The publishers of Dansk Blue Books are proud to present a brilliant new name on the American literary scene, Major D. Lawn. We think you will be hearing more about this angry young man, as it has been years since any first novel has been able to so effectively capture the language of the characters involved. The dialogue-often ribald-fairly crackles; it is as though the people actually were in the same room as the reader. The descriptive scenes-explicit and graphic-come alive with a vitality that is simply unbelievable.
Equally amazing for a first novel is the fact that the author has taken three major literary themes and woven them, like single strands of wire, into a powerful cable that supports the bridge of life. Passing across this bridge is a passionate mature woman, two innocent teenage girls, and three men ... all of whom are brought together in one momentous encounter that will forever change the patterns of their lives.
The author points out that the word "orgy" has strictly sexual connotations today, but in ancient time it had great religious significance-being the secret rites in honor of some deity. And thus it is in this novel, The Orphan Girls, that Major D. Lawn has used both the ancient and modern meanings of the word. The "orgy" of repeated rape and perversion that takes place in the mountain cabin is undeniably sexual, but four of the participants-the victims-come out of it with a new insight of themselves, an insight that is almost revelatory in nature.
Hal, the alcoholic weakling husband of the passionate Stephanie Kirby, can no longer be called a "man" at the beginning of the novel. Stupefied by drink and unable to defend his wife from the unwelcome advances of two sexstarved convicts, Hal is forced to participate in the brutal rape of the child-like Rita, and her orphanage friend, Marie. It is during this vicious twelve-hour orgy of rape and perversion that Hal suddenly perceives what he has become and what he must do to regain his manhood.
Stephanie and the two girls are the victims. First frightened, then physically abused, then appalled at their own salacious reactions to the two convicts, they each discover something important about themselves-not the least of which is that they are sensual creatures. For them the orgy finally ends, and it is with considerable amazement they find that everything about them has been strengthened.
As for the rapacious conquerors-the lumberjack type Bob and the violence-prone, gunwielding Tony-they are left with the bitter dregs of defeat stinging their mouths. The Kirbys and the two girls are obviously on the way up, up, up toward a new tomorrow, while Bob and Tony are once again on the run with their tragic end certain and only a matter of time.
The publishers of Dansk Blue Books are happy to welcome Major D. Lawn to our growing list of important writers, and we are sure that once you have read this major work by him, you will not want to miss his future books.
The Publishers
CHAPTER ONE
Stephanie Kirby stepped out of the shower stall, dripping, and groped for the fluffy bath towel she had placed on the toilet seat. She dried her sleek curves rapidly, then dusted herself with body powder, patting it in with her palms, reveling in the feel of the sweet-scented powder upon her breasts, stomach, thighs, and hips. "The shower's clear, Hal!" she called.
There was no reply, and she shook her head in exasperation. Nude, she walked through the bedroom whose bed showed the single impression of her own body into the living room of the two-bedroom apartment. Her husband, Hal, was sprawled on the sofa under a blanket, breathing stentorously. There was a stale "whiskey odor in the air. Stephanie reached down and shook Hal's shoulder vigorously. "Wake up, Hal!" she insisted. "I'm not going to have you making us late. Go and take your shower."
He started at her touch, snorted, half rolled over, cleared his throat several times, and reached for his glasses on the floor beside the sofa. He blinked owlishly at Stephanie, then looked away, his glance seeming to consciously avoid the delicious panorama of dazzling white flesh half-crouched above him. "Comin' ri' away," he mumbled.
"Don't make me call you again," Stephanie warned. "I don't want to be late at the orphanage and risk anything else going wrong."
She returned to the bedroom, one corner of her mind on the preparations she must make, another on Hal. How could the slight, dapper young bookkeeper she had married three years ago have turned into the sodden, ineffectual mess she now denied her bed? The marriage counselor had said that Stephanie's natural aggressiveness, both sexually and in the business world, had undermined Hal's never-too-strong masculine drive and left their marriage in ruins.
Stephanie opened a bureau drawer and removed a girdle. She hated girdles, but fifteen excess pounds had settled in her hips-deliciously so, the clustering interns at the hospital insisted-and tended to make her jiggle when she walked. Today she couldn't afford to jiggle, hence the girdle.
She laid out the rest of her clothing on the bed, changed her mind about the bright print dress, and substituted a more conservative lightweight suit. She drew a gossamer pair of pink panties up her tapering legs and snuggled them over the snowy globes of her hind cheeks with their clearly delineated deep crevice. Stephanie was an ash blonde with silky hair reaching shoulder length in back, and wispy traces of the golden curls upon her mound showed through the thin material of the panties tightly clasping her crotch.
She crossed the bedroom to the living room door again, her superb breasts with their strawberry, slackened nipples bouncing freely. Stephanie had to bite her tongue to avoid commenting sharply to Hal who was sitting on the couch staring blankly at the far wall. Today she couldn't afford to antagonize him. Today she needed his presence, if not his help. And she had to keep him sober.
She turned back to the bedroom. The events of the past two weeks still seemed incredible to her. The marriage counselor had hinted strongly that Stephanie's job as administrative head of three wards at Carver General Hospital was an overpowering factor in her relationship with Hal, all the more so since she made nearly twice as much as he did at his bookkeeping job. After much agonizing, Stephanie had quit her job, being desperate to save her marriage, at least temporarily.
And then incredibly, the following week Hal had been fired. It shouldn't have surprised her, Stephanie supposed, since she had witnessed his gradual deterioration after failing to pass the CPA exam which had represented his passport to supremacy in the marriage, according to the marriage counselor, but it had surprised her. And infuriated her. She could get a job, and a good job, as soon as she had time to look for one, but if the orphanage learned of the Kirby fami-ly's present jobless state....
Stephanie returned her attention to the clothing on the bed. She removed a smart-looking pair of shoes from the shoe bag in her closet, then placed a matching handbag on the bed beside them. The weight of the handbag surprised her; she hefted it experimentally before she remembered. It still contained the unopened present Thelma Walsh had given her at Thelma's apartment the night the girls at the hospital had given Stephanie a dinner party at one of the better restaurants.
Hal walked unsteadily through the bedroom en route to the bathroom. He had slept in his underwear again, and it looked grimy and sweaty. Stephanie's lips tightened. Despite her best efforts, Hal was turning into a slob. She couldn't stop his drinking; she could only try to regulate it, and not always successfully. She knew she wasn't going to put up with it forever, but she had to put up with it at the moment. She shook her head grimly at the sound of the bathroom door closing. Hal always remained a long time in the shower; it was practically the only time recently that he was semi-sober, the hour or so after he emerged.
Upon impulse, Stephanie sat down on the bed and opened the handbag. She knew what part of her present from Thelma was; she had seen it in Thelma's hand and demonstrated upon Thelma's body. She felt warm at the remembrance; the uninhibited Thelma had embarrassed her. Thelma was ten years older than Stephanie, and divorced.
"C'mon over to my place for a drink and I'll give you your present," Thelma had said to Stephanie the night of the going-away party. "I didn't bring it to the restaurant because one of these wise bitches might take a notion to open it."
"What kind of a present is it that shouldn't be opened?" Stephanie asked curiously.
"Shouldn't be opened in a crowd," Thelma amended Stephanie's query. "C'mon over and see."
So Stephanie had gone. If she had a best girl friend among the hospital girls, Thelma was probably it. Not that they had all that much in common. Thelma was thin, large-breasted, cynical, and blunt.
"You're not making it with Hal, are you?" Thelma asked when they were in Thelma's apartment and Thelma had made stiff Manhattans.
"Not making it?" Stephanie parried. "In bed," Thelma said with her usual flatfooted approach. "I can tell. You don't have the glow that a well-screwed girl gets when she's going down on her back regularly." Stephanie made no reply, but she could feel herself pinkening. "So I brought you a present back from my trip to Europe." She handed Stephanie a small, square-shaped package about ten inches in all dimensions.
"But what is it?" Stephanie inquired.
"It's a vibrator," Thelma replied.
"A vibrator? You mean-"
"I mean it will give you a few sensations you haven't been getting lately. There's some pictures in there to get you in the mood, and then the vibrator will take care of you."
"I hate to sound like an innocent," Stephanie confessed, "but I've never even seen one. What am I supposed to do? Put it in my-?"
"No, it's not that type," Thelma answered. "You-oh, hell, I'd better show you." She went to her dressing table and picked up an object lying casually upon it. It looked to Stephanie like an ivory, derringer-shaped handgrip with a small, blunt knob. An electric cord trailed from it, and Thelma plugged in the cord before tossing the object on the bed.
"You're thinking of the penis-shaped, batteryoperated vibrators a girl shoves in her pussy," Thelma continued, taking off her skirt. "This is different." She removed her half-slip and skimmed down her pale blue panties. Stephanie averted her eyes from the thick swatch of black hair adorning Thelma's lower abdomen. "Watch closely now," Thelma instructed, stretching out on her back on the bed as she picked up the ivory-handled vibrator and brought it close to the pink-lipped gash showing through her black curls as she parted her legs.
Torn between curiosity and embarrassment, Stephanie watched as Thelma's left hand came down to her pussy and two fingers widened the lips at its upper end, disclosing the inner red meat and the pink bud of her clit. Thelma hitched herself around on her back until she could pick up the vibrator and apply its black knob delicately to her clitoris.
The divorcee clicked the switch and the vibrator buzzed. Thelma's legs jerked upward and she gasped, but she held the vibrator in light contact with her clit which Stephanie could see enlarging and growing red. Thelma's white stomach heaved as a succession of quick shudders rippled it; her head was flung back and her face turned red, then scarlet. Her breath hissed from between her teeth, then stopped for an instant. Thelma's legs thrashed suddenly and her withheld breath exploded in a noisy expulsion as she reached frantically and clicked off the switch. "Ohhhhhhh-h-h-h-h, Jesus!" she groaned, tossing her head from side to side. The tautness went out of her thighs and her legs went limp. She tossed the vibrator aside, looking up at Stephanie standing beside the bed. "It's not a man, but it's second best."
Stephanie could see pearly dew on Thelma's pussy-lips. "It really makes you come?" she asked, awed.
"Four, five, or six times in a row," Thelma grinned.
"But won't it-won't you injure yourself?"
"Was I injured when I was getting a good stiff prick four, five, or six times in a row?" Thelma rose from the bed and placed an arm around Stephanie's waist. "Go thou and do likewise," she instructed. "You'll feel better. I guarantee it."
Stephanie picked up the vibrator and clicked on the switch. She applied the black pimple on the knob to a fingertip. Little buzzing sensations ran from the fingertip right up her arm. "I should think this would set you out of your mind," she observed.
"It's supposed to set you out of your mind," Thelma replied. "It's a special version of a scalp vibrator with the pimpled knob substituted. I've tried the penis jobs, but believe it or not when I get one in me my cunt grabs it so tight the vibrator stops. This is a lot better. And it keeps your chute tight for when the real thing comes along."
"Mine ought to be tight enough if disuse means anything," Stephanie said before she thought guiltily that she was being disloyal to Hal. But then, Hal had been disloyal to her for a long time now. Not with women, perhaps, but in maintaining his role as a husband.
Sitting now on the bed, Stephanie ripped the brightly-colored gift paper from the square package. She broke the scotch-taped seals and opened it. Inside was the duplicate of Thelma's vibrator in a glassine bag, and a postcard-sized thin packet of pictures, also wrapped.
Stephanie looked toward the closed bathroom door. The sound of the shower was reassuringly steady. She broke the seal on the pictures and shook the wrapping free. She looked at the top picture, looked away, then looked back again from the corner of her eye. Her soft mouth was set in a little moue of surprise. The picture showed a girl reclining on a pillow on a table and a man standing behind her with his big thing sticking into her.
Stephanie glanced at the bathroom door again, then held the picture up into better light. The man's prick surely was in between the girl's plump hind cheeks almost up to the hilt, but was it-was it-where was it aimed? The expression on the girl's face, fully visible, was placid. She couldn't look like that if-if it wasn't her pussy the man's prick was in, could she?
Stephanie looked at the second picture. She looked at it for a long time. It showed a young girl on her back with her legs wrapped tightly around the man between her clasped thighs, and the man's thick rod was plainly visible where it partially penetrated the girl's upthrust vagina. As in the other picture, the girl's face was clearly visible. Her eyes were half closed, her mouth slightly parted, and there was such an ineffable look of bliss on her features that Stephanie could only stare, mesmerized. She knew instinctively the pair weren't professional models; for one thing the lighting wasn't all that good. This was the real thing.
Stephanie's hand holding the picture began to tremble. She threw it down angrily. Her thighs felt warm. The puckered crotch of her freshlydonned panties felt damp. Her stomach was fluttering and her toes were curled up. A faint throbbing deep within her dampened her panties still more.
She grabbed for the vibrator and peeled the glassine cover from it. Feverishly she unwound the coiled electric cord, then heaved herself up from the bed to plug it into an outlet. She stripped off her panties and returned to the bed. A glowing coal had ignited inside her too-longunused cunt, and at that instant she wouldn't have cared if the bathroom door opened and Hal caught her in the midst of what she intended to do. But the showed continued to hiss steadily.
Stephanie flopped on the bed and parted her legs. She looked down the slope of her smoothly rounded belly between her highmounded breasts as she gingerly applied the vibrator to her pussy. Then she remembered that Thelma had made its access easier. Stephanie put her left hand on her pink slit whose hole felt like an aching void. She spread the lips with two fingers and thrust her hips upward until she could see her exposed clit. She switched on the vibrator and brought its buzzing pimple-tip slowly toward her most sensitive sexual flesh.
She could sense rather than feel when the vibrator was still a quarter inch away. Goose bumps sprang up on her arms and belly, and the back of her neck twitched. "Ooooooooh-h-h-!" she choked in a half-sob, half-gasp as she made contact. Her knees jerked as the vibrator buzzed her clit. An iron band seemed clamped around her chest; she couldn't breathe. She was all one fiery sensation in her cunt which seemed a living entity outside the rest of her body.
"Ohhhhhhhh-h-h-h-h-h!" Stephanie moaned as she came with a downflooding, pussy-throbbing, mind-bending explosion over which she had absolutely no control. She switched off the vibrator and collapsed on her back. An exploring finger in her twat found juicy ferment; she couldn't remember when she'd been so wet.
She debated turning on the vibrator again. Thelma had said she used it four, five or six times. Stephanie didn't feel completely satisfied, but the sharp edge of longing from her sexual deprivation had been removed, and a note of caution reintruded. She didn't want Hal to catch her in such an animalistic situation. Hal had showed alarm almost from the beginning of their marriage at Stephanie's passionate responses.
She rose hurriedly from the bed, picked up vibrator and pictures, and after a final look at the blissful expression of the girl with the man between her thighs, put vibrator and pictures away in her jewel case.
Stephanie and her sister Rita had been orphaned when Stephanie was twelve and Rita was six. The orphanage was a church-oriented one in a southern state. Stephanie always suspected that her own chance for adoption from its premises had been blunted by the orphanage administration which preferred its inmates docile. A strong-willed, uncompromising child, Stephanie had usually been at odds with authority as represented by the matrons. In consequence, during her stay at the institution euphemistically labeled a "home," Stephanie had been no stranger to the experience of having her bottom bared and deposited across a matronly lap for a sound spanking. Only once, however, had she been subjected to treatment which could forthrightly be labeled cruel; it was an experience, though, from which she still suffered an occasional nightmare.
Stephanie had looked forward to her eighteenth birthday as the date of her legal escape from her surroundings, but she had discovered the escape to be more fiction than fact. Eighteen-year-olds were in fact permitted to accept outside employment-from which they were required to turn over a substantial portion of their earnings to the orphanage-but lacking sponsorship, which to the home authorities meant legal adoption, they were still required to "live in" with all its frustrating implications.
Stephanie had further antagonized the authorities by refusing to accept the "arranged" jobs for orphanage girls; domestic service in the homes of orphanage sponsors at low wage rates, dead-end jobs in department stores and fiveand-tens, and the like. She had promoted her own job as receptionist in a dental clinic, and her good looks and capable management of clinic patients resulted in several pay increases.
She had gone to night school, too, recognizing the limitations imposed upon her by the orphanage administration's indifference to preparing its girls for anything except the most menial jobs. And she had shifted her target date from her eighteenth birthday, when freedom had proved illusionary, to her twenty-first, when even by its old-fashioned standards the home would be required to permit her to become her own woman.
She would have made a clean break with the institution previously if it hadn't been for her sister Rita. Stephanie lived for the day when she could remove Rita from the home. An elfin, sweet-tempered, good-natured girl, Rita responded to institutional restrictions as Stephanie had not; nevertheless Stephanie was determined to make a real home for Rita as soon as her own legal bondage was ended.
She was incredulous to find still further roadblocks put in her way when she moved out on her own. She couldn't automatically have Rita move in with her in the small apartment that Stephanie furnished; rules of the home provided that even in the case of blood relations no "adoption" could be arranged unless the adopter were married. Within six months Stephanie had married Harold Kirby-whose original attraction for her had been that he was also an orphan-only to find that she was only at the beginning of another two years of frustrating legalities in her continuing effort to bring Rita to live with them.
She and Hal had been checked persistently and continuously by the home's social service workers, with every petty obfuscation barely short of outright intimidation brought to bear by orphanage personnel to delay the adoption. Stephanie was sure that her own intransigence while an inmate had a direct bearing upon the lack of cooperation she was receiving in her effort to adopt Rita, not that this made the frustration any easier to bear.
It was only when Stephanie-after she had switched to the hospital job in which she rose rapidly in an administrative capacity-retained a lawyer that some of the home's restrictive policies began to be demolished. The fact that Rita's own eighteenth birthday was by that time rapidly approaching probably had its own effect upon the proceedings, Stephanie thought. She had made a pact with Rita to accept no outside employment furnished by the home, fearing that this would increase the home's influence while diminishing her own.
The gentle Rita, in turn, had wormed a promise from Stephanie that the adoption procedure would encompass not only Rita but Rita's best girl friend, Marie Elliott, a striking redhead whom Stephanie recalled from her own days at the orphanage. A year older than Rita, Marie had been working for a year at a local five-anddime while still living at the orphanage. The lawyer had found two adoption applications no more difficult to process than one, the final checks had been made on the Kirbys' fitness to adopt, and the day had been set.
And then the double blow had fallen: Stephanie's retirement from her job-which she considered a temporary affair, essentially a concession to her effort to hold her marriage together-and Hal's subsequent release. If orphanage authorities knew that both Kirbys were unemployed, they would be entirely justified in holding up the adoption proceedings and perhaps forcing Stephanie to initiate the entire tedious process all over again. She hoped that all paperwork requirements had been completed long enough so that no word of her present situation would have reached the orphanage administration. She felt that this was so, but she couldn't be positive. There remained a nagging doubt.
If she and Hal appeared in the orphanage office only to be denied at the last moment, with the tremendous attendant disappointment for Rita and Marie-well, Stephanie just couldn't bear to consider the possibility.
The shower was still running by the time Stephanie was completely dressed. She waited as long as her impatience permitted before she opened the bathroom door. Hal was standing on the mat mechanically toweling his already dry body while the wide-open shower hissed in the background. Stephanie turned it off and took her husband by the arm. "Hal," she said quietly. "Listen to me."
She hesitated before continuing. Hal's gaze had returned from its introspective inspection of the white-tiled wall but was still not fully focused upon her. What did a man feel, Stephanie wondered, whose manhood and intelligence were steadily atrophying in drink? What could a man feel? Stephanie only partly went along with the marriage counselor's expressed thought that her own competitiveness was a focal component of the situation; that it was, in effect, her own fault. There had to be some basic lack in Hal himself-but that had nothing to do with the exigency of the moment.
"Hal," she resumed, "you know how important today is to me. Please hold yourself together. I'll carry your flask in my bag, but no drinking except one quick one just before we go into the orphanage office. We've got to look the part of establishment married couple or they could still refuse to release the girls." She looked into his pale blue eyes with the patina of hard-boiled eggs. "Wear your dark glasses. Do you understand what I've just said?"
He nodded, and she released his arm. He would have remained standing on the bathroom mat, but she propelled him toward the bedroom with a little push. Vestigial traces of her inner excitement only partially assuaged by the vibrator brushed at her nerve ends as she watched her husband's nude body. Hal had never been the picture of a virile Adonis, but he had had a wiry competency now blurred in liquor fat. He had never been a debonair sophisticate, but he had had a witty relevance she had found amusing. Never as ardent as she, he had still performed well during the first year of their marriage. Where had it all gone wrong, she thought in despair.
She forced herself into movement. In the bedroom, she handed Hal each article of clothing as he put it on. She brushed his jacket before handing it to him, surreptitiously feeling to make sure he hadn't an extra flask stowed in an inner pocket. Clothes really did do something for the man, she reflected, inspecting the finished product critically. Hopefully, Hal could pass muster as a successful bookkeeper-accountant before what Stephanie felt sure would be probing eyes. None of the orphanage administrative staff except the social service workers had ever laid eyes on Stephanie's husband.
When they were both ready, she went outside and shook down the car for hidden bottles. They had a four-hour drive to the orphanage, and in the past six months Hal had displayed a positive genius at hiding bottles. She found none, and she felt better. She knew Hal would maintain his present zombie-like state in which he performed like an automaton until he had his first drink or two of the day. False animation, a deceptive amiability, and an apparent capability followed that first drink or two. What followed the next eight or ten was a gradual daily disintegration in which the Hal she married became a caricature right in front of her eyes. Stephanie had seen the pattern repeated too many times.
She loaded Hal into the car and settled under the wheel herself, smoothing the skirt of her suit down over her plump thighs. Hal stared straight ahead. He hadn't asked her for a drink yet. When he did, she would know his nerve ends were screaming. She wondered what she would have to do about Hal. Have him committed? She hadn't even had time to think about it. His presence was so important for the girls' release that she hadn't even spoken to him harshly in the past month about his drinking.
But she would have to do something. She had no intention of trying to struggle along in a marriage so ill-suited to her own feeling of what a marriage should be. She needed Hal's immediate cooperation, that was all. She didn't feel that he would deliberately try to sabotage her carefully laid plans; he wasn't that sort of person, really. It was just that lately so much of the time he didn't know what he was doing. That was why she had to be careful.
Stephanie drove steadily. She had allowed enough time to arrive at the orphanage at the 4:00 P.M. appointed time, but not much more than that. She didn't want to sit and wait and let her own nerves plague her with thoughts of all the last-minute things that could go wrong. She had been working so hard to achieve this little triump that she honestly didn't know if it was going to mean more to Rita and Marie than to herself. But of course she really knew the answer to that, too; the girls were just dying to excape from institutional regimentation and spread their young wings.
They had been on the road for three hours when Hal asked her for a drink. "Just a little bit longer," she said soothingly. She knew it shamed him to ask her, but she had long since stopped feeling sorry for his weakness.
She stopped the car five miles and twenty minutes away from her goal. She opened her handbag and produced a flask which she handed to Hall. He reached for it eagerly with a hand that trembled. She watched him closely, and she placed a hand on his arm when his Adam's apple jerked for the second time. He lowered the flask reluctantly and handed it back to her. She gave him two peppermint lozenges. He had a little color in his pale cheeks, and the hand which accepted the lozenges wasn't as unsteady.
Stephanie drove the remainder of the way trying not to think what the trip home would be like if the orphanage had somehow learned of the present jobless state of the Kirbys. She drove onto the orphanage grounds and parked in the visitors' parking lot. She took a tight grip on her nerves and plastered a confident-looking smile on her lips before she took Hal's arm and they walked inside.
In the first minute Stephanie knew everything was going to be all right, and her sense of relief was so great that her knees felt wobbly. The girls were sitting primly near the door of the head matron's office, and Stephanie knew they wouldn't have been if any hitches had developed. She waved to them casually, and felt herself expanding in the wake of their shy, delighted smiles of welcome.
And Hal behaved beautifully. Stephanie watched him critically as she stepped up to the desk of Miss Concetta, the old maid bookkeeper, to sign the multitudinous release forms. Hal went to the girls and shook hands with each, bowing slightly. He couldn't have done better if she had programmed him via the office computer, Stephanie thought.
And he improved. He came to the desk and engaged the simpering Miss Concetta in knowledgeable conversation about institutional accounting practices while Stephanie rapidly read and signed forms. Stephanie had a vivid recollection of being held firmly across Miss Concetta's capacious lap while Stephanie's writhing, flaming bare behind was steadily pursued by the back of a long-handled wooden hairbrush in the hand of another matron. She wondered if Miss Concetta remembered it. At the time Stephanie had thought too much about it, but in later years she wondered often how the bookkeeper came to be involved in institutional dis cipline.
Stephanie signed the final form and looked inquiringly at Miss Concetta for further instructions. The latter removed her attention from Hal with difficulty. "That's all that's necessary," she informed Stephanie. "Miss Powers couldn't be here this afternoon."
"Thank you," Stephanie murmured. Miss Powers was the head matron, and Stephanie's particular beti noire. The head matron undoubtedly had no relish for staying to oversee Stephanie's final hard-fought triumph over institutional obstructive tactics.
Stephanie turned to the girls. They leaped from their chairs and trotted to meet her in the center of the office, young faces glowing. They surged up against her, and Stephanie flung an arm around each. They smelled of the strong institutional soap flavored with their own indescribable young girl essence. Stephanie patted soft young behinds as the girls kissed her. They weren't in orphanage uniforms, but in dresses that probably represented Marie's untrained idea of chic. Stephanie couldn't wait to get them to a specialty shop and outfit both from the skin out.
"Say good-bye to Miss Concetta," she reminded them. No use making unnecessary enemies. Hal had already picked up the small bags with their pitifully few personal belongings. Locker space was limited at the orphanage, so even those with individuals on the "outside"-like Rita with Stephanie-were limited in what they were permitted to keep with them.
Then they were walking out to the car with the girls dancing along beside Stephanie, the delicately blonde Rita on her left and the striking looking, chestnut-haired Marie on her right. Marie was almost an inch taller than Stephanie. Hal put the bags in the trunk, then climbed silently into the back seat. His unaccustomed vivacity was already wearing off, and he was retreating into his more usual somber, moody withdrawn phase, but Stephanie didn't care. She had such a sense of mission accomplished that nothing else mattered. "You get in front with me," she told the girls.
She handed her handbag casually to Hal in the back seat as the girls crowded in beside her. She heard the snick of the clasp as he searched for the flask, but again she didn't care. Rita, sitting closest to Stephanie, lifted Stephanie's skirt curiously to admire her smooth-stockinged legs and the lace-ruffled edges of Stephanie's panties protruding from beneath her girdle. "That's so nice!" Rita sighed. She placed her hand on Stephanie's shoulder and drew Stephanie's head down against her lips. "Please," she whispered. "Can we find a place? I'm so excited I have to go."
Stephanie laughed. "We certainly can. As a matter-of-fact, I don't imagine you two ate much lunch, and we didn't either. We'll stop at the first likely-looking place and take care of those matters. And I have a present for each of you."
"What is it?" Rita and Marie chorused eagerly.
"You'll see," Stephanie promised. She started the engine and drove off the orphanage grounds.
Neither Rita nor Marie looked back.
CHAPTER TWO
On the outskirts of town Stephanie saw a long, low building with a sign out front saying Desert Rose Lodge. It looked large enough to have decent rest room facilities, and she pulled into the driveway and stopped the car in front of one of the marked-off parking areas.
"I thought we should all have a sandwich, Hal," she said, turning to the back seat. Hal silently handed Stephanie her handbag. Stephanie opened the door on her side and Marie on the other, and they all got out. Stephanie saw Marie looking at Hal curiously, but Rita didn't seem to notice anything amiss.
