Doreen Barton was an extremely impatient young lady. At the age of twenty-one, the lovely natural blonde had decided she'd had enough of the music conservatory where she had been studying serious music. She was not a concert person, and received no enjoyment from playing classical music. Doreen liked contemporary music, with a little jazz, rock, and country thrown in for good measure.
So she left the conservatory against the wishes of her parents and became part of a new band that was made up of other members of the conservatory who, themselves were not into "serious music." The other members of the orchestra had already gotten together and formed the group. The Pete Pecan Orchestra, and found themselves shy one piano player. When Doreen volunteered, the eleven other men were more than delighted to have her join the group. Their eyes lit up when they heard Pete Pecan, the leader, say, "Fine, Doreen. We can sure use a good piano player like you. The only thing is, you can't expect any special privileges."
"Privileges?" she asked curiously as the eyes of all the members wandered over her shapely form.
She had, very appealing breasts that thrust out very prominently, especially when she wore the red sweater that was at least one size too small. Though she wore a firm bra, harnessing her breasts, when she breathed they still wobbled because of their size. She had very large nipples, and even soft, they pressed firmly into the cups of her brassiere, and in turn into her sweater, standing out very prominently. Doreen, being behind her breasts and not in front of them, never really noticed the impression her nipples made in her sweater. Even when she looked in a mirror she never paid much attention to them. She had a narrow waist and very large, flaring hips. Her round buttocks would one day turn to fat if she didn't exercise, but at the moment her shapely buttocks shook strictly with firmness and muscle. The tight grey skirt she wore accented the shape of her asscheeks, and any man looking at her from behind would have been willing to swear he was able to see the division between her rear cheeks.
Coming or going, she jiggled. Either way, men loved looking at her, and almost every member of the orchestra, including Pete Pecan, who didn't ache to get his hands on her.
"Unless the places where we play have separate facilities for men and women, you're going to have to use the same bathrooms we use, change in the same dressing rooms, and because you're the most recent addition to the band, you'll have to do some fetching and carrying."
"Sounds just fine by me," Doreen nodded.
"Just so there's no misunderstanding," Pete said, stroking his thin, carefully trimmed mustache.
Pete was about five-feet ten inches tall, with dark black hair and olive skin. He had deliberately grown the mustache to make himself look older and more mature. It certainly didn't distract from his handsome face with its short, straight nose and glistening eyes. He had a granite jaw and a body to match. He and the men all wore casual short-sleeved white shirts and black slacks. It was the Pete Pecan image. Doreen would have to get herself some short-sleeved, white sweaters, the same size as the red one she was presently wearing, and she would have to get some black skirts.
As the piano player, Doreen was the only member of the orchestra who didn't have to carry her instrument. This was another excuse to use her to get the coffee and Danish or to go ahead and check out the room where they would be playing while the rest of the members of the orchestra settled into their rooms.
The first bus ride on the large bus they had chartered, taking them through upstate New Jersey, to all the little nightspots, wasn't uncomfortable, and Doreen, like all the others, slept well on the bus ride back, but when they reached Hoboken and were going to play their first weekend stand, Doreen discovered that Pete Pecan had booked six rooms at a nearby motel. Six room, twelve people, that meant two people to a room, except that Doreen was a female.
"Now look," she said to Pete after she had discovered what he had done. "I may not get special privileges, but as a woman I'm certainly entitled to a little privacy, aren't I?"
"We'll talk about it after we play the gig," Pete told her, and that night they played at the Chez La Femme, a second-rate nightspot until three in the morning.
"All right," Doreen said to him as they were heading to the motel. "Let's talk about me."
"Yeah," Pete nodded. "Let's talk about you. You'll get your privacy, just as I said, but no special privileges. You share a room just like everyone else. I'll do you a favor and let you share my room."
"Just what does that entail?" Doreen asked, wrinkling her nose.
"Smarten up," Pete told her. "I told you this wasn't going to be a bed of roses. Right now you're getting a full share of the proceeds just like the rest of us, even though you're new to the orchestra. I think that entitles ME to some special privileges."
"Hey now, wait a minute... "
"No, you wait a minute," he snapped back. "Think about it, honey. No other orchestra is going to take you on. If we leave you here, you'll be stranded and broke, and you won't have anyone to turn to. Hell, baby, there's nothing sacred about your body, and if you use it the right way, we can both of us have a ball."
"I'm not in any shape for anything at the moment," she told him. "It's my time of the month."
"I can wait," Pete told her. "In the meantime, we share the room and I won't touch you. You think about what I told you, honey. No matter how good you are, unless you find some all-girl's orchestra, you aren't going to get a job anywhere else. Right now we're playing the broken-down joints, but in a little while, when we're better known, we'll be playing the best nightclubs, making really good money. All you have to do to earn that money, aside from playing the piano, is to play the organ-the sex organ. Got my meaning?"
"Sure," she nodded, silently clenching her teeth and wanting to kill the man.
Still, what he said was factual. There really wasn't any other place where she might get a job playing the piano, unless she wanted to work in some broken-down dive where men would be pawing her all night long. She sure as hell didn't want to go back to the conservatory, nor did she want to become part of some kind of Carnegie Hall orchestra.
"You go on to the room," she told Pete. "I'll be there in a little while."
"Hey, I told you, if you're 'unwell' we don't, have to do anything tonight," he said to her.
"Thanks," she nodded, walking away from him and heading to the nearest drugstore. There, she bought contraceptive pills and, following the instructions, popped the first one into her mouth since it was the fifth night of her cycle. Now at least she didn't have to worry about becoming pregnant.
CHAPTER TWO
Sleeping with Pete Pecan that first night posed no physical problems for Doreen, but she felt embarrassed about sleeping in her shorty pajamas while he slept in his underwear. He snored, which made things difficult, and he talked in his sleep, mostly a lot of garbled nonsense she made neither head nor tail of.
The following day she awoke before him and took a long time in the bathroom, in a hot tub, washing herself out. Being a virgin, she had no desire to poke douche bones into her body. She had brought her clothing along with her into the bathroom. So was fully dressed when she emerged. Not that it mattered that particular morning since Pete Pecan was asleep.
The day was a drag, nevertheless she managed to entertain herself, going to a movie and doing window shopping. She was back for rehearsal by six-o'clock, and at seven-thirty they all had supper. By nine they were playing their second night at the dive, and afterward, they were all back on the bus again, heading for Saddle River.
Doreen didn't bother to enlighten Pete about the fact that her period was over, and so for that night and the four that followed, he left her alone. It was the Friday night, where they had a weekend layover in Paramus, that Pete walked up to her after they had finished playing and said, "Look, cutie, you and I both know your off the rag. So tonight's the night. Don't get any cute ideas about backing out."
It was a three night layover, because the place where they were playing did a thriving Sunday night business, as well, and Doreen knew her time of innocence had come to an end. She had no choice, because with each passing day, she and many of the orchestra members had become closer and closer as friends, and they were as close to Doreen as any possible family at the moment. The Pete Pecan Orchestra was all she had and she didn't want to lose it. Nevertheless, she knew she wasn't going to simply lie there and let Pete simply "do it to her." Her upbringing was such she knew she was going to offer some kind of resistance no matter how much she agreed, VERBALLY.
What made it even harder for Doreen were the eyes of the other ten members of the orchestra, looking at her as she and Pete headed through the motel lobby toward their room that fateful night.
It was as if they knew what was going to happen. Doreen didn't look back, and had no way of knowing just what was going on in the minds of the other ten men. The motel room was like a dozen others. There were two double beds, two washbasins in the far corner of the room outside the bathroom, a couch, and two chairs near the drape-covered window near the door. Doreen was so worried about what Pete had planned for her, she didn't notice colors.
She sat in one of the chairs while Pete went and took a long shower, and when he emerged from the bathroom wearing his robe, he motioned that it was her turn. Going inside carrying her own robe, she undressed, took a long, long shower, and after drying off, put the robe on, hoping that somehow Pete might be asleep when she emerged. It was a forlorn hope.
CHAPTER THREE
The orchestra leader, his hair slicked back, his mustache neatly trimmed, was sitting on the sofa smoking a cigarette when she came out. Seeing her, he exhaled and stubbed the cigarette out, and as she approached, he raised a hand, grabbed her by the wrist, and pulled her down to the couch. His mouth covered hers, letting her taste the cigarette smoke, and his hand wasted no time searching for and finding a full, rounded breast through the flimsy material of her bathrobe.
Oh Lord! Somehow Doreen knew she wasn't going to be able to stand it. How was she going to let this terrible man make love to her? Of all the members of the orchestra, she had come to like Pete least of all, perhaps because he had openly stated his intentions. She was already quivering, afraid.
Momentarily she began struggling automatically, doing her level best to keep his pillaging tongue from inside her mouth, while she fought to stop his rapacious hands from wandering all over the fullness of her body. She trembled, realizing somehow this was all futile. She had made an agreement with this terrible man, and she knew she was going to have to keep it.
I'm doing this for my future, she thought to herself. This is the one thing I have to remember at all times. One day, if the orchestra does well enough, and members break away to form their own little bands and orchestras, I'll break away too. If I just think about that, maybe I'll be able to block the thought of what he's doing to me from my mind. God help me!
She groaned, but it was not a groan of lust or sexual passion. The moaning sound seemed to come from the very depths of her tortured soul. It signaled to him that she was defeated, but Pete Pecan, hearing the groan, didn't interpret it that way. He thought she was groaning with desire for him. Having had his share of women, and knowing he was good when it came to fucking-Pete never made love. He fucked-he was determined to show the woman a good time, certain of his abilities.
"Take it easy, Doreen-honey," he whispered. "There's plenty of time, plenty of time."
His voice was croakingly hoarse with lust as he shoved her back on the couch and began kissing her long neck, his tongue lightly licking her throat, moving up and poking into her ear, the tip running around the edges. This was the first time any man had mouthed her so intimately, and Doreen began shivering.
In her youth, Doreen had been too busy in school to go out with boys. Besides, her parents were so strict, it soon got around each of the various schools she attended that she was no fun and she should be avoided. When she went to the conservatory she was so busy, she didn't have time for men. Not that she was totally ignorant about what went on between men and women. Her roommate at the conservatory was a girl who had found time for both, men and music. More than once the roommate had brought a man into the room. Doreen had pretended to be asleep in her bed while watching the roommate go at it with the man in the next bed. But she, herself, had never had anything to do with men, until now.
"You're one helluva delectable little blonde," Pete told her, as she lay stretched full length on the sofa, her thighs clamped, dreading the moment when he would touch her between them.
His hand was roaming over the flatness of her belly, across her robe, moving lower to the bottom of the robe. Then his fingers were under the hem, touching the warm flesh of her white thigh, parting the robe as his arm moved up, exposing her completely to his lustful gaze as his hand touched the softness of her silken pelvic hairs. He grinned at her and slid a finger smoothly down, inserting it into the crease at the top of her quivering vaginal slit. The finger slowly moved lower, seeking, finally finding the small, button of her tender clitoris, rubbing it to arouse the sexuality in her.
Doreen cringed with each little pressure, her mind wrestling desperately with the principles and value judgments she had been taught, trying to rationalize just why she was doing this.
"Please... please... Pete... don't do this... don't... " she begged, feeling his strong fingers force her tender thighs farther apart, his probing middle finger massaging her cuntlips.
"Stop the bullshit!" Pete insisted. "You're gonna get fucked and that's all there is to it."
"No, oh no!" she gasped, clamping her legs tightly around the finger he had inserted in her slit.
"Open those legs, gorgeous," he told her. "I don't wanna have to get rough with you, but I'm not stopping now."
"Pete, I can't... I just can't... " she insisted.
"You either open those legs or you can use 'em to start walking."
"Maybe I'd better start walking. Sometimes a girl's very best friend can be her legs."
"Yeah, well even the best of friends MUST part."
His finger applied more pressure into her soggy slit, and she unwillingly relaxed the muscles of her thighs, allowing the marble-white, curving columns to splay out a little, revealing the pretty pink gash glistening wetly there, a golden ring of sparse hair lining the soft femininity where the petals of her cuntlips protruded slightly. Like a tiny nether tongue peeping out, her clitoris emerged from its protective canopy of flesh.
Then Pete began in earnest.
His finger traced the thin, pink furrow of her softly naked vagina, and she began squirming and shivering with abhorrence at the lewdness of his tracing finger. There was a moment of almost masochistic enjoyment, of prurient, delicious agitation, a feeling she was unable to explain, and it came when Pete insinuated his finger deeper and deeper into her warm, tremulously wet vagina.
In her total helplessness, something was starting to happen to Doreen, something she was completely incapable of explaining to herself. The spreading warmth in her belly, the tingling awareness and the heightened sensations seemed to center where his probing finger delved. She was starting to feel pleasure-forbidden pleasure.
Doreen moaned in an agony of emotional conflict, not recognizing the sensual desire she was beginning to feel, her nerve-endings alive with a sizzling electric shock, her loins automatically surging up and down, responding to him, not wanting to, but doing so, anyway.
The blonde wondered why he didn't simply throw himself on her and JUST DO IT.
She wriggled her buttocks against the couch's soft cushions as she sought to escape his worming finger, her moan already beginning to change to a helpless whimper as his fingers taunted the tight, sensitive portal, gently digging into it again and again, finally parting to softly curling pubic hair, all at once making sudden electrifying contact with the tiny, pulsing head of her erect clitoris. She felt moisture continually seeping from her as forbidden sexual excitation now filled her entire being. She found herself clenching her teeth to hold back her groan of pleasure. She would not succumb to the salacious sensations building inside her tormented body.
She had to fight back. She simply mustn't allow this terrible man to force himself on her and violate her inner being. What kind of craziness had been going through her mind, telling herself she had to give in just to keep a job. Forcefully she pushed her hands against his chest, trying to shove him away from her.
"No! Stop it! Damn you! I won't!" she snapped. "Get off me!"
Pete merely smiled and clamped her two wrists together in his left hand, holding them above her head as he pinned her to the sofa with his body.
"You little BITCH!" he snapped at her, forcing a hip and leg between her thighs while the finger of his other hand went on plundering the moist openness of her helplessly sucking vagina. "You are going to get fucked, baby, but no one'll ever say you were raped, because when I'm through with you, you'll be climbing the walls, begging me for it. So relax and cooperate."
"Never!" she gasped. "I'll NEVER beg you for it."
"We'll see," he laughed in her face.
Slowly Doreen stopped her struggling and let her body relax into the soft couch, the mad horror of her helpless and defenseless situation sinking into her frantic brain. She was trapped. All she was able to do was lie there and let the man have his way with her. He was going to use her, and he claimed he was going to make her love being used.
Tears of humiliation streaked down her cheeks, revulsion for her own reactions to his fingers, catching in her throat as she discovered the tantalizingly cruel play of his fingers on her cunt. It elicited uncontrollable responses in the aroused wetness of the feminine slit between her luscious thighs.
His voice was loud and raspy in her ear, his breath hot against her as he said, "Starting to feel good, isn't it."
She tossed her head to the side, trying desperately to twist her face away from him, but words of disgust caught in her throat and she was unable to speak, the sensual shock of his maddening fingers massaging her quivering clitoris, causing her to work her wriggling buttocks deeper into the soft sofa cushions to escape the frenzied, nerve-shocking sensations already coursing through her softly vibrating vagina.
"UNH! GOD! OH NO!" she whimpered, and all the while he continued his manipulation of her velvety soft hot cunt.
Pete moved his slender, hardened, masculine body above hers, freeing her wrists so he was able to grip her long, fluffy blonde hair. He lifted her head and kissed her mouth wetly, his tongue sliding between her lips as his finger continued massaging her naked vagina.
"We're gonna take our robes off now, honey," he whispered softly to her.
She knew she was going to let him remove her robe. Her body was aroused, unbelievably aroused, and there was nothing she was able to do to fight the feeling.
He lifted her body from the sofa and peeled the robe from her shoulders, then pulled it out from under her and threw it to the side. Pete was gasping as his talon-like fingers enclosed her warm, vibrant flesh, heatedly kneading and squeezing the sensitive nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. Finally he lowered his mouth, taking one of the hardened pink buds between his lips, slurping all over the areola, as well. He sucked maddeningly, then transferred his mouth to the other breast, paying it similar homage. His long, wet tongue trailed through the narrowness that separated the two mammalian monuments. Doreen's stomach muscles tightened as he slowly began slithering down the length of her shuddering body, his tongue licking into the cup of her navel, teasing it while his hands kept up a brutal kneading of her aching breasts.
Doreen wriggled, feeling his hands leave her breasts, moving along her slender ribcage and the outsides of her thighs to her knees, then back up the insides of her warm thighs, forcing them farther apart, exposing her delicious pinkness to him completely, his breath rasping in his throat as his fingers teased her virginal labia.
Doreen kept her eyes tightly closed as he got to his feet and hurriedly took off his own robe. She hadn't the courage to look.
"You'll have to face the orchestra leader's baton sooner or later, honey, so you might as well open up those eyes of yours," he insisted.
Slowly, reluctantly, she opened her eyes, and gasped aloud. He was back on the couch, nakedly kneeling between her thighs, his handsome face twisting into a distorted grin. Involuntarily her eyes swept along the length of his hardened body to his thick, stiffened penis standing out obscenely below. Her eyes widened, unable to believe what she was looking at. Though Pete was a strong, rugged man, at five-feet-ten-inches in height he wasn't really considered tall. But the penis he sported looked long enough and thick enough to be attached to an eight-foot giant. She watched his hand caressing his thick rod, stroking it back and forth, the foreskin slipping easily over the blood-bloated corona with each stroke. It was much larger than anything she had seen attached to the boys her roommate had brought back to the conservatory dorm.
"Big, huh?" Pete chuckled with pride.
Doreen continued staring at him, feeling degradation at the sight of her own naked body spread shamelessly before him. She felt so utterly helpless facing what she believed was a madman.
He had to be a madman. Only a madman would enjoy debauching a woman as brutally as he was handling her. There was a cruel gleam from his whitely shining teeth as he looked down at her, realizing he had her in a helpless position.
This was the FIRST time in Pete Pecan's forty-two years that he actually had to put a woman into this sort of position. All the other women he had known had all fallen prey to his good looks. Though he was forty-two, he looked at least ten years younger. He was trying to make up for lost time, now.
Pete had married at an early age, seventeen, and his wife had given him a son less than a year later. Then she had gone and run off with some kind of salesman, leaving him to raise the boy, Andy. So Pete raised him, and when the boy attended the music conservatory, Pete had gone along with him, and it was there he had gotten the idea to start his own orchestra.
He and Andy had gotten some of the best musical talent there together, and they had quietly sneaked off some nights to play at a local nightclub to earn a little extra money, and it was decided they would make more money as a pop orchestra than doing anything classical. So the Pete Pecan Orchestra had been born.
Doreen had been one of the few really beautiful women at the conservatory, and Pete had wanted to make time with her. But she was so busy studying, she had no time for him or any other man. Well he was going to make it all up tonight, with a vengeance. He was going to fuck this beautiful blonde silly and show her all the glories she had been missing.
Doreen was afraid. This man who was supposed to be looking out for her was taking advantage of her. There was wild hunger in his glittering eyes as she watched the misery to which he was subjecting her make him chuckle. She wondered if he was a sadist.
Her eyes fixed themselves on the lust-bloated cock gripped in his hand. The sheer size terrorized her. It would rip her to shreds She was certain she would never be able to withstand such a hammer pounding into her body.
"Like it?" Pete asked, unaware she had never seen a penis this closely before. "Wait'll we fit this into that tight little cunt of yours," he continued, tormenting her even more. "You'll really know you've been FUCKED."
Again tears welled up in her round eyes as she realized he was so bent on his own pleasure he would never show her any mercy. The sex-crazed maniac was going to ravish her helpless body. Now she began to understand what it was like to be alone. She was totally at the man's mercy.
Leaning forward, Pete suddenly dropped the full weight of his body on her, momentarily knocking the breath from her lungs as the long, solid shaft of his throbbing cock pulsating against the tender softness of her squirming belly. His brazenly searching hands once again began squeezing her breasts while his mouth avidly sought hers. She lay there, horrified.
After some long moments passed, Pete raised his head, exclaiming "WOW! You really taste good, but you aren't reacting. Believe me, before I'm through with you, you'll be flipping like a pancake."
She didn't understand why he insisted she would love it, and then she realized he had once again slid down until his head was mere inches above the juncture of her thighs, and the realization of what he was going to do made her open her eyes wide with horror.
There, between her long legs, still kneeling, his hands pressing apart the soft, warm pillars of her slender alabaster thighs, Pete Pecan gazed down hungrily at the thin pink furrow of her delectable womanhood. She stared, petrified as his hands moved up and his thumbs placed themselves against the soft, trembling lips of her vagina, parting the soft curls of pubic hair, then drawing the inner lips apart, exposing her innermost passageway to his hungrily licentious stare.
Doreen was aware of the heat of his breath on her sensitive coral flesh, and she moaned aloud in agonized shame as, still watching, she saw his head drop between her loins, feeling the moist length of his tongue slide snake-like into her defenselessly quivering vagina.
Tremulously her shuddering body responded, twitching with convulsive determination, wanting to escape this unnatural outrage being perpetrated against her defenseless feminine orifice. Her hips ground up and down, pushing back into the cushions as a morass of revulsion welled up inside her while his licking oral member continued furiously moving in and out of her.
She was groaning, thinking of him as a perverted beast. This was so humiliating, so debasing, why did it have to happen to her?
"Oh Pete!" she gasped, "this is DISGUSTING!"
Then she felt the shamelessly wanton, forbidden pleasure starting to course through her entire body. and she knew it was because of what his tongue was doing in her moist vaginal furrow.
Doreen began inwardly fighting with desperation to keep from acknowledging the wildly sensual twinges of sexual wantonness starting to race through her own shuddering loins, subverting her physical being to this horrible man's will. She realized her physical self was betraying her mind. Her own body had turned against her.
Suddenly she saw his eyes staring at her face above the golden fluff on her loins, staring through the twin peaks of her lovely breasts, watching as his mouth and tongue continued laboring at the wide-spread slit between her thighs with wetly obscene sucking sounds, and somehow she knew he was waiting for her to surrender by actually begging him to deliver the coup-de-grace; his penis into her vagina. The feelings were driving her wilder and wilder, but Doreen was determined to keep some semblance of control. She would not surrender herself to this vileness.
Pete's wide eyes remained fixed on the loveliness of her contorted face, his tongue still thrusting unceasingly into her searingly flaming vagina. He watched with ruthless satisfaction as she continued to fight a losing battle with herself.
He pursed his lips around the erectly pulsing shaft of the miniature phallus that was her clitoris. He listened with delight as she whimpered in agony; an agony of pleasure. He gripped the tiny trembling bud between his teeth and held it firmly, running his tongue around and around it, finally coming to the sensitive member where he laved and massaged it with his oral organ. Soon he felt the involuntary jerk of her womanly loins as they ground toward him in uncontrollable rhythmic counterpoint to his probing tongue. The blonde's head began wildly flailing from side to side, the inner sensations so thrillingly intense she was unable to control the mewling whimpers of pleasure coming from the depths of her shuddering chest. He reached under her and drew her legs up, draping them over his shoulders as his hands shoved themselves under the quivering mounds of her shapely ass, pulling them cruelly up against him.
Doreen's sighs of involuntary delight filled the small room as he continued shoving his agile length of probing tongue deep into the searingly wet and shuddering depths of her wildly clasping vagina. Abruptly, her hands reached out and her fingers entangled themselves in his slicked-down hair, pulling his face tightly into her steaming crotch. She had lost the desperate battle with herself.
