Chapter 2
Barbie was getting it both ways from a male and a female.
There was Barbie, Caroline, and Steve. The threesome was in the back of Steve's van. It was a panel van, sealed off from the outside world.
Steve went to the high school. He was a senior, going to attend the state college next fall. He was handsome, athletic, a young stud.
The van floor was covered with a foam rubber mat, which was covered by a plush fluffy carpet. Cushions and pillows were scattered all around.
A black curtain partitioned off the back of the van from the cab. The trio was in the back, sprawled and writhing on the floor.
It was night and the van was parked on a deserted side street next to a park, where cars and pedestrians were few and far between.
There were no windows in the van to give outsiders a view of what was going on inside. It was a wild scene of writhing teen lust.
Barbie knelt in the center of the floor, where she was the center of attention. She was naked and on her knees, with her head lowered.
Caroline sat with her back propped up by cushions, slumping against the wall. She wore a loose red blouse with a low neckline and full flowing sleeves.
She was naked from the waist down, her faded jeans heaped to one side. The red blouse was rolled up past the tops of her breasts.
Barbie's face was pressed against Caroline's crotch. Caroline's long lean legs were bent at the knee, and stretched open to the sides.
Steve crouched behind Barbie on his hands and knees. He had long dark hair neatly styled and groomed, handsome features, broad shoulders and well defined muscles.
He wore a tight T-shirt which showed the finely developed pectorals and the flat abdomen of his lean torso. His jeans were open and pulled down.
His jeans were down around his knees, along with his shorts. His penis was stiffly erect, jutting from his hips, its swollen red head bobbing.
There was a thin patch of dark sleek hair on his chest. His pubic bush was rich and full and dark, framing his stiff cock and tight, swollen balls.
Barbie knelt so that her head was lowered down to Caroline's crotch, and her rounded bottom was raised high, the most elevated part of her body.
Clinging to one of her slender ankles was her pink satin panties, which had not quite completely fallen off when she pulled them down.
Barbie pressed one palm down on the van floor for support. Her other hand reached behind her, groping for Steve's flesh.
Her soft hand brushed the flexing bands of muscle on his tensed thigh. She moved her hand over, so that it reached back between his legs.
He moaned when she felt his cock. His mouth was pressed against her pussy, kissing and licking it, working his tongue over it.
Barbie's pussy lips glowed pinkish-red from the warmth of the stimulation they had already received. They were wet inside and out.
His saliva wet the labia on the outside. Her own natural juices, oozing from the pores of her pussy, wet her from the inside.
Steve's face was wet and dripping with his saliva and her juices.
Barbie's probing fingers touched the head of Steve's cock. She reached farther back and wrapped her fingers around his throbbing shaft.
It throbbed even harder when she took hold of it, squeezing it gently. A single drop of come oozed from the tip of the bobbing erection.
Caroline slumped in the cushions. Her weight was mostly on her upper back and shoulders, so she could rock and roll her hips in response to Barbie's thrusting tongue.
Barbie licked and lapped, her pink pointed tongue gliding back and forth over the pussy lips. Caroline oohed and aahed, her eyes closed, the lids fluttering.
Barbie pulled and kneaded Steve's cock. It trembled at her touch. He slid his tongue up her slit and pressed her clitoris with it.
Barbie moaned. The stiff nipples of her lush dangling breasts throbbed harder.
Steve was Barbie's boyfriend ... she had more than one, but he was just about the best, so she saw him more frequently than the others.
He had come over to Caroline's house after school. It was time for all of them to be going, since Caroline's parents would soon return home from work.
Barbie called her house, where the cleaning woman informed her that her mother would not be home for dinner tonight.
That suited Barbie fine. Real tension existed between her and her mother, and the girl welcomed any chance to postpone another confrontation.
Her mother had certainly been acting strangely in the last few weeks, ever since she had taken up with that strange woman, Maria.
Barbie had met Maria once. She found the buxom brunette somewhat sinister. She was sure that Maria wanted to make love to her.
Barbie had wondered if Maria was her mother's lover, but had rejected the idea as un likely. Felicia was always so cool and clean and put-together, a lady at all times, that Barbie couldn't conceive of her writhing in lesbian passion.
No, it was more likely that Maria was merely another human trophy, one more exotic personality for Felicia to cultivate, like the sculptor had been six months ago, and the Chicane militant had been a year ago, and the blind pianist had been two years ago.
All of which showed how little Barbie understood of Felicia's true nature.
