Isn't it amazing that in this day and age of supposedly civilized human beings, we still have jungle like creatures who prey on others, wanting to change from a "have-not" to a "have" by simply taking it away from others. Yet these animal-like beings learn from their forebears, brought up to believe that the world is a place where one is killed or one has to kill to survive.
Education has made great strides in retraining a great many of these people, and Yet, there are some who, no matter what the atmosphere, will always have that primitive law of the jungle inside them. They don't want to learn, because then they might discover the world is not their oyster, after all. These are the people one must look out for, most of all.
If we have prisons, then these are the people to be locked away, not the poor unfortunates who, until now, simply didn't know better. Unfortunately, there are many "bad seeds" in every society. It is simply a question of recognizing them, then locking them away with each other, allowing each to think he or she is a god, and permitting these beings to destroy one another without allowing them to vent their venom on the rest of humanity.
We will never have a perfect or ideal society, but we can certainly come much closer to one by weeding out the amoral people and allowing them the privilege of destroying each other.
CHAPTER ONE
The bank in which Phyllis Ragan worked was a quiet little savings and loan in a quiet little town. Almost everyone in the town knew everyone else, and as a result, the bank president had deemed it unnecessary to put in the expensive anti-theft devices most of the other surrounding banks used. As a result, the Seymour Savings and Loan was wide open and begging for a robbery. There were no TV cameras or moving picture cameras filming what was going on. Nor were there devices in the bottom of each cash drawer to sound a silent alarm when the last bill was removed. The guard was "ye olde neighborhood cop" who had retired and was living on a fairly comfortable pension.
Phyllis Ragan herself was a pretty little thing with a twelve-year-old face on a twenty-year-old body. Her hair was dark brown, almost black, cut page-boy style, bangs and all. She had wide, bright eyes, a short, cute little pug nose, and full, pouting lips that made a man wonder whether he ought to let her suck his penis or buy her a lollipop. Phyllis affected men in strange ways. Her girlish face made her want them to buy her a baby bonnet, while her thirty-six(B)-twenty-four-thirty-five figure made them think all kinds of lascivious thoughts.
Phyllis was well aware of her baby face, and used very little makeup, wanting to accent her cuteness, while at the same time wearing the tightest skirt-suits imaginable to titillate the imagination of every male in town.
She was all of five-feet-two inches tall, smaller than the average woman, and as a result looked more childish than ever. Had it not been for the robbery, there was the possibility Phyllis's hidden streak of amorality might never have been brought to the fore.
It happened on a Friday, when the payrolls were swelling the bank's tiny vault.
Phyllis was a cashier and sat behind the modern high level divider that separated the tellers from the customers. The first of them was a chubby, almost jolly looking man with black curly hair, apple cheeks, dark skin, and a face slightly reminiscent of Sal Mineo, the murdered movie star. He was wearing black slacks and a heavy black peacoat when he walked into the bank, and Phyllis noticed him right away because he was definitely not one of the friendly local townspeople. He walked over to one of the desks in the middle of the floor and took a deposit slip on which he began to write.
Phyllis didn't notice the next one to walk in, a female with long, brown hair, also with dark skin as if she had been living in Florida rather than the little northeastern town. Her features were those of a pretty female, about Phyllis's age, perhaps a little younger, though there was nothing girlish about her. face. On the contrary, she looked even older than she really was. The blue coat she wore covered her svelte figure. It was obvious she didn't have large breasts, but the coat did have small bumps in them to indicate her mammarial development was still large enough. She walked over to the guard and began asking him questions.
The third member of the group was also a female, and obviously a sister to the other woman. Though she was a younger sister, her features were harsher, and as a result, she had a colder appearance. Her hair was the same shade of brown, it was just as long, and her skin was just as tan. She had on a tight woolen sweater that accented the fact that her breasts, though small, were perfectly round. Her hips were very boyish, and her waistline was at least two to three inches narrower than Phyllis's. This female simply stood near the door.
The fourth and final member of the group was balding, yet one look at his face and it was obvious he was younger than the curly headed man still filling out a deposit slip. It was as if all four were brothers and sisters.
The robbery itself was something that was never quite clear in Phyllis's mind.
Everything happened so quickly, she was taken completely by surprise. Guns appeared, people were made to lie face-down on the floor, and then the curly haired man was handing Phyllis sacks to be filled with money. Her hands moved automatically, emptying the money drawers behind the counter, and then going into the vault with the curly haired man and dumping the stacks of bills into a sack, as well.
"You're coming with us," the curly haired man said, his voice crisp and sharp.
"Just to make sure no one tries following us. If we don't have any trouble, we'll turn you loose in forty-eight hours." Had he known what the future held in store, the curly haired man would have run screaming from Phyllis Ragan, giving himself up to the nearest law enforcement officer.
At that moment Phyllis was terrified. She had never encountered people like these before. When she struggled, the curly haired man tucked his pistol in his belt and backhanded her very casually across her face. The shock of the blow instantly took all the fight out of Phyllis. She went limp and fell into the man's arms. The other man walked up beside her, and still training his pistol on the people in the bank along with the two girls, he helped carry Phyllis from the bank to the car they had waiting outside. That they were amateurs was obvious by the fact that no one was sitting behind the wheel of the car, and the bald-headed man had to slide in and do the driving. The younger of the two females slid in beside him.
Phyllis came to her senses, she realized she was being shoved into the back seat of a car. Her mind was still foggy, but she was awake enough to realize it was a large, four-door sedan, and the curly haired man was piling in with her along with the older woman, shoving and pulling her until she was more or less lying across their laps.
"Let me go!" she gasped.
"Hit her!" the woman replied. "That'll keep her from making a lot of noise and trying to get away."
"Naaaaaahhhhhhh!" the curly haired man replied. "I gotta better way. Just tear alla these clothes off her."
As he spoke, he wasted no time, ripping her blouse from her body and tossing it out the window as the balding man sped away from the bank. Then he was ripping her brassiere off, as well. Then he was tearing her skirt and panties down, along with her pantyhose, dropping it all on the floor of the car. Immediately began struggling, not so much to escape from the man�she realized that was an impossibility at the moment�but merely to somehow or other try and cover her nakedness. She was lying face-up across his lap with her full, rounded breasts very prominently displayed before the man's eyes.
One of the car windows was open, and she felt a cold wash of air spray itself across her body, and when she lifted her head, she realized the girl who was holding her thighs had her eyes glued to her vagina as surely as the man was staring at her breasts.
"Goddamn you, hold still," the curly haired man insisted, cuffing her on the side of the head. Dazed for an instant, Phyllis lay there quietly, and before she was able to move, he took a stocking cap from his pea coat pocket and jammed it over her head, covering her eyes as well,. blindfolding her. Damn!
The man had hurt her the way he had yanked the hat down over her eyes, tugging her strands of hair as well. She reached up to tug it from her eyes, but a hand gripped her wrist, and the curly haired man said, "Mmmmmmyyyyeeeeaaaahhhhhh!
Leave it on. If we think for one minute y'know where we're gonna take you, you won't be breathin'."
"Right on, Irving," the woman holding her legs said. "You tell the little bitch!"
There was enough menace in the words of both, the curly haired man and the straight haired, older female that Phyllis. instantly stopped struggling and calmed down. Even so, she was more than aware of her total nakedness, and she stealthily moved one arm up and tried holding it across her breasts.
"Hmmmmmmyeeeeeaaaahhhhhh!" the curly haired man, the one called Irving muttered. "You look cold, you sweet little bitch. You just relax and let Irving get you nice and warm, sweetheart."
An instant later she was aware of the man's open, heavy hand closing over one of her naked breasts. It instantly began toying with one of her tender nipples.
She wanted to tell him to stop doing that to her, but she was too afraid of angering him. Much to her surprise, what Irving was doing to her swollen breast definitely felt good, and she was aware of her nipple swelling and growing hard beneath his rough fondling while little shafts of thrilling sensation trickled down through her belly into her loins.
That was when Phyllis received another shock. Because of the way she was lying, she had been certain her genital area would not be touched by the man's roving hands, basically because she was ,certain the man would be unable to reach them the way she was lying across his lap and that of the woman. So she was totally unprepared when she felt fingers wildly fumbling through her pubic curls. She was wondering just how Irving had managed to reach all the way down between her thighs when she was suddenly very much aware of the difference in feeling between the hand on her breasts and the hand greedily pawing at her tender pubic mound. To her utter amazement she realized it was the hand of the woman touching her between her thighs.
Chilling horror shot through the shuddering female, making Phyllis wonder if the woman touching her was what they termed a bull-dyke. She tightly clamped her thighs all the more closely together, trying to prevent the brown-haired woman from pushing fingers into her, but the woman's strong, persistent fingers were suddenly pinching and hurting her thigh where it was most delicate�on the inside�squeezing very painfully, and with a gasp of sudden agony, Phyllis automatically allowed her thighs to be pushed apart and a moment later the woman's fingers had automatically insinuated themselves into the wetness of her tantalizing pussy. Now when the helpless Phyllis tried desperately clamping her tender thighs tightly together, all she managed to do was automatically trap the other woman's fingers inside her tender crotch where they busily began going to work.
"You know something," the woman said, a loud laugh in her voice as the sedan continued rolling on, "these working cunts don't have any different kind of a feel to them than us evil, bank robbing twats."
Irving was heard to laugh a loud, snickering laugh as he said, "Can't keep your hands off any kind of cunt, can you, Joyce. You're as hungry for pussy as I am."
Phyllis wriggled, and squirmed helplessly on the laps of the two bank robbers, and she wondered if they intended raping her right here in the. car. Irving was now working so eagerly on her swollen mammaries he was actually hurting her a little as he deftly rolled her tender nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, pinching, squeezing and pulling them. Her delicate breasts were throbbing and pulsating, and Phyllis felt them enlarging all the more under Irving's sure, deft touch. Meanwhile, between the softness of her shuddering thighs, Joyce had managed to pry her legs open all the wider. She was slushing a delving finger up and down the full length of Phyllis's never-before-touched vaginal slit.
Phyllis was a virgin. Not that she was a fanatic about it, but she had never found a male she wanted to bed down with in her twenty years of existence, and sex had never really meant anything to her because her body had never been awakened to it before by anyone. Now, to her surprise, she was finding this unwanted attention very interesting, feeling strangely and intensely good, her writhings caused as much by tantalizing pleasure as by a very sincere desire to somehow or other escape this humiliating violation of her helplessly pinioned torso.
"She's all wet inside," Joyce laughed. "When I push my finger in deep enough, I can feel her cherry. But I tell you right now, if it weren't for that, I'd swear she was wet because someone was coming inside her."
Irving snorted with a. loud sound, very amused as he said, "Hell, what's a woman's cunt for if not for a man to come inside, Joyce? Your cunt was made for that, too."
"Is that a fact," Joyce snapped. "Let me tell you right now, I catch any son of a bitch male chauvinist pig trying it, and I promise I'll just cut his testicles off."
"I'll have to try it anyway, someday," Irving laughed.
"I'll chop your cock off, too," she assured him.
Apparently the moist state of Phyllis's pussy wasn't enough to put off the sex starved lesbian, because her rummaging finger continued to carefully delve and probe into the depths of the helpless woman's trembling slit. Although she had already felt the finger in her vagina once, Phyllis, in spite of the warmth it conveyed, trembled as she felt the finger sliding toward it again. The finger moved lower, lower, lower, heading for her open little hole, and this time Phyllis held her breath as Joyce's finger poised at the entrance to her vagina.
A shuddering instant later, the finger once again slid remorselessly inside.
"She's a virgin, all right," Joyce said, "and her cunt's tighter than that of a twelve-year-old." Her voice was husky with wanton desire as she began swishing her finger around and around inside the helpless woman's pussy.
"Hey, lemmee find out for myself," Irving grunted, his hand leaving Phyllis's breasts, trying to work their way down the flatness of her white belly.
"You keep those goddamn hands off," Joyce snarled at him. "You have the tits.
Her cunt's mine."
Reluctantly Irving's hands stopped their downward course, but when his fingers returned to her swollen breasts, it went back to work on Phyllis's shuddering orbs with just as much vigor and vitality as before, the fingers nipping and pinching the rubbery tenderness. of her budding nipples. At the same time, Joyce began rhythmically running her finger in and out of the terrified Phyllis's cunt, moving it as if it were a penis, and Phyllis found herself grunting and groaning with a mixture of shame, fear, and a certain amount of inner passion.
"What the hell's going on back there?" the balding man called from the front seat where he was driving. It was the first time Phyllis had heard the other voice, and it was almost girlish. � "Shut up, Eli," Irving snarled. "All we're doing is teaching this bitch a little of our revolutionary theory, so you just keep your eyes in the road."
Eli began mumbling something about the need for direct action against the wealthy not being any reason for a member of their group to behave like some capitalistic swine. Then he closed his mouth and remained silent. For a, brief instant Phyllis was hoping he would interfere, stopping the two people on whose laps she was lying from tormenting her and abusing her helplessly trapped body.
Yet a few moments later, as she writhed and wriggled where she was, she wondered if she wanted them to stop. What they were doing to her breasts and vagina was beginning to feel very, very good. It was intensely exciting, in fact, and Phyllis once remembered reading that danger and the possible fear of death occasionally acted like an aphrodisiac. That certainly seemed to be the case with her, now. As Joyce's fingers drove deeper and deeper into the seething depths of her trembling cunt, and Irving's hand toyed with her upstanding, vellicating young nipples, the helpless Phyllis discovered she was having trouble with her breathing, no longer because of fear, but simply because of the throbbingly intense signals of delightful pleasure continually rocketing through her increasingly aroused and shuddering body.
"Hey, will you get a load of this," Irving laughed. "Our little captive bitch is turning on," he said out loud.
Yes, it was true. Almost as if this was happening to someone else's body, Phyllis discovered her rounded hips were beginning a very slow, very tentative movement, thrusting her vagina up against the invading fingers of the female, who was careful not to push too deeply, not wanting to have a broken hymen bleeding all over her lap. Phyllis lost all control over herself as, within another couple of minutes, her crotch was rhythmically grinding itself up and down, fucking itself back and forth against Joyce's partially embedded finger.
She discovered she had absolutely no control whatsoever over herself now as fear slowly faded into the background, replaced by a vague, disembodied lust, and for a brief instant Phyllis totally forgot where she was and who was doing this to her. She continued madly writhing in the laps of her two abductors, her full, rounded breasts thrusting up firmly against the pleasure�giving fingertips of the man she had heard referred to as Irving, her rubbery nipples now solid rivets as the front of her vagina flowered open to welcome Joyce's finger inside. A moment later she felt Joyce worm a second finger into her, and then a third finger, until she felt the front part of her vagina marvelously stretched, as if a short, stubby penis was working in and out between her sensitive lips, without penetrating her hymen.
"Gggghhhhuuuuunnnnnggggghhhhh aaaaannnnnggggghhhhh ... " the gasping Phyllis moaned, her head twisting and turning in the man's lap, feeling as if her entire interior was simply going to melt and run down the girl's thighs. She was only vaguely aware of a wet, sluicing noise as Joyce's fingers continued working very busily inside her drivingly heated vaginal dehiscence. The hot, sensual musk of sex was permeating the entire interior of the car, and to her amazement, Phyllis suddenly realized she was going to have an, orgasm. The other two seemed to sense it, too, because Joyce had a thumb rubbing against her clitoris now, in addition to the two fingers moving in and out of her vagina. She was shuddering, twisting and turning, writhing uncontrollably, unable to keep herself still for an instant.
Irving leaned down as far as he was able, and he clamped his lips tightly on one of the woman's helpless nipples while his hand kept busy with the other.
Both the passion swollen globes felt like balloons, blowing up larger and larger until it seemed they would have to burst, but it was Joyce's thumb against her clitoris, and the other three digits moving in and out two or three inches and rubbing against her vaginal roof that finally touched her off.
Joyce smiled victoriously, feeling the hot gush of inner fluids pouring out of her victim's vagina, spraying against her palm and wrist. She knew this was the first orgasm.
Phyllis had ever enjoyed, and with a tight smile on her face, she continued pumping her fingers in and out of the, trembling captive girl, her own vagina tingling with excitement as she witnessed the helpless Phyllis continuing to spasm.
Phyllis blacked out after that, and Irving had, the strangest sensation, wanting very much to have Eli stop the car so he'd be able to toss the girl out by the wayside, but he knew the other three would want to keep her for a hostage, to make certain they weren't being followed. He ought to have followed his instincts.
CHAPTER TWO
They arrived at the small house they were using as a hideout for the moment.
The four of them called themselves the People's Liberation, Army, and had just formed a few days earlier. They were part of the many who didn't have anything, and, rather than trying to earn their way through life, they saw a single bank robbery as the way to make their fortunes. Their name was simply something to keep other hippies from helping the police locate them, since they'd gotten their wheels through the other hippies, and they had pretended to agree with all kinds of philosophy the peace-at any-price-mongers were shouting.
The house belonged to some family away for the winter, and by the time the family returned, Irving, Eli, Joyce, and Dianne would be long gone. Irving and Eli were brothers. They were no relation to Dianne and Joyce, though the latter two were sisters. This alliance was something temporary, though Eli and Dianne were already getting it on together. Joyce was pure lesbian, though she had once allowed a man's cock into her cunt�which was probably why she had reverted to women, since she would not permit it to happen again. Dianne swung both ways, and had often swung with, her own sister, though somehow or other she found it impossible to believe a sister relationship would be termed incest.
It was a small, one-story house, with a basement where Phyllis was immediately taken. There were no windows in the basement, so it was not necessary to keep her blindfolded, though they did keep her naked to prevent her from getting ideas about looking for a way, out. All four of them had decided Phyllis was a good-looking female, and at least three of them, Irving, Eli, and Joyce, wanted to enjoy her. It was decided Joyce would get first crack at her, since the woman hated touching females with semen in their body.
First, business.
They carried the sacks of money inside, and when they opened them, found most of the cash neatly bundled and banded, so that counting it was very simple. In less than a half hour they realized they had gotten away with nearly eight-hundred-thousand apiece. It was more than any of them had hoped for.
Irving, who was a nut about investments, figured his share, carefully managed, would tide him over the rest of his life. He had worked for an investment house as a runner for two years, seeing all that money being sifted back and forth, and he had decided if he ever did get his hands on money, he would invest it.
Eli intended running far, far away and opening up a commune for hippies, where he would charge them whatever they were able to steal to come and flop. Dianne wanted to travel, and Joyce just wanted to buy a lot of luxurious things.
Of the entire group, Irving was the only one who intended declaring what he had stolen to the IRS, though he would not admit to stealing it. He knew the government didn't care how people came by their money, as long as Uncle Sam got his share. He was the only one who intended becoming respectable.
"Okay," he said to Joyce, "while Dianne rustles up some food, you get your ass down to the basement and play with the chippie."
Joyce smiled. She loved making it with unwilling, straight girls, turning them into at least bi-girls like her sister. She had seduced Dianne into lesbianism, just as she had seduced so many others ... just as she intended seducing Phyllis.
Unlocking the door leading to the basement steps, she walked down the stairs.
Now, with her blue coat off, she was seen to be wearing a green striped polo shirt underneath with no brassiere to hold up her firm breasts. The jeans she was wearing were faded, and clung tightly to her rounded hips.
When she got downstairs, she discovered Phyllis had found a cache of clothing in the basement, perhaps things the family living there intended giving away, and she had slipped on a dress, a pair of panties, and a brassiere.
Seeing Joyce, Phyllis gasped, then asked, "What are you going to do to me?"
"We'll keep you here a couple of days, then we'll probably tie you up and leave you here to work your way loose when we scram. Even if you do get loose, the phone isn't working, neither is the electricity. That's why we had to leave candles down here in the basement.. You don't know where the hell you are, ,and by the time you find out, we'll probably be out of the country."
The basement was huge, very huge, a gigantic single room with a tiled floor and a large oil furnace in one corner of the room with a washer and dryer in another corner. The rest of the finished basement was a play room with a large pool table, a big bar, and even a ping pong table. A half dozen candles lit the basement up very nicely.
"Why did you do this?" Phyllis asked, as Joyce finished coming down the stairs and stood about ten feet away from her.
"For the money of course," Joyce shrugged. "Why else!"
"And why are you down here with me? Are you supposed to keep an eye On me?"
"Let's just say ,I want to be with you for a little while. You fascinate me, but then, all straight women fascinate me."
"Sexually straight."
"But except for what you and that man did to me in the car, I've never had sexual contact with anyone," Phyllis objected.
"Well then, isn't it time?". Joyce asked.
"I'm still a virgin," Phyllis insisted. "I'd like to stay that way."