Doreen was his, absolutely his. She belonged to Pete Pecan for the moment. He was the absolute master and she was his to do with as he pleased. She was lost beyond recall.
Pete realized she was surrendering herself to him. His patience in not simply fucking into her had been well worth it. Jesus! He had plans for this one. He was going to use her to hold the orchestra together and make sure none of the guys eventually either went off on their own or started a competing orchestra. As long as they had a body like this to share amongst themselves, they would think twice about leaving.
Doreen's buttocks jerked and spasmed moving in circles, bouncing in time to the plunging tongue. All she was able to do was obey the demanding sensations of her shuddering loins. Her buttocks continued jerking and spasming as she steadily pulled on the man's hair and charges of electricity leaped from her unknowing loins. She gasped, unable to believe it when she felt the tip of his tongue slide across her perineal flesh and lick at her anus.
Doreen wanted to scream out her pleasure but it was totally subverted into a moan of sensual delight as his lancing wet tongue continued flicking wetly at her anal opening. It was only a momentary digression from his goal, and soon his tongue was back at work in the cup of her loins. She gasped and shuddered feeling unfulfilled pleasure continually mounting inside her. Doreen realized that even though she had never been made love to before, his penis was the only hose capable of putting out the fire in her. She had seen her girl friend in the bed next to her at the conservatory act this same way and had been unable to understand why the girl had begged each of the men she had brought back with her to fuck her. Fuck! Yes that was the word she had used. Now she understood why the girl had begged. Still, her virginity meant, no matter how good he was, she would feel pain, and was the pain worth the satisfying of her physical demands?
Pete saw the twisted look on her face, and he realized that she was as hot as she was going to get. He had wanted to hear her beg for his cock, but never having had an orgasm, she wasn't aware of the fulfillment it gave her. This one time he would have to fuck her without hearing her beg for his cock.
Jerking his head free of her insistent hands in his hair, he raised his face and looked at her with a twisted smile.
"You're hot enough to fuck now, baby, and what's more you want it, so don't bother denying it.
Doreen felt paralyzed, incapable of moving. Her eyes looked down, locking on his long, thick penis. She knew it was going to be grinding around inside her. Though her mind was terrified of it, her body was screaming for it.
"Okay," he said, moving up on his knees until his penile head was rubbing against her seething cuntlips. "Make it easy on yourself. You grab my cock with those sweet hands of yours and push the head into that tight pussy of yours."
"Don't humiliate me anymore by making me a party to your defloration of my body," she gasped.
But even as she said it her hand, sliding forward against her will, reached for his monstrous, cowled, red-tipped rod. Then her fingers encircled the lust-bloated cock, for the first time feeling the texture of it, and she rubbed the bulbous head up and down between her cuntlips, parting her golden hair-lined vaginal labia, her brain shudderingly shocked, reeling with both, fear and anticipation.
Pete, feeling the tip pressing against the opening, flicked his hips forward a little and the solid, rubbery head forced its way into the tight elastic opening, stretching it cruelly.
"YAAAGGGHHH!" Doreen shrieked, unused to the pain.
Pete, not wanting her to be heard, grabbed the throw-pillow beneath her head and crammed it into her mouth.
Gagging, Doreen was certain his hard cock would rip her asunder, feeling her resilient flesh being stretched more and more as the pressure became more and more unbearable. She had known it would hurt, but one can never imagine pain one has never felt. Now she was feeling it.
His cock-head was pressing firmly against her hymen now, and with a cocking of his hips, he snapped forward, smashing it to shreds and plunging forward even more deeply. The pain was almost more than Doreen was able to withstand. Her clogged mouth was open wide as she gagged "GGGHHHLLLFFFRRRGGGHHHWWWFFFG!"
Her pain-tortured eyes pleaded with him for mercy, but from the pleasurable look on his face at the tightness of his cock being surrounded by her cunt, she knew there never would be no mercy. His obvious pleasure was evident as he grimaced with hot lust as he continued his inexorable impalement of her buffeted vagina.
Inch by inch his throbbingly massive cock continued boring into her vaginal vault until suddenly, he thrust it the last few inches with all his strength, sending the rock-stiff shaft plunging into her tightly resisting passage with overpowering force.
She gagged, "UUUURRRRCCCCHHHH GGGGGNNNNNNFFFFFFFFF UUUGGGHHHHH!!!"
The swollen, inflated penis burrowed itself to the deepest part of her cuntal canal, pushing warm walls of resisting flesh before it until she felt his heavy sperm-laden testicles smack solidly against the smooth, white cheeks of her nakedly upturned buttocks.
Doreen groaned from the agony. Her vagina hurt. She knew she was bleeding inside, though she didn't know how badly.
Pete lay still on top of her for a moment, breathing hard, the air raspy in his throat, then he grunted and expanded his buried phallus deep inside her, flexing it in the tightness of her soft, fleshy sheath, moving it into her vagina another fraction of an inch deeper.
Doreen felt still more pain, her body twitching as Pete continually repeated the action several times, each time eliciting tearful groans of agony and shame from her. But little by little, with the passage of time, the stretched passage began to slowly accommodate the great length and breadth of the throbbing phallus deep inside her wet love channel. Her grunts of pain became fewer and fewer as he began a slow, grinding motion of his pelvis, insinuating his cock even more deeply into her naked cunt, expanding and stretching the resilient, formerly virginal walls until her whimpers of pain slowly but surely turned into the same soft mewls of pleasure he had heard when licking her pussy.
Doreen was on fire. She was ready to beg, at least as far as Pete was concerned. Lifting himself on stiff arms above her, he withdrew his massive cock from between her cuntwalls until only the thick head remained. He stayed that way for a moment, waiting, and sure enough, he felt imperceptible twitching in her vagina as she tried crawling up the length of his staff. Finally, smiling, he began slowly powering it back into her. He used short, smooth strokes, letting her cunt accustom itself to his cock, her body reacting automatically of its own volition, her fight against the lewd sensual sensation in her trembling loins already lost forever. She had no further will to fight back.
Doreen was unable to control herself, feeling her body responding to the increasing speed and deepness of his drives. She squirmed, wriggling under the man as he pressed his lust-hungry mouth against hers, thrusting her tongue deep into his throat to be sucked.
Without realizing it, she suddenly began grinding her loins in response to the way he was fucking her, her lovely face lined and contorted, her eyes glazed, nostrils flaring and her breath coming in a jerkily panting rhythm of the eternally ancient dance of physical coupling. She was half of the two-backed beast.
Never in her life did Doreen believe such feelings existed. First there had been unbelievable pain, and little by little it had been replaced by unbelievable delight. She hated to admit it, but this was the most magnificent sensation her body had ever known, and now she understood why her girlfriend at the conservatory had enjoyed so many different men.
She discovered it was easy to move with him, sliding her soft vagina up and down the length of his thick shaft. The intensity of her sensations became more delicious. She hadn't known that lying beneath a man, his thick cock locked in her cunt would ever be this good. Rape though it was. it was fantastic.
Pete, seeing she was more than his willing slave for the moment, was determined to make her feel even more. He reached down with his right hand, moving it beneath her gyrating buttocks and dipped it into the viscous moisture that seeped from her well-plugged coral tunnel before placing the tip of it against the rubbery pucker of her rear passage. He was aware of her sharp intake of breath as he began pressing, pushing it slowly into her back passage.
His words seemed to arouse and inflame Doreen even more, though she refused to admit as much. Though she refused to admit out loud, she wanted to feel the finger deeper in her rectum. It hurt a little, but it also added to the thrilling sensation she was feeling.
With his finger buried all the way inside her, he began thrusting into her with increasing speed, feeling the bulge of his cock through the thin membrane separating her two passageways. He fucked hard, and was pleased to feel her anxiously responding.
Doreen writhed uncontrollably beneath him, grinding up and down on his throbbing cock, moving with mounting fury, her legs wildly jerking, her toes curling against the bottoms of her feet, her bouncing buttocks slamming downward each time to the upthrust of his finger into her rear tunnel. Then Pete felt the need to climax, and so pulled his finger from her rear passageway in order to push both hands into the sofa cushions on either side of her and pump all the more furiously into her.
Doreen's face twisted with passion, because she, too, was feeling something building inside her. She grunted, keeping her teeth clamped tightly shut, but Pete knew the sound and he pounded into her cunt that much harder. He was slaving away, solidly jackhammering into her.
Inwardly, Pete was astonished and delighted. He had known a lot of women. All of them had loved his cock, but this was the first one able to take the full length of him inside. He was going to reward her by making her come along with him.
Then the orgasm was there for her.
Doreen began tossing her head, her body tightly convulsing as wave after wave of muscular relaxation changed to muscular contraction, bringing to the heights where brilliant, multicolored stars, planets, and meteors played through infinity. For a moment the blonde woman was one with the stars, her spirit soaring free for ages, the moments of time expanded for her. Then she found herself falling through limitless space as she screamed, cramming the throw-pillow deeper into her mouth with her own hands, "AAAUUUWWWGGGHHHLL-LCCCHHHFFFWWWUUUMMMF-FFAAAGGGLLLCCCHHHAAAGGGHHH!"
Pete pounded into her, feeling her tremors, and he was delighted, knowing if he was able to make a virgin climax, then she would be his any time he wanted to use her again. In the meantime, she was free to be used by the rest of the band. They had been waiting for him to make his move because just about every man in the band wanted his turn at Doreen. He'd let them have her, too, but not when they were in the motels. In the motels she would room with him. There was plenty of other times and places where they would be able to use her.
In the meantime, his own orgasm welled up within him and he bellowed, "YYYAAARRRGGGHHHUUUNIMNGGGH-H HAAAGGGGHHHAAAGGGHH-HUUURRRGGGHHHAAANNNGGHH!" and he began firing sperm into her body, filling her with his seething, splashing fluids.
The heat filling her womanly tunnel set Doreen off on another round of orgasmic delight. She began climaxing uncontrollably, her cunt tightening around his cock to the point where the blood in the many sacs in his penis was unable to recede. As a result, his cock, for the moment remained hard. He was unable to move it in and out of her tight pussy and was forced to keep the full length of it buried in her as her walls squeezed the cock again and again. He was so ultra-sensitive he was going out of his mind. He wanted to pull his penis from within her shuddering self, but her nails dug into his buttocks, and her vaginal lips were a tight rubber band around the base of his cock.
"All right, all right," he gasped, as the throw pillow fell from her mouth. "Let me out."
"No!" she said with a vengeance. "You started this, well I'm finishing it. You're staying right where you are until I'm fully satisfied."
With that, she dug her heels into the sofa cushions and rotated her body around and around on his pile-driving flagpole. She came a third and a fourth time, and even then she wasn't content. She clamped her arms tightly around his body and held him to her as she slowly drifted off to sleep with his cock inside her. They remained that way for an hour, until her body relaxed enough for the blood to retreat from his cock so the organ was able to shrink and he was able to withdraw. He stumbled to the bed and fell asleep.
CHAPTER FOUR
Doreen was a changed woman overnight. Not that she thought in terms of being totally promiscuous, but she realized her continued success with the band depended on her sexual prowess as much as her piano-playing. It was no longer a question of whether or not she would put out for other members of the orchestra. The only question was, who would be next?
For the next two nights she stayed with Pete Pecan, but he was strangely reluctant to take her on again. She had totally sapped him of all his strength that first night, and he was actually a little afraid of her. Doreen knew it, and it would have made her smile except for the fact that he had unleashed a monster in her. The monster was the aching need for orgasmic satisfaction, and he was no longer able to provide it.
Their New Jersey stint was over, and though they would have loved to have played upstate New York next. New York wasn't quite ready for them. They had to travel all the way to Delaware, and it was on the bus that she began avidly reading a few books on sexual intercourse put out by some highly respectable doctors. She began learning about things she had never even thought about. Though Pete had taught her the glories of cunnilingus, he hadn't taught her anything about fellatio. It was just as well. If he had tried making her suck his cock that night she would have bitten it off. But she was getting curious about it, because in all the books she read, the doctors claimed all the women who indulged in it, didn't do it merely for the sake of the men they were with, but for the oral enjoyment of it.
CHAPTER FIVE
They reached Wilmington two days after leaving New Jersey, and as usual, Doreen did all the fetching and carrying as far as pizzas, hot coffee, and doughnuts were concerned. She was so good at the piano she needed less rehearsal than the other, anyway.
In Wilmington, they were going to play for two different weddings and a college dance. It wasn't the night club work they were hoping for, but it was eating money while Pete set up a few local nightspots.
Bob Ronson was the bass fiddle player in the orchestra. He was good at it, but everyone laughed seeing him standing next to it because he was shaped like his instrument. He had a good-looking face, short, curly, dark-brown hair, and a barrel of a body that weighed in at three-hundred-and-fifty pounds. The man was six-feet-three-inches tall, and a lot of his weight was muscle. He had lifted weights at one point in his life. Unfortunately, at least a hundred-and-thirty pounds of his weight was pure fat.
Bob looked at Doreen no less covetously than any of the other orchestra members, and on the evening they were going to play at a college dance, after all the other members had gone to the motel to get some rest. Bob stayed because he saw Doreen there, tuning the piano, making sure it sounded right.
Doreen, in her white sweater and black skirt, after finishing the tuning of the piano, was thinking of returning to the motel room where she would somehow or other seduce Pete Pecan again. It had been a full week since he had raped her and taught her the joys of sex. As far as she was concerned, the son of a bitch now had an obligation to keep her happy.
She walked off the large stage of the room where the dance was to be held, heading backstage, and that was when she spotted Bob Ronson hungrily looking at her.
"Hi, Bob," she said, seeing the look in his eye. She wondered how it would feel to make it with another man. Sure Bob was a bit heavy, but so what. It didn't mean he felt less desires than anyone else. Hell, no! She wanted to score with someone, and since Pete was obviously afraid of her, and Bob was handy and anxious, why not give him a shot at her.
"What's going down?" she asked, walking to the darkest part of the backstage area, which still had some shadowy lighting.
"Uhhh... look... Doreen... " he began, "I was kind of wondering . .
"Well don't wonder," she said to him. "Just unroll that old carpeting over there, and we'll get down to what you'd like to do."
"Huh?"
"You want me to fuck," she said to him. "I'm not only the piano player. I'm the unpaid whore of the group. Pete made me that way, and all you guys want to fuck me, so why not? If I fight it, I end up God-only-knows-where. But if I need help from you in the future. Bob, if I need a man to back me up in case some other guy gets too rough, can I count on you?"
"Why... uhhh... sure... sure... anytime, Doreen," he said, nervously licking his lips and unrolling the carpet.
It was a thick, shag carpet, and it had just been cleaned before being rolled up, so there was no dust flying around. Doreen stepped onto it as Bob backed away, looking at her. Even though the light was dim, he was able to see her clearly enough.
She slipped her sweater over her head and draped it over an unused klieg light on a stand in the corner. Bob felt his throbbing cock give a solid jerk as he saw the rich pink of her areola when she loosened her brassiere. She took off her skirt next, revealing she had no half slip underneath, just panties. She was wearing socks at the time instead of pantyhose, so she didn't bother kicking off her shoes.
"When was the last time you got it on with a woman?" Doreen asked, deciding to tease the heavy man a little.
"Couple of months ago, before we started out with the orchestra," he told her, perspiring profusely.
"Was she good-looking?" Doreen asked.
"Hell! She was a woman. She asked for fifteen bucks, and I gave it to her," Bob told her nervously.
He was looking at her body as it stood in the semi-light, looking at the way yellow light slanted across her bare midriff. She wasn't really moving, yet her body looked as if it were undulating in time to some kind of music.
Doreen smiled and turned her back to him, and with her hands on her hips wiggled her buttocks at him. Even without high heels, stockings and a garter belt, she looked terribly sexy. The brassiere was unhooked, and he was able to see the smoothness of her back right down to the line of her panties. When she turned around again, her brassiere barely hid her breasts.
"Am I more sexy than she was. Bob?" Doreen asked. "You can tell me the truth. Either way. you're going to get me without fifteen dollars, or for that matter, any dollars."
Bob gulped and continued standing there, feeling his throbbing cock swell to full mast as he looked at the blonde woman's loveliness. Her long, tapering legs seemed to curve all the more as she turned again and shook her buttocks at him. The movement caused her panties to ride into the crevice between her asscheeks, making her white gluteal mounds look all the more enticing. With a seductive look over her shoulder, she said, "Why don't we just lie down here so you can tell me all about the girl."
Slowly she stepped back into the more shadowed area, and Bob simply stood there, trying to see into the darkness. He stared, looking hard, but all he was able to see was her outline. Then her brassiere came flying out of the darkness and he caught it and draped it over some floor scenery that was piled in another corner. When he turned to look at her again, her panties all but hit him in the face, the crotch slamming against his nose. He inhaled deeply, enjoying the scent of her. He turned and put the panties down with the brassiere.
When he turned around again, he found her lying on the carpet on the floor, on her back. Her mammoth breasts seemed to flow upward and outward, her nipples a rich pink and very distended. Her breasts were amazingly solid considering how large they were, jutting straight up. She lay with one leg across her body. Then she slowly straightened the leg and spread her two thighs wide apart.
Bob moved so he was standing facing her vagina, and his eyes hungrily zeroed in on her blonde pelvic area where he was able to see the rich fullness of her vagina, and the pouting of her labia. He stared, wiping his hand across his mouth to remove some drool, and she let her hips gyrate teasingly, suggestively.
With a gasping cry the heavy man hurried to where she lay and hurled his great bulk on top of her. He landed, fully clothed, his wide-open, cavernous mouth covering hers, and his hands running up and down her trembling body. He was shocked, surprised, unable to believe the intensity of his own sexual response.
Doreen lay there, unable to breathe for a moment because his weight had knocked the breath out of her. But as breath flowed back into her lungs, and he lifted his bulk from her a little, she began grinding her body upward. His anxious hands pawed at her body repeatedly, trying to get his clothing out of the way at the same time. His mouth was hungrily kissing hers, and Doreen thrust her tongue into his mouth.
The two of them writhed together on the carpet and his hands felt the firmness of her jutting hip bones as his fingers skittered wildly all over her shuddering body. He rudely grabbed her breasts and squeezed them, and then his hands moved down to the softness of her asscheeks powerfully pummeling them. He felt the heated oils seeping from her cunt as he cupped his hands over the lovely hairy lips, feeling how hot and swollen they were.
Bob rolled off her and managed to leap to his feet, and Doreen was on her own feet, helping him out of his own clothes. She had him stripped to his boxer shorts in almost no time, his hard cock bulging and making the shorts stick out. It was Doreen who forced him to lie down, and then fought his hands away as she peeled his undershorts from his legs and took them off. The monstrous cock sprang into sight, solidly waving and rigidly erect.
Doreen stared down at him as she let her lush body hover over his hairless chest, propping herself up on her arms. She began teasing him by tantalizingly allowing the tips of her nipples to skim across his chest. Her breasts felt delighted at being able to rub against the body of a man again.
"Was she a good fuck for you?" Doreen asked in a whisper.
Yearning to roll over and plow right into the lovely blonde, drunk with sexual delight. Bob was bewildered for a moment and asked, "Was who a good fuck for me?"
That girl you were talking about, the whore you paid the fifteen dollars to. Tell me. Bob, what did she do to earn the money from you?"
As an inducement to answer, the lovely blonde woman lowered her body a little so that the flatness of her hot, silken belly was rubbing against the upstanding tip of his throbbing prick. She rocked slowly back and forth, then up and down, applying just enough pressure to tease him and make his penile head swell even larger.
Bob groaned, Geez, what difference does it make what the hell that whore did?"
"No difference at all," Doreen cooed. "But I want to hear all about what she did to you," she said, putting a knee between his heavy thighs and forcing him to spread his legs even wider. Slowly she allowed her weight to come down on him, the flat of her lower belly rubbing against his abdomen, and her breasts all but pushing into his face.
"All kinds of things," Bob admitted, breathing very heavily, running his hands down her back, feeling the small trestle of her spine quiver beneath his touch. Then he allowed his fingers to spider their way down to her buttocks, rubbing the fatty cheeks and then sliding between her thighs and rubbing her pussy. God! She had one hot little cunt, all right.
"Translate all kinds a' things," she said to him.
"Well, you know."
"I'm still new at all this. You tell me."
"Mmmm... the usual."
"So then tell me."
"She did what just about all whores do if you ask 'em to, I guess."
"Well let me hear," she said to him.
She looked at Bob Ronson with burning, hazy eyes, first really feeling her inner excitement rise as her vagina began to twitch. She was lying on top of a flesh mountain, but his cock was so long, it stood above the mountain and poked at her thighs. She was enjoying herself immensely and intended getting the man to tell her just what it was the whore had done. She wanted to hear it to make sure she wasn't doing anything perverted. Then she would totally subjugate him by doing something similar to him.
"Well, they kind of make all different kinds of love."
"Not they," Doreen insisted. "I want to hear what this one specific whore in particular did."
Bob closed his eyes. He was being driven out of his mind by her writhing, wriggling body. Drunk with desire for her, having admitted it was a long time since he'd been balled, he finally said, "Well, she fucked me for awhile, but what really turned me on was when she took my cock in her mouth and kept on sucking until I came in her throat."
"Ahhhaahhh!"
It was a long, low exclamation of pleasure as Doreen finally heard what she wanted to hear. Yes, other women did perform what the book called fellatio, after all.
Slowly now, she began slithering down the amorphous bulk of his huge body, her hungry mouth nibbling, licking, kissing, and biting. She paused to let the flat of her tongue lick at his masculine nipples, then pressed her lips against the rest of his chest, causing all kinds of lustfully crude and delicious sensations to run madly through him, letting lust continually scorch his cock and balls.
Doreen made a wet trail across his belly, pausing to let her tongue lick into his navel. Like all heavy men. Bob had a tendency to wash himself extra-carefully, knowing he perspired so much more heavily. He tasted of deodorant soap. Her tongue continued slipping lower, moving to the base of his large stomach. She might have licked further down, into his pelvic hedge. She was so excited at the sight of his penis, wondering what the tip tasted like, she moved her mouth to the redly glowing head and licked out with her tongue, letting it flick across the point of his large prick. Now that she was looking at it, she decided it was even larger than Pete Pecan's.
Bob raised himself up on his elbows and stared with a dazed expression, seeing her head bent over his penis, her lovely mouth hanging open, her pink tongue sticking out, her eyes tightly closed and her beautiful white face radiant with lust and rapture. While he watched, he saw the blonde wet her lovely pink lips with the tip of her tongue and then slowly open her mouth very wide in order to take the full breadth of his monstrous organ inside. He felt a wet, surrounding softness as her lips slowly hooded the head of his cock, wrapping themselves around the glans as tight as a pink rubber band. Her lashing tongue continued flicking against the underside, and she sucked.
This was the first time again for Doreen, and she loved it. She had no idea just how much of the cock she'd be able to take, but in the books she'd read, the doctors had advised taking no more than was able to fit into the mouth, while in one book, she had read where certain women had the ability to relax their throat muscles and actually swallow a penis inside. She sucked and slurped, her own saliva filling her mouth and then dribbling out.
Bob, still propped up on his elbows, let his head fall back and let out a moan as he felt her oral chasm inexpertly sucking, trying to do many things at once as her tongue moved over the rock-hardness of his cock. It had been a long, long while since that time with the prostitute, and his aching body was already writhing convulsively. He continued fighting against the lewd screwing of his hips which he knew from experience would heighten the experience even more. There was still something basically innocent about Doreen, even with her acting this way, and somehow he felt this just wasn't right.
