Chapter 11
Come-Uppance
"My, my, my," Cena clucked, hopping off the desk. "What have we here?"
She strode over to the kneeling girl and lifted her head by the hair. Marylou's face was covered with congealing cuntstuff. Her eyes were wild with her need to climax. She lashed her tongue around and around her mouth, drooling copiously.
"Hungry, baby?" Cena asked, waving her puffy, slit before the agitated child's nose.
The girl responded instantly, like a bull to red fabric. Only this time, the fabric was more pink than red and still sopping from my slobber. She scrambled forward on her knees, mouth open, tongue waggling, and thrust her face into Cena's moist pussy.
"Ooooh, baby," Cena moaned as the girl gobbled her folds, murmured sweet nothings into her hole. The big blonde lifted her leather clad leg, setting the spiked heel of her boot against the slurping girl's spine, giving the little cunt-lapper all the pussy she could ask for. Cena's hips began flipping spasmodically, a quivering greeting to the tongue that scared up her snatch. "Ummmmmmmmmm," she hummed. "Go to town, baby. Eat my pussy! Ooooh, you're getting it ALL, now. We've got ourselves a budding little dyke here girls," Cena laughed, sliding the stiletto heel up and down the girl's smooth back, digging a the shiny boot just out of Marylou's reach. "Little girl gotta bad itch?" the big blonde asked.
Marylou made unintelligible gargles, lurching at the sleek pair of heels.
"You forgot the soles," Cena reminded her, raising up a boot. "I stepped in some nasty dog poop earlier ... We can't have something like that on my beautiful shoes..."
Her debased chatter only excited the poor creature further. Marylou slurped the scuffed soles of Cena's boots, missing nothing in her search for humiliation. When she was finished, she thrust the spike heel down her throat and sucked it like a cock, sliding her lips up and down the slick leather.
"Enough of that!! " Cena cried, kicking the sniveling girl off her foot. "I've something else for you to clean, dear..."
The blonde bent over at the waist, reached behind and gripped her full buttocks, spreading them, exposing a tight rosebud of an ass-hole. "Come and get it, baby," she said, waggling her ass.
Marylou scrambled across the floor on her knees, eyes glazed, cunt spewing slick stuff down the inside of her thighs. Cena stayed two steps ahead of the teenager, letting her get close enough for a sniff, but nothing more. The lovely woman hopped about the room, holding her cheeks wide apart, while the trussed girl clumsily followed, her mouth agape.
"Aw, let her have some..."Wanda said.
"Yeah, give her a little taste," Twinky agreed.
Cena seemed to think the time was right, for she stopped and stooped, grabbing hold of her ankles and thrusting her pouting ass-hole into the come-crazed girl's face.
Cena only allowed Marylou one long suck and a few deep tongue thrusts. Then she pushed the weeping child away.
"Let her come, you goddam maggots!! ! " I shouted, twisting at my bonds.
"Ooh, listen to the MAN..."Twinky said, shaking her limp hand at the wrist. "The Master speaks!"
Cena strutted over to me. "Wanda, get this ass sucker off me," she said.
Marylou had crawled behind Cena's magnificent buns and was just resuming her nursing position, when Wanda gripped her ponytail and hauled her off.
"Sit on it until we're ready for it!" Cena ordered.
Wanda promptly dumped all her weight on the girl's back, flattening her to the floor and making the air whooosh from her lungs.
"You still think you're pretty hot shit, don't you, Mr. Grue?" Cena snapped.
Her tongue-fucked cunt drizzled inches from my face and her mammoth tits shadowed my vision. I could smell the strange sharp odor of saliva washed leather.
"We'll just see about that," she said. "Help me, Twinky."
The two deviants wrestled me to my feet and back onto a straight-backed chair.
"Tie his arms to the chair," Cena ordered, starting to kneel in front of me. Then she read my mind and jumped back.
And instant longer and I would've caved her pretty face in.
She picked the automatic up off the desk. "No kicking, Mr. Grue." She shoved the gun into my temple while the other lesbo bound my ankles to the legs of the chair. "Much better," she said. "Now let's see some meat!! "
With that she ripped open the fly of my pants and hauled them and my shorts down my thighs. She stopped, puffing, when my clothes hung uselessly about my ankles.
If she expected to see a hard pud spring out of my shorts, she was disappointed. My cock hung limp and shriveled on top of my flaccid balls.