"Honey, that's fine with me," Joyce told her. "I'm not out to rob you of your virginity. When I get through with you, you'll be just as virginal as when we started.".
"When you get through with me? What are you talking about?"
"Haven't you ever played with another woman?" Joyce asked.
"I'd be afraid to even consider it," Phyllis told her. "I can't imagine what it would be like."
"Naturally you can't," Joyce nodded. "This isn't something one has to imagine.
It has to be experienced to be appreciated," Joyce said, and moving closer, she gently wrapped her arms around Phyllis's body, inserting a knee between Phyllis's knees to force the darker haired woman's thighs apart. "Now you just listen to me and we'll both have a lot of fun,"; Joyce told her. "We'll lie down on the pool table where the velvet won't hurt your lovely flesh. Come on, honey. Basically we're all bisexual, and anyone incapable of enjoying both kinds of lovemaking is really an emotional cripple. You don't want to be one of those, do you, honey?"
"No ... uhhhhh ... look ... Miss ...
"Just Joyce. That's my name. What's your name?"
"Phyllis," the captive woman replied. "Please, Joyce, don't do this to me," she begged, trying to push away the hands that were already undoing the buttons on her new-found dress. But Joyce was an expert at this, and her nimble fingers eluded the grasp of the weeping Phyllis, and in seconds the garment was open to the waist.
Very quickly the long-haired girl dipped her experienced hands inside, moving them behind Phyllis's back, sure fingers: hurriedly loosening the brassiere, then quickly shoving the cups off the firm, cone-shaped mounds. Phyllis tremblingly stiffened, sitting there rigidly on the barstool near the pool table, staring down at her once-again bared flesh and the soft, brown woman's hands fondling her pointed spheres.
"Come on, Phyllis," Joyce whispered to her. "You just relax and take it easy.
Don't think that there are only some kinds of good sex while the rest is bad.
All kinds of sex is good. Hell, honey, if it feels good, why not just enjoy it instead of fighting it. Just give my way a try, and I guarantee you'll like it."
Phyllis sat woodenly on the stool, her innocent face hiding the thoughts going on in her mind. She was frightened of not coming out of this alive no matter what the others said to her. She had to win friends to her side�the more the better. It was obvious this was a woman who was a. seducer of other women, and if she surrendered herself too readily, Joyce would wonder what the devil was taking place. No, she had to appear reluctant, watching, pretending not to feel, creating the impression she believed all this was happening to someone other than herself.
Unhappy because of what appeared to be a lack of response in Phyllis, Joyce pressed her soft, smaller breasts forward, rubbing them from side to side, back and forth against the naked nipples of the other girl. When she saw the pink buds of Phyllis's nipples become turgid and stand erect, she laughed triumphantly and began unbuttoning her own blue jeans. Phyllis. stared, taken somewhat aback by this experience as Joyce removed her tee shirt and tossed it off to the side, letting the brownish pucker of her own small nipples come into view. Joyce had huge tan areola unlike her own small pink ones. In a moment the two nipples were being pressed and rubbed smoothly against her awn, and Joyce was leaning forward, kissing her as a man would kiss her, the woman's mouth closing on hers in determined demand. At almost the same moment she was aware of a hand moving under the lower part of the dress she had been wearing, sliding along the delicate inner flesh of her thigh, heading for the opening she had teased and tantalized when they had been in the car.
"Oh my God! No! No! You mustn't do this again ... " Phyllis gasped, knowing resistance would only spur the woman on to greater efforts. She had the knack of being able to immediately analyze an individual,. knowing what a person liked and disliked almost immediately. Her voice was muffled by the lips and tongue invading her mouth like an attacking army. "Ummmmmpphhhhhh! Joyce ... mmmmffff ... blllbbbb stopppppbbbb I don't want to ... ."
"Oh yes you do," Joyce insisted, her mouth, fresh from some mint chewing gum like a summer wind blowing in off a dry desert. "You're just too afraid to really let go."
The more aggressive woman's smaller breasts were continuing to move sensually over Phyllis's slightly larger mounds, and Phyllis became aware of a strange, passionate tingle resulting from the constant contact. Added to the overpoweringly passionate assault on her hungry mouth that was forcing her head back farther and farther, it made Phyllis feel more than a little breathless.
Then the hand on her thigh began sliding beneath the .edges of her new-found panties, and Phyllis gasped, "Joyce! Joyce! You mustn't!"
"You're wrong!" Joyce insisted, panting. "I must! I'm going to show you just what fun you've been missing by inhibiting yourself all these years."
"Oh no! No! No!" Phyllis cried out, knowing her pleas would only urge the other woman to continue. If lesbianism was her one way out of this, then lesbianism was the course she was willing to accept.
The other woman's exploring fingers worked higher, snaking into the soft, warm pelt of furry hair covering Phyllis's crotch. Phyllis was aware of the fingers moving through the hair, separating her outer labia, and then sliding softly and caressingly along her inner labia before probing at the secret grotto the lips were protecting.
"Ahhhhhhh ... " Joyce gasped. "The cunt ... once again I've found your tight, sweet, twelve-year-old-narrow cunt," she murmured almost huskily as her fingers proceeded to move in and out of the very slippery recess.
The knowledgeable stroking continued, and the shuddering Phyllis felt a continuing moistness building and swelling in her body as her glands responded with a heavily lubricating flow of splashing juices. For the moment, Phyllis felt her sense of reality slowly fading and she was almost beyond the point of being able to object any longer, because the truth was, now that she had discovered what Joyce was trying to teach her, she was more than willing to go along with it. Still, she had to appear like a pure innocent, as if making one last-ditch effort, and pulling her lips free of the woman's voracious mouth, she gasped out, "Joyce ... you mustn't do this you mustn't ... "
"Why not?" Joyce asked, smiling. "You damn well know you want what I'm doing.
That oily, sweet cunt of yours is just begging for my fingers, pleading to feel my mouth sucking it, and just aching to have my own throbbing pussy pressing against it. You want to feel my hairy lips sucking your own, and you'd even like to feel my stiff clitoris pushing into that narrow hole of yours like a cock, knowing it isn't long enough to reach far enough to break that-cherry of yours. Honey, you want to be clit-fucked into oblivion."
Inwardly, Phyllis smiled because that was precisely what she wanted. Outwardly, she winced and shivered. It wasn't as if the words were new to her. Like any modern woman she had heard such objectionable words used again and again, but she was slightly taken aback to have them uttered by another woman, not only knowing the woman was hot after her, but that she was equally hot to let the woman continue. It made her blood seethe to feel the words being spoken as Joyce said them with her mouth pressed to that of Phyllis. The words applied to something about to happen to her, and as a result she shuddered, both with want, and with a little fear.
"Ummmmphhhhhh ... no ... no ... no ... " was all she managed to get out, making certain her voice was a whimper. "You know this is all wrong and we ought not to do this ... "
"You're sounding like some dumb little twerp from thirty years ago, when our own folks were kids," Joyce told her. "Look, Phyllis, you're going to be here for the next forty-eight hours whether you like it or not. I'm trying to make it good for you. Now you know the creed of our revolutionary army. Love isn't wrong, honey. Death and killing are wrong. You noticed we really didn't hurt a single person when we knocked over your bank today. It was done quickly, you might say with love. Love, sex, even fucking is good with anyone. After all, didn't we just agree that if something feels good, we ought to just go ahead and do it?"
Phyllis inwardly smirked. Outwardly she hadn't agreed to a damn thing, but her mind was spinning, and had she been the pure innocent Joyce believed her to be, her brain would have been filled with feathers, so she realized it was time to calm down a little and not protest too loudly.
The fingers inside her vagina were massaging in and out without actually touching her sensitive cherry. She was well aware of the way they slid between the clamped tight walls of her sensitive inner channel while a palm was rubbing against her fur covered mound and brushed occasionally against the pearl-shaped nubbin of her trembling clitoris.
"Mmmmmmm!" Joyce gasped. "This is really a divine pussy," she whispered, breathing hotly against the helpless Phyllis's meek. "Ummmm ... so tight, so hot, so filled with the delicious juices of love."
Phyllis was slowly relaxing. There was pleasure now, definite and distinct pleasure, and she was unable to deny the responses of her own body to the expert caressing of the woman. Her trembling thighs were spread open as far apart as they were able to go in the sitting position on the stool, and she was aware her feet were on the horizontal leg ties of the stool so she would be able to gain some leverage and thrust her cunt even farther forward.
"Admit. it!" Joyce insisted. "It feels good, doesn't it?" A smile split her face. "Can you honestly say you don't like what I'm doing?"
"No, but ...
"No buts!" Joyce loudly insisted, pulling the girl off the stool, making her walk over to the billiard table, making her lie on the table as she slid up beside her while skillfully getting rid of her dress and panties at the same time. "You have such lovely paps," she said to Phyllis. "They're big, but they're firm, and not many women have breasts like yours. When women have them as large as yours they aren't usually as firm, and vice-versa. Those tits of yours are one helluva prime asset, Phyllis. If you're smart, you'll capitalize on them. Men and women alike love big, rounded tits like yours. They like to feel them, they love to squeeze them, they enjoy sucking on them, and if you play straight with me, honey, I'll teach you how to use them to advantage on those two male suckers upstairs. Hell! If you can con Irving and Eli into something, you can con any male into anything. That's the name of the game, Phyllis, making others do what you want. Like right now I'm making you do what I want, because I'm going to taste your breasts."
Yes, Phyllis thought. And in doing so you'll be doing what I want.
A plan was forming in Phyllis's mind. She had been too frightened to think while in the car, but ever since she had been locked in the basement, this plan had been filling her brain, and now she saw her opportunity to have her wishes fulfilled. Yes, she was very possibly going to come out of this a lot better than she had imagined.
Joyce's tender, small lips moved forward and burned against Phyllis's bare flesh. They were like hungry, seeking little animals who had found some new moistly delicious fruit and they were not content with a mere taste, but had to eat their fill. The lips were moistly heated and very knowledgeable, and the flickering, lapping tongue behind them added to the fantastic sensations continually building in the thrilled body of the shuddering Phyllis ...
"Ummmmmmm ... you like what I'm doing to you, don't you, honey," Joyce said. It wasn't a question.
"Y-yes ... yes, I do," Phyllis nodded, groaning. "No one had ever touched my breasts until today, and you suck so much better than that man whose mouth touched me before."
Joyce snorted derisively, a wide grin splitting her face as she said, "When it comes to tit-sucking, what the hell does Irving know? Hell! It takes a woman with big nipples to understand how another woman with nipples feels. As a woman I know all the sweet things to do to make you happy."
Phyllis thought about that and had to agree as the other woman's determined fingers continued manipulating her breasts, crushing them together excitingly, one against the other while her lips and tongue sucked and licked the tingling nipples into thrilling rosy hardness. There was some obvious truth to what Joyce was saying and she had to agree with it, even as her trembling body shuddered in answer to the expert stimulation she was receiving. Was she some thing of a lesbian like Joyce? She had always taken it for granted that when the time came for her to make love it would always be with a man. But now she was discovering it was more than the mere usage of another woman. She was actually enjoying what Joyce was doing to her. Was it possible the stimulation of her clitoris by a woman accounted for her soul-shaking orgasm more than the fondling of her breasts by a man? It became important for Phyllis to learn all about herself.
"You have nice breasts yourself," she said, reaching up and tentatively fingering the nut-brown nipples and areola of Joyce's smaller breasts. "I can see from the way I'm touching them that you enjoy having them handled. Gee, you're really an oversensitive woman, aren't you."
"You're all right, Phyllis," Joyce gasped. "You learn quickly, very quickly. I can see that for the next two days you and I are going to be good friends.
Don't worry, I'll see to it the others treat you nicely, and even if you pretend to be good to them, I'll know you and I are the real friends, right?"
"Oh yes, yes, definitely yes," Phyllis nodded. "If there's one friend I want here, it'll have to be you, Joyce."
"You're a smart girl, Phyllis. We'll be good friends too, wait and see."
"I know," Phyllis nodded staring at the soft, cushiony little pyramids of tantalizing flesh attached to Joyce's chest. She wondered what it would be like to take such nipples in her mouth and suck on them as Joyce had sucked on her own nipples. Well hell, why not find out!
As if moving in a dream, the lovely young woman reached out and rubbed her palm all the more solidly against one of the two big nipples attached to Joyce, letting her fingers squeeze and curl around the tiny globe, crushing until Joyce loudly gasped out her thrilled pleasure.
It was all so wonderful and so strange to Phyllis. For the moment all crafty thoughts were swept aside as she was determined to enjoy this which Joyce was teaching her. Who would have thought working in a bank would have led to an experience like this. She had been in the bank for little more than a year, and it was impossible to believe the time had flown by so swiftly, and yet nothing really noteworthy had taken place ... until today. This seemed to be making it all very worthwhile. When all this was over, she hoped to be a very, very rich girl, herself. Yet there would be no way any blame would fall on her. She had to admit though, she had never expected to find herself totally naked in some strange out-of-the-way place, her arms full of another half naked woman, her mouth slowly moving toward the small bumps that were the woman's throbbing breasts.
Then her hot, hungry tongue was lapping against one of the two sponge-like nodules, tasting a mixture of perspiration, flesh, and yes ... cologne. It never occurred to her that a dyke like Joyce would consider using cologne. She licked dreamily down one slope of breast until she came to the nipple, then lapped at it, tonguing it into life. It swelled rapidly under her sucking lips, and she drew it deeply into her mouth and began suddenly sucking like a babe at a bottle, more from instinct than anything else. The lovely Joyce�for Joyce was indeed lovely�moaned and then drew in her breath very sharply as the sucking Phyllis's mouth tightened on the tender flesh and sucked hard.
Stroking her left hand along the trestle of Phyllis's spine, Joyce allowed it to glide beneath the elastic waistband of Phyllis's recently found panties and stroke at Phyllis's buttocks. Her fingers kneaded and continued exploring the cheeks, touching the fullness where her thighs were joined to her body, and moving around to the front to assist the other hand in assaulting the furry mound of love. Her palm mashed the sleekly moist and soaked vulva while the fingers sank tantalizingly into the swimming depths of the lubricious tunnel, beyond.
"Mmmmmmmmm!" Joyce hummed. "You have an absolutely delectable cunt. Too bad you're a virgin or I'd really be able to let you know how nice one of my fingers would feel inside you. Look at those sparse pussy curls, so thin, yet so silky. I took a good look at you while we were in the car before, and I have to admit I'm envious of that lovely cunt of yours. I have a nice one, but not as nice as yours. Until I realized you were a virgin, I thought I would go crazy, just thinking of all the men who might have stuck their cocks into you."
"Well," Phyllis gasped. "As you can see, I'm a virgin,, so all that worrying was for nothing, though I expect that before you people leave me, you'll be ridding me of that curse."
"Forget about those men for the moment," Joyce said to her. "What matters is, I've got you, now,"
Without quite realizing how she was maneuvered into that position, Phyllis suddenly found herself flat on her back with only her panties still on. Joyce was spread out and lying on top of her, and the throbbing contact of belly and thighs was driving Phyllis insane. She put her arms around Joyce and slipped her hands into the waistband of the jeans and panties and then began tugging them down, off the slender-fleshed buttocks and the slim, almost boyish hips.
When the pants and panties were around her ankles, Joyce kicked free of the tangle and pressed her body closer, molding her firm but rounded belly�slightly rounded�against the equally firm and flat stomach of Phyllis Ragan. The brown forest between Joyce's thighs both shocked and fascinated Phyllis as did the narrow pinkish furrow that showed underneath it. She shut her eyes as Joyce's mouth locked against hers and a heatedly sizzling tongue invaded and conquered her mouth in a wildly searing, sensually stirring soul kiss.
Still holding Phyllis's lips captive, the brown-haired Joyce tore at the panties of the darker-haired girl, dragging the thin rayon down the smooth-skinned white thighs and once more baring the spare muff of dark brown curls and the long, glistening slit of pink they covered. Then she broke the kiss very abruptly and sat back to examine the prize she had looked at once before in the car. Opening the plumply pouting labia with the pressure of her thumbs, Joyce licked her lips, knowing this time there was no need to hurry, and no man to look at her as she performed. Her eyes locked on the rose-petaled glory that was Phyllis's naked pussy.
Since this was the first time for Phyllis, at least willingly, even though she had not lost sight of her objective, some doubts did rush through her mind as to how she was going to achieve it. She realized how absolutely naked and defenseless she was all over again, this after having searched so diligently for clothing.. She felt almost like a sacrificial dove in the hands of the horrible woman with whom she was making love, for even though her body was warming to what Joyce was doing, her mind still despised Joyce, Dianne, and the two men. Her conscience intervened for the first and only time, telling her how wrong all this was. Making love with another woman was evil and completely unnatural. How was it possible for her to be sprawled here on a pool table, shamelessly naked while another woman's hungry mouth and dissolute fingers did all kinds of depraved things to her? But another thought crossed her mind that made her laugh, permanently dispelling her fears. If only her parents were able to see her now. If they were only able to see the daughter they had brought up so puritanically while at the same time having all kinds of sordid affairs of their own. Hah!
The thought made Phyllis a total wanton all over again, and she found herself automatically arching her back upward, surging her seething cunt against that of the woman on top of her as Joyce moved to totally possess her.
The feeling of Joyce's heavily thatched vagina arousingly touching her own sparse hairs caused the trembling Phyllis to gasp, "Ohhhhhhh ... you're so wet ... so hot ... ."
"Yes, darling," the lovely Joyce nodded. "My cunt is all for you, too, all for you," she said, lowering her mouth and tonguing the pink peaks of Phyllis's breasts while at the same time she rubbed her steaming crevice against the young girl's seethingly taut nookie.
Phyllis moaned and gasped, stroking her hands down Joyce's slenderly, narrow back as she asked, "Have you taught many other girls how to make love?"
"Lots and lots and lots of girls, including my own sister," Joyce admitted.
What's more, I've even made love with two or even more girls at one time."
Phyllis was duly astonished, and opening her eyes wide, asked, "Two or more at once? Is it really possible?"
"But of course," Joyce said, smiling. "The whole idea is to be able to make love to as many women as you possibly can and please every one of them," she told Phyllis undulating her pelvis in such a way her seething cuntlips opened wide to engulf and separate as they totally possessed Phyllis's pouting pussy.
"But how can you do this?" Phyllis asked.
"Ah, the more people you can fuck and satisfy at one time, actually the more women you can satisfy at one time, the better you are. Besides, the whole idea is to prove you can satisfy more women than any. man. That really out-psychs them. Hell! All we really need men for is actual reproduction. When it comes to satisfaction, I can outperform any man alive."
"That's something I can't believe," Phyllis gasped.
"You'll believe it when I prove it to you," the beautiful, hard kidnapper said to her victim. "Hell! You're a virgin now, and even if you remained one the rest of your life, you'd know more about sex than the most practiced whore by the time I was finished with you."
There was a heavy sheen of perspiration on the brow of Phyllis Ragan. It also covered her breasts, her belly and her thighs, but at the moment she was barely aware of it. Her lovely body began wriggling and squirming, twisting and writhing as the tender, furry cunt of Joyce revolved suckingly on hers, smearing its heated stickiness all over her tender pubic flesh. Phyllis was able to smell the erotic fragrance of the womanly sap seeping. from between her own thighs and that of Joyce and knew the fluid was soaking her. dark-brown hairs, as well as Joyce's light brown hairs until clusters of tiny, damp ringlets formed instead of the usual fluffy curls.
Joyce's entire body, from her small, pert, swollen breasts to her slender thighs lay lightly on top of Phyllis, but most of the pressure was completely unnoticeable in comparison to the heat coming from the burning, lusting glade that was striving to devour her swollen vaginal lips.
She was aware of Joyce's throbbing clitoris, larger, much larger than the bead between her own thighs, and it was touching her own little clitoris, teasing and jolting it into heated response. The tension in her trembling groin was tightening like a rubber band that had been tautly stretched.
"Unh! Unh! Unh!" Phyllis gasped.
Joyce's hungry tongue plunged deeply into her sucking mouth and effectively Silenced her. Now Joyce's moving hands were rubbing against her full breasts, squeezing, pulling, rubbing and fondling them until the twin mounds felt as if they were wildly aflame, the heat from them radiating to every other part of her trembling, shuddering body.
Another burning fire was madly raging in the depths of her heatedly wet pussy, causing her sexual juices to flow that much more freely. The smell of the pungent secretions excited and aroused Phyllis further, building her to new heights of sensual awareness. The lovely captive arched her back to intensify the pulsating contact of the delightful vulva caresses, feeling her bubbling secretions blend excitingly with those of Joyce as their genitalia seemingly became one in scorching mindless passion.