The idea that she was behaving just like a fifteen-dollar whore hit him like a thunderbolt. She had asked him what the other whore had done, and now she was doing the exact same thing. He had the funny feeling that maybe even if it wasn't right, it felt so good, so really terrific. Hell! Maybe she was totally inexperienced at this, but somehow those tight, questing lips of hers were sucking far better than those of the well-trained whore. God! Imagine! Sweet, innocent Doreen, initially corrupted by Pete, now taunting him into letting her suck his cock.
The thought that his pent-up passion was now getting totally and completely out of hand suddenly became appallingly real. He realized if she kept this up much longer, he was going to fire a load straight down her lovely throat. Frantically Bob gripped her head, wanting to pull her head up, but his hands refused to respond to commands from his brain. There was no way for him to yank her mouth off his cock in spite of the fact that he was probably forty times stronger than she.
Doreen pushed her mouth a little lower, bloating her cheeks, feeling her tongue pressured against the bottom of her mouth, and aware of the head of his penis right up against her throat. She sucked, obtaining chilling thrills charging through her body, but all that she felt was not enough. She had to come too, and so pushed a little harder, forcing the bloated tip to ram into her throat. She began gagging and choking, and immediately lifted her mouth off, but not before there was yet one more sensation shooting through her quivering body. Yes, yes, it WAS possible. She hadn't believed it until now, but it was possible.
Her widely dilated nostrils were pulling in air, but she suddenly realized she needed even more. She lifted her mouth from the throbbing penis, and looking at him, asked, "Am I doing it wrong? You seem upset about something."
"No, no," Bob hurried to assure her. "It's just that I'm so excited. Hell, Doreen, you're TERRIFIC!"
The blonde woman squeezed the length of his throbbing cock with her hand and smiled at him, saying, "I'm glad you like it. Bob For a minute I was afraid I might have been doing something wrong, and I wouldn't want to do anything wrong."
"Yeah, but if you keep that up. I'm gonna pump a whole wad right down your throat."
She tilted her beautiful head back and looked down at the heavy man's handsome face with a strange, lustful smile, and she said, "So?"
"Well, with a whore that's fine, but with a kid like you, I mean... well... I know what we're all doing to you, and sometimes I feel bad enough about it. But if you swallow the sperm, then you'll really make me feel guilty."
She pursed her lovely lips and began smiling in a mocking way at him, saying, "Are you trying to tell me you'd like it better if I spit it out?"
"Well, no, it's just that I shouldn't come in your mouth."
"You shouldn't? Where SHOULD you come, in my cunt? Do you or any of the others use any kind of precautions? Do you know if I use any kind of protection? It's possible if you shoot in my cunt I might become pregnant. But you think it's nicer for a girl like me to let you come in her cunt rather than her mouth, huh."
He was surprised at the blunt and forthright way she was talking. When she had first joined the orchestra, if someone said a four-letter word she used to blush. She had changed, changed a lot. He had expected her to even put up some kind of a struggle when he went after her, and would have felt better if she had. Seeing her passively accept and even welcome his advances made him think twice, because as far as he was concerned, a nice girl, no matter how often FORCED to fuck, was still a nice girl. But once she started doing things WILLINGLY, she was no longer a nice girl. He wondered if she had ever gone down on Pete. He doubted it, because Pete would have been bragging about it.
"Well?" she asked. "Will you answer my question? Is it really better to come in a girl's cunt than in her mouth?"
"It's just that... well... you're still a nice girl.
Doreen... and I'd hate to think I'm the guy who's really changing you."
"Don't nice girls enjoy sex. Bob?"
"Gee, I never really thought about it."
"Well think about it, because you see, nice girls like sex once they've been introduced to it, just as much as the other kinds. ALL kinds of sex."
"Yeah, but the whores are PAID to do things like this. You don't have to, Doreen."
"You're wrong. Bob," she told him. "I do have to. I must, not because I'm worried about making you or the others happy. It's become a compulsion, something I simply have to do. Don't go blaming yourself if you think I'm no longer a nice girl. Pete was the one who introduced me to sex, and it was because of him all the feelings inside me suddenly woke up."
Without another word, Doreen bent her lovely blonde head again and he felt her hot, wet mouth clamp solidly over the huge, bloatedly swelling head of his throbbing penis, feeling the warmth of her slippery tongue slide around the throbbing tip, licking over the entrance to his urethra, trying her best to tease and tantalize the heated male penis until it finally released the juice in his balls. Bob moaned with delight, but still felt more guilty than ever, not wanting the beautiful blonde to keep her mouth locked on his throbbing cock until he came. Reaching down, he gripped her shoulders with both hands with the intent of lifting her up.
Doreen inwardly smiled and responded by using her own hands to very gently remove his fingers from her shoulders, and then she responded a bit more positively by locking her arms around his heavy, widespread thighs and sucking his throbbing penis with all her might and main. Her head was bobbing as fast as possible as she once again began pulling the penis deeper into her throat.
This time she only choked a little as the thick head probed into her gullet, and sparks began going off in her brain as the heavy penile head began rubbing against her throat's nerve-endings.
Bob fell back, wanting to remove her head, but unable to do so. His hands did lock themselves in her blonde hair, but whenever he tightened his grip, he seemed to be pushing her face lower rather than pulling it up. He was afraid if he pulled too hard, he might tear her hair out.
Doreen sucked the iron-hard erection again and again, her mouth constantly rising and falling, rising and falling, her tongue running against the underside of his cock, her lips making popping noises each time they pulled off his apricot-shaped penile head. His penile shaft was soddenly wet, and a low lewd thrill went charging through him as he felt her pursed lips continually sucking around his throbbing corona. One of her hands moving from beneath his muscular thighs seized his fingers and guided them as if encouraging them to push on the top of her head. He moaned and began pressing on her golden crown, shoving her head down, down, down, and this time her lips moved lower, lower, reaching for, finally finding the base of his thick cock as the head probed halfway down her shuddering pharynx.
Bob quivered, feeling the way the contours of her lips shaped themselves to his throbbing penis. With greedy lust, he gripped her head firmly and began pulling her mouth back and forth along the length of his cock, and on each downstroke, he made certain his penis pushed all the way into her gullet. With greedy lust he continued stroking his cock with her mouth, groaning and moaning with pleasure as he did so. Doreen, in the meantime, intensified the suction she was applying with her lips, pulling and slurping and yanking on the throbbing penis.
Bob was abruptly shocked when he felt the lovely blonde probing between his fat asscheeks with her forefinger. She was looking to probe into his anal opening.
No! He definitely wouldn't allow her to do that. Not even the best-paid whores did things like that. He had heard some guys talk about it, and he had once probed into a woman's asshole with his own finger, but for a woman to do it to him was really unthinkable. Yet here was Doreen, the sweetest, most innocent girl he had ever known, until recently, probing into his asshole with the tip of her forefinger, sending maddening shivers running up and down his spine as she continued sucking his cock with wild and uncontrolled abandon.
Doreen remembered how Pete Pecan had driven her wild poking his finger into her rectum. She figured if she enjoyed it so much, there was no reason on earth why Bob ought not to enjoy it, too.
The pressure was building in Doreen's throat, and she felt her own orgasm beginning to mount higher and higher. It was unreal, but it was happening. She was going to climax. The penis rubbing in and out of her clogged throat was making her quiver and shudder.
Then it was there, sending electrical quivers through her throat, and she realized at that moment that an oral orgasm was just as powerful as the vaginal kind.
"UUURRRCCCHHHGGGUU-UNNIMCCCHHHAAAGG-GRRRUUUAAAUUUNNIMGGGGHHH-GGGWWWUUUFFFCCCHHH!" she gagged with the penis buried all the way down her throat, her body wildly spasming again and again.
Bob was going insane, himself on the brink of a fabulous orgasm. But damn it all! Even as she thrashed he felt he would be doing her some kind of an injustice if he fired his seed down her lovely throat. He fought with renewed effort, but in the throes of her climax, Doreen's throat and oral muscles had tightened around his cock, and the only way her mouth was coming off his penis at the moment was to have two outer layers of skin ripped off, as well. He fought with a renewed effort, using all his strength, no longer giving a damn if he hurt her, but still afraid of possibly wounding himself in a delicate area for life.
Somehow he had to stop what she was doing, he had to stop her.
They rolled back and forth on the carpet and he continued struggling, trying to pull her free without ruining himself, but as he rolled from side to side he felt her forefinger delving ever deeper into the tightness of his rectum, and he gasped. In spite of himself, and despite all his struggling and wriggling, he discovered his hips working in wild, uncontrolled rhythm, moving to her sucking, and he writhed and pumped, and with a sudden desperate effort they rolled over so that he was straddling her face with his knees while on top of her.
The lasciviousness of their position sent all kinds of flaring rockets exploding in his shuddering brain. Bob realized he was on top of her and he had to keep the pressure on his knees, because if he sat back on his ass he would crush the life out of her. His cock was still probing into the depths of her throat, and he fell forward, putting his weight on his forearms to keep from sitting back as her arms remained licked around his chunky thighs.
With a loud, but hoarsely wild cry he began fucking into her mouth as if it were a vagina. He huffed and puffed as he wildly pumped his buttocks up and down. God! He was unable to help himself. It felt so fantastic, and the whole thing was a damn sight better than any Saturday night prostitute he had ever known, and he had known his share.
Her finger was slipping deeper and deeper into his rectum as he thrust in and out again and again, and he fought with her again, turning over once more so that the lovely Doreen was once again on top of him. By now he really didn't give a damn where he came as long as he came. He fucked wildly, very wildly, moving his body back and forth, back and forth, thrusting and plunging and delving into her lovely mouth and throat, and once again they turned a hundred-and-eighty degrees.
This time he almost felt his weight dropping on her. He had to be more careful.
Somehow, he didn't know how, with her mouth still sucking his cock he managed to climb to his feet, pulling her to his knees, his hands still clasping the back of her blonde head. She was sucking his throbbing cock harder than ever, holding tightly to him with all her womanly strength and all reserve, all sexual repressions totally gone and forever abandoned.
He was going to fuck the shit out of her mouth. Now he began pounding in and out of her oral opening with all his might, and he realized her finger was still in his asshole, moving in and out. Her lips were sucking like a vacuum stopper, pulling solidly around his throbbing prick. She sucked harder than any other woman he had ever known.
He continued solidly pounding into her roundly open mouth, viciously slamming his cock inside, screwing in and out with all his might, lasciviously slamming his thighs against her lovely face. The pressure was building, building, building, and there was no way for the man to control his sperm any longer. He was going to fire, and it was going to be the classic orgasm of the century as far as he was concerned.
Gripping her hair all the more tightly, he pushed her beautiful face as far forward as possible, jamming her nostrils into his dark pubic hair, feeling her lower lips rubbing his scrotum, and then he yelled, " AAAIIIYYYAAARRRGGGHHHUUUNNNGGGHHHAAAGGGHHHAAAUUUWWWAAAGGGHHH!"
He began pumping loads and loads of white-hot semen into the lovely blonde's hungrily gulping throat. Her mouth was fantastic.
Bob felt her still sucking his throbbing length of cock, even with the head buried halfway to her belly in her throat. He enjoyed the sight of her cheeks ballooning between his thighs, and watched her adam's apple bobble as she swallowed everything he had to offer, then wait for the next firing. Her finger was still in his asshole, and the pressure enhanced his own orgasm all the more. Christ! It was the most fantastic climax of all time, and he was shuddering with lustful delight, unable to believe how great it was.
Her finger pulled out of his rectum, and she continued nursing at his cock until he was empty. When it was over, she slowly let the cock slip from her mouth.
"I need a drink," he gasped.
"I just had mine," she answered.
CHAPTER SIX
Bob was not the kind of man who talked about his conquests, and he certainly wasn't going to talk about what he had done with Doreen. Not that it would have bothered Doreen. As far as she was concerned, she was the team whore. She was there to be used by any and every member of the orchestra. Yet Pete Pecan was afraid to touch her again, and when they swung through West Virginia and this time played a whole week at a second-rate nightclub, he roomed with someone else.
Doreen was put in a room with Gerald "Gerry" Link. Gerry was the quietest, nicest member of the orchestra. He played alto sax, and he was the one man who never seemed to be looking at her with those hungry eyes.
Gerry always seemed to disappear after each show, though he always turned up in plenty of time for the next one. He never came to the motel room until long after Doreen had fallen asleep, and he was usually up and gone by the time she awoke the next morning. He was a tall man, with brown hair, and a huge, handlebar mustache. He had brown eyes, light skin, and he never spoke to anyone unless they spoke to him, first.
If there was one person Doreen might have liked as an individual in the band, it was Gerry Link. She resolved to get to know him better.
One night she waited up until he came in.
"You can turn on the light," she told him. "I'm awake and it's kind of dumb to be stumbling around in the dark."
When Gerry insisted it wasn't necessary, she turned on the lamp on the table between the two beds. She was in her shorty pajamas, and so he took his own pajamas and went into the bathroom. He was there for fifteen minutes, and when he came out he was freshly showered, shaved, and cologned, and in his own pajamas.
"Well," she asked, "what do we talk about?"
"I don't know about you," he told her, "but I'm kinda tired."
"What's the matter, Gerry, don't you like me?"
"Hey, yeah, sure, I like you one helluva lot," he assured her. "In fact, I like you too much, which is the reason why I go out and stay out so long. Look, I know Pete wants all of us to have a turn at using you. Me, I don't think it's right. I'd love to sleep with a girl, but only if she wants it. I don't try forcing myself on anyone, not anyone."
"You wouldn't be forcing yourself on me, Gerry. I like you."
"Well, I figure it like this. One day I'm going to leave this outfit and start a small band of my own. I figure I can find lots of work at social affairs, you know, wedding, confirmations and graduations and such. I won't be traveling around the country, but I'll be in one spot in New York, either Brooklyn or Long Island, where all the big weddings are always taking place. At that time. I'll ask you to come with me. If you do, well, we'll kind of live together for awhile to see if it works out. But you won't be sleeping with anyone else, and neither will I. Right now, you don't have any choice and I'm not holding it against you. But I can't go to bed with you knowing you'll be putting out for all these other guys."
"Look," she said to him. "Right now we're here, together, in this room, just you and I. Can't we forget about tomorrow and sort of enjoy one another as long as possible?"
"It sounds nice," Gerry told her, "but I'd still know you'd be sleeping with all those other men, and that wouldn't be right. It would bother me, and you would know it."
"Well I'd think it would bother you later on, too."
"You don't understand," Gerry told her. "I'm not holding it against you. But when the time comes for you to sleep with me, if it ever does, it has to be with me and with no one else. Got me?"
"Well that doesn't sound too unreasonable," she agreed.
"But you aren't ready for it right now," he pointed out. "You still have to go through a few other men, and I don't mean it sarcastically. Look, I've slept with my share of women, and I can't fault you for wanting to find out what it's like to sleep with different men."
"Gerry, you're making me feel like a bigger tramp than I already believe myself to be."
"Cut that out. A tramp is a state of mind. I've known a lot of women who've only slept with their husbands who are less honest than many whores. Stop thinking in terms of being a tramp or anything else. Just be honest with yourself. I don't know what Pete did to you, but I do know you have to face the situation you're in by yourself, for the moment. When the time comes that you're ready to stop all this by yourself, if you want to let me know, do so. Then we'll break away from here together."
CHAPTER SEVEN
The middle states were next on Pete Pecan's list. The orchestra had gotten their first big break in Chicago, where one of the better nightclub owners, after having heard them playing in a New Orleans dive, had liked them so much, he had signed them up for a three week stint, with an option for more if he liked their playing. It was the first time the orchestra was playing for any decent money, and on the bus, heading for the windy city, everyone was excited. A lot of flasks were being passed around.
That first night, while everyone other than the driver slept, Doreen awoke. She had been dreaming about a sexual encounter with some unknown individuals, and she had awakened in heat.
Doreen had the entire back seat of the bus to herself, where she was able to sprawl out. At the moment she was scrunched up in the right hand corner of the seat, and she realized her hands had slid under her skirt and were inside her panties, her fingers massaging her clitoris. Lord! The dream had been so real. She was being taken on by two men at once. Without realizing it, she was still rubbing her clitoris with her finger, and she was softly moaning.
Mike Felder, the clarinet player, a man of medium height, with a very thin mustache, already balding, who slept in the seat directly in front of the back seat was awakened by noises. Lifting his head slowly, he looked around and saw all the men in the seats in front of him and to the side were fast asleep. The bus driver, who had just come on three hours ago, and would be changing places with another driver in three hours at a designated area, was concentrating on the road. He did a lot of this cross-country free-lance bus-driving for a living, and he knew better than to pay attention to what went on in the bus as long as no one was being murdered. The bus's rearview mirrors were on the outside, and unless he actually turned his head around and looked, he was unable to see anything happening in the bus, itself.
In her sleep, Doreen had somehow or other removed her blouse and brassiere. When she had awakened, while still fingering herself, she hadn't thought too much about her state of undress since no one was actually able to see her, but she was lying on her belly, with her left breast hanging over the seat, and both hands pressed under her skirt, tugging her panty crotch aside with a finger pushing into her vagina, while the forefinger of her other hand massaged her clitoris. Mike Felder listened, hearing the soft, almost inaudible moaning grunts and he realized the sounds were coming from behind him. He wondered if Doreen was having a bad dream. Christ! The sounds she was making were enough to make his throbbing cock even stiffer than it normally felt after he looked at her. Quietly, he slipped out of his bus seat and turned around to look at what was going on behind him.
The man's lips pulled back in an obscene leer. There, lying face-down on the rear seat, shielded by the back of his seat, her knees drawn up under her, her tantalizing upper half naked in the very weak light of the bus, was Doreen. Her skirt had fallen back over her waist and her white buttocks were waving in the air. He was able to see the crotchband pulled aside as she continued unthinkingly probing into her vagina with her fingers, as if trying to recapture a dream. Her face was turned to the side, her mouth hanging slackly open attesting to the fact that she was, for the moment, totally lost in a spell of sexual delight.
The clarinet player's eyes glowed in the dimness with sheer, unadulterated lust as he viewed her one naked breast swinging back and forth under her torso as it dangled over the edge of the seat, and he ran his eyes hungrily and greedily over her smoothly rounded asscheeks.
Like just about every other member of the orchestra, Mike Felder had the desire to merge with Doreen. Unlike Gerry Link who eventually wanted a permanent relationship, Felder only wanted something physical, and staring as he did now, he intended doing something about it.
He slipped his pants off, and his undershorts as well, knowing the back of the seat in which he had been sitting would hide his nakedness from anyone else who might get up and look. In fact, to be on the safe side, he would turn Doreen around so that he was kneeling at the far end of the bus, right in the corner, and no one would be able to see him unless they walked right up to where they were and peered over the back of the seat in front of them.
He ran his eyes greedily over the smoothness of her rounded asscheeks, feeling his pulsating cock standing way out in front of him. Then he moved, as stealthy as a tomcat, going to the edge of the rear seat, grasping the thickness of his throbbing penis solidly in his hand, slowly jerking the hardened penis back and forth, back and forth. Shit! His cock was harder than the Rock of Gibraltar at this point.
Wow! he thought to himself. SHE LOOKS LIKE SHE REALLY NEEDS A GOOD FUCK. He watched her continuing to crazily rock back and forth on her drubbing fingers, seeing the way two fingers now lasciviously sank into the greasy depths of her seething cunt, moving in as far as possible. He decided that she had become one really hot little twat, and it was obvious Pete Pecan, or whoever she was rooming with, just wasn't giving her enough cock. But hell! That was one problem he would temporarily solve for her.
Chuckling to himself, he gripped the half-sleeping woman's buttocks with his hands and turned her around swiftly on the seat so that her buttocks were facing the side of the bus against which his own asscheeks were flattening. Then he knelt on the rear seat, and in a single, swift movement, before the half-awake Doreen really understood quite what was happening, he pulled her fingers out of the sucking bog that was her cunt. Without giving her an opportunity to understand what was happening, he almost ruthlessly pressed his blood-engorged penis solidly against her tight vaginal slit.
Doreen, suddenly wide awake, crammed a fist into her own mouth to stifle her gasp as she abruptly jerked her head up from the rear seat to look at what was taking place behind her. In the very dim lights of the bus, she recognized Mike Felder. The aroused young blonde had been so lost in the sensuality of trying to recapture her dream, she had never realized what was happening until this moment. She hadn't even been aware of being turned around on the rear seat so that her head was facing the middle of the seat. The seat ran the full width of the bus, and now awake, she decided she didn't like the idea of any man sneaking up on her this way in the middle of the night, and so she tried wriggling quietly away. But his fingers were like iron, holding her solidly in place. Felder had anticipated her movements and tightened his arms around her hips, holding her bare buttocks securely in place as he took the time to strip her panties off, lifting her knees and pulling them over her ankles.
"Mike!" she gasped. "Don't you dare do this to me! Not here, not now, not in front of everyone... " she protested in vain.
"All the others are drunk-asleep," Mike said to her. "So you just hold that cute ass of yours in place, gorgeous. I saw you and What you were doing, and what you need is a good jazzing with my cock."
"Mike, no!" the helplessly trapped young blonde coughingly gasped, her voice begging and pleading.
She tried pulling the cheeks of her ass forward, drawing away from the rubberiness of his throbbing cock-head as it pressed against the puffy outer lips of her tender pussy. But his throbbing penis continued following her movements, and she realized if she made any more noise, she might indeed wake up one or more of the others, and then have them witness her ravishment. Felder's fingers dug all the more solidly into her body, holding her that much more firmly in place.
"Reach back and just slip it into your cunny, honey," he whispered to her in a voice hoarse with lust, letting go of his wildly jerking cock in order to more solidly grip her two hips with both his hands.
"Mike, I can't do this," she pleaded, feeling ashamed that she had actually started touching herself in her sleep, and that what she had been doing had been witnessed by Mike Felder.
"Come on, come on, put it in, honey," he told her. "We both need a little satisfaction." He was panting, squeezing the rounded flesh of her hips, digging his nails into her until she thought she would go made from the pressure.
Unable to withstand what he was doing any longer, feeling desperation, she reached back between her thighs and closed her hands around his penis. That was when she became fully conscious of what was really about to take place.
The penis was immense, enormous. She didn't see how she would be able to take it into her cunt in this position. It had to be at least as long and as thick as that of Pete Pecan, but in this bent-over position, her vaginal canal had its walls compressed all the more tightly together. She was well aware of the throbbing urethra on the underside, pulsating insanely with want against her pressing fingers, the head of his cock seemingly still expanding as she held it tightly clasped in her hand.
Then his squeezing fingers tightened again, crushing her buttocks, this time bringing tears to her eyes and a soft gasp from her panting lips. Closing her eyes, she concentrated on what she was doing, spreading two fingers around the bulbous tip of his bloated cock, spreading the inner lips of her pussy wide apart, allowing the bluntly throbbing tip to lodge itself firmly just inside the narrowness of her vaginal opening. Her teeth clamped down hard on her lower lip. She felt ashamed at having been caught this way. It was one thing to be alone with a man and either seduce him or be seduced by him. But this was not seduction by any stretch of the imagination. In its own way, this was as much of a rape as her defloration by Pete Pecan had been. She was aware of his glans prodding against the wet, rubbery lips of her seething pussy, parting the restricting vulva muscles and then forcing its way inside her.
At that moment the blonde woman became aware of her upthrust asscheeks being forced wider apart as Felder's long, thick, swollen shaft slipped deep, deep, deep into the tightly resisting tunnel of her helpless vagina. His penis shoved the moist inner walls violently aside as he continually drove his bloated penile shaft all the way into the very depths of her seething belly.
"HAAAUUUNNNGGGHHH!" she gasped, once again cramming her fist into her mouth, clenching her teeth as she felt the virile clarinet player lancing into her cunt from the rear, driving all the way into her. She gasped again as she felt his hard stomach smack solidly against her vibrantly round and trembling buttocks. God! She was filled!
