Chapter 6

The morning sky was cloudless. Phoebe had been awakened to fix breakfast. The three men were sunning themselves and going about the pool that lay behind the house, cleaning and fixing it for a swim later in the afternoon. Phoebe watched them from the kitchen as she finished the dishes.

When she came out on the terrace, Sal called her to the edge of the pool and told her that he was sorry for having to treat her in such a rough way but that it was imperative that she understand that their relationship was not what it used to be. She must do exactly what he said, when he said it. There would be no hesitation, no questioning. Each of them had a job to do while the heat from the police subsided and it was important that he not have to worry about her doing hers. If she relaxed and just accepted things for what they were, she could have a great time.

Phoebe was unmoved. She could only think of her beautiful room in the quiet house on Prudence Lane. She realized however that protesting would do little good so she nodded and headed back to the house. As she passed the other two men, men she knew as Ray Garbo and Dino Larenzo, she noticed that they were slightly younger than Sal. All three were handsome, if loathsome for what they had tricked her into. All three were dark, lean and-she couldn't help noticing-from the way their shorts were filled out, well, they were men.

Phoebe was too blonde to stand the heat of the desert noon. Her Vermont gold amounted to little more than pallor here in the desert. She was nearly white compared to the dark Mediterranean men. She watched them from under the cool of the awning that stretched out from the house onto the patio. They arranged the mats and chairs neatly around the pool.

Ray finished sweeping the bottom of the pool with the water vacuum and put the equipment back in the pool shed. Then he walked to the lawn chair next to the table with the umbrella and sat down to check his foot. Phoebe was almost exactly across from him. As he lifted his leg the better to inspect the toe he had jammed while working, his cock slipped out of his swim short. It was long, and soft and thick. The foreskin came together beyond the head and it lay there tan and inviting. Phoebe forced herself to turn away but a moment too slowly. From across the pool she heard:

"See something you like, Phoebe?"

She continued to walk toward the house. The other two men looked up just as Ray put his leg down and pulled his limp cock a full seven inches below the edge of his swim shorts. He waved it at her lewdly as she disappeared into the house. Dino and Sal joined Ray's laughter and told him he'd better put it away before he got a burn. Phoebe blushed and felt humiliated; she could have kicked herself for ever noticing....

She fixed lunch without having to be told. She realized that the less contact she had with the men, the less she was in their attention, the better off she'd be. After all, they were three robust men in the middle of the desert and she was little more than a child, and a woman with no recourse outside of her own wits.

After lunch the men went out to the pool to discuss their plans concerning the police and the next heist. When they were through with their discussion they went their separate ways. Dino and Ray left in the car they had brought with them. It was evident that they would not be gone long, perhaps until sundown. There were connections that had to be kept open but Sal wanted at least three men at the house just in case any of the hoods who might know their whereabouts got smart ideas about picking up a little easy bread. Sal didn't think the cops "would get around to discovering the cabin until they were all cleared.

When Sal came back in the house Phoebe looked at him questioningly.

"What's wrong with you now?" he barked. "Oh, you got the same look on your face you had when Ray's dick came at you across the pool."

Phoebe turned away with embarrassment. That wasn't at all what was on her mind. She had allowed herself to think that Sal might relent when the two of them were alone again. She hoped that he might drop her off at the closest point of civilization if she promised not to say a word about them or where they were. She had been foolish. Obviously Sal had no intention of doing any such thing. Worse still, now he felt she was responding to their being alone. How could he imagine that she felt anything other than apprehension?

When she turned toward Sal again, to explain her feelings, he stood in front of her with his burgeoning prick in his hand. Her mouth dropped open with surprise.

"That's right, Phoebe, nice and open...."

She began to back away from him. He stood just where he was but he unsnapped the top of his swim shorts and let them drop to the floor. There he stood, stark naked. He was deep brown except where his shorts protected him from the sun. There he was lighter with coal black hair. Only his dick was something of a light tan. When he let it go, the knob-like head dropped down below where the tan commenced on his thighs. It fell with a weighty spring. As it reached the bottom of its fall it gathered weight and rigidity. It began to nod upwards, staring Phoebe straight in the face.

His body was tight. His arms bulged with full biceps and triceps. He could make her do anything he wanted to ... and now he wanted to. His balls were heavy with unspent sperm. He walked toward her.