There hadn't been any place for the teens to go, since she didn't know when her father would come home from work. But they didn't need a place.
They had a place the van. Steve parked on this street, killed the engine and lights, and climbed into the back along with the girls.
Caroline basically didn't like to make it with males. She liked to watch Barbie being fucked, and to be watched making love to Barbie.
Steve would make love to Barbie, but not touch Caroline. That was the arrangement. Caroline and Steve both would make love to Barbie.
Steve was too hot and excited to restrain himself any more. His cock was a burning red rod squeezed by Barbie's hand as she caressed him.
When her fingertips brushed his swollen balls, he knew he would soon come. He would do it inside her pussy, not out here in her hand.
He straightened up, the juices and saliva wet and sticky on his face. It was dim in the van, the only light what little that leaked through the front curtains.
He gently took her hand off his cock. He caressed her smooth warm thighs. She moved her knees wider apart, opening herself to him.
Saliva oozed through his fingers as they gripped his cock. He moved forward on his knees, guiding his cock to her pussy.
He rubbed the cock head up and down her slit, massaging it against the labia. Barbie oohed and aahed, and wiggled her backside in response.
He placed the cock head in the opening of her pussy. lips and pushed it in. His face squeezed up and he moaned from the pure pleasure of insertion.
When his cock head was inside her, he leaned into her. His athletic body was hard and tense, his buttocks were clenched, as he pushed his cock into her.
His member stretched her membranes, forcing them to make room. He hold on to her warm smooth hips as he penetrated her, thrusting deeply.
Barbie's eyelids fluttered. Her mouth was open, the smooth wet lips pressing the intricate folds of Caroline's long, thin-lipped pussy.
Barbie pulled her head up, rubbing her tongue along the labia. She dipped her tongue tip below the sheltering fleshy lips, probing for the clitoris.
Steve clutched her hips and thrust. His cock was a hard hot rod pumping back and forth, in and out of her pussy.
When he thrust into her, his hips slapped her buttocks, making them ripple and quiver. His swollen balls slapped her crotch.
He reached under her, his eager hands fumbling against her breasts, pressing them together, the fingers sinking deep into the soft bosom flesh.
He rubbed her stiff nipples, pinched them gently between his thumb and index fingers. He stroked the soft jiggling breast flesh.
Caroline fondled Barbie. She played with her hair, and rubbed the younger girl's smooth shoulders and warm wet face.
Caroline kept on caressing Barbie with one hand. She used her other hand to touch and tease her own breasts, which were so high and firm and pert.
Steve rocked his rod into Barbie. His thrusting motion made the entire van shake slightly on its suspension and shocks.
Steve gasped for breath, his chest swelling as though he was racing for the finish line at a track meet, his cock thrusting over her silky wet pussy.
He jammed his cock in deep and kept it there. He cried out as come shot from his cock head. Barbie's pussy clenched his sputing cock.
Barbie gasped for breath. She pressed her smooth puckered lips against Caroline's pussy, against the fleshy button of the clitoris.
Barbie shivered and gasped, shaking just this side of orgasm. Steve, moaning, reached under her and rapidly rubbed his fingertips on her clitoris.
That was what was needed to send her over the edge into orgasm.
In another part of town, William Granger was also taking advantage of his wife's absence for dinner to step out and have himself some fun.
He was with Lewis and Jack. He had changed from his suit and tie to more practical clothes, suited for tonight's enterprise.
He wore a black sweater, a navy nylon windbreaker jacket, old dark slacks. Jack and Lewis were similarly dressed.
The three of them were in Jack's car. Jack drove. Lewis sat on the passenger side of the front seat, and Granger sat in the back with the girl.
The girl couldn't be seen from the outside. She wasn't on the seat. She lay on the floor, her hands tied behind her back, a gag jammed in her mouth.
An old Army blanket covered her from head to toe, but her sneakered feet could be seen under a fold of fabric, and her whimpering could be heard.
Inside the head of William Granger, Bill said gleefully, "Now this is more like it!" Granger had to agree. This was a wild thrill.
Jack and Lewis were two drinking buddies of his. They were like Granger, upper middle class suburbanites, executives, married me.
They wanted something more. It was hard to say how it started, but the three of them together had created something new and terrifyingly exciting.
By themselves, they were three law-abiding citizens, whose greatest offense against society was that they padded their expense accounts or laid their secretaries.
But together they were headed for the outer limits. like tonight.
The girl was named Betty. She was in her middle teens. Jack was the one who had tagged her, seeing her as the likely subject for an evening's diversion.