They went inside and sat down in a booth near the door. "Back inna minute," Hal mumbled, and weaved his way between the tables to a door marked MEN.
The door opened as he approached it and a burly-looking red-haired man stepped out. The red-haired man had to do a quick sidestep to avoid Hal's one-track-minded surge toward the door. "Howdy, chief," the red-haired man said to Hal genially. "How's your hammer hanging'?"
Stephanie-who was facing the men's room door; Rita and Marie had their backs to it-bit her lip to repress a smile. Hal never even turned his head, let alone spoke. Hal's dignity became more important to him the more he drank. Sometimes it produced ludicrous results, as in the present instance. The red-haired man shrugged when Hal disappeared inside, crossed the room, and sat down in the booth next to theirs. Stephanie had seen a half-consumed hamburger there when they all sat down.
"I still can't really believe it, Steffi," Rita said in a dreamy tone, looking at her older sister almost shly. The familiar but not-too-often-recently-heard diminutive warmed Stephanie. "That we don't ever have to go back to the orphanage, I mean."
"No more sleeping in a dormitory," Marie chimed in.
"I know just how you feel," Stephanie replied. "Don't forget it's not so long since I was looking forward to leaving the home for good, too."
"And Rita said your husband was an orphan?" Marie said in a questioning tone.
"That's right," Stephanie agreed. "But from a different state."
"Four orphans in one booth," Rita said. "That must be a world's record." She leaned across the table, lowering her clear young voice. "Steffi, I really do have to go."
"We'll go right now before we order," Stephanie said. She knew Hal would use the opportunity when he returned and found the booth empty to go to the bar and have two or three quick ones, with the inevitable numbing result, but once more she didn't care. Hal was a problem for the future.
As Stephanie rose to her feet, the red-haired man in the next booth also rose. Seen at close range he was muscular rather than stocky. He had a two-or-three-day growth of reddish-looking beard. He walked to the bar with feral grace and ordered a beer. Stephanie shepherded the girls toward the ladies' room while she felt the red-haired man's gaze lingering on her passage across the room.
Inside, Rita darted into a cubicle and closed the door. Beneath its lower edge her slender legs were visible, and two small hands became visible below her knees as Rita pushed grayish-white panties down to mid-calf. The girl sat down with an audible thump and a furious hissing sound filled the small space. "Oooooh, did I need to get rid of that!" Rita exclaimed with a sigh of relief. The statement was immediately punctuated by a loud fart.
Marie giggled, then looked to see if Stephanie disapproved. When she saw that Stephanie was smiling, the girl giggled again. "Get rid of it all, Rita!" she called as a succession of healthily explosive sounds indicated that the younger girl was busily exercising another orifice. "Whenever she gets excited, her bowels loosen," Marie expalined to Stephanie.
"I suppose you're still wearing those, too?" Stephanie asked, pointing to Rita's legs under the cubicle door. The grayish-white, coarselooking panties had collapsed about Rita's slim ankles.
"Yes," Marie admitted, glancing in the direction Stephanie indicated. "Even though I was working outside I wasn't allowed to buy my own although I was dying to own something pretty. The matrons insisted everyone wear the same underwear so the girls inside wouldn't feel deprived."
"I know," Stephanie said. "I went through that, too, when I was working outisde and going back to the home every night. And I hated that scratchy, institutionalized underwear, hated it with a real passion, I can tell you. That's the present I brought you, so you'd really feel as if you were outside." She opened her bag and handed Marie a small flat package whose twin remained in the bag. "Open it."
Marie ripped off the gift-wrap paper and opened the box, then gazed wide-eyed at the same type of gossamer, lace-edged, pink panties Stephanie wore under her girdle.
"Ohhhhhhh, how nice!" the auburn-haired girl sighed. "They're beautiful!" She lifted them out of the box and held them to her face, then realized for the first time there was more than one pair in the box. "And two-no, three-pair! Thank you! Thank you!"
"I told her your size, Marie," Rita called from inside the cubicle.
"Kick those things around your ankles off when you've finished, Rita," Stephanie said. "I have your new ones here, too." She walked over and turned the key in the outside door of the ladies' room.
Marie was facing the ladies' room mirror, holding the wispy panties up against her chest while she admired them. Stephanie noticed the slightly pulled-down corner of the girl's soft mouth that always appeared when Marie became nervous or excited. Victim of a childhood car accident which had left scars to the psyche as well as facially, Marie's mouth scar had eventually disappeared but left behind it a rictus which in moments of stress shaped the girl's features into a sly-looking, half-grin. Stephanie knew that Marie always blamed her non-adoption on the sometimes-visible facial grimace which the orphanage administration easily could have done something about, but hadn't.
Impulsively Stephanie stepped up behind the girl as she saw Marie instinctively shield her mouth with her hand when she saw herself in the mirror. Stephanie kissed her warmly on the cheek as Marie's eyes-surprising deep brown eyes to go with her thick, shoulder-length mane of chestnut hair-sparkled. "We're going to have that fixed, dear," Stephanie promised.
"It would be nice," Marie said wistfully. "I'm so tired of looking like a grinning fool."
"Not for much longer," Stephanie promised. "You're too pretty a girl with too nice a figure to have a handicap like that. Put on a pair of the new panties. You'll feel like a new girl."
Marie needed no second invitation. She hand-ed Stephanie the panties and the box, pulled up the skirt of her dress and clamped it under her armpits, then peeled down the same institutionalized panties reposing around Rita's ankles inside the cubicle. Standing slightly to one side, Stephanie saw the whole of Marie's exposure from the bottom edge of her bra to the tops of her stockings. The girl was both long legged and long-waisted, and her bottom-flesh flared low-down in a lordosis effect, creating a matronly-looking ample sitting area in contrast to the remainder of her girlish figure.
Marie held out a hand for the new panties without turning around. Stephanie handed them to her, and Marie stepped into them, careful not to snap her heels in the thigh openings. She stooped to whisk them up her legs, and her heavy buttock-cheeks quivered enticingly. Stephanie reached out impulsively as the panties reached mid-thigh and patted a nude, warm, brilliantly white hind cheek, then fondled it.
Marie looked over her shoulder, startled. Then she smiled. "Isn't it something to feel a hand on your behind and not be listening for a matron coming around the corner?" she said.
"But you've been working outside, Marie," Stephanie said. Unconsciously they had both lowered their voices. "Even with the restrictions the home placed on me I'd only been working outside for three months when I found a boy to show me what mine was for. Didn't you?"
"Well-" Marie hesitated. "Yes." She pulled up the panties when Stephanie removed her hand and tugged down her dress. She glanced toward the cubicle. "But don't tell Rita, please? She suspected, and she begged me to tell her what it was like, but I couldn't think of any way to say it that didn't make it soundsound nasty."
"And we both know it isn't nasty, don't we?"" Stephanie smiled.
"That's right," Marie agreed, returning the smile.
"What are you two whispering about?". Rita called from the cubicle above the sound of tearing paper.
"About how long it's taking you to wipe your little butt and get out of there!" Marie replied pertly. "Other people have to go, too, you. know."
The toilet flushed and Rita pushed open the door and emerged, hobbling with the panties constricting her ankle movement. "I'm sorry," she said contritely.
"I'm only teasing!" Marie protested. She gave her friend a quick kiss and disappeared inside the cubicle.
"Step out of those, darling," Stephanie commanded, handing Rita the second box. "These are for you."
Rita opened the box and in unconscious mimicry of Marie held the top pair of frilly panties up to her nose. "Mmmmmmmmm!" she sighed. "Aren't they lovely?" She wriggled her dress upward, kicked the panties around her ankles to one side, and stopped to draw on the new ones. Stephanie gazed upon her younger sister's smooth bare seat, trim-looking but not boyish. The sculptured nude hind cheeks flowed into firm-looking thighs. Stephanie moved closer and caressed the whole of Rita's soft behind while the panties were still at the younger girl's knees. "Why did you do that?" Rita wanted to know, pausing in her upward movement of her new underwear.
"Because it feels good to me, darling," Stephanie replied. "You have a beautiful little behind."
"Do you really think so?" Rita twisted around in an unavailing effort to see that part of herself. "I'd really like to have a nice big one like Marie's."
"Yours will be plenty big enough when we find the right man to appreciate it," Stephanie promised. "Throw those old things away, dear."
She went into the cubicle as Marie emerged from it and both girls disposed of their orphanage underwear.
They left the ladies' room and returned to the booth. As she had expected, Stephanie saw Hal at the bar. He left it when he saw them and came and sat beside Stephanie. His eyes were glazed and his color was fish-white. Rita again noticed nothing, but Marie took one curious look at him, then glanced down at the table top.
Stephanie ordered hamburgers all around when the waitress finally appeared. "We'll have a meal when we get home," she explained. "But we have a way to go, and you can see it's getting dark outside."
They ate quickly when the hamburgers came. The girls had Cokes, Stephanie coffee. Hal took two bites from his hamburger and then sat there in an alcoholic stupor. Stephanie divided his hamburger between Rita and Marie. She made no comment. Explanations were already unnecessary for Marie, and would have to wait until later for Rita.
Stephanie paid the check and they all walked out to the parking lot. They got into the car in the same order as before, Stephanie driving with Rita and Marie on the front seat with her, and Hal in the back. Hal rarely passed out completely, but he was as close to it now as Stephanie had ever seen him. During the short walk to the car, he seemingly had to concentrate just on putting one foot in front of the other.
Stephanie turned the key in the ignition. The started whined, but the motor didn't catch. She stopped for a moment and then tried it again. The rrr-rrr-rrr of the straining starter was the only sound in the otherwise quiet car. "Oh, damn!" Stephanie exclaimed apprehensively with a glance around the nearly deserted parking lot which was already nearly in full twilight. "We've had trouble with the car!"
She turned the key again, listened to the fruitless whining, and turned off the key, afraid of running the battery down. What was she to do now? Go back into the lodge and call a garage? If she could find one open this late? Hal would be of no help; it was useless to count on him. It was probably just some simple thing, too. If she only knew something about what went on under the hood of a car....
"Is it-is it serious, Steffi?" Rita asked timidly.
"I don't know," Stephanie replied frankly. "I doubt it, though. If I can just get a man to look at it-"
The door of the lodge opened and a man stood silhouetted for an instant against the light inside. Then the area went dark again. Stephanie saw the dim outline of the man's figure as he walked along the path in front of the lodge. She tried to start the car again with the same lack of result. She let it grind for more than a minute before she stopped, opened her door, and climbed out. She walked to the front of the car and stood looking down at the hood, hoping that the man had noticed and would come to her rescue.
"Havin' trouble, folks?" the same genial voice said from the darkness that Stephanie had heard addressing Hal at the door of the men's room. The rasp of leather heels on the macadamized surface of the parking lot preceded the appearance of the burly red-haired man as he loomed up beside Stephanie at the front of the car.
"Oh, thank you," Stephanie said gratefully.
"It won't start, and I don't know why. If you would just take a look at whatever needs looking at-my husband is feeling ill-"
"I noticed that," the red-haired man agreed drily. He stooped in front of the car and fumbled for the hood latch, then threw up the hood. "Blacker'n a whorehouse with the last candle gone," he said cheerfully. "Don't s'pose you've got a flashlight in the glove compartment, have you, ma'am?"
"I'm sorry," Stephanie regretted. The man's simile had shocked her somewhat, but any port in a storm, she thought. Even a rough diamond was welcome in her present situation.
The man bent down over the engine, feeling inside. It was so dark that if Stephanie hadn't seen him inside previously she would have been unable to make out his features. "Let's see if I c'n feel around here an' locate the trouble," the man grunted, his hands moving amidst the maze of wiring under the hood. Stephanie found herself staring down at the dimly-seen outline of his powerful-looking back. "You drove in here, so it shouldn't be serious," the man continued as though talking to himself. "Prob'ly a loose dis tributor wire, or a fouled plug. If I could on'y see what the hell I was doin-" The soliloquy broke off in another grunt. "That'n felt loose, right enough."
The man's hands groped for another moment under the hood, and then he raised his head. "Try it again, ma'am," he instructed Stephanie. "That might have done it."
Stephanie slid under the wheel and again turned the ignition key. Rita and Marie exclaimed joyously as the engine caught at once, then turned the joyous exclamation to a semiwail as the engine sputtered and died.
The red-haired man appeared beside the stillopen door on Stephanie's side of the car. "That's what is it, ma'am," he explained. "Your dis tributor wire keeps jumpin' off, an' I ain't got nothin' with me to fix it solid. Now my pickup with my tool kit is jus' a quarter mile down the road. What we should do is have me nurse your car down the road to my truck where I c'n get a light an' a piece of wire and fix this thing to hold together till you git home. I'll put it on with my fingers again while you git in back with your husband an' I'll roll it down the highway to my truck."
"I really do appreciate your taking the trouble," Stephanie said as she climbed out from under the wheel again. The man was already doubled up over the fender reaching into the car's interior. He straighened up again, and Stephanie opened the rear door and got in beside Hal whose eyes were wide open but unseeing. "And I hope you'll let me pay you for your time."
"No trouble atall, ma'am," the red-haired man assured her. The car sagged from his solid bulk as he took Stephanie's relinquished place under the wheel. "Now let's see what happens." He turned the key. The engine started and roared steadily as he fed it gas. "It might jump off again before we reach my truck," the man said, raising his voice above the sound of the engine, "but if it does I'll just slip it back on again."
He released the brake and the car rolled forward toward the highway. The red-haired man turned left, away from town. He held the speed down to a moderate twenty mph. "Seems to be doin' okay," he remarked. "My truck's in here." He turned suddenly into an unmarked dirt road.
The sweep of the headlights bored ahead into a tree-lined tunnel stretching away into the darkness beyond. Stephanie was surprised to see such a jungle-like atmosphere so close to civilization. "I don't see your truck," she started to say when the red-haired man braked the car to a sudden stop. Stephanie stifled a gasp as the rear door on the other side of Hal was flung open suddenly and a man climbed into the car. He slammed the door again at once but not before Stephanie had a glimpse in the dome light of a youthful face with shining black hair and-as her stomach gave a lurch-a glint of metal in the right hand. "What-what do you th-think you're doing?" she quavered, and immediately hated the sound of the fear in her own voice.
The newcomer ignored her. "Roll it, Bob," he ordered. The car's wheels spun in the dirt road before it shot forward at a high rate of speed in the wake of its headlights. Hal, beside Stephanie, seemed totally oblivious to what was going on.
Stephanie raised her voice. "Whatever it is you think you're doing-" she began.
"Stuff it," the newcomer interrupted her. "This is a gun in my hand. Don't make me use it."
"An' don't nobody try jumpin'," the driver drawled. The car was ascending at terrific speed a winding, narrow road over whose edges the headlights soared off into infinity at each turn. "You wouldn't hit bottom for a spell."
"What-what do you want with us?" Rita asked from the front seat.
"We're jus' borrowin' you for a bit for a little project we have in mind," the driver said.
The man in the back seat laughed, a highpitched sound, and a cold finger traced a course down Stephanie's spine. "I got to hand it to you, Bob," he said with another laugh. "Knockin' their distributor cap loose while they was inside an' then offerin' to fix it sure put you in the driver's seat."
With a sinking heart Stephanie absorbed this detail of their victimization. "You're making a mistake," she said as steadily as she could manage. "When the police find us-"
"The police'll never even be lookin' for you," the driver broke in. "Don't forget I was in the next booth to you inside, an' I heard the kid say you was all orphans. Who's gonna be lookin' for four orphans?"
"Beautiful," the man in the back seat said appreciatively. "Just beautiful."
It was with a rising sense of panic that Stephanie realized the two men were even more right than they knew. Ordinarily on Monday morning her absence from work and Hal's absence from his office wouldn't go uncommented upon, but with her own recent retirement and Hal's release even that possibility was denied to them. It was incredible, but they were simply not going to be missed for a while.
The car roared up the steep gradient, slowed, turned into a car-wide, overgrown grassy track, bumped along it for several hundred yards, and came to a halt with the headlights beaming upon a ramshackle building. "Show our guests inside, Tony, 'fore I cut the lights," the driver said. He turned and looked into the back seat. "I wouldn't advise runnin'," he continued. "You can run off a cliff here mos' any direction you take." He raised his voice as no one made a move. "Everybody out!"
Stephanie opened her door and climbed out shakily. The ground was uneven under her high heels, and she braced herself with a hand on the car roof. Marie had emerged on the opposite side. Stephanie walked around the car as Rita climbed out and slipped a comforting arm around the younger girl's waist. Stephanie hadn't seen Hal get out, but he was standing there, blinking in the light. She could also see in more detail the gun held loosely at the side of the blackhaired Tony.
The latter spoke to Bob, still under the wheel. "I could take care of the rummy right now," he suggested.
Panic flooded Stephanie. Did they actually mean-?
"Let's play it by ear for a while," Bob replied. "He don't hardly look like he's goin' to cause no trouble."
Tony waved the hand with the gun in it in a sweeping arc. "Straight ahead," he said to the group. Marie had huddled close to Stephanie and Rita, her eyes enormous in the reflected glare of the headlights. Stephanie put her free arm around Marie's waist and urged the girls forward. Behind her she could hear Hal's uncertain footsteps as he followed.
At closer range Stephanie could see that the ramshackle building was an old hunting lodge, probably unused for some time. They stepped up on a low porch, and Tony flung open a door. The car lights behind them gave enough illumination for them to move cautiously inside. Tony struck a match and applied the flame to a candje. stuck in a wine bottle. The wick sputtered and flared, then steadied into warm light. Outside, the car lights were turned off.
Stephanie could see they were in the lounge of the lodge. Surprisingly, the floor was carpeted. Doors led. off on all sides. There was an , enormous fireplace with a log fire laid in it. Rustic furniture was scattered around the large room. Blankets covered the windows.
Bob, the driver, entered the lodge, closing and bolting, the door. Tony was lighting another candle at the end of a long table. Illumination in the large room varied from moderately good light in its center to dark shadows in the corners.
Bob stepped up to Stephanie with the same amiable grin she had seen at the restaurant when he first addressed Hal. "I'm Bob, sis," he said. He waved a hand to include the silently watching blackhaired man. "He's Tony. How about some introductions?"
Stephanie had to swallow twice before she could find her voice. She could feel the rapid beating of her own heart. "I'm-I'm Stephanie," she got out finally. "This is my sister, Rita." She indicated the slender blonde, pale-faced in the light. "And her friend, Marie." The auburnhaired girl's pink tongue was running over her lips. "And my husband, Hal." Hal stood to one side, swaying slightly, apparently finding nothing unusual in the situation.
"I heard the kid call you Steffi," Bob said briskly. "I think I like that better." He extended a hand and showed it to Stephanie. In it were four spark plugs. "The car's not goin' no place, right?" She nodded dumbly. "An' I'll tell you right now if any of you make a break an' try to walk out to the highway, Tony an' I here'll take it out've the asses of the other two. Understand?"
Stephanie nodded again. "What-why have you brought us here?" she asked in a voice she tried desperately to make steady.
"Now you know better'n to ask a stupid question like that," Bob chided her. "See, Tony 'n I been up here for forty-six days now. We was in the cooler before that before we got away. I was in for three months an' nine days. A contempt of court sentence my ex-wife got me for refusin' to pay alimony. Then I slugged a guard who wouldn't get off my back. I guess you can understand I'm not plannin' on goin' back."
He glanced at the blackhaired Tony. "He'd been in for two years. He was picked out of a lineup by a liquor store clerk who'd been held up." He returned his attention to Stephanie. "Get the picture? We've been out of circulation."
"Cir-circulation?" Stephanie faltered.
Bob took a step closer to her. His grin had a hard edge to it. "I ain't fucked a woman in five months." Stephanie flinched at the AngloSaxon word. Beside her she heard Marie's soft gasp. "It's been a lot longer for Tony," Bob went on. "You know why I took a chance goin' down to that crummy place this afternoon?" He continued before Stephanie could speak. "I was hopin' to con some old bag of a waitress into comin' up here. An' then you fell into my lap."
"Three of you," Tony murmured admiringly. He was lounging negligently against a table. The gun had disappeared. "Lookers, too." His bold eyes were upon Marie. "I go for that assy redhead, Bob."
"If you h-harm these girls," Stephanie warned in a voice she strove to make steady, "I'll s-see to it that you-" She stopped. What could she threaten them with? She had never felt so helpless in her life. Except once, and that had been another nightmare.
"That's right," Tony sneered, correctly following her thought processes. "You do like we say, see? All of you. Or those pretty faces ain't gonna look quite the same."
Nobody said anything for a moment. It was so quiet in the room Stephanie could hear the guttering of the candles.
"I want a drink."
Hal's voice was so totally unexpected everyone jumped. He wasn't looking at anyone, but staring straight ahead as usual. In the candlelight his face looked ghastly. Bob muttered something under his breath but looked irresolute. Tony made an impatient gesture. "He's gonna screw up the detail, Bob," the younger man said. "You should've let me take care of him before."
The powerfully-built redhead walked to Hal and confronted him. "Don't hit him!" Stephanie pleaded instinctively as she saw the redhead's arm move. "Can't you see h-he's not even here?"
Bob paid no attention. Instead of swinging, he jabbed a hard thumb into Hal's chest. Hal stumbled backward under the pressure which Bob repeated several times. Hal retreated across the room until the backs of his knees struck a low sofa upon which he collapsed. He rolled from his back onto his side, then flopped over again. His eyes closed, and a loud snore came from his partly opened mouth.
Bob stood for a moment staring down at Hal, then shrugged. The redhead walked back to Stephanie and stood squarely in front of her. "Strip," he said.
"Yeah," Tony said immediately. "Now we're gettin' somewhere." He waved at Marie. "You, too, baby doll. Peel that luscious-lookin' ass for me."
"You c-can't mean you're going to t-treat us like animals," Marie stammered. Her face was pink and her hands were knitted nervously in front of her.
"C'mon, c'mon," Tony said impatiently.
"You'll love it, sugarplum, when ol' Tony starts rootin' around in your garden." He unzipped his pants and took out a husky-looking prick already in a lazy state of erection. "How d'you like the looks of that for a roto-tiller, huh?"
Marie started to cry. Rita stared openmouthed. Stephanie was so angry she forgot to be afraid. Ignoring Bob who was standing directly in front of her, she strode toward the smirking Tony and confronted him. "You ought to be ashamed of yourself, in front of these young girls!" she said heatedly. "You ought to be-"
She never even saw his arm move. All of a sudden the left side of her face exploded in a sheet of flame. Stephanie staggered sideways from the force of the slap, lost her balance, and fell heavily to her knees on the carpeting. She crouched there with her hand pressed tightly to her burning cheek, her eyes filled with tears she couldn't check.
"You leave my sister alone!" Rita cried shrilly. She rushed at the laughing Tony and tried to hit him. He scooped her up bodily under his left arm while his right hand disappeared under her skirt. "Oh! Oh! Oh!" Rita panted, wriggling like an eel but to no avail. "Don'ttouch me-there!"
Tony set the slender blonde down on her feet again. "Say, for a little thing she's really got a fat cunt," he observed to Bob. "I'm beginnin' to think we really struck it rich with these mustaches."
Rita ran to the couch on which Hal was sprawled out and dropped on her knees beside him. "Wake up! Wake up!" she cried, drumming on his chest with her small hands. "Please do something! Please!"
Hal snored on, and Rita collapsed on the floor in a freshet of tears. Bob approached Stephanie, still on her knees, took her by one arm, and raised her to her feet. Still half-dazed from the force of the full-armed slap, the room whirled dizzily around her. The red-haired man's face with its bristle of beard loomed in front of her own. "P-please!" she begged. "Not the girls! I'll-I'll do what you want, but not the girls!"
Bob laughed heartily. "D'you think you're bargainin' with us, sis?" he inquired. "Now if you want to have anything to wear out've here afterward, shuck out've those clothes." He winked broadly at the grinning Tony. "Or I know someone who'd like to take your panties down all by himself."
"Yeah, man!" Tony said instantly, but it was Marie at whom he was staring. "Hpw much help you gonna need, cava mia?"
Marie's hands were still knotted before her midriff. "What should I do, Stephanie?" she whispered.
The question crystallized Stephanie's own scattered, feverish thoughts. "We have to do what they say, dear," she said hopelessly. "We don't have any choice."
"Now you're on the front burner," Tony declared satisfiedly. "Why get yourselves slapped around? A good fuck's not the end of the world for you broads. C'mon, sugarplum," he continued in a wheedling tone to Marie, "throw off the threads an' let's see you dribble downcourt ballsy."
There was no point in antagonizing them needlessly, Stephanie knew. If they resisted, they would be subject to hard usage and the eventual same abuse. She still retained a slight hope of keeping the girls from experiencing the full degradation inherent in this terrifying situation.
Stephanie drew a deep breath and slipped out of the jacket of her suit.
Across the room Marie's tears ran down her cheeks, but she stooped obediently and caught the hem of her dress in both hands as she drew it up and over her head.
On the floor by the couch, the slender Rita checked her sobs and surveyed the scene incredulously.
CHAPTER THREE
"No stallin', now!" the powerfully built Bob muttered hoarsely to Stephanie. He was already unbuttoning his shirt.
Stephanie's icy fingers fumbled with the zipper at the waistband of her skirt before she succeeded in pulling it down. She stepped out of the skirt and immediately plucked the elasticized waist of her half-slip free and slid it down her legs. Across the room Marie had removed her slip and stood revealed in her institutional bra and brand-new panties. Her smooth, white arms and shoulders glistened in the candlelight.
Numbly Stephanie unfastened the garter tabs of her girdle from her stocking-tops. She struggled with the girdle, peeling it down from its clinging contact with her flesh, hopping on first one foot and then the other in an effort to retain her balance. By the time she had the girdle off the delighted Tony was taking Marie's panties down himself, leaving them around the girl's thighs while he stroked and patted her heavy hind cheeks. "Boy, will you look at thatl" Tony marveled in a wondering tone, displaying Marie's nude backside to Bob. "I'd damn near forgotten they made them like this!"
"Please!" Marie pleaded, one hand covering the luxuriant red bush of her pubic hair which clustered in tight chestnut curls well up on the white slope of her belly. "Please!" The exuberant Tony pulled her around to face him where he kissed her face, neck, and shoulders while his two hands went around behind her and played lovingly with her splendidly full bare globes. "Ohh!" Marie squealed, panic-stricken as the new position brought the erection protruding from Tony's unzipped trousers in contact with her unclothed stomach.
Stephanie could see from the corner of her eye that Bob had already removed his pants and cast them aside. She averted her eyes from the bunched-up front of his jockey shorts. Dear God, she prayed as her hands reached around behind her and unfastened her bra snaps, please let me find a way out of this so none of us will be hurt and the girls won't be shamed! She drew the loosened shoulder straps of the bra down her arms and the cups fell away, displaying her strawberry-nippled large breasts. After the close, warm confinement of the bra, the air in the room felt chilly upon Stephanie's breasts.
The stocky Bob was standing right beside her, hands clenched tightly. Stephanie inserted her fingers in the waistband of her panties and pushed them down over her hips. Once past her full thighs they descended of their own weight and settled about her ankles. Stephanie stood with her eyes half-closed, breathing deeply, not wanting to face anyone in the room. She was naked except for her stockings which were already beginning to droop from their lack of garter-support.
She squeezed her eyes more tightly together as she sensed Bob moving in beside her. She gasped as his rough hands raced over her silky skin, fondling her breasts, teasing her nipples, stroking the plump bowl of her stomach, and returning again and again to play feverishly with the full-fleshed nude cheeks of her bottom.
