Chapter 12
The next few hours were never to be forgotten by Frank Delasandro. It took some time before he calmed down; years, in fact. But, when an old man, he was able to look back on the evening and the two women with the kind of amusement that only time and wisdom can give you.
They were everything he had expected, everything that he had dared hope for. He, Frank Delasandro, was an obvious lady-killer and knew how to handle women like them. They both stripped before his astounded eyes. Close up, in the same room, they were magnificent. Their bodies were more exciting than from outside standing on a stepladder. They obeyed his every wish, they stripped when he told them to and they fell laughing on the bed, on either side of him, naked, eager, the nipples on their breasts poised and passionate.
They stripped him slowly, caressing his body and kissing him all over. They were brazen, wanton, their hands all over him; on his cock, his asshole, his stomach, his buttocks, his legs. And, as he watched, their mouths followed their hands, soft and wet. His head fell back and he moaned with delight as the two of them licked and sucked his cock. They fought for the opportunity to suck and stroke his prick and it was too much for him. He had his first orgasm almost immediately, Anne greedily swallowing his cum.
His orgasm only seemed to excite the women more, and they writhed on either side of him and on top of him, soon nursing him back erect. While he groaned with delight, Anne straddled him with her big blonde body and his cock sunk into the warm confines of her cunt as she squatted over him and began pumping up and down, He moaned again when Donna moved in and began kissing the nipples of Anne's big breasts, biting and sucking on them. Again, it was too much for Frank and he came, shooting his load into Anne's cunt.
It was Donna who urged and nursed his cock alive again, turning him over on his stomach and spreading his buttocks while she bent her head and the wet tip of her tongue flicked back and forth over his anus and Frank groaned again, feeling his penis swelling against the water bed beneath him. Donna hauled him over and he was on top of the little brunette with the firmly compact tits and his cock was in her cunt and he was fucking her for all she was worth. He was going to show her what a real man was like.
Donna seemed equal to the task and while Anne lay beside them and toyed with her cunt, watching, Frank settled down to a cold-blooded fuck. Donna Blocker seemed in the same mood, wrapping her little arms and legs around Frank and pumping, bucking, undulating back. Frank found he couldn't have gotten away from her if he'd wanted to. He fucked with all his might, determined to do her in. Donna lasted until he was panting with all his might and his heart was crashing against his rib cage. He thought he was going to pass out when he came again, the sperm shooting into her cunt and he flopped, gasping, exhausted on top of her while she begged, "Oh, no! More, more!"
He rolled off her and lay with his chest heaving like a bellows. He looked like a fish out of water with his mouth hanging open.
He felt drowsy and closed his eyes for a moment to open them with a start. He had fallen asleep. He saw the two women performing sixty-nine, licking each other's cunts with that Blocker woman on top, grinding her ass down on Anne's face while Anne thrust her magnificent hips upward, spread wide open.
It was too much for Frank. Despite his fatigue and the pain of his well-used penis, he felt it growing erect again. It was just too much to watch without getting horny. "Jesus Christ!" he said as the women parted and Donna helped him crawl on top of Anne, saying, "Let me see you fuck her. Fuck her good. Fuck her like you fucked me!" The words, coming from her mouth, urging him to fuck another woman, was too much for Frank. He began fucking with a desperation energy, feeling he knew how the Kamikaze pilots felt. He fucked with all his waning might while Anne writhed underneath him and he felt her big breasts ballooning against his chest. "Fuck her, that's it!" Donna said, stroking his buttocks as he pounded away, her finger finding his exposed, puckered anus. With a cry of real pain, Frank came again.
Donna helped him off Anne and he collapsed on the bed, not caring, lying with the rocking motion of the water underneath and falling into a deep exhausted sleep.
He awoke with red-rimmed bleary eyes to lift his head and look down the length of his thin tanned torso and see the two women kneeling on either side of him, crouched. Anne had his erect cock trapped between the vast softness of her breasts and Donna was sucking the head. His cock throbbed painfully yet he couldn't stop them. "Jesus Christ!" he said hoarsely.
He was too weak to do much more. He simply lay, moaning, until he came again, weakly, painfully, spurting a little cum into Donna's mouth. The women took turns sucking on his flagging cock until he passed out.
They wouldn't let him sleep, they were shaking him, rousing him, handing him some water and some pills. Groggy, unthinking, he took them.