When the trio first started, they thought it was wild to skip the drinking and fuck young whores, hot wanton teen with hotter bodies and tight pussies.
It got wilder. Soon it wasn't exciting enough to fuck the whores. The three men devised variations to stimulate their appetites.
They would take two whores at a time, and watch them make lesbian love. Or all three of them would screw one whore in every whole she had.
It was Granger who really started them on the road to crime. Well, it wasn't actually Granger, it was Bill, that cunning devil inside his skull that only he could hear.
It happened one night. The trio was in a seedy hotel room downtown with a sixteen year old hooker named Doreen.
She was a tall thin girl with small tits and bleached blonde hair. She acted hard, but that was only a pose to hide her insecurity.
She was new to the game. She had only started. She had to be careful not to work the territory the bars and lounges where girls like her sold themselves to men like William Granger, Jack, and Lewis.
Doreen had to avoid the other hookers who were already working the area. They would lean hard on an unaffiliated new competitor.
She was trying to make it without a pimp, which is also difficult for a newcomer, a stranger in town who's not aware of the local scene.
Her common sense should have told her to avoid taking on three men. But even though Granger, Jack, and Lewis were dressed casually, she had them figured for straight Johns, married men, the kind who wouldn't give her trouble.
The hotel was seedy. The trio went up by the stairs and met her at the room. The halls stank and plaster flaked off onto the frayed carpet.
The room was simple. It had a bed, and a small attached bathroom. There was a tear in the manila shade pulled down over the narrow window.
Doreen was long and lean. She had a thin bony face with high cheekbones, deep-set eyes, and a thin-lipped mouth painted red with lipstick.
Her bleached blonde hair was dark at the roots. She took off her dress. She wore no bra. Her breasts were small, little bumps of flesh with thin hard nipples.
She wore panties and knee-high black vinyl boots with high heels. The men had paid her the money in advance for the three of them.
Doreen was a chiseler, as the .trio soon found out.
Before the action started, she told them her dos and don'ts in a bored dull voice.
She maintained that the price she had been paid only went for a straight fuck, that is, for penetration of her pussy.
If the Johns wanted anything else, such as French or Greek, they would have to pay extra a fact she had neglected to tell them back in the bar.
Granger had stood around, feeling frustrated. Doreen's flat monotone irritated him out of all proportion. His skin crawled.
He let Lewis and Jack argue with her while he concentrated on the rage rising inside him. It blossomed like a fire storm.
He looked at Doreen. She sat on the bed's edge, her legs crossed, her thighs covering her precious little pussy while she argued about the price.
Her nipples were dark, almost brown. Her breasts were small. Granger realized that she was chewing gum. He shook his head.
Jack and Lewis had decided to make the best of a bad bargain. Jack was a short, compact middle aged man with a basset hound face and short black hair.
Lewis was older, almost fifty, with a full head of a gray hair and a long face with shrewd eyes and thin, tightly compressed lips.
Lewis went first. Doreen stood up, still chewing gum. She hooked her thumbs in her black panties and pulled them down off her hips.
She was skinny just a skinny little teenager with small tits, Granger thought to himself. Why, she would look like a boy compared to luscious Barbie.
Lewis took down his pants. He didn't even bother to step out of them. He stripped off his shirt, but he kept his shoes and socks on, with his pants and shorts hanging down around his ankles.
An incredibly ancient brown plastic radio sat on the shelf. Restless, hardly expecting it to work, Granger snapped it on.
After a moment of warming up, it did come on. He flipped the dial until he found a station which played music rock and roll, that was the ticket.
Doreen sat up on the bed. She still wore her boots. She reached between Lewis' legs and took hold of his cock, pulling and squeezing it.
She kneaded the penis like it was taffy. It was only semi-erect, and hardly even hard. It failed to stiffen in her clumsy hand.
Doreen said, "Uh, hey, guys, I don't want to be a spoilsport, but the meter is running, you know? I can't wait around all night waiting for you to get a hard-on."
Lewis, disgusted, argued with her. Rage built inside Granger.
Bill came alive in his head. Bill was stronger than ever, feeding on the rage. Granger could feel his power. It frightened him, but excited him.
His pulse hammered in his head. He could hardly hear the argument, make out the words that is, but Doreen's whining tones grated his nerves like sandpaper.
"Look at the little bitch!" Bill said in amazement. "Just who the fuck does she think that she is, the snotty little whore?! "
Bill slyly whispered to Granger, telling him to take a good look at Doreen.