"Jesus!" Bob groaned so close to her ear that Stephanie flinched. He took her by the arm and turned her around, admiring her with his eyes, then played with her shrinking body again, dipping a finger down past her golden fleece to the juncture of her tightly-clenched thighs.
"What the hell 're you grinnin' at?" Tony snarled suddenly.
Stephanie's eyes flew open. The blackhaired man was glaring at Marie whose hand had left her mound to nervously conceal her mouth which had drooped at the corner into its emotion-excited semblance of a leering smile. "She can't help it," Stephanie said quickly. "It's not her fault." She went to Marie and slipped an arm around the auburn-haired girl's waist.
"What the hell y' mean, she can't help it?" Tony snapped.
"It's a scar from an accident," Stephanie explained. She started to give Marie a quick kiss, then in their present state of undress thought better of it.
Tony had seen her intention, though. "Go on, give her a kiss," he invited, apparently mollified. "Take off her bra an' give her a real kiss."
Afraid to arouse the man's quick anger, Stephanie removed Marie's brassiere. The girl's lovely breasts, slightly smaller than Stephanie's and with ruby-colored nipples centering dark areolas instead of Stephanie's strawberry-hued sentinels, rose proudly from her chestwall. Stephanie inclined her head and lightly kissed Marie's cheek.
"None of that noise!" Tony snorted. "Stand belly-to-belly an' kiss her! I wanna hear it, understand? An' rub your tits together, too."
With no help for it, Stephanie took Marie in her arms. The warm bowls of their rounded bellies blended as Stephanie placed her mouth on Marie's soft lips. She could feel the quick-stirring movement of the girl's body as Stephanie darted a tongue into Marie's mouth and slowly turned her upper body from side to side so four large, nipple-stiffened breasts companionably teased one another. When Marie's mouth broke away from Stephanie's with a loud slurping noise as the girl gasped for air, even Tony was satisfied.
"Play pattycake with each other's asses," Tony instructed.
Stephanie lowered her hands to Marie's bare seat and lightly patted the resilient flesh while Marie did the same for her. "Ain't that a picture, Bob?" Tony grinned. "Let's really compare 'em."
"I want to screw the blonde," Bob growled. "But-well, okay."
Marie's cold hand reached frantically for Stephanie's and squeezed it. "What'll we do?" the girl moaned. "What'll we do?"
"What you're told," Tony said. He said it cheerfully, in obvious good humor, but there was still an edge of hardness in his tone. He had dropped his trousers altogether and was standing in his shorts with his long, erect penis bobbing up and down at each movement. He examined Marie and Stephanie critically, staring at their breasts, bellies, thighs and pubic hair. He reached out and tweaked Stephanie's, and she squirmed. "Guess nobody got shortchanged, huh, Bob?" Tony commented breezily. "Turn around, girls. We want to see your asses."
Bob's hand on Stephanie's arm clamped down warningly before she complied. Stephanie and Marie faced the far wall with the candlelight behind them playing upon their nude, shining-ly-silky amplitudes.
"Bend over," Tony commanded.
Stephanie obeyed first. Marie stifled a sob and followed suit. The men gazed at the girls' plumped-out nudity, Stephanie's full-fleshed higher up, Marie's widespread flaring of her buttocks lower down. Tony placed a hand on Marie's bare seat. "I'm gonna fuck that ass for a solid week!" he declared emphatically. Then he transferred his hand to Stephanie's bottom. "With time out for a changeover to this one once in a while."
"Let's get them into the bedroom," Bob said. "I tell you I'm so hard my teeth hurt. I'm goin' to-"
"Say!" Tony interrupted him. "We're forgettin' something." His glance had turned to the couch where Rita still half-sat, half-crouched on the floor beside it. "What about little sister?"
"Yeah, that's right," Bob said. "Let's get her out've her clothes, too. That way we won't have to be wonderin' if she's trottin' around outside tryin' to stir up trouble while we're in the saddle." He raised an arm and pointed at Rita. "You, doll. Unwrap it like the others."
Rita sat motionless, her blue eyes fearful.
Bob took an impatient step toward her, and Stephanie's heart surged up into her throat. Tony spoke, however, before Stephanie could attempt to intercede; she felt compelled to try to shield the younger girl even though she knew it was hopeless from the attitudes their tormentors had already displayed.
"Let these two undress her, Bob," he said.
"I ought to whale her little ass," Bob snorted.
"Let them do it," Tony repeated. "It'll make a good show."
He looked at Stephanie and Marie. "You got two minutes to strip her." He paused significantly. "Or we will."
Marie looked at Stephanie pleadingly. Unspoken in the girl's look was the repetition of her previously voiced inquiry: what can we do? Nothing, Stephanie thought to herself with a renewed sense of helplessness, intensified by her shame at her nudity. Nothing, except do what they say.
She walked across the room to the couch, terribly conscious of the jiggling movements of her unconfined body-curves. From the floor Rita stared up at her apprehensively. "You're not really going to do it, Steffi?" the younger girl whispered. "You're not going to shame me like that?"
"Darling," Stephanie said softly in a tone she hoped wouldn't betray her own inexpressible sense of inadequacy, "we must do what they say."
Marie joined Stephanie, and Rita eyed the two nude girls nervously. "It's not really all that bad, Rita," Marie said coaxingly.
"C'mon, show us your pussy!" Tony growled with a wink at Bob.
Rita's eyes puddled swimmingly with unshed tears. "I don't w-want them looking at my pussy!" she said in a trembling voice while her glance flicked nervously to the men.
"Neither do we, dear," Stephanie replied gent-ly, "but what can we do? They're a lot stronger than we are. If you don't let us do it, you heard them say they'd do it."
"What the hell, that'd be more fun anyway," Tony remarked to Bob, and both men moved nearer to the couch.
Rita squeaked her dismay as she scrambled to her feet and tried to hide her slenderness behind the nakedness of Stephanie and Marie. "No, no, no, no!" the girl cried. "Don't let them do it!" Her terrified gaze swivelled from Tony's aroused penis projecting from his shorts to the thrust of Bob's powerful-looking hairy shoulders and thighs.
"Okay," Tony said abruptly, folding his arms across his chest. "You got one minute to let them do it, sugar bun, or we'll take over."
"Help me, Marie," Stephanie said.
Rita offered no further resistance verbal or otherwise, but her small face was scarlet. Working in tandem, Marie and Stephanie removed the girl's dress slipping it over her blonde head, then followed with her slip. Stephanie unclasped her sister's unattractive institutional bra and slipped the straps from the slim shoulders. "Oh!" Rita moaned at the revelation as her pear-shaped little breasts with provocatively tight pink nipples burst out into the open. Her hands flew to cover them, and additional color flooded her face.
Bob whistled softly as Marie and Stephanie again combined efforts to pull the brand new panties down Rita's dazzlingly white slender thighs. Rita's right hand deserted the breast it had been concealing and darted to cover the slight swell of her mound with its brownishblonde fuzzy ringlets slightly darker than her sister's pubic hair.
"Hands off!" Tony said threateningly.
The pretty youngster slowly removed her hands from the attractions they had been hiding and lowered them stiffly at her sides. Framed between the larger-bodied Stephanie and Marie, her diminutive curves caught and reflected the candlelight. Her skin was flawless, the tiny triangle of her soft fleece the only break in her snowy perfection.
"Turn her around!" Bob ordered.
Stephanie took her sister's arm and faced the reluctant Rita about. The girl's delicatelyblooming, dainty-looking bare behind dimpled at the men in contrast to the buttock-fruitiness of the older pair. "Ooooooooh!" Rita lamented in a wail as Tony reached for and gripped a girlish nude hind cheek.
"She's a little beauty, Bob," the younger man said appreciatively. "An' the fuss she's puttin' up I'll bet she's cherry." He released Rita's soft flesh and lightly slapped its twin. "Kneel up on the couch, all of you," he ordered. "Put the little one in the middle."
It was almost with a feeling of resignation that Stephanie obeyed. The three of them knelt on the couch cushions, leaning slightly forward over the back of the couch, Stephanie on the left. Rita in the middle, and Marie on the right. Bob and Tony stood behind them and stared at the array of female bare behinds with Rita's delicate slenderness artfully framed between the lush posteriors of the two older girls.
Stephanie turned her head and kissed Rita's cheek; she was just in time to find Marie doing the same thing from the other side. "Now ain't that a touchin' scene!" Tony said in a mocking voice. "Now go ahead an' kiss her on the ass. Both of you."
Stephanie hesitated.
Marie made no move.
"Shit, I'll show you I mean business!" Tony yelled. He grabbed for his pants on the floor and jerked his belt from them. Doubling it up, he swung it hard as he approached the lineup on the couch. Stephanie yelped as a searing pain enveloped her bare backside coincidental with the explosive sound of the leather belt upon her flesh. In a second the sound was repeated and Marie wailed her distress. "Now you kiss her ass!" Tony snarled. "Together!"
Stephanie crouched down and moved slightly backward so she could place her lips against the velvety warmth of Rita's unclad left buttock. Stephanie bumped heads lightly with Marie who was performing the same office for the other girlish hind cheek. Rita's slenderness moved uneasily at the indelicate attention paid it from two sets of warm lips.
"That's enough foolin' around," Bob said huskily. "My balls are breakin'. I knew we must've been savin' that big bedroom for somethin'. Let's get 'em in there."
"You heard the man," Tony said to the kneeling girls. He pointed to a door at the end of the room. "Forward, march!"
They climbed from the couch and walked toward the door as the two men followed them, carrying the lighted candles in the wine bottles. Stephanie could see a bright red stripe across Marie's bare behind and knew that its twin was on her own. Her backside still smarted.
Marie reached the door first. She opened it gingerly and looked inside. Rita crowded in beside her, and Stephanie tried to see over their shoulders. "Inside!" Tony said, and cruelly pinched Stephanie's smarting bottom. Stephanie gasped aloud. She surged forward to get away from the twisting pinch, and her weight shoved the others into the bedroom.
Bob and Tony followed, the candles they carried illuminating the scene. Large for a bedroom, the room was still much smaller than the central living area they had just left. The candles illuminated the space much more brightly, and there were no dark shadows in the corners. An enormous bed was the focal piece of furniture in the room; to Stephanie's startled eyes it looked much wider than the average bed's length, and in fact gave every indication that it could sleep eight people even if they were giants.
Tony glanced at Bob. "How you wanna do it?" he inquired.
"Make your own damn arrangements," Bob said shortly. He was already removing his underwear. "I'm gonna screw this one-" his thumb indicated Stephanie "-until her asshole whistles Dixie."
Tony smiled. "Go ahead," he invited. "I'll keep score for you." He placed his wine bottle on a small bureau and sat down on one side of the bed. He drew Marie casually down onto his lap. "Knowin' it's available has got me cooler than when I was imaginin' Marie's twitch hidden in her panties."
Bob was no longer paying attention. He took hold of Stephanie firmly and sat her on the bed, then pushed her more into its center. He climbed in on hands and knees beside her. Her throat went dry as she saw his hirsute body fully revealed with his thick penis already projecting well forward above his hairy balls. His body hair was the same rusty red as that on his head and chin. The head of his eircumcised penis was a purple monster that invoked a feeling of panic in Stephanie. To be raped by that awful-looking bludgeon-!
Stephanie shut her eyes as two hard hands seized her waist and placed her almost underneath the hairy man. She expected a hard knee between her thighs, prizing them open, and then a fearfully painful ramming from the purpleheaded truncheon she had already seen. And with everyone watching! It made it all the more unbearable!
Instead, Bob slid down beside her on the bed and pulled her in tightly against his hard stomach, his thick penis prodding Stephanie's thighs. He lowered his head to Stephanie's breast as he turned her slightly onto her side and began to suck on her nipple at the same time his hand crossed over her body to play with her naked bottom and run a finger up and down the deep valley dividing her plump hind cheeks.
A shiver rippled through Stephanie. Her nipple dilated in Bob's sucking mouth even though his chin bristles scraped against the tender flesh of her breast. It hurt but not terribly so. The finger probed more and more deeply into Stephanie's chink, where her thighs folded together, and a sigh escaped her. She was immediately furious at herself.
Bob removed the hand playing with her backside and pressed her down on her back. He transferred his mouth to her other nipple, and Stephanie felt her traitorous flesh stiffen under the licking, sucking attention paid to it. Then the same finger, slightly damp, tickled lightly amidst the soft curls adorning Stephanie's mound, and moved lower down as it began to trace her fissure from in front.
It wasn't fear that parted Stephanie's thighs. She wasn't even conscious of opening them deliberately. The next thing she knew the finger was dipping into her slit, plumbing her crease as hard knuckles rasped lightly upon her thigh-juncture. Stephanie could hear her own breathing as the finger rubbed steadily, massaged gently, and frictionized lubriciously. Muscles jumped uncontrollably in her parted thighs.
The finger arrived at a slight depression, and halted. She heard her own indrawn breath as her pussy-lips were separated and the finger crept inside, slowly at first then more deeply. Stephanie's bottom squirmed on the rough bed-covering. A warm flush enveloped her. The finger dipped in and out of her, and she could feel herself getting juicy.
"Why is Steffi getting red in the face, Marie?" she heard Rita's tense whisper.
There was no answer. Stephanie opened her eyes. Rita was kneeling on the bed, watching intently, apparently unaware of her own lack of clothing. Marie was still on Tony's lap, but Tony's mouth was on the nearer of Marie's perky breasts and Tony's wrist was curved between Marie's relaxed thighs. The wrist was moving steadily, and Marie's face was flushed.
Stephanie could see the hairy wrist dipped in between her own thighs, and the finger was working faster and harder in her melting interior. Bob's hard-sucking mouth lipped entire areas of Stephanie's breasts inside it, chewing and nibbling while tumultuary vibrations eddied through her stomach. An aching void in her volcanic middle region cried out for relief.
Then the sucking mouth and the probing finger were suddenly gone. Stephanie felt a sense of both chill and loss. Bob held the finger up to her so she could see it, and she didn't even feel a sense of shame at its glistening, sticky-looking appearance. Bob rubbed the residue from the finger onto the purple head of his turgid prick, then lowered himself onto Stephanie's belly between her thighs.
He crouched down low for a moment as he rubbed the head of his prick additionally in the ooze coating her overflowing twat, and Stephanie's knees jerked at the delicious stimulation. Why, this was terrible, a corner of her mind pointed out. She wasn't-she wasn't supposed to be feeling like this!
She grunted inelegantly as the heavy body on hers changed position. She felt the blunt head of the big prick press against the lips of her pussy-hole, and she set her teeth against the anticipated pain. Instead, the head slipped in easily, paused momentarily, and then the hard rod slowly glided inward while crinkles of excitement raced all through Stephanie's crammed chute.
"What's he doing to her, Marie?" she heard Rita's voice.
Again there was no answer.
This time Stephanie didn't even open her closed eyes. Involuntarily her thighs arched upward and enfolded the muscular back above her as the big penis stuffed into her pussy began a slow steady exploration of her depths. Her round bottom lifted from the bed to meet each downstroke of the jackhammer threatening to split her as it ramrodded its hardworking way in and out of her clinging chasm. She didn't seem to have any control over her bottom which had an independent life of its own.
Worse, she could hear her own little mewling cries as sensation flooded upon sensation deep down in her wildly stimulated sexual orifice. "Oh!" she panted. "Oh! Oh!" Her arms grasped at the husky shoulders pinning her to the bed and her hands scrabbled along the hairy back. "Oooh! Ohhhh! Ooooh!" And then her bottorn climbed from the bed in a shivering, shaking dervish dance before collapsing upon it limply. "OHHHHHHHH-H-H-H-H!" Stephanie moaned.
After a moment she raised her head languidly. It had taken her that long to realize that the furious piston-like pumping of the stout shaft inside her relaxed sheath had continued unabated. Stephanie found herself disconcertingly close to Rita who had crept closer to the entwined pair, the younger sister's face lively with curiosity. "I thought he was hurting you, Steffi," Rita said reproachfully. "But you look as though you like it."
A flush of embarrassment gripped Stephanie as she experienced anew the public nature of her rogering. She tried to smile reassuringly at Rita, but in mid-smile the tip of her tongue licked feverishly at her lips. A hot spark had ignited in her interior, right in the depths being plumbed by the plunging prick devastating her composure. Stephanie's relaxed thighs quivered, then lifted seemingly of their own accord. "Ohhhh!" she whimpered, squeezing the man between her legs as a trembling tickle poised on tiptoe in her pussy-depths.
She could see Rita's avidly curious little face almost at eye-level with Stephanie's round white bottom, completely exposed by Stephanie's doubled-back thighs, but somehow she couldn't bring herself to care. Rita stared wonderingly at the thick, greasy-looking pole pumping in and out of her sister's distendedlooking, dripping pussy-hole. The younger girl flashed a quick look at Stephanie's face, flushed again, before returning her attention to the furious action taking place almost in front of her eyes.
Stephanie's second come came upon her even more quickly than her first. "Ohhhh-h-h!" she squealed as the trembling tickle spread from her stretched sheath and seemed to permeate every iota of her straining body. "Oooooh! I'm-you're-ohhh! Dear-God! My-you're-I'm-ooooooh!-I'm coming-I'm-COOOOOOMING!!"
Her generous hips writhed in an abandon of orgasmic spend as she propelled them upward to meet the savage-slashing prick impaling her. Before she could even sink back on the bed two hard hands slid beneath her and each gripped a soft buttock-cheek, drawing her up even closer to the hard male belly that in some dim far-off recess of her mind Stephanie could hear slapping against her own.
The ravenous male on her belly plunged with his knees, plunged with his hips, plunged with his prick. He snorted and snuffled where his face was buried in the juncture between her neck and shoulder, and in an odd way Stephanie felt almost peaceful as she felt him gathering himself for the final assault upon her well-lubricated cranny. Her two hands made instinctive little patting motions upon the hairy shoulders. Bob raised his head as his hips went wild, and he bellowed in Stephanie's ear as he deluged her with thick jets she could feel shooting up inside her. It seemed to last for a long time before the powerful redhead collapsed upon her with a muffled groan.
Stephanie rubbed his lower back gently, realized what she was doing, and stopped in confusion. As though the cessation of her massage had been a signal, Bob rolled off her, pulling out with a sucking sound that embarrrassed Stephanie all over again, and lay on his side, watching her. She could see the rapid heaving of his big chest, and there was a sardonic grin on his face that still somehow appeared to be leavened with something else she couldn't quite define.
"I'm s-sorry," she said tremulously. "I wasn't expecting-I didn't think I'd-" She didn't know how to complete it.
"What's to be sorry about?" Bod said gruffly. "I guess you haven't been getting much of that lately?"
She shook her head negatively. Before she could speak, Rita moved into Stephanie's line of vision, on her other side. The younger girl tapped Stephanie's bare thigh. "I want to see, Steffi," she announced imperiously. "Lift up your legs again."
"Oh, no!" Stephanie said hurriedly.
"A h h h h, c'mon, show the kid the playground," Bob said. He grinned at Rita and pointed to his limp prick. "See how your big sister took the starch out of me?"
Rita stared curiously, then again tapped Stephanie's thighs. It had sounded more like a challenge than an order when Bob had told her to show Rita the playground, but Stephanie didn't want to destroy the seeming era of good feeling by making him angry. She elevated her legs which Rita by hand-pressure widened and doubled back to a position similar to that in which the younger girl had seen them when her sister had been covered by the male body.
"Your pussy is all red, Steffi," Rita said critically, applying a finger to it. "Boy, is it ever wet!" She raised her head from her close inspection to look at her sister's blushing, disconcerted features. "Does it hurt, Steffi? Your pussy, I mean?"
"No, dear," Stephanie managed to say in spite of her acute embarrassment.
"That's a damn well-fucked cunt you're lookin' at there," Bob told Rita.
The younger sister looked at him inquiringly. "Is a cunt the same thing as a pussy?" she asked while glancing again at Stephanie's mortified exposure.
"For the last thousand years," Bob said with a grin, then burst into a guffaw.
Stephanie stretched out her legs slowly and half-rolled onto her side in order to find a less revealing position. She was afraid her movements might call unwelcome attention to herself, but Bob was smiling at Rita.
"I've heard the girls at the orphanage saying 'fuck'," Rita was saying thoughtfully. "It means when you put your thing inside a girl like you just did to Steffi?"
"That's what it means," Bob confirmed. "And you can see how she loved it."
Stephanie felt the tips of her ears getting red.
"I always thought it was just a dirty word like 'shit'," Rita confessed. Talking to Bob, she seemed unconscious of her own nudity or her sister's or the silent pair on the other side of the bed where Tony's hands were slowly tracing fingertip patterns upon Marie's still flesh.
Bob reached out suddenly, capturing Rita's upper body. He drew the younger girl down across Stephanie's prostrate figure until he could kiss Rita squarely upon the mouth. "I'll bet your shit tastes just like ice cream, you little doll!" he said huskily at Rita after breaking his prolonged mouth contact with Stephanie's sister.
"What a thing to say!" Rita protested vigorously in a shocked tone. Her pink tongue circled her lips rapidly as though assessing the male taste conferred upon them. Her eyes were fixed curiously upon the bunched, sticky-looking penis-area of the red-haired man which showed signs of an imminently-present rebirth.
Bob pulled Rita's face down to his own again, and the pressure of his arms elevated the girl's daintily-flaring little bare behind to a position within inches of Stephanie's mouth.Without thinking, the older sister leaned forward and pressed a quick kiss upon an upturned soft hind cheek of the murmuring younger girl.
Rita turned her head in surprise when Bob released her mouth. "Why are you kissing my bottom, Steffi?" she wanted to know.
Stephanie felt a renewed rush of embarrassment. "Because she's got damn good sense!" Bob answered for her with a grin before Stephanie could think of a reply. "Only it's too good for her. I think I'll take over in that department myself before too long."
"The hair on your chest is tickling my titties," Rita said matter-of-factly to Bob.
The red-haired man guffawed again. "Well, now, we'll just have to see about that!" he said. Plainly he was enjoying himself hugely. Rita started to speak, but Bob tapped her on the shoulder. When she looked at him again, he was pointing at the other side of the bed. "Look there," he said in a hoarse whisper.
Stephanie half-turned onto her side to look, too. Tony and Marie were plainly oblivious to everything else taking place on the huge bed. The last time Stephanie had looked in that direction Marie had been sitting upright on the blackhaired Tony's lap. Tony's undershorts had disappeared in the interval, and Marie was now almost flat on her back on the same lap, with her head held up by one of Tony's arms at one end and her legs elevated ceilingward at the other, her position balanced by Tony's other arm which passed between her upraised thighs while his palm covered her cunt with one finger nowhere in sight.
Tony's head was lowered to Marie's face and he was kissing her frantically, his tongue boring into her mouth, their clearly audible hurried breathing broken only by slight slurping sounds as lips and tongues exchanged salutes while Marie timidly returned the mouth-andtongue caresses lavished upon her.
The striking-looking red-haired girl's long legs waved idly in the air as with parted thighs she accepted the ravaging finger which in slow motion drew out to first-joint depth from her moist cranny and then slid inward again to be buried to the hilt. Again and again the finger traced the same patient course, and the long legs began to tremble.
"I can see her whole pussy," Rita said with voice lowered in unconscious imitation of Bob's whisper.
Stephanie, too, could see all of Marie's pink slit except that covered by the male hand, the pouting lips peeping forth from the red-gold curls which were less thick than upon the girl's deeply-curved lower belly. Stephanie noticed for the first time that Marie's body was far enough down on Tony's knees that his prick curved freely upward against his dark-haired belly, freely except where it was clasped lightly in Marie's small hand which moved gently up and down the stiff shaft, sliding the foreskin back and forth over the shining pink head.
"Oh!" Marie's voice exclaimed weakly. Her long legs trembled still more as her handsome big bottom heaved upward to get more of the finger into her straining cunt. "Ohh! I'm-ooooh! Oooooooh!"
Her voice subsided in a hissing long-drawnout sigh as her white, capacious nether cheeks vibrated strongly from her inner sensations, when she sank back limply upon Tony's lap, her voice was barely audible. "You-you didn't even have it in me!" she murmured in a hushed tone.
"See if you say that in five seconds!" Tony said in a strident voice. He slipped both arms under Marie, lifted her bodily, and deposited her on her back. With both still unaware of their interested audience, he moved on hands and knees in between the firm white thighs which parted willingly to receive him.
"There it goes!" Rita breathed excitedly as Tony's long prick probed momentarily at Marie's bedewed orifice before lunging inside. "How can it go in so farl" the girl marveled.
Stephanie started at a touch on her thigh. She looked down to see Bob's hand stealing slowly over her leg toward her oozing cunt. She flattened a thigh to make room for the big hand, and the same blunt finger penetrated her quivering flesh. Bob began to frig her slowly while never removing his eyes from the other side of the bed.
Stephanie bit her lip at the emotion the blunt finger was arousing in her, but she also looked toward the coupled figures so close at hand. Tony's surprisingly girlish-looking bare behind, not nearly so hairy as the hirsute Bob's, was plunging furiously upon Marie's quiescent flesh as the auburn-haired girl tossed her head from side to side while her tongue feverishly laved her lips.
Tony's rapid fucking-movement became frenzied. He grunted loudly as he banged his shaft into Marie's clasping quim, shuddered, then relaxed with a loud sigh. "Goddam!" he rasped after a moment. "Lost m' cool altogether, been so long since I had a piece like you."
"I'm sorry," Marie's whisper floated to the watching trio.
"Hold still," Tony commanded. "It'll be up again in a minute."
There was a moment's silence as his hips began a slight swaying motion. "Ooooooh, I can feel it getting hard again!" Marie exclaimed softly.
"I told you so," Tony said complacently. "Now I'm really gonna ream your juicy little cunt, girlie." He re-settled his knees and reached down to pat a full-blown bare buttock. "Hold on for the ride."
He began with long, slow strokes, rising and falling steadily as his hard prick, slippery with combined spend, surged in and out of the redhaired girl's gaping twat. Stephanie, her attention divided by what was taking place in her own interior as Bob's slow finger-frigging of her own pussy continued, knew exactly the sensations and emotions overtaking Marie.
The chestnut-haired girl writhed languidly under the poking she was getting, then her body quickened and tightened as Tony's stiff prick touched her core and stimulated her reactions. Her big white bottom humped up and down in a wild dance of its own as the pistoning prick rammed in between her reddening cunt-lips. Her arms clasped Tony suddenly as her legs elevated and pointed ceilingward. Her long white legs gleamed in the flickering light of the candles in the bedroom.
"Ohh!" Marie cried out passionately. "It'slovely! Oooooh! It's-LOVELY!" Her buttocks and thighs strained to extract more from Tony's deep penetration of her. "Ohhhhhh, do-it! Do it! DOOOOOOOooooo itttt!"
She nearly wrenched herself out from underneath the hard-working Tony as her come overtook her, but he held her firmly and slammed away at her ravening cunt until his own come sent him into a grunting finale that once again deluged Marie's slippery quiff with a hot load of sperm. He rolled off her with a sigh.
Marie raised her head to see where he had gone, and found herself looking directly into the interested faces of Bob, Rita, and Stephanie.
The auburn-haired girl moaned in distress and buried her face in her shaking hands.
CHAPTER FOUR
Rita was kneeling bolt upright on the bed, staring down at her girl friend Marie's crimsonblotched round stomach and tightly clenched thighs which, however, failed to conceal the wet splashes darkening the lower areas of her reddish-gold pussy-hair. "You liked it. too, Marie," Rita declared. "And I think it's terribly mean of you two not to have told me there was something like this outside the home." Hands on hips, the little blonde looked indignant.
