Chapter 6

As soon as they were safely away from the grounds of the Academy, Craig turned his eyes from their gorgeous, half-naked hostage to confront his senior partner Derek.

"I think you owe me an explanation, pal, " Craig heard himself saying. "What the hell happened that we had to leave town so fast and why?"

Now that the Academy and all the unpleasant thoughts connected with it had disappeared into the distance, Derek discovered he could think more clearly and rationally. With a sigh he gripped the steering wheel more firmly and half-turned to face the angry Craig. "I don't know how it happened, " he admitted. "I was talking with Felicia about that orgy we had last night, and she said that she was mad that I fooled around with other chicks instead of going steady with her. I explained that I ain't a one-girl guy, and she blew up. She threatened to go tell every cop from here to Alaska about that little orgy of ours, and when I heard that everything went blank. The next thing I knew, I was trying to kill her.

"Oh, Jesus." Craig tried to light a cigarette, found he was too nervous to do so, and flung the thing out the car's rear door window. "Very smart, Derek. Very fuckin' smart. I've seen dozens of chicks threaten to turn us over to the cops, an' you always sweet talked them out of it with a little brains and a lot of cock. How come all of a sudden you wanna rack up a murder rap?"

Derek slammed his fist down on the horn button as an outlet for his anger. "Damn it, I didn't know what I was doing! I started out trying to strangle her, and then a minute later I was raping her. As soon as I shot my wad up her twat she knocked me off and went to squeal on me. I grabbed this car, grabbed this chick, grabbed you, and here we all are."

"So, we're here, " Craig cursed under his breath, and finally managed to light up a cigarette. "So now what are we supposed to do? We've got the cops after us for God knows how many different raps. They've got our names and descriptions, and they've got the description and license number of this car we stole. And we've also got a hostage we don't know what to do with."

As Craig said this a car came towards them from the opposite direction. Instantly Cynthia had struggled up to a kneeling position and was shouting to the people in the other car to help her, to call the police. Craig swore viciously and pulled the half-naked girl down again. 'Try that again, bitch. Try that a second time and you'll never have a chance to try it a third time."

As he said this Craig looked up at his partner Derek Marcus. For years now the two of them had been gallivanting all over the country and most of the world, fighting all the men and fucking all the women. They had a new face in every port of call, and a new name to go with it. They'd had jobs in every profession and citizenships in every nation; whichever one most suited there purpose at the time was the one they used. And always Derek had been the leader, the man in charge.

They'd gotten into trouble plenty of times.

There were hundreds of policemen, criminals and jealous boy friends who would shoot them as soon as look at them-not that they were going to get much of a chance to do either. And every trap that Craig and Derek had fallen into they'd always climbed right back out of with the help of their wits, their fists and their cocks. And always Derek had been the man in charge, the leader.

Well, now Craig decided that he was sick of this. The two of them had managed to wangle themselves the greatest job on earth: as headmaster and his personal assistant in an all-girl school. The fringe benefits on a job like that were enormous. And what had Derek done? He'd thrown the job away, and the girls that went with it, without even consulting Craig. The more Craig thought about it the madder he got.

Suddenly he said "Pull over, Derek."

It took a while for the words to register in Derek's numbed consciousness. "What did you say, Craig?"

"You heard me, damn it! Pull over!"

Derek was a man accustomed to giving orders, not taking them, but there was something in Craig's tone of voice that made Derek feel he should do as he was told. With a sigh, he twisted the steering wheel violently to bring their stolen car off the road and onto the shoulder, and from there into an indentation in the cluster of trees that lined the road. From where they were now it would be difficult for any passers-by to see them unless they knew where to look.

The two men got out of the car and walked deeper into the woods. Craig had Cynthia's shackled arms twisted behind her back, and he pushed the girl ahead of him as they walked.

"Okay, this is far enough, " he said. Craig pushed the miserable girl into a clump of dead leaves and leaned against a tree, puffing on his cigarette.

Derek looked madder than ever. "Okay, " he demanded. "Here we are. Now what comes next?"

"Relax, baby, " came Craig's answer. "I've got one or two little items of business I wanna discuss with you."

Derek snorted. "Is that all? I thought we were going to rape this little cunt we got with us."

"We will, don't worry. But first we're gonna have a little chat." Craig flicked his cigarette butt into the distance and turned back to face Derek. "Right now we're runnin' from the cops, and it's all your fault. One little slip-up by you and that whole big beautiful chance of a lifetime to fuck every girl we want went and blew up in our faces."

Derek didn't like the way Craig was looking at him, and shuddered visibly. "Anybody can make a mistake, Craig. We've both done it before. If anything, you've fucked up more times than I have."