"You got it all, baby," Felder whispered, tightly gritting his teeth because of the heated tightness now vibrantly clutching and surrounding his thrusting cock, buried as it was to the hilt inside her. "Now show me just what it is you can do."
At that moment, Doreen felt as if her searing vaginal tunnel was blistered with burning fire. The thick shaft penetrating her tightly impaled pussy felt more like the trunk of an oak tree in the depths of her helplessly defenseless pussy; a pole throbbing inside her tightly clasping inner womanly walls of wetly moist flesh, and it seemed to go on swelling to even greater girth with every passing second. As his harsh hands held her smooth, helplessly skewered body back against his distended phallic lance, Doreen realized that little by little, her vaginal fluids, seeping around the length of his lancing penis, were slowly easing the unexpected stretching of her narrow womanly tunnel.
Little by little, his hands solidly gripping her hips began loosening their grip, and the hopelessly pinned, young beautiful blonde felt the man slowly backing away from her rear-end, his blood-bloated penis now slipping out of the depths of her cuntal tunnel so violently violated until only the bulbous tip still remained inside the rubbery outer ring. But then his thick fingers began to once again solidly grasp the softly rounded, delectable contours of her womanly hips again, and he yanked her solidly back onto his probing steel rod until once again the fullness of her roundly quivering asscheeks slapped noisily against the flatness of his hard stomach.
Again Felder let go with his fingers, once more allowing her to automatically pull herself away and forward in the hope of escaping his piercing penis, and then once again he reached out, grasped her asscheeks just in time to keep his throbbing cock from slipping out of her wetly clamping vaginal orifice, and he proceeded to once again jerk and drag her backward onto his throbbingly stiff and impaling prick. It became repetitious, she gliding smoothly forward, and then being pulled straight back, letting the full length of his throbbing cock sock into her again.
Over and over the lovely blonde's delightful body was constantly rocked backward onto his throbbingly bludgeoning penis only to pull away and slide along the length of its slippery thickness again to the end. Back to the hilt, away to the tip, back to the hilt, away to the tip, but moving very slowly, setting a tantalizing rhythm inside her tightly widening pussy that Mike Felder knew would eventually drive her wild. Hell! She had exhibited a need for an orgasm even before he bad touched her. All he was doing was helping her achieve that need with his cock.
Great swirls of maddening lust continued sweeping through the clarinet player's semen-laden testicles as he finally felt her responding, moving of her own volition, thrusting her whitely rounded asscheeks back at him, grinding the soft, tender moons all the more tightly against his loins. Doreen was unconsciously seeking to take as much of his cock into her seething pussy as she was able to at this moment.
I'VE GOT HER REALLY GOING NOW, he exulted, hearing the soft, tiny mewls of delighted animal pleasure escaping from Doreen's lips. She began swiveling her lust-drenched pussy in tiny, narrow, squirming circles, shoving it down over the entire length of his thrusting phallus of solid flesh and muscle, letting her entire physical being wriggle and slam back at him with each wildly shoving thrust of her hips.
At last Felder felt free to release his hold on her rounded hips, and he reached down to the quivering white moons of her delectable buttocks. He slowly separated the two moons with his thumbs, pulling the narrow crevice between them wider and wider, allowing himself to view her tiny puckered anus nestled in the softness of her assflesh. It's brown, prune-like outer ring was constantly clenching and unclenching with her movements as she hurled herself back on his throbbing cock while he continually stroked into her tight pussy. He stared at her with a lewd, lascivious fascination, thinking he would love to fuck that small hole back there, sometime in the future.
But not right now. For the present the beautiful blonde bitch was panting and all but verbally begging for his hard cock to continue moving inside her tightly clinging cunt as her orifice continually swallowed his rigid member into the heated cavern of her hungry womanliness again and again.
Then her soft voice came to him once again.
"UUUNNNHHH... AAALLL... RIGHT... UUUNNNHHH... DO IT... AAANNNHHH... LIKE THAT... KEEP IT UP... JUST KEEP IT UP... MORE... MORE... DON'T STOP... " she continued softly moaning in a low, almost incoherent voice.
Now that he had finally conquered the beautiful blonde piano player with his throbbing cock, Mike Felder felt his entire inner being flooded with the overwhelming delight of sheer, raw power and lust as he continued fucking into her body, feeling the way she thrust her lovely asscheeks back again and again, moving even more vibrantly than he.
Hell! He had to make it a point to try the lovely little bitch in the future. He had waited too long for this. Jesus! Though Pete Pecan had never actually put it into words, he had as much as implied she was here for the use of any member of the orchestra who wanted her. Jesus! He wanted her, all right. And how!
Bob Liggens, the youngest male member of the group, who had been smart enough to drink the least, was awakened from a shallow sleep by the sounds coming from the back of the bus. Bob was a tall, slender, twenty-two-year-old youth with lots of long brown hair, a smooth complexion, and an uncanny ability to play the tenor sax. He had a short nose and thin lips, and he had been tossed out of the music conservatory because he was one of the many men who had been boffing Doreen's roommate and had the misfortune to be caught at it.
At first he thought he was imagining the sounds, but as moments passed he realized they were happening, and from his own experience he knew what was causing them. He also knew there was only one female on the bus, and if she was involved in any action, he wanted to get in on it.
Getting to his feet, he quietly walked down the center aisle of the bus, past the two rows of seats with men sleeping in them. God! The smell of booze was heavy in the air, and he knew of a lot of men who would be waking up with hangovers the following morning.
He saw Doreen's head sticking out from beyond the back of the next-to-last seat on the right, and he recognized Mike Felder's head and shoulders above the seat and knew the man was pumping into her, dog style.
"Well, well,, well," he whispered. "And just what's going on back here?" he asked, hovering over the couple, able to see the shadowy thickness of Mike Felder's cock pumping in and out of Doreen's even more shadowy cunt. Her skirt was still around her middle, and he saw her blouse and brassiere lying on the floor. He bent, picked them up, and dropped them on the seat under Doreen's dangling breasts.
Doreen, hearing the young man's voice, jerked her head up and looked at him, seeing the boy smiling down at her from directly above her. She ought to have felt some slight flush of embarrassment, but at this point she was too far gone to even care that he was there. All she did was continue to undulate her buttocks lasciviously back and forth, pushing her hot cunt onto his cock again and again as Mike Felder continued fucking her pussy from behind. Felder seemed oblivious to everything other than the wonderful pleasure he was feeling from continually fucking into her pussy. Pleasurable delight continued flowing through his veins.
"Don't stop! Don't stop!" Doreen whisperingly hissed at Felder, turning her head to let him know that Bob's presence in no way disturbed her, and it ought not to disturb him.
Hell! Mike Felder was definitely not about to quit, now. He completely ignored the interruption of the tenor sax player, grinning with thrilled delight as he continued burrowing his long, hot, thick shaft into the very seething depths of Doreen's ravenous pussy, using long, solid strokes. He fucked into her upturned cunt levering himself forward from the tips of his toes, reveling in the fact that the youth was there to watch everything happening. He especially enjoyed the fact that the young man saw how Doreen was responding to his hard drives into her seething cunt, moving so wantonly, any man would get off just watching her.
"You're one sexy looking bitch when you're in heat, Doreen," Bobby whispered at her, not even paying attention to Mike Felder who was laughing at him with his eyes as he continued pumping his throbbing cock into the tight depths of Doreen's sweetly sucking pussy.
Bobby decided it was time for him to get in on a little of the action, and so he unzipped his fly. His penis came jutting out, and he moved around in front of Doreen, pulling on the organ, stiffening it.
Bobby was one of the members of the orchestra who got a lot of action on the outside when he wasn't playing his tenor sax. He had vigorously fucked a little groupie where they had played their last engagement, and he had been certain he wouldn't have any strength left when he had stretched out on the bus seat to go to sleep, earlier. This was why he had hardly partaken in the drinking. A good three hours of asleep had refreshed him somewhat, and now his throbbing cock was stiff all over again. Since Doreen's cunt was in use, he decided to take advantage of her mouth.
In her heatedly aroused state, the beautiful blonde was only vaguely aware of the movement of Bobby Liggens. Her eyes were glazed with desire and the need for a satisfactory orgasm. The cock continually pounding back and forth in her tight cunt was thrilling her now, sending shockwaves of lust through her.
Then she felt Bobby's fingers fumbling at her jaw, trying to pry her mouth wide open and at the same time twist her head toward him. She felt her brain reeling, yet a portion of her mind began to focus a little more clearly. Her eyes honed in on the throbbing head of the heavy penis only inches from her face. It wasn't as long or as broad as any of the other penises she had known, but it was still a formidable weapon. It's thick base was rooted in a tangled mass of wiry, dark-brown pubic hair. She saw the weight of his dangling testicles hanging lewdly outside the youth's open fly, and then he began pushing slowly forward, making her very much aware of the wet, spongy sensation of his penile tip as it pressed against her compressed lips.
In her dream she had been fucking and sucking, and no it seemed ready to come true. But in her dream she had become a full-fledged play-for-pay prostitute, and so she associated two men using her at the same time with prostitution. She might have been a bit of a tramp, but she wasn't a full-fledged streetwalker, nor did she intend to become one.
"No, no, n-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o... " she helplessly protested in a whispering voice, now well aware of the young man's sexual intent. "UUUUMMMFFFAAANNNGGGHHH!" she muttered stubbornly, clamping her teeth together and then fighting with all her strength against the continued insistent pressure against her mouth.
"Honey," Bobby Liggens whispered to her, "either you suck me now, nice and quietly, or you'll be making so much noise you'll wake up everyone else on the bus, and there'll be a lineup to use any and every hole in your body."
He lifted her face with the flat of his left hand, pushing her forehead back with his right hand. He pressured downward on her chin as he relentlessly shoved his moistly seeping penile head between her forced-open lips.
Feeling repulsed at being so rottenly used, even on a moving bus, the lovely Doreen mumbled and did her best to shake her head free of Bobby's grasp, but the youth was not to be denied. He was tired of fucking, and being sucked by, young girls. He wanted an older woman, a really sexy older woman. Doreen was just about his own age, and if not really an older woman, at least she wasn't the jailbait he was used to fooling with.
Little by little she felt her lips being forced apart, and it felt as if he was trying to push them against the sharp edges of her teeth, hurting her. She heard him groaning and wriggling and cursing as he stood over her, struggling against their softness, until he finally had her jaws opened, and with an extra-hard lunge from Mike Felder, behind her, slamming into her cunt from the rear, she opened her mouth in a gasp, giving Bobby the chance he needed.
The young sax player's slender penis began solidly pushing its way between Doreen's wetly shining lips, sinking into the heatedly pooling cave of her sucking mouth. She felt the thickness of his blood-engorged penis slithering along the length of her tongue, flattening it against the floor of her mouth, then pushing into the back of her throat, sinking deeper and deeper.
Had they not been on the bus, had they been alone in some motel room, Doreen would have bitten through the throbbing length of the youth's cock. But one bite, and he would be screaming, and everyone else on the bus would wake up and see what was happening to her, and maybe they would all want in on the action at the same time, filling her nostrils, her ears, and her navel with their cocks. No! She was better off letting the little bastard get away with it, for now.
Without pausing for an instant, Bobby began pumping his solidly rampaging penis in and out of her beautiful face, his hands pressing firmly against her ears, tugging on them to hold her in place. He was well aware of her heated saliva flooding around the length of his jolting penis and he grinned sadistically at her blonde head, seeing the way it was buffeted back and forth on the length of his thrusting shaft.
"Suck, you bitch!" he commanded. "Come on and suck the old cock! Fill your throat with it!"
Doreen mentally struggled against the salacious rape of her helpless mouth, but with the passing moments she realized any struggles on her part were futile and useless. He began to quicken his thrusts to match those of Mike Felder, pumping into her cunt from the rear. Like Felder, Bobby never quite pulled his cock all the way out of her, but always left a part of the bloated tip lodged in the warmth of the wet shelter between her teeth. The helpless blonde shut her eyes, feeling unbounded, uncontrolled humiliation, her mind in an almost insane, trance-like state. She was aware of the rubbery glans slipping along the roof of her mouth, bumping into the opening of her gullet, moving like a snake striking into her throat.
Even now, the movement of the cock in her throat was touching those same nerve-endings again, just as the movement of the penis in her cunt was titillating the nerve-endings in the roof of her vaginal tunnel. She was going to climax very shortly, but it would be a dual orgasm, feeling sensation in two places at once. The only way to end all this was to rid herself of the horrible invasion by making the two of them ejaculate at the same time. By then, she hoped her own dual orgasm would have totally overwhelmed her. Then, maybe she would be permitted to finish sleeping.
Her lips automatically formed a vacuum around his cock, pulling, sucking, slurping, yanking on the throbbing penile organ. She was very aware of Bobby Liggens because of the way his testicles kept bouncing against her chin. There was an odor of stale semen in his groin, too.
Behind her, Mike Felder began feeling himself building toward his finale, and he began pumping and fucking all the more quickly into the heated tightness of her slurping cunt, moving harder and faster, battering mercilessly into the quivering cheeks of her lovely buttocks with his hard-driving hips.
Once again the clarinet player gripped her waist firmly, squeezing her soft, yielding, firm flesh into white mounds between his compressing fingers. He bared his lips back against his teeth as he stared down at her slender bucking body, watching her head bobbing back and forth on the length of Bobby's plunging penis. The sight was enough to send electrical thrills shooting through his quivering body.
"Ahhhhhh" he gasped, his eyes moving back and forth from her shadowed pussy as they continued tenderly clinging to his throbbing cock while the organ continued moving in and out of her, to her own puckered mouth, also tightly clinging to a cock.
Doreen worked in a total daze, reacting to the two men constantly pumping their penises in and out of her body. Her mouth licked and sucked at the pistoning penis as he forced her oral shelter to follow his every thrust into the tenderness of her throat. Her ravishment continued relentlessly at both ends of her delightfully tortured body. Yes, it was delightful, for even though she had tried fighting it, the truth was she was even more addicted to it than the two men pumping into her. She had all the instincts of a natural whore, and she realized, trying to fight it would do her no good whatsoever.
Her mind was close to snapping, because her dual orgasm was so close, and yet it had not washed over her. This was becoming too much for her. The saliva in her mouth was becoming heavier and heavier, and it was mixing with the sticky emissions coming from the tip of Bobby's penis. She was well aware of the man's hips wildly straining before her continually bobbing head as the youth came closer and closer to his own satisfaction. His tight fingers curled powerfully in the shining gold of her blonde hair as he continually slipped her mouth up and down over the end of his riveting penile shaft.
Doreen was well aware of his poundingly slamming cock continually enlarging, expanding, and swelling in the tightness of her narrow gullet, massaging the nerve-endings all the more violently, building her higher and higher while, at the same time, threatening to strangle her. She moaned pleadingly around the pulsating stiffened length as Bobby plunged his cock even deeper into her mouth. Because it was the most slender penis she had ever known, it seemed able to sink a little deeper into her throat. He was slamming down her gullet as if intent on touching the tip of the other penis with the head of his own, inside her.
The orgasms for which she had been waiting suddenly hit Doreen with full force. Because her mouth was so deeply clogged with cock was she not screaming her head off as she came, then came again as his penis in her vagina also set her off. The cock dug so deeply into her throat, she wasn't even able to gurgle.
Sexual electricity blasted through her quivering body, and she jerked and twitched and shuddered, unable to contain herself. Her body actually bounced back and forth now, moving between the two pistons as if they were a single penis connected to the two men, running all the way through her quivering body.
Slowly the feeling faded, and now that the orgasm was gone, Doreen felt utterly used and abused, debauched and taken advantage of at a time not of her own choosing. At least with Bob Ronson she had done the seducing. She noticed that Bob, like Pete Pecan, was no longer physically interested in her now that he had enjoyed her and she wondered why. She knew the two men had both climaxed. She hadn't been a bad lay. Yet neither of them were bothering her.
Even though the thrill was ended for her, she sucked all the harder with her lips, while buffeting her quivering buttocks back all the more solidly against Mike Felder's flat stomach. The sooner she made the two of them climax, the sooner all this would come to an end. Forgotten was the fact that only moments before her own body had enjoyed an overpowering orgasm. She was so ABSORBED in trying to pump the sperm out of the two men, she no longer thought how desperate she had been for satisfaction.
The youth standing in front of her began jerking and violently grinding his pelvis solidly into her remarkably beautiful face, sinking the full length of his hard and throbbingly pounding shaft all the way into her clogged and gasping womanly throat. Doreen fought for breath, her nostrils distending widely as the youth's throbbing, jerking penis spurted into the heated wetness of her sucking mouth, and a hissing erupted from Bobby's lips. His heated thick semen, what was left of it, suddenly shot into her mouth, and she was sucking, swallowing automatically.
The sight of the youth already shooting down Doreen's throat proved just what Mike Felder needed, and he began pounding into her tight cunt from behind with as much power as he was able to muster. He slammed into her again and again before he began firing into her, filling her cunt with his sperm. Violent blast after blast shuddered through him, and it took all his willpower to enjoy it silently.
Finally it was over. The two men covered themselves up quickly, while Doreen hastily dressed, and as the two males returned to their seats, Doreen sprawled out on the rear seat and once again fell asleep, but this time it was a dreamless sleep.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Right from the start things turned out well in Chicago. Two nights after they had started playing, the owner of the nightclub there extended them another three weeks, and at a twenty-five percent increase in what he was paying them for the first three weeks. Each member of the orchestra, including Doreen, had one number in which their particular instrument was the solo for that number. Their first night playing, during one of the breaks, a man walked up to Pete Pecan and introduced himself as the head of Maltby Records, a small but growing midwest recording outfit. He was Morty Maltby, tall, with pigmentless hair, though the rest of him was not albino. He had fair skin, but it was rich with pink color, and there was nothing pigmentless about his eyes and the way they looked at Doreen. His long, thin nose twitched.
Monday, after a very successful weekend at The Cat And The Canary Nightclub, Doreen, who finally had a room to herself, was awakened by an intrusive knock at her motel room door. Pulling on a robe over her shorty pajamas, she answered the door and found herself facing Morty Maltby.
"Hi," he greeted. "I hear today's your day off. I figured you don't know Chicago too well, so I'd like to start showing you around."
"Why ME?" Doreen asked, scratching her head. "You're a good-looking man. You can get just about any girl you want."
"I want you," he told her. "I told your boss, Pete Pecan, that your cooperation was needed to determine just how big a recording contract you people get."
"Why does it depend on me?" Doreen asked, noting how flawlessly he wore the pepper-brown suit he had on.
"There's something about you that turns me on," Maltby told her.
"I think I should warn you," she said. "Whenever any man scores with me, he never comes back for seconds. I haven't figured out why just yet, but it's true. Maybe I'm a lousy lay."
"Pete assured me you were probably the best lay he ever had," Morty told her.
"Pete might be lying just to get that recording contract."
"He also told me why he hasn't slept with you again."
"Well then, suppose YOU tell ME!" she insisted.
"First I want to find out if it's true," Maltby insisted. "If it is. I'll let you know."
"Well then, do we just jump right into bed, or what?"
"I'm not crude," Maltby told her. "You go ahead and get some more sleep. I'll stop by and pick you up about two this afternoon. We can go shopping, and if you happen to see some dress or ensemble you happen to like, point it out and I'll buy it for you."
"I'm not a whore," Doreen insisted, "in spite of what you might hear. I don't do things for gifts or money."
"I'm not offering to buy you something in return for your body. I'm offering it to you because I like you. As for my sleeping with you, that's also because I like you. I'm glad to hear you don't use your body. It makes me respect you that much more. Now go on and get a bit more sleep and I'll pick you up at two."
CHAPTER NINE
Morty Maltby was a fun person. When he took Doreen out, he picked her up in his chauffeur-driven Mercedes limousine. He took her to the finest department stores, and though she declined to accept any gowns or furs from him, she did finally let him buy her a tight-clinging sheath dress of red satin. She refused offers of jewelry, as well.
"Would you care for a swim?" he asked, once they were back in the car.
"It's still a little too early in the year for a swim," Doreen insisted.
"Not if we use a HEATED pool."
"Just where is there a heated pool?" she asked.
"At my house," he said, smiling.
"You mean you're actually going to take me home and let me see where you live?"
"Why not?" he asked. "I have nothing to hide."
"No wife waiting somewhere?"
"Two marriages, two divorces, no more wives, and probably there never will be any more wives."
The limousine wended its way through the upper class section of a Chicago suburb, and when it stopped, Doreen looked at the large house. It was big, it was impressive, and yet it wasn't the kind of mansion she had pictured Morty Maltby living in.
"Why such a SMALL house?" she asked curiously as he ushered her through the front door and gave her spring coat and his own topcoat to the waiting butler.
"I live alone," he explained. "No wives, no children, no need for ostentation, and certainly no need to pay higher taxes. The taxes are high enough."
They walked through a large solarium to the room where he had an indoor swimming pool.
"We won't be disturbed in here unless it's by phone," he explained to her. "Would you like to skinny-dip, or would you prefer a bathing suit."
"I'm told a person has a little more buoyancy with a bathing suit, so if you don't mind. I'd rather wear one."
"You have more than enough buoyancy," he said, looking at the fullness of her breasts, "but if you want a bathing suit you'll find a dressing room at the other end of the pool."
The pool was oval, and the room it was in had bright-yellow walls. The pool itself, had light-brown tile around it, and there were two doors at the far end of the room. One was open and was obviously a bathroom, while the other was the dressing room to which Maltby had referred.
Doreen went into the room and found about fifty bathing suits on hangers, different sizes, different colors, and different styles. She selected a one-piece, skin-tight, black bathing suit, wriggling into it after undressing, and when she came out, she found Maltby, in a pair of blue bathing trunks, waiting for her.
The pool was heated to just the right temperature, and she swam wearing a bathing cap to keep her fluffy golden hair dry. The two swam for nearly an hour, and afterward, still wearing the bathing suits, had sandwiches. Then Maltby led her upstairs to the master bedroom.
"I tend to get a little kinky about sex," he told her. "Nothing to cause pain or any of the B and D syndromes, but I do get a little kinky and I think you'll enjoy it."
"Oh?" she asked, as he unselfconsciously pulled down his trunks, revealing a flaccid penis which, while not immense, was certainly nothing to be ashamed of. It was surrounded by the same pigmentless hair as that on his head.
Taking the cue, Doreen wriggled out of the bathing suit and dropped it to the floor. She noticed Maltby eyeing her breasts, admiring their large fullness, and the fact that in spite of their size they were free of stretch marks or sag. He stared at her pink nipples and her equally pink areolae, two rich circles resting on a marble-white field, and he was able to clearly see the blue veins running through her breasts.
She stretched, letting him take in the curved shape of her body and the fullness of her buttocks.
"Just what do you mean by kinky?" she asked, noting the way he looked at the natural blonde sparseness covering her vagina.
Going to a large Chippendale bureau, he opened a drawer and pulled out a large, thick, battery operated dildo. He tossed it into the large canopied bed in the middle of the room.
"Are you going to use that on me?"
"I just might, if you're as good as Pete says."
"That's SOMETHING you'll have to decide for yourself," she replied, candidly.
Doreen was standing in the middle of the room as the slender man walked behind her, pressing the front of his body into her curved back. He reached around and briefly cupped the fullness of her swollen breasts before allowing his fingers to gently glide down her belly and count her ribs. His hard prick was already enlarging and erecting, and Doreen was aware of it nudging into the crack of her ass.
She allowed herself to lean backward, almost relaxing, letting herself rest against him, closing her eyes as the man's fingers continued toying with her nipples, making them hard. Circles of increasing pleasure radiated from her nipples as they began throbbing. Her aching pussy started to get wet and hot as she became more and more aware of his hard cock.
