Chapter 5
If she lived to be a hundred Kathy believed she always would feel Jean's eyes after they had changed from the look of unbelieving surprise to one of unmasked loathing that consumed her very soul.
It was the first wrong that Kathy ever committed against another human being with cold premeditation. There was no other way. It was out and out, fundamental, classic blackmail. Kathy laid it squarely on the line with no preface, no soft-soaping. Just the bare facts.
"Screw a bunch of strangers? You've flipped your lid, Kathy."
"You don't have any choice. You're pregnant and once more won't matter."
"But Kathy, there's a big difference."
"If you want me to help you out of your mess, first you have to help me out of mine."
"They might hurt us, even kill us."
"That's a chance we have to take."
The drive to the address Barker had given Kathy was made in total silence. Jean, from the passenger seat, fixed her eyes on Kathy's face and never once moved them, penetrating her with a look of absolute hatred of an intensity usually reserved for an accused toward a hanging judge.
Kathy viewed herself as a Judas goat leading an innocent lamb to slaughter, and she tried to rationalize, to see Jean as the black sheep, tainted. It didn't work. The horrible scheming Grayson, that filthy heartless beast, had discovered a humiliation overcoming even his animalistic attack on her virgin body. He had changed her from an innocent victim into a monster capable of delivering her best friend, like the lowliest of procurers, into the lap of debauchery and whoredom.
Her whole lifetime of rigid observance of moral principles had been flushed down the tube in one day. Kathy wasn't beyond seeing the gallows humor of the situation. This must be what they mean when they say masturbation makes you crazy, she thought. It would be simple if only she could be a poor loony, a mute unfeeling vegetable. But Kathy's faculties were very much present and active as she parked the car behind the others in front of Barker's secluded beach cottage.
"Now that we're here and there's no turning back, tell me what they have on you," Jean said coldly as they walked toward the lighted house.
"Photographs."
"Photographs? What kind?"
"The only type that would make me do this to get them back," she said, the aches in previously unused muscles bringing back with clarity the memory of the day before with Grayson.
"Fuck pictures! Now I get it. The virtuous Miss Kathy Carlson has been screwing around all along. You rotten hypocrite," Jean screamed, each word cutting flesh from Kathy's body.
"Please, Jean, don't make it worse."
Jean was beyond convincing, spewing out her pent-up hatred like machine gun bullets as they reached the door.
"I see it all. They threatened to show them to Craig. They wouldn't take money, so you give yourself and your best friend to bail out your ass. You would have sold your own mother if you'd known what cathouse she works in."
Kathy, her ears burning with the abuse, choked back an outraged sob as she knocked at the door.
"I'll get you for this," Jean said, smiling grimly as the prospect of retribution edged aside her anxiety at what was beyond the door.
Barker answered the knock.
"The guests of honor. Please do come in," he said, excitement showing on his hardened features.
The large living room of the A-frame beach house was illuminated by candles and the light from the fireplace in a corner. Another corner was occupied by a small bar. Kathy saw that the furnishings had been shifted to one side of the room and wondered why. Then she discovered. The other side was cleared like a bare stage, except for two mattresses side by side on the hardwood floor.
Kathy gripped Jean's arm and turned back toward the door, in time to see Barker double-bolt the escape route, then lean back against it with his prizefighter's muscular body as further insurance against the quarry fleeing.
"Quit being a lousy fucking host, Barker. Bring in the broads."
Kathy recognized the voice. It was Grayson, half hidden behind the bar, the firelight mirroring on his scalp. She held Jean's arm and noticed his cruel mocking voice had a similar effect on her. It was almost as if the two girls were exchanging a current that made flesh crawl and goose bump.
Barker parted them and put an arm around each of their waists. He led them through the maze of relocated furnishings, talking softly as he pressured their hesitant feet forward toward the figures huddled over bottles and glasses on the opposite side of the room.
"I think you ladies know most of the gentlemen. You might refer to them as the blue collar workers of the Seaview Country Club. You probably don't know their names, but most of them have been silently and loyally in your service since you were little girls. It's so thoughtful of you to volunteer to be here tonight to express your appreciation."