Her hands ran down Joyce's back, her tantalizing fingers lingering on the woman's slender flanks and digging into the rounded asscheeks, urging the woman to more and more vigorous efforts.
Phyllis felt as if she were headed for another overwhelming orgasm. The frenetic churning sensation just might achieve its purpose. But things didn't quite work out that way. On the contrary, it was Joyce who suddenly stiffened, clutching Phyllis in a viselike grip as she spasmed to a gasping orgasm.
Limp and exhausted but with a definite knot of completely unfulfilled passion lying. like a lump of hot lead in her belly, Phyllis lay back on the pool table and stared at the ceiling, her eyes dull. So this was lesbian love, huh. Well it really wasn't as good as Joyce had made it out to be if this was the kind of lack of satisfaction she was to receive.
"You didn't come yourself, did you," Joyce stated matter-of-factly, leaning back and lying beside Phyllis, her arms behind her head.
"No," Phyllis replied, curious to see how far she was able to control this woman. "I suppose that proves that I'm one of those heterosexual women who just doesn't give a damn about being loved by other women."
Joyce laughed a short, almost harshly mocking laugh, if it was to be called a laugh. "All this proves is that you still have some kind of censor sitting at the rear of your mind telling you all this is wrong. Once you manage to get rid of that hang up and commit yourself completely, being determined to enjoy homosexual pleasure you'll no longer have any trouble."
"I don't know. I just don't dig lesbianism."
"Bushwah!" Joyce snapped. "You haven't really performed any real lesbianism,"
Joyce said, squirming around on the velvety pool table the way a dog might rub its back against a yard full of grass.
"Just what do you. consider real lesbianism?" Phyllis asked, watching as the other woman spread her slender thighs and openly displayed the bearded mound at the base of her barely rounded belly.
"Why cunt lapping, of course."
"What?"
"Simple," Joyce told her. "You have to run your tongue up and down between my slippery cuntlips, pull my rigid clitoris between those lips and sucking on it.
You'll never know whether or not you like it until you actually feel a woman climaxing in your mouth, tasting her hot juices as she comes. Honey, you'll just never really appreciate sex with another female until you've done that."
"Perhaps not," Phyllis said, realizing what this woman was getting at, feeling herself oddly detached from her own being and her inner feelings. The room was warm, making her realize how well-insulated the little house was even without the oil burner working.
"This is a nice, comfy little house'," Phyllis commented.
"Yeah, little is right," Joyce replied. "You should see the house Dianne and I used to live in. Now that was a house. But my folks were always lecturing me about right and wrong, and I wasn't able to stand it after awhile, so the kid sister and I split."
Joyce's legs were still spread, and she was slowly undulating her belly so that the gleaming red gash at its base seemed to dilate and pulsate in madly obscene invitation. Phyllis stared at the dripping slit as if totally mesmerized, watching a glistening drip of rich, translucent fluid slowly rolling down one plump, blood-filled, pouting labius.
Seeing the way Phyllis was staring, Joyce laughed and raised her perfect little bottom from the green baize of the pool table so Phyllis was able to have an unimpeded view of the coralline pink cavern hidden between the inner lips at the lower end of the rich, gelatinous furrow. The fanning motion of the I uplifted knees wafted the heavy scent of a woman-in-heat directly at the staring Phyllis, making her feel physically weak for the moment as she found herself filled with the strangest compulsion.
Phyllis inwardly knew she really didn't have much choice. To back out now would mean to lose the favor of this bull-dyke, and she needed all the friends possible if she was going to not only come out of this alive, but succeed with her own daring plan.
In a seeming trance she appeared unable to break, Phyllis finally nodded and began moving until she had crawled between the tan pillars of Joyce's thighs.
She stared with wide open eyes, in wonderment at the flashing pussy before her, at the almost-white, crinkled outer labia, at the brighter-hued inner lips, and at the wetness seeping from the deep, dark mysterious well that was the woman's vagina. Heavy droplets of oozing liquid clung to the coarse pelvic hairs, and she felt her face flush as she stared at them. She wondered if the liquid drops at which she was staring had come from Joyce's interior, or if they had. rubbed off her own vaginal lips when they were pressing vaginas together? She wondered, where she finally did touch her mouth to that exciting nest of hair, would she be tasting her own sexual secretions or those of another woman?
Finally Phyllis decided it would be a mixture of both, but was at a loss to understand whether the thought repulsed or attracted her. Heavy perspiration had formed all over her body, especially coating her upper lip,. and she licked at it without being aware she had done so as she bent-forward toward the waiting and expectant Joyce.
"No!" Joyce told her. "If you're going to do it, do it right. You don't start at the vagina You start .at my toes. Lick them, suck them, and make me feel good. I love the idea of. someone worshipping my feet."
Phyllis smirked to herself. Let the woman enjoy herself, now. If her own plans came to fruition, she was the one who would have the last laugh.
Her mind was in a self-imposed trance, for she would never have been able to do this, otherwise. She moved, as if she were a manipulated hand puppet, bending her head forward over the strong tan foot extended toward her. Her lips pressed against and touched the sturdy ankle, running down over the inside to the heel and starting back again.
"You forgot to lick my soles, darling," Joyce told her. "Even more important, you didn't, suck my toes and lick between them. I love to feel a tongue licking between my toes. It's all right. Before I came down here I washed there, so you don't have to worry about anything."
Phyllis found the idea of licking between the woman's toes very repulsive. She didn't want to do it, and knew there would be no pleasure in it, but she also knew she had no choice. She was at the helpless mercy of this woman, her sister, and the two men upstairs. All she had to do was displease one of them enough and she might be killed. After all, the four of them were bound to stick together against her�for the present. For the moment let Joyce believe she had achieved total domination over her. For the present she would have to do as ordered. If she was fortunate, and things worked out well for her, her own turn would come, and it wouldn't take too long in coming.
"Ummmmmm ... ahhhhhhhh ... yessssssss ... very good, very good," Joyce said as Phyllis's tongue and lips ran gently along the sole of her foot, and then her tongue pinkly flicked out and slid between her toes.
Joyce moved her other foot, pressing it against Phyllis's shoulder, saying, "Ummmmm ... good! That sends all kinds of tingles through me, honey. But we mustn't linger in any one place for too long. Come on, move your mouth up the inside of my leg, and if you move it far enough you'll find your reward in the heated bog resting soggily between my thighs."
Moving slowly, the darker-haired woman's lips and tongue inched carefully up the soft, smooth skin of the inner thigh, her nostrils filled with the deliciously cloying aroma arising from the woman's steaming pussy. As the sweetly liquescent cove became more and more aroused in seething anticipation of the approaching mouth, the pungent aroma became that much more powerful, and a thin trickle of syrupy liquid oozed down onto that narrow strip of flesh between the vagina and the anus known as the perineum.
The lithe limbs encircled Phyllis's neck and tightened as a signal for her to move on., Obeying without thought, the helpless Phyllis slid her hands slowly underneath the rounded mounds of the other girl's shuddering buttocks, tilting the pelvis and lifting the tantalizing cavity to her hungry mouth.
"Ohbhhhhhhh ... yessssssssssss!" Joyce gasped, sighing out her approval in a voice crackling with licentious desire. "You're a natural-born bi-girl. You lap cunt even better than my sister, and until today she was the best I'd ever known."
The words ran absolutely nothing to Phyllis at that time. Her mouth gently settled on the bloatedly blood-engorged labia hiding beneath the thick, wiry brush of light brown hair. The cuntlips tasted of perspiration, perfume, and just plain feminine musk. The helpless Phyllis's tongue circled and dipped into the well-lubricated folds, darting and searching until she found the oversized clitoris she had been seeking and drew it between her sucking lips.
"Thatta girl, thatta girl, keep sucking and suck hard," the light brown-haired girl commanded, her voice rasping harshly as she tightly imprisoned Phyllis's head by locking her slender ankles at the back of her neck. "Suck it with those lips and whip it with your tongue at the same time."
The helpless woman obediently sucked the stiffened stem of feminine flesh and rolled it I with her tongue and sucking lips, feeling I completely disengaged from what she was actually doing. Perhaps this was what she was really meant to do. This possibly was what she deserved for being the mixed-up, inept individual she was. Perhaps her life might end right here, in this house if she wasn't careful. No! No! She was Phyllis Ragan, and in her own opinion, she was the most important person in the world to the total exclusion of everyone else.
These people were taking advantage of her now and making her suffer, but she would get her revenge, just wait and see.
Joyce was going absolutely insane, rearing up to rub the dripping molten crypt of her womanly sex all over the beautiful face of Phyllis Ragan until she finally exploded with an unbridled passion that had her screeching loudly.
Phyllis found her mouth clogged with heated, sticky fluid. It was gunning down her throat in great globs, and her cheeks wore covered with the musk oil, her eyes burning and her nose twitching at the cloying reek of it. Suddenly she wanted to escape from all this, to getaway. She was suffocating and she was ready to faint. She did her best to raise her head and pull back.
But Joyce's ankles were tightly locked at the back of her neck, and she discovered she was a prisoner between strong thighs that clung to her in arrogant demand.
"Hey now, you just stay where you are and keep licking," the shuddering Joyce gasped, her voice loudly ordering the helpless Phyllis to obey. "I can come more than a dozen times in less than an hour once I really get started, and Phyllis-baby, I have to admit, you have really got me started."
God help me, Phyllis thought, and kept licking.
CHAPTER THREE
Phyllis lay totally helpless on the billiard table, now all alone. Joyce had left some time earlier, and. she had left without satisfying Phyllis in any way. This was another score Phyllis would have to settle with her.
Sometime later, and she had no idea just how much later it was, the door to the up-stairs opened and Irving, or Irv, as his friends called him, came down the stairs with a sandwich and a container of milk.
"There wasn't any food in the house," he told her, surveying her body, enjoying the way it looked nakedly sprawled out. "Eli went out and bought some, and I figured you might be hungry."
"There's some brandy down here," she told him, getting off the table and walking behind the bar and taking out a decanter.
"Y'don't look too happy," he said to her. "You got a bathroom down here?"
"Oh ... uhhhhh ... yes, yes, thank you," she nodded. "I even took a shower before Joyce came down."
"Whassamatter, you feel dirty or something, being with us?" he asked, leaning against the ping-pong table as she ate.
"I just don't feel comfortable with the others," she told him. "Especially after the things Joyce made me do."
"Mmmmmmmyyyyyeeeeeaaaaah! That broad has to be put in her place."
They talked for awhile while she finished eating, and from all Irv told her, Phyllis realized he considered himself the head of this two-bit four-person army. There was no doubt that he controlled the balding Eli, and Eli was making it with Dianne, which, in essence meant Irv had control of everything. It was obvious from the way he was talking that he had once been very wealthy and had a lot of women, and depended on his wealth to get him his women.
"Y'know," he said to her, long after she had finished eating. "You really smell darn good." His hoarse voice was a whisper as he walked over and touched her right shoulder with his forefinger.
"Perhaps I'd better go inside to the bathroom until you've gone," she muttered, as if trying to say, without words, that his presence was affecting her.
"No!" Irv almost shouted, then suddenly regained control of herself, but his shout had raised the hackles on her back, letting her know she was dealing with a man who was at least mildly psychotic She looked into his eyes and saw the brilliant gleam in there and realized this man really wanted her, all right.
Phyllis knew he was going to take her too, but she had to put on a show of resistance to make him believe that at the end of it all it was his masculinity, that had conquered her and not forcefulness.
"Irv," she finally whispered. "Please please don't do this. I mean, I know you touched me in the car, but I still have a modicum of respect for you. Don't let me lose it."
"Hey, hey hey," Irv said to her. "I respect you, too. But honey, I wanna ball with you. What's more, even if you're afraid to admit it, you know it's true that you want me to ball you."
"No!" she shouted, because her one fear had always been defloration. Her mother had once told her that on her wedding night, when her hymen had been perforated, she had been forced to go the the hospital before her hemmoraging had stopped. Phyllis was always haunted by the fear of the same thing happening to her, and now she understood why she had never allowed herself to have an affair. It wasn't indifference, it was fear.
"P-please ... please ... " she gasped, afraid of what was to come. "Leave me alone!"
"Not until I get just what I want, sweetheart," the man said, reaching out to gather the helplessly naked girl in his arms.
His hands went around her slender body, holding tightly to her, his mouth coming down to clamp tightly on hers. She did her best to try and twist away from him, wanting to escape his strong grip, but she found herself very tightly held and unable to move. As Irv tugged her shuddering body closer, her naked loins came into direct contact with his, and the trembling Phyllis was well aware of the stiffly rigid hardness of his erect phallus inside his pants prodding at her, pushing into her soft, flat belly. Fear began to frantically tug .at the helpless woman. His mouth, kissing hers, pressing hard against her lips made it impossible for her to scream, not that screaming would have down her any good. Oh Lord! This monster very certainly intended raping her. She had to find something with which to protect herself.
Remembering what her father had once told her, she suddenly relaxed in the man's arms, allowing her naked body to sag so that he had to reach out to hold her. Irv, thinking he had conquered her a lot more easily than he had expected, released his hold on her body a little and took his mouth from hers, opening it to say, "Well now, mmmmm yyyy eeeee aaaaa hhhhh ... that's more like it; honey, now we'll ... hhhh hhhh aaaa aaaa uuuu uu-u'u w'www w'w'ww aawi ahhh hhhh!"
He bent at the waist, his body crumpling, his hands reaching down and grabbing at his testicles as his face grimaced in painful agony. Phyllis's swift, desperate knee had slammed up into his aching groin, hitting him forcefully, the blow catching him directly in his balls.
"You bitch!" Irv roared. "You goddamn fucking little bitch! You almost castrated me!"
Cringing, moving away from the bent-over man, the frightened Phyllis's eyes widened with terror as she watched him slowly straighten and then unbuckle his belt, dropping his pants. He kicked off his shoes, then pulled off his underpants, and for the first. time in her life the shuddering woman saw an erect male phallus. She tried rolling away from him on the ping pong table as he approached her, but all she did was sprawl all the more off-balance. He was on her in an instant, throwing his weight on top of her and flattening her out on top of the wooden table. Phyllis opened her mouth to scream, but Irv clamped a hand over it, saying, "one scream and you're through, bitch! I'll cut your throat here and now."
"Ummmmphhh!" she gagged, with his hand over her mouth. When he finally removed it, she begged, "N-no ... please don't hurt me ... .I'm a virgin ... " she sobbed, heavy tears already falling from her eyes.
Irv looked at her, his face ruddy with lust-as he smiled and said, "Mmmmm'mmyyyyyyeeeeeeeaaaaaahhhhhh! A virgin, eh. Fine with me. I always wanted to pop a cherry."
"Oh no!"
"Mmmmmmmyyyyy eeeeeaaaaaahhhhh! I'm going to fuck you, baby. I'm going to fuck you good and solid," he told her, levering her white thighs apart and wedging his hips between the smooth white columns of her tapering loins.
At that moment there was the sound of footsteps on the stairs, and the two of them turned their heads in that direction to see Dianne coming down. Walking into the room, she moved to where Irv was still oil top of Phyllis. At the moment she had on a blue stripped tee shirt that matched the green one her sister was wearing, and blue jeans, too.
"You crazy son-of-a-bitch!" Dianne snapped. "What are you doing horsing around with this broad? She can identify us. We ought to kill her."
"if I do, are you gonna fuck for me, Dianne, the way you've been screwing for Eli?"
"Hell, no!" she snapped.
"Well then, just keep your mouth shut," Irv grated. "I'm gonna pop this one's cherry and then I'll fuck her until she can't walk straight."
"Sure! And when we leave here, she'll run next door and call the cops, and before you know it we'll all be thrown in the clink for twenty-five years for bank robbery."
"We'll tie her down so she'll never be able to call the cops," Irv said to her.
"You're a really bloodthirsty bitch, Dianne. You have a choice. You can get the fuck upstairs, or you can hang around and watch the fun."
Phyllis was struggling underneath him, realizing Dianne was one person she would never be able to win over to her side. She half listened to what they were saying as she struggled. Hell! The one thing she didn't want was to risk bleeding to death because the jerk on top of her suddenly had the urge to become a cherry popper.
"You let me up," she hoarsely croaked.
Smack!
Irv's broad, open hand slammed, itself down against the tender side of her face. He looked at her, smiled, then said, "You just shut the fuck up, you dumb twat. Shut up or I swear I'll belt you again. Mmmmm mmmm myyy yyee eeee aaaa aahh hhhh! I oughtta give you the full treatment anyway for that rap in the balls you gave me."
Dianne's laugh was long, loud, and brittle as she .taunted, "You're really a big bad hombre, Irv, slapping a helpless broad around like that. At least I want to put her out of her misery."
"You just stick around Dianne you'll get your turn," Irv told her, sneering.
"Better yet, why don't you just join in the action right now. You can sit on her face and let her lap your pussy while I'm fucking her and squeezing your tits. What the hell! Eli wouldn't mind that."
While all this bantering was going on, Irving's solidly stiff and thick penis was riding back and forth in the pulsating furrow of the terrified Phyllis's narrowly cringing vagina, and as much as she didn't want it, no matter how strongly she inwardly fought against it, because of the buildup Joyce had given her before, her body began responding to the sensations she was feeling as the penis continued rubbing back and forth, back and forth, her body beginning to respond to the continual thrills.
Every nerve-ending was suddenly aroused and responding and her hips began wriggling and writhing, wildly undulating against the throbbing organ as she felt more and more perverselt erotic and sensual thrills inside her. Phyllis realized she was unable to help herself. She was losing all control.
"You know," Dianne said, looking with distaste at Phyllis. "Maybe, just maybe I will join in this funfest." She noted how aroused Phyllis was, and she knew now there would be no stopping Irv. Eli had gone out to have the car checked over so it would be in top shape when the time came for their getaway. From the look on Phyllis's face, even though she didn't realize it, she was ready to take Irv.
Irv smiled and looked down at the trembling form of Phyllis beneath him and sneering said to her, "Yyyyyy�eeeaaaaaahhhhhhhh! You're one hot little bitch, all right. You're all ready for it, aren't you!"
"Oh God! No! No! Don't ... ."
"Oh shut the fuck up!" Irv snapped, widely leering at her as he lifted his hips a little. "You just reach down and put the old pecker inside you, baby."
"No!" she gasped. "Never!"
"You want another smack across that lovely kisser of yours?."
"Oh my God,! No! No! Please don't hit me again!"
"Then you reach down and put my cock in that cute little virgin pussy of yours.
"Cut the bullshit!" he snapped. "Grab my cock in your hand, yank it forward, and shove the head of it between those lips below, right at the bottom of your cunt. I'll do the rest."
Unable to prevent this from happening, realizing she had to obey, she almost uncontrollably obeyed, doing his bidding reluctantly, and yet with the strangest perverse measure of anticipation. Delicately. she reached down and got a good grip on his throbbing shaft. Feeling the way the heavy, mammoth organ pounded and pulsated, knowing dimly as she guided it to her own wildly palpitating vaginal opening, that in doing so she was definitely closing a door on her past. In this instant she would no longer be a virgin, and this terrified her. But she wondered what difference it would really make. The woman, Dianne, wanted to kill her anyway. If she was going to die, better to die this way than by a simple, cold-blooded murder. So many mind-boggling things had taken place in such a short period of time. She felt too confused to sort things out thoroughly. If her plan was to succeed, it would have to do so after this horrible initiation into womanhood.
"Stop stalling there," Irv snapped at her. "Put it in!"
Frightened beyond all measure, she obeyed him. With a shuddering sigh she did as he directed, feeling a strange arousal building in the simmering depths of her trembling body. Her hand moved, carefully directing the blood-bloated penile head, to the opening of her own wetly demanding vaginal pandiculation.
It pressed between her labia, and she shivered, but she managed to go on She worked the throbbing penile head in circles, very gradually introducing the swollen tip into the heatedly wet and viscously, lubricated interior of her narrowly anxious and throbbing feminine vagina, finding it difficult to believe she was actually doing this which was so foreign to her, at last. It terrified her all the more and she took some quick, deep breaths.
Dianne was an interested onlooker. Eli was the only male with whom she had ever had sexual contact, and she was naturally curious to see if other men and women reacted as she and the balding man did during coitus.
Damn! What should she do? If she was going to join in she knew Irv would keep his, mouth shut, and as far as she was concerned the female was more terrified of Irv than she was of herself. Though she would have loved to have slit Phyllis's throat, the smart thing was to indulge in something sexual without being painful, thereby lulling Phyllis into a false sense of security for the time being. Then an idea began forming in the skinny girl's mind, and she turned and hurried up the stairs.