"Listen, Sal....not me. Think of Alice...."

He broke out with a sharp guffaw. "Alice?" he said, "Why, that little whore. I've seen her go down on five men in a night and me the first and the last...."

Phoebe could not believe her ears. Her eyes however could be believed. Sal was walking toward her, he was complete naked, they were alone and he had a roaring erection. She began to plead as he grabbed her blonde hair and shoved her to her knees. He straddled her with his great balls swinging above her upturned face. He held his dick in his hand and pulled the foreskin back to reveal his shining purple cock-head.

She turned her face away but he slapped her hard with the back of his hand. She wouldn't have to be told twice. He stared directly into her eyes and began rubbing the spongy head of his turgid cock across her lips, her eyes, her nose. She thought she would die of shame. "Open your mouth," he said.

"Oh, Sal, please ... I can't it's too big...."

"Open your fucking mouth, cunt." He slapped her with his rock-hard cock.

Phoebe tried to scramble away. Sal kicked her buttocks savagely with his bare foot and snatched her back again by the hair. He reached down and pulled her up by the front of her brassiere, straining her back. She was panic-stricken. Her eyes were ablaze with fear and revulsion. The smell of the pasty white smegma of Sal's foreskin caused her to go into a spasm of dry wretching.

"Go ahead and vomit, you precious little momma's girl. Go ahead! But wipe your fucking mouth 'cause you're gonna suck this killer dick as soon as you're through."

Phoebe wretched again but did not vomit. The obnoxious smell drew closer and closer. Sal seemed to take pleasure in making her appreciate every revolting detail of his menacing prick. The base was full, so full that his hand would hardly fit around it when he slammed the heavy outer skin back to its farthest extremity. The staff of his rigid cock narrowed only slightly as it reached the head, it narrowed in easy graceful lines designed to split open whatever it made its way into. Phoebe feared it would choke her if he were to shove it deep into her throat. As the lines drew together in a slight constriction just below the head, they only further emphasized the enormous volume of the head. From Phoebe's perspective, the head of his prick looked as big as a cat's head. The purple corona stretched with the hydraulic pressure within. The mouth of that angry-looking cock-head exceeded Phoebe's nostrils in both height and breadth. Sal pulled the glans back on each side the better to open its blind mouth, letting a drop of clear lubricant ooze with agonizing slowness toward her waiting face.

He pushed her mouth open with his thumb, then he pulled her head against the base of his prick and slowly guided it up the length of the staff. Slowly, up and around. Slowly, underneath and down to his balls....

"Lick it, you cunt. Lick it. Wet it all over. Let it know how much you love it. Lick it and think of it pushing up your cunt. Lick it ... make it wet ... it'll go down a lot easier if you juice it up...."

Phoebe's eyes rolled with the words "go down a lot easier". He was going to shove it down her throat. He was going to make her take the whole monster of a dick into her unwilling mouth even if it would kill her!

She had to escape. He saw the panic regenerating in her eyes and he slammed her roughly over onto her back. Then he placed one knee on each arm, almost breaking them. He slapped her with his turgid dick and laughed at her desperation. Then he rose to his knees and swung his heavy sperm-filled balls over her face.

"Now love these big balls up. That's a girl. Stick that little tongue out and give these big balls a nice long lick."

Phoebe knew better than to disobey. She extended her tongue. She touched his balls. At least the heavy balls were smooth. At least she didn't have to be afraid that he would shove them down her throat and break her neck. She licked them again.

"Now, now, now....That's a lot better. That's my little Alice's sister. Now the whore in you is coming out. Keep it up, lick those balls. Suck them into your little mouth and roll 'em around."

He saw a glint in her eye. A fleeting illusion of mischief. He pulled his balls away from her face, he pulled back and slapped her left and right.

"God damn you, you son-of-a-bitching little cunt. Don't even think of hurting those balls. Uncle Sal is very fond of them and if you so much as hurt a hair on them I swear I'll break your little neck and then leave you in the desert sun to die ... Now you be a good little girl and eat my balls before I get around to shoving my asshole in your face."