Bob removed his finger from Stephanie's clutching quiver, and she felt an immediate sense of loss. He reached up and touched Rita at the base of her dark-blonde body-fleece as she knelt beside him. "You mean they never did anything for your pussy while you was inside?" Bob drawled.
Rita had backed away from the probing finger, surprised, but at once moved back closer to it, widening her thighs and thrusting out her lower abdomen. "Rita!" Stephanie cried out, appalled.
"Oh, hush, Steffi!" the younger girl replied impatiently. "If he can do it to you, I guess he can do it to me." The finger tickled the unexpectedly fat cunt-crease jutting firmly from Rita's core. The girl shivered, then stared down at the excrescences covering her downy arms and thighs. "Look at those goose bumps!" she exclaimed in delightful amazement.
"How's it feel?" Bob queried. He winked at Tony who was still resting on his side in the aftermath of his energy-expenditure upon the auburnhaired Marie.
"Squirmy," Rita answered. The finger dipped lower and lower into her treasure chest, and Rita's slender bare thighs were unconsciously kneading each other. "I mean my pussy feels squirmy."
"They never did this for you?" Bob persisted.
"Oh, Mark kissed it a few times," Rita said. "But we were always listening so hard for one of the matrons to come into the toilet that Marie always said she couldn't really do anything."
Tony raised his head. "In the toilet?" he asked interestedly. "How'd you manage that?"
"Marie had me stand up on the toilet seat with my dress up and panties down and then lift one leg while she balanced me." Rita replied. "Then she'd kiss it."
"Where there's a will, there's a way," Tony observed. He glanced ironically at the red-faced Marie. "Your imagination almost equals your ass-wiggling, baby." He returned his attention to Rita. "Did you ever kiss hers?"
"I tried to, but she was so big and heavy I couldn't balance her. Every time she lifted her leg, I couldn't hold her up on the stool."
While listening to these revelations, Stephanie had been watching Bob. His probing finger still dallied in Rita's recesses, and his prick, which had been dangling limply against a hairy thigh, rose steadily and probed the air boldly. Stephanie looked at its blunt, purpleheaded massiveness and quaked internally. It was humiliating to recall the unlady-like reactions and vocal outbursts the big prick had wrung from her, but at the very thought of it being used upon her again saliva filled her throat until she had to swallow hard. It's because Hal hasn't touched me for so long, she thought defensively.
"Whaddya say we have the redhead here give Rita's cunt a real good kissing?" Tony was saying to Bob. He returned Bob's previous wink. "We don't want the kid to feel deprived, do we?"
"Later," Bob answered. "What about a swap right now?"
"A swap? You mean-" Tony glanced from Rita to Stephanie, then from Marie to Stephanie, and his gaze sharpened as he considered Stephanie's snowy breasts with the pink nipples adorning their crests, the slope of her smooth belly, and the light golden fleece covering but not concealing her sturdy mound. He slapped the unsuspecting Marie lightly on her bare stomach, and the redhead's soft flesh quivered jello-like. "You mean you want a slice off this loaf?" Tony continued, indicating Marie. "Yeah, great. Meantime I'll take a hack at the big blonde."
Bob rose to his knees, removing his finger from between Rita's thighs. The girl looked dis appointed. "We'll get back to you, little bit," Bob promised. "We're savin' you for dessert." Rita giggled uncertainly.
He crawled across the bed to the wide-eyed Marie whose fascinated gaze was fixed upon the stout erection projecting lustily from between Bob's hairy thighs. "Oh, no!" Marie murmured apprehensively. "It's-it's too big!"
Bob laughed. "You just had one an inch longer an' was beggin' for more, if I remember right," he said. Marie's face turned scarlet.
Tony had vacated his place beside Marie and dropped down on the bed beside Stephanie. The older sister had been horrified to discover that her first reaction to learning that Bob's renewed erection was to be used upon Marie and not upon herself had been disappointment. She was further disgusted with herself to find that she was surreptitiously studying Tony's penis which, stickilv shriveled, reposed peacefully wormlike.
Tony was watching Bob and Marie. "Give her a good jazzing, Bob," he advised. "She's a solid piece of cunt-meat."
"She looks it," Bob grunted. He was poised on his knees in front of Marie, lifting and doubling back the redhead's long legs until her pinkgashed slit, still redder than usual at its orifice from its previous workout, was fully exposed to view. Marie whimpered in dismay at her exposure.
Bob paused as he was about to lower himself upon Marie's belly. He glanced at Rita, watching curiously. "How'd you like to help me, little bit?"
"H-help?" Rita queried uncertainly.
Bob nodded solemnly. "You'd be surprised how hard it is for me to get my prick into that little pussy-hole down there." He nodded again at the wet-looking cunt pouting upward from between Marie's splayed thighs. "Why don't you put it in for me?"
Rita looked interested. "You mean actually take hold of it and-and put it right inside her?"
"That'd be great," Bob assured her. Rita crawled across the oversized bed to the pair.
"Don't do it, Rita!" Stephanie called pleadingly, horrified at the subtle inveiglement of her younger sister.
Tony immediately clamped a piercing finger grip upon Stephanie's left breast just below the nipple. He twisted cruelly while she gasped with pain, tears flooding her eyes. Only once or twice in her life had she ever experienced such agony. "Speak when you're spoken to, bitch!" Tony snarled at her, his handsome dark features only inches from her own. He maintained the twisting pinch another instant while the muscles in Stephanie's thighs fluttered sympathetically in response to her pain before he released her, returning his attention to the trio close by. The crimson-faced Marie looked as though she would have liked to make her own protest but didn't dare.
Stephanie massaged her breast frantically with a soothing palm until the worst of the pain went away. She knew she would have a vicious black-and-blue mark as an unwanted souvenir. She had to blink the tears from her eyes before she could see clearly what was taking place near by on the big bed. When she could observe, the sight so startled her that she almost called out again before the pain in her tender breast reminded her to keep silent.
Bob's powerful-looking reddish-haired body was in between Marie's widespread thighs which were doubled back almost upon her chest. The whole of the girl's vermillion-lipped quim in its furry nest lay exposed to the ravishment promised by Bob's thick prong which trembled above her bare belly. Stephanie shivered as unbidden excitement stirred her own juices. Never had she seen a girl's twat so blatantly, yawningly agape.
Flat on her stomach, the slender Rita was at eye level with Bob's prick and Marie's cunt. "Bring it down lower," Stephanie's young sister commanded Bob. The burly man obligingly lowered himself upon Marie's warm belly. "Lower still." Rita ordered. "You're 'way too high." She giggled unexpectedly. "Your hair almost matches Marie's in color down here," she informed Bob. "They're both so red you wouldn't believe it."
She took hold of Bob's prick in her right hand and drew its dark-red head down the course of Marie's slit, trying to line it up with her friend's cunt-hole. At the touch, Marie's thighs, firmly clasped in Bob's big hands, writhed slowly in anticipatory excitement. "Back off a little," Rita said to Bob, who inched his hips backward. Rita guided the bulbous prick-head to the slight depression in Marie's gaping quiver and lodged it. "There," she said satisfiedly. "Now push."
Bob thrust his tufted hips forward and the head disappeared. Marie's breath whistled in a loud sigh and she clenched her lower lip between her teeth. Rita looked up at her friend's face curiously. "Are you hurting her?" she asked Bob.
"Why don't-you ask-her?" Bob grunted, joggling his gristle from side to side in Marie's tight channel.
"Does it hurt, Marie?" Rita asked solicitously as two inches of Bob's shaft eased inside Marie's distended twat. She had to repeat the question before her friend heard her.
"No! N-no!" Marie gasped. "Don't-talk! Don't-TALK!" Her hands groped frantically for Bob's muscular shoulders as her voice rose in a shrill squeal. "Oooooooh, it's going-in!"
"Only halfway," Rita observed from her eyelevel view. "But if it doesn't hurt, why are you making such faces?"
Marie made no reply. Her eyes rolled back in her head until the whites showed as her straining cunt absorbed more and more of Bob's steadily advancing stiff prong. Rita's blonde head had advanced to a point where it blocked Stephanie's observance of Marie's penetration; Stephanie shifted position on the bed so she could see better, ashamed of her curiosity but tremendously excited by the spectacle. Tony glared at her threateningly when he sensed her movement, then returned his own attention to Bob's fucking of Marie.
She could see Bob's prick submerged between Marie's thighs so that approximately only an inch and a half of white prick-shaft kept their mutually bronze bold body hairs from twining together. "Only a little bit left," Rita said in a marveling tone. "Where does it all go?"
No one answered her. Bob's self-imposed restraint while he was encouraging Rita's "help" was fast leaving him. His thick body surged forward in a series of lunges as he buried his prick right to his balls which slapped lightly against Marie's upturned hind parts. He rested for a second and then began to jog it slowly in and out of Marie's clinging receptacle.
"Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!" Marie said clearly as each insurge once again buried Bob to his roots in her twitching, rocking cunt. Desperately she tried to widen her thighs even more to obtain still further penetration from her r a v i s h e r. "Ohhhhh, my!"
"His thing is getting all shiny-looking," Rita remarked from her inches-away observation post. "Boy, will you look at it go in and out!"
Marie's wide hips rotated in turbulent dis quietude before they began to push upward in a flustering flurry of incisively abrupt movements that jiggled the soft flesh of her buttocks enticingly. Bob's weight pinned her shoulders to the bed while his glistening prick rammed at her fermenting sheath-walls until she thought she would lose her mind. The plunging jackhammer in her red-hot cunt seemed to redouble its efforts.
"Ohhhhhhhhhh!" Marie's voice soared in a half-shriek. "You're-my-ooooohhh!-my-I'm-ohhhh!" Tremors shuddered through her entire body, preliminary to the special convulsion she could feel gathering in her loins. Her inner tension built and built and built to a point where she felt herself standing on the head of a pin. Then a series of hard thrusts from the hard prick pounding her quiff sent her over the dam.
"Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! It's-coming! I'm-COMING!" Marie ejaculated between gasps. She threw her writhing hips upward in frenzied abandon to extract the last drop of pleasure from the tortuously teasing tickle deep in her interior. "Ohhhhhhh-h-h-h!" she moaned on a declining scale as the lava-laden convulsions in her squishy-feeling cunt subsided.
Rita had raised herself to gaze in astonishment at her friend's rolling-eyed, lips-drawnback-from-teeth sensual abandonment that preceded her present crimson-faced, passion-sated, slackened mouth and semi-parted lips. Then Rita once again lowered herself flat upon the bed to contemplate Bob's continued piston-like plunging of his monstrous whang in and out of Marie's aperture which appeared to be steadily becoming more swampy.
Bob's heavy knees grappled with the bedspread to obtain more leverage. His large, rough hands moved downward from Marie's thighs and gripped her bottom-cheeks. He changed grips and clamped the luscious bodycushions again, and Rita could see his fingerprints upon her friend's nude white hind cheeks where he had seized her previously.
And Rita could see a quick stirring in Marie as the ravaging prick continued to assault her dripping pussy. The released plump white thighs rose slowly in the air and met over Bob's straining back, the heels locking. Almost tentatively at first and then faster and faster Marie's bottom, imprisoned though it was in Bob's hands, bucked upward in time to his plunges upon her belly. The sound of Bob's hairy balls slapping against her bare flesh was the only noise in the bedroom.
Marie tried to elevate her legs still higher, tried to grip Bob more tightly with her thighs. Her breath was just beginning to come more heavily when he suddenly lowered his head against her neck, redoubled the speed and force of his fucking of her, and pounded her quivering body for seven or eight seconds before he collapsed upon her.
Frantically Marie squeezed his body between her legs as she sought to retain the already shriveling prick within her. She trembled on the verge of her second come but not even the furious writhing of her inner thighs upon the hard body between them could bring her off. She relaxed with a tired sigh. "You-left-me!" she mourned, struggling for breath. "You leftme."
"Couldn't-hold it-another-goddam s e cond," Bob panted from his sprawled position on her belly. "But plenty-more where-that came-from."
Marie opened her eyes, saw the faces hovering over her, Rita's curious, Tony's cynical, Step h a n i e's half-excited, half-embarrassed, and promptly broke into tears. "I'm s-so ashashamed!" she sobbed.
"What the hell for?" Tony argued. "What's a good fuck among friends?" He grinned lewdly. "You really looked like you were enjoyin' it, chickadee." He looked at Stephanie sitting on the bed beside him, then down at his own penis which still clung damply in its shrunken state to his thigh. "Guess I'm gonna need a little help with this tool," he remarked casually. He nudged Stephanie. "Get to work."
She looked at him uncomprehendinglv.
"W-Work?"
"Suck on my prick and bring it up."
"No," Stephanie said faintly. Her stomach, already hollow-feeling from only a hamburger consumed since breakfast, rebelled at the very thought.
"What'd you say?" Tony rasped.
"X-no," Stephanie said a bit more strongly but with apprehension. The tolerantly amused look on Tony's handsome features had disappeared in favor of a scowling glare.
"Maybe you don't like the condition your ass is in right now?" he said savagely.
"Please," she begged. "I've-I've never done it."
"Then you'll never learn any younger," he declared. "Go on. Suck it."
Stephanie sat there, miserably afraid, but determined not to follow the vile instructions. Tony moved more quickly than she would have thought possible. His strong hand seized her by the nape of the neck and dragged her face down across the bed over his knees. Stephanie's nipples scraped across the rough coverlet, and she cried out at the pain, which proved to be almost nothing in comparison with the searing smart in her husky right buttock as Tony delivered a stinging openhanded slap to it.
Whack!
"Ohh!" Stephanie mewed as a sheet of flame enveloped her left buttock from another hard spank. "Please-don't!"
Whack! Whack! Whack!
"Oww! Ohhh! Owww!" she gasped, trying to roll off Tony's lap but with her upper body immobilized by the crushing grip on the back of her neck. Her white thighs and legs flashed in the candlelight as she tried to kick her way free, "but she was unable to escape the burning spanks showered upon her tender bare bottom. Whack! Whack hack!
"Owwwww! Ooooooh! Please! Owwwwww! D-Don't!" she shrieked as Tony sadistically pursued her writhing, pinkening buttocks with heavy-handed smacks from his hard palm.
Across the bed Rita had been inspecting Marie's still-throbbing, bedraggled-looking wet pussylips with the same interest she had previously afforded Stephanie's. The hirsute Bob was stretched out on his side, watching her. Both turned as Stephanie's outcries gave them the first indication of the activity on the other side of the bed. Marie had flung an arm across her eyes and was still trying to catch her breath after Bob's solid fucking of her had left her on the brink of coming and shattered her composure.
Rita scrambled across the bed and placed both her small hands on Stephanie's crimsoning plump hind cheeks, trying to shield them from Tony's severe spanks. "Why are you spanking Steffi?" the little blonde asked indignantly.
"Butt out, midget!" Tony growled warningly. He flung one of Rita's hands aside and whacked the defenseless globe thus revealed. Stephanie howled, and Marie, sitting up in bed hurriedly, winced in sympathy as the flattened hind cheek quiveringly rebounded with the palm-print showing starkly.
"What the hell's goin' on, Tony?" Bob demanded to know. He had half-raised himself onto an elbow.
"I told this bitch to suck me off, an' by God she's going to do it!" Tony declared, pausing in his merciless pursuit of Stephanie's flaming seat.
"Oh," Bob said, and stretched out again.
There was a moment's silence which was broken by Rita. "Maybe you'd better do what he says, Steffi?" the younger sister suggested tentatively. "Your poor bottom is getting awfully red-looking."
Stephanie was crying openly from the burning pain in her soft flesh. "I c-can't-do s-such-an awful th-thing!" she got out between sobs.
Tony immediately raised his hand again, and Stephanie wailed in anticipatory dread even before the hard palm exploded with a sound like a pistol shot upon her quaking buttock. "Ohhhhhhh!" she shrieked, kicking frantically but to no avail. Bob reached across the bed and dragged Rita's slender nudity away from the center of action when Rita would have flung herself across her sister's body.
Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack!
"Owww! Owww! Ooooooh! D-don't! Please don't. Owwwww! S-Stop! No m-more! I'llowwww!-do it! I'LL-DO IT!!" Stephanie yelled, all resistance spanked from her.
"That's better," Tony declared, stopping the spanking for the second time. He looked down at Stephanie's twitching behind, crimson and hotlooking from its spanking. He flung her off his knees and stretched out on his back with his knees up and his thighs parted. "Now crawl in here an' get to work, damn you."
Stephanie dallied an instant, frenziedly rubbing her smarting bare globes with both hands before she crept in between Tony's widened legs, still sniffling. She was too inexperienced to know that he had deliberately chosen a position that made it harder for her. When she lowered her face toward his groin the black-haired balls were right under her chin as her mouth timidly approached the prick lying limply on his belly. The back of her neck started to ache at once from her strained position.
"No stallin', bitch!" Tony warned as Stephanie hesitated. She could see the combined accumulation of Tony's and Marie's spends on the sticky-looking joystick, and the joint perspiration-and-sperm odor wafted to her shrinking nostrils almost gagged her. Shakily she extended the tip of her tongue and licked experimentally at the shriveled member she now found it difficult to believe she had seen eight inches long and rampantly plunging into Marie's enveloping soft cunt. "I said take it into your mouth, dammit!" Tony roared.
Blindly Stephanie shoved her face forward until her nose bumped the hair-covered belly. Without giving herself time to think of anything except the renewed pain in her behind as the plumped-out position of her buttocks in her crouched-forward position stretched the spanked flesh tautly, she lipped Tony's warm, milkylooking penis into her mouth, trying to keep her lips from closing upon it so she wouldn't have to taste it.
"Now suck it!" Tony ordered, He was leaning back on his elbows, watching her and enjoying her shrinking dalliance. "Suck it clean!"
Stephanie closed her eyes and her lips, moving slowly with the prick in her mouth, pulling slightly with her lips with as little force as she dared, the smoky-salty taste finally passing her taste buds for the first time. She was relieved to find that the taste wasn't nearly as bad as she had feared, but just the thought of what she was actually holding in her mouth was almost enough to make her physically sick.
"Use your tongue!" her tormentor command-ed, thrusting his loins up into Stephanie's face so none of the prick could escape her shirking attention. Desperately she swirled her tongue around the limp object inside her mouth until the pain in the back of her neck became intolerable. She opened her mouth and the prick fell out. "My neck-hurts!" she gasped. Despite herself her tongue circled her greasy lips, removing still further traces of copulatory excesses. Her nose wrinkled at the odor immediately beneath it.
"Go down on it, damn you!" Tony shouted, rising up threateningly.
"Ahhhhhhh, give her a break on the position, Tony," Bob interposed. "She can't do what you want that way." The burly-shouldered man shoved himself to the edge of the bed where he was with knees spraddled. "Come on," he said to Marie. "Get down here between my legs an' we'll show 'em how to do it right."
Marie hesitated fractionally, but with her eyes upon Stephanie's uptilted, still-pink behind, she climbed meekly from the bed. She knelt down on the floor between Bob's legs and, with his hand on the back of her auburn head, brought her mouth down to Bob's still-wet penis, stubby-looking in its diminished state. Marie took it in her mouth and began to suck at it with little hollowing motions of her cheeks, her bare backside quivering gently from the pull of her working neck-muscles. Little ripples of movement flowed down her smooth back and vir. brated her sleek, wide-flaring hips.
"All right," Tony said grudgingly. He placed a foot in Stephanie's stomach and toppled her onto her side before he swung his legs over the edge of the bed and assumed a sitting position alongside Bob and. the cocksucking Marie. "Get down here," he said crisply to Stephanie who had been staring mesmerized at Marie's performance.
Stephanie climbed from the bed and got down on her knees in front of Tony. She moved in between his parted legs, and with less reluctance than before due at least partly to the example two feet away from her, once more took Tony's prick, now not quite so limp as formerly, into her soft mouth. She began to emulate Marie's hollow-cheeked sucking, and for a moment the only sound in the bedroom was the girls' hard breathing through their nostrils and the slight sucking sounds emitted from their mouths.
Rita slid from the bed and ran around it to a spot where she could see the entire operation. She watched eagerly, both the lip-and-mouth sucking efforts of the two girls and the vibratory flesh-ripples in their nude bottoms, Stephanie's now only a shade pinker than Marie's pristine dazzingly-white globes.
"Ooooooh, Tony's is getting bigger again!" Rita observed.
It was no news to Stephanie. The formerly limp prick in her mouth had stiffened and was attacking the back of her throat. She moved her mouth back and forth on the fleshy rod, giving it an occasional swirling lick with her tongue, wondering what to do next.
Tony's knees moved uneasily. "I got to stop her 'cause I want to fuck her first," he said to Bob.
"Suit yourself," Bob said indifferently. There was a creamy note in his voice. "I'd just as soon splash the redhead's tonsils this time."
"It wouldn't be bad," Tony agreed. "Except this big blonde looked like a really good fuck when you had it in her. I think I'll try it that way first. Then-"
"Wash goin' on h-here!" a new voice said unsteadily.
Five pairs of eyes focused on Hal Kirby leaning heavily against the bedroom door as he peered through drink-fogged eyes at his wife sucking a man's prick and a young girl alongside her doing likewise for another man.
Tony recovered first. He pushed Stephanie backward until his newly engorged prick popped out of the mouth with a squishy sound. Stephanie sank back on her haunches, staring horrified at Hal in the bedroom doorway. Tony rose from the bed and advanced a couple of paces toward Hal, arms out from his sides and feet planted exaggeratedly wide. "Come to join the party, pal?" he inquired with a grin that managed to look dangerous. "Who's got a better right?" Tony continued with forced joviality. "Since you supplied so much of the ingredients?" He swept a hand back of him toward the bed where the slender Rita stood silently in her nudity, Stephanie still crouched on her haunches,,and the wide-eyed Marie still enclosed half of Bob's thick prick in her ovaled mouth. "Which one you want to tackle first, huh?"
Hal didn't appear to have heard him. "Need-drink," he mumbled. The hands supporting himself against the door were shaking.
Tony shook his head disgustedly. "Your wife gettin' fucked four ways to breakfast, an' you need a drink, you damn lush. Well, I'll tell you-"
A sound from Bob attracted the attention of all but Hal. With a smothered groan the big man seized the back of Marie's head in both hands and fucked his re-enlarged prick in and out of her mouth which was suddenly filled to overflowing with its previously pliant occupant. Marie's expression was strained as she sought to cope with Bob's battering-ram tactics as the big man's thick prong surged in and out of her mouth while Bob's hips came clear off the bed in the violence of his effort.
Then Bob gave another groan and pumped rapidly in and out of the girl's clinging lips while his hips jerked in an unmistakable come. Marie gasped as her mouth and throat were deluged with sperm, swallowed desperately, gagged, swallowed again, and tried to pull away. Bob's hands at the back of her head held her in place until the last of his hip movements died away and he sank back on the bed, releasing his hold on Marie's head as his prick pulled out of her mouth.
An overflow of spend at once ran from the corners of the girl's compressed lips. It dribbled down and collected at the point of her chin where it dripped slowly onto her breasts. She panted heavily as she tried to regain lost breath while with her bare forearm she scrubbed at Bob's leavings on her lips and chin.
"Her tonsils should've got a taste of that, right enough," Tony observed. He grinned at Rita's puzzled study of the shame-faced Marie and Stephanie's half-mortified, half-excited divided glance between Marie's overflowing mouth and Tony's once-again upstanding long prick before returning his attention to Hal. "Made up your mind which of 'em you want to fuck first, pal?" he asked.
Hal had been looking directly at Marie and Bob but his fogged brain didn't appear to make the connection with what his eyes had seen. "D-Drink?" he said hollowly. Stephanie realized suddenly that the previous interval was probably the longest in months that her husband had been without the solace of large quantities of whiskey.
"You got your priorities wrong," Tony assured Hal. The good-looking Tony appeared to be enjoying himself now that there was no question of attack from an outraged husband. "While you're makin' up your mind which one of 'em looks best to you, we'd better get vour clothes off."
Deliberately he advanced toward Hal and began to unbutton Hal's shirt. Hal offered no resistance as Tony ripped the shirttails from Hal's trousers and unbuckled his belt. "D-Drink?" he mumbled again as Tony removed his trousers, shoes, and underwear. Hal seemed oblivious to his own flaccid, pot-bellied, paleskinned nudity as Tony stepped back and looked at Bob.
"Maybe we better start him off at home base," Tony suggested. He looked at Stephanie still crouching on the floor. "Get up on the bed, ready to be fucked," he told her. He waited until the full-fleshed blonde girl meekly rose from the floor and climbed onto the bed where she rolled onto her back and parted her legs. A lingering tenderness in her recently spanked behind as her buttocks pressed down upon the bed covering was enough to remove all thoughts of disobedience.
The large muscles in Tony's back and shoulders writhed suddenly as he stooped and picked up the unprotesting Hal bodily. Tony carried the white-skinned man to the bed, turned him over, and lowered him face down upon Stephanie's body so that his dangling white prick rested upon Stephanie's golden-fleeced, pink-lipped pussy. "Hope you don't mind a wet deck, pal." Tony said mockingly to the inert Hal. "After all, you were late for the preliminaries. There you are. Stick it in her an' wag your tail."
Stephanie closed her eyes tightly.
She had thought it impossible to be any further embarrassed, any more humiliated, but this was simply dreadful!
CHAPTER FIVE
Hal remained prostrate upon Stephanie's belly. He was sweating profusely, a cold, clammy perspiration that her own flesh shrank from. Two or three times when Hal was drying out after prolonged bouts with the bottle, Step h a n i e had seen him become unexpectedly horny, but this time there was no indication at all of anything like that.
"Anything goin' on down there?" Tony grinned at Stephanie. The good-looking black-haired Tony was standing beside the bed with the erection produced by Stephanie's mouth in his hand as he slowly worked the foreskin back and forth over the head of his red-eyed prick.
He had to repeat the question before Stephanie responded. "N-nothing," she said faintly, humiliated beyond words that other eyes, no matter how friendly, like Rita's and Marie's, should see her in such a position with Hal.
Tony reached down and gave Hal's nearer buttock a twisting pinch. Hal's body moved uneasily, and he muttered something unintelligible, but he didn't appear to know where he was, even. His eyes were open but fixed unseeingly.
"Well, what the hell, man," Tony said impatiently, taking Hal by a shoulder and rolling him off Stephanie where he collapsed onto his side, facing her. "If you can't make it, buy a ticket for the next bus. Let someone on her belly that knows what to do with that gorgeous-looking pink cunt."
He grinned again at Stephanie, and to her mortification climbed onto the bed with her where he knelt upright with his long, turgid erection, not as greasy-looking as before after Stephanie's mouth job on it, pointed right up over her wet gash in the general direction of her large breasts. "I'm gonna give you a fast fuck with him watchin' so's he'll get the general idea," Tony announced.
"Oh, please," Stephanie begged, a rich tide of color surging upward from her throat into her face. "Please, not-not with him right-right there. Please!"
"There shouldn't be any surprise for him in the fact his wife likes to get fucked, should there?" Tony asked blandly. Bob, who was sitting with the naked Marie on his lap again and Rita, equally naked, playing with one of Marie's breasts gently, grinned in an equally sardonic manner as Tony.
"Oh! Ohh, no!" Stephanie said breathlessly as Tony's lean stomach came down upon hers and she could feel his erection probing at her lower abdomen which felt chilled from the evaporation of Hal's perspiration after Tony removed him. "Please don't do it to me like this!"
"Shut up and put it in, or you'll be sorry."
With tears in her eyes Stephanie groped under her partly-raised bottom until she captured the long, hard penis in her hand. Despairingly she brought its tip in conjunction with her pussyhole, then caught her breath with an indrawn sigh as Tony thrust into her suddenly, half of his erection being engulfed in her yawning crevice with his first shove.