Meanwhile, Phyllis was totally transfixed by what was happening to her. Irv was flexing his flat hips, and with a single vicious thrust, forced his hotly thick length of cock into her, sundering her hymen, plunging deep into the narrow, pulsating coraline moistness of her slaveringly voracious vaginal tunnel. He did it with a single lancing stab, burying the full length of his broad cock into her with a solidly soaring plunge. His mouth was still clamped together as a single, satisfying grunt came from his throat when he felt the smooth head of his ruthless penis flick past the neck of her delicate womb and slam forcefully into the deep recesses of her formerly virginal, vaginal cavern.
"Aaaaaaaayyyyyy yaaaaaiiiiaaaagggg,hhhh aaaannnngggghhhh!" she screamed, feeling the pain of a ruptured membrane as the thick swell of his cock forced its way deeper and deeper into her shuddering body.
Irv lay on top of her, keeping his hard cock buried all the way inside her, letting her interior adjust to the length and breadth of his thickness.
"Okay, doll," Irv said to her, "a virgin you aren't any longer, and believe me, it hasn't changed your appearance one single bit. All the pain is over with.
Your cherry had been popped and your cunt has been stretched, and from now on it'll be easy, and all you'll feel will be the good things. Remember, you put it in yourself, so you can't say I actually forced you into this."
So that was why he had insisted she put it in rather than shoving it into her, himself. Not that she really gave a damn at this point. In spite of what she believed to be insurmountable pain that was finally beginning to fade, she realized nothing bad was happening to her. She had bled a little, but she was aware she wasn't bleeding heavily, and from the way it had trickled she was certain it had stopped by now. This final barrier was finally broken down, and at last she'd be able to get on with her plan.
There was nothing left at the moment but for her to simply surrender herself to the marvelously thrilling sensations beginning to build and race statically through her awakening loins. For the moment she would forget about her plans and allow her body to accept what was happening in the hope that this time she would be able to reach some kind, of fulfillment. What Joyce had made her do had left her high and dry, up in the air so to speak, and even ,though she knew this was morally wrong, Phyllis Ragan was no longer a female concerned with" morals. Her own moral code had come into play and that code was, whatever was right for Phyllis, was right.
She began undulating and churning her hips in small, tiny circles beneath him, realizing she was aware of the last little millimeter of his penile length as it turgidly filled the depths of. her clinging feminine sheath, thrusting itself into her fiery pussy. She was determined to enjoy this. Her mind had totally snapped, and all her values had been completely displaced forever.
Though her brain was more muddled than she might have thought, she sincerely believed she was seeing things clearly for the first time.
She heard Irv's voice grating in her ear as he grunted to her, "Well, cutie, you do want to be fucked now, don't you?" He kept his penis forced all the way inside her, expanding and throbbing it in the depths of her narrow belly, sending out a thrilling signal that foretold of definitely impending ecstasy, thrilling joy, and unequalled rapture ... and this time, orgasm. Her body and mind received everything, and she realized she had become a completely different woman as she finally replied to his lewd question.
"Yes," she told him. "I want to be fucked ... provided you can make me come," she said with abject simplicity.
"Mmmmmmmmyyyyy.yeeeeeeaaaahhhhhhhh!" he told her. "I'm the greatest when it comes to bringing a woman off. But you gave me a hard time, Phyllis. Now you gotta beg for it, see." His voice carried an edge of commanding triumph to it.
Phyllis looked up into his handsomely masculine, rounded face as he lewdly leered down at her, not quite understanding what it was he wanted her to do, since he was already inside her.
"Go on ... do it!" she said to him. "Force that thing of yours deeper into me and do a good job."
Irv smiled, totally unsatisfied with the way she had worded everything. He wanted this bitch to know he was the lord and master in this situation.
"That just isn't good enough, honey," he said to her. "I wanna really hear you beg me to fuck you."
At that moment Dianne came back down the stairs clutching something in her hand. She walked up to the ping pong table and leaned forward, "saying, "Can't you see, honey. He wants you to use all-those wonderful four-letter words," she explained, pantingly, betraying the fact that she had just been running a little. "Like his brother he gets turned on when he hears a straight woman like you using all those four-letter words."
"B-but I've never said anything like that," Phyllis insisted.
"So this is as good a time as any to start using them. Hell, you know the words. Words are words. Use 'em and make him happy."
Irv hovered above Phyllis, waiting. He flexed his fat length of solid cock inside her several times, saying, "How about it, Phyllis? That is your name, isn't it?"
Phyllis knew he was getting a kick out of tormenting her, more of a kick than if she said the words he wanted her to hear. So she decided she would be giving him the lesser satisfaction by saying those words than by allowing him to continue teasing and torturing her. "All right," all right," she gasped. "Fuck me, Irv! Fuck me with your big cock. Stuff it deep into my cunt and fuck and fuck and fuck and never stop fucking. You know how much I need it!" she gasped out, amazed she was able to say the words without stammering or stuttering.
"Where is it you want me to fuck you, honey?" he asked.
"In my cunt, you big, stupid prick. Fuck my cunt with that thick length of hosepipe attached to you," she snapped, loud and clear, her full, churning hips beginning to, buck uncontrollably against his groin.
"Mmmm mmni yyy yyy eee eee aaa aaa hhh hhh!" Irv nodded, and then, withdrawing his phallic lance almost all the way from the tightness of her clinging vaginal scabbard, leaving only the bulb-shaped, swollen head inside her, he slammed his throbbing, pulsating shaft cruelly home, burying it to the very base in the depths of her wetly accepting and swallowing pussy. He pulled back, then rammed forward again, then again, then again, his hairy testicles slapping solidly against her delightfully wanton buttocks as she raised her body repeatedly. He was concerned solely with his own pleasure now as he pounded thrustingly into the tender clutches of her sucking vagina, burying himself without-mercy into her. He was a rutting animal, solely concerned with his own need, wants, and inner desires.
As the rosy cheeked. man continued stroking into her, Phyllis found herself automatically . lifting her body to meet him, countering him, absorbing the full length of him within her. She began sensing a thrill beyond belief at the filling and fulfilling power of his massive penis inside her. She needed it, she wanted it., and she tried matching his thrusts with her own perverted and uncontrolled wildness.
Dianne stood there, watching,. fascinated, realizing she had reacted the same way when Eli had taken her virginity. Now her own libido was pleading for some kind of release as she toyed with the object she held in her hand; a vibrating dildo. She would have been able to use it on herself, of course, and she was very sorely. tempted to do so. But she decided she would much rather join in, possibly making it a threesome as Irv had suggested by straddling Phyllis's face. Joyce already had inducted her into the ways of cunnilingus. It would be something to have the woman suck her cunt while Irv continued fucking her...
Or�and she gloated with this idea�she might try something else, something different. She struggled out of her clothing, tossing everything on the floor, and then she sat on the ping pong table, noting it was strong enough to take the weight of the three of them. Damn! This would be a great idea, and it would teach Irv a lesson as well, in case he got any funny ideas about what he wanted to do with her when Eli wasn't around. Yes, it would teach the money magnate, as she referred to Irv, one hell of a good lesson.
Shifting around on the table until she was directly behind the rosy cheeked, curly haired man, she knelt there, watching his flexing buttocks as he continually drove his throbbing hardness in and out of the sucking depths of what had become Phyllis's greedily demanding cunt. She was able to see the widely stretched, rubber-band like pink lips enlarging and absorbing him, the delightful, glistening length of his hard and pummeling cockshaft continually thrusting rhythmically in and out of the tortured Phyllis's masochistically wanting pussy.
Yes, Dianne decided she would do it. Reaching out, she caressed the full, rounded asscheeks of Irv's moving behind with her own hot and sweaty hands. It was the first time she had touched a male other than Irv's brother.
"Hey, what the hell are you doing?" he growled over his shoulder at her.
"Honey, I'm just going to enhance your orgasm for you," she softly cooed into his ear, and she dragged a finger through the narrow crease separating his buttocks, trying to tantalize his anus. "If you're anything like Eli, and I suspect you are, then you love the idea of a woman's fingers playing with your buttocks, especially now, when. you're fucking. Tell me, Irv, don't you want me to do this?"
"I ... uuunnnhhhh ... dunno!" he gasped, panting. "What the hell d'you have in mint!?"
"I'm going to push a finger or two into your rear-end. This way, when you come, you'll really pop hard!"
"All right, all right," he nodded, "but you just go easy, Dianne. Nice and easy."
"Don't worry, Irv. I promise, you'll love it!"
Still kneeling behind him, the younger sister teased his puckered opening for a moment, then she gently pushed a finger forward, worming it into his asshole.
He stiffened and emitted a prodigious grunt, then as his rectum adjusted to the digital intruder, he continued his regulated, rhythmic, solid pumping into the depths of Phyllis's by-now-anxious cunt.
"Mmmm mmm yyy yyy eee eee aaa aaa hhh hhh!" he exclaimed. "You're right, It does feel good."
"I had a feeling you would really like it, Irv," Dianne laughed.
Carefully then she worked a second finger into his rear hole as he continued pounding his throbbing phallus into the sucking depths of her steaming pussy.
Aloud, she asked, "Want me to shove a third finger into your bumhole?"
Feeling reckless, enjoying the thrills shooting through him, he said, "Sure!
Why not! Go on, Dianne."
It was a strange sensation he had not experienced in a very long time�not since the days when he'd had lots of money and had been able to afford more than one woman at a time,. Yet he had to admit it was a delightful feeling, and it did definitely enhance and heighten the eroticism of his continually fevered fucking, so he began redoubling his strong pounding efforts. His aching member continually slammed into her tender young vagina under him, his throbbing penile head constantly expanding and contracting, foretelling his impending release.
Phyllis was in heaven. She had never known such rapture existed. She was feeling thrills her body had never even hinted existed before, save for that time in the car when Joyce's fingers had made her come. She'd never dreamed anything would be as arousing as this, having a man bring her to the ultimate heights of thrilling sensation. She had to admit she loathed the man doing all this to her, but she loved what he was doing. From now on she intended making use of all men this way. She was certain they would really love doing it to her. This was pure sexual pleasure in its rawest state. She was on the threshold of something new and delightful. It was something she fully intended enjoying again and again.
Dianne had been tempted to shove the dildo in Irv's behind, but at the last moment used her free hand to inject it into her own vagina, turning on the vibrator, leaving it in at full length, letting it shudder and rummage through her body as never before. She gasped and shook and trembled with thrilled delight, and felt her climax coming on immediately.
She wasn't the only one climaxing. Irv was blasting his own semen out, shouting "EEE GGG HHH AAA GGG HHH HHH HHH!"
Phyllis realized the man was spraying endless jets of white, heated fluid into the depths of her belly. She wasn't overly worried about conceiving because she had been told by her mother that her father had worked for nearly ten years before her mother had been able to finally give birth to her.
She moaned and bucked, hurrying the movements of her own body, wanting to climax before Irv softened and pulled out of her. She was on the edge now, and if she didn't come, she'd go crazy and start tearing out her own hair. Her body bounced and bucked and wildly shook, and she threw herself from side to side as well as up and down, and finally her own orgasm was upon her, coming in convulsive spasms, her face lined with the contorted and agonizing sexual tension because of the ensuing release.
Dianne, with the vibrating dildo still jammed up her vagina and her fingers locked in the tightness of Irv's rectal cavity, smiled as she saw the man bringing Phyllis to a roaring climax.
In her own mind, Dianne was determined to have Phyllis dead because she was the only one who might be able to tell the authorities the whereabouts of herself, her sister, and Irv and Eli. She figured the woman might as well have one or two enjoyable sexual flings before becoming part of the earth once more. In her own way, Dianne was almost as amoral as Phyllis. Had she been as sharp-witted as Phyllis, an interesting duel would have developed between the two.
Dianne pulled her three fingers from Irv's anus as he tugged his limp cock from Phyllis's cunt.
"You bitch!" he said to Dianne. "You really went and fixed it so I had one helluva climax,, didn't you. I don't think the old cock will ever get hard again."
"Stop complaining," Dianne told him. "You know damn well you'll be fine in a little while. Maybe I can talk Joyce into putting out for you. That'd stiffen your cock."
"Mmmmmmmm yyyyyy eeeee aaaa aaaa hhhhhh!" Irv admitted as all three of them got dressed.
CHAPTER FOUR
Dianne brought two pillows and a blanket to Phyllis, telling her she was to remain downstairs and sleep on the pool table. She was being saccharinely sweet to Phyllis now, and Phyllis was almost able to read her mind and understand what was going on in Dianne's brain. It was a matter of who would kill whom, first, and somehow or other she had to find a way of gaining the upper hand.
She knew she wouldn't be bothered by Dianne for the rest of the evening, and lit up some more candles she found in the basement, brightening up the room a little more.
When she heard things getting quiet upstairs, Phyllis assumed the others were sleeping for the night. She knew the door leading to the cellar was locked, and she had no intention of making noise trying to escape. Besides, escape didn't fit in with her plans. At the moment Phyllis Ragan was a helpless victim, but if things worked out the way she was planning, the other four would shortly be the victims.
Blowing out the candles, she cuddled upon the pool table, and after awhile drifted off, a knowing smile on her face. She slept dreamlessly and soundlessly, not in the least bit worried any longer. She had already been made love to by two members of the party, and she expected to make it with at least one more member. She knew Dianne didn't like her no matter how sweetly she behaved toward her. Well then Dianne would have to be the first to go, and Dianne's death would be the trigger for getting rid of the others.
She was awakened the next morning by the lights coming on, and she realized either Irv or Eli .had found a way of tapping electricity from a neighboring home. Well, at least she wouldn't have ,to be worried about being in the dark when the candles ran out. There weren't that many left, anyway.
She made good use of the bathroom, including another long, hot shower, during which time she washed Irv's sperm out of her body. When she re-emerged into the large basement barroom, she found the other four downstairs. Joyce had brought her a tray.
"What's up?" she asked, eating.
"We thought we'd have ourselves an all day party," Irv told her. "We've been able to listen to the radio now that Eli got the electricity turned on, and there isn't a clue to where we are. Looks like we're going to get clean away with everything."
"So," Joyce said, "we decided to bring some wine and pretzels and potato chips and hot dogs down here and have ourselves a nice little revolutionary party."
"I'm curious, just what are you revolting against?" Phyllis asked.
"Poverty," Joyce told her. "Our own poverty. All four of us were wealthy at one time, and we don't like the idea of being poor, so we. decided one good holdup, and we would be wealthy again. If we're lucky, the money will last us until Dianne finds herself a rich husband, Eli gets his commune going, and I find myself some-rich lassie who likes being pushed around. Irv has already decided to use his own share to go bankrupt again, but no one can stop him."
"Let's cut the chatter and have the party already," Eli said in his almost-girlish voice. "We figured that since we dragged you away with us, you were entitled to be in on the fun, too," he said to Phyllis. "Okay with you?"
"Sure," she nodded.
"Just don't get any ideas about going upstairs and trying to escape. Then we'd have to tie you up."
"I won't," she assured him.
Escape? That was the farthest thought from Phyllis's mind.
They began drinking, playing music, and the two men danced with Dianne and Phyllis while Joyce stuffed herself with potato chips. Flaying the electricity go on, Eli was able to turn on the boiler too, and heat soon flooded the large basement room. Soon they began to perspire, and Joyce was the first to unashamedly shed her clothing.
"Jesus!" she gasped, pulling off everything, "I'm hot, really hot." She had her clothing off and scattered all over the floor in a hurry. Her small breasts jiggled a little from side to side, standing up firmly as she toed her sweater across the room and let it land on a couch at the other end. Irv walked up to her, looked down at her svelte nakedness, and said, "You know, Joyce, you have one helluva nice body for a bull-dyke."
Phyllis sucked her breath in, expecting a one hell of a violent explosion of rage from the light brown-haired, older sister. But to her surprise, the naked, brown-skinned Joyce only laughed and said, "Eat your heart out, Irv, eat your heart out. This is one body that's completely out of range as far as you're concerned." Then, "No, no, tell you what I'm going to do. I feel like I'm in a very generous mood, so why not come over here and clamp your big, clumsy paws on my breasts. I'll let you touch 'em, and this way you'll be able to boast you're the first male who willingly was allowed to touch my tits. Come on, Irv, get those clumsy paws over here."
With a wide grin splitting his half-drunk face, Irv reached out and surrounded Joyce's small, pert breasts with his two hands, lifting them slightly as if weighing them, feeling the softness of her tan flesh. The brown nipples protruded outward, and suddenly, without warning, Irv bent his head and began sucking one of her nipples into his hungry mouth, comically smacking his lips as he did so.
"Hey now, you stop that!" Joyce snapped, hut it was obvious to Phyllis, Joyce was only pretending to be outraged at what was happening. "Jesus!" Joyce told him. "That slobbering mouth of yours is even clumsier than those hands. Hell, that mouth has all the subtlety of a plumber's plunger."
Turning around, Joyce reached out and grabbed her sister by the hand, pulling her close "Here," she said to the slenderer Dianne. "Show this big, bad man the right way to suck tits."
Dianne had enjoyed more than a little of the brandy she had found behind the bar, and as a result smiled delightedly and began gently sucking on her sister's nipples, moving her h mouth from one softly protruding bud to the other, sucking loudly to let the others know what she was doing.
"Ummmmmmm!" Joyce gasped, obviously very pleased with the way her sister was mouthing her breasts. She placed one hand on the back of Dianne's head and held her small breast up with the other hand, and shoved the entire mammary into her sister's crammed mouth, saying aloud, "No man on earth can match a woman when it comes to sucking nipples."
"Oh I don't know about that," Dianne said, looking up. "I'll admit that Eli's a little crude when it comes to sucking breasts, but he sucks my pussy just about as well as I lap yours, and from what he tells me, his brother is supposed to be a regular artist when it comes to cuntlapping."
"Traitor!" Joyce snapped at Dianne. "From now on I'll let you suck my cunt, but just see if I ever go down on you again."
Phyllis noted there was some uncharacteristically good humor in the way Joyce was talking�as if she really didn't mean a word of what she was saying. The girl with the long, light-brown hair tilted the brandy bottle to her lips and took three hefty swallows, and Phyllis's eyes narrowed as she realized where all the good humor was coming from. Joyce was already half-drunk. Abruptly Phyllis jumped when Irv turned to her and asked, "Tell us, Phyl, who treats your pussy better, me or Joyce?"
"Now wait a minute," Phyllis said to them. "Don't get me involved in any of this. I mean, I'm only an interested onlooker."
She was already nervously looking back and forth between Irv and Joyce, the only two present who had had anything to do with her vagina.
"Go on," Joyce told her. "I'm not afraid of the truth. After all, in the car I was the first one to make you come. You come on ahead and tell us which one of us you really like best�handling your pussy, that is."
"Come on now," Phyllis said to them, feeling a little of the mirth the others were enjoying. "It's really so different it wouldn't he fair to make any kind of a comparison. I mean Joyce, you have a much lighter, more delicate touch to be sure, but there's something about the way Irv fucks that gets a woman so hot and bothered he can drive her right up the wall."
"Yes, but can he eat pussy as well as my sister or myself?"
"I don't know," Phyllis acknowledged. "If you remember, I did all the pussy eating yesterday. No one ate my pussy."
"Well, let me tell all of you right now, when it comes to cuntlapping, I think you have it all over Irv. I mean, I don't think that curly headed freak can even begin to compare with you, and you eat pussy even better than Dianne."
"Why don't you have a contest," Dianne suggested. "A nice, cuntlapping contest, with Irv matched against Phyllis."
"So, acting the greedy bitch, huh little sister," Joyce said with a short, derisive laugh. "You're just trying to get someone to eat that little pussy of yours."
"Oh no I'm not," Dianne said smugly, still content with what the vibrating dildo had done the night before. "You're the one who claims to be the connoisseur of pussy lapping, so you're the one who's going to supply the pussy, and you're the one who'll give us an ultimate opinion as to who eats best, Phyllis or Irv."
"Oh no you don't," Joyce snapped. "I have absolutely no intention of allowing that male chauvinist pig anywhere near my tender little pussy. He's too quick with that cock of his."
"Joyce, you're just a bullshitting bigmouth after all," Irv snapped somewhat disdainfully. "It so happens no one in the world sucks a cunt better than I do.
Even my brother will admit that."
"That's because you do it with such verve and gusto," Eli said.
"That's a damn lie," Joyce insisted, tilting the bottle back again and taking another healthy swig of the brandy, letting a good portion of it run down her neck and onto her left breast. She tilted her head back one more time and finished the bottle, after which she theatrically tossed it into the far corner of the den where the thick glass bounced around without actually breaking on the tiled floor. "All right, all right, I'll do it, but I want Phyllis to go first. You'll get your chance, Irv, but first Phyllis, because I want to have me some nice memories to help me get through your oral clumsiness."