The very idea was devastating. Phoebe was certain that she was dealing with a mad man. No matter who he had been before yesterday, today he was a man totally out of his senses, a man with no concept of honor or dignity. A man who would kill her if she did not please him. She knew that her survival depended on pleasing the bizarre longings of this creature. She would have to give in. She would have to shut down her mind, her whole body and give in. But she could not. She buckled with fear. He slammed her back into position and dangled his rock-hard cock in front of her fearful eyes.

"Now you're gonna eat it," he said simply. "Open those lips before 1 bloody them."

She closed her eyes and opened her mouth. She felt the soft foreskin being rubbed back and forth across her lips. It was soft and moist and warm. As he pulled the long foreskin back the strung-taut, texture of the bulbous head of his prick filled the tiny space between her lips.

"Wet your lips baby. Wet your lips."

Her tongue went out and moistened her lips. As she did it, she could not help touching his prick-head that hung only millimeters above her mouth. Her tongue reported a slickly hot exciting texture-a feeling that she had never felt before. Only then did she realize, that she had never touched a man's organ. Never in her life had she felt the spongy teasing hardness of the head of a dick. Never in her life had she felt the heat contained within its hardness. Never the extraordinary velvetiness of the skin. She had no idea that men could be so soft. Even their lips were not so smooth or soft as the object that she now found herself licking with more interest than horror.

Sal looked down at her face, with her eyes closed tight. The pain and revulsion were slowly going out of her expression. The hardened lines of stress and terror softened. Her tongue was moving out now without his specific direction. Just a little guidance from furtive fold to sensitive secret ... just a few words to make it better.

The head of his prick was shining with Phoebe's saliva. She was working her mouth to gather more. He suddenly spat on his dick. She jumped from the surprise of his spittle smacking his cock-head that she was so gently licking, but quickly she realized that his viscous saliva would join with hers and lubricate the monster she was now feeling respond. Its hardness was not an absolute. It would give, it would compress if pressure were applied in just the right way. One could not compel it but one could work around its long inalterable hardness and take advantage of its desire to be pleased.

Sal lifted himself from his sitting position and, the improved angle allowed him to slip the entire knob-like head of his prick just inside Phoebe's mouth. In anticipation of her inexperience he willed his erection to go down just a little ... he allowed his prick to soften and diminish in size so that she would not be overwhelmed initially.

She took it into her mouth. She pressed behind the thick head with her soft lips. Then she was lost, she had no idea what to do....

"Use your tongue," instructed Sal almost gently, "and go all around my prick. Just keep it nice and wet ... go around and around."

She did as she was told. Her tongue darted back and forth beneath his cock-head where the fascinating lines of foreskin and glans met. She rode up one side of the sharp edge of the flared head and over the top. She dipped back into the well of saliva deep within her mouth and returned to the tip. She felt it with her tongue. Her tongue pressed its softness, encouraged its response. She slipped her tongue to the base of the head and felt the tiny folds of the withdrawn foreskin. She circled them too.

Sal was beginning to get off on her amateurish attempts at cocksucking. She had the right idea but her lips were like feathers. She. understood the concept but not the application.

"Press it hard with the flat of your tongue. Make it feel good. You know it's happy when you get a response like this." He flexed his erection and his dick lurched up within her mouth, growing even bigger.

She was frightened by the increased size but fascinated by his control. She pressed with lips in place, allowing her teeth to touch the tender underside of his meat.

"No teeth you stupid klutz! If I feel another fuckin' tooth you'll swallow the whole set! Now suck it."

With this he began thrusting his throbbing prick deeper into her mouth.

"Just keep wetting it. Just keep your lips nice and loose around it. Lick it when its going in and then work it while its coming out."

Phoebe was getting the idea. She gagged as his enormous cock-head rammed against her palate but she recovered quickly. She was terrified of displeasing him. She learned quickly to direction the monster within the confines of her mouth but there were moments when even an experienced cocksucker would have had difficulty in surviving the size and weight of Sal's powerful Coke-bottle of a dick. Even with four inches of his meat deep within Phoebe's mouth there was room for him to place his full hand around what remained outside her lips and jerk the skin slowly, complementing her efforts.

Gradually he shoved more and more of his massive cock into her mouth. He allowed it to get hard slowly deep within her so that they had to change position again to better accommodate it. Soon Phoebe was in front of him. She half-kneeled, half-lay with him squarely in front of her. Fortunately his enormous cock curved slightly I down allowing her to avoid too much contact with the gag centers and to direct it down the back of her throat, down into the muscular portion.

