Chapter 6
In the back of Rita's mind was the dreaded thought of Karl showing up at the store during the day. After the evening's play with Bud, she was alive, intoxicated by the exciting session. With the new day, she never knew what to expect.
Alone in the store, she had time to reflect on her meeting with Dave Corley. For a moment, Rita thought it had potentialities. Instead, an irrational act on her part loused it up.
The constant threat of Karl making an appearance made her light up a cigarette in nervous agitation. Damn him, she swore, how the hell do I get rid of him? At this late stage, police intervention was a hopeless case.
A man walked into the store. He gave a big grin. "Hi, Rita. A mutual friend of ours send regards!"
She smiled back and her face clouded up when he finished speaking. A tight knot twisted inside her stomach. Few people called her by her first name. His salutatory introduction alerted her suspicion.
"Whom are you referring to?" she asked, her voice quivering a little.
"Karl Bollard! He said you're a real swinger. Really built! He was right!" the man acknowledged. "Call me Al, Rita! I'm bringing you an invitation. Karl says to be at his house tonight. We're gonna have a party. And you better show up otherwise Karl said he'll send his dogs to pick you up! By the way, can I take a look at that shaved cunt of yours! Karl says it's raunchy looking!"
Her body shook in angry agitation. It was bad enough having Karl send a messenger to demand her presence for an orgy. The bastard compounded it by asking to see her cunt!
"Out! Out! Get the hell out of here!" Rita screamed. She picked up a box of pet food and threw it at the man. He threw up his arms and caught the box. His face twisted into an ugly snarl.
"That's okay, you bitch! I'll straighten you out tonight. You just better be there or else!" he threatened. He threw the box to the floor and slammed the door going out.
Rita stood shaking. She ran to the door and locked it, putting up the closed sign. Hurrying to the back room, she flung herself onto the mattress. Sobs shook her body as she cried tears of distress.
If she failed to show up, Karl would come after her. Going to his house would result in further indignities. There was another animal involved! What did he say his name was? Al!
She was tempted to go back to Dave Corley. There was an urgent need for someone's help. Yet, discussing the intimate details of the situation was very embarrassing. The only solution at the moment was to submit to Karl's continued humiliating acts. Her crying became a howling wail.
Bud arrived for work to find his employer tense with nervous agitation. He was discreet enough to avoid any solicitous conversation. Rita was irritable during his time there. She kept glancing at the clock, anxious for closing time. At a little after seven, Bud was sent home. She closed up and headed towards Karl's home.
Her pulse raced as she drove up to his house. The glands in her pussy started to salivate. She couldn't understand why this licentious arousal occurred. It was frightening to think that this crazy liaison with Karl could evoke such a lustful sensation. He opened the door as she walked up to the porch.
His face was a satanic leer. "I told Al you would be here! You're such a horny bitch! You can't resist the chance to get fucked. Come on it!"
She stepped into the house. The dogs sniffed at her. One pressed his nose against her ass. Rita jumped in startled fright.
"Get him away, get him away!" she screamed. Both dogs began to bark and growl.
Karl guffawed. "Down, down! Shut up!" he ordered. "Even the dogs can smell a hot piece of ass. Let's go downstairs. Al's waiting for us."
Rita shuddered at the memory of her experience in the basement. Al was sitting at the bar, drinking. He waved his glass at her in silent salute.
"Take off your coat and make yourself comfortable," Karl invited. "We're going to see some movies first!"
He set up a screen and moved a movie projector into place. The prospect of watching stag movies excited Rita. She had heard about dirty movies but had never seen any. The room was darkened and the movies started.
The opening scene shocked her. A young girl of about fourteen was seated at a table. The girl had books near her elbow and she was writing in a notebook. Rita was disturbed by the fact that a young girl was used in the movie.
A puzzled look came over the girl's face. She turned as a man entered. Holding the book towards him, she spoke. It was a silent movie but every move or situation was obvious.
