through the apartment and were amazed at the splendor they found. One room resembled the inside of a sheik's tent. There were pillows thrown around and in a comer were a pile of harem costumes. Gilda picked up one costume. It consisted of a transparent jacket without buttons and a pair of harem pants with slits in the legs and sides.
In another room, they found the wheel Barry had told them about.
The wheel was actually a rack and straps protruded from the hubs. Under the wheel were mats placed on the floor.
"What's it for?" Rusty asked.
"Want me to show you?" Barry asked, grinning.
"Looks like something diabolical," Gilda said.
"It is," Rusty said, finally catching on. "The girl is spread-eagled over the wheel at a certain angle so that her ass is hanging down. Then these wood props are removed."
"Don't tell me the rest of it," Gilda said, visibly excited. "The man sits or lays underneath, on the mats."
Rusty looked at Gilda.
"Feel like being the captive maiden?"
"Uh-huh."
They all stripped their clothes off. Gilda stretched herself over the wheel and Rusty strapped her ankles and wrists to the hubs. Gilda was in a sitting position against and around the rack. Her hanging ass was the lowest part of her white body.
Barry knelt down on the mats and started to play with his prick.
"I'll do that," Rusty murmured. She knelt and started to massage his cock till it was hard and pulsing.
Barry ran his hands down Gilda's naked back and over the soft cushions of her naked ass. There was a slight strain on her part because of the position she was in and she was sweating slightly. Barry ran his fingers between her buttocks and her skin was very soft there, tender and moist.
Gilda was moaning for the attention she was getting.
Barry managed to insert a forefinger into her anus.
Gilda gasped.
Barry's finger went all the way in.
Rusty removed the wood props and the wheel started to move and Gilda was lowered, her ass meeting Barry's prick.
As Barry's cock was sliding and pushing its way into Gilda's asshole, Rusty knelt over his face.
Barry was quite able to keep up with the two girls.
He began nibbling gently at Rusty's cunt lips. After a while, the nibbles progressed to vicious bites. He sucked in her cunt lips while his tongue played with her clitoris.
As he was eating out Rusty, he continued furiously pumping away at Gilda's asshole. Gilda would sit and pull herself up by the straps, keeping up with the quick thrusting beats they started with.
Gilda cried out and came. But die kept moving to bring on Barry.
"My tits," Rusty cried out, feeling her orgasm near. "Someone play with them before I go crazy."
Barry managed to work his hands under her and up to her tits. He massaged Rusty's breasts and pinched the erect nipples, leaving his nail marks as signs of her courage.
Barry kept pounding away, his prick going in and out of Gilda's stretched asshole. He was sweating profusely now. The sweat was getting in his eyes, blinding him. He closed his eyes and just kept right on moving.
Rusty moaned and writhed and wiggled her hips. She moved backwards every so often so that he could eat out her asshole.
The tongue in her cunt was so long and moist that she felt it deep within her and she creamed.
Gilda lowered her body down really rough, springing on Barry's climax. They had all come one right after the other.
There was a subdued silence in the room.
Gilda sighed, breaking the silence. She spoke first.
"That was really something."
"We should do it more often," Barry said.
However, they were all pooped and it was their only session for the night. Barry kept in contact with them after his vacation, letting them know about similar raids and having little orgies after the places were busted. It turned out that Gilda and Rusty stuck together and helped Barry on less dangerous cases.
For kicks, they would occasionally tell people that Barry was the father of their children when they picked up guys and introduced them to Barry. The men they would pick up would have that I don't know nothing look on their faces. Other times, Gilda and Rusty worked basically as a team with Barry. They would go to whore houses and get themselves hired, find out the ropes and have Barry and his men bust the place up, keeping a few goodies for themselves. Their pictures were kept out of the papers and they, therefore, made a very successful team. Rusty, Gilda and Barry had dug their work so much, that after they had their fortunes, they still continued doing it on occasions.
Barry later joined them and the three lived sexually and happily together ... doing their own thing!