He gave her full breasts a good shaking before he finally turned her around to face him and then crushed her against his chest, covered with hair. His hungering mouth melted into hers, their tongues dueling, the fullness of her bountiful breasts flattening against his hard chest, her nipples all but cutting into his flesh.
Doreen felt at ease with Maltby, even though she was breathing more and more quickly as the man extended his tongue, licking hers, pulling and coaxing her oral organ into his own mouth where he sucked on it for a long, long time. Doreen found herself automatically reaching down and grabbing his penis, feeling heat almost burn her fingers. She thrilled at the hardness of him, finally moving her head backward to get a breath of air.
"All you have to do is touch me and I get excited," she pantingly gasped as they walked over to the bed. From the corner of her eye she looked at the dildo, wondering why a man with an organ like this would even need such an instrument.
"I'm going to do a lot more than just excite you," Maltby told her, panting almost uncontrollably, himself.
Doreen lay down, waiting for the handsome man to take the initiative. He sat down alongside her supine body, his anxious hands traveling the length and breadth of her long legs until they finally came to rest on the sparseness of her blonde bush.
Doreen instinctively spread her thighs farther apart as the man began playing with her moistened pink folds, rubbing them. He found her clitoris with no trouble at all, and he expertly parted the ultra-sensitive little nubbin of soft flesh, making it enlarge and harden. Excitement pulsated through Doreen as she found her buttocks writhing uncontrollably on the bed. She was unable to simply lie still.
Now the man slipped a middle finger carefully into her sucking womanly hole and he started to fingerfuck her. He did it slowly, teasing her, making her vagina lubricate heavily. Her hands were resting on the hills of her own breasts as she kneaded her flesh, exciting herself more and more.
Maltby put the forefinger of his free hand into his mouth and lubricated it with saliva, then slipped it beneath Doreen. The blonde felt it slowly penetrate into her rectum as the finger in her cunt began sliding in and out faster and faster. Doreen was panting and moaning as she began bucking her pelvis up and down, up and down, reacting to the two separate fingers which were buried in her, separated by a thin wall of skin.
"OHHH!" she gasped. "You really know how to make a girl want it, don't you."
"Dear lady, that sweet vagina of yours is going to ache for a penis."
"It already is aching for one," she admitted.
"You only THINK so," he teased.
He slipped his fingers out of her two tunnels, maneuvering himself on the bed so he was between her thighs. He grabbed her by the hips and very easily lifted her up, betraying his hidden strength. Doreen draped her legs over the man's shoulders as he drew all kinds of short lines and circles on her thighs with his working tongue.
"Lick me!" she gasped. "Lick me until I come!"
"All in good time, dear lady."
His tongue suddenly leaped from his mouth and slowly ran up and down the length of her pink slit. The full breasts of the beautiful blonde lolled from side to side as she writhed around and around.
Maltby suddenly mashed his lips against her vaginal mouth, thrusting his tongue as far up into her seething pussy as he was able. He held it in there, letting it rub around and around, poking and probing, filling his mouth with as much of her vaginal flesh as he was able. He held his lips there, poking and probing with his tongue, his teeth grating against her outer labia, filling her with all kinds of excitedly delicious shivers.
He sucked and licked noisily at her vagina, nibbling gently and tenderly on her fleshy folds, getting her hotter and hotter. His arms were locked around her waist almost doubling her over so that her thighs were pressed against her breasts as he continued eating her pussy. Doreen's breathing became louder and louder, and when Maltby thought the time was right, he took his mouth from her seething pussy and very gently lowered her buttocks to the bed. His lips and cheeks were heavily smeared with her lubrication. He ran his tongue across his mouth, lapping up the smears of juices on his lips, letting her know without words that he liked what he tasted.
"Mmmmmmm!" she gasped. "I want that WONDERFUL cock of yours ploughing into me so badly, I can all but taste it," she said to him.
"You can?" he asked.
"Uh huh," she nodded.
"How would you like to sit on my face and let me lick some more?" he asked, lying flat on his back.
"You're a real cutie."
"Come on," he urged. "Give it a try."
"You bet I will. Just try stopping me."
She positioned herself so that her rounded buttocks were directly over his face. Then she leaned forward and without even thinking about it, swirled her tongue around the throbbing head of his pulsating cock, gripping its base very firmly before licking it up and down. Her hands caressed his testicles as her mouth continued laving his cock, thrilling at the smooth texture of his skin, enjoying the smoothness, as well as the bumpiness of the outstanding veins.
Maltby rubbed the soft, seemingly pampered skin of the lovely girl's buttocks as she traced one of the veins encircling his cock with the tip of her tongue. Her breasts swung gently from side to side, the solid, erect nipples occasionally grazing his belly.
Doreen nuzzled her short nose into his pubic hairs, while her tongue licked and swathed his testicles. The ends of her own long, fluffy blonde hair came down around either side of her face, tickling his upper thighs as she tried to force the tip of her tongue into the tiny slit in the head of his throbbing cock.
Widely spreading the cheeks of her ass, Maltby exposed the pucker of her crinkly brown asshole. He moved his head up and ran his tongue around its perimeter before pressing against it, trying to force his tongue into the tight circle of flesh. The lovely girl quivered as she opened her mouth to engulf the onion-shaped head of his huge throbbing cock. Rich waves of delightful pleasure and satisfaction washed over her trembling body and she felt the tension in her chest increasing.
Moving her head downward, Doreen slowly but surely filled her mouth with the thickness of his pulsating penis, enjoying the stiffness of it. Her lips squeezed the exciting thickness as hard as they dared, while at the same time she felt tingles in her asshole as Maltby continued poking gently at it.
Then he took a couple of playful nips at the rounded cheeks of her lovely ass.
Doreen was breathing heavily through flared nostrils as she began bobbing her beautiful face up and down, her hands resting on the man's thighs. Maltby took his fingers and spread the tender lips of her pink pussy apart, revealing the lush pink of her inner flesh. He studied her cuntal interior carefully for a few moments before once again mashing his mouth against the opening, thrusting his long tongue into her canal.
Doreen breathed faster and faster, twisting her face abruptly from side to side on his penis, moving her head lower while wiggling her buttocks as she continually responded to his probing tongue and the way it was making her feel. She pressed downward, grinding her aching vagina into his face as hard as she was able.
Maltby moved his pelvis upward slightly, causing the head of his cock to sink into the lovely lady's throat. Her hands were on his testicles, teasing and tickling them all the while. Pressure continued to build steadily in her and the lovely blonde found herself madly writhing, seeking needed release. Maltby flicked his tongue in and out of her vagina, lapping at her inner walls.
The beautiful blonde stopped sucking on his hard cock and sat back, moving her crotch in a tight circle as she fought for her oncoming orgasm. Maltby nibbled on her erect clitoris and the lovely blonde felt the climax beginning to well within her velvety vagina.
"A AAIIIYYYAAAGGGHHHUUUNNNG-GGHHHAAAGGGH-HHAAARRRGGG-HHHAAAUUUWWWAAAGGGHHHUNGH!" she gurgled out loud, and the tension inside her slowly slipped away. She spasmed, moaning and sighing as thick waves of fluid rolled from her vaginal canal into Morty Maltby's sucking face. He continued to noisily, hungrily slurping the delicious cream out of her, swallowing it. The beautiful blonde's tight pussy contracted once again and she found herself reaching another orgasm. Drops of colorless juice dribbled from between her quivering hot cuntlips. The handsome man drew all her liquid into his sucking mouth, licking with his tongue, his fingers cutting into her buttocks to keep her as steady as possible.
The beautiful Doreen moaned loudly, the muscular cords in her neck standing out as she stared straight up at the ceiling as if the power of her orgasm was lifting her upward. One quick climax followed another, and she began a slow, downward descent. All the while Morty Maltby licked, cleaning out her cunt with his tongue, and when he was through, Doreen lifted a leg and crawled off him.
Her whole body was tingling and alive. Her face flushed and reddened, and her full breasts bounced as they heaved up and down on her chest. Maltby's cheeks glistened with her lubrication still warm from her body.
"No one has EVER used his mouth on me like that," she gasped.
One of her hands had strayed to her vagina and she was rubbing it as if she were trying to keep the level of excitement where it had been. She was afraid to feel the pleasure slowly ebbing from her trembling body.
"Did anyone ever tell you how good your cunt tastes?" he asked.
Doreen reached out and stroked the length of his cock with her fingertips. His taste was still rich in her mouth and touching his cock somehow seemed to make the flavor last a little longer. He folded his arms beneath his head, lying flat on his back.
"No," she admitted.
"Hey," he said, nodding his head at his penis, "why don't you just go ahead and put that thing where it'll do the most good."
"Goodness, such an exciting decision to make."
"You'll come up with something."
"I already have," she nodded, gasping. "Are you tired already?"
"Well, that workout did take a little out of me," he admitted. "Would you like to get on top of me and make believe you're the man?"
One of his outstretched hands was resting on her heated vagina, rubbing the down soft fur, keeping her cunt, hot, wet, and anxious to fuck.
"I'll sit on top of you if you wish," she smiled. "But I'll never be a man, nor do I ever want to PRETEND I am."
The man gave her tender cuntlips a gentle pinch as she sat up and squatted on top of him. Reaching down, she gripped his cock, guiding its head into the entrance of her vagina, and then she slowly lowered herself down, down, down. She stared straight down between her breasts, watching as inch after inch of solidly hard cock passed into her vaginal depths, spreading her narrow walls wide apart, slowly filling up her canal.
"HHHUUUHHH!" she gasped. "It feels as if its halfway into my belly."
"Next time try a stallion if you want a cock into your belly," he teased.
"I think I already have one right here," she grunted.
Doreen began moving her tight pussy around and around in small circles, causing the head of Maltby's throbbing penis to rub against her in new, exciting places all the way up inside her teeming hot cunt. The man reached up and filled his hand with her beautiful full breasts, pushing against them as Doreen lifted her ass up and leaned forward, giving him enough room to move his own hips, enabling him to do the fucking even though he was underneath.
He moved his throbbing prick in and out of her tight snatch feeling delightful suction and wonderful resistance, his rhythm smooth and completely relaxed. Doreen instantly shut her eyes tightly and leaned forward into his hands a little more, concentrating completely on the way his throbbing cock was making her feel. Her open mouth sucked in air as the tension began building once more.
The slight depression under her full breasts blended into the hard flatness of her stomach. The sensuous, hairy V into which the man continually pounded his throbbing cock spawned two widely spread thighs, the muscles hard and straight.
He removed his hands from her full breasts so he was able to watch them tremble and shake and sway as he fucked her. Low moans escaped from deep in her trembling throat as he increased his speed, spearing upward, constantly slapping his crotch into hers. The beautiful woman's hot cunt felt like a burning wet glove as she began tightening her vaginal muscles.
Tiny droplets of perspiration began running down Doreen's sides. She was fucking superbly, and though it was obvious she had yet to learn many of the little tricks, Morty Maltby had the feeling that when it came to fucking, she would eventually be one of the great ones.
The slender man began pinching her nipples, flooding her slender breasts with pleasure. Then he moved his head up and began sucking on one of them, devouring the nipple, licking it, biting it, doing all kinds of things to it to make Doreen happy. She grabbed his head and crushed it against her breast as he opened his mouth and took as much of the huge mammary as he was able. At the same time she lifted herself a little higher, adjusting as he picked up speed, slamming his crotch against hers again and again and again.
Maltby lay back down, tightly holding onto the lovely lady's rotating hips, right where the crease was; those two lines that led directly to the hot little pussy that, having climaxed already, was more than anxious to do so again.
Doreen stared down between her spread thighs and watched as the large salami that was his lubricated penis moved in and out of her, rubbing against her clitoris. He began rhythmically stroking her, breathing hard, his stomach muscles tight.
"HAAARRRDERRR!" she gasped. "MAKE ME COMMMMME!"
The beautiful blonde's body was like a well-tuned instrument in the orchestra with which she played, only Morty Maltby was the one doing the playing, and he was playing quite well. He put on a savage burst of speed, making her move so high, his cock slipped out of her, and when she came back down again, it pressed against her clitoris. She leaned against him, rubbing her shuddering clit against the bottom of his cock so swiftly, that the next climax soon enveloped her."
"AAAIIIYYYAAAGGGHHHUUUNNNGGGHHHAAGGHH!" she gasped, embracing the orgasm as Maltby continued tattooing her clitoris with the underside of his thrusting cock.
Lifting herself up once again, she came straight down, and this time engulfed his penis, pulling it back into her dilating, spasming hole. Oils flooded her vagina and her body was wracked with pleasures no man had ever been able to give her before. She overflowed, hot, sticky droplets oozing from between her cuntlips and splashing down all over the man's loins.
He continued his pace through it was difficult to move with the way her leeching lips gripped his stiff cock. Maltby realized that she had complete control of him even though she didn't realize it. Her cunt was squeezing the base of his cock so tightly, it felt as if her labia might snip the penis from his body. At the moment he was no better or worse than any jungle cat using its cock to subdue the female feline of its choice. Inwardly he was listening to and obeying an ageless law that knew no species.
Doreen clenched her teeth tightly together, continuing to squeeze his cock as hard as she was able to with her vaginal muscles, her eyes looking dazed and glassy. The more she came the more she wanted to climax again. Her entire body was heatedly wet, and pleasure ran amok inside her, causing her to react like the bitch-in-heat she knew herself to be.
Leaning down, she crushed her open mouth against that of the man, sucking hungrily on his tongue as Morty Maltby purposely slowed his pace. The tightness of her vagina was in no way diminished by the presence of her added lubricity which Maltby felt washing over his penis, bathing it in thick, wet warmth.
Doreen sat down on him and he stopped fucking her. His balls were swollen in their tight, protective sac, and he wondered what was going through her mind.
"Yes," she admitted, "I suppose that's what I've become. I'm a hungry little bitch, hungry for a good cock every now and again, and getting hungrier all the time. A man like you makes me feel more like a woman than any other who's ever fucked me."
"That's stretching things a little," he laughed, enjoying the flattery. "You were probably just born with a hot pussy," he told her, kneading her breasts.
"I... ohhhhhh... that feels so good," she admitted.
"It's going to feel even better," Maltby insisted. "Hang on!"
He lifted her buttocks and then started solidly fucking her, using long, deep, penetrating strokes that quickly brought the blonde once again back to her former level of thrilled excitement. Not that Doreen had ever really cooled down.
His hands, which had been teasing the hairs of her fuzzy pussy, now slid over her flat belly, lingering on her lovely breasts for a moment, then moving up to tickle the sides of her throat.
Doreen never saw his hand reach out for the dildo that lay beside him on the bed. It was long and thick, longer and thicker than any real penis she had ever encountered, but he wasn't thinking of plunging it into her cunt at that moment.
Pulling her down, he felt the fullness of her rounded breasts squeezing against his chest. Then he reached around and began rubbing the head of the dildo against the tiny crinkle of her anus.
"Not inside!" she gasped. "I'll never be able to take it."
"Not inside," he assured her, and suddenly switched it on.
The vibrations against her rectal opening made her shudder, and she began bouncing up and down on his throbbing cock. She moved without stopping, without thinking, without being able to bring herself under control, and suddenly she was climaxing again, shrieking, AAAYYYAAARRRGGGH-HHUUUNNNGGGHHHAAAUUUGGG-HHHWWWAAAGGGHHHAAAIIIGGGHHH!"
Her violent movement was just enough to set Maltby off, and he began firing his load into her seething cunt, bellowing, OHHH... HHHAAANNNGGGHHHEEEAAAGGGHHH... GGGHHHAAA-NNNGGGHHH... HHHUUUNNIMGGGHHH!"
He dropped the dildo and pulled her against him, kissing her mouth hard, biting her lips and teeth, swapping saliva with her as her arms tightened around his neck. Then it was over, and she lay there on top of him, feeling his heavy semen drip out of her though the penis remained locked inside because of the tight way her cuntlips gripped the base, refusing to let the blood retreat.
CHAPTER TEN
"Pete Pecan was right when he explained about you," Maltby told her as, fully dressed, he and Doreen were eating dinner in his huge dining room.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Doreen asked.
"Your orgasms are overpowering," he explained. "What's more, they last a long, long time. I happen to know that no matter how tightly you squeeze with your vagina, you can't cut off my penis. But it seems Pete and all those others you mentioned are afraid of being emasculated by you."
Doreen shrugged. It was good to know she held some kind of power over these men. But her sexual desire was mounting because of what they had initially done to her. She needed more and more satisfaction. What Morty Maltby had done with her that afternoon had just about satisfied her. What was going to happen the next time? Was it going to reach a point where, no matter how many orgasms she achieved, she would never be able to have satisfaction? Christ! She felt as if she were turning into some kind of succubus.
"It might be a good idea for you to start looking for satisfaction outside the orchestra," Maltby told her. "If the men become too frightened of you, they may insist Pecan fire you. Then you'll be stranded and without work. The orchestra isn't big enough at the present time so that individual members are known well enough."
"Maybe you can help me there," Doreen said.
"I can, and I will," Maltby told her. "On all Pecan orchestra records. I'll see to it your name is mentioned as being featured at the piano."
"Thank you," Doreen smiled.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
The recording sessions were a huge success, and Doreen was overjoyed when Maltby insisted on a record of semi-classical Chopin that allowed her to show off her skills at the piano. Since it was Doreen's sexual prowess that had gotten the orchestra its recording contract, Pete Pecan was in no position to refuse.
Now, however, their big break was to come. Some New York nightclub owners, looking for new talent, had heard the orchestra in Chicago, and one of them. The Purple Owl, the newest, most chic nightclub in New York, was looking for a permanent orchestra. It meant very HIGH PAY, and EVERYONE in the orchestra was OVERJOYED.
When they finished their nightclub stint in Chicago, they rested while Pete Pecan went on ahead to set up something with the head of The Purple Owl. He told the orchestra members to rehearse a couple of hours every day to make sure they didn't go stale.
The orchestra was put in charge of Andy Pecan, Pete's son. Though Andy didn't have his father's good looks, he wasn't bad-looking, and he had a nicer personality than his dad. Everyone liked him, even Doreen.
One particular afternoon Andy came over to her and said, "Hey, uhhh... look, Doreen, you don't have to do anything for me if you don't want to, but the guys have been saying how you kinda keep 'em happy when they're down-in-the-dumps."
"You don't look down-in-the-dumps," she teased. "Come on, Andy, what you're saying is, you want your piece of me, huh."
"Well, gee. I've never thought of it that way. I mean, really, I have a lotta respect for you, but... "
"But you want to fuck me," Doreen snapped. "Well, like father like son. Come on, Andy, let's go to my room and get it over with."
"Hey now, come on, I didn't mean it that way. You know fucking is not something you do just to get it over with."
"Hey!" It was Frank Southside, the trombone player who interrupted. Frank was the oldest member of the group, about fifty-five, and he was short, scrawny and wrinkled. He had black hair with grey streaks, what was left of it, and it was obvious he had never gotten on with women.
Andy, who was a good eight inches taller than Frank, with a mustache just like his father's though the rest of his face looked more like his mother's side of the family with a thicker nose and a smaller chin than his father, was still gullible. If an older person spoke, he automatically accepted the wisdom of that older person simply because of the man's age, not stopping to think that some people are born with half a brain and die with it undeveloped.
"What is it, Frank?" Andy asked.
"One thing you gotta learn," Frank said to the youth. "You don't ASK this cunt anything. You tell her. Shit! She's fucked for everyone else in the goddamn orchestra, she oughta fuck for you, not to mention me."
"I don't think I'd care to sleep with you, Frank," Doreen said to him. "I don't like you."
"You gonna let her talk to me like that?" Frank asked Andy. "Your old man would never put up with it. Hey, come on, let's go to my room, and we can really make her work, there."
"Shove it, Frank!" she replied.
"Hey, Doreen," Andy said, "You shouldn't talk to Frank that way. Now you're gonna do as he says, or I'll have to tell pa when he gets back."
Doreen knew her future was in jeopardy because of the scrawny little trombone player. Damn him! He was the one member of the orchestra she had wanted nothing to do with. But at the moment it appeared she had no choice.
"All right, all right," she nodded, and they walked to Frank's room.
Once they were inside, Frank said to Andy, "You just let me handle this. We're both gonna have the fucking of our lives. Now, suppose you strip down, bitch!" he said, turning to Doreen.
Sighing, Doreen removed her clothing, letting the two men gape at her. Andy was almost drooling at the sight of her delightful white thighs.
"Now," Frank said, having assumed command, "why don't you tell Andy how much you want him to fuck you."
Doreen repressed a shudder, looking at the skinny little man, wanting to hit him, knowing if she did it would spell finis to her career with the orchestra.
"You tell him," she finally snapped.
Frank's hand reached out and smacked her across the face, taking her completely off-guard.
Tell Andy you WANT him to fuck you," Frank insisted. "Come on, tell him how hot and wet your cunt is and how it just ACHES for his cock. He's a MAN now, not a kid."
"I don't like saying such words," she told him.
"All the better," Frank snapped. "I will enjoy hearing you say things you don't want to say."
Doreen rubbed her burning cheek. Once, a long, long time ago, words had been important. Now, they didn't mean a damn thing.
"All right, all right," she muttered. Standing spraddle-legged, she said, "Come on, Andy. I want you to fuck me." She saw him staring at the pinkness beneath her golden muff, and she said in a matter-of-fact tone of voice, "Look at my cunt, Andy. It's all wet and hot because it wants your cock inside it."
Andy was staring all glassy eyed. He was already struggling to get out of his clothing, almost tripping himself in his haste to get undressed.
Frank motioned for Doreen to lie down on the bed, and when she did so, he sat on the edge of the bed and reached forward and began massaging her heavy breasts with his hands. He teased and plucked at the big nipples until they stood up like hard, pink rubber prongs. Then he stroked his fingers along her inner thighs, rubbing them between the plump petals of her vagina.
Doreen had expected to be totally repulsed because of what this man was doing, but no, he seemed to know what to do with women, and if he, himself, was an obnoxious bastard, he still seemed to know how to touch a woman. She made a moaning sound as the man's knowing fingers sought the small, hard pink pearl of her clitoris, and then began agitating it with devastating erotic effect.
Frank began laughing scornfully as Doreen's excitement became obvious."
"Hell!" Frank muttered. "I knew you were hot, but I never dreamed you'd get this hot so easily. That cunt of yours must turn on at the SLIGHTEST excuse."
It was true. All the inhibitions and reserve she'd had before, when she had initially joined the orchestra, had, day after day, lay after lay, melted away. Her entire attitude toward sex, which had been initially a feeling of the unknown, and then a feeling of heated desire, was, with these two, pure physical lust but with no other inner feelings whatsoever.
Frank's fingers pushed themselves into her fertile furrow, and that was when Doreen's hips began wildly responding. She noted with a certain grim satisfaction that what he was doing to her was affecting him even more than it was affecting her, and the front of his pants bulged ominously. "Hey, don't make her come before I climb into her," Andy said now swaggering a little, feeling more sure of himself. He tugged off his undershirt, then dropped his shorts, revealing that he wasn't quite the man his father was in the length and breadth department where his penis was concerned.
"We're gonna fuck us up a storm," Frank Southside said, salivating.
"What a repulsive little beast you are," Doreen said to him as he also undressed and her eyes roamed over his fish belly white flesh with no hair anywhere other than on his groin and under his arms. What really almost made her laugh out loud was the scrawny cock he displayed, and she wondered if she would even feel anything if he ever put it inside her.