"Get the idea, man?" Tony inquired with a sideways glance at Hal. Deliberately he ran his prick in and out of Stephanie's slot a few times without attempting to penetrate more deeply while goosebumps jumped up on her arms and thighs and Stephanie hated her own flesh for the response elicited against her will.
Her distress became all the more pronounced when Hal raised himself painfully on one elbow, pointed at Stephanie, and delivered himself of a long, garbled sentence in which the only understandable words were "fucking my wife."
"Yeah," Tony agreed with his sneering smile. "I'm fuckin' your wife, man, an' whaddya gonna do about it?" He gave three or four hard ramming motions with his hips while his prick slid deeply into Stephanie's quiver. She gasped aloud at the sensation; she didn't feel nearly as crammed as she had from Bob's thicker prong, but the tip of Tony's erection seemed to search out new ground and titillate it highly so that the muscles in her legs quivered.
Hal got out another mangled remark and tried to move closer to Tony and Stephanie. Tony pushed contemptuously at the elbow propping up Hal, and with that support removed he collapsed again upon his side, only the wildly-moving eyes in his pale, perspiring face offering even token resistance.
Tony began to hump Stephanie, moving in and out of her with long, slow strokes. Thighs limp, Stephanie sprawled loosely under him, trying to ignore a faint spark deep inside her pussy generated by the plunging prick.
Tony was having none of her inertia, however. He reached beneath her and pinched an already sore buttock viciously. "Move that-fat ass, sister!" Tony panted. "What the hell-you think-you got it for?"
Stephanie cried out at the pain in her soft hind cheek; involuntarily she thrust her hips upward to try to get away from the source. She shivered as in consequence Tony's next thrust penetrated her even more deeply; the betraying hot spark in her interior was rapidly being fanned into a glowing coal. Desperately she tried to divorce her mind from the proceedings taking place within her body so her response, however involuntary, wouldn't be seen by all.
But the acute stimulation created in her by Tony's lunging prick denied her even this solace. She bit her lower lip as the withdrawal of the lengthy, fleshy rod to its tip on each stroke unbearably aroused deep-yearning if unspoken desire for its immediate return. She could hear herself grunting as each swinging stroke of Tony's energetic hips slapped his belly forcibly against her own while the elongated ramrod within her stirred up her juices relentlessly, and the animal-like sounds of her vocal response added to her dismay.
Then a dam burst within her, and all feeling of dismay, shame, and humiliation disappeared. Her thighs climbed swiftly and seized upon Tony's plunging body while her hands grasped his shoulders, much smoother than the hirsute Bob's. "Ohh!" Stephanie exclaimed as sensation intensified within her, forcing her clenched teeth apart as babbling verbalizations passed her lips. "You-you're-oooh!-my-ohhh! It's del-oooooh!-delicious! Ahhhhhh!"
She strained her hips upward to miss nothing of the pounding Tony was giving her soft flesh, quick little starbursts of additional excitation flooding her molted interior each time the tip of the long prick deliciously expanded her deepest sheath-walls. "Ohhhhhhh!" she moaned softly before her voice rose as all inhibition departed. "Yes! Yessss! O o o o o o h, fuck me! FUCK meeeeeeee! Ahhhhhhhhh! Aieeeeeeeee!"
She could feel the expansions and contractions within her excited cunt as she deluged Tony's ravaging prick with her spend. Her voice died out in a low wail as her bottom sagged back languidly upon the bedcover instead of furiously returning each poke of the hard prick lodged in her chute. Mentally and physically Stephanie coasted for a moment until a grunt from Tony and the sudden increase in his fucking-movements warned her that his climax was at hand. She stirred herself into action again, calculatedly now that her own frenzied desire had been assuaged, and managed each upthrust of her heavy-cheeked behind combined with a quick squeeze of her cunt-sheath-upon Tony's blunderbuss.
"Agggrrrhhhhh!" he roared in her ear, humping frantically for eight or ten seconds as he flooded her chalice with his boiling sperm. He writhed a final time or two and then collapsed upon Stephanie.
She lay there, pinned by his weight, once more conscious of her totally undignified position. Conscious, too, of the sound of her own words still ringing in her ears. Had it actually been she, Stephanie Kirby, who had called out those vile things? She had used them with Hal when they were first married, but only because he had coaxed her to use them. And the wordsas well as the exuberance-of their lovemaking had declined even before the period of Hal's heavy drinking.
Reminded of Hal, Stephanie turned her head.
She was both horrified and disconcerted to see that he had raised himself on his elbow again and was glaring at them, his previous pallor having given way to a very red face. "I-I couldn't help it!" she pleaded instinctively before realizing that even in a semi-stupor Hal must perceive that she had been forced. Not that that meant she had to enjoy it, though. Any husband would have a right to feel angry, she thought wretchedly.
Tony had stirred at the sound of her voice although he hadn't realized to whom she had spoken. He raised his head. "Goddam, this one really likes to get screwed!" he muttered to Bob. "I mean she wrung me out."
"She's good at that," Bob agreed in his heavy voice. "Your audience seems to be comin' to life, or hadn't you noticed?"
Tony glanced quickly at Hal who had inched his way closer. "Learn anything, pal?" Tony sneered before he realized that Stephanie's husband's anger had pierced his liquor-fog. Tony put a hand on his shoulder and shoved, and Hal went over weakly on his back. But he immediately began to try to raise himself up again.
"I don't think he appreciated seein' you fuck his wife," Bob said drily.
"Fuck him, too, then," Tony snapped. "From her reaction, she ain't been gettin' a hell of a lot of it from him lately."
"Let's give him a little distraction," Bob suggested.
"What you got in mind?" Tony's interest was aroused.
"For a starter, let's make him lap the little doll's cunt. An' I got another idea after that if things work out."
"Great!" Tony enthused. He began to laugh as he looked at Rita sitting quietly on the bed. "Although damn if it isn't wav too good for him."
He raised himself from Stephanie's prostrate body. Patches of sweat where his hairy chest had adhered to her breasts and his stomach to hers separated with a slight sucking sound as he broke the contact. Stephanie's pussy-lips felt chilly at the removal of the warm blanket of Tony's diminished flesh.
"What are you going to do?" Rita asked apprehensively as Bob took her shoulders and Tonv her ankles. "Steffi, don't let them hurt me!"
"You're not gonna get hurt," Tony assured her. "Just spread your legs like a good girl until your little butterfly is out in the breeze."
Reluctantly, Rita permitted Tony to widen her thighs until her fat-lipped, pouting cuntcrease was fully visible in its downy nest of brownish-blonde pubic hair. Tony raised her ankles until she slid down on her back with her legs in the air and her pink slit even move fully exposed. Then Tony doubled up each of her knees in turn and handed each slim ankle to Bob who held them loosely at her shoulders, so that Rita's doubled-back posture left her helpless to offer any resistance except a slight wriggling movement of her bared private parts. "Ooooooh!" the girl whimpered. "You're showing everything!"
It was no understatement. Stephanie could see between the fragile-looking hind cheeks of her sister's bottom right into her little brown buttonhole. Tony roughly seized Hal by the back of the neck and dragged him across the bed until he could force Hal's face into the aperture created by Rita's separated and doubled-back thighs.
"Oh!" the girl exclaimed. "He's-he's breathing on my pussy!"
"Lick it, man!" Tony commanded Hal. "Or I'll pinch your balls!" His free hand trailed downward to the backs of Hal's thighs and Hal's face surged forward into Rita's thighjuncture until Rita's chubby twat disappeared from view.
Immediately her thighs bucked convulsively and only Bob's big hands on her ankles and shoulders restrained her. "He's-LICKING it!" Rita cried out. "Oooooh! With his-TONGUE!" Flat on her shoulderblades, Stephanie's sister wriggled her slender bottom furiously as Hal's questing tongue laved her private parts, now seemingly with no need of further threats from Tony.
"How's it feel?" Tony demanded of Rita.
Unhearing or unheeding, the younger sister switched her hips from side to side in an unavailing effort to rid her hitherto sequestered sexual domain from the hotly clinging and probing tongue. "Oooooooh, he's got-the whole thing-inside his mouth!" she moaned in half-delirium at the sensations exploding within her. Frantically she rubbed herself up and down against the hard-pressing mouth.
"Seems like he's got the idea," Bob remarked with a little laugh.
"Yeah," Tony agreed. "I didn't think he had it in him."
"Take a look down below for somethin' else you didn't think he had in him," Bob announced.
Stephanie could see, too. Under Hal's belly as he was half-propped-up by Tony's grip, the previously slack white prick was steadily lengthening and expanding.
"Well, whaddya know!" Tony marveled. "It just goes to show a really hot little cunt can bring a prick back out of the grave, dosen't it?" Both he and Stephanie watched Hal's erection reach a surprising state of rigidity. Not having really observed it closely at point-blank range since the first month of their marriage, Stephanie was amazed to see that it compared favorably with Tony's although not as long, while it also lacked the breadth at the base that made the burly Bob's such a formidable fucking-machine.
"I think I'll put him back on his wife now," Tony decided aloud. "Since he seemed to think he was missin' somethin'."
"I've got a better idea," Bob said quietly.
"Yeah? What?"
"Let's have him break the little one's cherry."
"You crazy, man?" Tony exploded. "Hell, I was gonna flip you for her cherry. If you don't want it, I sure as hell do!"
"Get smart," Bob urged. "Who needs a twenty-to-life rap?" He indicated Marie and Stephanie. "These two couldn't get nowhere by hollerin' rape afterward unless we really beat 'em up. An' so far they been turnin' it up like mockin' birds singin', so there's been no need." He nodded at the doubled-up. writhing, sexually-enthralled Rita, half out of her mind from Hal's hardworking tongue and mouth. "But a doctor can tell when a split-tail gets it forcible for the first time. She ain't gonna prefer no charges against her brother-in-law, an' you can be the second man in her cunt."
"Well-" Tony grumbled. He released his grip on Hal's neck, but Hal stayed right where he was. "Developed a taste for it, hasn't he?" Tony said drily. "Okay, you win, Bob." He grabbed Hal by the backs of his legs and dragged him away from Rita. The girl's wiggling cunt-lips, a darker pink than before, glistened damply from Hal's attentions. "Oh! Oh! Ohhh!" Rita'said feebly. "What a feeling!"
Tony pointed a finger at Marie. "You," he ordered the auburn-haired girl. "Get down on her cunt an' give it a tongue-bath. Get her as wet as you can. Give her a finger-friggin', too. Have we got anything to lubricate his prick with, Bob?"
"Not a damn thing so far as I know," Bob replied.
Tony shrugged. "Then she'll just have to take her chances."
"I've got some hand lotion in my handbag in the other room," Stephanie said faintly, "but surely you don't mean to-"
"Get it," Tony ordered, cutting her off.
"But she's only a baby!" Stephanie protested.
"Damn healthy-lookin' baby to me," Bob grinned. "You don't hear her hollerin' none, do you?"
Tony was scowling darkly at Stephanie. "Did you hear me?" he demanded. "Go get that lotion or I'll heat up your bare ass all over again."
With the memory of the terrible burning pain in her nude bottom all too keen in her mind, Stephanie left the bedroom for the larger living room with its carpeting and fireplace. Removed from the closer confinement of the bedroom and the animal heat given off by the nude bodies, she felt chilly. She found her bag and hurriedly removed the small bottle of lotion. How long had they been here already, she wondered hopelessly? And how much longer was the nightmare going to continue?
She returned to the bedroom to find Marie crouched down over Rita who was on her back again with her slender straight legs draped over Marie's white shoulders. Tony and Bob were watching the slight quivering movements of Marie's full-fleshed, firm-fleshed naked hind cheeks as they vibrated in sympathetic harmony with the hardworking muscles in the back of Marie's neck as she busily tongued the ecstatic Rita. The younger sister kept lifting her own girlish behind off the bed to offer Marie more of Rita's slit for Marie's wet caresses.
Tony hovered over the pair on the bed. He reached in suddenly and took hold of Marie's behind, a solidly-round cheek in each hand. With his thumbs he separated her full globes until most of her fissure appeared. Marie stopped her tonguing of Rita's twat to look over her shoulder apprehensively to see what was going on behind her. "See that?" Tony demanded of Bob, indicating Marie's crinkly, tight-looking rectum, surrounded by a sparse ring of red hair. "We may only have one virgin cunt in the crowd, but I'll lay odds we've got three virgin assholes."
"An' I'll lay odds on what you're plannin' for 'em," Bob said drily.
Tony smirked. "You said it, man." He released Marie's hind parts and immediately dealt a fresh-looking buttock a stinging slap. "Who told you to stop sucking, sister?" he der manded. Marie quickly lowered her face between Rita's slim thighs. The imprint of Tony's hand showed plainly on Marie's bottom, at first a stark white which then turned pink.
"She should frig the kid a while now," Bob offered.
"Okay," Tony agreed. He put his hands on Marie's waist and dragged her away from Rita. "Give her a good finger job, fatass," he commanded. "The better you do it the less she's goin' to mind bein' fucked for the first time."
Stephanie watched in shamed fascination as Marie arranged the quiescent Rita on her side and then stretched out beside her. Marie's right hand slipped between the younger girl's parted thighs and played lightly with the same area where her mouth had just been. Rita trembled, then sighed deeply. "You're getting me-wet," she whispered. "Oooooooh, Marie!"
Marie's curved finger sought out Rita's little cunthole and disappeared inside. Rita arched her back and tightened the muscles in her slender buttocks. "Hey, you," Tony said to the watching Stephanie, magnetized by her sister's sexual arousement, "get some of that lotion on his prick." He pointed to the glassy-eyed Hal who was also watching intently as Marie frigged Rita.
Marie spread Rita's plump cuntlips with her left hand until the little bud of her clitoris appeared. Stephanie saw Rita's legs jerk convulsively at this new stimulation as Stephanie unscrewed the cap on the lotion bottle and poured some out onto her palm. She took hold of Hal's surprisingly strong erection and rubbed it in her lotion-filled palm, not rubbing it in but coating it with a thin veneer. Hal jumped at her touch but never removed his eyes from what was taking place on the bed before him.
Stephanie coated the tip of her husband's circumcised penis liberally, marvelling at how large his prick seemed. The rubbery head seemed not a great deal smaller than Bob's purple-eyed monster. "All right, work some into her," Tony said, indicating Rita.
Marie removed her probing finger and slid to one side on the bed. Stephanie bent down over her sister and applied a fresh handful of lotion to Rita's swimming pussy-lips. "Ohhhh, it's cold!" Rita cried out.
"You won't be cold down there in a minute," Bob told her.
Stephanie carefully worked the lotion all over Rita's fat pussy and well inside. Crouched over the recumbent Rita, Stephanie started when a weight descended upon her back and a cold, greasy rod prodded her distended bottom. She looked back in amazement to find that Hal, his face totally expressionless, had climbed onto his knees and was trying to put into her from behind!
Bob laughed heartily. "Which hole was he aimin' at?" he asked Tony between chuckles.
"Her cunt, I think," Tony responded. He pulled Hal away from Stephanie. "Hold it, champ," he admonished the blank-eyed Hal. "We'll turn you loose on your wife's ass afterward. First you got a little business with that young cunt down there." He looked at Bob. "We ready?"
"All shipshape," Bob answered. "Lower the boom."
Tony's strong hands urged Hal forward and deposited him upon Rita's slim body. "You put it in for him like she did for Bob," he told Stephanie.
"Oh, n-no!" she gasped.
Tony's face darkened. He gripped the soft flesh of Stephanie's inner thigh and dealt her a twisting pinch. "Don't argue with me!"
"I'll do it! I'll do it!" Stephanie shrieked as waves of pain seared her tender flesh. She flattened herself on her belly and reached under Hal to grip his stiff prick lying on Rita's lower abdomen and introduced its broad head into Rita's well-greased channel-entrance. Stephanie was hurting so badly she hardly had time to think of the shame of her actions in aiding her husband to rape her young sister.
Rita winced as the head of the prick disappeared between her cunt-lips. "Oww!" she wailed, kicking with her feet. Bob captured a slim ankle and Tony its mate. Rita bit her lip.
"It's s-softer than your finger, Marie, but it's s-so much-bigger!"
Hal wasn't moving but his weight was gradually forcing his erection more deeply into the girl. "OWWWWW!" Rita yelped clearly. "That hurts! What's-what's he doing to me?"
"It always hurts the first time, at least a little," Marie tried to soothe her. "But after that it's lovely. Isn't it, Stephanie?"
"Yes," Stephanie agreed faintly. She was watching in awe as four inches of Hal's stout prong still remained outside Rita's straining chalice. So many times in better days she had accepted that prick in her own quivering cunt! Now it hurt her to see it being used upon another, even if it was her sister's.
"Let's get the show on the road," Tony said impatiently. He nudged Stephanie. "When I count three, you pinch her ass and I'll pinch his. One, two, three!"
Rita screamed as the two bodies surged together involuntarily. Stephanie saw Hal's prick sink in an inch and then appear to bounce back. "Again!" Tony ordered. "One, two, three!"
Afraid not to comply, Stephanie again synchronized her pinch with Tony's. "Aggggrrrrrrhhhhhhh!" Rita yelled as Hal's lunge carried him into her to the hilt. "He's ripping-meeeeeeeee!"
"He's in," Stephanie reported.
"X-no more!" Rita sobbed. "My p-pussy's burning!"
"It's all right now, Rita," Marie attempted to comfort her friend.
"Please take h-him off!" Rita begged. The younger girl drew a long, quivering breath. "How can you s-say something that h-hurts so much is f-fun?"
"The fun begins pretty soon now," Marie assured her. Hal, who had been resting on Rita's belly, began to move his hips in a thrusting movement.
"Ow! Ow! Ow!" Rita whimpered at each lunge that fetched up deep in her smarting sheath. "He's-scraping me!"
But gradually her outcries died out and a changed expression appeared upon her piquant little face. At eye-level, Stephanie could see the greased rod pistoning in and out of Rita's fat quim, patches of blood flecking the greasy hand lotion.
"He's gettin' to her," Tony observed with satisfaction as Rita's face turned red. "Hey, not so quick!" he said to Hal whose hip movements had suddenly accelerated. Stephanie's husband bent his back over his sister-in-law's young body and with wrenching jerks fired off a salvo that could be seen by all. "Goddam, he shot his load before she came!" Tony said disgustedly.
"If you was in somethin' as tight as that, you'd shoot your load, too," Bob remarked. "Anyways, he broke her in."
A measure of calm had returned to Rita's agitated features. She raised her head to look down at the man sprawled motionless between her thighs. "It's-it's not burning as much'" she said as though in answer to a question. "But I felt-I felt as though I was on the top step of a ladder, and then there was nothing."
"We can fix that," Tony said. "Drag him off her while I lotion my prick," he said to Bob. "I been wantin' a taste of her cunt surroundin' my prick ever since she took her panties down." He picked up the bottle of lotion from the bed, uncapped it again, and began to spread a liberal palmful along the length of his long rigid penis. "Watchin' that has really put me in the mood."
Bob had to struggle to remove Hal from Rita. Blood flecked Hal's semi-erect prick, and a flow of blood and sperm trickled from Rita's violated cunt down her thighs from which it puddled onto the bed cover. The younger girl moved her thighs uneasily and tried to see down the bowl of her stomach to observe what had taken place.
"Ohhhh, you're going to hurt me again!" she cried out as Tony moved in between her parted legs.
"Take it easy, sister," Tony said. "This ain't gonna be nothin' you can't live with, or I miss my guess."
Ignoring Stephanie, still watching at close range, Tony put the tip of his red-eyed staff against Rita's pussy-hole from which a minute amount of blood and sperm was still oozing.
Rita flinched at the first pressure and clasped her hands together tightly. In a series of slow movements, Tony worked his way inside the girl's tight orifice.
He paused halfway in. "How's it feel?" he inquired.
"It doesn't h-hurt as m-much!" Rita murmured breathlessly. "But I keep expecting it to s-start!"
Tony resumed his efforts, and Stephanie could see the long prick steadily slipping into her sister's pouting bulge. "Oh, it's deep!" Rita wailed. "It's-bursting me!" But her hitherto slack thighs rose and clutched tentatively at the man between her slender legs. "Oooooh, my pussy's-s-stuffed!"
Tony lodged himself so that his black bodyhair merged with Rita's soft brown-blonde fleece. Then he began to fuck the girl, obviously in slow motion. Plainly he wanted her to come this time, and his exacting hip movements upon Rita's squirming body soon began to produce results. Once more a deep tide of color invaded the young girl's face.
"How's it goin, kid?" Bob inquired. He had drawn the silent Marie closer to him and was fingering the nipple of her upstanding breast.
"It's-not scraping-this time!" Rita gasped. "It's-it's tickling!" A shudder flashed through her, shaking the firm flesh of her young buttocks as they made slight experimental movements upward. "Ohhh, Steffi, what's h-happening to me?"
"Relax an' enjoy it," Bob advised her.
"I can't-relax!" Rita moaned as Tony's hard prick plunged in and out of her tight-walled sheath. "I'm-I'm-oooh!-I'm-" She raised her head to gaze wildly around at the other occupants of the huge bed. "My-ohh!-pussy! It's-ahhhh!-I'm-oh, ohh, ohhh, gollv!-I'mOHHHHHHHHHHHhhhhhhh-h-h-hf"
Her untutored bare rump rose from the bed cover to perform an energetic naturalistic wriggling dance; the girl was completely abandoned to the sensations flooding from her pierced quiver to every nerve-end in her body. Exhausted, she sank back upon the bed as Tony continued to plow her garden with rigorous strokes of his lancing tool. Rita mumbled something unintelligible as Tony continued to fuck her.
"What'd she say?" Bob asked curiously.
"She said now she knows," Marie translated for him. She put a hand on Bob's knee. "Look!"
Bob chuckled as they all saw Rita's alabaster-white behind spiraling upward from the bed again. "I guess she could even get to like it," he drawled. "With a little practice." He slipped the hand that had been teasing Marie's aroused nipple down between the auburnhaired girl's thighs. "All you broads got twitches that won't quit."
Gurgling sounds issued from Rita's parted lips as Tony slammed his prick into her juicy twat. Her writhing thighs clutched inexpertly at his body as her upraised behind tried to make a platform for his boring-out of her quiver. "Ohhhh!" the girl yodeled as Tony's movements upon her increased suadenly. "Here-it comes again! H-here it comes!"
Before she finished her come Tony was spending deep in her entrails as he pounded and pounded her yielding flesh. The dark-haired man grunted and growled as he pumped his semen far up into Rita's quivering canyon. The girl scarcely had time to savor the last of her own violent emotions when Tony sagged off her body, and she cried out disappointedly. "Once more!" she pleaded. "Once more!"
Bob shook his head admiringly. "Damn if you females ain't born whores," he said. "Fortunately for us guys."
Rita rolled onto her side and pushed herself up onto her knees. She crawled to the edge of the bed, put her feet on the floor, and stood up shakily as though uncertain her legs would keep her upright. The girl walked spraddle-legged to the single bureau in the bedroom and tilted the glass forward so she could see her lower body. She stared at the blood-lotion-and-semen patches on her fleece and upper thighs, some dried, some fresh. "Is that-is that b-blood?" she quavered. She lifted one leg in order to try to see better, then winced at the pull upon hitherto unused muscles. "Did s-something break inside me?"
"Only your virgin-shield, puss," Bob said cheerfully. "An' believe me, you'll never miss it."
Abruptly Tony raised himself from his position on his side. Before Stephanie realized what was happening, Tony seized her. He set her upon her knees and then bent her head down and clamped it between his knees, so that her upraised bottom pointed at the bed's other occupants.
Tony reached around behind Stephanie and parted her hind cheeks with his two hands. She felt totally exposed to the gaze of all. "All right," she heard Tony say as she remained helpless to do more than switch her bare behind slightly from side to side. "Here's that ass you wanted a whack at, pal. Let's see what you can do with it."
Stephanie wept impotently as her husband Hal, with a renewed erection standing forth stiffly from his middle, crept in behind her and crowded up against her with his belly and his protruding prick jammed against her recoiling buttocks.
CHAPTER SIX
Stephanie cowered with her face buried in the bed cover as Tony's hard knees gripped her head on either side. His big hands elevated and spread her bare behind so that Hal was able to bring his aroused prick to bear between her heavy hind cheeks. Always sensitive about the overdevelopment of her bottom, Stephanie felt this latest shame was more than she could bear. "Go ahead, pal," Tony invited Hal. "Either hole. Take your pick."
"No, Hal! No!" Stephanie got out in a muffled voice. She tried to free her face from the bedcover and succeeded merely in having Tony crouch lower upon her. She could feel his sticky prick on her neck. "Don't you dare, Hal!"
There was no reply from Hal, and Tony just laughed. Indignation mingled with Stephanie's humiliation: nine times out of ten Hal emerged from a drinking interval a twitching mass of nerves, shaking so badly he was unable to pick up a cup of black coffee. But this had to be the tenth time when he came out of it horny as a goat. Stephanie remembered once she'd come home from the office and Hal had met her at the front door of the apartment and taken her on the floor before she got six feet inside. But it didn't happen very often like that.
So it infuriated her that in front of all these people she should feel his erection bumping at her pussy from underneath as Tony held her immobile. She tried to move her bottom away, but Tony's iron fingers dug into the flesh of her soft thighs, and Stephanie with a whimpering wail stopped moving.
The knob of Hal's prong joggled Stephanie's vaginal entrance, slid off, returned, and probed more deeply. "I think you got it lined up," Tony advised his confederate. "Dip your wick."
Stephanie's breath caught in her throat as Tony held her hips while Hal pushed forward. His prick slid in so easily she couldn't believe it, and it seemed to go in and in and in. "Ohhhh!" she whispered hoarsely, and at once hated herself for the vocal admission that the penetration wasn't wholly unpleasant.
She tried to remain quiet, but as Hal began to fuck in and out of her she found it impossible. For one thing, his prick seemed to rub against her clitoris more than in the other position. Stephanie could hear her own hissing breath despite clenching her teeth. The tip of Hal's prong on each forward lunge seemed to reach previously untouched, newly sensitive areas in her grotto, and Stephanie found it impossible to play the stoic as she would have preferred.
"Sock it to her, pal," Tony urged Hal. "I can feel her belly startin' to jiggle."
Stephanie could imagine all eyes upon this spectacle of a husband fucking his wife dogfashion. Hal was ramming her with a fury she'd never known him to possess. The loudest sound in the room was the slap of his belly against Stephanie's bare buttocks. "Hal!" she gasped. "What are-you doing? Not so-h-hard!" Hal must have gone out of his wits entirely, she thought despairingly. Or had those two ruffians somehow hypnotized him?
A low-keyed tingling began to stir deep in. Stephanie's interior. It felt different than when she was getting screwed from on top. It felt milder and farther away. But it persisted. Involuntarily she tried to rub her thighs together, but Tony had her spread too widely back there. Hal was shuttling in and out of her with metronomic regularity, his plunging strokes elevating Stephanie's ass a good two inches each time despite Tony's restraining grip.
Then Hal was suddenly pounding her backside with rapid-fire strokes that could presage only one thing: he was coming. "No, no, no!" Stephanie called without thinking. "Wait for me!"
But he didn't wait for her. She felt his hot jets inundating her, and try as she might she couldn't bring herself off in unison. Hal's pumping movements slowed, then ceased. Stephanie was still trying to provoke her own orgasm when Hal pulled out of her with a sucking sound. The wave of chilly air assaulting Stephanie's backside where Hal's belly, balls, and hot prick had caused her tenuous orgasm to retreat and dissolve. "Oh, damn!" she groaned mightily, and was again mortified at the self-disclosure of her arousal.