There was a close-up of the book. It was a textbook on biology. The man opened his fly and withdrew his cock. A shocked look came over the girl's face. Al and Karl made obscene observations during the picture, offering their own direction.
The man was supposed to be her father. A few more frames and both characters were naked. Rita noticed that the girl had small tits and sparse pubic hairs. Her father in the picture had a large thick prick in rampant rigidity. There were more close-up shots of their genitals.
While the subject matter disgusted Rita, she couldn't help but get excited over the action. The players in the film fondled each other's venereal parts. They were warming to the subject when a woman walked in. She appeared to be shocked, then angry. The girl and the man explained the situation. The mother undressed and the father turned his attention to her.
Rita watched is the parents went through various sex acts. She marveled at the man's ability to sustain a hard-on for a long time. During a number of fucking scenes, the camera zoomed in close. Rita was fascinated at the way the screen was filled with an enlarged view of the cock pistoning in and out of the juicy cunt.
After the man shot his load, he pulled out his shrunken cock. The daughter was aroused by the exhibition. She grabbed his come-covered cock and began sucking it. In seconds, he had another erection. This time, the daughter climbed on top of his hard dick. The mother squatted over his face for a cunt-lapping job. Close-ups shifted from his cock sliding in and out of the cunt to his tongue lapping at his wife's pussy.
When the picture ended, Karl turned up the lights. Rita blinked her eyes, adjusting from the darkness. Al clapped his hands. "Well, let's get started!" he said.
She turned to see both men had disrobed. The movie had held her attention and she didn't hear them removing their clothes. Al and Karl had stiff cocks ready for action.
"The night's young yet!" Karl said. "First, our friend here is gonna do a little dance for us."
He turned on a record player. The music was Mediterranean, belly dancing music. "Okay, Rita, do your stuff! Take off your clothes and show us how you belly dance!"
Rita removed her clothes and stood before them nude. She listened to the music, waiting to move into the rhythm. With only an impression of what belly dancing was like, Rita moved her feet in place. While her feet shifted in tempo to the music, she undulated her torso in sinuous gyrations.
Her rounded tits jiggled as she swayed to the rhythmic sounds. The men clapped their hands to keep time with the dancing. She did a slow sensual pirouette and her tits swung back and forth in their own erratic dance. Karl and Al hooted and whistled in lustful approval.
Rita's movements were raw and seductive. She made up her own steps as she tried to emulate a belly dancer. Her body swayed. She cupped her enticing tits, fondling the well-shaped breasts in a slow sensuous manner.
Raising her hands above her head, she shook limp wrists. At the same time, she rotated her hips. It was a sensual gyration simulating coital movements. She turned around, shaking her ass at them with the same sinuous writhing.
The record finished. Karl shut off the player. "Okay! That was terrific, Rita! You always do a good job'"
The dogs began to bark. "Damn!" Karl swore. ("What the hell's bugging them?" directing the question more to himself.
"Prowlers maybe?" Al queried.
"If there are any, they're gonna be in for a surprise after I turn them loose!" Karl remarked, annoyed at the interruption. "I'll be right back! Why don't you two lay down on the gym mat and get better acquainted?"
Al nodded towards the mat and Rita lay down. He sat down alongside of her. Reaching for a succulent tit, he bowed his head. Her tit was sucked up into his rapacious mouth. His mouth nibbled on her tit while his fingers dug into her cuntal trench.
Rita steeled herself. She found a certain mental discipline. The erotic stimulation didn't arouse her. There was some moisture in her twat but she managed to control her passion. She wondered whether this indifference could be maintained for the rest of the evening.
Al mauled her cunt and sucked her tits for several minutes. Karl returned, swearing. "If there was anyone around, they ain't there anymore! I turned the damned dogs loose. They ran around the house and came back. I don't know whether they went to take a leak or what! I don't care!" He rubbed his hands together in eager contemplation.