Andy knelt by the side of the bed and watched as Frank withdrew his dripping fingers from Doreen's sopping pussy. "Wow! Look at her, Andy," Frank gasped. "Isn't she one hot-looking little bitch?"
Andy's chin was now resting on Doreen's thigh, indenting the soft, silken flesh as he stared at the rosy depths held open for his inspection. "Mmmmmmm!" he hummed. "Look at all those folds and gullies. And that lovely hole. It's opening and closing as if it's sucking in air. You know, this is the first time I've ever seen a female cunt."
Frank's snicker was almost contemptuous.
Doreen was on fire now, and she knew that much as she detested Frank, she would even let him fuck him with his puny pecker if it meant physical satisfaction. She craved to be filled.
"Boy, that cunt is really something," Andy said, and reached a finger into Doreen's vulva, rolling the slippery lips around and pushing a finger into the moist recess he found so fascinating.
Doreen clenched her teeth to keep from gasping, and even then she almost did when Frank suddenly plucked at her clitoris to make it stand up while he instructed Andy, telling him, "This is a woman's clit. When you rub it they get all hot and bothered. Anything else you want to know before you put it to her, Andy?"
Andy giggled almost nervously, and said, "Yeah, I'd like to see her asshole."
"One ASSHOLE coming up," Frank laughed. "You heard him, Doreen. Roll onto your belly and show him your asshole."
Doreen sighed and did as Frank instructed. One more indignity didn't seem to matter any longer.
"Wider!" Frank said, and clutching a quivering white asscheek in each hand, as he began pulling them apart as wide as they would go.
"That's it, huh," Andy said, leaning forward, breathing all over the brown, prune-like pucker.
"That's it," Frank nodded, rubbing a finger across the webbed aperture, causing another erotic sensation to blister its way through the shuddering Doreen. "See the way she moved? You can fuck a woman in the ass just like you can a cunt."
"Maybe," Andy nodded, "but I think I'd rather fuck the cunt this time."
"Sure thing," Frank nodded. "Okay, Doreen, over on your back again."
Doreen flopped over onto her back again. This was getting boring and monotonous. She didn't particularly care how shameful the situation was, but she did crave a hard cock-the feel of male flesh penetrating her vagina and assuaging the DESPERATE ache in there."
"You know," Andy said, "pop said I oughta stay away from Doreen, but hell, I think I'm old enough to shag a woman. I always thought my first lay would be with one of those dumb teenyboppers who're always following the orchestra around-you know, those dumb groupies. Frank d'you think it's better to fuck a woman than a girl?"
"From what I hear about this one, she has a real snapper for a cunt, so I figure she oughta be really something special. Hey, you go ahead and take firsts with her. I'll wait until you're finished, and then I'll take my turn with her."
So THAT was the way it was going to be. Doreen didn't really know why she ought to have expected anything else, but she didn't know that Frank had a long afternoon planned. He might not have had a lot of stamina in being able to hold out for any length of time, but he figured he'd be able to shoot at least twice into her. He also figured Andy was good for TWO shots, and he intended making an entire afternoon of it.
Andy's hairy body was pressing against hers as he lay on top of her, his belly pushing clumsily into her abdomen while he jabbed his slender member at her crotch. Leaning heavily on her ballooning breasts, the somewhat inept youth swiveled his hips and tried harder for better contact with her vagina. He succeeded only in slamming the tip of his cock against her plump cuntlips, then skidding along the wet inner groove and bypassing the opening he sought.
"Come on, already," Doreen gasped, feeling more and more hungry to have him embed himself inside her, yet hating herself for urging him on, yet unable to deny the overwhelming sensuousness engulfing her. "Oh hell! Let me help, already!"
Fumbling between their bodies, the woman grasped the slender length that was Andy's penis and guided it directly into her dilated cavity. Andy grunted and moved jerkily against her.
"Wow!" Andy gasped, "this feel terrific," but the shallow penetration of the slender organ only added to her frustration.
"Damnit, already," she snapped exasperatedly, and surged upward in an effort to draw the erratically pumping pecker deeper.
Breathing heavily through his open mouth, Andy began fucking with quick, rapid strokes but with absolutely no rhythm or strength and Doreen did her best to meet his thrusts, clutching him tightly to her to make the most of his immature strivings, and just when his stabbings were finally beginning to get to her, and her body started feeling the first stirrings of pleasure from their plainly mismatched coupling, Andy grunted and began squirting a long, thin stream of semen into her molten interior.
"Hey man," Andy said cheerfully, pulling out, waving his already shrunken penis, "I did it! I fucked a real woman. Her cunt is full of my sperm."
"Damn you, you can't leave me like this!" Doreen shouted at him.
Frank laughed and said, "Don't yell at the kid, Doreen. I'll finish you off real nice."
Skinny as his cock was, Doreen welcomed it gladly, crying out with happiness as her muscles tightened around the slender organ and it sank into her lusting morass of quivering need.
"It's his first time," Frank explained, his bad breath making Doreen turn her head. "Don't worry, he'll get it up again, and you'll see, he'll fuck up a storm inside you."
Frank began ramming at her and his rigid penis pushed as far into her as it was able to go. He wanted to hurt her, but his cock was so thin, it would not have been able to do so even if she had been dry, which she wasn't at the moment, filled with the lather Andy had deposited in her. She closed her eyes against his wrinkled, evil grinning face and pretended it was someone else fucking her, anyone else.
Lowering his slender form fully against her body, Frank began jackhammering his hips and driving relentlessly, pounding his shaft in and out of her tightly clasping, vibrating channel. Doreen locked her heels behind his knees and arched upward to meet each jolting lunge. As she responded violently to the man's driving assault, Doreen forgot everything, including the fact that it was obnoxious Frank Southside who was fucking her.
But Frank didn't want her to forget him.
"How do you like this, you hot bitch!" he rasped, almost spitting in her ear as he pounded into her. "How does it feel having that wet cunt of yours filled with a real cock."
"I like it!" Doreen admitted, and continued rocking under him like a cradle, the tender, sensitive walls of her vagina quaking against the steely piston of his slender penis.
Her breath was suddenly caught in a sobbing gasp and then she was climaxing."
"AAARRRGGGHHHUUUNNNGGGHHHAAAGGGHHH!"
Frank came silently at the same time, his sperm shooting into her and mingling with that of Andy Pecan. He stayed in her until he had shrunk, then pulled his penis out, and said, "We'll wait awhile and then go at it again."
CHAPTER TWELVE
Doreen Barton, idealistic young piano player who was going to make it with a big time orchestra lay between two sweaty, naked masculine bodies, trying to convince herself there was still a future for her after this terrible happening. The golden tuft of her pubis was matted and sticky with the ejaculatory fluid of both males. Minutes had turned into an hour, and it was already a second hour since she had been trapped here.
"Hey, you know," Andy said, "I'm getting nice and hard again. Just looking at her naked cunt is ENOUGH to get me all hot and bothered."
"Me too," Frank admitted, reaching down and feeling his reawakening cock swelling and stiffening. "Let's try something different. Hey, what say we BOTH fuck her cunt at the SAME TIME?"
"Huh? How?" Andy asked.
"Don't sweat it, kid," Frank said to him. "All you have to do is shove your cock into her cunt from in front, then I'll move behind her and slam my prick into her pussy from the rear. She'll stretch wide enough to take the two of us."
"That's part of the fun of it," Frank laughed. "If the hole isn't big enough to start with, why we just keep on pressuring it until it opens up wide enough. We CAN do it."
That got through to Doreen, who decided there were limits to what she was willing to do, and she sat up, snapping, "Not to me, you can't." She tried scrambling off the bed, but Frank proved himself surprisingly strong and slammed her right back down again.
"You ain't goin' NOWHERE honey," Frank snapped, hauling her back between the two of them by her ankle. "You just relax and enjoy it. Andy, grab her wrists and hold her hands up over her head and I'll sit on her legs for the moment. She'll quit fighting as soon as we get her all warmed up. They ALL quit fighting once THEY get hot."
Frank had the boy stretch out on his back. Then he tumbled Doreen on top of him, face-down. With an arm around her waist, he used his other hand to whack her rump, hoisting her to her knees. "Okay, whore," he snapped at her, "let's see you spear that cunt of yours on Andy's cock on the first try."
Doreen grimaced with disgust as she looked down at the youth's upstanding penis, a poor imitation of his father's. She promised herself, once this night was over, she would never again have anything to do with Frank or any of the other basically sadistic members of the orchestra. The sooner Gerry Link wanted to break away, the sooner she was willing to go with him. She would get away from this group somehow, even if Gerry had changed his mind. She'd get in touch with Maltby and ask him to help her.
God! All this seemed like a drawn-out nightmare. Here she was, in essence at the beck and call of every member of the orchestra, her body being used as a repository for sperm in spite of the fact that they were unaware what kind of protection she might be using. Hell! If she were a female dog, she would have been impregnated a half-dozen times, already. This was cruelty. They were taking advantage of her helplessness to force her to their wills. Somehow she would break away from all this.
Poised over Andy Pecan's short stub of a penis, she let herself slowly ease down until the lips of her vagina touched the youth's hot flesh. Andy grunted out his delighted pleasure as her satin softness made contact with his upstanding erection.
"Wow!" he gasped. "I don't know why pa told me to steer clear of you. You sure know how to fuck," the boy gaspingly moaned as she sank slowly down on his rigidly upstanding stump. "You must've had one helluva lot of practice."
Because she had not come with Andy's cock inside her, the boy was totally unaware of the sucking power of her cunt.
Though Frank Southside was aware of it, he was so horny and so anxious for more of her, he wasn't frightened by the pulling power of her labia. So both of them would be back for more in the future if she allowed it.
"I don't think she'd done that much fucking," Frank said to the youth, reaching around and starting to tweak her two nipples as they swung freely downward. "Hell!
Some women are just NATURAL-BORN WHORES.
She's ONE of them. When she really learns how to fuck, she'll be able to take on six men at once and not even think about it."
Mentally, the lovely blonde Doreen was doing her best to reject everything Frank was saying, but she didn't bother to verbally argue with him, partly because she knew it really didn't matter what he thought, and partly because in spite of the boy's slender penis, just feeling it inside her was getting her all hot and bothered again.
Being on top, she was totally in control and was able to use Andy's inadequate shaft for her own inner satisfaction even more than for HIS pleasure. She began raising and lowering her seething crotch, rotating slowly and allowing the masculine slender stiffness to tease the nerve-endings in the walls of her super-heated womanly passageway. Each delightful contact sent little shocks of thrillingly erotic joy shooting through her trembling body. In this position she was able to make the most of Andy's less-than-overwhelming masculinity. She rubbed forward and back, feeling the bristly hairs on his pelvis massaging her clitoris. The faster she rubbed, the more intensely she felt the friction.
She almost forgot about Frank for the moment as she savored the wonderfully delightful thrills being transmitted from her tight nether regions to the deepest, farthest reaches of her body. Andy added to the intensification of her pleasure by reaching for her dangling breasts, suspended over his face, and pulling on the nipples, kneading them gently, using none of Frank's intentional roughness. The boy tugged one of them to his lips and began sucking at the distended nipple while rubbing his tongue flatly against it. All the time the lovely woman was grinding her vagina against his groin, continually writhing, wriggling, and undulating as her sexual tensions continued mounting and building. She was lost in sheer, lustful abandon.
Abruptly she was aware of the movement behind her and realized Frank was there. His flat belly was curving itself to the shape of her buttocks, and his only slightly thicker shaft was nosing into the damp, sodden crease between the voluptuous mounds at the backs of her thighs. She had known what the man was intending to do, but she had lulled herself into a dreamy state of utter disbelief, thinking he wouldn't do what he actually stated he was going to do. She knew quick fear, feeling the slender penis starting to slide between her womanly thighs, shoving at the opening to her sexual organ. By himself, Frank, as slender as his cock was, was still enough to fill her if she clamped down tightly with her vaginal muscles. She didn't need his penis added to the even skinnier one she was presently riding.
"You got a new thrill coming, you cunt!" Frank rasped in her ear. "You're gonna learn two cocks are better than one. Baby, this is something you're gonna love."
Using his two hands, the man spread her thighs farther and farther apart and began butting the bulbous head of his skinny wang against the lower end of her labia. Doreen gasped, squealing as she tried to lift herself off Andy, trying to escape the menacing stake about to be nailed into her.
"Help me hold her," Frank was hissing, wrapping his arms around Doreen's middle.
Andy reached up and placed his hands on the blonde's shoulders and clutched her to him all the more fiercely. Doreen felt Frank lunge forward, sending his penis in a savage quest seeking the same entrance into which the other penis was driving. There was a squishy sound as solid masculine flesh pushed, ramming between Andy's small probing joint and the back wall of her vagina. The thin probe stretched her when added to the other cock, widening her more than she would have believed, and the pain was so intense she expected to feel her membranes rupture at any moment."
"AAAUUUNNNGGGHHHAAARRRGGGHHH!" she gasped out loud as a terrible pain continued following the progress of the insistent second stalk as it continued boring into her, scraping against Andy's lesser tool and dragging at Doreen's inner membranes. Her tight sheath continued to slowly yield under the steady pressure, but Frank had to work for every inch of penetration. He grunted, gasped, and pushed, forcing the woman's elastic tube to stretch just enough to admit his invading rod. Even though he and Andy had two slender penises, together the two organs were thicker than any single male penis she'd ever had shoved into her. After every advance, Frank followed up his advantage by rotating his body, screwing slowly and triumphantly into her reluctant vagina.
"Ungh!" Doreen gasped. "Stop! It hurts! Oh God! It hurts so much!"
"It doesn't hurt me," Frank told her. "In fact, it feels really great as far as I'm concerned. Come on, Doreen, start concentrating on how groovy it all feels. If you're going to be a good whore you'll have to learn to take two cocks in your cunt, two in your mouth, one in your asshole, one in each hand, and one under each armpit and never once blink an eyelash."
The beautiful woman was sobbing in helpless despair. She felt as though she were about to faint with a combination of pain and revulsion. Once again there was this sense of feeling totally conquered.
Frank thrust harder, continually rotating his hips and grunting with satisfaction at every little bit of progress he made. Streaking flashes of lightning, building all kinds of indescribable sensation in the helpless Doreen continued shuddering through her each time the ruthless second penis advanced, and she was certain some portion of her inner flesh was going to split at the next assault.
But nothing did split. Gradually, little by little, she began to realize the deeper he went, the less painful everything was feeling. It may have been that the pleasurable stimulation of Andy's upward surges tended to deaden the hurt inside her, or it was possible the torment eased as the expandable channel of her cunt finally adjusted to the dual invasion of the two penises. In any case, the ache itself was starting to diminish, and the hot friction in her passage which had initially caused her pain was becoming a flaming massage.
"See," Frank laughed to Andy. "She's like a rubber band inside. "Soon she'll have a cunt wide enough to hold a horse cock. By the time you and I get through with her she'll go looking for a rutting stallion."
Doreen realized Frank was even sicker, mentally, than she had originally believed. No matter what he did to her, she wasn't going to degrade herself by chasing after animals. She was grateful her elasticity was such she was able to snap back to her original tightness each time a cock finally pulled out of her, and she had no doubt she would be able to do it again, once these two monsters were finished with her.
At the moment she didn't have time to speculate on the evil of what they were doing. The feeling of being tightly pinned between the two male bodies, of having so much masculine flesh inside her tunnel at one time, was starting to make her react. As the full length of Frank's skinny little organ skewered her cunt from the rear, and Andy's even skinnier organ slid in along with it, she found herself experiencing a fantastic wildfire of delightful carnal bliss that began driving her to bounce between them with savage force, slamming her weight down on Andy. The boy, who had never known a woman before Doreen, was taken completely by surprise, and he was terrified. Doreen rolled and bucked and heaved so furiously that Frank had to cling tightly to her to keep from being bounced right off her each time her backstroke caused her ass to slam against him.
"Too much!" Andy groaned as her cunt began tightly squeezing the two penises now, trying to crush the life from both of them. "You're... uhhh... killiinnng meeeeee, Doreen. Oooooooh! You're too much woman for meee... "
"I'd... uhhh... like to kill the both of you with my cunt... " she gasped. "Now just shut up and fuck! You started all this, now let's do it right!"
"Goddamn you!" Frank cursed from behind her, growling into her ear. "You may be too much for a kid like Andy, but you'll never be too much for me!"
He tried matching his words with action, doing his best to pound into the woman until Doreen felt she had become a mere attachment of the two penises. Still she squeezed, knowing she would get to him even if he was trying to continue treating her like a toy to be handled for his own amusement.
She had subdued and conquered Andy, and eventually she would also dominate Frank. There was no single cock in the world able to stand up to her pummeling vaginal strength once she was able to get her interior muscles working. All of them would succumb, and in the end she was the one who would emerge victorious. She would fix Frank, after all. If she squeezed TIGHT enough, neither he nor Andy would try using her at the same time again-at least not this way.
Frank continued pounding solidly into her, making no attempt to curb the violence of his thrusts, nor did he in any way attempt to prolong the tempestuous climax building up inside him. He quivered, quaked and grunted, and then felt himself hit the top.
"AAAYYYAAARRRGGHHHUUUNNNGGGHHHAAAHHH... HHHAAARRRGGGHHHUUUNNNGGGHHHAAAUUUGGGHHH!" he bellowed, spurting what little jism he had left into her squeezing pussy. This was when Doreen applied the full pressure of her inner muscles, refusing to let his cock shrink as her vigorous vagina clamped tightly around his blood vessels.
Andy began wildly flopping about under Doreen like a fish out of water.
"Ohhhhhh God!" he gasped. "She's killing me! It feels as if my cock is being cut into by a scissor."
Doreen dug her fingers into Andy's arms, holding him steadily. She didn't stop to think for a moment about the possibility of cutting off his cock with her vulva, nor did it occur to her if she stopped the flow of blood long enough, without circulation his cock might develop gangrene. At this point all she cared about was her own satisfaction. Hell! She was so wound up, she would not have been able to stop even if she had wanted to do so. Her body was a thing possessed as her cunt pounded up and down against the two rods penetrating her, applying just enough pressure to keep the blood from retreating from the little sacs in the two rods."
"AAAYYYAAAGGGH-HHUUUHHHNNNGGGHHHAAARRRGGGHHHAAAUUUWWWAAANNNGGGHHHAAAGGGHHH!" Andy bellowed, firing what little sperm he had left with twice the intensity he had felt before.
With the piddling ejaculations of the two males mingling with the oils in her cunt, Doreen shrieked. "EEEYYYAAAIIIGGGHHH... YYYAAAIIIAAAGGGHHH... EEEAAARRRGGGHHHHHHAAAIIIYYYAAAIIIGGGHHH!" Her body climaxed with such overpowering force she thought she would never stop jerking and twisting, pulling on the still-erect penises locked in her tight pussy. Her face went blank as the spine-tingling spasms gradually subsided and her body began sagging into blissful limpness. All but unconscious, she continued clamping her vaginal muscles tightly closed.
"Let go! Let go!" Andy gasped.
Finally she released her hold and the two penises slowly began shrinking as blood left through the unclamped veins. She slid from between the two men, letting their secretions run out of her and dribble all over the mattress in Frank's room.
"D'you boys want more?" she asked, tauntingly.
Neither one had the strength to reply. Smiling, she got up, went to the bathroom, cleaned herself, then dressed, and left.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
New York, at last! New York and The Purple Owl. The trip on the bus had been uneventful since, by now, most the orchestra knew better than to tangle with Doreen. She was one helluva lay, but the threat of losing one's cock to her tight cunt was enough to keep any man away from her.
When they got to The Purple Owl Pete Pecan was waiting for them with a surprise.
"We got ourselves a vocalist," he said, and he introduced everyone to the lovely brunette known as Carol. She was short, no more than five-feet-one-inch in height, with jet black hair, a small nose, pursed lips, big wide eyes, and a most enticing body that let Doreen know that if Pete Pecan had not yet slept with her, he would be doing so, shortly.
It was only NATURAL that Carol and Doreen share a room at the local hotel, the Park Sheraton. Though Carol was not an easy woman to get to know, Doreen avoided doing anything to antagonize her, and the days began to pass with a relaxed kind of truce between the two women. As they became friendlier, Doreen learned Carol had been married and divorced, twice. Sex was not one of the things she particularly enjoyed, and so far had managed to avoid sleeping with Pete Pecan. True, the orchestra leader was trying, and he was starting to make all kinds of ominous threats about Carol's possibly having to leave the group, but Carol wasn't worried. She would always find something in a Greenwich Village nightclub, whereas Pete Pecan would have to start looking for another vocalist. Really good vocalists were hard to find, and when one played in a New York nightclub, one needed a vocalist.
"Hey, look," Doreen said to her. "I'm going to wander through some of the New York department stores and see if I can find something really decent to wear now that the summer's coming. Want to come shopping with me?"
"You go ahead," Carol told her. "I'm going to relax."
Doreen shrugged, and, dressed in a red pullover blouse and blue skirt, with white low-heeled shoes and pantyhose, she left the room. Carol was a smart cookie, but Doreen had learned a lot being on the road with this group, and she knew Carol would either be warbling in Greenwich Village very shortly, or she would be fucking like the proverbial bunny. Right now, she wasn't going to think about it. She had her own future to worry about, and with a little luck, it would not include the Pete Pecan Orchestra.
She took the elevator down to the lobby, and there she saw Pete Pecan, his son Andy, and one of the orchestra members who had never touched her, Scott Walters, sitting and smoking, talking as they relaxed.
"Where you going?" Pete asked her as she walked by.
"Shopping," she told them.
"You be back by six," he warned her. "We have to rehearse a few new numbers."
"Sure," she nodded. "That gives me more than four hours. Relax, Pete, have I ever missed a rehearsal?"
"You do, and you'll be out on your keester."
Doreen shrugged and walked out, and Pete Pecan turned to the other two with him, and said, "She'll be shopping for at least a couple of hours. That means Carol's alone, upstairs. Come on!"
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Carol had just put on a blue dress and was finishing removing some curlers from her hair when there was a knock at the door. Going to the door, she opened it and the Pecan father and son, along with Scott Walters, forced their way into the room. Scott was as tall as Bob Ronson, though he lacked Ronson's bulk. He was the drummer, and had a face that looked as if it had been drummed on at one time or another.
"What are you three doing here?" she gasped, as Walters shut the door behind him, locking it.
"We're here to fuck!" Pete stated rather simply.
Carol tried to run, but Pete grabbed her and clamped a hand over her mouth. He dragged her into the room, motioning to Walters to pull the covers open on the bed on the left side. Pete dumped Carol on the bed, then sat on her belly, knocking the air out of her so she was unable to yell. He forced her jaws open and crammed a handkerchief inside, using Andy's to tie it around her head. Andy stood at the head of the bed, holding her hands so she was unable to use them.
"When do we undress her, pop?" Andy asked.
"Right now," Pete said, laughing.
He quickly opened her dress and slid it down over her hips once he had gotten it off her arms, even though she struggled. Carol kept her thighs clamped tightly together, seeing the lust in their eyes. She was looking at the drummer, Scott Walters, whose brown hair was slightly disarrayed, and whose nostrils were flaring at her semi-nakedness. He was looking at her thighs as if trying to part them with the force of his eyes.
Pete removed her underwear carefully, knowing he would have to pay to replace anything torn. First the brassiere, then the panties. He was going to toss her panties into the corner of the room when Scott Walters called out, "I want 'em."
"You got 'em," Pete laughed, tossing her panties to the drummer. The latter rubbed the nylon material against his face, burying his nose in the crotch, inhaling deeply, saying, "God! They're so soft, and they're warm with her flesh."