Tony chuckled as he released his grip upon her. "One of us'll be along to tickle up your little bird," he promised. Stephanie avoided his mocking gaze. Tony turned his attention to Hal. Stephanie's husband had crawled to the foot of the bed and stretched out on his side. Before ten seconds had passed the sound of his snoring filled the room.
"A blase type, wouldn't you say?" Tony grinned at Bob. "Went an' left his dear little wifie betwixt wind an' water, too. You wanna row that boat again so we don't send her home feelin'frustrated?"
"I haven't had a whack at the little doll yet," Bob replied. "I'm gonna shaft her first."
"Ooooh, no!" Rita pleaded. "Your thing is the biggest of all, and I still hurt inside."
"Maybe I should wake up his majesty down there an' get him back into the action?" Tony suggested before Bob could reply to Rita.
"What for?" Bob wanted to know.
"Oh, I dunno," Tony said vaguely. "He contributes to the scene. An' somehow I get the feelin' his wife hates gettin' it from him even more than she does from us." He favored Stephanie with his familiar half-smile, half-sneer. "Right?"
Stephanie pretended not to have heard.
"Which adds a kick to havin' him do it to her," Tony continued to Bob. "Now I think-"
The two men argued amiably about rousing Hal. Marie, who had been replaced on Bob's lap by Rita, crept to where Stephanie was sitting glumly in the center of the bed. "Isn't this dreadful?" the auburn-haired girl whispered to Stephanie. "Where do you think it will end? Will they let us go afterward?"
"I wish I knew," Stephanie replied wearily in the same almost inaudible whisper. "I don't care a bit for some of the things they've mentioned."
"I've never felt so ashamed," Marie murmured. "Some of the things they've made me do-" she hesitated "-it's disgraceful the way it excites me sometimes."
"They know how to do it," Stephanie said. She supposed in this first interval of being able to talk to Marie they should be making plans about getting away, but what was there to plan? With no clothes, and no transportation, they weren't going to get very far even if they could get out of the hunting lodge, which in itself was problematical, with Tony in particular keeping an eye on them most of the time.
He proved it right then. "What are you two females whisperin' about?" he growled from the other side of the big bed.
"Nothing," Marie said hurriedly. "I was-I was just saying how tired I was."
"Tired!" Tony snorted. "What the hell is there for you broads to be tired about? All you got to do is spread your legs and stuff it in you. You don't have to get it up each time the way we do."
"Speakin' of gettin' it up," Bob said casually. He pointed to his own flagrant erection. "Time I was doin' somethin' about this." He looked significantly at Rita.
"Why don't you do it to Marie again?" Rita coaxed. "She likes it." There was a worried look on the little blonde's face as she studied Bob's thick truncheon jutting forth from his lower belly.
Stephanie didn't think Marie appeared particularly flattered at the nomination, and the girl's first words proved it. "That's an awful thing to say, Rita!" she complained.
"But it hurts me, and it doesn't hurt you," Rita pointed out with youthful logic. "Your pussy must be bigger than mine."
"It's just had more exercise," Tony interjected, and Marie blushed. Tony crooked a finger at Stephanie. "C'mon over here, you."
Afraid not to, Stephanie sidled toward him apprehensively. "I just-I just had a turn," she faltered. "Isn't it someone else's time to-to-"
"Entertain?" Bob supplied for her. He was grinning again.
"What a bunch of party poopers!" Tomrasped. "The girls I know 'd love to have this much prick available." He glared at Stephanie who shrank from arousing his anger which always projected itself painfully upon a girl's soft flesh. "Roll over on your back," he ordered.
Meekly, Stephanie did as she was told, wondering what new outrage was to be practiced upon her, but afraid to provoke Tony's wrath further by dilatory tactics. Tony took Rita by a wrist and slid her from Bob's lap. The younger girl looked just as diffident as her sister but made no demurral. At least Rita is learning not to antagonize them unnecessarily, Stephanie thought, although the conclusion did little to allay her own anxious concern.
Tony pointed to Stephanie flat on her back with her blonde fleece newly bedaubed by Hal's leavings matted wetly on her corallipped slit. "Sit down on her face," Tony ordered Rita.
The younger girl looked blank. "S-sit-?"
"Oh, for God's sake!" Tony exclaimed in dis gust. He rose from the bed, picked Rita up bodily, turned her around so that her head was facing Stephanie's feet, widened her thighs, and lowered the girlish body so Rita's parted legs straddled Stephanie's head. Stephanie looked up into the deep crevice of Rita's girlishly nude hind cheeks with her wrinkled little buttonhole and fat-pouting cunt-lips which looked reddened and bruised.
Tony pressed Rita downward until her softhaired vaginal entrance was snug against Stephanie's mouth and the older sister could inhale the younger's body effluvia which had been materially strengthened by Hal's and Tony's pricks residing temporarily in the young cunt. Stephanie thrust out her tongue and flicked it lightly at her sister's purse-mouthed opening, widened slightly by. her spread-leg posture. Rita jumped and half-rose from Stephanie's face. "No fair, Steffi!" she protested. "That tickles!"
Tony pushed her firmly downward again. "You can do the same thing to her," he pointed out to Rita. He inclined the girl forward until the slender back was flat and the warm bellies converged as Rita's face was poised above Stephanie's wide-open . golden-haired cunt in her splayed-thigh position. "Let's see you take a bite out of that," Tony told Rita.
The younger sister lowered her head gingerly until Stephanie could feel warm breath on her jewel box. Stephanie licked again at Rita's greasy, swelling sex-protuberance, and a tremor quaked Rita's slim thighs. In reply Rita's pink tongue darted into her sister's slack-lipped orifice, circled rapidly, and then retreated as though amazed at its own boldness.
"This pair really knows where it's at," Tony said with satisfaction to Bob who was watching avidly. He reached out and slapped Rita's bare behind poised above Stephanie's face. "Dig in, sweetie. Soup's on."
The realization of her nude backside exposed to Tony's corrective palm was enough to induce Rita to work her mouth quickly all over her sister's odorous twat and then to plunge her tongue deeply inside. Stephanie shivered as in turn she plied her own febrile tongue over and into Rita's twitching sex-token. Rita's thighs clamped more tightly on Stephanie as both girls gave and received stimulation.
Stephanie raised her head slightly and lipped a good portion of Rita's plump cunt inside her mouth where she sucked it and chewed at it lightly. Rita loosened her mouth-grip on Stephanie's gash to emit a surprised yelp. "Ooooooh, Steffi!" the younger girl moaned. "What're you doing to my pussy!"
Tony's hand cracked again against Rita's naked bottom, and her mouth hastily returned to its previous preoccupation with her sister's cleft-lipped, oozing cunt-hole. "Business before pleasure, doll," Tony informed Rita. "Suck that thing. Wring it out."
Rita lavished enthusiastic if inexpert tonguecaresses upon Stephanie's quim, then tried to emulate her sister by taking a good portion of it inside her mouth. Stephanie raised her legs slightly to make Rita's task easier while she continued her own tongue explorations of Rita's inner crevices. Stephanie could hear her own snorting breath as most of her breathing was perforce through her nostrils.
"You ought to be able to work the redhead into the deal," Bob observed to Tony. "She looks left out."
"Hell, I can work us all into it," Tony responded. "Just watch."
He detached Rita from Stephanie's excited quiver, picked her up bodily and turned her around, then sat her down so that she was again covering Stephanie's mouth with her freshly wet pussy, but was now facing away from Stephanie's lower body. "Get down in there," Tony said to Marie, pointing to Stephanie's splayed thighs now feeling cool from Rita's departure.
Marie crouched down in front of Stephanie and applied her warm mouth to the older sister's well-stimulated cunt. "Stand up in front of Rita an' put your prick in her mouth, Bob," Tony commanded. "Meantime, I'll give the redhead a nice friggin' back here." He knelt behind Marie's upraised buttocks and passed his hand in between her thighs.
Rita stared doubtfully as Bob's tremendous battering ram approached her mouth. From what she had seen happen to Stephanie previously, she knew better than to resist. She licked at the purple-eyed monster tentatively as Bob crowded it against her reluctant mouth. Bob pushed still closer, and Rita opened her mouth and accepted the huge prick. She had to strain to get part of it in, and she gagged slightly as it crowded the back of her throat.
Marie's mouth rose slightly from Stephanie's hot feeling cunt-lips as Tony's blunt finger probed between Marie's round white thighs and delightfully rotund buttocks. "You're at the wrong hole," she whispered anxiously, trying to look back at Tony.
Tony's free hand cracked viciously on a soft globe, and Marie whimpered. "Don't tell me which hole!" Tony snapped. "And get to work down there!" He inserted the tip of his little finger into Marie's rectum as he spoke, wiggling the finger inward with all the pressure he could apply which Marie's agitated buttock-flesh sought to avoid while her mouth returned to Stephanie's sex orifice and plumbed it.
Stephanie licked and tongued Rita's juicy twat sitting firmly astride her mouth. She had heard the exchange between Tony and Marie and suspected what was going on, her primary feeling being one of relief that it wasn't her own tight buttonhole that was being assaulted by Tony's ruthless finger. She could tell from the tremors attendant upon Marie's sucking of her that a good part of Marie's attention was forcibly concentrated upon what was taking place in her own rear parts.
Bob was sliding his thick pole in and out of Rita's straining mouth as the younger girl sought to cope with its immensity. She could only get about two-thirds in at a time, even that much choking her with its breadth. Rita alternately gasped, inhaled, gulped, and exhaled as Stephanie's darting tongue down below played an effective counterpoint to Rita's at-the-moment penis-oriented preoccupation.
Marie stopped sucking Stephanie's very-wet twat again as Tony's boring finger inserted itself to the first joint in Marie's asshole. The girl's sphincter muscle sought to repel the intruder but to no avail. "Ooooooooh!" Marie moaned piteously. "You're-hurting-me!"
Whatever Tony's reply would have been, it was interrupted by Bob. "I ain't gonna lose this load down a female throat," he said in a strained voice. "Let's break this up so I can fuck the little one proper."
"Okay," Tony agreed, and the fivesome gradually disengaged. Stephanie remained where she was, not wishing to attract undue attention to herself. Bob plumped up a pillow and settled it under Rita's behind after he had put her on her back. The pillow elevated her lower body until her fat quiff was pointing quite high when Bob separated her legs. Rita was so glad to have the big, strangling prick removed from her mouth that she momentarily forgot to be concerned about what it would do to her already sore pussy. She licked her lips uneasily and waited.
While Bob was arranging Rita, Tony had dragged Marie across his lap, face down. She thought he was going to spank her, as he had Stephanie, and she started to cry. Instead, Tony retrieved the bottle of lotion from the head of the bed, poured out a palmful, and began to rub it into Marie's rectum, once more forcing the little finger deep inside as he laved the inner passage with the lotion. Marie's tears redoubled not only at the painful penetration but at what she sensed was due to follow.
Bob lowered himself upon Rita, his weight squashing her hips flat on her pillow. His bobbing erection trailed all over Rita's tufted mound and fully-displayed, chubby-lipped twat, glistening wetly from Stephanie's saliva.
He applied the dark-looking head of his prick to the girl's shrinking flesh and pushed.
Rita squeaked at the pressure upon her tenderized intimate flesh. "You'll kill me-with that enormous thing!" she panted agitatedly.
Stephanie could see that the bulbous purple head had already slipped inside Rita's little hole although the girl didn't seem to have realized it. Bob slowly moved from side to side as well as in and out, and two inches more of his stout-looking engine slid inside. This time Rita recognized the additional penetration for what it was. "You're-part way in!" she exclaimed in surprise. "Ohhhhhhh, it's s-stuffing me!"
Once more Bob rocked his burly body from side to side as well as up and down, the hairy cheeks of his behind a startling contrast to Rita's sleekly smooth thighs. He gained another inch, and then another, then rested upon Rita. "Are you in?" she inquired hopefully.
"Almost," he said hoarselv. "God, but you're tight!"
Tony's little finger was working in and out of Marie's rectum almost with ease now as he lubricated her lavishly. He shifted to his forefinger and repeated the process. Marie's handsome bare behind humped in an arc at this new affliction visited upon her tender asshole, but Tony flattened out her straining buttocks with his free hand, still continuing to work lotion well inside the redhead's anus.
Bob resumed his forward movement upon Rita's belly. The girl, whose distension had acclimated itself to the rigidity within her sheath-walls, cried out again as additional penetration caused new painful sensations. "Please!" she begged. "Aren't you in-far enough?"
"Reach down an' you'll see," he told her.
Rita reached down gingerly toward the coupling pin linking their flesh together. Her fingers traced an additional two inches of prick outside her cunt before the fingers brought up against Bob's bristly lower stomach. "You'll never get it all in," Rita said hopelessly. "Not without s-splitting me."
"You can take one twice as big as that," Tony remarked, taking an interest in what was going on across the bed from his own activities. "All you broads can."
Rita bit her lip nervously as Bob backed away from her slightly. Then she shrieked as he lunged deeply into her, her thighs jerking in pain. "Aggggrrrhhh! Steffi, make him s-stop! Steffi!"
Stephanie could see that Bob had gained a full inch. The big man backed off again and once more slammed forward into Rita's quivering flesh as the girl screamed, this time lodging himself fully within her. Once more Rita failed to recognize it. "No, no, no, no!" she whimpered, trying to catch the breath driven from her lungs by the battering of Bob's heavy body. Her fingers groped for the fleshy rod connecting their bellies, and her voice changed. "It's in!" she exclaimed in glad surprise.
Bob rested for another moment upon Rita to give her flesh a chance to expand additionally before he began to move upon her. He kept his fucking movements slow and controlled. Stephanie watched and listened at the gradual transformation taking place in her sister. Rita's small hands were clutching at Bob's tufted shoulders, and although there was an expression of apprehension still upon the young face, the pink tongue was rapidly circling Rita's lips.
The girl winced occasionally as an extra-enthusiastic thrust from the powerful Bob bumped the head of his prick against her cervix, but her hitherto tensed thighs had slackened and begun an upward journey that twined them around Bob's back. "Buck-your ass-up into me!" Bob said in a thick-sounding voice.
"I'm afraid," Rita whispered. "It still hurts." But she began to make slight exploratory movements with her slender bottom as Bob continued to pile-drive her tunnel. "It's-not so bad now," she said after a moment, and tried to match the upward movements of her bare behind with the resoundingly thumping down-thrusts of the big pricks in her cunt.
She didn't hear when Tony filled a finger out of Marie's rectum with a sound like a cork popping from a wine bottle, but Stephanie heard. She shifted her attention from Bob busily fucking her sister to the pair on the other side of her as she lay in the center of the bed.
Tony was applying lotion lavishly along the entire length of an erection that looked to Stephanie's startled gaze as the largest he had had while forcing them all to do his bidding. Marie looked back, too, to see what was going on, and at the sight of Tony's lotioning his prick she tried to crawl off his lap. He caught her easily and pinioned her while he continued with his preparations. Stephanie watched with a mounting sense of horror. Did he actually mean to force his long prick inside Marie's tight anus? And perhaps her own? And even Rita's?
A sound from Rita recaptured Stephanie's attention. The girl's legs had climbed until the soles of her feet pointed at the ceiling. Stephanie could see Bob's plunging rod making its way easily now in and out of Rita's liquified chasm. "Oh!" Rita was whispering at each smacking descent of Bob's weight upon her bare belly. "Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!"
Bob was fucking Rita so furiously that Stephanie felt a stirring in her own flesh. She knew how it felt to have that massive weapon bludgeoning her own interior. After the first shock, the big prick did things to a girl that Stephanie at least hadn't experienced previously. As lubrication took place on both sides, the overstuffed, strained sensation gave way to a delicously well-filled feeling in which the ridgepole of turgid flesh seemed mated to its quivering receptacle.
It was obviously happening to Rita. The girl's soft mouth had gone slack and her breath was whistling through her half-parted lips. Her small hands were moving languidly over Bob's back and his blocky-looking buttocks covered with reddish hair while her own slim, palelooking girlish behind thrust upward with ever-increasing vigor. Stephanie was relieved that Rita was experiencing sensation other than pain while being fucked by Bob's deep-plowing prong, but she was startled by her young sister's completely abandoned attitude toward her ravisher.
"Ohhhhhhh!" Rita said clearly as Stephanie watched with nervous tremors rippling her own soft flesh as Bob's thick-looking prick pistoned into Rita's tight-clasping cunt-chute. "Ohhh, Bob! You're-ooooh!-I'm feeling-ahhhhh!-you're making me-ohhhhhh!-Bob! Bob! I'm-OOOOOOOOHHHHHHhhh-!"
Rita's slender thighs which had been writhing against the powerful body lodged solidly between them splayed limply to either side while her hands went to the back of Bob's head and caressed it. Rita's breathy little cries died out into half-heard murmurings as the girl's orgasm overwhelmed her while the big cock in her now-relaxed cunt continued to wax her recently virgin floor. Stephanie could only marvel at the way her sister's hitherto inadequate-looking little pink slit now engulfed on each downstroke the battering ram plunged into its depth.
Bob's buttock-movements increased in speed and intensity as his hands slipped beneath Rita and gripped her girlish nude hind cheeks while he drew her up tighter to him as he rocketed into her oozing pussy-channel. Staring at Rita's sprawled total exposure and obvious sense of well-being as Bob continued to fuck her, Stephanie felt herself blushing as she recalled her own abandoned reactions to the shamefully public sexual excesses that had been wreaked upon her and realized how she must have appeared to the other eyes in the bedroom. It was simply dreadful that her inexperienced young sister should be the victim of such a brutal ravishment and sexual indoctrination, yet Stephanie couldn't force her eyes from Rita's impalement, willing now, upon the fierce erection the mere sight of which made Stephanie's own breath come faster while her hands clenched and her toes curled.
"Aggggggrrrrrhhhhhhh!" Bob bellowed suddenly as his hips spiraled and plunged and darted and thrust upon Rita as his mighty surges moved the girl's bottom along the bed. "Ahhhhhhhhhhh, Jesus!" the redhead sighed lengthily as he sagged on Rita's slender body when his rabbit-like hip-thrustings subsided. "What a-come!" His heavy breathing rasped in his throat. "Your little cunt's-so goddam tight-it's like-a siphon!"
A muffled whimper brought Stephanie's head around. In the midst of her own ashamed excitement while watching her sister's fucking she had forgotten Marie and Tony. The black-haired man had shoved the chestnut-maned, full-bodied Marie up near the head of the bed until her own head was jammed against the headboard while her heavy-looking hind cheeks, greasily shiny in the candlelight from Tony's applications of hand lotion inside the girl's cleft, were thrust backward and upward as Tony moved in on his knees behind her.
Marie's whimper had been occasioned by Tony's taking the backs of her legs and jerking them wide apart while he moved in closer between the parted white globes of the girl's uneasily wriggling big bottom. Stephanie's breath caught in her throat as she saw Tony spread Marie's glistening, heavy bottom-cheeks and apply his lotioned long prick to the shadowy crevice in between them. Marie tried to jerk away but was held immobile by the headboard and Tony's weight behind her. "Not-there!" the girl pleaded breathlessly while the lotioned prick searched along her disclosed furrow. "Please! Not-there!"
"Shut up an' take it in the ass!" Tony snarled, lunging with his hips. Marie gasped as the head of his prick prodded her lotion-slippery anus, fell away, and then returned. Tony released a buttock-cheek to aim his shining cock with his hand at its target, then lunged again.
"Owwwwwww!" Marie groaned pitifully as her backside rotated in an ineffectual effort to escape.
"I ain't fucked a girl's asshole in so long I'm really gonna cream this one!" Tony declared with satisfaction. He surged forward with his hips, and Maire howled her distress.
Rita, still prostrate under Bob's weight, had turned her head to watch curiously. Stephanie felt an almost sympathetic twinge in her own rear as she watched Tony's prick-head disappear between Marie's hind cheeks. The muscles in the auburn-haired girl's thighs stood out like ropes as she fought unavailingly against the painful penetration.
"Owww! Owwwww! Ohhhhhh! Owwwww! Oooooooooooh!" Marie shrieked steadily as Tony thrust into her rectum in a series of small advances that finally lodged the head of his prick solidly inside. He immediately transferred his hands to Marie's soft belly and pulled her up and back toward him while her outcries increased. "Ohhhhh! Pl-please! PLEASE! Owwwww! Owwww! You'reowwwwwwww!!!"
"It's going in," Rita whispered. "Is it really hurting her that much? I think he's mean."
No one answered her. Bob had raised his head from Rita's small breasts and was watching, too. He licked his lips as Tony's lotion-shiny rigidity inched slowly deeper into Marie's squirming asshole. Tony's grunts mingled with the red-haired girl's yells and moans as her tender flesh was pierced. Marie felt as though a hot iron rod. was being forced into her straining rectum.
Tony cursed monotonously as he rammed into the slowly-yielding orifice. Once past the sphincter, the head of his throbbing cock seemed to expand in a warm-butter enclosure he found tremendously exciting. He pushed and shoved as the last half of his prick went in much more easily than the first part and he rested for a moment with his stomach pressed tightly to Marie's resilient buttocks.
The quality of the girl's outcries had changed, Stephanie noticed. No longer was there an agonized tinge to each vocal reaction to a movement of Tony's hips. Instead, Marie's halfmuted bleatingjittle cries seemed to take on an almost questioning note as though she were trying to understand what was taking place inside her penetrated bottom.
"Ohhhhhhh!" Marie exclaimed anew, again upon a rising note as Tony began to fuck in and out of his brown-holed target. "Ohh! Ohhhhhh! Ohhhhhh!" His movements were stiff at first, but then he began to glide with increasing ease as the long prick rammed in and out of Marie's lotioned anus. Once again the girl's cries died away to murmured susurrations as her formerly muscle-stiffened, thrashing thighs now suffered limply the indignity perpetrated upon her intimate flesh.
"Goddam, she's-a tight-one!" Tony panted between hoarse-sounding breaths. "Ahhhhhhh!" he continued gleefully as Marie's bottom suddenly shoved backward against the prick impaling it. "How about-that? C'mon, you redhaired, bigassed cunt, fuck your own asshole on my prick!"
Rita's tongue circled her lips nervously at Tony's crude verbalization of the excitement compounding within him. Bob had half-raised himself from her in order to see better, and Rita half-turned to watch more closely the suddenly agitated movements of her best friend's bare behind as Marie's hips uncertainly at first but then with increasing force darted backward against the fleshy rod penetrating the depths between them.
"Ahhhhhhhh!" Tony sighed, throwing his head back but lunging forward with his lower body. "Ahhhhhh! I'm-oh, Jesus!-" His buttocks slammed his prick into Marie's quivering anus. "-I'mcomin'! I'm-aggrrrhh!-comin'!"
He rammed and rammed and rammed the girl's bottom-hole in its fleshy defilade until he collapsed along the length of her bowed back.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Tony remained limp on Marie's long back while the auburn-haired girl's white body jerked fitfully beneath his weight. Bob glanced at Stephanie. "Is she comin'?" he asked doubtfully. "With his prong in her shit-chute?"
Stephanie shook her head in mute disclaimer of her knowledge of the correct answer while her face colored at the indecency of the question. Tony heaved himself up and pulled out of Marie with a sound like the popping noise of a child's airgun. "Ouch!" Marie said shrilly, but not with the same urgency as when her anus was being distended by the in-going long penis. The girl passed a hand behind her and gently fingered herself between her hind cheeks where the assault had taken place.
Rita pushed Bob the rest of the way off herself and scrambled to the head of the bed to join Marie. The slim little blonde put both hands on her friend's big, snowy buttocks and parted them widely, staring avidly at the reddened, slightly slack-looking orifice tucked within from which a few drops of whitish fluid still oozed and then ran down Marie's plump thighs. "How does it feel, Marie?" Rita asked solicitously, watching the girl's anxious fingering of the outer edges of her tenderized flesh.
"It hurt t-terribly when he was p-putting it in," Marie answered throatily. "I th-thought he had a hot s-spike in there."
"Your pussy is all wet, too," Rita observed after passing her hand between her friend's thighs.
"Then she did come," Bob said to Stephanie, who laughed. "You broads are really somethin'. I don't know why they bother with anesthetics for women in hospitals. Just slip a prick into 'em some where an' you could whittle 'em to pieces an' they'd never know it." He looked at Tony who was studying his own penis, dark-red for the first half of its shrunken length. "I don't know about you, partner, but I got to take on a little grub an' a few hours sleep. Otherwise I can't do justice to this party."
"Suits me," Tony replied. "The redhead's asshole really wrung out my prick for awhile. Let's take 'em into the kitchen."
The men herded the girls from the bedroom through the oversized central area to a wellequipped kitchen. They left Hal still snoring at the end of the bed. The girls stood uneasily, more conscious of their nudity in the strange surroundings as Bob opened a dozen cans of variegated soups and dumped them into a large pot on the stove. "Mulligatawney," Bob explained as he turned on the gas. "It'll fill ya. Siddown."
Stephanie flinched as her bare bottom touched the cold vinyl of the kitchen chair. She noticed that Marie winced visibly as her sleek body-cushions accepted her weight. Evidently the girl's anus was still tender. Rita, less selfconscious about her lack of clothing, stood beside Bob while that hirsute worthy judiciously added water to his steaming concoction on the stove, "Pass out bowls an' spoons," he advised Rita.
Tony sent Stephanie to bring Hal. She had difficulty in rousing him, and feared his reaction when she did so. But he had lapsed into a semi-stupor again and permitted her to lead him to the kitchen. He sat staring straight ahead, apparently unaware of the bizarre nature of the circumstances surrounding him.
Bob ladled out the hot stew and Stephanie was amazed to find herself eating hungrily. She returned her bowl for more after coaxing Hal to eat most of his portion. Rita patted her little potbelly satisfiedly after consuming two bowls. Tony ate, but smoked one cigarette after another.
"Intermission," Bob announced when they were back in the bedroom after making no attempt to clean up the kitchen. "Everybody sack in." He extinguished the candles, and a blackness so thick it had the feeling of weight descended upon the room.
Stephanie crept to a corner of the bed with Rita and settled down under a sheet with the younger girl folded in her arms.
She didn't expect to be able to sleep at all.
For a short time she listened to the multiple breathing noises in the darkness around her, aware for a time of Rita's perky bare breasts against her own.
Then she heard and felt nothing.
When she woke, Stephanie's sleep-dazed eyes took in first the bright daylight at the gaps in the blanketed windows. The events of the previous day and night flooded her consciousness, and she stared incredulously at the sleeping figures beneath the sheet. It had all really happened! And was about to continue to happen, she reminded herself anxiously. Where would it all end?
Movement caught her eye, and she half sat up. She saw Hal moving quietly about at the end of the bed. He looked in much better shape than he had the day before; his step was firm and he appeared to be in control of his bodily movements. Stephanie saw him start to move in the direction of the bedroom door when Tony sighed deeply, stretched, and sat up. Hal at once returned to the bed and sat on its edge in an apparent slack-jawed trance.
Tony gripped Bob's shoulder and shook him. "Wake up, man!" Tony said jovially. "There's cunt to be fucked!"
Bob raised up on an elbow and stared around in the room's soft half-light. He grunted, rubbed his eyes, threw back his corner of the sheet, and settled his feet on the floor. Stephanie watched the blocky, hair-covered body walk to a corner of the room, pick up a pail, and piss into it endlessly. It reminded her uncomfortably of how much she needed relief herself.
Tony took Bob's place at the pail and added his thick-looking stream. "C'mon, girls," he called. "Empty those bladders so's we can start the ballgame."