Joyce walked around the room for a moment, then weaved her way back to the bar, but instead of going behind it, she hoisted her naked buttocks on top of it, sitting there, stark naked, with her thighs spread wide apart. She bared her brown furred pussy to all the others in the room, then motioned Irv and Phyllis to come closer.
This suited Phyllis perfectly. They were beginning to let her join in their fun and games, and soon they would be taking her into their confidence, thrusting her. She needed their trust, well she needed the trust of three of them if the fourth one, Dianne, was to be dealt with.
"Okay," Joyce was saying to the others. "Now I want you all to watch the way this pretty little woman does it, you especially, Irv. Maybe you'll get some ideas concerning technique, and I won't be bored when your turn comes. Come on, Phyl, do your thing."
Laughingly, Phyllis walked over to the bar and squatted down just low enough, reaching between Joyce's thighs and brushing the light brown pubic curls with her grasping fingers. Deep down inside, she was as lewdly excited about performing as Irv. She was happy to have this opportunity to win the "friendship" of most of the quartet, and she stared straight ahead, looking at the rich pinkness of Joyce's slaveringly wet pussylips. The moistly pink pussy flesh was glittering and gleaming from behind the heavy screen of Joyce's pubic hair. Not wanting to waste any time, the lovely, dark-haired woman leaned forward and pushed her head carefully between the drunken lesbian's widely spread thighs, kissing the pillarly loins on both sides.
Taking a deep breath, Phyllis reached out with her tiny pink tongue, stabbing it into the woman's lewdly offered vagina, working up and down in the musky, tasty slickness.
"Aaaa aahhhhhhaaa annnnhhhhhhhh!" Joyce gasped out loud, her hands gripping the edge of the top of the bar to keep her from tumbling backward.
Phyllis licked and tasted. It was the same as it had been the previous evening.
The musky flavor of Joyce's cunt was tremendously arousing, making her own vagina become wetter and wetter, soaking the panties she was wearing under the dress she had found.
Phyllis pressed her face even working her tongue harder and harder, her dark head twisting slowly back and forth in the deepest part of Joyce's thighs as her tongue slushed up and down. The brown-haired lesbian was obviously thrilled and filled with delight, clearly enjoying what her newest "friend" was doing to her cunt. Her light-brown head was arched way back, her fingertips gripping the edge of the bar-top to help her keep her balance, and Dianne was there, massaging her nipples, building sensation higher and higher in her teeming breasts, pinching the dark-brown nipples.
"Ummmmmmmmmm ... mmmmmmmm ... yummmmmmmmmmmmm ... honeeeeeyyyyyyyy ... " Joyce crooned, "you get better with time. Come on and stick that tongue of yours all the way into my seething crack ...
The heavy aroma of a woman's seething genitals began to delightfully permeate the entire basement room, competing with the harsh smell of alcohol. Eli was busy swigging from a domestic champagne bottle he had found behind the bar, but he wasn't too busy to watch what was happening on top of the bar. He pulled Dianne away from the other two, and. he began caressing her breasts under her striped tee shirt, feeling her again and again as he began getting very hot.
Irv, in the meanwhile, leaning close and watching the way Phyllis's mouth was working in Joyce's pussy, was pressing his cherubic frame to hers, letting her buttocks and back feel the length of the cock that had fucked her the night before. He had to admit, the woman knew how to lap a pussy, all right.
With her mouth planted right up against Joyce's simmering cuntlips, the shuddering Phyllis reached down and grabbed Irv's hands and tugged him down so that he was squatting, too. Then she had him slide his hands inside her open dress, fondling her full breasts, and Irv began pulling on and pinching her nipples, bringing them vibrantly to life.
Joyce was now clearly on the edge of an orgasm. She had slammed her heels against the bottom of the bar, making a slow, softly whimpering sound of continuous wailing. It bubbled up from between her lips as Phyllis continued slurping and lapping between her thighs. Joyce, with her hands still gripping the edge of the bar, was humping her cunt forward with such fierceness, her pelvic bone was continually battering Phyllis's nose, and the latter was afraid she would have a nosebleed at any moment. Joyce's spasmodic jerkings drew Irv's attention, and with a wicked gleam in his eye, he tightened his grip on Phyllis's breasts and literally pulled her away from Joyce before the latter was able to peak.
"No you don't," he said to Phyllis, squeezing her breasts and keeping her back, preventing her face from returning to Joyce's pussy. The pinkly blistering wet flesh between Joyce's thighs was puckering and sucking, trying to call to Phyllis to return, but Irv had no intention, of letting her return.
"Damn you!" Joyce screeched at the man. "Why in the hell d-id you stop her? I was all set to pop off."
"Sure thing," Irv said to her sarcastically. "Mmmm mmyyyyeeeeaahhhhhh! You'd come with Phyllis sucking your cunt, and then you'd lie back when I went to work on you all satisfied, claiming I wasn't able to turn you on in any way at all. Hell, I'm a lot smarter'n you give me credit for, Joyce. I'm too smart to fall for nonsense like that. The time has come for old Irv to get his licks in, especially while you're still hot, lady."
Joyce's look of anger turned to a look of delight as she said, "So, you're afraid you won't put on much of a show, huh, Irv? Okay, I'll let you have sour chance to get me off, assuming I can stand those skinny lips of yours. But let me sit on the sofa and lean back and just enjoy watching you try."
She got off the bar and padded across the room to the sofa, then sat on it, parting her thighs, and bringing her heels up to press against her asscheeks, her fingers pointing down at the saliva-wet hairy mass between her slender thighs. "Let's just get on with it, big mouth. Here's your fur burger. Enjoy!"
With a deep grunt of satisfaction, Irv fell to his knees poking his head between Joyce's sodden thighs. The fact that Phyllis's saliva was all over Joyce didn't bother him a bit. He appeared to be very hot too, because he took off his own shirt, and there was a sheen of perspiration all over his tanned skin.
Phyllis stood nearby, watching his curly black head work deeper between Joyce's thighs until his mouth was only a couple of inches from her wetly gaping pussy.
"Come on, come on," Joyce taunted. "Afraid it'll bite you?"
Then, as Phyllis watched, she saw Irving's long, pink tongue thrust itself out from between his skinny lips, and she thought it looked to be almost as long as a dog's tongue, and wished he had used a tongue like that inside her own cunt.
After having lapped Joyce twice, Phyllis wondered how it would feel to have her own pussy lapped. Well, before this was all over; she would find out. She watched the curly headed man ram his long, slender tongue right into Joyce's wetly slavering slit, and it immediately began slithering up and down the full length of the pink channel.
"Ohhhhhhh ... uuuuuuuunnnnh-hhh yyyyeeeeaaaahhhhhhhh ... " Joyce gasped, panting, her legs rising to lock around Irv's shuddering upper back so that the whole plane of her seething pussy was spread widely in front of his hungrily slavering mouth. A look of stunned, wild pleasure remained plastered on the lesbian's lovely face, and there was no doubt in Phyllis's mind she was intensely enjoying the way Irv's tongue was working into her.
Joyce's rising sexual temperature was swiftly having its effect on all the others in the room. Eli was stripping down and he was undressing Dianne. He took her to the pool table, stretched her out there, and without a word plunged his throbbing cock into her seething body so that she was bucking and -bouncing uncontrollably, moving her body in time to the way her sister's lower half was moving as Irv's tongue continued plummeting in and out of the soggy hole. He sucked and slurped and licked, the sounds rhythmically blending with the "slup-slup" of Eli's hard cock pounding in and out of Dianne's cunt.
This would have been Phyllis's chance. She should have run. She would have gotten out of the house before any of them were aware she was gone, but she was playing for much bigger stakes. Phyllis Ragan was playing for everything ... everything, and she intended having everything. No one and nothing was going to get in her way. This was a game of winner-take-all, and Phyllis intended becoming a winner ... a big winner.
"Unh ... aaaannnnhhhh ... oooonnnnhhhh ... ohhhhhhhhhhhhh ... you son of a bitch!" she gasped. "You do have a big, beautiful tongue after all," she cried, snorting and breathing heavily through her nostrils. "You're ... uuuuuunnnnhhhh going to do it! You're going to make me come! I never ... uuuunnnnhhhh ... going to do it! Your going to make me come! I never�uuuunnnnhhhh ... thought a man would do it aaaannnnhhhhhhhh ... but you're getting me therrrrrre ... " she gasped out loud.
Irv had wrapped his arms around Joyce's sturdy, tanned thighs, his hands cupping her rounded asscheeks, and he had picked up her lush buttocks, squeezing them in his fingers, lifting her from the sofa seat and pulling her forward so that his mouth was directly over her pussy and his tongue was shooting straight down into the throbbing gap. His oral organ was now dancing maddeningly in her pussy slit, stabbing in, licking out, slurping around and around, flicking hard across her passion-swollen slash, touching her tender clitoris, driving the naked lesbian mad with thrilling lust. Once again she was building toward a fantastic orgasm, and just as she was all set to come, Irv once again interrupted her orgasm, pulling his face back, his cheeks sodden with her freely gushing juices.
"Oh my God ... no ... no ... no ... " she screamed. "Get your mouth back there you son of a bitch bastard. I'm so close ... so close, I want to come ... and now ..."
Irv was pretending to be surprised. "Are you trying to tell me that a poor, dumb, exploitive male chauvinist pig like myself is actually able to make a liberated dyke like your lovely self hit the top of the rainbow?" he asked, innocently.
"All right, all right you torturing son of a bitch!" the lesbian shouted. "You can have it your way. You're a damn champ when it comes to eating pussy ... I admit it. Now for God's sake don't leave me this way. Make me come!"
Irv grinned a very wide grin, then winked at Phyllis and said, "Mmmmmmmyyy eeeaaahhhhhh! I'll make you pop off, all right, but not the way you expect."
"Huh? What are you talking about?" Joyce asked, her mind a confused jumble at the moment. But when she looked up, Irv was standing over her, removing his pants. He leered down at her as he dropped his pants and undershorts, kicking them off along with his shoes, letting Phyllis see how huge and mottled his red-knobbed penis had become. It looked even bigger than when he had pumped it into her the previous evening. It jutted menacingly from the fuzzy black curls of his pubic hair.
"Hey now, none of that, none of that," Joyce gasped, her eyes wide with horror as she stared at the thick, meaty length of hose coming closer and closer to her wildly aroused vagina as the man slowly began moving forward.
"All of this, baby," Irv told her, smiling and gloating at the same time. "If you wanna come you'll have to settle for my cock fitting itself into that tight hole of yours without any threats of castration, 'cause I ain't gonna let Phyllis or-anyone else touch you until you agree."
Joyce continued repeating her frantic denials, but her smooth, tanned, slender thighs remained wide apart, baring her dripping pussy as fry, his cock sticking out in front of him, drew nearer and nearer to her.
She seemed frozen, totally paralyzed, the simmering lust in her licentiously heated body now at war with the hatred she felt for the male animal. She was still saying no when Irv knelt between those luscious thighs and began working the blood-bloated tip of his massive penis into her vagina. He took a deep breath, cocked his hips, and shoved. Phyllis stared, her lower jaw hanging open in awe as the thick tan shaft, blending into the tan background of Joyce's thighs, began very, very slowly pushing its way into her, disappearing into the throbbingly cringing depths of her fleshily seething pussy.
"Ummmm mmmm ... hhh aaa nnn hhh mmmmmmyyyeee aaahhh ... fucking tight ... " Irv gasped. "Jesus! Probably ain't really been widely opened in all the years it's been in existence." With a final, almost contemptuous flick of his hips, he solidly drove the rest of his big cock all the way to the hilt in Joyce's narrow vagina, his heavy weight slamming her all the way back on the sofa.
"Aaaaayyyy aaaannnn gggghhhh!" Joyce screamed, writhing as if to make him think he was hurting her, but Phyllis watched the movement very carefully, and she knew, tight as Joyce probably was in there, she wanted that cock. Her movements were the squirmings of a lustfully aroused woman, and not a woman in pain. Her slender legs were tightly wrapping themselves greedily around Irv's burly body, pulling him closer and closer to her shamelessly spread loins. "All right ... " she gasped. "Come on, you mother-fucking bastard!" she chanted. "You finally pushed your cock into my hole ... now let's see just what the hell you can do with that fucking rod of yours."
"Mmmmmyyyy eeeeaaa hhhhh! You got-it, baby," he said to her, and bracing himself on the tips of his toes as he squatted before her, he began pumping forward, fucking his cock wildly into the tightly sucking depths of the lesbian's body. Their grunts and moans, mixed with the slapping sound of his balls against her buttocks, mingled with the grunts and groans of Eli and Dianne on the pool table. They moved in tandem with the other couple, and Phyllis's head moved from one to the other, watching them fuck. It was a sight to behold. The two brothers fucking the two sisters, and this time Joyce was gratefully accepting the full length of Irv's cock in the depths of her pussy, but both of them knew this would be a one-time thing. Even if Joyce turned from homo to bi, she and Irving would not normally be together long enough for them to enjoy one another. Besides, if Phyllis had her way, not one of the four people fucking in that room was going to survive.
Her mind was still working, and she knew this was the most receptive the quartet had been to her since they had kidnapped her.
"Let's sixty-nine," Eli was gasping to the panting Dianne. "Come on, honey. I want to lap your pussy and have you suck my cock."
"Uuuu nnn hhh ... no ... no ... " Dianne gasped. "That's one thing you know I'll never, never do. I think the ... uuuunnnhhh very idea is ... oooooohhh ... disgusting."
At that moment, Joyce came. It was a long, rousing climax, and the lovely lesbian threw her head back and howled, "AAAYYY YYYAAAIII YYYAAANNNGGG HHHUUUNNN GGGHHHHHH!-" and she slammed her vagina against Irv's body, letting her heavy vaginal juices splash out all over his groin. Irv fucked harder and harder, his cock more stiff than ever before, and yet he was a bit away from climaxing.
"Take it out! Take it out!" Joyce begged. "I'm oversensitive at the moment ...
I can't stand it ... I can't stand it ... please ... "
Pulling his cock out of Joyce's seething pussy, he turned and looked at Phyllis. Phyllis immediately understood what he wanted, and she hurriedly removed her clothing, leaving everything on the floor. Irv rushed to her and wrapped his arms around her, kissing her solidly on the mouth, his tongue snaking agilely into her wide-open mouth. The sharp, full tips of Phyllis's widely spaced breasts were jutting firmly against his chest, and the protruding mound of her vagina was rubbing directly against his hotly seething penis.
Phyllis realized she wanted to be fucked this time. She no longer had any qualms or reservations about it. Besides, as he continued fucking Dianne, Eli was looking at her naked body from the corner of his eye.
Wasting no time, Phyllis reached down and grasped the man's throbbing cock, fondling the stiff organ again and again with her squeezing fingers, "Tell me you want it ... " Irv gasped, intent on proving he was always the master when it came to a sexual relationship.
"Yes ... yes ... yes ... " she gasped. "I want it ... I really want it ... yes ... fuck me ... fuck mffffff ... "
Her words were interrupted as he became more and more wildly excited, flinging his solidly chubby body down on top of her warm nakedness and squirming between her widely outstretched legs while plunging his tongue into her mouth, his massively erect penis already stiff and ready for some definite action. The eagerly willing Phyllis responded with all the licentious energy in her voluptuously youthful body, hurling and thrusting her pelvis wantonly at the man, reaching down with her two hands and using her fingers to spread apart the palpitating lips of her hair-lined pussy. Her ripely firm breasts cushioned the man's almost hairless chest, and Phyllis jackknifed her knees as high as she was able, opening her wetly waiting pussy even wider as she used one of her hands to guide his eagerly erected penis into the soft moistness of her fiery, hungry pussy.
His foray inside Joyce's hot pussy told the man even though he had controlled himself with Joyce, he would not be able to control himself with Phyllis. There was a feeling of despair in Irv knowing he was not going to be able to sustain this wildly exciting pace much longer. He jerked his throbbing cock spastically in and out of her seething pussy, feeling the softly clasping inner walls nurse on his throbbing organ as he became aware of his heatedly churning sperm beginning to gather deep inside his over-stimulated body. Semen was readying itself to rush through the narrow urethral tube of his frantically jerking penis as it embedded itself deeper and deeper into the welcoming depths of this thrillingly delightful woman's body. No sooner had the thought entered his mind than it began to happen. Inexorably the heatedly sticky sperm began shooting from his balls, and his madly pumping cock spurted more and more of it into Phyllis's cunt as he bellowed, "EEEEEE AAAAAA HHHAAARRR GGG HHH UUUNNNGGGHHH AAA UUU GGG HHH!" and fired again and again into her. His mouth clamped hers in a death grip, and he absorbed Phyllis's scream as she, too, peaked. Her body jerked and twitched and shuddered as she came.
Finally he withdrew his cock from her body, and once again it was limply deflated. There was something about this woman that seemed to drain his balls.
In spite of what Dianne wanted, Irv had no intention of killing Phyllis: Of the five people in that room, he had the strongest sense of morality, at least when it came to human life. Not appreciating the idea of anyone trying to kill him, Irv was determined not to take any other human life unless in self-defense.
On the pool table, Eli was continually pounding into Dianne, but he, too, was looking at Phyllis, at her seemingly innocent, girlish face, and he envisioned that baby face with its lips wrapped around his penis. Before he left this house, he would see to it such a happening was accomplished.
Dianne followed Eli's gaze, and even as she silently came she realized Phyllis was a far more dangerous threat to them than the police. She had to make certain Phyllis was removed, because Dianne already knew this, innocent-looking woman was a threat to the existence of all of them. However, before she would be able to convince the others of the danger of this woman, she would have to make the woman admit what was on her mind, and the only way to do that would be to beat it out of her. Dianne was looking forward to doing just that. The mere thought made her mind swim with delight as Eli fired into her.
CHAPTER FIVE
Later that same day, while her sister and the two men were upstairs, sleeping off the orgy they had enjoyed, Dianne came down to the basement. There was a look of pure hatred on her thin, drawn face as she said, "You think you're going to get out of this alive, don't you. Well I have news for you. No matter what the others decide, I've decided for my own peace of mind you have to die.
Don't give me that innocent, little-girl look, because it doesn't faze me, not even a little. I've known women like you all my life, and one of the reasons I'm like this is to try and get away from them."
Phyllis, who had been sitting on the sofa, looking at the small black and white TV set that was in the corner of the basement, said, "I don't know what you're talking about. I didn't come along because I wanted to. I was forced. You know it. You saw it. Why, you'd be like this to anyone who had been brought along."
"Oh no!" Dianne told her. "That isn't true, you see. I don't distrust anyone else the way I distrust you. The minute I walked into that bank I had you spotted for a bitch. If it had been up to me, you're the one person I would have left behind. I'd rather have kidnapped all the others and risked having them see me than you. I know you, Phyllis. You're just like my mother, a conniver. I ran away from home because of my mother, and what's more I hated her. She was so sweet, so innocent, so good, and yet she was cheating on my father and stealing from him. If mother knew bow I felt about her she would have killed me. If you get the chance I know you'd kill me. I've seen your type before."
"You're sick," Phyllis insisted. "You're really sick. I can't remember meeting anyone like you, before."
"That's because I'm probably the only person able to see right through you. Get those clothes off!"
Phyllis felt afraid and vulnerable. This one woman was very very dangerous, and she would have to watch her step. She, herself, must never take any direct action against her.
"All right, Dianne," she nodded. "If you want me to undress again, I'll do it."
"You're lucky, do you know that," Dianne told her. "If I was able to get my hands on some cement, I'd paste up that crack of yours so no one would ever be able to fuck it again. I saw the way Eli looked at you, I'll cut your cunt all the way up to your navel."
"I didn't do anything to merit this," Phyllis insisted, removing her clothing.
"Turn around and cross your wrists behind you," Dianne insisted.
"Now, to make certain you don't scream," Dianne said, "I found this upstairs in the bathroom, and it'll make an effective gag."
She produced a sanitary napkin still in its sterile bag, then removed it from the bag, and when Phyllis opened her mouth to try and shriek, she crammed it into the darker haired woman's mouth and used Phyllis's newly found brassiere to tie it in place. Then she took off her belt and proceeded to hit Phyllis with it, lashing her about the breasts and belly, and when she kicked her legs, Dianne managed to hit her between her thighs, the leather snapping against her clitoris, causing untold agony. Red welts appeared on her buttocks and back, and the perspiration dripping into the slightly open wounds hurt her even more.
When Dianne stopped whipping Phyllis, it was because her arms were tired.