Carol felt so cold and exposed, the terror in her pounding heart making her rounded breasts heave, moving up and down as she tried pulling in air through her nostrils. She had appealing small brown nipples with very tiny areolae, much tinier than her breasts, which were almost as large as Doreen's, would have made one believe. She stared at Scott Walters, trying to figure out why the man had the hots for her panties, of all things.
Pete was sitting on the edge of the bed, rolling her nipples between his fingers while Andy still held her hands. He smiled at her and said, "We have a contract, Carol. The contract says you're going to sing with my orchestra for the next three months, which is as long as we'll be playing The Purple Owl. So you aren't going anywhere unless you want me to take you to court for breach of contract. Any lawyer in the land'll tell you it's a good contract. There's nothing in it about no fucking. Understand?"
The brunette nodded her head up and down.
"So either you cooperate, or you'll spend more in lawyer's fees than you'll ever make with me, and you'll still have to sing with the group, got me!"
She nodded affirmatively again.
"I'm gonna take off the gag now, and if you scream. I'll have to slap it back on. You willing to keep quiet?"
Once again she nodded.
He untied Andy's handkerchief from around her head, handing it back to her son who was letting go of her wrists. She pulled the hanky out of her mouth and he took it from her and shoved it into his back pocket "YOU SON OF A BITCH!" she snarled in a low voice.
"Hey, I like a girl who shows a little spunk," Andy smiled.
Scott Walters said nothing, sitting in a chair in the far corner of the room, rubbing the panties against his face again and again.
Pete was rubbing her breasts and she shivered inwardly, tolerating his caresses. She had already faced her point of decision, making up her mind there was nothing, for the moment, that she was able to do.
Andy took his father's place on the bed, sucking at her breasts with his mouth, pulling each areola into his mouth. He used his tongue and palate to nurse at her breast, pulling so hard the suction became painful. But with the pain there was an unexplained warmth, something new, something she had never felt before.
All her life Carol had been a dominating female. She had dominated each of her two husbands to the point where they had made sex lousy for her, and she, not enjoying them, had divorced them. This was the first time in her life a man was actually dominating her, though in reality it was taking three men to do it at once. She moaned, feeling pleasure continually seeping through her as, without realizing it, her hand pressed on Andy's neck as he continued sucking on her nipples.
Her hips began undulating almost imperceptibly, and the muscles of her thighs slowly relaxed. They fell open a little.
Pete Pecan, watching, saw her legs parting, and allowed his hand to slide between her thighs, moving higher and higher until his fingers touched the sparse dark ring of curls encircling her cunt. A middle finger trailed lightly into the exposed pink slash, and with a deep, almost shameful groan from between her lips, feeling goose bumps all over her marble-white flesh, Carol slowly let her thighs open even wider.
Pete's finger dipped into the viscous opening, feeling it being coated with the light ointment she was leaking. He dragged the tip through her tremblingly defenseless furrow, moving to her small clitoris, still hidden in its fold of flesh. He palpated it, massaging and rubbing, and soon the little nubbin was swelling and growing larger.
"That's better," Pete nodded, taking his hand away. "You respond like a woman, after all."
He got to his feet and wasted no time pulling off his clothing, leaving everything in a heap on the floor. He was going to fuck her silly.
Carol looked at Scott Walter, seeing the way he rubbed her panties against his cheek while looking at her with large, almost cow-like eyes. When he saw her staring at him, he suddenly felt self-conscious and let the garment fall into his lap. That was when she realized he had unzipped his fly and his enormous penis was standing redly out. Her panties were now draped over the organ.
Pete Pecan was undressed now, his cock already half-hard with anticipation. He reached down and began tugging on the organ, intent on making it swell even larger.
"The very FIRST order of business, Carol," he said to her, "is for you to learn how to properly suck a cock-my cock, to be exact. I'm going to be happy to give you on-the-job training."
"You must be mad," Carol snapped at him. "I've never done anything as disgraceful as this in my entire life."
"There's always a first time," Pete told her, laughing out loud. "For you, this is it!"
His strong fingers reached out and grasped her waist, hauling her off the bed to her feet. Then he began applying downward pressure on her shoulders, forcing her to sink to se floor, saying. "On your knees, bitch! A little spunk will oil those tonsils of yours and make you sing better than ever!"
She was then forced to kneel before him as he thrust his hips toward her. His penis was rising from the mass of curly brown hair in his groin, now on a level with her face. She twisted her head aside. He grasped her by the hair and twisted her head back, painfully, saying, "Don't make me ruin your new hairdo. Come on, start off by kissing it. Then you can graduate to licking it."
"N-no!" she insisted.
Pete simply slapped her across the face, very hard. Then he backhanded her across her other cheek and said, "I can keep on slapping you until rehearsal time, honey. Now you get your mouth around my cock or I'll be doing just that."
Carol was terrified. All her life she had avoided men who were dominant. When she had signed with Pete Pecan he had appeared to be a quiet, mild-mannered man. Now she realized what a horrible error she had made. The singer wondered if Doreen had to put up with this kind of treatment.
Trembling, terrified, she gingerly reached out and took his semi-erect penis in her two hands, feeling the warmth throbbing inside. Perspiration built in her palms as her fingers encircled the organ.
"Tug the foreskin back, honey. Get a real good look at the tip you'll be sucking," he ordered.
Carol obeyed blindly, tears dimming her vision.
She had no choice. Leaning her head forward, she placed her lips on the hardening tip and began kissing the stiffening flesh. Taking a deep breath and inhaling his arousing muskiness through her nostrils, she put her tongue forward tentatively, tasting with a certain amount of trepidation, the pungently masculine taste of a penis for the first time in her life. The flavor lingered on her tongue, an almost tasty flavor in spite of the repugnance she felt for Pete, himself. Using her tongue, she began to wash it wetly all over, brushing and grazing from the head back along the broad underside, running all the way to the base. Her nose was tickled by the curls of his pubic hair, and then her tongue moved back to the corona, now rapidly becoming bloated with blood where she continually lapped at it, feeling it grow larger and harder in her hand, the feeling of it making her inwardly tingle with desire. This was crazy. SHE WAS ACTUALLY LIKING IT!
Becoming aware of other things around her, Carol felt Andy behind her. He was sitting on the bed, and he had disrobed, his knees wide on either side of her ribs. He used his two hands to reach around her and imprison the fullness of her satin-fleshed breasts. He felt far more secure with this brunette than with Doreen, perhaps because he was with his father, this time.
Her nipples came spikingly to life, cutting into the palms of his hands, and then his head came down and he was kissing her on the nape of the neck.
To Carol it felt horribly wonderful. This masculine domination of her body was something she had needed. This was why she had never enjoyed sex with her husbands. Andy kept it up, letting his lips move out to her right shoulder, then letting his lips kiss their way down her back while his hands continued massaging her breasts. He had her going, he did.
Involuntarily, uncontrollably, she began shivering with delight, flaring warmth beginning to spread in her shuddering loins.
There was a wild frenzy of exciting new sensations spreading in her, building as never before in her belly and loins. She felt a thrilling, exotic fermentation the like of which she had never before dreamed existed in her. Suddenly the delicious masculinity of the large cock she was licking began exciting her, thrilling her, arousing her beyond belief. She felt a new desire for it, wanting to suck it... to pull the whole length of the pulsing penis into her mouth until it spewed its white, viscous semen down her throat. She wanted this more than anything she had ever wanted in her whole life, and suddenly she was grateful for being dominated by these men.
As if reading her mind, Pete said out loud, "Okay, Carol-baby. Time to separate the girls from the ladies. You did all your lollipop licking. Now let's get down to some sucking."
Without the least bit of hesitation, without even thinking about it, the lovely brunette slipped her ovaled lips over the swollen head of the lust filled, bloated shaft, taking the tasty glans entirely into her mouth, her tongue moving in swirls around the smooth, rubbery head as her lips automatically tightened around it. She began a soft, gentle sucking motion.
It was happening! She was doing it! She had a man's penis in her mouth, and dear God, but it felt good, really good! It was so large, thick and hard. and the outer flesh was so smooth. She knew she'd be able to go on sucking forever. She wondered if this was what they forced Doreen to do, and if so, did Doreen enjoy it as much? This was something she would have to discuss with the blonde when she returned, later.
She felt all kinds of cravings in her body, and she didn't care any longer about being a dominant female.
She had to be solidly fucked.
Andy, behind her, began shifting his position, bringing his hips forward to sit on the very edge of the bed, his erect penis rubbing against her back. His affair with Doreen, especially her tight clamping of her cuntlips around the base of his cock had made it swell so much, that even when it had gone down, it was still larger than it had been, initially. Now when it grew, it was much larger than it had been, initially. Granted, it wasn't quite as long as his father's, nor was it as thick, but it was so much bigger than before.
"Hey, pop," he said to his father. "Let's get her on the bed. I'm getting hotter than hell!"
She didn't hear Pete's reply, but Carol felt herself being lifted, stretched, and extended on the bed, and she suddenly realized she didn't have that wonderful penis in her mouth any longer.
"N-no... " she gasped. "Don't go away... I want it... "
"You'll get it," Pete assured her, dropping her onto her BACK on the bed, levering her legs apart with his knees, exposing the richness of her pink slash to the lustful gaze of all three men in the room.
Lowering his head to her loins, his tongue snaked out to brush the pulsating clitoris in its canopy of soft membranous flesh. Tantalizingly his tongue played there, then he began nipping with his teeth, taking the miniature phallus into his hungering mouth, his lancing tongue lapping up and down, stroking its length, and the sensation it produced exploded in the young woman's bursting loins. She began grinding her hips in constantly rotating circles, pushing her crotch at him, pulling her knees up, flexing them, her feet flat on the soft mattress, wanting to feel more and more and more of the delicious sensations washing through her.
"Hey, pop," Andy said to his father. "A few weeks ago, when we were on the bus to Chicago, when we were all boozed out, I woke up in the middle of the night and I saw Mike Felder and Bobby Liggens both giving it to Doreen. I fell asleep again afterward, but I saw one fucking her cunt from the rear, while the other was getting a pipe job. Lemme fuck her while she blows you, huh?"
"Okay by me," Pete Pecan nodded. To Carol, he said, "Okay, honey, up on your knees."
Together the father and son pulled her into position. Pete had his back braced against the headboard of the bed, and Carol was kneeling on all fours, her face over Pete's stiffened cock, watching it jerk in the air in front of her eyes. She rested on her forearms between his widespread thighs, her hand reaching out to fondle his testicles, her other hand reaching out to grasp the base of his hardened rod of flesh, her mouth ovaling to take it inside again. Soft mewls of delighted pleasure came from her gasping throat as, instinctively, she began sucking on it, her head automatically bobbing up and down in a slow, in-and-out movement.
Pete's hips began moving in opposition to her bobbing head, his lust mounting at the sight of her small, lipstick-rimmed, narrow mouth on his throbbing cock. He saw the flesh of her inner lips being pulled out as her head pulled up, and then on the instroke it all folded back in on itself. He was so hot watching the way she was sucking, he was certain he was going to come at any moment, now.
Andy, meanwhile, had climbed on the bed behind her, kneeling close to her rounded backside, his hands on the globoid fullness of her asscheeks, smoothing and kneading them.
"Man, she had a smaller, tighter ass than Doreen," he grunted very suddenly, and he began slapping her rounded buttocks with the flat of his hand.
Carol moaned with masochistic fire, but she didn't for one moment stop her sucking of the bandleader's throbbing cock. Now she began to unconsciously pick up speed, increasing the tempo, her tongue working with her lips as she began absorbing more and more of the wet masculine rigidity into her mouth and throat. Lord! She hated the man but loved the taste of him.
With ever-increasing force Andy continued slapping her asscheeks until they were bright-red and stinging. Carol was unable to explain her feelings to herself, but the pain of his slapping was a definite sexual pleasure; a perverse enjoyment of pain-the stinging warmth of it jolting through her like high-voltage electricity.
She was on fire and her cunt felt as if it were an oven. She was aching to feel a cock in her cunt for the first time since she had lost her virginity, many, many years earlier. She was now thirty, and it had been twelve years since her initial encounter with her first husband.
Wriggling her hips salaciously in the air, she let Andy know she was inviting him to enter her. She wanted it! Her searing cunt, moistly ready, throbbed with her need, and she was able to feel the sodden wetness of her as the colorless drops of her viscid ointment continued gathering on the soft pink walls of her tight vaginal passage, forming all kinds of tiny, oily rivulets.
As suddenly as he had started slapping her buttocks, Andy stopped, his hands then on her waist, pulling her roughly toward him, yanking her backwards as she felt the heat of his throbbing cock nudged into the tight furrow of her seething pussy. The nozzle smoothly parted the soft lips guarding the tender portal to her wildly pulsating vaginal passageway. Then, with one hand still squeezing one of her hips, he reached down between them tightly grasping his hardened penis, drawing it up and down the length of her sodden pink slit several times. He made several passes in this manner, spreading the lubricating juices over the red point of his throbbing prick.
Carol was unable to stand it any longer. Groping beneath her in panic, finding her way between her thighs with her right hand, she gripped the rock-solid prick, and she realized it was not quite as large as the one in her mouth. She was almost disappointed and yet she knew it would do the job adequately.
Her mouth continued working with uncontrolled abandon on Pete Pecan's penis as he came closer and closer to his orgasm. His misshapen mouth began working spasmodically and he tangled his fingers in her hair, pressing her head even farther down on the blood-bloated length of his demanding cock. His hips continued surging upward at her face until she was absorbing all of it into her throat.
Carol felt tingling thrills as the thick penis moved in and out of her esophagus. It never occurred to her to wonder why she wasn't gagging. All she knew was, she wanted it-all of it.
Now her tightly clenched fingers, only partially encircling the circumference of the throbbing organ, began pulling Andy into her. She sensed the convulsive spasms in his member, the oily fluid dripping from the slit in the head as her hand steered it between the shapes of her rounded buttocks, then lower, pressing it once again against the coral flesh of her inner vaginal lips. She held the cock there at the opening, trying her best to pull it into her pussy. Finally the tip slid between her cuntlips, and her hips began rotating uncontrollably, trying to pull it into her that much more deeply.
Carol was gasping, aching for more of it as she felt the inner lips of her cunt open all the more widely, the elastic muscled snugness resisting-albeit pleasantly-only to finally give way before the harshly brutal pressure. Not used to being taken in this position, and suddenly realizing Andy's cock, though smaller than his father's was still bigger than anything previously invading her body, she gasped, "Aaaauuunnngggh! OHHH! Slower, slower, push it in easy... please!"
Her mouth had slipped off Pete's cock for the moment when she had said that, and now the bandleader grasped her with both hands and jammed her lovely mouth back down on his thickly pulsing shaft even before her wail of complaint was finished. He held her lovely head solidly in place somewhat forcefully as his hips thrust upward very brutally, his huge cock racing in and out of her tightly stretched and oval led mouth without mercy.
"You just keep sucking, Carol," he told her. "We have to oil those tonsils of yours."
Andy, kneeling behind her, was grinning broadly. He realized all he had in her was the tip of his penis, and where he had always previously thought of it as inadequate in length and breadth, Carol's screams suddenly built a new sense of pride. Damn! The sight of her lusciously trembling pussy as it attempted to escape his impaling instrument now only served to incite his lust-driven brain all the more. He wanted to really hear her scream for mercy, now.
Using one hand to slap the roundness of her smooth, reddened buttocks resoundingly hard, he rammed forward into her cunt with all his strength, forcing the inner walls of her tender vaginal crypt to accordion in resisting waves before the plundering head of his throbbing cock. Finally it flicked past her cervical opening and crashed into the back wall of her tightly searing tunnel. His balls, swinging below, smacked heavily into the viscid shrine encasing her clitoris."
"AAAUUUWWWRRRGGGFFFMMMRRRGGGHHH!" the tortured woman screamed, opening her mouth around the thick cock of Pete Pecan as it clogged her throat. His hands kept her mouth firmly in place, and her scream died in her throat as his rod of flesh surged deeper and deeper into her gullet. Her narrow throat muscles began contracting tightly around the penis, giving Pete the pressure he needed to release his own load of sperm. Just in time Carol was able to jerk her head up slightly, clearing her throat of Pete Pecan's lust-inflated penis as it began spurting and splashing its hot, white semen into her sucking mouth. She automatically found herself swallowing the fluid, and she was aware, even in the pain-shattered state of mind she was in, that she liked the taste of it.
Andy paused, resting his throbbing cock inside her, pulling her lovely hips back against him, allowing her tightly ravished and tormented vaginal passageway to adjust to his cock inside her. Damn! Her cunt was tight. Not as tight as Doreen's had felt when he and Frank Southside had fucked into it, but still tight. He flexed his throbbing organ, expanding it inside her, eliciting a deep, guttural groan from somewhere inside her chest.
Licking and sucking, Carol continued drinking down every last drop of Pete Pecan's sperm. His cock was already wilting and becoming a flaccid worm, and her tongue continued licking the shriveled flesh. The bandleader slumped back against the headboard, gasping out a huge sigh, his mouth falling open, his eyes tightly closed, feeling completely sated.
"OHHHHHH!" he groaned. "I thought I'd NEVER stop shooting!
Scott Walters leaned forward to watch from his place in the corner, Carol's panties still wrapped around his throbbing cock. His hand was working up and down, masturbating, and when Pete saw him, he called out to the drummer, "Don't waste it, Scott. Come on over here and let the lady suck it for you. She needs all the oil her throat can get. Come on, now!"
Scott's face turned crimson as he said, "Shit, no! I can't ask a woman to do a thing like that."
"Ask her?" Pete laughed. "You don't ask her. You order her to do it."
"I don't know... "
"Come on over here," he said, sliding off the bed. "Take my place under her mouth."
The bandleader moved to get off the bed as Andy continued pressing his cock into her cunt from the rear. When Scott still hesitated, Pete gripped Carol's chin and turned her head toward Scott, saying, "Wouldn't you like to get your mouth on that cock, too? Tell him, honey!"
"Yes!" she gasped, some of Pete's sperm running from the corners of her mouth to her chin.
Scott slipped beneath her, lying under her as Pete went to the chair and sat down, tossing her panties on the floor. Andy continued solidly stroking in and out of her seething cunt, feeling the hot wet walls continually washing his cock with their juices.
Carol sighed with delight and reached out to touch Scott's cock.
"No!" Scott gasped. "I don't like anyone else's hands on my cock. Please!"
"Okay," Carol said, her mouth hovering over his loins. "Suppose you put it in my mouth, yourself."
"Promise you won't put your hands on it?"
"I promise," she gasped.
He lay there, gripping the shaft of his blood-bloated penis, holding it upright. He guided it to her waiting, ovaled mouth, positioning it directly below her lips. Carol held her head perfectly still, and he lifted his hips, probing toward her sucking mouth. He gasped when she extended the tongue and began licking the purple-red tip like the top of an ice cream cone. His breathing became hard and raspy.
"Unh!" he gasped. "That feels so GOOD!"
Involuntarily he thrust his hips straight up at her face, the throbbing tip of his giant penis popping through her lips and into her mouth. The beautiful Carol closed her lips over the pulsating organ and began sucking, using her tongue to swirl around the head of the cock again and again. Then, with slow strokes, she moved her head up and down as she had done with Pete Pecan, absorbing half the length of his throbbing organ.
Carol was enjoying herself more than she had ever dreamed possible. Working with so many men in this orchestra made her realize all the possibilities open to her. She sucked, listening to the way Scott Walters gasped, and she began speeding her bobbing head, moving it up and down all the more swiftly.
At the same time the thrillingly searing sensations continued building in her seething cunt as Andy began pounding his stiffened prick even more violently into her shuddering pussy. He moved with harder, more powerful, deeper-driving strokes.
Carol was ecstatically happy. She ought to have been miserable, having been forced into this compromising position, but she had to admit in all honesty she loved it. She had a wonderful male instrument filling her vaginal passage, and a much more massive tool was filling her mouth, though Scott wasn't trying to push his penis into her throat as Pete Pecan had done.
Abruptly she became aware of Scott suddenly reaching his orgasm as he reached out to her, tangled his fingers in her hair and began moving her head up and down all the more quickly, ramming her soft lips farther down on his jerking cock with each downward stroke. His loins began to move, slamming his rod into her sucking mouth with wild, uncontrolled abandon.
"AAAIIIYYYAAAGGGHHHUUU-NNNGGGHHHAAAGGGHHHA-AARRRGGGHHHAAAUU-URRRGGGHHHAAAGGGHHH!" the drummer screamed, his flailing buttocks bouncing up and down on the pillow as his back pressed against the headboard.
He just lay there after that, unable to move as Carol continued sucking on his shrunken penis, even after she had drained all the white energy out of it.
Andy tugged his throbbing cock out of her, pulled her flat on the bed and turned her over so that she lay on her back. Then he plunged his penis into her stabbing it into her without mercy as he began to race for his own orgasm.
Carol suddenly realized she was starting to feel something totally different from the sensations she had been feeling earlier. The other feelings had been good, but what she was feeling at this moment was something totally superb and wonderful. It overpowered and inundated her, building higher and higher until she knew she was going to hit the top of the rainbow. She continued straining under Andy, watching the way his mustache seemed to wiggle as she arched herself off the mattress, pushing her loins at him, her vagina climbing up the length of his hardened, slippery cock with each thrust, countering his movements, straining to absorb all of the man into her. There seemed to be nothing left in the world but this delightful race for pleasure, and she wanted it to go on forever.
Her senses were shattered by the strength of her orgasm when it finally overpowered her."
"EEEYYYEEEAAAIIIGGGHHHAAANNNGGGMMH... HHHAAAIIIYYYAAAGGGHHHAAANNNGGGHHHUUUNNGGHH!" she screeched, holding her breath as the sounds blasted out of her in great, convulsive spasms of welcome relief. Thrills burst in her like fireworks, and she was transported to a distant star as her passionate lust totally overcame her. She squirmed, shuddered, writhed, and wriggled, unable to control herself any longer, turning, churning, squirming, totally at the mercy of the climax that battered away at her interior. She found she had her first glimpse of paradise before the feeling drained from her and she began to settle back to reality.
That was when she realized Andy was pumping sperm into her vagina. When he was finished the three men hastily dressed and left.
Carol realized she had been thoroughly and resoundingly raped, and she had loved every last little bit of it.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
When she returned to the hotel room, Doreen found her bed in a mess. The men had fucked Carol on her bed and not Carol's bed. Carol was in the bathroom, soaking in the tub, and Doreen guessed what had happened.
Going to the bathroom door, she knocked, and when Carol asked who it was, Doreen identified herself and asked if she might be able to come in. Carol told her to enter.
Walking inside, Doreen saw the brunette, her hair up in curlers again, sitting in a hot bubble bath.
"They got to you, huh," Doreen said.
"I didn't think it showed," Carol replied.
"You have to be kidding. "I've never seen a woman so worked over in my entire life. They've done things to me, but... wow! How many of them were there?"
"Three?"
"Hell! I've never been attacked by more than two."
"Does this happen all the time?" Carol asked.
"Mmmm... now and again, though most of them don't bother me any longer. I have a horrible feeling they're going to take out on you what they can't do to me."
"Why don't they bother you?" Carol asked.
"It has to do with the muscular control I have over my vagina," Doreen explained. "For some reason, when I orgasm, I tighten up so much, they feel as if I'm about to cut their cocks off with my vaginal lips. Almost every one of them has tried at one time or another. Hey, I wish you luck, honey, you'll need it."
"I'll say," Carol nodded. "Well, let's go to rehearsal," she said, climbing out of the tub.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
The straw that "broke the camel's back" as far as Doreen Barton was concerned was Freddy Cezano. Freddy was the owner of The Purple Owl. It was also rumored he had certain underworld connections, but that was something no one was ever going to be able to prove.