Stephanie knew it was an invitation she couldn't very long ignore. Her toes were curled with the effort to control her urine-pressure. She left the bed and approached the corner with the pail, cognizant of her embarrassment but even more conscious of her need. She was joined by Marie who, flushed of face, nevertheless promptly squatted over the pail. "I've just got to," she explained to Stephanie and the interestedly watching Tony as her piss hissed steadily into the pail. "Ahhhh-h-h-h, what a relief!"
Stephanie squatted in turn when Marie rose. Her own sense of relief at the expulsion was so great that tears came to her eyes. She found herself indifferent to the thought of her exposure as she straddled the pail. As in so much that had happened to them recently, it couldn't be helped, she rationalized the situation to herself.
Hal followed Stephanie at the pail, and Rita stood beside him, squirming, while Hal emptied his bladder. Then Rita crouched down over the pail, facing the wall. "Don't anyone watch!" she called over her shoulder as her girlishly chubby nude hind cheeks parted company in her leg-widened stance and the sound of her tinkling filled the bedroom. Bob laughed as his big hand stroked his penis that already had a lazy-looking hard-on.
"What's the battin' order?" he inquired of Tony as his eyes followed Stephanie trying to slip unobtrusively into the background.
"You're up," Tony replied. "When we knocked it off last night I'd just backdoored the redhead. What's it gonna be now?"
"Well-" Bob deliberated.
"Let's sandwich the big blonde," Tony suggested. "With all that ass on her, she'd really be a creampuff. Go ahead an' get her started."
"Okay," Bob agreed. He looked at Stephanie. "You. C'mere."
Stephanie's stomach felt both hollow and cold. Shrinkingly she approached the powerful-looking Bob, afraid to refuse or even to delay. She hadn't understood the conversational exchange, which made her fear even stronger. She allowed herself to be manipulated passively as Bob seized her arm, her tongue licking furtively at her dry lips.
Bob sat on the edge of the bed with Stephanie on his lap. The tufted hair on his thighs tickled the flawlessly pearly skin of her buttocks. Mortifiedly aware of Rita's and Marie's eyes upon her as well as Tony's grinning, sardonically derisive gaze, Stephanie submitted apprehensively as Bob lifted and widened her round thighs, exposing her pink-lipped slit in its silky blonde nest, dry after her hours of sleep.
Bob ran a thick finger down the length of Stephanie's pouting furrow, and her lips formed themselves into a soundless O as her soft flesh thrilled to the sensation. She bit her lip as the finger settled upon her cunt-hole and probed. She sighed unconsciously as it wormed its way inside her clinging vaginal walls while she tried to repel the warm glow that enveloped her loins. The finger frigged her sluice-box steadily and Stephanie's knees trembled as she felt her flesh betraying her desire to show no response.
Bob held up his finger after removing it from Stephanie's pussy, displaying it to the room. "That sure as hell didn't take long," he observed, glancing at the wet, slippery-looking finger with satisfaction. Stephanie's shamed glance avoided the eyes of the others. Bob slid her from his lap and placed her right hand on his prick, already almost rigid. "Work on it," he ordered.
She moved her hand back and forth over its increasing length, working the foreskin still farther back from the blunt-looking, red head. Despite herself Stephanie breathed faster at the feel of the power she held in her clutching palm; that fleshy rod designed to titillate and satisfy a girl's quim made goosebumps appear on her nude flesh, pale by comparison with his masculine hairiness.
"Okay," Bob said again, and stretched out on his back. "Climb aboard." His thick prick projected almost straight up into the air from above his fuzzy balls.
Stephanie hesitated. She knew what he wanted, but was terribly conscious of the others in the room. Conscious, too, of her own feminine hips with their unwanted added poundage. To climb over Bob, impale herself on his big spear and sink down on his furry belly while displaying her own big bare backside for the delectation of those present....
"Get with it, sis!" Tony rapped at her in his hard voice.
She was too afraid to delay longer. She raised herself above Bob's prostrate figure, balanced awkwardly while she felt beneath her with her hand and fitted the tip of his stout staff, bedewed with pearly moisture, into her slot, then lowered herself gradually upon the big prick that slowly slid up inside her already juicy cuntwalls. A sound that was half-sigh, half-whispered moan escaped her. Bob's arms came up and drew her upper body down upon his while his hips joggled his massive cock still more deeply into Stephanie's prick-filled pussydepths. "Ohhhhh!" she breathed softly again, then glanced guiltily to see if Hal was watching. Her husband sat blank-faced on the other side of the bed, his hands on his bare thighs.
"Suck it harder!" she heard Tony say, and turned her head to see the nude Marie crouched down in front of a stern-faced Tony with her mouth ovaled as she worked half the length of his long prick in and out of her clasping mouth. Marie's right hand played with Tony's balls while her lips and swirling tongue drew him out to a formidable erection.
Bob moved under Stephanie and she returned her attention to the pussy-excitement taking place between her parted legs. Her belly rubbed against Bob's hairy one as he elevated and lowered his hips under her, and Stephanie felt more of her soft woman-body titillated at the same time than she would have believed possible as her large breasts slithered over Bob's chest and his hands gripped her wide backside. The partial in-and-out movement of Bob's big cock in Stephanie's grotto had her panting heavily.
The bed sagged beside Stephanie and Bob's joined bodies, and she raised her head from Bob's neck. Tony had left Marie and was crouching above Stephanie with his Marie-induced erection a saliva-shining lance projecting in front of him. Stephanie felt only annoyance at first when Tony lowered himself on her back; the tall, blackhaired man was destroying her concentration as she tried to savor Bob's thick prong fucking in and out of her tight-clutching quiver. When Tony's prick settled between her buttocks, Stephanie became uneasy, and when Bob's hands left her bare behind and Tony grasped her hind cheeks and roughly separated them, she became alarmed.
"Didn't I say this'n 'd make a sandwich?" Tony declared with satisfaction, staring down at Stephanie's disclosed brown-ringed anus. "Watch me put a dent in that asshole!"
"No!" Stephanie pleaded, panic-stricken. She tried to climb off Bob, but his arms held her firmly in place. "Noooooo!" her voice soared as Tony lowered his head and spat a mouthful of saliva upon Stephanie's tight buttonhole which he proceeded to work into her rear end despite her tightly-clenched sphincter. "No! No! No! Hal! Help me, Hal!" Stephanie shrieked as she felt Tony prepare to apply his rock-hard erection to her bottom-hole.
There was a flurry on the other side of the bed, and Stephanie heard Marie gasp. Hal was crawling toward them with his fist drawn back, aiming at Tony's head. But Tony saw it, too. He released Stephanie's soft buttocks, blocked Hal's ineffective punch, and swung heavily himself. His fist landed with a thud alongside Hal's jawline, and Rita cried out in sympathy. Hal landed on his side and then rolled off the bed where he collapsed on the floor, unconscious.
"Let him lay there!" Tony snapped, blowing on his knuckles. "I'm gonna ream out his wife's asshole but good!" Once more he seized Stephanie's quivering bottom-flesh in his hands, jerked it wide-apart while she moaned slightly, then leaned forward as he applied the head of his prick to her flinching rear entrance. He shoved forward at once and the tip of his long cock buried itself in Stephanie's anus the tight flesh of which began to flow around it in the manner of a tight glove accepting a large finger.
"Noooooo!" Stephanie bawled, unable to move with a prick in her cunt and another at her back door, straining inward. "Oww! Oww! It h-hurts! Ohhhh! It-oooooh! Owwwwww!"
Ruthlessly Tony pressed his weight forward as the head of his prick disappeared inside Stephanie's buttock-crevice. In quarter-inch increments his saliva-wet cock forced its way into the riven flesh as Stephanie thought wildly she would be split altogether as she felt the two cocks inside her separated by just the thin strip of flesh between. "Aieeeeeeeeee!" she screamed as he gained an inch in one lunge and an additional one in another. She felt herself skewered on a fiery pole in her rectum. "N-no more!" she panted. "No-moooooore!"
When he gained further ground, she was dimly surprised that she felt no additional pain. She almost held her breath waiting for its onslaught, and when it didn't come she cautiously relaxed. She became conscious again of Bob jogging in and out of her vagina, and a quick glow emanated from her interior and flashed right out to her skin. The fire in her recturn died out to a stretched ache.
"Let's fuck her holes together!" Tone proposed hoarsely to Bob. "She oughta come off easier'n the redhead." He began to surge back and forth on Stephanie's pillowy hips, suiting his movements to Bob's steady thrusts from beneath her.
Stephanie found it hard to breathe. Deep in the heart of her Bob-fucked cunt she was coming to a slow, rolling boil, while the interior of her Tony-fucked rectum incredibly seemed to be expanding in a warm jello-like sexual lava while pain persisted only in the anus which fiercely clutched its fleshy-rodded tormentor as Tony reamed Stephanie's impaled ass in long, hard strokes. She grunted indelicately as the two men banged at her soft body with their rigid instruments, increasingly aware of the hot tickling flame igniting within her depths.
Then suddenly Bob was thrusting furiously from beneath her, his hard prick rubbing against every fraction of her vaginal walls, and Stephanie boiled over. "Ohhhhhh!" she exclaimed on a high, whinnying note. "Ohh! You're-I'm-oooooh! It's-so good! Ohhhhhhh, you're-do it! Do! Aieeeee, I'm coming! I'm-coming! Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!"
Tony laughed coarsely and stopped in his bottom-fucking of the writhing Stephanie. "What'd-I-tell-you?" he panted to the oblivious Bob and the watching Rita and Marie. He waited until Stephanie subsided with sobbing little moans and Bob lay back with his eyes closed after coming before Tony resumed his fierce-thrusting assault upon Stephanie's rectum with his balls slapping noisily against her bare behind. "She's a-hot-assed bitch-for sure."
Stephanie became aware once more of the hard male body on her back and the long prick fucking in and out of her anus. The sharp initial pain had dulled to a surging ache. Tony reached around her thigh and groped for her slit-furrow as Bob's shrinking erection made room. Tony located Stephanie's clitoris and massaged it with his thumb. Her legs jerked wildly as piercing bolts of lightning invaded her recently-fucked pussy. Face buried in Bob's sweating neck, a long, quivering shudder agitated her perspiring lower body.
"It's starting-again!" she called, her voice almost a yelp. "Oooooh, it's-ohhh!-I canfeel it! It's-ohhhh, God! I'm-OoooooooohHHHHHHHHhhhhhh!!"
For the second time she relaxed as her throbbing cunt frothed after deliciously deep-seated sensations shook her from head to foot. Almost languidly she accepted the second prick between her handsome white hind cheeks as Tony plunged and plunged into her ass. Rowelling and spurring her thighs with his hard knees, Tony cried out in a raspy voice as his back bowed and his hips jerked while he shot a hot load into Stephanie's buttery interior, his cock rigidly boring her back passage.
He backed away from her with a muffled exclamation, and Stephanie yipped loudly as the shriveling prick was jerked from her tender flesh with a sucking pop. She rolled to one side, sighing tiredly, aware of her aches now that the sex-sensation had died down. When she raised her head, she found herself looking over the edge of the bed at Hal sprawled unconscious of the floor.
She scrambled from the bed and knelt down beside him, pity and guilt flooding her heart. She sat down and raised his head and put it on her bare thigh. She could see the mark on her husband's jaw where Tony had hit him, and she rubbed it gently. "You didn't h-have to h-hit s-so hard!" she sobbed, then paused. Had Hal's eyelid actually flickered at her in a quick wink? No, it wasn't possible.
Tony glared down at her from the bed. "Get your ass back up here before I frazzle it!" he rasped.
Stephanie meekly lowered Hal's head to the floor and climbed onto the bed. Rita was doubled up over Bob's crotch, licking and sucking his dwindled meat, her nude bottom pointed up in the air. Stephanie hated to see her young sister occupied in so demeaning a performance but she knew better than to protest. Resistance was the one thing that seemed to spur on the betternatured Bob to further excesses.
Tony gripped Stephanie's arm, then the back of her neck. She cried out involuntarily as he forced her face down into his groin, rubbing her cheeks against his sticky limpness. "Go ahead," he gloated, "open your goddam mouth!"
Helplessly Stephanie opened her mouth, and Tony shoved his penis inside it. "Lick it!" he ordered. "Suck it!"
Stephanie shivered but closed her eyes and worked her mouth blindly, gulping hard as the limp prick was swirled around her mouth by her hard-working tongue. Tony's cock began to swell inside Stephanie's mouth as she tongued it busily. She ovaled her mouth and slid back and forth on his increasing rigidity, licking the flat head with its still-oozing cockslit while she swallowed her own and Tony's leavings with a grimace of distaste.
"God, what a mouth she's got on her!" he said tensely to no one in particular. He snatched his penis from Stephanie's clinging lips as though afraid he was going to shoot again. He rose up on his knees and stared at Marie sitting on the other side of the bed. The chestnut-maned, fairskinned Marie self-consciously folded her arms across her large, ruby-nippled breasts.
Rita's licking, sucking tongue and mouth had nearly restored Bob to his former hardness. The burly redhead had one hand lightly entwined in Rita's brownish-blonde hair as she placed her hands on his thighs to balance herself as she worked at the enlarging cock now crowding the back of her throat. "You're ready," Tony informed Bob. "What you wanna do next?"
"I think I'll fuck the kid," Bob said lazily. "Her little twat kind've turns me on." He jerked on Rita's hair until the girl toppled onto her side. He grinned at her. "An' she's gettin' to like it."
Stephanie winched as she saw her sister's half-timed, half-bold answering smile. The debauching experiences they had all been forced to undergo were rapidly undermining Rita's natural innocence and modesty. The girl's youthful inexperience had already disappeared, and her orphanage-indoctrinated sense of what was right and decent couldn't be expected to survive long unless rescue was somehow forthcoming. Stephanie remembered only too well her own first sexual flings when released even partially from orphanage bondage, but then caution had intruded.
"Don't you wanna take a hack at her ass?" Tony was saying. He was pointing at the shrinking Marie. "I'll put her on my spike an' you can ream her like I did the blonde."
"Well-" Bob looked undecided.
"No!" Marie half-screamed. "You put it into my bottom already!"
"You shut your fuckin' mouth or I'll ram a leg of a chair up your ass!" Tony snarled at her. "Maybe I will anyway for good measure." Marie buried her face in her hands and began crying. "Quit your goddam snivellin' an' get over here an' spear your cunt on this breadstick." He patted the free-standing erection jutting upward from his belly. Marie remained where she was, sobbing. "Goddam all tearful broads," Tony said disgustedly.
He reached for Marie and dragged her to him. The girl wailed loudly, one hand clasped tightly to her bottom, protecting her anus. Tony spread her roughly on her back beneath him, widened her legs, and introduced his slippery cock into Marie's gaping cunt. The girl flinched at the force with which the man rammed into her, but her outcries subsided.
Tony thrust deeply, then rolled over on his back with his prick still in Marie's cunt, leaving the girl uppermost. He grabbed her arms, leaving her unable to thrust her hands behind herself to shield her brimful, heavy-laden, ivory-white buttock-cheeks. "There you go, Bob," Tony said satisfiedly. "Stick it to her."
"No, no, no, no!" Marie moaned desperately. "T-turn me over and f-fuck my pussy!"
"Listen to her askin' for it!" Tony exclaimed delightedly.
"Not my bottom," the red-haired girl pleaded. "Please not my bottom!"
"You'll live," Tony retorted. "C'mon, Bob," he continued impatiently. "Cream her brownie."
Bob had shuffled on his knees behind the locked-together pair and was staring down doubtfully at Marie's upturned alabaster-white globes already wriggling as Tony probed upward into the girl's pussy from beneath. "I ain't sure I can get it into her with her layin' flat like that," he observed.
"You saw me get it into the blonde, didn't you?" Tony retorted. "Just spread her ass cheeks an' ram it in. But wait a minute." He beckoned to the silent Rita watching her best friend's fruitless struggles. "C'mon over here."
Rita was afraid of Tony. She glanced appealingly at Stephanie, sitting close by, but the older sister was forced to look away. There was nothing she could do to help. Occasional tremors still rippling through her own rectum were grim reminders of the uselessness of opposition to the whims of this sadistic man whose forte was creating additional situations of shame for the girls in his power.
Rita slowly moved closer to Tony lying on his back jogging up and down under Marie whose breath was whistling through her halfparted lips from the stimulation of the long cock stuffed into her cranny so deeply that the thick stem was buried in her bronze-colored pubic hair. "Sit on my face," Tony ordered Rita. "Facin' away from me."
Cautiously Rita straddled Tony's head with her widened thighs parted sufficiently so that her back-thrust legs were also outside Marie's shoulders as the redhead laid firmly clasped to Tony's belly. When Rita lowered herself slowly upon Tony's mouth and leaned forward to support her weight on her hands placed a little ahead and to the side of Tony's head, her plumped-out slim white bottom was squarely in Marie's face, a fact that caused the younger girl to look over her shoulder immediately. "You're breathing on my heinie, Marie," she said, then stiffened. "Oooooh!" she whispered. "His tongue is inside my p-pussy!"
Tony's head turned to one side and his muffled voice sounded urgently. "Cream the redhead, Bob!" His head turned again, and goosebumps jumped up on Rita's slender arms and tender-nippled, swaying breasts as Tony's head bobbed while his long, hard tongue traced the course of the girl's soft, ragged furrow.
The burly Bob laughed as he saw Marie with her nose almost between Rita's thrust-back slender hind cheeks. "Lick her ass," he advised Marie. "Give her a real party." He laughed again as Marie's tongue darted outward and lapped at first one sleek haunch and then the other. Rita's surprised reaction forced her buttock-cleft backward upon her best friend's mouth. The two tongues, one from behind and one from beneath, had the younger girl's behind corkscrewing wildly as sensation exploded within her after sensation.
Bob bent down over Marie and squeezed a voluminous buttock in each big hand, spreading them apart. At once Marie removed her mouth from deep within Rita's body-crevice. "No!" she pleaded in a voice filled with fear. "No, please! Your th-thing is too big! You'll kill me! You'll KILLmeeeeeee!"
Her voice soared to a shriek with the last words as the auburnhaired girl felt Bob lower himself upon her body and place the blunt head of his hardened thick cock against her shrinkingly puckered little brown buttonhole. Marie gasped as Bob pushed forward and the big prick jammed against her tiny orifice, straining for admittance. "God, she's a tight one!" Bob mumbled as he shoved harder. "I'm liable-to come off-all over her ass-before I ever-get it-inside her!"
Marie yelped repeatedly in a high, keening wail as the purple-headed white-skinned penis pressed against her tender anus with all the energy Bob could contrive as he seized her belly and pulled her tighter to him. "Oww! Oww! Ohhhhhh! You're-splitting-ohhhhh!-me! Oww! Owwwwwww!" Marie yelled as the purple head forced an entrance into her widely dis tended asshole and disappeared inside as her pierced, enlarged opening caused the surrounding flesh to flow over the ravaging prick-head.
Despite her preoccupation with Tony's hot tongue plunging over every inch of her sex-slit as well as deeply inside her cunt-hole, Rita kept glancing backward anxiously as Marie's shrieks mounted in intensity, then died away into pleading whimperings as Bob rested momentarily. Marie's laments started up again when Bob resumed thrusting with his thick tool into her dilated waste-opening, but both Stephanie and Rita noticed at once that her outcries were on a much lesser scale than before. Bob, in fact, was succeeding in shoving his broadstemmed penis into Marie's back-aperture in inch-at-at-time lunges with comparative ease.
"There, god dam it!" Bob blurted triumphantly after a final furious buck-up into Marie's resilient soft bottom. "It's in!"
There was a second's silence. "In?" Marie's voice quavered tremulously. "I don't-you're just trying-I don't believe it!" Her tone was incredulous. "You could never-get that enormous thing-inside my poor bottomhole."
"It's in," Bob repeated with finality. "An' I'm gonna fuck your poor bottomhole," he added with heavy irony, "till I blow my nuts inside it." He began to move backward and forward on Marie's upthrust behind.
Marie's neck, awkwardly kinked while she held her face away from Rita's buttocks as she vocalized her distress at the flamingly lacerated martyrdom of her penetration, fell forward limply as her torment lessened to a mild twinging itch in the anus itself. Her face once more penetrated Rita's cleft which fluttered uneasily from Marie's heavy breathing expended upon it despite Rita's more intense reaction to the male tongue scrounging busily in her vagina. The younger girl's thighs flexed continually as she slowly raised and lowered her crotch upon Tony's face so that he could reach every nook and cranny of her sparse-haired pale-rose-hued sex-fissure.
Bob's unshaven features turned scarlet as he plunged his prick in and out of Marie's dis tended anus, his balls slapping her buttocks in the same sound Stephanie had heard before. Bob's thrusts were slightly out of harmony with those of Tony lodged in the girl's cunt below, and Marie's plump flesh vibrated almost continually from the double-pumping action taking place within her. Far within the center of her being Marie felt a feverishly inflamed sensation that was caressingly voluptuous, and she raised her face again from her friend Rita's perspiring lower bottom.
"Ohhhhhhhh!" Marie began upon an almost questioning note, hardly daring to believe the metamorphosis taking place in her prick-laden interior. "Ohhh! It's-" She strained to capture the tenuous tingling building up inside her as the two pricks double-teamed her body, and the tingling developed into a tiny blaze that speedily escalated into a bonfire. "Ooooooooh!" Marie gasped, writhing as much as the two pricks in her body-orifices permitted. "Ohhhh! Ohhhhh, Marv Mother of God, I'm-ahhhhhhhh!-it's--ohhhhhh!-I feel-it! I'm-oooooh!-coming!"
Her buttocks clenched and unclenched as her cunt-walls contracted repeatedly and doused Tony's plunging prick with her spend. Just a second later Bob roared mightily behind her and pounded her bottom with maniacal intensity as he shot a huge load of sperm up into her quivering rectum. Tony continued to fuck into her from beneath while his tongue feathered its way tantalizingly over Rita's twitching sexparts.
Bob backed away from Marie with a sighing groan and threw himself face down upon the bed. The girl's hind parts felt chilly with the sudden removal of the hairy body that had been plastered tightly against them. Free to move again, she raised and lowered her hips slowly upon the rigid spear penetrating her from beneath.
The sudden additional stimulation from her tight-clasping sheath forced Tony's climax. His mouth went out of control entirely as he sucked whole portions of Rita's sex inside it while he lunged mightily upward into Marie as load after load of thick sperm jetted the length of his prick from his balls and was deposited stickily within Marie's humid cranny. The girl almost dreamily rode the pulsating cock which was inundating her sex-spot with lubricating juice. Her bare seat twitched from side to side at the felicitous gratification.
Tony subsided with a harsh sigh as the last of his spend was ejaculated into Marie's cuntal trench. "Climb off!" his muffled voice ordered Rita, who reluctantly removed her delicate pussy-groove with its finespun fleece from the vicinity of the hard tongue that had been stimulating it so highly.
"Hey!"
All heads turned in Bob's direction at his outcry.
The burly redhead was pointing at the floor where Hal had been slumped, unconscious. Stephanie's eyes dilated when she saw that Hal had disappeared. "Where's the rummy?" Bob demanded. He glared at Tony, still sprawled beneath the gently-moving Marie who was riding the remnant of the diminishing prick inside her. "Where's her husband?"
Tony's hands plucked Marie from his stomach and cast her to one side. He bounced up on his knees with a worried frown on his handsome face. "My gun's out there with our clothes," he began. "You don't think-"
"You don't need to think anything," a male voice said from the bedroom doorway. "Take a look."
All eyes focused on Hal, still naked, standing there with Tony's gun in his right hand.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Stephanie's heart leaped into her throat as she saw Hal standing there. What if Tony and Bob re-turned the tables and got the gun away from Hal? They'd beat him brutally, perhaps even fatally. And then they would inflict the rest of their violence upon the girls.
Neither Tony nor Bob made a move, but Tony's eyes cut sideways toward his partner. "You think he knows how to use it?" he said from the corner of his mouth in a harsh whisper.
"You want to try and find out?" Bob replied drily. "He's sure as hell holding it by the right end."
"Off the bed, Rita," Hal said from the doorway. "You, too, Marie. Stephanie, tear up the sheet. Don't get between me and them."
The younger girls clambered from the bed. Still fearful, Stephanie groped for the discarded top sheet, tangled with the bedcover which had been thrown to the foot of the bed the night before. She tried to tear the hemmed edge and was unable to rip it. Frantically she searched for a frayed spot in the sheet, pushed her finger through it, and with that start quickly ripped the sheet into a dozen strips.
"Hold out your hands behind you with your wrists crossed," Hal said to Tony. The gun in his hand was unwavering. Tony hesitated, but complied slowly. "Tie his wrists, Stephanie," Hal continued. "Make a noose like we do for the plants in the yard. Don't get in front of him. And if you start to turn around toward her," he continued to Tony, "we'll find out how effective your gun is."
"I should've grabbed one of them young cunts when they was still on the bed," Tony snarled at Bob as Stephanie quickly made a slipnoose, cinched Tony's crossed wrists, ran the free end of the sheet-cord over-and-under, binding the wrists more tightly, and fastened it securely with a hard granny-knot.
"The little bastard out-thought us," Bob answered.
"Use another strip on him," Hal told Stephanie. "Then do the same with the other one."
Stephanie's heart was beating so wildly she thought it must be apparent under her swinging bare breast, but she did as she was told, then looked at her husband for further instructions. "Their feet now," Hal said. He re-trained the muzzle of the gun on Tony. "Turn partway around with your feet toward her," he ordered. "And if you try to kick her, I'll blow your balls off." He waved the gun threateningly as Tony remained motionless. "Sit down and put your feet straight out with your ankles crossed," he repeated. "I'm not going to say it again."
"Sonofabitch!" Tony rasped. "I should've rushed him right away!" He sat down on the bed awkwardly because of his hands tied behind him and extended his crossed feet. More confident now, although still hardly daring to believe their good fortune, Stephanie tied his ankles firmly together. She then did the same for Bob. The two men sat on opposite sides of the bed while Tony glared at Hal and Bob hunched his powerful shoulders as he tested Stephanie's knots. But his hands remained tied.
"Well!" Marie exclaimed in an unbelieving tone. "Are they-are they really helpless?"
"Except for their teeth," Hal answered whimsically. "And we can take care of that if it becomes necessary." He approached the bed with the gun dangling negligently at his side, and Stephanie marvelled at the overall change in her husband's appearance. He appeared alert and in control of his nerves. With his newly vitalized appearance, even his slightly paunchy nudity no longer seemed so ridiculous. He tested Stephanie's knot-tying, and nodded his head in satisfaction. "They're not going anywhere," he declared.
Marie drew a deep breath. "Then I'm going to teach that one a lesson!" she said passionately. Her voice trembled from the excess of her emotion as she pointed at the scowling Tony. "And let him see how it is to be abused when you can't help yourself!"
"You stay the hell away from me, you little cunt, or I'll bite your tits off!" Tony blared.
Marie marched across the bedroom, lovely in her nudity, and snatched up one of the candles in its wine-bottle holder where it rested since Bob had extinguished it the night before. She pulled the candle from the bottle and brandished it in the air. "Hold him down for me, please?" she begged Hal. "And I'll put this right up his bottom like he did to us." Her passion turned her usual scarred half-grin into a leering grimace.
"Listen, you," Tony began in a threatening voice. He eyed the length of tapering candle with concern.
Hal turned to Rita. "I'll hold his head," he said. "You take his ankles." Coolly he pushed the snarling Tony onto his side and pressed his head down into the bed's remaining sheet. Rita seized the blackhaired man's bound ankles and grasped them solidly, throwing her body across his shins.