"Fine!" she said, panting. "Now you can hang there until whoever brings your supper down unties you."
Phyllis was in screaming pain, and she swore she would revenge herself on Dianne if it was the last thing she did. She hung there, slowly twirling left, then right, dangling with the dress tied, under her arms, cutting into her armpits, and the sanitary napkin jammed so far into her mouth it was almost strangling her. This was the last indignity Dianne would make her suffer. Soon it would be her turn.
CHAPTER SIX
It was Eli who brought her supper down to her, and when he saw her hanging there, he knew who had done it to her. Just looking at her, hanging like a side of beef, made her look seductive to him, and he ached to just jam his cock into her. Instead, he let her down and untied her, taking the gag from her mouth.
"Thank you," she croaked, and he brought her a glass of water from the bathroom. She drank it, noticing the way Eli was looking at her the whole time.
It was time to get her plan going. She flaunted her body at him as she got to her feet and walked over to the ping pong table where he had put her tray .of food down.
"Y'know," Eli said to her. "You're really something. If it wasn't for Dianne, I'd be throwing out propositions right an& left."
"Oh?" Phyllis asked. "You mean you belong to her?"
"Well, no, not exactly. We sorta have an agreement for the next few days."
"Then what?"
"Then we go our separate ways."
"Well, wouldn't you like a woman who I would stay with you for as long as you want?"
"Yeah," he nodded, "but there ain't no such women."
"I might," she told him.. "I think you're a very sexy man."
"Aw, come on, you're just saying that in the hope I'll turn you free, aren't you?"
"From the moment I saw you I knew there was something special about you," she whispered. She wiggled her body in front of him, and her beautifully rounded breasts jiggled from side to side, quivering from her movements, and her berrylike nipples began to harden and swell under Eli's hungering gaze. She did a little turn in front of him, holding her arms up over her head so the balding man was able to get a complete view of her tautly stretched breasts.
Eli wanted her, he wanted her very much. Seeing his brother luck her had driven him wild with desire, since he felt anything Irv possessed, he ought to have, as well.
"I want you," Eli admitted. "I'm telling you right now, I want you." He started to step forward to gather her in his arms, but she stepped away and did a pirouette, letting him see all the red welts and bleeding little marks on her body.
"I like you, too," she told him, still standing out of reach. "But you see what Dianne did to me. I'm afraid if I do let you make love to me, and she catches us, she'll hurt me some more."
"She ain't gonna hurt you again," Eli promised "I'll see to that."
"But she behaves as if she owns you," Phyllis murmured.
"She don't own me. I own her. Dianne is cock-crazy, and I know if I stayed outta her sight, for any length of time she'd go crazy for a cock and maybe chase after my brother."
"I suppose I shouldn't tell you this," Phyllis said to him, "but she did help form a threesome with me and your brother, a little earlier."
"Yeah?" Eli asked. "What'd she do?"
"Well," Phyllis continued, running her fingers into her pelvis and then back up to her belly again. "It might be a good idea if I didn't say anything more. I don't want to get anyone into trouble."
Phyllis had him and she knew it. Eli was a weak-willed man, and she would be able to bend him to her purpose. She began moving her hips in eager little circles as her thumbs drew lines along her hips, her fingers slowly trailing across the very, very sensitive area of her now-wildly excited pubis.
Teasingly, she thrust per pelvis out at him, letting him see the dark-brown curls and the pink slit underneath. Her vaginal hair was already wet with her running juices, and so was matted to her thighs. Her fingers dug into her groin, and she pulled her pussylips apart, saying; "She whipped me here, too.
It hurts, Eli. It needs some soft caressing to soothe the pain."
"Yeah, sure, I know just what you mean," Eli nodded.
Phyllis pretended to look confused, but inwardly she was smiling as she raised her hands and cupped her breasts. The pink welts on her flesh made her look even more arousing to Eli.
"I want you," Eli said, standing against the ping pong table. "I want you here and now."
"Yes, I understand," she said in her little girl voice, swaying seductively and walking up to him, reaching out and fumbling with his belt. It took her a moment to complete the task because Eli was wearing a heavy belt, but she finally loosened it, then reached inside, her hand searching for the warm hardness of his throbbing penis. Her slender, delicate fingers lovingly wrapped themselves around the thick shaft of the cock and squeezed. A low, soft groan came from Eli's gasping lips, and he began involuntarily thrusting his own hips forward, goaded by the intense feelings that were beginning to course through his inflamed inner nerves. He felt as if his wildly pulsating penis was going to explode at any moment as the anxious Phyllis worked his phallus out through the zippered opening in his pants. As soon as his throbbing cock was standing out thickly stiff and pulsating in front of him, she slowly slid the palms of her hands along the solidly hard shaft until she was able to feel the swollen, bulb-shaped tip with her fingers.
Eli was totally under her spell and groaned again, starting to tear at his clothing. In a few P seconds he was standing naked before her. Like his brother he had a slight pot belly, but it did nothing to hide his stolid penis. His eagerly pulsating penis was jerking upward, seemingly swelling a little more with each heartbeat. Unable to stand still any longer, he reached out and grabbed her, crushing her voluptuous young body to him. When he pressed his mouth tightly against her oral cave, she immediately and instantly thrust her tongue deep into his mouth in a wordless gesture of mounting passion.
"Listen to me,", he panted, kissing her mouth. "Dianne is straight. She doesn't go for fancy fucking. How about you?"
"I'll do anything you want me to," Phyllis told him.
"W-would you be willing to suck my cock?" he asked. "God! I'd he willing to do anything to have you suck my cock."
She nodded her head gently in agreement, thinking how revolting the idea was, yet knowing this was the only way to win Eli over to her. He had to be taken away from Dianne completely. This would do the trick. Phyllis was well aware this was a moment she ought to have dreaded, but as she thought on it, she realized sucking the man's cock was really such a small thing to do, even if the idea repulsed her. If this was all that was needed to make him do as she wished, then she definitely intended doing it. He seemed to be as competent a lover as Irv, his brother, and if so, there would be no problem in her reaching some satisfactory peak of her own. Suck his cock? Why the hell not! She would do anything to make certain Dianne was out of her hair once and for all. Yes, she would do it for him. She wanted to do it for him, because this was the first step on the road to riches.
The two moved to the sofa and nakedly fell on it, side by side.. Eli lay with his bare leg thrown over the white-fleshed Phyllis, his chin nestling against her shoulder as their breathing intermingled. Their closeness excited the flesh-hungering man even more.
Phyllis felt the burning heat from his massively throbbing penis as it lay across her bare thigh, feeling the way it throbbed in unison with the labored way the two of them were breathing.
"Are you ready for me to suck your cock?" Phyllis asked, her voice whispering in his ear. The sound of her lewd question was as exciting to her as she knew it was to the trembling man.
Remembering the lessons Joyce had taught her, this time she worked in reverse, starting at the hollow of his neck and then moving her lips to his chest. As, she kissed her way lower, her mouth discovered his small, puffy masculine nipples and she began nipping very gently at them, not sure they would respond.
She was more than pleasantly surprised to find the tiny nipples stiffening, enjoying the sensation of him twisting slightly at the sensation. She still knew very little about the male body, and realized it was something about which she would have to learn if she was to succeed in making life a pleasant thing for Phyllis Ragan. With one hand she reached down between them, grasping his heatedly pulsating penis between her clinging fingers as she worked lower and lower with her tongue licking wetly at his flesh.
She remembered the sensation that had charged through Joyce's flesh when she had lapped the woman the previous evening, and she moved her oral organ lower, to the man's navel, licking inside it until she sensed his stomach starting to quiver and lurch beneath her. He was hairier than Irv, and certainly a lot hairier than Joyce. She was aware of the wiriness of his hairs against her lips and face as she moved lower.
Finally she was crouched at his side, her nakedly lush body moving so that she was kneeling on the floor at a right angle to his body, her feet facing toward the ceiling as her knees rubbed the floor. Her lovely, delightfully girlish young face was now slowly moving over his loins as her hand continued pulling on his throbbing penis, gently stroking the pipelike flesh. back and forth, back and forth. Her wetly parted lips were mere inches away from the broad, spaded-shaped, lust swollen tip, and the baby faced girl opened her ripe lips and breathed heatedly and tenderly against it, allowing the hot air from her throat to flow over the moist cock-head with a maddening slowness.
"Ohhhhhhh yeeeeeaaaahhhhhh ... suck it, baby, suck it, suck it!" she heard Eli groaning lewdly and he begged and pleaded with her to use her mouth. His words excited her beyond measure, and she wondered if all men were like this at such a time. The people back at the bank would certainly be shocked to see her doing such a thing, and she realized thinking about the people at the bank was merely her conscience, in the rear of her mind, struggling to revitalize itself. But Phyllis laughed at her conscience, knowing there was no place for her conscience in. her life, because if she listened to her conscience, she would shortly have no life. It was no longer a live-and-let-live world. It was a kill-or-be-killed world," and Phyllis had, no intention of being killed.
The throbbing penis loomed before her eyes, the head swelling repeatedly, beckoning her to use her mouth on it, and without another thought, she leaned closer, letting her tongue flick out, its little pink tip coming into warm, wet contact with the ultra sensitive head of the throbbing penis. She circled her tongue about the smooth flesh, feeling, the rubberiness of the tip as Eli groaned and twisted below her from the cruel teasing to which her mouth was subjecting him.
But Eli found himself unable to withstand what she was doing any longer. With a loud gasp coming from the depths of his throat, he reached down and tangled his stubby fingers in her short, dark hair, and holding her head steady, slammed his loins up with the overpowering strength of a bull. The dazed young bank teller was taken aback by what he was doing and she resisted for a brief moment, doubts running insanely and wildly through her confused mind, but it was too late. The heavily thick and spongy tip of his cock rammed between her lips, moving inside her mouth, opening her white teeth and resting in a pool of warm saliva in the cave of her mouth. She was aware of feeling his hotly pulsing rod of burning flesh rubbing the full length of her tongue, almost embedding itself in her gullet as it tried pushing into her throat.
Closing her eyes, she strained to keep herself from choking. Sputum filled her clogged mouth, washing through it and bathing the heavy penis inside, as well as she found her lips ovalling and shaping themselves to the great frankfurter shape of his pulsing penis.
"Oh my great God!" Eli gasped, shuddering. "Honey, your mouth is just like liquid fire," he told her, his voice a soft murmur as he began a slow, continuous, rhythmic undulation of his hips, starting to continually luck in and out of the tightness of her young, inexperienced mouth. "Make a tighter ring of your lips and start sucking harder," the man ordered below her, his voice coarse and thick with passion.
Phyllis hurried to obey him, not understanding why, but knowing she definitely felt a strange excitement at what she was doing. Thrills continued growing in her body from the mean, debasing thought of her mouth being used this way by: a man who was a virtual stranger to her. She sucked like a hungry leech, swishing her liqueous tongue around and around with a vengeance, letting it cover the throbbing head continually sliding in and out of her pulling mouth. She sucked for the sheer joy of it now, her head bobbing like a buoy in a stormy sea over his upward pumping loins. There was a certain masochistic joy in being used, but only because she knew that in being used she would eventually gain the upper hand and make use of him. Thrills permeated her body, charging through her own swollen nipples making her feel wonderful thrills and exciting delight.
Submissive mewls of lust came from the tight clamp of her lips as they locked tightly around his continually up-thrusting penis. She knew this man wanted to pump a full load of his white-hot sperm into her mouth until it flooded her gullet, and she was going to swallow it because by doing as much she would eventually become very, very wealthy.
Eli let his glance wander over the body for the nakedly kneeling Phyllis Ragan, reveling in the sight of his wetly glistening penis slowly and repeatedly disappearing again and again into the tightness of her wildly sucking mouth.
Her profile was turned to him because of the angle at which she was sucking, and her short, dark hair hung down around her cheeks, partially blotting the sight of her innocently girlish face from his view. This bothered him since he loved looking at the passionately lewd expression on those otherwise-innocent features. A spasm shot through his heaving body as her tongue-like silken flames began wrapping itself around the . sensitive corona of his wildly pistoning penis. He knew then he had to have more and more of her as his eyes anxiously and hungrily traveled over the delightfully ripe contours of her womanly torso as it continued to kneel on the floor, submissively beside the sofa.
Reaching forward with his right hand, the balding man began passing it slowly across the delicate flesh of one of her smoothly rounded hips. She turned her body as her mouth continued sucking, enabling him to see .the rich dark sparseness of her curls as it clung to her pelvis, then she twisted back again to suck more of his penis into her mouth, and the mons veneris .was tucked under her again. Eli sighed, then shudderingly gasped as he allowed his wandering fingers to reach out and grip the roundness of her right buttock, after which he was able to slip his fingers gently into the damp crevice between her rear cheeks and then move forward, searching for the soft warmth of her wetly bubbling cunt. He found the goal for which. he was searching and eagerly probed ,with his outstretched middle finger into the wetly heated depths of, her churning pussy. Phyllis's body suddenly gave a little leap as he moved his fingers around and under her, still touching her cunt, probing into the tight narrowness of the wetly sucking womanly sheath. Nevertheless, she continued to hungrily suck at his still-swelling penis, her cheeks hollowing with the effort.
Ummmmrnmmmmm! The movement of the woman's mouth on his cock was almost too overpowering for Eli, who had been sucked once or twice by some itinerant girl he had picked up, but never before so avidly. Christ! He wanted to join in this lewd and thrilling spectacle, but he was determined to keep his throbbing cock lodged in the tight depths of her sucking mouth until he finally shot his hot load of churning sperm deep into the narrow depths of her squeezing throat.
Still, that shouldn't prevent a little pussy eating. Knowing this female's fastidiousness when it came to cleanliness, he was certain she had washed Irv's sperm from her cunt before Dianne had come down and whipped her, and as a result he was willing to bet her pussy was a fresh, clean culvert of musky delight. The balding man began tugging on her whitely rounded buttocks, lifting her thighs and bringing them around his head on the sofa. Phyllis looked at him from the corner of her eye, her mind puzzled by what he was trying to do, nevertheless keeping her lips hungrily clamped on the length of his throbbing cock. Finally she understood what it was the man wanted, and she moved her body in accordance with the way in which he was guiding her with a knee on either side of his head.
Eli was ecstatic. The waft of her seeping pussy was filling him to overflowing with desire for her. Though Dianne had often allowed him to lap her, she had never performed a soixante-neuf with him, and. what was the good of his continually tasting her pussy if she refused to suck his cock. If this woman was telling the truth, then she would join him when he began his hippie commune, and not only would he be able to continually enjoy her, but he would be able to swap her for some of the female hippies that joined the community.
Now her nakedly crouching body was directly above his staring face, and not only was he able to see the pinkness of her lovely vagina, but the tiny brown pucker of her winking anus, as well. With his arms outside her thighs, he reached up, and using his fingers, the man slowly began to separate the sparse dark curls that, because of their light quantity, did nothing to hide the rich pink slit of her Seething pussy.
Carefully he slid his stubby thumbs inside her soaking pussylips and began to carefully spread them, causing the warm lubricant within to come coursing down all over the palms of his hands and his wrists. The tiny little bud of her swollen clitoris leaped into view, freed from its fleshy prison. He stared upward for a moment, relishing the helplessly exposed position of the naked girl above him, and then his tongue leaped out, moving like that of an adder, and lightly brushed against the sensitive tip of her tender clitoris.
This was one of the things for which Phyllis had been waiting. The fact that she had this man's mouth on her cunt at the moment without her even having to urge him to do so meant she had him as her virtual slave. Her reaction was even greater than Eli expected. He knew Dianne reacted wildly when he sucked her cunt, but this woman was unbelievable. For an instant she appeared to freeze, and then her body began heaving up and down in gigantic spasms at this totally unexpected assault, and her head began jerking up and back. The entire long, thick shaft of his frantically throbbing cock slipped out of her sucking mouth with a loud "pop" as her hooded lips slipped from the tip of it, and he became aware of a cool rush of air hitting its saliva-soaked surface. She might well have leaped clear off the sofa and his body had his arms not been securely locked around her straining thighs. He hurriedly reached around her, and tangling his heavy hands once again in the thickness of her short, dark hair, he pressed down, forcing her lovely, tantalizing mouth back down over the swollen length of his massive, heated penile point. He shoved hard, ramming it into her gullet, making her choke once before she began to dutifully resume the sucking of his swollen cock.
"Just keep doing that, damn you!" Eli gasped. "Don't stop ... not for anything!"
Eli positioned her lovely hips again, and once more his seeking tongue shot out and caressed the rigid tininess of her pulsating clitorial button. The lovely Phyllis groaned and sighed with a mouthful of cock as she remained hovering over him, and her hips shuddered from the almost unbearable sensual impact of his heatedly spearing tongue. Still, she managed to keep her ribboned lips tightly clamped to the length of his thickly solid cock as it thrust deeper and deeper into the depths of her squeezing gullet. She took the entire length of penis inside, sucking hungrily on it, realizing to her utter amazement, that she actually liked sucking on it. She loved it all the more because the man was sliding the full length of his seeking tongue slowly and carefully up and down the passion-soaked crevice of her vaginal pit. He was an expert when it came to flicking that tongue over the excitedly swollen mound of her shuddering clitoris.
"Hhhh uuu nnn ggg hhh ... uuummmggghhh!" her voice announced, muffled by the thick shaft of his enormous penis continually filling her mouth.
Eli was certain he had this bitch at his mercy now. She was his to do with as he wished and he wished to do a lot. He started by ramming his eagerly and anxiously pulsating penis all the harder against the tightness of her narrowly ovalled lips, feeling the bulbous tip push into the narrowness of her tight gullet again and again. She struggled to keep from strangling on the thickness of it, but she continued to excitedly suck the organ. Hot waves of incredible passion continued flowing through the length of his chubby body from the staunch pike that was his fiery cock. It was heated almost beyond endurance at this point in the volcano-like depths of her narrowly sucking mouth.
He drew his tongue back and away from the pinkness of her simmering vaginal lips for an instant, looking at the petal-like opening. Her labia were wet now, sodden with both, his own saliva and the naturally oily lubrication that continued flowing from deep inside her as her passion continued mounting. Her hips were still revolving, moving lower and lower, her hot cunt pressing firmly against his face in search of more lewd, oral caresses when once again his spearing tongue shot out like that of an iguana, this time lancing far, far into the heatedly bubbling depths of her continually gushing vagina.
"Aaaaauuuummmmphhhh!"
The sound came bubbling out from the tight seal of Phyllis's lips as they remained solidly wrapped around the swollen pole Of the man's thrusting penis.
Now she began moving quickly, lifting her hips high above the man's face, letting her pussy hang there for a moment, then crashing down wildly, trying to drive the white-hot spear of his lancing tongue all the deeper into her palpitating depths. She began a wild grunting motion, pressing her vaginal wetness solidly against the man's sweat soaked, cunt-oiled face. Her hands slipped under his thighs and she sought and finally found his swollen testicles, cupping them in her hands, then kneading them in an abandoned frenzy. All the while her mouth continued sucking harder and harder. He became aware of the sharp edges of her teeth scraping maddeningly against the ultra-sensitive underside of his throbbing penis as he continued driving it relentlessly again and again straight up into her face.
Something had to give at this pace, and this time it was Phyllis who yielded first. Eli sensed the initial series of wild convulsions as they began to wrack her lust-tortured, youthful feminine torso. Incoherently muffled cries escaped from the depths of her cock-filled mouth, and she rammed her cunt down even harder against the merciless tongue that continued stabbing wildly into the depths of her quivering pussy from below. Her fingers began closing spasmodically over the swell of his aching scrotum, and at the same time her mouth began working more and more wildly as her tongue lapped around and around his solid maypole of flesh.
That was the moment when he felt his own orgasm beginning.
"AAAAWWWWAAAA MMMMPHHHH AAAWWWUUUPHHHAAAWWW UUURRRBBB LLL MMM PHHH UUU MMM QGG LLL MMM MMM MMM!" he bellowed, his voice totally muffled by the pressure of her seething cuntlips.
Great swirls of burning heat continued building in the flooded depths of Eli's balls as she sucked strongly, blindly, her mouth automatically pulling. He felt tiny rivulets of dripping perspiration rolling from the sides of her nakedly shuddering young body as she bucked on top of him like a demon gone mad. The muscles of his belly tightened until he was certain they would snap from the strong pressure as he arched his back off the sofa, pushing his cock even further between the soft, warm moistness of her sucking lips. He felt the thin ridges of flesh pulling out from her mouth as they clung hungrily to the length of his constantly thrusting penis He screamed again and again, his mouth working hungrily and crazily, releasing incoherent mutterings, spitting them out from between his clenched teeth as he gasped, totally out of breath. The moment of emission was there, and he had no more breath left with which to yell. There was a deep, guttural growl in his chest, strongly muffled by the pressure of her warm pussy flesh pressing down firmly against his contorted face, and. he sensed the burning semen begin its mad dash from the sanctity of his testicles and start spewing into Phyllis's gluttonously sucking mouth.