Craig Bentley nodded. "Yeah, that's true and we both know it. But I never made a mistake half as bad as that one. You lost your temper and you blew your cool all at the same time. We're damned lucky we got off that campus with our asses on straight. Those people coulda killed us." He paused to light another cigarette. "So, Derek, I can't take a chance on something like that happening again."

Derek was breathing unsteadily now. "So that's it, eh? After all those years together we split up? Just like that?"

Craig shook his head. "No, Derek, not just like that. We're not splitting up, not yet anyway, because we need each other for at least as long as we can get out of this fiasco alive. The only thing is, from now on I'm giving the orders. All of them."

"WHAT?!?" For a moment Derek looked as though he'ckbeen shot and had a heart attack at the exact same time. "Don't be an asshole, Craig. You couldn't get us out of this jam."

"Maybe not, pal. But you're the one who got us into it and I figure it's time for a new administration."

Derek sneered. "You're crazy."

Craig came a step closer. "I'm also six inches and fifty pounds bigger than you. Either we both go my way from now on or you don't go anywhere at all. I'll kill you right here an' now. So what'll it be?"

Derek saw that his partner was deadly serious. For one moment he considered knocking Craig over the head, grabbing the girl and getting out of here. But then he knew that that would be sheer lunacy. With a sigh Derek nodded his assent. "You win, Craig. You're the boss from now on."

Craig nodded too. "Damn right I'm the boss. Now I know we're both in a hurry to fuck this little pussy here, but we gotta get outa the state first. We should be over the state line in about ten minutes if we break the speed limit. So let's get the hell on the road."

An hour later they were in upstate New York and heading towards New York City. They paused only long enough to steal some license plates from an abandoned car and put them on their own stolen vehicle.

Cynthia, meanwhile, had been watching all this in growing fear and apprehension. She was not at all enthusiastic about being handcuffed and dragged all over the countryside by two desperate men while wearing only a bra and panties. She knew that she was in a hell of a lot of trouble, but she also knew that there didn't seem to be an awful lot that she could do about it.

"Listen, " she told her captors frantically, "you've got to let me go. Having a hostage won't help you much at this point, and if you let me go you'll automatically be in less trouble right there."

Craig snorted in disgust and contempt. "Sure! Let you go to run to the cops. No dice, baby. No dice at all." He snorted again. Women! Not half a brain among the lot of them. All they were good for was a fuck now and then. He could hardly wait for another chance to fuck this one.

Finally, after many hours of driving, with several stops to siphon gas from cars in parking lots, the two men and their helpless prisoner arrived in New York City. Craig, who had taken over driving the car shortly after he'd taken over command of the operations, pulled the vehicle up outside a dingy-looking building on Eighth Avenue, a building prominently labeled "RAP STUDIO".

Craig pushed open the door and went in, not even bothering to knock. He made a signal to Derek, and Derek followed him in, dragging the reluctant Cynthia, who was still in chains and very little clothing. Quite a few bystanders stared at seeing the man drag this beautiful, handcuffed girl who wore only her underthings into this building, but the vast majority of the onlookers merely kept on walking. Such incidences were quite common in New York City, especially on Eighth Avenue.

As Derek kicked the door shut a man came out from an inner room to see what all the noise was. The man had one hand under his jacket, and from the bulge that hand made he seemed to be holding something in it, something shaped an awful lot like a pistol. Obviously he suspected a raid, or even a robbery.

When he saw there were two men, neither one armed, he relaxed slightly, but didn't pull the hand out from his jacket. "What can I do for you people?" The man's eyes bugged slightly when he got a look at Cynthia, but he was not so surprised as he might have been. After all, he'd been in this business for quite some time, and all kinds of things went through that door.

Craig walked right up to the man. "I wanna see Rollo. Fast."

"Rollo ain't here no more, " came the answer. "Rollo ain't nowhere. A little business rival decided to put him on a permanent retirement plan."

Craig cursed. He hadn't expected this. "All right, then who's running the place now? Jimmy? Bubba? Rock? Fred?"

The other man, seeing that he was dealing with someone he could trust, took his hand away from the bulge in his coat. "Jimmy ain't here either, " he announced. "Retired about the same time Rollo did, never did find him. Fred quit the business, an' Rock never will be more than a number-two man. So Bubba's runnin' the whole damned show now."

Craig breathed a sigh of relief. "All right, then. Tell Bubba I want to see him pronto."

"Not so fast, baby. A lotta dudes wanna see Bubba, but he don't always wanna see them. So who shall I say is calling?"