When Freddy had hired The Pete Pecan orchestra, he had initially done so because common sense told him this was a good orchestra, and since it was still not too well-known, he was able to get them for less than The Royal Canadians or some such other well-known orchestra. He knew the orchestra had cut more than a dozen records for Maltby Records, and when the records came out, he had passed the word around to certain quarters to see to it the DJs were properly greased so the records would be played all over the country, though especially on the New York stations.
Freddy was a short man with light-brown hair that was already streaked with grey. He had strong Sicilian features, with a natural deep tan, sunken eyes, a strong proboscis, and a jutting chin.
Freddy had tried making time with Carol when Pete Pecan had initially hired her, before the rest of the orchestra had come to New York, but Carol had turned frosty the moment he had suggested they adjourn to his private offices upstairs at the nightclub. However, when he saw Doreen, his mouth began watering.
The orchestra, the night of their debut, aside from playing for the dancing customers, also put on two separate shows, the second one starting at midnight and ending at two P.M. Then, while all the other musicians were packing up, Doreen saw Freddy Cezano beckoning to her. She walked over to him, and he said, "How about you and I having a private drink upstairs in my office?"
Pete Pecan, who overheard, and knowing what Doreen's cunt was capable of doing to a man, was well aware that one roll in the hay would turn Freddy off the woman forever. Not wanting to incur any displeasure from the man afterward, he said, "Mr. Cezano, it might be a good idea to leave Doreen alone."
Freddy, not one to like being told what to do by anyone, looked at Pete with a withering glance and said, "Suppose we let the lady decide for herself."
Doreen really had no desire to bed down with Freddy, but remembering what had happened with Morty Maltby, and figuring it might help the orchestra a little, said, "Sure, why not!"
She went with the short man up a long flight of spiral, carpeted stairs, and at the top waited for him to open a door. When he did so, she preceded him into his office, where he turned on a light, then led her across the room to another door. This he opened, turning on the inside light, revealing a combination barroom/bedroom/billiard room.
"This is where I rest sometimes and take it easy," he explained, walking over to the bar in the far corner. "What'll you have?" he asked.
"Nothing," Doreen told him. "I DON'T drink."
"Fine with me," he told her, leading her inside and sitting her on the bed. He lay down with an arm around her neck and pulled her face down to his. He kissed her very gently at first, working his lips against her mouth until he felt her mellowing and responding. His fingers caressed her cheek, curling around the lobe of her ear, and tickling gently at her neck. Finally he pulled his mouth away, giving her a small love bite on the neck.
His arm tightened around her shoulder and he cuddled her in a long, warm embrace. Doreen felt somewhat apprehensive, knowing what was to come, but philosophically accepting it, she decided to relax, figuring no matter what the man was going to do to her, it had been done already. Little did she know! For some reason, as he held her, a feeling of tenderness overcame her, a feeling of belonging, if only for a little while.
He kissed her again, this time forcing her back until she lay full length of the large king-sized bed. The scrawny little man stretched out beside her. She was well aware of the fact he was resting one leg between her thighs.
The two of them kissed deeply, their tongues meeting in a wet, intimate merger, working around one another again and again. Her eyes were rightly closed and she felt the throbbing pulsations of music being piped in through some closed-circuit radio pass into her trembling body and become part of her inner desire. Doreen was already well aware of Freddy's penis stiffening, pushing through the material of his trousers and pulsing gently against her thigh. Even through the pants she imagined it was throbbing against her bare flesh.
Freddy reached down the front of her white sweater until his fingers cupped the solidly firm and swollenly resilient mound, pressing it as if he had done this ail his life, rubbing through the thin, scanty covering of her brassiere, rubbing his fingers teasingly at the swelling bud of her swelling nipple.
She stirred slightly in his arms and her shuddering hands left him. Freddy felt her brassiere pulling away easily as he tugged at it. Then his fingers were working at the bottom of her sweater, lifting it up, pulling it over her head, after which he tugged down the zipper of her skirt and actually whisked it from her delightful body. Practiced fingers undid the snaps of her brassiere, slipped it from her shoulders, and tossed it off to the side. Now the fullness of her breasts, with their rich pink rosettes and nipples lay revealed to his hungering eyes, making the man slaver.
His fingers proceeded to sink eagerly into her bared, rounded breasts, both hands fondling and caressing their swollen fullness. He squeezed and manipulated them again and again, but try as he might, his hands were not large enough to encompass the swollen orbs, so he contented himself with raking large handfuls of the solid white orbs, burying his hands completely in the small, hard-nippled peaks.
The exotic thrill of handling the lovely blonde's large, rubber-like nipples, caressing the quivering pink stalks again and again, so totally engrossed Freddy Cezano that he was totally unaware the lovely young girl had unbuttoned his shirt and was running her long, skillful pianist's fingers across his own hairy chest. The sudden tingle as she ran her fingertips into HIS nipples made the man writhe and twist and gouge his fingers into her mammoth breasts with a sudden renewed fury.
She played briefly with his masculine chest, then began to slide her hands downward, unfastening his belt, pulling his fly open and reaching in. She had another twinge of remorse, knowing she had no feeling for Freddy Cezano per se, but was doing this strictly as an accommodation. Then the remorse was erased from her mind.
Freddy raised himself a little, helping her to pull his trousers off, smiling at her seeming knowledge of how to do everything right. She slid her long, caressing fingers up the inside of his thigh, making him shudder as she finally closed the long, dexterous finger around the throbbing bulge which she was well aware was his penis. It began pulsing wildly through his thin boxer shorts, and Doreen knowingly pulled them down very slowly, lifting the elastic band very carefully over his heatedly rigid staff.
The penis seemed to burst gratefully from its tight, cloth confinement, standing rigidly upward, jerking and twitching in the air, then almost pressing against his stomach. Doreen closed her hand around it, beginning to ride the loose foreskin up and down. She pulled the skin tightly over the red crown, then allowed it to slide back again to reveal the carmine head throbbing gently in the air.
Again she lifted the cowl of foreskin, then down again once more. Now she began repeating the action with faster and faster strokes.
Freddy released one of her mammoth breasts and slid his hand down her back so he was able to feel the rounded curve of her full bottom. He worked his hand underneath her body until it firmly closed over the cheek of one of her proudly outstanding buttocks. He rubbed his fingers all over the pantied cheek, enjoying the tightness of her assflesh. Most women had soft asses, but this one, even with big rear cheeks, had tight flesh.
"Ummmmm... I like it," she whispered to him, her voice echoing in his mouth as she kissed him. Then she moved her mouth a fraction of an inch away from his so she'd be able to speak to him. "You know, you're throbbing cock feels so deliciously hard, darling. Where would you like to bury it, hmmm?"
Freddy had known she was going to be good, but he hadn't imagined she would be THIS good. He shivered expectantly. Doreen was now rubbing his throbbing cock up and down so furiously it seemed to burn, and her eyes seemed to reflect the fire in it.
Freddy let a finger steal into the delectable crease between her rounded buttocks, rubbing along the warm, wet indentation with solidly firm and lusty strokes.
"You know damn well what I want to do with it," he whispered to her in a soft voice.
To Freddy, it seemed as if his voice was coming from a long, long way off. It didn't appear to belong to him at all.
Doreen caused her fingers to slide over the very tip of his throbbing penis. She didn't know why she was acting so forward. Not even with Morty Maltby had she been so aggressive. Now she caressed the crown in a slow, tantalizing motion. her thumb rubbing across the tiny slit in the tip.
"You do want to put it in there, don't you?" she asked in a throaty whisper, referring to the hair-surrounded hole his hand had been stroking.
He was unable to speak for fear of saying the wrong thing. Hell! She was one special cunt, all right, and probably ten times better than the brunette vocalist. He nodded urgently at her. She wriggled out of his arms and jumped to her feet.
"Wait just a moment," she murmured.
Doreen wanted to get all this over and done with as quickly as possible. She didn't like the idea of so many men having power over her, and after this night with Freddy Cezano, she was going to check some of the other nightspots to see if they needed a decent pianist without asking her to put out for her supper, as well. Either that, or she would talk with Gerry Link and see if he was ready to leave the orchestra.
Still, there was a tightening between her thighs, and she knew she wanted to be screwed. Hell! She needed a soundly proper fucking, she did. She wondered if one man was going to be able to satisfy her after what had been happening to her the last couple of times. True, Morty Maltby had known how to satisfy her, but he was one in a million when it came to men.
Freddy watched as she slipped out of her half slip and let it fall to the floor, carelessly. She moved slowly, as if parading in front of him teasingly. Now she was dressed in her stockings, panties, and garter belt, and since she had her panties on over the garter belt, she was able to remove that, next.
All this fucking around with the men in the orchestra had built her sex needs higher and higher, and she was at a point where she felt extremely sexy, knowing the sight of her naked body was driving him to a frenzied craziness. Her senses ought to have been tired after so many hours of piano-playing, but being like this, alone with a man, seemed to enhance her senses.
Freddy pressed a switch near the bed, and the lights dimmed, leaving the room a pale pink in color. Her bare breasts seemed to glisten in the light, and her nipples and areolae seemed to all but disappear since the pink matched them so perfectly.
Standing before him, she clasped her hands behind her neck, making her breasts protrude even more prominently. She shook her upper torso slightly from side to side, and her full, firm rounded breasts wobbled this way and that, swaying sensuously in the pink light. She posed this way for what seemed like, to Freddy, to be forever, but finally she came over to him, taking her place on the bed beside his scrawny, half-naked body.
His penis was already jerking wildly back and forth against his body, erect and solid, ready to start on the road to satisfaction. The burning sensation in his loins had to finally be satisfied.
Doreen offered her body to Freddy Cezano once more. This time without the distraction of her clothing.
Reaching out, he grabbed her breasts hungrily in his hands again, lifting and rubbing them anxiously. He was behaving as if he had all the time in the world. There seemed to be no need at all to hurry. He teased her nipples, tightly pressing them with his fingers, flicking them so they seemingly bounced on her white, fleshy breasts in a slight, jiggling motion.
Doreen returned her slender fingers to their careful caressing of the man's throbbing penis, taking the thick, pulsing shaft in her hand, massaging it tenderly.
Putting his cock between her thighs, she clamped her pillarly loins tightly together, gripping the throbbing weapon very firmly on either side. Then she began slowly gyrating her lush hips in a slow, sensual grind, and this caused his masculinity to heatedly leap against the firm, soft flesh of her trembling loins, the softness of her pubic hair brushing teasingly against the penile tip. Her leaking juices mingled with his leaking oils.
His own legs were tightly pressed very firmly against hers, his penis swallowed up completely between the softness of her tightly clasping thighs. Her flesh felt so warm.
He pinched her nipples very tightly between his fingers and thumbs. The pressure was gentle at first, then hard, then harder, until she began moaning in pain.
Doreen moved against him, pressing her mouth hungrily against his, kissing him wetly, hungrily, her pink tongue darting swiftly against his teeth.
He was well aware of his penis sliding back and forth, back and forth between the juncture of her thighs, rubbing against her pelvic V. Occasionally it would slip between her cuntlips causing the fires of lust to burn all the more brightly in his brain. He felt himself beginning to lose all control. Pushing fiercely at her trembling body, he withdrew his pulsing penis from between the softness of her thighs, not yet wanting to climax and end their enjoyment before he had fucked her as he wished.
Now he grabbed her by her arms and forced her to roll over and turn onto her belly. Then he lowered himself firmly against her, pointing his penis, one of fairly considerable length and breadth, between the supple and smooth cheeks of her rounded buttocks. He allowed his pulsing cock to throb and jerk very softly against the tightly quivering crease of her ass and had to fight the overpowering sadistic urge to simply plunge into her without any prior preparation at all.
She began moaning softly beneath him, her shuddering body starting to buck slightly against the hardness of his pulsating manhood. His fingers began massaging the tender softness of her buttocks, slowly separating the cheeks enabling him to have access to the tiny elastic hole hidden there. Then he pushed his pulsing penis against the tight, prune-like orifice, clamping her supple asscheeks rigidly apart, hands on both ample buttocks, staring down, fascinated by her exposed rear passage.
He grabbed her hands and pulled them behind her as he forced her to her knees and made her put her weight on her shoulders. Then he made her grip her asscheeks with her fingers and keep them apart so he was able to hold his cock with his two hands, steering it carefully to her rear entrance, pushing slowly against the very tight, resisting opening.
Never in her life had Doreen imagined anyone wanting to fuck her back there. Yet she knew to demur now and pull away would be to anger Freddy Cezano. She had no choice but to see this nightmare through, painful though it would surely be.
"Aaannnggghhh!" she gasped, feeling a soreness already starting to pervade her bottom from the cock's pressure. Still, she dared not move. Her fear of what he might do should she back out now was more powerful than her fear of pain. Too, she still had a physical desire for satisfaction, though she wondered if such a desire would indeed be gratified, this way.
Freddy had found the tiny opening and was pressing the tip of his penis into it. He pushed, pushed, pushed, his own tight asscheeks clenching and unclenching as he began driving into the tightly resisting hole as if his very life depended on it. His face was contorted into a raging mask of sudden passion and desire.
The blonde woman gasped and moaned, but still she offered no resistance despite the difficulties and the obvious agony she was suffering. She merely continued writhing and squirming her rear-end back onto his driving, striving cock, aiding him as much as she was able.
"You're... uhhh... hurrrtinnng meee... " she finally gasped.
"Don't worry... uunnnhhh... about the hurt," he said to her. "It'll go away once I'm all the way in. Push back, sweetheart, push back and let my cock sink all the way inside you."
Freddy's lust was enhanced with every passing second. He hadn't fucked a tight, virginal ass like this one in years. Now he forced the head of his throbbing cock firmly into the tightly purse orifice of her narrow rectum.
The music playing through the Muzak in his office was not what Freddy Cezano was hearing. His head was filled with all kinds of strident, discordant sounds as cacophonous music seemed to fill his aching brain.
His penis was stuck with just the tip inside her asshole, and he had to push harder with a wild. swift, hip-thrusting stab, working it in a little more, inching his remorseless way into her tightly gripping buttocks.
At last, at last, it was going in. Her sphincter had yielded, and it felt as if his cock was actually being sucked into her. In, in, in, until every last solid inch of the fleshy oak had penetrated her rear tunnel. He continued bearing down on her, twisting the white, resilient cheeks of her ass cruelly apart, feverishly kissing her bare white shoulders.
With a final, buttock-flattening slam, he nailed his thrusting penis all the way into the depths of her tightly clinging orifice, feeling it sink to the very balls in the narrow defile of her impossibly tight anal chasm.
She was writhing and squirming in total agony beneath him. Pain roared through Doreen like a forest fire, and she squirmed like an impaled fish. Yet, through the agonizing torment there was a rapture, a thrilling feeling she had never known before. It was a wonderful sensual pain ripping through her shuddering loins.
Freddy kept his throbbing cock completely buried all the way inside the lovely blonde's ass for a few minutes, not so much caring about whether or not her asshole was adapting to his thickness, but rather whether or not he would be able to catch his breath. The man was dizzy, panting with heat, filled with the obscene struggle he had just undergone in burying his cock where it now rested. Slowly, little by little, he began climbing back up the hills of his desire, carefully easing his throbbing shaft from the tunnel between her buttocks, pausing, then driving it all the more deeply into her once again... again... again... and yet again.
He found his rhythm and she began raising and lowering her rounded asscheeks beneath him, doing her best to help him, wanting it to end, and yet not to end. She wanted the pain to fade, but she realized there was an erotic feeling she had never known before. He fucked into her rectum solidly, his hands stroking the soft, lovely, delightful curves of her rear-end, feeling overpowering and intense pleasure grip his body as he kneaded and caressed the luscious white mounds continually hollowing and jerking directly in front of his eyes.
Doreen's hands slipped down to her vagina, and she began inserting her fingers into the tenderness of the moistly vulnerable opening. She pushed her finger deep into her own tunnel, and as a result was able to feel him as he surged in and out of her tightly fragile rectum.
He felt her fingers as they slowly began to move inside her empty vagina; a tunnel that had been denied the use of his cock and that clamored for it. The thrilling feeling maddened him, sending waves of heated, violent lust shooting through his quivering body. He speeded up the in-and-out tempo of his moving penis into the tightness of her back passage. It seemed to tear viciously into the tightly resisting channel, lubricated solely by the oils seeping from his own penis. He fucked faster and faster, making her groan and moan with masochistic delight, begging him not to stop.
"Unh... fuck me harrderrr... harrrderrr... don't stop... she begged. "PLEASE... I feel something... don't stop... " she moaned beneath him as her hips continued thrusting back and forth at his pelvis.
Freddy felt a sudden desire to join the movement of her fingers inside her vagina. He left the fondling of her rear cheeks very reluctantly, then slid his two hands beneath her quivering thighs, feeling the superbly soft flesh on the insides of her thighs.
His hands now joined hers, and he gripped her slender wrists very firmly to let her know she was, under any and all circumstances, to keep her fingers where they were at present. Then he began to ease his own forefinger into the tight, but well-lubricated slit alongside her own fingers. He was able to feel the intriguing button on her tender clitoris with his thumb, and he gave the erect little point an intimate bit of pressure, making the hardness squash back against the fleshy inner lips of her tender vagina.
"Ohhhhhh... uunnnhhh... yesss... yesss... " she whisperingly gasped. "Harrrderrr... fuck me harrrderrr... "
The man hastened to obey, urging his pulsing cock even more savagely into the tightness of her squeezing rectum. When she turned her head, he felt her breath, hot and sweet on his face as she tried kissing him. Shit! She was one terrific broad, all right!
"Thatta baby, thatta baby, thatta baby," he moaned. "Oh Jesus! You're cunt is so goddam fucking tight! OH God! And your asshole is even tighter! Uuunnnhhh!"
His fingers worked with hers in the openness of her tightly narrow, sucking vagina, and without warning he felt the finger slippery with the heat of her wet fluid cascading around their dually thrusting hands.
"Gonna come!" he gasped. "Can't stop it! Oh AHHH! I can't stop it! Too strong... uuugghh... too strong... hhhaaannnggghhh... come on, babbbyyy... "
But in spite of Freddy's protestations that he was going to come, he held back for a moment longer, and that moment was all Doreen needed.
"AAAIIIYYYAAAGGGHHHUUUNNNGGGHHHAAARRRGGHHHAAAUUUWWWAAAGGGHHHUUUIMIMISIGGGHHH!" she bellowed, the orgasm tearing through her rectum and her vagina as she realized she had nerve-endings in her back passage that were just as sensitive as the nerve-endings in her vagina, and the nerve-endings in her throat. She bucked, slamming her buttocks against his belly and thighs again and again, unable to stop herself, moving wildly up and down as the orgasm surged through her. Yet, through it all, there was pain, because she wasn't used to having her rear tunnel defiled this way. This was the first time the pain hadn't faded away, and Doreen was determined never to allow some stranger to sodomize her again.
Freddy felt the uncontrollable tightening in his own shuddering, squeezing loins, and he knew he was about to burst wide open. His throbbing testicles felt ready to shatter. It was utterly impossible for him to hold back any longer no matter how hard he tried. The urge to send his sperm shooting into the depths of her tight, rear orifice was totally overwhelming. The throbbing, engulfing walls of her seething rectum clung tightly to his penis and he launched himself violently on an uncontrollable, unstoppable trip into infinity."
"AAARRRGGGHHHUUUIMNIMGGGHHH... HHHAAANNNGGGHHH... GGGHHHAAARRRGGGHHH... GGGHHHUUUNNNGGGHHH... YYYAAARRRGGGHHH HHHAAAUUUGGGHHH!" he bellowed, slamming his thighs all the more solidly against the round rubbery buttocks. She continually thrust her hips wildly against him, impaling herself on his massive rod as they rocked out their orgasms together. There was no question but that the climax was more than satisfactory, but it still bothered Doreen to think some man thought her easy and available just because she worked for Pete Pecan. The time had come for her to end all this. No more being used. No more being some man's damned body slave. From now on, when she fucked, it would be because she wanted to fuck. It would not be for a recording contract or a playing date or any other reason. From now on she was determined to be her own woman. Until she actually married, she belonged to no one. No one!
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
The following morning, she walked over to Gerry Link and said, "I'm ready to split this outfit. What about you?"
"I've been ready for a long time now," Gerry replied.
"Why in God's name didn't you let me know instead of allowing me to go through all this hell?" she asked.
"Hell? Doreen, you enjoyed every last little bit of it, and you know it," Gerry said to her. "Let's stop kidding ourselves. You had to find yourself, and I was waiting for you to do just that. Now that you've told me you're ready, so am I. I don't know what kind of money you have saved up, and I don't care. I'm going to start my own four-piece orchestra, maybe five-piece orchestra and play at catered affairs. I'm doing all the financing."
"I'm with you all the way," she told him, "just as long as it's clearly understood that I'm not expected to put out for anyone in order to secure some kind of contract."
"From now on," he told her, "you put out only for me."
"I wonder if you'll want me after the first time we make love," she said to him.
"If you think I'm worried about all that hogwash the other guys have been spilling, forget it. I don't care how tight you are, there was never a woman's vagina yet able to cut off a man's penis, and you aren't going to separate me from mine. Now I suggest you go upstairs, pack, and after we collect our pay from Pete, we simply say goodbye to him."
"He won't like our leaving without giving notice," she said.
"Do you care?" he asked.
"No!" she replied.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
That night, in a small motel on Long Island, a new dimension was added to sex as far as Doreen was concerned. It was called love. She had thrown herself into it wholeheartedly, with the wildest abandon, discovering she was capable of having multiple orgasms as she came sexually alive in Gerry Link's arms as she had with no other man. She must have had seventeen separate orgasms, each one tightly clenching his cock, yet not once did Gerry flinch.
Afterward, when her body was sated, she saw Gerry had not yet climaxed, and she was determined to make him do so.
"Would you like to try my rectum?" she asked.
"Not this time," he replied.
"Then we'll have to do it my way," she said.
"Christ!" Gerry gasped. "You're one helluva woman, do you know that? You're really easy for me to fall in love with."
"Why don't you just relax and let me do the work," she smiled.
"Lie back and let me do all the work, and I promise you won't be the least little bit disappointed."
Sliding his cock from the flooded depths of her satisfied cunt, he lay down on the bed, and though he knew she had probably learned every sex trick in the book, he was astounded to see how adept she was at everything. He lay back, his throbbing organ stabbing the air.
Doreen crouched over him and gripped his throbbing cock in her hand. Then she lowered her lovely face to it and took just the tip of it inside her ovaled lips. Her tongue began swirling around the apricot-shaped glans, and then she began pushing her head a little lower, sucking harder, slurping on it, and engulfing more of the organ on each downstroke. She sucked more and more strongly, and it was more than Gerry was able to resist. He gasped, then silently began spewing the hot contents of his throbbing balls in her mouth, watching as she swallowed everything.
"Oh, baby," he gasped. "Your mouth feels like honey."
"I'm glad it was good for you. I just hope you won't hold it against me in the future that I learned everything with all those others."
"Don't be ridiculous," Gerry told her, still gasping. "Does a diamond change because it's been worn by others? No way, you and I belong TOGETHER. I know you've been with other men and I don't care. I told you before, I used to be with other women. What's past is past. We have our future to look forward to, now. Pete is fuming because he's minus a piano player and a sax player, but I've already been speaking to a few other out-of-work musicians, and I've also been talking to a few of the better catering houses on Long Island. Don't be surprised if we make a connection, and VERY SOON."
"You know, Gerry," she said, now lying beside him. "I think I'm already in love with you."
"I'm glad if you are" he assured her. "because I fell in love with you the first time I saw you. Now we can be in love with each other for the rest of our LIVES!"