The dark-haired woman's cheeks expanded and then hollowed, working fishlike as she greedily swallowed the warm flooding gushes of Eli's sperm to keep from choking. She continued hungrily drinking not understanding why, but realizing she wanted more and more of the gummy seed to wash down her throat. His hands had reached down and were now almost cruelly entangled in her hair, forcing her head to press against his throbbing loins as he pushed the spewing instrument all the way down to her tonsils. She coughed sporadically as she swallowed, trying to recapture her breath. He moaned his last and grunted finally in complete fulfillment. Little by little his throbbing cock deflated in her mouth, but she continued her gentle sucking, drawing every last drop of the white-hot sperm from his battered penis.
Then there was nothing left to suck.
"Touching! Very touching," Dianne said, coming down the stairs at the other end of the room. She was carrying the gun she had used during the bank holdup.
"Hey, what is this?" Eli asked.
"I don't like the idea of my man being taken away from me by a two-bit whore of a bitch!" Dianne insisted. "The only way to do something about it is to get rid of the competition."
"You're crazy," Eli said, standing up as Phyllis got to her feet. "You know your sister and Irv are against this, just as I am."
"My sister and Irv are a little more nervy than we are. They went to town to take in a movie. We're here all alone for the next two hours: I would have been down here sooner, but I had to go and dig a grave in the backyard. It'll be deep enough so no one will ever find the bitch."
"Hey now, you cut that out," Eli insisted, nakedly padding over to where she was standing, his body between Dianne and Phyllis, who knew this was the moment of truth between the two of them. One of them would not survive, and if Phyllis did manage to win out, she would win over the others, as well.
"Eli," Dianne snapped, "get out of the way and let me finish her, now. When the others get back, we'll say she ran away. It's just about time for us to get going, anyway."
"Don't let her kill me, Eli," Phyllis begged. "You liked what we did, just now.
I can do it lots more times. She'll never do it for you. She just said she wants to separate and leave you. Make her leave us alone, and I'll stay with you."
"No you don't, you bitch!" Joyce snarled. "I'm going to blow a hole right through that left nipple of yours."
Eli was standing right near Dianne now, and he reached out with his hand and grabbed the gun. Dianne struggled with him, and the two of them fought with the pistol still in Dianne's grip. Eli twisted her arm around behind her, with the muzzle of the gun pointing into Dianne's spine, telling her, "Let go of the gun, damn you!"
"No!" she shrieked. "If this is the way you want it, I'll kill you, too.
There'll be that much more of the money for me. I know where you have your share put away."
That was when the gun went off. It was a loud, noisy boom, and the bullet severed Dianne's spinal column and then tore through her heart. Without realizing what had hit her, the skinny, girl fell to the. floor, dead.
"My God!" Eli gasped. "What'd we do?"
"Eli, Eli," Phyllis whispered, coming over and comforting him. "We didn't do anything. She did it. She killed herself."
"But her sister'll never believe it. The bullet hole's in her back. She'll think I killed her for the money."
"Do you know where she put her share of the money?"
"Yes," Eli nodded. "Upstairs in one of the kitchen cabinets, inside some kettle or other."
"Take it, put it with your share. Then we'll wrap her in a sheet and bury her in the backyard, in the hole she dug for me."
"But what'll we tell her sister?" Eli asked.
"She and her sister were going to separate after tonight, anyway. We'll say she went off. We can bury her clothing with her, and no one will ever know."
"God!" Eli gasped, "I feel like it's my fault."
"Would you feel better if she had shot me?" Phyllis asked.
"No!" Eli admitted. "I didn't want to see anyone killed."
"It was her or us," Phyllis told him. "If she had shot me, she might very well have killed you because you were a witness to the shooting. She's the kind who, once she starts killing, she wouldn't be able to stop."
"Yeah, yeah, you're right," Eli nodded. "All right, let's bury her, quickly."
Totally naked, the two went out in the bitter cold, carrying the sheet-wrapped body of Dianne, and put her in the hole she had dug for Phyllis, then covered her up, scattering dead twigs on top.
CHAPTER SEVEN
The one obstacle Phyllis had feared was gone now. she would be able to make definite plans. She knew everything would have to be completed by the following day, and when Eli wasn't looking, she picked up the pistol Dianne had dropped and hid it behind the bar. Eli had taken Dianne's share of the money and had put it with his, hiding it behind the boiler in the large room where Phyllis remained as a prisoner.
Eli went upstairs and waited for Joyce and Irv to return. When they did, two-and-a-half hours later, he babbled out a wild story about Dianne being disgusted with waiting for the heat to die down, and taking her share of the money and immediately leaving. Irv, who really didn't care one way or the other, bought the story, but Joyce didn't.
While Eli and Irv remained upstairs, she came down to speak to Phyllis, who was once again dressed. She asked, "Did my sister really leave here?"
"Of course," Phyllis replied. "At least I think she did. I was down here the entire time."
"It just isn't like Dianne to take off so suddenly," Joyce insisted. "I have the feeling something's wrong here. Besides, Dianne was all in favor of killing you, and I can't see her just walking out without talking it over with all three of us at least one more time."
"She sure wasn't going to talk it over with me," Phyllis told. her. "She had her mind made up, already."
"I suppose she did," Joyce nodded, "which is another reason for me to be suspicious about all this. Also, I found this in Dianne's bedroom, and she would certainly have not left with this still in the house." � Joyce was holding up the dildo Dianne had used on herself when fingering Irv's ass as Irv had fucked her.
"I-I don't know anything about that," Phyllis insisted.
"Irv and I went town to catch a movie. All they had was one of those triple-x-rated jobs at the local movie theater. It got me all hot and bothered.
We'll discuss Joyce some more after we have some fun, but for now, suppose you strip down."
Phyllis was mildly apprehensive of Joyce. With Dianne gone, she was now the most dangerous person to her in the house. The two men she would be able to handle easily enough. As long as she had the one commodity both of them wanted�cunt�she had nothing to fear from the two brothers.
Phyllis undressed again, and at Joyce's command, Lay down on the velvet pool table. Joyce wasted no time, kneeling On the pool table herself and grabbing both of Phyllis's breasts.
Fear of Joyce at this point prevented Phyllis. from totally enjoying herself.
Female arms captured her, holding her, and a hand was running shiveringly down her back, moving to her narrow waist, then continuing on down over her ripely rounded hips and� contoured buttocks. Joyce's throaty voice was whispering in her ear, "Don't fight me, Phyllis. You know damn well I can make it good for you."
Joyce's knowing hand was already soothing her. It was wondrously gentle, a sure, knowing caress somehow feeling so good, so wonderful, so restfully tingly and nice. There was never any animalistic pawing and kneading with Joyce. All Phyllis felt was the electric contact of Joyce's delicately stroking fingers as the other woman curled her body firmly against hers. Joyce's tee shirt covered breasts were pressing into her own naked back, the warmth of her belly in close contact all the way down to where her denim-covered pussy mound was in heated contact with Phyllis's naked buttocks. Then a firm, slender, but unmanicured finger worked its way over his ribcage until it clasped a full, silken-skinned breast with the gentle knowledge at her command, working at the pink-hued nipple, causing it to rise, harden, and sensate.
There was now in Phyllis an overwhelming, burning desire to perform with Joyce, but at no time must she let the other woman know of her lusts. It must always appear as if Joyce was seducing her to her way of thinking. By doing things this way, Phyllis felt she was controlling the situation.
Inwardly smiling to herself, she acted as if she were fighting against herself, letting a cry muffle itself in her throat as she pretended to try and get off the pool table, acting as if all this was too much for her. "No," she said, knowing this would really get to Joyce. "I really shouldn't let this happen ... it's wrong ... it's so perverse ...
"Now you just relax," Joyce told her. "Relax and take it easy. You know darn well, you enjoyed what we did the last time, but this time I'll make it even better for you, because this time I promise to make you come."
The more experienced lesbian clung tenaciously to Phyllis, turning the darker haired girl to face her, tightly clamping her own lithe form to that of Phyllis, her small, rounded paps solidly mashing very firmly against that of the other female's nakedly sensitive mounds. Her hungrily salacious mouth sought, and finally found, the tenderly soft lips belonging to Phyllis, and she pressed against her lips with a strong, passionate kiss, her tongue sliding out slowly, gently, gradually, twirling in highly sensuous circles, rimming the lips of the captive bank teller with sensation-producing saliva, yet not kissing hard, not making undue demands. Meanwhile her hands busily tantalized Phyllis's lusciously delectable torso, playing over her perfectly sculpted womanly contours, her fingers moving like a swarm of insects transmitting her own flaming, burning inner need, thereby causing uncontrollable slashing urges to sear deeply through the dark-haired girl's already aroused loins.
Phyllis enjoyed playing the total innocent. It kept Joyce completely off-guard, and, it would keep the two men off-guard, as well. She was behaving as if butter wouldn't melt in her mouth as she received the lusting kiss from Joyce.
Prior to having been kidnapped, if a woman had kissed Phyllis this way, Phyllis would have been disgusted and revolted by it. But now, after learning what sex and love, all kinds of love,, were all about, her heart began pounding and beating heavily in her breast, and she automatically responded. She was already feeling certain overpowering thrills inside her, generated by the delectable femaleness of the other woman's body. So she turned and touched Joyce's shoulder, suddenly realizing it was bare, and that somehow, while she had been caressing and loving Phyllis, Joyce had undressed herself on the pool table, kicking all her clothing to the floor. The'. tan, smoothly velvet flesh of the beautiful lesbian began getting Phyllis all the more heated up.
"Here honey," Joyce invited, touching one of her breasts. "Feel this!"
Hesitant, but unable to, resist even if she wanted, Phyllis reached out to touch and fondle the roundness of the other woman's passionately heaving, bobbling breasts, her eyes watching as if spellbound as the nipples continued swelling and enlarging to delightful erection. She was aware of a tremoring shudder passing through Joyce's slender body, and she realized she was becoming quite good at the handling of a woman's breasts. Joyce had enjoyed her tonguing the first time, but she had not reacted nearly so violently to her fingering.
This time it was different. Phyllis was getting a valuable education which she was certain would serve her quite well in years to come. A weak sigh shuddered through the lovely lesbian, and Phyllis became aware she was indeed a bi-sexual girl because she was now vividly aroused at the sight and touch of Joyce's smooth body.
With a trembling moan', Phyllis leaned forward and sought Joyce's lips. Their mouths were welded together, the two tongues moving in and out very hungrily as their hands became busy on one another's bodies, caressing each other's nakedness�Joyce with the sure knowledge of experience, and Phyllis, still learning, still the pupil, still taking everything in. Her hands explored here and there as the flaming lusts continued raging higher and higher in her trembling loins.
The beautiful captive bank teller moaned with what appeared to be utter and complete helplessness, groaning in total wanton despair as she appeared to once again attempt to fight against her inwardly feral and depraved cravings, but losing. She broke the moist contact of their mouths, pulling herself away from Joyce as she murmured in a low voice across the short distance between the two ,of them, doing her best not to look in the smoldering eyes of the lesbian.
"I almost feel as if I were cheating on all men by doing this," she gasped.
"Oh come on now," Joyce said to her, her tinkling laugh filling the basement room. "How can you call this cheating?"
"Well it does feel like it."
"Not really, darling," Joyce insisted. "This is, after all, bye between two females. Now if you were married and you made bye to another man, that would be cheating. Since you aren't even married, you can't be cheating on anyone."
Phyllis shrugged, pretending she didn't know what to believe, as if she were completely unsure of what, exactly, she ought to believe. "I.. uhhhhhh ... don't know," she finally said aloud. "There's some kind of principle involved here ...
"To hell with any kind of principle in life," Joyce told her, merely reaffirming what Phyllis had so fervidly come to believe in the past two days.
"You like what I'm doing to you. You liked it the first time, even though I admit I was selfish enough not to make you come. But this time things'!! be different."
"Oh?"
"If that clod Irv can make you come so strongly, it'll be up to me to prove to you a woman can do just as good a job on you and make you climax just as strongly."
"So far, all you've done is talk about it and make me work on you," Phyllis told her.
"Well now, we're going to have to make up for that," Joyce insisted. "Aren't we. I think you'll find that when I'm through with you, even if you aren't a pure female lover the way I am, you'll find it as much fun being AC- DC."
Reaching over boldly, the lesbianic Joyce tugged at the rounded fullness of Phyllis's tantalizingly quivering thighs and rounded buttocks. Her seeking hand moved between their two bodies, seeking, and finally finding the pink cleft of vagina under the dark-brown fur, and without hesitation she dipped a finger into the moistly aroused opening. She found the womanly well more than amply lubricated�definite telltale evidence of Phyllis's wanton arousal. Then the finger moved on to find the erectly protruding clitoris. It was hard, very hard, and throbbingly taut, and Joyce began gently stroking it ever-so-lightly, stroking the fires of Phyllis's passion into white-hot desire.
Phyllis was aware of the other woman beginning to slowly move, slithering down her body as she rolled her very, gently onto her back, her hungry mouth busily and passionately kissing the fullness of her pulsating, throbbing breasts. Then Joyce began fucking them, moving the tantalizing little nubbins in and out of her sucking mouth very quickly as she maintained a constantly exciting and arousing pressure. The throbbingly erotic thrills charged. through the helpless female bank cashier with an uncontrollably merciless insistence. Even if she had really been resisting, Phyllis would have found herself bucking against her will. She was unable to control her movements, and her round hips began a regulating countermovement to the strongly sinuous stroking finger in her vagina, and she knew she was once more the supposedly hapless victim of the lesbianic Joyce. She had succumbed again, just as she had succumbed the first time, though she was doing it willingly, even if Joyce didn't know it. Sex had became a very important part of her life, and even though she was unable to control herself when no one was titillating her, the moment someone began physically arousing her, she had to have satisfaction.
Ummmmmmmmm ... yessssssss! It was so good. Joyce really knew what, she was doing.
Now Phyllis felt those hungrily avid female lips moving down, down, down, over her ribs, across the flatness of her belly, the agile tongue dipping into the well of her navel, teasing and tantalizing her as she had done with Joyce the previous evening. Then gentle, insistent hands were spreading her slender thighs, exposing her palpitatingly needful pussy to the lewd gaze of the other woman. She became very acutely aware that Joyce's lovely face was peering at her own from between her thighs, looking through the valley of her swollen breasts, and now the knowing hands were moving on the smooth, softly velvet flesh of her wetly defenseless pussy.
Then the hungry mouth was pressing solidly against, and kissing her thighs, her hips, her abdomen, and the inner sides of her tantalizing white loins, gradually working up to her heatedly pulsating pussy.
Then that mouth began driving Phyllis wild with thrillingly feverish anticipation. She knew now that Joyce was going to do to her what she had made Phyllis do to her own body the previous night. She was curious to see if Joyce was better at eating pussy than Eli.
Then the mouth was kissing her tantalizing thighs even closer to her vagina, and just before Joyce's lips reached that seat of eternal fire, what was left of Phyllis's conscience once more nagged at her, causing all kinds of disquieting thoughts to charge through her mind.
Then the heated tongue was down there, and Joyce was now hungrily lapping and licking, her tantalizing tongue rubbing between her sodden vaginal lips, attacking the swell of her tender clitoris, sending the most wonderfully erotic sensations to her chattering brain. Phyllis knew that cuntlapping was indeed one of the two ultimate sensations in life. Fucking was the other. There was no other sensation comparable in this life�or the next, for that matter. This was the most rapturously delightful and sensational delight she had ever experienced. When it came to lapping, Joyce had Eli beaten, hands down. Too bad she would never find out if Dianne's tongue was as good as Joyce claimed. It would have been interesting to find out. She wanted to shriek out her lustful enjoyment, but even now she knew she had to appear as if she were still resisting and slowly being won over once and for all to Joyce's way of thinking. So instead of gasping out how much she loved it, she merely whimpered, "Ohhhhhhh n-o-o-o0-0-0 ... no ... no ... no ... this is all wrong ... ."
The working mouth paused for an instant, but the lovely Phyllis knew she didn't want it to really stop. Sounds reached her ears as if from a long, long way off. She heard, and yet she seemed almost unable to hear as her senses reeled.
It was Joyce's voice from down there, between her widespread thighs, saying, "Just relax and let me do for you what you did for me, yesterday."
"I can't ... I just can't let you," the helpless Phyllis whined, knowing her refusal would egg Joyce on. "This is all so unnatural ... "But you can't deny that you like it," Joyce countered, certain she had total control over Phyllis, never realizing she was doing precisely what Phyllis wanted. Once again she dropped her hungering mouth to the seething moist flesh of the helpless woman's widespread pussy, her tongue probing this time into the heated liqueous depths, searing into the clutching vaginal opening, moving in and out, in and out to the rhythm already set by Phyllis's automatically grinding hips. The swooping tongue flicked in and out, in and out with the measured regularity of a tiny penis.
Phyllis wanted to resist a little longer, but knew fighting this would only drive her crazy. No matter how much she wanted to make Joyce work at the seduction, the time had come for her to surrender. If she didn't climax shortly, she would go completely out of her mind. Throwing all reason completely to the four winds at this point, conscious only of the thrilling static sensations that raced through her nakedly upturned, shuddering loins, she cried out depravedly, "All right ... all right ... yesssssss ... yesssssssssss ... do it ... do it."
"So you've finally come around to my way of thinking again?" Joyce asked. "Tell me, do you want me to keep this up until you finally have your climax?"
"Ohhhhhhhhh ... you know it!" Phyllis replied.
"Well then, seeing as how you know how to lick as well as can be licked, suppose you and I reach the top of the rainbow together."
"How? Tell me? I'll do it," Phyllis agreed, though she already had an inkling what, Joyce was leading up to, having sixty-nined with Eli, .earlier.
"Remember how you lapped my pussy?"
"Yes, yes, I remember it," she nodded.
"Good! Now's the time for the two of us to lap away at each other's vaginas.
Remember, all you have to do to me is what you did last night, while I go on doing the same thing to you."
Swiftly, hurriedly, the lesbian girl began shifting her position, swinging herself around so she was able to straddle Phyllis's face.
Phyllis smiled and acted startled to create the impression all this was still relatively new to her. Looking up, she realized she was salivating as she saw the heated wetness of the brown-haired girl's furry pussy hanging some scant inches directly above her face. From the angle she was also able to see the brown crinkled ring of the other woman's anus as it winked at her, as if letting her know precisely what she had to do. Yes, she. had to do it! But her mind had accepted this right from the first time ,she had lapped Joyce's pussy.
She wondered how she had become so meretricious and decided she didn't care any longer, but that she was happy that things had worked out this way.
With a wantonly rotating wiggle of her rounded hips, Joyce lowered herself so her vagina pressed itself against the sucking mouth of the woman below her. If Phyllis's past ability was any indication of what she was capable of doing, then this was going to be one great sixty-nine session.
Phyllis's initial impulse was to do nothing and let the other woman believe she had to be coaxed. But the pressure of Joyce's. vagina against her mouth was almost suffocating, and for an instant she actually felt trapped. Then there was the direct contact of Joyce's tongue with the quivering stem of her own extended clitoris, eliciting a long moan of sexual surrender from the depths of her chest as her head fell back and the cunt moved with her. She gasped, her mouth gaping widely open, and instinctively her face pressed up into the heated feminine furrow directly above her. Without even thinking about it this time, her tongue slithered out, probing experimentally, finally finding the tiny pellet surrounded as it was by the pink frenulum within the trough of hair-rimmed, blood-engorged flesh.
She found herself enjoying the heady, pungently tasteful flavor of the other woman's pussy, just as she had enjoyed it the first time. She licked slowly at first, and then became more and more bold, more orally dexterous, lapping, then sucking, doing as she had done the first time, and as Joyce was doing now.
Every now and again she took her tongue from the throbbing bud and lanced it directly into the wetly clutching vaginal opening. Finally she established a lewd rhythmic motion to match the other woman's licking and sucking of her own vagina.
Together, the two slurped loudly, and. they began spiraling to greater and more enjoyable heights of sensation, soaring toward their orgasmic releases as tongues licked and slashed in and out of the throbbing, pulsating pussies, their moving hands grasping, their open mouths widely gasping, making all kinds of little panting sighs of mutual lesbianic ecstasy.