Craig lit a cigarette and flicked the match into a corner. "Bubba doesn't know me by name, at least not by the name I'm using now. Tell him that the guy who got him all that Chinese pussy is here to see him. Pronto."

"Well, okay, but Bubba's a busy man. I'll give 'im the message, but I can't promise hell see you."

"He'll see me. Once he finds out who's out here you couldn't keep him away from me. Now go tell him."

The man looked dubious, but went away, presumably to give Bubba the indicated message.

"I don't like this, " Cynthia wailed. 'This place looks like a whore house. Let me out of here."

Derek kicked her. "Shut up, bitch." He turned to face Craig. "Hey, Craig, who is this Bubba fellow anyway?"

Craig didn't answer, but he didn't have to, for a moment later the door burst open and a huge black man strutted into the room. The man was covered with silk, fur, gold and diamonds from head to toe, and there were even diamonds set into several of his teeth. His arms were open wide and his grin was even wider. "Mike, baby!" He enthused, looking directly at Craig. '"What's happenin', man?"

Craig grinned as the two of them shook hands. "It ain't Mike anymore, Bubba, from now on the name's Craig. Craig Bentley. At least till the cops find out about it, and then I'll just change it again."

"Craig Bentley, huh? Dynamite." The man named Bubba looked his comrade up and down. "Brothuh, if I'd bumped into you on the street I woulda never known it was you. You used to have red hair, an' I'd swear your nose ain't the same shape it used to be."

Craig grinned wider still. "Neither are my ears." He slapped Bubba on the back. "My face changes as fast as my name. Bubba, this is a friend of mine, Derek Marcus. Derek, I'd like you to meet Bubba Monroe."

Bubba's eye had fallen upon Cynthia, who was trying to disappear into the woodwork. 'That's just like you, Mike ... I mean, Craig. You walk in here with a gorgeous naked chick an' you introduce me to a man." He pushed his way closer to Cynthia. "I'd rather be introduced to the fox here."

Craig shrugged. "Okay, this is Cynthia Rodinas. Big tits, well-trained cunt. An' I'm giving her to you. I figure your stable could use a nice new twat to brighten up the place."

Bubba's big jaw dropped. "You GIVIN' her to me? Oh man, it's just what I needed? Three of my chicks done caught the clap an' another one's pregnant and ain't had time for an abortion yet. You sure your name is Craig an' not Santa Claus?" Suddenly Bubba stopped grinning, and a suspicious look came over his black face. "Wait a minute, brothuh, I know you, man. You never gave away nothin' to nobody. What's the catch?"

Craig stubbed his cigarette out and tossed it over his shoulder. "No catch at all, Bubba. Except...."

"Aha! I knew it! Here it comes!" Bubba hooked his thumbs into his belt loops and looked at Craig. "Okay. What do I gotta do to win the little pussy here?"

While Derek and Cynthia listened Craig explained to Bubba their present circumstances: how they'd been forced to leave the girls' Academy, what crimes they'd committed en route, and so forth. Finally he made Bubba a proposition: in exchange for giving Bubba Cynthia to work in his bordello, Bubba would take on Craig and Derek as employees until the heat blew over slightly. Bubba knew Craig well, and he could tell what kind of man Derek was by looking at him. There were many uses for such men within his organization.

Finally Bubba decided that the bargain was a fair one, and he dispatched one of his men to take Craig's and Derek's stolen "car and dump it some place. Then he called in two other minions and ordered them to take Cynthia and chain her to a bed until he could find a use for her. One of the men winked at Bubba, and then both men seized the girl and began to carry her off, screaming and struggling. The door closed behind the men and their unwilling companion, and then Bubba turned back to Craig and Derek.

He smiled. "It's gonna be a pleasure havin' you cats work with me. If you'll follow me into my private office I think we can arrange a little celebration in honour of the occasion."

The two of them followed Bubba into the next room. There were three beds there, and there were also three girls sitting around reading movie magazines and talking. One of the girls was a blonde, one was a brunette, one was a Puerto Rican, and all three were sexy as hell.

"Ladies, " Bubba announced as he led the men into his "office", "I'd like you to meet two friends of mine: Craig an' Derek. Guys, these three foxes here are Honey, Sally and Juanita, an', they're here to entertain us."

"Swell." Craig came closer to the girls, making his choice and then going towards Sally, the redhead. "Well, Derek, what'd I tell you? I've only been running this operation for a few hours, an' already the company's paying dividends to the stockholders."

If anyone had passed the door to Bubba's office just then they would have heard a noise that sounded suspiciously like three strong men grabbing three sexy women and dragging them into three big beds. Which was understandable, because that was exactly what was going on.