"Well, what have we here?" she giggled, nudging my dick head with the cold, cold muzzle. "Pretty sad shape for a he-man, don't you think, Twinky?"
"Not much bigger than my clit," Twinky laughed.
"Shall we get it pumped up? Make it real hard?" Cena asked.
"Might be fun to give it a try," the dyke agreed.
"Such HAIR-EEE thighs!" Cena said, stroking the fuzz on top of my legs.
Her fingers curled and tugged at my hairs expertly, sending waves of feeling surging up thighs to groin and down calves to toes. My muscles and tendons jerked about spasmodically under her touch.
"Look at those legs squirm," Twinky chirped. "Makes a girl go all soft in the pussy..."
"Let's take a little ride..." Cena suggested.
Then the two women straddled my naked thighs and to my simultaneous dismay and delight, squatted down, pressing their hot pussies onto my leg.
"Ooooh, it sure is hot and hairy!" Twinky exclaimed.
The feeling of juicy cunt sliding up and down my legs overwhelmed me. It was sticky wet and boiling hot, and the double pair of mounds moved in unison, rocking forward and back, leaving a slimy trail of goo behind.
"Yaaaaaas!" Cena cried, shifting her hips into high gear.
The smell of tumescent pussy wafted up at me, sent my libido skyrocketing. It was very slippery on my legs all of a sudden. The dual cunts left so much lubricant behind on each knee to mid-thigh slide that my hairs, once pale and golden, were brownish black and plastered to my skin.
The twin mounds got hotter and hotter; cunt lips parted to mouth my legs, to suck my tender skin. They moved like they were on Teflon bearings, zipping up and down, blistering my flesh with excitement.
"Oooooooh-uh-huh-uh-huh-uh-huh," Twinky whimpered, grabbing her bouncing tits and squeezing them as she humped me.
Cena let her tits flounce; hissing through her teeth at the friction between thigh and pussy, she kept her eyes on my pud.
I fought the automatic response to having two hot bitches rub pussy all over me ... that is, instant boner. But as the moist slots smooched my thighs, as they sent wafts of heady odor crashing into my brain, as the silky pairs of butt-cheeks nuzzled my knees, I knew I was fighting a losing battle. Too much funky stink ... too damn crazy a feeling, their thighs clasping mine, locking pussies, mashing pussies into me, goddam masturbating on ME!
"Well, well," Cena said in mock surprise, "Lookee there."
My cock, pulsing and quivering, began its rapid recovery. It literally sprang back to health. Straining and bobbing, it arched up from the matted nest of my pubes and my balls rotated and swelled, drawing up in their chicken skin sack. And how it ached!! It felt like someone had twisted a tourniquet about the thick root. It felt like the bloated cap was a ticking time bomb. God! Suddenly the loose skin was too small to contain it. My cock wanted to expand, to swell beyond the confines of sinew, tendon, vein and tubule. I was afraid it was going to explode.
"Some stud, huh?" Twinky said, reaching out and giving my cockhead a cruel pinch between thumb and forefinger. "Hey! Wow! This Pudnuts is H ... O ... T!! "
Cena's fingers slid up and won the velvety underside of my dick. Flurries of joy rocked my balls.
"Ummmm," she said, making a ring of her fingers and flipping my stiff meat through it with gusto.
A big dollop of pre-come oozed from the grinning slot as she jerked me off. She held me very tight, so tight that my pudcap turned a deep purple. And she whipped my wire so vigorously that the milky gob of spunk went flying. It splattered right on my hairy balls. Sizzling hot it was, but compared to the searing mouth that followed it down, it was merely lukewarm.
Twinky, her nostrils flared, jaws grinding, pressed her tongue to the gooey blob on my balls. Her pebbly tongue rasped, scrubbed up every trace of the spent sperm, and then slipped hungrily over the shifting surfaces of my nuts. She washed my balls with her mouth, sucking each hair, each goosebump.
I writhed on the seat of the chair, tugging at my bonds to no avail. My cock pulsed again, sending another teaspoonful of bubbling man juice rushing up cocktube, gurgling out the slot, oozing down the underside.
The hot stuff ran over Cena's pumping fingers and she ceased her wild manipulation to first sniff, then lick the glistening goo on her fingers. "Ummmmmmmm," she said, gripping my cock in her blazing fist, taking it just under the head, and lowering her head.