"It's time for fun and games!" Karl announced. "You can fuck her cunt, Al," he offered, "and I'll get a blow job. And you're getting the better of the deal! She's not the greatest when it comes to giving head!"
"I'll take your word for it," Al replied. "Besides, I always wanted to fuck a shaved pussy!"
Al splayed her legs and fitted his cock into her cunt. Several cushions were removed from a couch and shoved under her hips to elevate her cunt.
Karl straddled her chest, kneeling. He rested his ass on her tits, sitting on them. Tilting forward he brought his eager prick to her mouth. The ruby cockhead was rubbed across her lips. "Start sucking!" he ordered.
Between her thighs, Rita was aware of the rhythmic penile strokes pumping back and forth. Her twat had tasted the presence of only three cocks. This fourth one wasn't as thick or as long as Karl's or Bud's. What it lacked in size, it made up for in action. Al's prick shuttled in and out in frenzied pistoning thrusts.
She heard him grunting, thrusting his prick into her twat with forceful drives. Each thrust moved her body a fraction of a space.
Above her face, Karl voiced his impatience, urging her to suck him off. Her mouth opened wide to permit the entrance of his eager dick. She was able to swing her arms in front of his thighs. One hand grasped his balls while she held his prick steady at the base with the other hand.
She wanted to end the evening as soon as possible. Al was almost ready to come, she Figured. He was pumping his cock like a pistoning oil rig.
The tonguing of Karl's cock was window dressing. Her curled fingers sliding up and down the shaft were doing the real job. She was doing a fist fucking job on him. Rita hoped he wouldn't notice the method being used.
Her tongue made a series of flickering licks across the crown of his cock. She pumped his prick in and out of her mouth. The rubbery lips rolled along the shaft in a moist friction. While her mouth slithered over his prick, Rita's licked the imprisoned portion of his hot flesh. The flattened oral blade pressed hard into his cock.
Al made constant comments of salacious approval as he moved his cock to and fro.
"Jeez! This is some cunt! All broads should have their hair shaved off! What a tight juicy cunt!" he remarked.
Rita ignored the remarks. It didn't provoke her. Her mental attitude had developed a kind of erotic immunity. She was impervious to the penile stimulation pumping insider her venereal furrow. There was no stimulation of her clitoris. That helped to keep her mind off any lascivious responses.
Her fingers continued to fondle Karl's balls and stroke his cock. He moved his hips in coital thrusts. Rita expected the seminal discharge to come gushing out any second. The urgent penile thrusts always signalled the approaching orgasm.
Both men seemed to be nearing the physiological moment. Al was fucking her cunt at a furious pace. Karl's heavy thrusts moved in cadence with his partner's movements.
The milky fluid spilled into her twat. Al drove his prick in deep as his come spewed out. She felt the strong throbs as each penile contraction shot out a glob of hot jism. One down and one more to go!
Karl's prick emptied its venereal tribute into her waiting mouth. His heavy strokes and his shifting balls telegraphed the thick orgasmic effusion.
Rita held the base of his shaft. She restricted the entry of his prick into her oral cavity. Swallowing his come was a grudging concession. There was no need to have him stab her tonsils also! She went through the ritual of drawing out the remaining residue of his come.
Karl stood up, his stiff prick a shrunken mass of flesh.
"Is the party over? May I go home now?" she asked.
"Are you kidding?" Karl snapped. "We were just getting warmed up. I'll tell you when we're finished."
He poured a round of drinks for Al and himself. They talked about Rita's sexual abilities. She listened to them discussing her merits like she was some form of inanimate object. What she felt or thought didn't matter! Her presence was for the purpose of their carnal abuse. Lighting up, Rita took heavy drags on the cigarette to disguise her irritation.
"Didja ever fuck a broad in the ass while someone was fucking her cunt at the same time?" Karl asked Al.