Derek had had a lot of white girls lately, but not much else, and he decided that variety was the spice of life. In a moment he had Juanita down on one of the beds and was pulling off her clothes.

The third girl was named Honey, and the name was quite appropriate. She had honey blonde hair and a cunt that was as sweet as honey. Right now Bubba was looking forward to something sweet before he went to bed.

Craig had Sally down on the bed now, and he was on top of her. She couldn't have gotten away even if she'd wanted to. She was naked now, because he'd pulled her clothes off. He grabbed her by the legs and spread them, spread them wide. Her cunt was there, and it was ready for his red hot dick. In a moment his meat was down and inside of her, doing the thing it was supposed to do.

Derek snatched Juanita, the Puerto Rican girl. He pushed up her skirt and pulled down her stockings, noticing that she wasn't wearing any panties underneath. Then he had her legs spread like a wishbone and was homing in on her beautiful Spanish twat.

Meanwhile, Honey was waiting for Bubba. She'd had the big black man's big meat many times, but she wanted more of it. She wanted all there was of it, and even then she wanted more. She didn't have to be told what to do, she lay down obediently, lifted her skirt and spread her legs. She didn't wear any panties either, because when a girl wears panties then it just takes that much longer to fuck her, and when it comes to fucking then nobody likes to waste time.

The three cocks were inside the three pussies now, and the three men were humping up and down, up and down in syncopated rhythm, like three cylinders in a V-8 engine. And as they pumped they could feel their huge rods of meat getting more and more swollen every second, bigger and bigger and harder and suffer and hotter and more and more excited.

And now the six bodies were moving as though they were one, as though they were one huge throbbing organism that fed upon itself, that lived only to give itself pleasure, to feed itself lust. More of it, more of it, there had to be more.

And then the three men were creaming, were shooting their hot wads of cock sauce straight into the quivering cunts of the girls beneath them, and barely an instant later the three girls were climaxing too, and the six groans of pleasure blended together to form a harmonious chord, together the six voices blended into a perfect sextet, with a capital sex.

"More, more!" moaned Derek, ecstatic beyond belief.

"Change partners!" shouted Craig joyously. "Change lobsters and dance!"

Like lightning the three men were standing up, and their cocks were standingup too, standing erect and at attention, ready willing and able for more action. Craig had left Sally and was bearing down on Honey with a lecherous look in his eye, while Bubba had drawn a bead on Juanita and Derek was going after the seductive Sally. In a moment the three men were with their new sparring partners and were ready for Round Two of the Fuck Olympics.

All six participants were highly skilled and experienced in the fine art of fucking, and they set down to work very quickly. The men's gigantic cocks had shrunk slightly from the triple climax of a moment ago, but already they were getting big and hard again.

And as they could feel their organs getting bigger, they could also feel the three beautiful cunts getting tighter and tighter around their organs, squeezing them in a death grip. And the tighter the cunts were, the better it felt, and the better it felt, the bigger the cocks got, and the bigger the cocks got the tighter the cunts got.

And then all three men were letting loose a triple-barreled powerful barrage of cock juice. Their dongers jerked up and down within the warm female flesh as seeming gallons of hot white sex-sauce gushered out with irresistible force.

"Oh, brother!" roared Craig. "Oh, mother!" shouted Bubba. "Oh, my papa!" yelled an Italian who happened to be passing through the room. The three men creamed and creamed again, but they still weren't tired out. In a moment they were out of bed and on their feet again, switching beds and bedmates once again. They would never be tired of this. Now Bubba had Sally, Derek had Honey and Craig was happy to get Juanita. The three girls didn't care who was on top of them, just so long as he had a big cock and knew exactly what to do with it. And all three men fulfilled those requirements.

By now the men were so excited that it didn't take long for the next climax, and they all creamed in unison. And at the exact same moment as they came, so did the three girls, and there is nothing in the world so exciting as a fuck when the boy and the girl both get it on at the same instant.

And this was a triple treat.

And as the three men shot their simultaneous wads of hot white sex-sauce they could feel a triple barrage of vagina-juice coming up to meet them. The streams of hot liquid rushed towards each other, met and interlocked. But in all three cases it was the man's ejaculation that was the stronger, and each of the three women felt the deliciously delightful sensation of having her own love-juice forced back down into her body, and that was a sensation so satisfying that they creamed all the more.

Finally it was done, all done, all of it. The three men watched their satiated organs dwindle to more human proportions, and crawl back into their pants for use at another time. For there would always be another fuck. But not now. Later. Later, when they would be better able to appreciate it.

"Bubba, " Craig groaned at his black friend as he closed his fly, "it's a pleasure doin' business with you."