"Go ahead, Marie," Rita invited her friend. "Let's see how he likes it."
Stephanie watched in disbelief as Marie approached Tony, half on his stomach, half on his side, with his buttocks covered with long black hairs three-quarters upturned. "Work from below," Hal advised Marie. "Don't get within reach of his tied hands. Although I could knock him loose from you now with the gun."
Marie, flourishing the candle, took hold of Tony's hairy upper buttock and separated it from its twin. Tony snapped and snarled like a mad dog but Hal's and Rita's weight at opposite ends of his body held him relatively immobile. The auburnhaired Marie, her free-swinging bare breasts dangling from her chest wall as she half-crouched in the area of Tony's knees, probed with the narrow end of the candle between Tony's buttocks into his furry crevice. The mad-dog anger in Tony's cursing threats changed to a pain-tinged roar. "Get that goddammed thing out've there, you bitch! I'll tear out your cunt an' feed it to you, you little-hey! Quit it!"
Marie rotated the candle in a boring motion as she forced it deeper into the blackhaired man's cringing anus. Tony writhed like a cut worm but was unable to evade the redhead's skillful manipulation of the candle. Slowly its lower end disappeared inside Tony's dis tended asshole. "Sonofabitch!" Tony raved. His voice was in a much higher key. Another inch of the candle vanished. "Christ!" he gasped. "Take it-easy!"
Rita's position across the bound man's lower legs left her looking almost directly at his groin. "Look at his thing!" she remarked in an awed tone. They all looked. Tony had an erection more impressive than any he had had with the girls as the double blue veins along his white-shafted hardness throbbed noticeably.
Marie backed away from the bed with a quarter of the candle inside Tony's rectum and the remainder sticking up in the air outside. Tony's features were bathed in perspiration and each attempted movement was cut short by the feel of the candle piercing into his bowels. His breath was coming in long, slow gasps and his erection vibrated like a guitar string.
"Maybe he'll get to like it after it's in a while like you did?" Rita suggested.
"If I thought so, I'd take it out right now," Marie replied. "But I really want him to feel it going in." She reached behind herself and rubbed a finger between her heavy buttocks. "Boy, I'm still tender back there."
"There's another candle," Hal suggested with a significant glance at the tied-up Bob.
Marie hesitated, then shook her head. "I don't really feel the same about him," she said slowly. "Although I don't know why."
Stephanie realized that she felt the same ambiguity about the powerful-bodied red-haired man. He had spared them little, but his attitude hadn't been as sadistic, and when she thought of the two occasions when he had placed her on her back and indulged in forthright fucking of her suddenly-eager cunt ... a little shiver flicked through Stephanie's bare flesh. It was shameful to be as responsive as she had been, even in the circumstances, but the lusts of her body had betrayed her into unlady-like compliance, even cooperation. A touch of high color flooded up into her face at the mortifying remembrance.
She studied Tony again. His eyes had a glazed look and his mouth was opening and closing silently. Stephanie felt a renewed tremor in her body when she looked at Tony's enormous erection, the tip of which was probing the air in small circles. "He's going to come off," she said quietly to Hal, who nodded.
Marie overheard her and snatched the candle from Tony's rectum with a pop like a champagne cork. He gave a half-grunt, half-groan, and his erection began to droop rapidly. "I didn't want him to have any fun out of it," Marie said defiantly. She looked at Hal. "What are we going to do now?"
"Get dressed," Hal said. "And I'll put the spark plugs back in the car. I saw them on the table in the lounge."
"You gonna call the cops?" Bob asked quickly. It was the first words he had spoken in some time.
Hal didn't answer him. He dragged Bob's bound body to the head of the bed and tied his already secured wrists to a bedpost. He then did the same with Tony, still breathing hard and perspiring freely, at the foot of the bed. He stood back and surveyed his handiwork, then nodded his head in satisfaction. "Let's go, girls," he said.
Rita led the way from the bedroom into the larger living area. Although the windows were partly covered, it was much brighter as they all entered in single file. Stephanie looked with bemusement at the scattered heaps of their clothing on the floor beside the couch where the two men now tied up in the bedroom had forced them to strip the night before. Had it only been the night before, Stephanie marveled? So much had happened since then.
Bob's question was on Stephanie's mind. "Are you going to call the police, Hal?" she asked, and was a bit surprised at her own question. Yesterday she would have made the decision herself without thinking, but today this was a different Hal.
He regarded her quizzically from his mildlooking eyes, and she noticed that he still had the gun in his hand. "I think you girls should have the vote on that," he said. "You suffered by far the worst abuse." He smiled at Marie and Rita. "Actually, I'm not sure they didn't do me a favor since I was introduced to some experiences I couldn't ordinarily have expected to enjoy."
Marie blushed brightly and Rita giggled as she sat down upon the couch after picking up her panties from the pile of clothing where Stephanie and Rita had undressed her.
"Seriously, Hal," Stephanie said, although her own features were wreathed in a smile.
"I am serious," he retorted. "It's up to you three. Do you want to see them back in jail?"
Stephanie looked at Marie, to this point the most vindictive of the assaulted trio. "It seems-it seems mean, somehow," the auburnhaired girl said slowly. "To send them to jail, I mean." She looked at Hal. "But what else can we do?"
"I can leave them so they can free themselves only after we're miles away," he replied. "If that's what you want."
"Well-" Marie appeared undecided.
Rita had paused with one leg into her panties. "D'you realize we haven't even said thank you to Hal for taking the chance he did to save us?" she demanded. The little blonde darted to her feet with the panties collapsing about a slim ankle as she ran to Hal and kissed him warmly. He reached down and patted her slender bare bottom gently. "Now you give him a kiss, Marie," Rita demanded imperiously.
More self-conscious than Stephanie's young sister, the auburnhaired Marie approached Hal uncertainly. Standing a short distance away from him, she leaned toward him standing on tiptoe. When she tried to kiss him remaining a chaste distance away, Hal smiled and slipped his arm around her waist, drawing her body against his own during the kiss. "Bashful now?" he inquired.
Marie's color had heightened again as she was pointedly made aware of her lack of clothing. "N-not really," she stammered, feeling the masculine chest against her bare breasts.
"You haven't kissed him, Steffi," Rita accused her sister.
"I'll kiss him gladly," Stephanie said warmly, and she meant it. The whole incredible affair had turned out so much better than she had believed possible that she felt truly thankful. Hal released the blushing Marie as Stephanie approached him. She threw her arms around him and hugged him tightly while her lips met his in a lingering kiss, a real husband-and-wife kiss, she thought to herself, the time we haven't shared much recently. She was startled to feel a prodding at the front of her thighs, and looking down, found Hal's rampant erection knocking at the door of her grotto. "Why, Hal!" she exclaimed in a shocked whisper with a quick glance at Marie and Rita watching interestedly.
"You know how I get sometimes after I've been drinking," he said in a low tone. He smiled at her. "And then I didn't get in on the exercise in the bedroom this morning."
Stephanie felt her own color heightening. "Stop it!" she hissed. "Make it go down!" She tried to block with her own body the sight of Hal's purple-headed penis in flagrant arousal. "They'll see!"
"And exactly what is there they haven't seen recently?" Hal asked in the sane low tone.
"You know it's not the same thing!" Stephanie returned in a hushed voice.
"What are you two whispering about?" Rita asked curiously. Then she saw Hal's erection pushing at Stephanie's lower belly. "Ooooooooh, look at that!" Guilelessly she went to them and took it in her warm little hand.
"Rita, you mustn't!" Stephanie exclaimed. "Just because-I mean it's not proper-I know that last night-" She stopped, confused.
"Why is it up?" Rita asked Hal unaffectedly.
"It felt good when your sister kissed me," Hal replied.
Rita nodded seriously. "Are you going to fuck Steffi?" she wanted to know. She squeezed the prick in her hand gently.
"Rita!" Stephanie and Marie exclaimed in unison.
Hal laughed. "It looks as though I'm going to have to wait until she's in the mood."
"She should be in the mood right now," Rita declared vigorously. "After what you did for us." She glanced at her sister mischievously.
"Maybe if you said please, she'd do it."
"Please," Hal said gravely to his wife.
"Oh, now, really!" Stephanie said with a little laugh she tried to make casual. "You know perfectly well what we should be doing is concentrating on getting away from here."
"Please," Hal said again.
Stephanie opened her mouth and closed it again. She knew Hal was serious, despite the outrageous nature of his proposal. There was a pleading look in his eyes. She knew how horny he became after a drinking bout, and she felt sympathetic, surprisingly sympathetic considering their recent incompatibility; but really, what he was proposing, and with Marie and Rita present, and no place to put them, actually--
And then Hal bent his head and kissed her full on the mouth.
It was a long kiss, and Stephanie felt her toes curling. With no conscious volition she stretched herself to the limit to place her hips more firmly under his. She felt his palm patting her nude backside, and it not only felt good, it felt right.
When their lips parted and Stephanie sank back breathlessly on her heels, Hal placed his lips against her ear. "I owe you a lot of apologies," he murmured. "But I'm going off the sauce. And I'm going into the gym and get rid of some of this bloat. It was the worst moment of my life yesterday when I came partway out of that alcoholic stupor and found I couldn't help you when you needed help."
A refreshingly pleasurable warmth invaded Stephanie's being, erasing the soreness caused by her husband's previous neglect. She felt an easeful cosiness that was almost like a skilled massage from loving hands. It might not be easy, but if Hal tried-
"You're whispering again," Rita said accusingly. "What's he saying to you, Steffi?"
"He said he's going to fuck me," Stephanie said simply. "Right now."
Rita nodded. "He's your husband," she said as though that settled everything.
Stephanie took Hal's hand and led him to the couch. His erection was so prominent that his walk was stifflegged. At another time she might have laughed, but she didn't feel like laughing now. She felt embarrassed at what she proposed to do, but also defiant. It was her husband who wanted her to do it.
She started to get down on the couch onto her back but Hal's hands on her waist stayed her. "Backward," he said quietly.
Stephanie hesitated, but then brushed her hesitation aside. She knew that at times Hal became particularly excited by the idea of doing it to her dog-fashion. Without giving herself time to think further, she knelt down on the couch the narrow way, with her head and shoulders lowered against its back and her creamy nude buttocks projecting out over the edge. She widened her thighs to make room for Hal to kneel behind her, and she felt his hand slip between her parted hind cheeks with their full-fleshed resilience and cup her thigh-juncture on his palm.
Her sex-slit was dry, and between fondling squeezes of her little bird Hal's forefinger inserted itself into her cunt-slot and began to frig her. A luxurious glow made itself felt in Stephanie's thighs. The slow, agreeable fingering continued until her natural juices began to trickle. With her head down on her folded arms and her upraised naked seat thrust firmly backwards, Stephanie waited peacefully for what came next.
She felt the couch sag as Hal knelt behind her, and in the next second she felt his hardness bumping between her legs. She reached back between her legs to take the hardness in her hand, then brought it to the blondeness of her hairlined slit and the suddenly renewed wetness of her pussylips. She rubbed the large fleshy shaft against herself to part the lips, getting a sudden thrill when the glans brushed against her clitoris, then wriggled her buttocks slightly until Hal's familiar prick was poised over her tight opening.
The long cock pushed against the restraining mouth of her cuntal passage and Hal's balls tickled the backs of her thighs. Stephanie moved the cock upward and her pussy downward, then shivered at the sensation of the fleshy rod folding inward the ragged pink flesh before the head disappeared inside. Hal pushed at her steadily, leaning over her bowed back, and the unrestrained prick slid easily into her depths where her inner walls clasped it like a well-fitting glove.
"Ahhhhhh!" Stephnie breathed lightly, savoring the sweetly delightful feeling. Her breath caught suddenly in her throat as Hal began to fuck in and out of her smoothly, and she reached between her legs again to tease and flirt with his balls with her fingertips. She could hear herself panting slightly as Hal's even-paced thrusts filled, emptied, and re-filled her itchy chamber.
Hal was bucking into her with a vigor that smacked his belly against her behind noisily, and like the tail on a dog it was followed instantly by the slighter sound of his balls against her upper thighs. Stephanie's breasts shivered in their dependent position and her nipples dragged across her folded arms, stiffening immediately. From a long way off she heard and was independent of Rita's excited murmur: "Whoo, boy, look at him go!"
It seemed to Stephanie that never had the sensations in her prick-filled pussy been so sensationally acute. Hal's blood-filled rigidity pumped in and out of her in metronomically precise patterns. "Ohhh!" Stephanie could hear herself crooning softly. "Ohhhhh! Ohhhhh! It's-lovely!"
She seemed to be on wings, soaring blissfully. Hal's excited lunges which landed him forcefully in her depths raised her knees slightly from the couch each time. She tried to widen her legs still more in an effort to get more of Hal inside her burning cunt. The burning-itch or itching-burn was driving her wild, and she squeezed and squeezed with her sheathwalls at the prisoner within each time she trapped it temporarily.
With no warning, Stephanie's belly started jerking and a strained cry issued from her contorted mouth. "Aieeeeeeee, it's-started! It'soooooooh! STARTED! Ohhhh, Hal! Hal, darling. Fuck me, Hal! Fuck meeeeeee!" Her cunt throbbed and throbbed, bedewing her husband's prick. "I'm-coming, Hal! OHHHHHhhhhh!"
She sagged limply and would have collapsed on the couch except for Hal's restraining hands locked under her smoothly rounded stomach, holding her up against him. With lessened fervor she savored the slick-feeling cock gliding rapidly in and out of her well-lubricated passage. It still felt good even if it didn't have the electrically vibrant sforzando of the instant before orgasm.
Then her breathing quickened again as Hal slammed into her in a rataplan of strokes that presaged his own come. Stephanie removed her folded arms from under her head and groped backward for Hal's thighs which she patted comfortingly as he shivered and shook from the force of the hot jets he spurted from the tip of his cock into Stephanie's clasping jewel box. When his ejaculations ceased, he lowered himself on Stephanie's back with a long sigh.
"That was beautiful," Rita said solemnly from where she and Marie were standing at the end of the couch, watching. "You both looked as if you were having such a nice time,."
Stephanie smiled at her sister dimly, still caught up in the throes of her own emotions. She couldn't recall the last time she'd had such a satisfactory experience with Hal. Marie's face swam into Stephanie's view, looking guiltily embarrassed. In her present devil-may-care mood, Stephanie almost laughed; after what had taken place the night before and that morning, what remained, really, to be embarrassed about?
Hal's cock pulled out of Stephanie's cunt with a slurping noise loud enough to have embarrassed her at any other time. He sat down on the couch and Stephanie stood up slowly on slightly trembling legs. She wanted to sit, too, but hesitated because of her dripping underparts. Hal read her mind, dragged his pants to him with his foot, pulled out a handkerchief which he folded once, and placed it beside him with a patting motion indicating that Stephanie was to seat herself. She did so gratefully, noticing for the first time that despite his stormtrooper ejaculation-inundation of her sexual cranny, Hal was still at half-mast with his semierection projecting from his thighs even in his sitting position.
Stephanie tightened her lips to repress a smile. It really wasn't funny, with the girls watching, but she felt tremendously lighthearted, even reckless. Wouldn't it be wonderful if Hal meant what he said about shaping up? Wouldn't it be deliriously exciting to have a husband on tap who could frequently titillate a girl's root cellar as Hal had just done? Stephanie shivered at the pleasurable thought.
"I'm so thankful that none of us were hurt," she said in fleeting reference to what had gone before. "And that we're going home as one big happy family." She patted the couch beside her as Hal had done. "Come and sit down for a moment before we dress."
Rita complied at once, sitting on Hal's left, and snuggling up to him. Marie dallied for an instant, one hand shielding her reddish-bronze pubic hair with apparent artlessness, then approached on Stephanie's side. When the redhead started to sit down, at the last moment Stephanie slid along the couch and guided Marie to Stephanie's previous position beside Hal. Marie ducked her head nervously as the nearness of Hal's body disconcerted her. When her eyes encountered his glisteningly-lubricated, purpleheaded minierection, she looked away quickly.
Stephanie could see Hal eyeing Marie's firmjutting breasts with the wine-colored nipples centered in the darker areolae sharing Hal's halferection. She reached across Marie, took Hal's hand, and cupped its palm around the redhead's left breast. Marie's eyes closed while her lips parted, but her eyes flew open when Stephanie took the girl's left hand and cradled it around Hal's slippery prick, moving it up and down the limber shaft.
"Ohhhhh!" Marie breathed when Stephanie returned her hand to Hal's massaging Marie's nipple and moved it down the smooth curve of the girl's sleek stomach to her cluster of wiry-looking mossy red curls. Stephanie took hold of Marie's right knee and widened it from its companion so Hal's hand could dip into the grotto dis closed by the separated thighs while Marie's unguided hand continued to move up and down slowly on Hal's resurgence.
Rita was an interested observer. "Marie's getting hot," she said in a half-whisper. "Look at her titties." The nipples had tensed to vitrified prominence as Rita leaned across Hal to watch at closer range what Hal's hand and extended forefinger were doing between Marie's full white thighs. The redhead was leaning back slightly with her feet off the floor to afford Hal's finger frigging her pussy-slot better and deeper access. Marie's pink tongue circled her lips continually while her left hand continued to move up and down Hal's fleshy shaft now entirely revivified from its explosion within Stephanie.
"Hal wants to fuck you, Marie," Stephanie said softly. "Will you let him?"
The girl couldn't or wouldn't answer. Stephanie rose from the couch, took Marie's free hand, and raised the girl to her feet. She moved Marie between Hal's legs, placed her hands on the girl's waist, and pressed downward. "Sit down on it, Marie," she urged her sister's best friend. The rapidly-breathing redhead, eyes again self-consciously closed, resisted only for an instant. When the girl started to lower herself with outspread legs, Stephanie stooped swiftly and guided the rubbery, blunt head of Hal's upstanding cock to Marie's moist, pink-lipped cunt-hole. The blood-engorged head disappeared with a dimpled pressure of surrounding flesh, and Marie slid slowly down Hal's greasy rod until her ample hind cheeks overflowed his thighs which supported her with his prick immersed in her playground
"Ohhhhhhh-h-h!" the redhead panted. "It's in-so deep!" Hal put his hands under her plump arse-cheeks and raised her to the head of his prick as Marie helped by straightening her thighs, then released her to glide downward again upon the impaling cock. "Oooooooooooh!" Marie bleated, trumpet-toned in her excitement. "Ohhhh, what a--feeling! My pussy's-afire!"
Stephanie sat down beside Rita and put her arm around her sister as both watched Hal and Marie collaborate in the raising and lowering of the redhead's substantial shining-white bare buttocks upon Hal's lap. The slick-looking stout stem of Hal's cock would appear momentarily only to be engulfed by the descending hairy quim and pillowy body-cushions hiding the scene just as momentarily. Every inch of Marie's soft belly-breast-and-buttock flesh jiggled madly as she rode the deeply-penetrating pussy-bumper between her legs.
The pace of her ascent and descent quickened, and Marie's voice hoarsened. "It's-coming!" she moaned, pumping with her thighs. "I'mohhh!-it's so-oooooohhh!-lovely, lovely, lovely! I'm-ahhhh!-I can feel-oh, my! Ohhhhh! Please! I'm-COMING!"
Her body went rigid for a long moment as Hal slammed up into her bottom from beneath, and then she sank slowly downward again with a long, expiring sigh. "Lovely, lovely, lovely," she whispered as Hal's movements subsided beneath her. After a moment she turned her head and kissed his neck. "Thank you," she murmured while his hands cuddled her soft breasts again.
Stephanie helped her up from Hal's lap when it was apparent that the conflagration had truly died down. Rita knelt childishly in front of her friend to peer curiously at Marie's friction-reddened slit disclosed by her leg-widened stance as Stephanie wiped her gently with Hal's handkerchief. Still on her knee, Rita glanced wistfully at the hard-breathing Hal still seated on the couch, his shaft shrunken so that the foreskin almost re-enclosed the reddish-purple head.
Stephanie noted the direction of her sister's gaze, and she dropped her hands impulsively upon Rita's slim bare shoulders. "Darling, we'll have something nice for you as soon as we get home," she said quickly. She found she couldn't bear the thought of Rita's disappointment, and she looked speculatively at her husband. "Or possibly-"
She dropped to her own knees and moved in between Hal's legs, lowered her blonde head, and lipped into her mouth Hal's greasy spear resting limply along his thigh. Stephanie tongued and sucked the prick in her mouth, tasting the sweet-salty flavor of Hal's and Marie's combined comes. She swirled her tongue along the blue-veined length of her husband's cock, then turned her head when she felt body-pressure at her side. Marie was kneeling right alongside with her inclined head and waiting mouth just inches from Stephanie's. Hal stared down the long expanse of their bare backs to the upper slopes of the womanly buttocks below.
Stephanie removed her mouth and Marie eagerly swallowed Hal's cock. Stephanie rested the strained-feeling back of her neck while Marie sucked the cock in hollow-cheeked earnestness. Then Stephanie nudged her aside and took over again. Working in thirty-second increments, both girls worked their clinging mouths furiously over Hal's slippery flesh.
Stephanie was thrilled when the limp prick suddenly came to life in her mouth. It expanded accordion-fashion until her throat felt crowded. When she could no longer accept it all, she ovaled her lips and mouth-fucked the resurgent rubbery head until it throbbed and the side veins projected. "Just lick it now," she said to Marie when she removed her mouth. "I'll get Rita ready."
She sat Rita down at one end of the couch, then put her on her back. Parting the slender legs, Stephanie saw again the firm-pouting sexslit protruding from between her sister's thighjuncture. "You've got the fattest little cunt I've ever seen on a girl your age!" Stephanie exclaimed, spanking an upraised buttock lightly. "Come on and see what you can do with this, Hal."
Marie drew back from her quick-tonguing circuit of Hal's rigid cock, and Hal rose and knelt on the couch. Stephanie and Marie each took one of Rita's legs and slid her along the couch's surface on her bottom until a leg projected on either side of Hal's kneeling figure. "I hope it doesn't hurt this time," Rita whispered.
"I'm sure it won't," Marie assured her. The redhead walked around to the back of the couch and, leaning over it, manipulated Rita's inside leg while Stephanie took the outside. Together they folded the slender legs back upon Rita's chest, and the girl's plump thinly-haired pouting-lipped sex-fissure was exposed to Hal's cock as he moved closer.
"Take a deep breath, Rita," Stephanie advised her sister as she steered her husband's throbbing penis-head to Rita's fleshy entrance. Rita flinched as she felt the rubbery head penetrate her grotto, then relaxed when there was no sharp, shooting pain. "That's the way," Stephanie encouraged her. She was watching Hal's rigidity slowly bury itself in her sister's belly.
Although its progress was leisurely, it was steady. "There, it's in," Stephanie announced when Hal's stem was brushing Rita's blonde fleece.
Rita raise her head. "You mean all of it?" she asked incredulously. "Why, it only hurt a little. Kind of a scraping feeling."
"You won't feel that in a minute," Marie predicted as Hal began to surge on Rita's sex-platform. Rita's lips parted as the sensation of the long cock frictioning her hole began to permeate her sex sector. Stephanie's own excitement mounted as she watched Hal's buttocks with their patches of hair rise and fall on Rita. Tremors rippled through the girl's round little stomach, and the slender legs upheld in Marie's and Stephanie's hands struggled against their captivity. "Let me-hold him!" Rita begged, and when her legs were released her thighs clasped Hal's middle stoutly while Stephanie's husband continued to fuck the younger sister's quivering, lubricious pussy. "It feels-nice!" Rita declared loudly before her voice trailed off in a gasp as an internal shower of sparks titillated her soft flesh.
"Ohh!" she exclaimed a second later as her middle heaved upward unexpectedly. "Ohhh!" Surprise was etched upon the young face. "It's too-soon! It's-ooooh!-I want to-hold it!" Her tight-looking young behind jerked up and down feverishly like a doe rabbit with her buck. "Ohhhhhhh!" she groaned. "I can't-oooh! It's-ohhh!-I'm spilling! I'm-spilling!"
Her legs thrashed against Hal before she subsided with a long-drawn-out exhalation and a whimpering sniffle. The long cock fucked into Rita's softly yielding cunt while that receptacle contained it valiantly. "He's not going to come quickly, so she may come again," Stephanie muttered to Marie, who nodded agreement.
The fucking went on and on while Rita made small, mouthy noises, almost cooing sounds. Her thighs tightened around Hal again and her bottom began inexpert efforts to match his fuck-strokes into her. Marie nudged Stephanie at the sight of Rita's quickened response. Stephanie's eyes were upon the increasing rapidity with which her husband's ass propelled his prick deeply into her sister's upturned pink slit. Hal was fucking with a speed and force that almost left Rita behind.
The girl rallied, however, as the hard-plunging cock renewed her sensual enjoyment. She held Hal tightly between her wide-parted legs and panted heavily as she sought to fling her behind up into the spearing jabs. The muscles in Hal's shoulders bunched suddenly as he lowered himself and really whacked at the younger sister's rift. Rita blew unconscious saliva-bubbles as Hal reared up on his knees and poured quick spurts of sperm into her molten interior while her cunt-walls contracted in strong vibrations that deluged the wonderful prick inside her.
Hal sank down heavily on Rita's stomach, blowing his breath through his nostrils. "Real-ly-got to-get t' gym-'f very much-more like that," he mumbled. "What a-washingmachine!"
He raised his head when Stephanie patted his back. "Should-get going," he said heavily. His gaze took in the three naked girls within arm's reach. "Although you-could talk-me out of it." He focused on Marie. "Made up your mind-about that pair?" He jerked a thumb in the direction of the bedroom door.
Marie looked at Stephanie. "I don't really know why, but I don't think I could sleep nights if I knew I was the cause of them being back in jail," she confessed.
"I feel the same way," Stephanie admitted.
"Okay," Hal said. "But you're still mad at Tony?"
"At him, yes!" Marie said emphatically. "I'll fix him," Hal declared. "You girls get dressed."
He went into the kitchen and returned with a knife. Stephanie looked at it apprehensively as Hal started into the bedroom. "Don't worry," he said over his shoulder. "This is for them to cut themselves loose with after we're gone." He dis appeared inside.
Stephanie pulled on her stockings and then her panties, but really had a struggle with her girdle. Her hips just didn't seem to want to be confined. "Clothes feel funny after all that time without them; don't they?" Rita asked in surprise.
They were dressed when Hal returned to the lounge. Stephanie felt a quiet and surprising feeling of pride at the sight of her husband's prick, still reddened from its exercise, swinging lightly between his thighs. "Do you know us with our clothes on?" Rita asked Hal with a lilting giggle.
"I might have to ask for a peep at a bare behind to check the identification," Hal said solemnly, and Rita giggled again. "Want to see the two gents inside?"
They followed him into the bedroom and stared down at the bed and the two naked men. Hal had tied the pair with Tony's face shoved into Bob's groin, and they were obviously going to remain in that position until they could work their way to the knife which Hal had left at the other end of the huge bed. It wouldn't be an easy journey despite the fact neither was now fastened to the end of the bed.
"I almost feel sorry for him," Marie observed. "Almost." Unconsciously her hand went to the rear of her skirt.
The girls waited in the lounge while Hal dressed. He took the spark plugs out to the car and soon had it running. When he came back inside, they were ready to leave. He put his arm around Stephanie and kissed her lingeringly. "We'll all be better off forgetting this," he said seriously, "but it taught me something. I'm going to start acting like a human being."
"You'll have your reward," Stephanie said lightly. "By having all of us in your power at home."
Hal looked at his wife, then at Marie's embarrassedly crimson face and Rita's brilliantly smiling one, and grinned.