What did he see? Why, she was only a skinny kid. She was terrible at her job, and her body was none too fantastic either.
She was lean, and had good long legs, and a fine rounded ass, and her pussy most probably would be nice, hot tight. But that was it.
It was her attitude that ruined it. Look at her, a skinny, wet-behind-the-ears teenager bossing around a bunch of grown men!
Granger mentally admitted that it really burned him up. Aggrieved, Bill demanded to know why Granger took this kind of nonsense from a punk kid.
Granger didn't like to take it, but what could he do? It was getting late, too late to drop Marie and find another, more congenial young lady.
Bill told him, "I'll tell you exactly what to do. Leave everything to me."
Granger liked Bill's plan. His stomach churned with excitement, and his cock pulsed, hammering heavily as it stiffened to a thick erection.
Granger felt disassociated, like he was standing outside of himself, watching his actions the way he would watch a movie or TV show.
He walked to the bed. On the mattress lay the crumpled ten-dollar bill which Lewis had contemptuously tossed at Doreen, the price of a blowjob.
He held his limp cock. She got on her hands and knees on the mattress, swinging her lean body around so that she faced his cock.
Granger brushed past Lewis. "What the-" Lewis said as Granger pushed by him Doreen frowned, not quite sure what was happening.
Granger backhanded her across the face, a sudden shocking blow which cracked loudly in the small room. Doreen rocked from the impact.
Her head spun, she cried out. Granger didn't give her a minute's rest, a second's pause. He was right on top of her, all over her.
Or Bill was. Granger just kind of let Bill take over. After all, William Granger was a peaceful man he couldn't brutalize a young whore.
But Bill could.
Granger took hold of Boreen's bleached hair, grabbing a fistful, pulling it by the roots.
He threw Doreen back against the headboard. She was stunned. A dark red imprint on her cheek showed where Granger's sizzling backhand struck her.
She raised her hand to her lips. They were puffy, smashed. A purple bruise showed on her now deathly pale face. She touched her fingers to her lips.
She saw her own blood, which dribbled in a thin trickle from the corner of her mouth. "Why, you lousy cocksucker-"
Granger threw her on her back and covered her face with a pillow. Her shrieks were muffled as he pressed it down hard.
He climbed on top of her, straddling her. Her hands frantically tore at him. He grabbed her wrists and squeezed them together.
His own strength surprised him, but then he realized that he had the strength of two, himself and Bill--Bill, the mastermind.
Granger held both wrists in one hand, while he pressed the pillow down with the other. He sat on her tummy, crushing the breath out of her.
His thighs pressed her flanks. Now this was exciting. His cock bulged in the crotch of his pants. Doreen's long legs kicked wildly.
Jack grabbed his shoulder. "Jesus, have you gone crazy-"
"Crazy like a fox," Granger hissed through clenched teeth. "I'll show you how to handle this little cunt! One of you turn up the radio!"
Jack and Lewis exchanged glances. "Do it!" Granger said. "You're both already in deep-there's no turning back now!"
"You Christ! You're not going to to kill her are you?! "
"No but I'm going to teach her a lesson she'll never forget!"
Lewis shrugged. He started for the radio, but Jack beat him to it. "I sure as hell hope you know what you're doing!" He turned the volume up.
Granger told Lewis to hand him Doreen's panties, and to tear her blouse into thin strips which could be used to tie her.
He took the panties. They were black with a white cotton crotch which was soiled with faint brown smears. Savagely he balled it up.
He lifted the pillow. Doreen's face was so red that it was almost purple. Her eyes bulged. She was terrified.
"Please don't kill me, mister!"
Granger grinned as he stuffed the gag into her mouth, jamming her own panties past her lips, muffling her screams.
He gripped her face, digging his fingers into her flesh as he squeezed. "Relax, unless you want to choke to death on your own panties!"
Lewis and Jack had gotten over their initial startlement. They had the taint, the cruel streak, the same as William Granger.
Doreen was flipped over on her belly. Her shredded blouse served as the bonds to tie her hands together. Lewis wanted to tie them behind her back.
"No," Granger said, "no, I have a better idea!"
It was Bill's idea, actually, but he didn't even try to tell them about Bill. Why, they might think that he was crazy!
He told them only to tie Doreen's hands in front of her, then to use another strip of cloth to bind her bound hands to the brass bed stand.
As they tied her, Lewis and Jack inflicted little cruelties on Doreen but it was only the beginning of the fun.