She was getting the hang of it.

He was getting hot. He pulled his throbbing prick from her hot mouth and involuntarily she leaned forward in pursuit of it.

"Easy baby," he said seeing her hard put to give it up so abruptly. "There's lots more ... just turn over and learn a little about how those balls like to be worked."

She obediently rolled onto her back and awaited instructions.

"Wet 'em. Reach up there and wet those luscious balls."

She lifted herself against the weight of his balls and licked and licked, feeling their weight and size, being amazed at the smoothness of the skin, at the sparseness of the hairs. Their sponginess was different from his dick's. They were solid and hard. They did not give but would slip away if she tried to capture one with her mouth.

"Suck the skin in first. Suck that ol! sac and then pull the ball in. But remember if you hurt that little lover you're a goner."

At first she did not understand. Then with a little experimentation she found that she could direct the inside of the ball with only a little suction here or there. She could pop the ball into her mouth or force it out with only the slightest movement. He responded. She was beginning to understand the parameters of ball-licking.

"Now take them both in...."

She reached for one and popped it into her mouth. Then, with no idea where it might fit-they too were totally out of her concept of human proportion, the size of goose eggs-the second ball slipped into her mouth. She could move nothing. There was no room. Gradually however she found that her tongue would fit around them ... They would shift squishily from one place to another within his scrotum. As she sucked his balls there on the living room floor, he began to massage his massive cock-shaft.

"Hold on to 'em baby....That's it. No teeth, no pull ... just a steady downward pressure." She was doing fine.

With every pull on his dick she could feel his balls rising and falling in her mouth. She could feel them getting tighter and looser. Finally she began to pull back gently and was amazed that they got lower and lower. The sac stretched with no apparent pain. In fact, Sal seemed to be getting hotter and hotter. He pumped his enormous prick faster and harder.

"Suck 'em cunt ... Suck those beautiful balls."

And she did. She sucked and pulled, she reached for them but he again slammed her arms away. He wanted lips. Just her lips and her long, searching tongue.

Then as Phoebe felt she would no longer have to die to please him, just as she was beginning to feel that all was not horror and disgust, he pulled his balls from her mouth. He was pounding the shaft of his turgid cock furiously. Everything about his prick that she had noted before was changed. It was hard. Hard with no sponginess. It was huge, huge with no chance of her handling it. He was hot, hot with no possibility of being dissuaded from his goal.

He reared above her, stretching to his full kneeling height. He pounded his pulsing prick inches above her face. She watched with amazement at the energy of his efforts. He reeled forward and back. He almost stood up as his tightening thighs pulled him, circled his hips, convulsed him forward and back.

He reached down to Phoebe's neck.

"Oh my God," she thought, "he's gonna kill me." And as she opened her mouth to scream, he lifted her neck, swung his hips back and shoved his throbbing erection down her throat. She spasmed into a hard arch. He back-lifted from the floor and her head twisted back and forth in an effort to escape. She could not. His rock-hard prick was so deep within her throat that she could only twist around it like a pig on a spit. Her eyes bulged with the suffocation of having her throat totally blocked by the full length of his massive cock that filled her to her limit. His prick stretched her throat and suddenly jerked spasmically within her mouth and pumped gushes of his thick, white-hot sperm down her gullet. She reached into the air, groping for anything to save her. Her muffled screams only opened her throat more and Sal used every move on her part as an excuse to sadistically shove his prick deeper into her.

He came for what seemed an eternity. She thought she had truly seen the last of her days on earth. His viscous semen exploded so violently in her mouth that it poured out from between her clasping lips.

When he was finally finished, sticky white drops still oozed out of his prick as he withdrew it from her ravaged face. She was covered with his warm sperm and her salty tears. He squeezed one last drop of semen to the tip of his deflating cock and rubbed it on her lips. She began to cry softly and rolled over and held on to his leg, and she pressed her head against it. Then gently she lifted his heavy, nearly flaccid prick in her hand and held it next to her cheek. She rubbed it against her face and then lifted it to her mouth giving it a long tug as she did. As the last sticky drop appeared Phoebe kissed the end of his monstrous dick and stole the drop from its foreskin nest. She kissed his prick again and then lay her head down on the floor and silently cried.