The question made Rita sit up with licentious interest. She experienced having her ass and cunt plugged. It was a single effort, not both at the same time! In spite of the circumstances and mental conditioning, Rita found herself aroused.
Two men fucking her at the same time! She sensed the stirrings of libidinous inclinations within her. How and what would, it be like to be double clipped? A strong itching grew in her vulva. Rita was anxious to have them start.
"Shit!" Al exclaimed, "I never fucked a broad in the ass with or without someone screwing her up front. No kidding! Can I give it to her up the back door?"
"You bet!" Karl assured him. "You're gonna have a ball tonight! I hafta figure out how we're going to work this deal. It has to be done just right!"
Karl picked up the cushions and tossed them back on his couch then situated himself in a comfortable pose on them. His feet were stretched out. Rita was instructed to straddle his thighs. She fitted her snatch over his rigid rod, impaling herself on it. Karl moved his legs apart to give Al better access. His splayed legs parted her legs further, making Rita's ass more prominent.
"There's a jar of vaseline behind the bar," Karl said. "Better put some up her ass and on your dick," he suggested. "Otherwise, it'll be rough getting into her tight hole."
Rita was thankful for this consideration. Karl's dick was a snug fit inside her snatch. The heavy sweating began in her twat. She felt the exciting expectation of the act.
When Al stuck his lubricated finger up her ass, Rita pressed her quim deeper over Karl's cock. A thrilling shiver ran along her spine in anticipation of the rectal insertion.
Al pushed one buttock aside as he pressed his cockhead against her spincter. He kept a firm steady pressure on the shaft as it penetrated the tight hole. The inserted cock was buried up to its hilt in her anal canal. Karl's parted legs made it easy for him to get up close.
To Rita, this was a discovered erotic pleasure. She felt a voluptuous surge sweep through her pores. The twin cocks bored into her venereal orifices. There was a wall of muscle between her rectum and vagina. Her sensitive flesh detected the two cocks pressing on it.
Karl remained motionless, letting his prick rest in her damp quim. For the time being, Al would do all the work. Rita allowed herself the luxury of enjoying this fuck.
Karl reached for her tits using soft kneading squeezes. His fingers pinched the tips with a gentle pressure. She felt the nipples stiffening.
Al's prick slid in and out of her anal sheath. The friction of his cock scraping along evoked new erotic thrills. Karp picked up the beat from Al's rhythm. They worked in tandem. Karl shoved upward and Al returned his dick to its rectal resting place, Karl retreated with his shaft.
Their coital movements were synchronized. Rita felt the intensity of their lustful stimulation in her ass and twat. She murmured in ecstatic rapture as the erotic intoxication permeated her senses.
The lips of her spincter were compressed in a venereal kiss about Al's cock. Her elastic asshole offered a reluctant surrender to its departure. On the return of his prick, her rectum welcomed the arrival of his lascivious lance.
She felt intense sexual heat from the rhythm of their fucking. Their coital strokes were like pneumatic drills burrowing into her flesh. Al shoved his cock deep into her ass and Karl pulled back. Karl reversed the stroke, driving his prick forward. Al shifted in a partial withdrawal. They maintained this penile shuttle at a rapid steady pace.
Rita felt the heat from the friction of Al's shaft. It was tepid at first, then warm, and finally, glowing. From the perimeter of her ass, the fire spread into the tight cavern of her rectum.
A little moan of ecstatic pleasure escaped her lips. "AHERR!" Over and over, she murmured the appreciative moans. "Aherrr! Aherrr!" The prick working in her moist cunt started a fire of erotic rapture. Her entire bottom was being consumed in a sexual conflagration.
The temperature became more intense. Rita felt the glow diffusing itself. She could almost picture steam pouring out of her twin holes.
Al's pelvis tapped against her buttocks in frenzied thrusts. His breathing pattern changed. He was exerting more effort. His driving cock moved harder and faster.
"Nnrrr! Nnrrr!" His deep rasping grunts vibrated in his chest.