She traced the tip of her tongue up and down the slot in my cock head, trying to coax out some more tangy come. When that failed to bring the desired result, when it only made me jerk about like a man in the electric chair, she puffed her lips out in a pout and pushed my cock into her mouth.
The intense heat of her lips and tongue sandbagged me. I watched helplessly as she bobbed her head up and down, forcing my pudcap to pop past her tight lips just to the ridge of the helmet. She did this over and over and every time my dick head popped into her mouth, into the delicious slick hole, I jerked and twitched most violently.
Twinky meanwhile had given up sucking each of my balls individually, and had taken them both into her mouth. She chewed them gently enough, but the feel of sharp teeth on my manhood, on the family jewels, sent quivers of fear rippling up my backbone.
I could see the dyke's face behind the erect stem of my prick. I could see the way my nuts distended her cheeks, the way the crisp pubes protruded from between her lips. I could see the insanity in her eyes as she sucked my orbs in and out of her mouth. And yet, I did not scream out loud. I was afraid that it would send the crazy lesbian into a fit of ball chomping rage ... and that was the last thing in the world I wanted to happen with MY balls in her face.
A snorting and sobbing even louder than the din made by the two dykes caught my attention. I looked over to Wanda, whose hairy muff sat on Marylou's plump buttocks, pinning the girl to the floor. I was Marylou that was doing the snuffling. The sight of Cena and Twinky licking and sucking my stiff prick had sent her over the edge. She ranted and raved, opening and closing her mouth like a fish out of water. She was dying alright, dying for a throatful of hot cock. Her tongue made moist circles on the floor.
Then Twinky released my bag. A rush of cool air made my balls draw up even tighted. They were so swollen and drum-tight in the sack it seemed highly-likely that they'd pop up into my body cavity and never be seen again.
Twinky, groaning and mumbling to herself, wrapped her hot lips about the base of my cock, lashing over flexing tendons with her tongue. She curled her tongue around my shaft and raised the pebbly loop of flesh up, up, up.
As her mouth moved up the outside, a spurt of stringy come moved up the inside. When it flew into Cena's waiting mouth, the big blonde went berserk. She swallowed the spunk greedily, then began twisting and turning her mouth about my cockhead, puffing her lips in and out.
Twinky slipped her tongue up further and then the two women touched lips. I nearly squirted then and there. They jumped as if they'd been given an electric shock, and then, faster than a single beat of my pounding heart, their tongues were lashing around each other, battling for possession of my slick pudcap, sawing over the nerve bundle, sucking and sucking and sucking. My hips flipped up from the chair seat as Cena and Twinky's mouths looked on each other, clamping my cock head between them. For a second I thought the top of my skull was going to blow off from the mind-boggling libidinal pressure.
Then the two lesbos let my dick slip from their sucking faces, their darting tongues. I sat there trembling as they french kissed just above the pulsing, oozing head of my prick.
"JEEEEZ!" the word exploded from between my clenched teeth. I was so damn close to coming, another touch however gentle and fleeting would've sent my ass-hole into terminal spasm and the geyser of joy spurting high in the air.
Cena stopped sucking Twinky's tongue. They both looked at me as if I were a particularly loathsome type of insect.
"Oh, yes, Mr. Grue. How rude of us!" Cena said with mock concern. "We've forgotten all about our masculine friend."
"He wants to come, too, I'll bet," Twinky said.
"Well, Wanda, what do you think?" Cena asked.
Wanda shifted her pussy over the teenager's silky domes.
"Why not?" the dyke said, grinning.
"Bring the girl over here," Cena ordered.
Wanda dragged Marylou to her feet. The child was transfixed by the glistening shaft of my cock. Around and around her tongue lashed, drool ran from her parted lips. She had clearly gone over the brink.
"How'd you like this very hot teenager to finish the job?" Cena asked, her voice full of malice.
"Uhh . . uhhh," I groaned, dick flopping about on my stomach.
"The MAN wants his dick sucked, Marylou. How about it? Are you ready for some hot sperm?" Cena teased the wild-eyed girl.
Marylou struggled against the strong hands that held her back, trying to throw her open mouth on my cock.
"As long as you're both willing....." Cena said, shrugging her shoulders, making her big tits sway. "Make the slut kneel, Wanda!"
Wanda forced the slobbering girl to the floor in front of me, holding her head back by the hair.
"Let her go," Cena commanded.