In five minutes, he couldn't sleep. His eyes were like doorknobs and he felt like talking a mile a minute. Whatever they gave him, he couldn't sleep. "Would you look at that? Jesus Christ, look at that would you?" He kept saying it over and over as he watched the two women smear some kind of oil all over his body. Their bodies were already covered and they glistened in the light. It was too much and he gasped in pain as he felt his cock hardening once more and the two women, like barracuda, fell on it, sucking and licking.
Slipping, sliding, falling off, slippery with oil, he fucked both of them and came once more, crying out in pain as he did so.
All he wanted to do was rest, but they wouldn't let him. They were all that he wanted and more. They were obscene now, making love to each other while he watched, his eyes wide open, and talked. Sleep was gone and they were as wild as any wish he might have. And more. They did everything he asked and even anticipated his desires, dreaming up things he had never thought of. Donna urged him to fuck Anne while she spread his buttocks wide apart and her tongue darted over his asshole. Anne lay on her back while Donna squatted with her cunt over Anne's face, her buttocks exposed to Frank. Anne directed his prick into Donna's cunt and watched with an open mouth while he fucked for all he was worth. Whenever he stopped or failed, Anne would take his prick and suck it hard again then guide it back into Donna's cunt and lick his balls while he fucked.
Again, doubling over, gasping, crying out in pain, he had an orgasm with a little dribbling out.
The girls did everything he asked but one thing: they would not let him rest. They were voracious. He would fall asleep only to wake with one of them sucking his prick and he would moan and they would be off again.
Finally, Frank was having orgasms like a work-horse with the dry heaves. He had nothing left and his genital flesh was red raw and hurting. "Hey, whattaya want from me? Lay off, for Christ sake!" he said hoarse, his eyes bloodshot, his head lolling about.
But they would not. Their nakedly lewd bodies were all over him, teasing, urging, by word and deed, to nurse his cock back up. Always, despite himself, they succeeded and he would be fucking or sucking again.
Finally, his voice nothing more than a rattle, seeming unable to sweat anymore, panting, he said, "Enough. Jesus, have a heart!" And he meant it. He was about to pass out.
Anne, big, glistening, curvaceous, lewd, brazen, pretended to pout and said, "But you haven't fucked me where I want it, where I love it."
Frank managed to raise his head an inch off the bed. His bleary eyes focussed on her. "Where?"
Anne spun away from him, turning her naked buttocks toward his face while her fingers slipped and slid as she parted her oily cheeks and said, "Here. Fuck me!"
Frank saw her tight anus and his head fell back and he moaned as he felt the tortured flesh of his cock beginning to grow hard again. "JESUS CHRIST!"
"Me next!" Donna cried.
It was about two o'clock in the morning when the phone rang in room 735 of the Holiday Inn in Hicksville. Phil Blocker took the cigar from his mouth and put down his cards, looking at Jim Coleman. "I wonder who that could be?"
Jim picked up the glasses. "Let me get another drink while you answer."
"Hello?"
"Hi, honey." It was Donna. "Honey, everything is fine. Except Frank. He wants to talk to you."
"Oh?"
"Yeah, just a minute."
Phil heard someone panting into the phone and a voice, high-pitched, weak, near hysteria, said, "Help! Stop them, whatta they want from me. Hey, lady, please don't do that! Please!" The voice was near tears.
Phil grinned into the phone. "I thought this was what you wanted, Frank. Frank? You there?"
A wail of pain came over the phone. "I give up, I give up, I don't want no more!"
"Frank, where are the pictures and the negatives? Frank, where are they?"
"In the truck, in the bottom of my tool box!" His voice was wild, like a man near insanity.
"Okay. That's a nice fellow. Everybody gets what they want. And more. Frank, we'll drive back now and look for those pictures. When we've found them, when we're sure we got them all, then we'll tell the girls to stop."
"What?" Frank screeched across the wires. "You crazy? Hey, you gotta stop them now. NOW! HEY, YOU HEAR ME? NOW!! HEY, LADY, MY GOD, PLEASE DON'T DO THAT, NAW, AH, NAW!!"
Phil Blocker hung up and put his hands behind his neck and chuckled. Jim Coleman looked at him and grinned. "Worked, huh?"
"Sure. Like a charm."
"We'd better get back before the girls eat him alive."
"No hurry." Phil leaned back in his chair.
"You know, I've been thinking."
"What?"
"I'm just wondering what Mrs. Delasandro looks like."
Jim grinned and toasted Phil with his drink. "Phil," he said admiringly, "you are one son-of-a-bitch."