Karl's warm alcoholic breath blew into her face. He was expending energy also from his efforts.
Rita felt a lascivious turbulence growing. Her body was a libidinous volcano ready to erupt at any moment. At the start, the stimulation elicited gentle murmurs. As the intensity grew, she became more animated. She emitted her own animalistic growls. "Ohhmmm! Ohhmmm!"
She tried to synchronize her movements with the penile strokes of the two men fucking her holes.
A perverse exuberance took hold of her. "Fuck me, fuck me! Give me more, more! I can feel those juicy cocks in me! Harder, harder! Faster, faster!" she exhorted them in frantic pleas. "Oh, yessss! that's it! Great, great!"
Their cocks met at the fleshy wall that separated her ass from her cunt. She could feel their renewed pounding. Rita wondered it their pricks would break through.
She sucked in her lower lip, biting down on it. Rita's pores were saturated with the exquisite piquancy of erotic rapture. Her depraved senses were being gratified as the sensual voluptuousness streamed through her body.
"I'm coming, I'm coming!" she announced. "Oh, keep it up, keep it up! Just a litttle bit more!" she pleaded. "HARDER, HARDER! FASTER, FASTER!" Her urgings were loud and strident. "I'm coming again! I'm shooting another load! Where is it all coming from? Now, NOWWW! I'M COMM-MINNGGG! YAHHRRGRRrrr!"
It was a primitive savage cry. A mixture of emotions that ranged from anguish to ecstatic approval. She reached out and grabbed Karl's shoulders. Throwing back her head, a cry burst from her throat. From the forceful howling of a hurricane, it diminished to the whisper of a soft breeze.
At that moment, the spasmic emissions from Al's cock spilt into her rectal sheath. She was aware of the pulsations as each spurt became weaker. A few seconds later, Karl completed the cycle, flooding her pussy with his hot jism.
Her twin holes tingled with the voluptuous pulsations of their venereal tribute. She absorbed the throbbing palpitations of their pricks. The surrounding flesh of her erogenous holes matched their erotic throbs with vibrant beats of her own.
The sexual storm that shook the three participants had abated. It left them spent. They remained fused together for several minutes. Al and Rita's forms pressed down on Karl's supine body. Fatigued, they waited for their strength to return.
Al withdrew his detumescent shaft from her flooded quim first. Freed of his weight, Rita struggled to separate herself from Karl. His cock also suffered the same fate as Al's sex piece. Shrunken, it hung limp in a bedraggled heap.
Rita felt come trickling out of her ass and cunt. The lascivious fever that burned within her was dissipating. Her temperature returned to normal.
This had been the wildest sex scene she ever experienced. It had aroused her to extreme erotic rapture. Too bad it was with Al and Karl! For a brief moment, she envisioned doing it with Bud and Dave. She couldn't understand how Dave got into her sex fantasies!
"What a piece of ass!" Al exclaimed in enthusiastic approval. "And I do mean ass! It was tight like a virgin's cunt! Fantastic!"
"That's why I gave it to ya!" Karl slurred. "Didja hear the way she was screaming for more?"
Rita regretted the momentary display of her passions. She was carried away by the erotic arousal.
"Look! You've had your fun! Can I leave now? I have a sick mother at home and she's all alone!" Rita said.
"Yeh, yeh!" Karl answered in mild exasperation. "Go on! We'll catch you again some other night!"
"You bet!" Al joined in. "I love fucking that ass!"
She dressed and started up the basement stairs. "Would you mind shewing me to the door?" she asked Karl, "just in case your dogs won't let me out!"
Karl laughed and padded bare-assed after her. "Yeh! We wouldn't want those mutts to get into my private stock, would we?"
He escorted her to the door and let her out. There was a slight chill in the air. Rita shuddered. It wasn't from the cold! She wondered how much longer this situation would continue. The unanswered question was frightening!