Marylou's hot mouth engulfed my cockhead and without pause for breath, she stuffed the entire greasy shaft down her throat. Mindless of her own pain, she rocked back and forth on her knees, forcing my dick to slide in and out between her tightly stretched lips and down her slick throat.
My balls vibrated with the pleasure her lips, tongue, throat gave me. She ate dick like a wild thing, long streamers of her slobber flying out from between shaft and lips every time her lips ascended to the tip of my cock.
I was so utterly absorbed by the hot action, the spine-snapping nut joy that surged through my body , that I failed to notice the movements of the three lesbos.
Cena's voice snapped me out of my blow job reverie like a bucket of freezing water in the face:
"When you come, you die, Mr. Grue."
I felt the stinging rasp of steel against my throat. I could see Wanda's hand below my neck and the hilt of the long filleting knife clutched in it.
The room echoed with the laughter of lesbians.
"MARYLOU!! ! " I hollered. "STOP!! FOR GODSAKES!! "
But the suck mad little bitch couldn't hear me. She was deep in a fuck frenzy. She was imagining that the thick prick doing such a number on her lips and throat was actually penetrating her from an entirely different angle, in an entirely different orifice. She whimpered feebly every time my balls bumped her sloppy chin, as if the crisp hairs and goosebump skin were grinding into her clit of ass-hole.
And she was doing a number on my cock, too. A super suck-off. Her whole throat seemed to convulse about my shaft, a rippling rhythm of spasm that milked my tumescent cock from the base outward, drawing the dribbling flow of pre-come deep in her throat.
I clamped my eyes shut so as not to see her pert face distorted by fuck need and prick girth; her baby lips gobbling my hard cock like they were made for the purpose. But I could not close my ears to her nasal grunts and groans. I could not make the fiery tube stop slipping down over my cock, stop the explosions of joy that racked my dick, my balls, my whole being.
The knife scraped and I felt my skin part under it like hard-boiled egg. I clamped my ass-cheeks together, fighting desperately to stem the rising tide of my orgasm.
Ride it out, I screamed to myself, skull rattling from the frustration. Ride it out, don't let it sweep ... sweep...
"N-N-NOOOOOOOOOO!! ! ! " I wailed as my ass-hole spasmed, as balls let fly, as prick unleashed the hot volley of come. I writhed in the grip of orgasm, determined once it had begun to go out with a bang.
The trembling teenager, at the first tell-tale convulsion of cock between her lips, went into double-time. Her lips dove over my dick at a dizzying rate. And when the first gob of sizzling spunk hit her taste buds, she began whinnying and whining through her nose.
"KILL HIM!! ! ! "Cena shouted.
But even as the sharp rasping pressure of Wanda's knife increased, even as my hips pumped, sending splooie surging into Marylou's swallowing throat, even as the girl's whining was cut short by gobs of ropy jissom that backed up in her gullet and flew out her flared nostrils in milky streamers, the library doors burst open.
"KILL HIM!! ! ! ! " Cena screamed, diving for the .45.
"Hold it, lady!" Detective Ramon said, holding his service revolver in a double-handed grip and sighting in on the lovely woman's right tit. "You, too!! ! "
Wanda stopped sawing under my chin with the filleting knife. A rush of something hot and wet slid down my neck as the blade came away.
"Christ!! ! " the skinny cop swore, unable to decide which was more important ... dragging the cock-sucking, come-choking teener off my prick, or stopping the heavy flow of blood that was spurting from my neck.
Lucky for me, he couldn't stand the sight of blood.
The cops got more than an eyeful of the three foxy lesbos. As they were taking their own sweet time about putting the cuffs on Cena, she demanded, "How did you find out? How?"
Detective Ramon, smug as shit, said, "That's what we get paid for, baby. Get these ladies downtown."
"Shee-it!" I exclaimed, unable to resist the impulse to shoot down the two-bit gumshoe. "What he means is that he let me do all the brain and leg work! And when I got it all together, he followed me in for the kill!"
"Hey, officer!" Ramon shouted. "Be very careful holding down Mr. Grue's pressure point there. He's a very important and helpful fellow and we wouldn't want him to bleed to death on the way to the hospital."
I took the hint and shut up. I kept quiet even when the Central Precinct big shot walked over and stuck his ugly mug in my face.
"Don't be too hurt if I outsmarted you, Big Bad Bascom," he smirked. "It had to happen sometime. Besides, think of the public service you've done by giving the police department the trio who committed four murders..."
I didn't say a thing.