Thus intertwined, their heads pushing into one another's loins, both giving and receiving a series of exquisitely erotic thrills and sensations, the two women finally came to the apogee of their sexual culminations.
It began for Phyllis first�a long, shivering, vellicating convulsion of her quivering body, causing her entire lower half to jerk up and down spasmodically with overpowering wave after wave of surging orgasm spreading like flowing lava throughout her entire body. It was a symphonic, rhapsodic, melodic m�lange of thrilling sensation sweeping over her and charging through her, leaving her at the top of the world.
Meanwhile, above her, Joyce continued to violently thrust her quivering loins straight down into the other woman's lovely doll-pretty face with continual wild abandon. Seconds later, she also reached the apex of her lust, feeling rapturous ecstasy bursting through her entire body.
When it was over, and Joyce had rolled off Phyllis's body, she said, "That was terrific, Phyllis. Too bad I can't convince you to come with me and spend some of this money. We'd have ourselves one heck of a ball, together."
"Sorry," Phyllis told her. "But I have a job to return to."
"You really are a square. Tell me, Phyllis, did Dianne really pack up and leave?"
"I ... uhhhhhhhh ... don't want to talk about it, Joyce. Dianne wasn't the only one who threatened to kill me."
"What are you talking about?" Joyce asked, as the two of them got dressed.
"Well," Dianne came down here with a gun, and she was going to shoot me. Eli stopped her. He made her march back upstairs, and I heard Dianne saying something about having dug a grave for me out in the backyard. Then there was a lot of arguing and quarreling, and then I heard a shot I heard some movement after that, as if someone was carrying something really heavy out to the backyard. Then, after awhile, Eli came down and warned me not to say anything to you when he told you Dianne had left, or he would shoot me."
"He did, huh!" Joyce said, her face darkening with anger.
"Joyce, don't do anything foolish. You know if you do anything to Eli then Irv will probably get you."
"Unless I get him first," Joyce muttered.
"You can't just shoot them and leave them around," Phyllis said to her.
"I know that," Joyce replied. "But there's an easier way. Not too far from here there's a swamp. Look, I'll make you a deal. You don't. have to do anything except help me when I ask you to. This isn't your fight, but if you do help me, I'll let you go tonight. I mean, I don't expect you to hurt anyone. What I do want you to do is tire out those two brothers. Fair enough?"
"I guess," Phyllis nodded, inwardly smiling. It was working.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Phyllis didn't even bother getting dressed, this time. She waited down in the basement as Joyce went upstairs with a bottle of Chiva Regal she had found on top of the bar, conveniently placed there by Phyllis. If things worked out well, this. would be ,the last time she would have to have anything to do with these people, sexually or otherwise.
An hour passed, during which time she heard the men laughing drunkenly upstairs. Then there was the tread of footsteps, and all three of them came downstairs. Joyce said, "Seems the two brothers want to fuck you jointly, Phyl.
Afterward, we've agreed we're going to leave here. Instead of tying you up, we'll take you with us and let you out about ten miles from nowhere, and by the time you get to the police, we'll be long gone." She winked at Phyllis.
"Mmmmm yyyy eeee aaaa hhhh!" Irv nodded. "Now come on baby and give me and my brother some of that pussy of yours."
Before Phyllis, had an opportunity to respond, Irv lunged forward and grabbed the startled young woman by. her naked shoulders, pulling her roughly to him.
He kissed her solidly on the mouth, grinding his hips licentiously against her naked pelvis.
Sliding his dark hands along Phyllis's slender thighs, he moved them higher, reaching for the fullness of her rounded breasts, squeezing them firmly, massaging them and palpating her swollen nipples. Though she felt inwardly thrilled at being taken on by two men at once, Phyllis had to pretend to be embarrassed.
"We gonna use the couch or the ping pong table?" Eli asked as ,he nonchalantly began removing his clothing.
"What the hell, the pool table is the best thing in this room to use," Irv insisted. "That soft velvet is the best thing for her back. After all, we don't want to hurt her."
"You're right," Eli nodded as Irv hugged Phyllis even more tightly to him.
"Come on," Phyllis said, knowing objections only spurred the men on. "Haven't I been through enough already?"
"Take it easy, take it easy," Irv said to her. "I'm going to make certain you're a very happy woman.".
"I don't think there's a single thing either of you can do to me that you haven't done already," Phyllis snapped, curtly.
"You're wrong," Irv insisted. "There .are a number of things we can do to you.
For instance, have you ever been fucked in the ass?"
"Good heavens, no!"
"I thought not. Well that's one thing you're gonna experience, Phyl-baby."
"Big deal!" she snorted. "So you'll cause me a little more pain."
"You're wrong," Irv told her. "Oh it'll hurt in the beginning, but a good ass-fuck is the greatest thing for having another way. of coming. What's more, that's only half of it. Have you ever been fucked by two men at once?"
"What?" Phyllis asked.
"Ah, I have your interest, I see," he laughed, and proceeded to push his finger into the narrowly tight depths of her vaginal canal, letting the soft inner lining wrap itself around his finger. He rotated his finger deeper and deeper inside her, forcing it to sink farther into her, and Phyllis felt a combination of thrills and wetness with each passing moment. She clenched her vagina all the more tightly around his finger, enjoying the thrust of it, but pretending she was doing her best to keep him from penetrating her.
"Are you serious?" she gasped. "How can two men fuck me at the same time?" she wanted to know, morbidly curious and anxious to discover how it might be done.
Then the .thought came to her that this. was precisely what Eli and Irv intended doing to her. They were going to simultaneously make use Of her body.
The novelty of the idea appealed to her, but she had to pretend to be afraid to enhance it all-the more for the two men.
Her unprepared vaginal flesh was still a bit wet with the salivary secretions of Joyce, but she began relaxing now and allowing herself to enjoy the movement of Irv's finger: Little by little she was relaxing her clenched thighs, feeling her interior getting wetter and wetter, and the oiliness eased the curly haired man's continual entry into her. She trembled, hating herself for being submissive to these people, but it was the only way to achieve her objective.
In a little while the nightmare would come to an end.
"Ahhhhhhh ... yesssss ... that's more like it, mmmyyyeeeaaahhh," Irv nodded as he sensed the way her tight vagina slowly relaxed. The secretions inside her were totally inundating his finger, and he spoke up, saying, "Mmm mmm yyy eee aaa hhh! That's what I like about you, Phyllis. You know better than to struggle with us. You just go along with what we wanna do, and it'll be easier for all of us. Eli and I are sure gonna miss you after tonight. It isn't often we find a broad as sexy as you. Believe me, the two of us are really appreciative of your lovely body. All this means a heck of a lot to the two of us. We'll always have fond memories?"
He jammed his finger even deeper and harder, making the baby faced woman jump, startling her and catching her completely off-guard. He was pushing the top Of his finger into her cervical opening, as if attempting to widen it, and the pressure hurt Phyllis more than a little.
"Hey, take it nice and easy, Phyl," Irv said to her. "You just keep yourself nice and calm while Eli and I are with you. This isn't gonna last too much longer, but the faster you please us, the faster all this is gonna come to an end, because everything hinges on the pleasure we're gonna get from you, honey."
"You boys enjoy her," Joyce told them. "I'm going to get my things together and remove any trace of our having been in this house. When we leave, we won't want anyone to know we've been here. I'll bring the car around front, then I'll wait upstairs. When the three of you are finished, come on up, we'll close up the house, and we can go right out to the car. I'll have it warmed up. No use our having to get into a cold car."
"Good idea," Irv nodded. "You're using your head, Joyce. Y'know, you're some kinda broad, even if you are a dyke. Too bad we couldn't form a closer attachment. We might've had ourselves one helluva good time."
"We might've," Joyce admitted. "This isn't the time to think about what we might or might not do. I'll see you three when you come out to the car."
She hurried up the stairs,. and the two men proceeded to remove their clothing, letting Phyllis once again notice how much alike their two bodies looked.
Though Eli was slightly shorter than Irv, he was Shaped the exact same way, and his penis was precisely the same length and width. Even the penile heads were the same mottled red. Both penises were solid and rampant, and Phyllis was amazed Eli had the stamina for another go-round considering the soixante-neuf they had enjoyed, earlier.
The two men were now taking turns feeling her swollen breasts and fingering her soft, smooth pussy, causing, her to feel hotter and hotter with each passing moment. Though she was irritated that the brothers were treating her with such a lack of care, it didn't stop her from, feeling any the more excited. Blazing fire shimmered tantalizingly through her white torso, making her lovely flesh turn rosy as it tingled with growing lust.
Phyllis realized it was more than sex that was driving her. She felt the compulsion, the need to see these men and the woman dead. What excited her the most was the thought that she would be the one to kill Joyce. It made her hotter than the proverbial two dollar pistol.
She felt all aroused and quivery from the roots of her hair to the soles of her feet, and little by little she had to force herself not to think of these men in terms of dead meat, even though the idea of copulating with two men who would shortly die seemed to thrill and excite her even more. She opened her eyes and looked at their genitalia, hoping to take her mind off what was going to happen in the future. The mere sight of a naked erection was enough to cause fires to flare up in her inner being, incinerating her entire interior repeatedly. Their way of humiliating and shaming her had aroused them, and seeing how aroused they were, she, herself became even more aroused.
Her lust filled brain was suddenly jolted out of the insane mental center it was in when Irv produce the Chivas Regal bottle and made her take a small sip of the scotch. Phyllis was never really able to hold her liquor well, and the little drink she took was all she needed to stop thinking about the morbid things that were going to happen very shortly. At that moment, Irv threw her flat on the pool table, and then hurled his body on top of hers.
"She just about ready?" Eli asked, feeling more than a little impatient.
The balding, shorter man was staring licentiously at the dark-brown-haired woman's nakedly vulnerable body as it lay beneath the firm, straddling thighs of his brother on top of the green pool table. This was one pool table that had seen more action in the past twenty-four hours than those in a billiard hall.
"Mmmmmm yyyy eee aaa hhh!" Irv said to his brother as he rolled off Phyllis's lithe young body. "She's all yours now, brother." Then he turned to Phyllis and he said to the girl, "Mmmm yyy eee aaa hhh ... Phyl-baby, I want you to be real nice to my brother Eli, here, because he's going to start giving you the special treat I have in mind for you."
Eli climbed up on the billiard table and stood above Phyllis, towering like some sort of chubby colossus, looking down at her supine and helpless body as she nakedly lay there. His thick lipped curled back in an obscene sneer as he stared down at her, ogling her whitely helpless and vulnerable nakedness. He stood there, swaying between her ankles for a brief instant, betraying the obvious fact that he'd had a lot more to drink than was good for him, obviously egged on by Joyce. His monstrously long penis, hard and sinewy, looked even more sturdy and solid as. the swollen length of it jerked up and down, twitching excitedly in his stubby hand. Bending down, Eli took a softly pliant hip in each of his grasping hands and gently rolled the horizontal girl over on her belly. Not that she intended resisting, but Phyllis knew better than to even dream of resisting at this particular moment. Sober, Eli was easy. for her to handle, but drunk, he might very well be mean., The sip of scotch she had taken had numbed her mind, and she found it somewhat difficult to move of her own volition, at least for the moment. The effect of the liquor ought to wear, off long before it was time for them to leave. Instead of moving in any way, she merely lay there, totally inert, waiting for her licentious sexual ravishment to begin. All the while, small gasps of desire and lust continued escaping from the interior of her panting mouth. Her solidly firm and rounded moonlike asscheeks began lightly quivering somewhat, and the staring eyes of Eli focused on them, gazing lustfully at the two whitely shimmering cheeks of gluteal flesh. Grabbing both of Phyllis's ankles with his heavy pair of hands, the gasping man tugged the rounded mounds as far apart as possible. Her soft thighs opened wide, revealing, once again, the inner pinkness barely covered by the sparse hairs on her labia.
"Huuunnnggghhh ... " she gasped, realizing they intended for Eli to penetrate her rectum with that thick organ of his. "Oh no!" she sobbed. "Not back there ... don't do it back there ... " she pleaded in a slightly slurred voice because of the scotch. The alcohol in her bloodstream, for a very short period of time anyway, had her woozy, and her tremblingly naked and helpless body writhed futilely and a hopeless gesture of real resistance for the first time since she was with these people. She clawed .at the green velvet of the pool table as if. trying to crawl beneath it.
"Hey, Irv," Eli called out. "Come over here and hold her down for me," he drunkenly pleaded to his chubby, curly haired brother who was standing excitedly by, anxiously looking at everything taking place. Irv instantly walked over and climbed onto the pool table, as well, kneeling beside the prone form of Phyllis Ragan, pressing his hands firmly into the small of her back, pushing her flat belly solidly against the green baize. Phyllis, for some unaccountable reason, knowing it was hopeless, struggled anyway for a short period of time, and then she lay perfectly still, her body shivering and quaking with heavy rending sobs of horror and terror. Continuous moans kept on pouring from her gasping mouth.
Oh boy! Phyllis thought, the actual implication of what was about to take place dawning on her, slowly but certainly beginning to penetrate her more than slightly befogged mind at this point. Eli was definitely not interested in her vagina, as he had been, earlier. He was definitely looking at virgin territory�the prune like pucker of her anus. Even though the men had been seriously talking about poking their penises into her rectum, she hadn't believed them until now. Who in his right mind would attempt to slam his throbbing cock into such a tiny, narrow tunnel? Having fellated Eli, she understood now why men enjoyed having their cocks sucked. That made a lot of sense. But it made no sense to Phyllis at all to think this man actually wished to attempt cramming what in her mind seemed like some monstrously thick barber pole into the tender narrow straits of her quivering anus. All this had to be some deranged pornographic fantasy. Besides, her mind was so far gone, she was unable to conceive of anyone wanting to cause pain to her.
Phyllis wondered if the man was aware of the fact he might actually tear her apart if he tried forcing that massive length of cock into her rectal channel.
Eli was leering down at the trembling body of the girl, his hands gripping the soft and delicious white mounds of her buttocks. He harshly squeezed them, making Phyllis clench them together. He spat on his penis, rubbing the saliva all over the organ, then used his thumbs to pull apart her asscheeks. Pressing his swollen prick against her asscheeks, he slid it up and down the damp crevice until the burgeoning tip rested against the tiny, pulsating ring which he had massaged with a little of her pussy oil, to make it glisten, as well.
Without a word, he mercilessly bore down on her, forcing his swollenly bloated penile point cruelly forward into her tightly resisting anal sphincter.
"Ohhhhhh ... uhhhhhhhh ... n-o-o-o-o-o0-0 ... " Phyllis gasped, but he continued pushing, forcing his thick penis slowly into the tightly clenched depths of her narrow rectum. Never before had she experienced such agony.
"Stay calm," Irv told her, "and the pain'll go away in a flash."
Tears once again spilled from the tiny bowls of her eyes. Inwardly she was swearing vengeance, knowing this was the last sexual pleasure these men would have, because in a little while they would soon be dead.
Clutching Phyllis's hips, he yanked her to her knees, bending her abused body forward unmercifully so she was on her elbows and knees as he pumped into her rear, painfully stretching her rectal interior. He slammed his cock all the way forward, sinking it to the hilt, then began moving it back and forth, forcing her rectum to adjust to his breadth.
Irv was getting impatient now, and he told his brother, "Turn her on her side so I can join this party."
Phyllis gasped, feeling her two channels seemingly stretch endlessly. Oh God!
It hurt terribly, yet it was such a lovely hurt. She was beginning to enjoy it, after all.
Irv lost no time in matching the pounding beat of his brother, fucking into her cunt as Eli fucked into her rectum. He rammed his groin repeatedly into hers, knifing his throbbing cock into her cunt as Eli continued pushing his penis into her rear-end.
Phyllis began to feel her nakedly tingling flesh wildly ripple, and the heated nerve endings in her pulsating body became flaringly alive as pulsations of unrealized lust began to swell into overpowering waves of thrilling passion, sweeping through her with the force of a whirling cyclone.
A high tidal wave of rapture was slamming into the depths of her flaring body, and the thrilling new delights mingled with the sharply wrenching pain as the latter continued diminishing. The moving penises inside her built thrilling excitement in her tender body higher and higher. Her mind was completely clear now as the effect of the scotch wore off, and her entire young form shook with barbaric passion, and with a deep groan of utter and total surrender, she permitted her body to accept the totally irresistible forces of lust. Her penis-ravaged body continued twisting and wriggling as she felt greater and greater thrills ravage her flashing self as she moved delightedly between the two males whose penises were fucking deep into the sucking vortexes of her trembling body. A raging whirlpool of utter sensation churned and twisted from the depths of her innermost self, and her loins slammed backward eagerly and anxiously to meet the brutally pounding penis pushing into her rectum. Then she slammed forward, thrilling to the solid stab of Irv's spearing cock as it clogged her narrow vaginal tunnel to the utmost..
Phyllis undulated and wriggled insanely, moving between the two pounding men.
Each movement built the thrills a little higher in her trembling, aching body, making her feel more and more ecstasy with the bestial rapture she was enjoying.
"Mmmmmmyyyyyeeeeeaaaaahhhhh oooh d'you feel it?" Irv asked, sensing the enlarging of her vaginal interior, signaling she was close to her orgasm.
Before she was able to answer, the climax charged through her shivering body, first through the nerve-endings in her behind, then in the tunnel of her narrow cunt, and the two thrilling sensations met head-on, somewhere in her trembling belly.
Finally it was over. For a brief while they lay there on the pool table, and then rose to get dressed.
"You still gonna come with me?" Eli asked her.
"Certainly," Phyllis nodded. "I don't want to be let out in the middle of nowhere."
CHAPTER NINE
It worked out precisely as Phyllis expected. Joyce was already behind the wheel of the car when the three of them came out of the house after cleaning away all traces of their ever having been there. Phyllis had stolen a coat from one of the closets, and in the right hand pocket of the coat she had slipped Joyce's revolver. The safety catch was off, and she knew, all she had to do was point the gun and shoot.
"Hey, what's going on?" Eli asked.
"Mmmmmyyyyyeeeeeaaaa aahh hhhh!" was all Irv got out before Joyce took the gun she had hidden under the car seat and fired point blank at both of them, killing them instantly.
Phyllis wasted no time, knowing Joyce would turn the gun on her next. While Joyce had been emptying her gun into the two brothers, she slipped Dianne's gun from the overcoat and fired once, putting a bullet in Joyce's brain. It was over.
Getting out of the car, she pulled the bodies, one at a time out of the car, dragged them to the bog, and let them sink into the mire, after making certain she'd taken all the money. Then she slid into the driver's seat and backed out of the swamp, and waited until daylight. When the car radio told her it was nine-o'clock, she drove to the nearest town where there were four different banks, and she rented a safe deposit box in each one of them under a different name, and then divided the money equally into each box.
Leaving the car and the overcoat she had stolen on a side street, wearing the clothing she had found in the basement of the house, she staggered to the nearby police station and identified herself and then proceeded to supposedly pass out.
For the next three days Phyllis was the center of attention. Reporters from every paper in the state were flocking around her, asking her all kinds of questions. Her story was very simple.
The four bank robbers had blindfolded her with a woolen cap pulled down over her eyes. They had driven to some pre-arranged hideout and remained there for twenty-four hours to make certain they hadn't been followed. Then they divided up the money, drove Phyllis to the nearby swamp, then took off, letting her walk to town, knowing by the time she got there they would be gone.
Phyllis knew she had to resume her old routine to avert any possible suspicion away from her. She was aware the police were no dummies and they would be watching her, to make sure her story checked out in every way.
So she returned to the bank and resumed her duties as cashier, knowing that sometime in the next couple of years she would be all but forgotten, and she would be able to begin putting the money into ten-percent savings certificates in various assumed names.
But she wasn't back at the bank a month before there was another holdup. This time two men with no women pulled the heist, and though they took a substantial amount of money, they seemed to know immediately that Phyllis was the hostage they wanted.
It wasn't until they were speeding away in the car that they pulled off their hats and pulled down their collars, and the older of the two men said, "My name is Alvin. This is my brother, Richard. We'd like to know what really happened to our two older brothers. You see, we don't buy that crap you handed the press about their taking off after letting you out in a swamp somewhere. Irv and Eli were supposed to pick us up, too. We were gonna form an investment company with Irv, but he never showed up, and honey, we're taking you to a place where we guarantee you'll tell us what really happened."
Phyllis, outwardly frightened, inwardly smiled, wondering how many more men would be foolish enough to take her as a hostage when they robbed the bank, for even as they spoke to her, she knew their eyes were looking over her body.
Finally she sighed and said, "Of course, gentlemen, of course. You can depend on me to tell you the real story." Her eyes glittered and she smiled. Here would be two more victims.