The taunting cynicism in Barker's voice made Kathy think he-must be Grayson's prize student of sadism. He was relishing his role as deliverer of the lush beautiful maidens to the altar. His hand had slipped down to Kathy's hip, massaging the firmness beneath her skirt each time the muscles flexed with her steps. Kathy wondered if Jean was receiving the same attention.
"There's no need to introduce Mr. Grayson there behind the bar. You know each other quite well, as I'm sure you've told your friend. Since he organized the program tonight, I have consented to let him act as ringmaster. Would you care to take a bow, Mr. Grayson?"
Barker turned the girls roughly to face the bar as Grayson stepped out. Kathy froze and she heard Jean gasp. Grayson was naked from the waist down and held his stiff prick in one hand as he approached. Kathy tried to back away but Barker held her firmly.
"It's good to see my favorite rich tight pussy again. We'll take up where we left off," Grayson grinned menacingly. "And you," he said, turning to Jean, "Just shivering with desire, ain't you? We'll feed the fever burning in your hot pants."
Kathy felt the rushing return of revulsion for the master torturer Grayson. He reached into the pocket of his shirt, the same one he wore the day before, and pulled out the Polaroid pictures. He held one in front of Jean's eyes.
"See what a good teacher I am."
"And what a good student she is," Barker added, squeezing Kathy's ass.
Jean tore her eyes away from the picture and faced Kathy with a look of a wounded frightened animal pleading to be made well again. Kathy could not meet the eyes of the friend she had betrayed, the wide tear-filled accusing eyes of a child being punished wrongly.
"There are six pictures. Each man will have one as his ticket. He gives the picture to the girl...." Grayson chuckled obscenely, "... who punches his ticket."
Grayson returned one picture to his shirt pocket and gave another to Barker. He moved in among the furniture passing out the photographs. Barker prodded the girls to follow.
"This is Billy Bacon," Barker said. "He's the chief golf caddy. He used to be a jockey and he's anxious to get in the saddle again tonight."
The little man, his face flushed with liquor, looked up from his picture and Kathy felt his crazed billygoat eyes eating through her clothing.
"You ride like I say or I'll whip shit out of you," Billy said.
Barker nudged the girls on.
"This is Mr. James. I'm certain you've seen him often."
He was the gatekeeper, the ancient cripple with the cane who waved Kathy through to the country club grounds countless times. Kathy wondered why he was there, what a man of his years could hope to accomplish. His eyes watered behind gold-rimmed spectacles as he looked up at them, clicking his plates nervously. Kathy felt Barker tighten his grip on her as the old man slyly darted his hand up her skirt, reaching the crotch and fingering the hair-covered mound gently, as if reading Braille, through her panties. Kathy squirmed to be free of the ugly old claw, as repulsive to her as a poisonous spider would be on her loins. Meanwhile Barker slipped his hand up her side and over a bra-covered breast, squeezing the nipple until it filled out to hardness in spite of the pain.
"Be nice to the old geezer," he whispered in her ear threateningly. "Show some respect for your elders." He led her away and she felt the arthritic hand scratching down her bare thigh. "Leave something for the rest of us, pop."
"This is Milo, the groundskeeper," Barker went on, stopping in front of a pimply young man who was puffing a cigarette uneasily. He picked up his glass and took a long pull before looking at the girls. Kathy's stomach flip-flopped at the sight of his gaunt, haunted face, the eyes set deep within dark hollow sockets. Milo looked as unsure of himself as the young women.
"Hurry up, goddammit, I gotta see."
"Our friend Milo is a little shy... one shy, to be exact. He's only been back with us a year after a tour of duty ill Vietnam. He lost something there most fellows consider rather important."
Milo flew to his feet.
"Shut your fucking mouth, Barker, you cock-sucker. I'll show you bastards I'm okay."
"We'll see, boy," Barker replied evenly. "We'll even let you have first pick, won't we, Grayson?"
"Hell, yes. It ought to be quite a show," Grayson said.
"I want her," Milo demanded, pointing to Jean. "I'm going to screw her until she can't walk. She's the cunt who won't give me a second look at the club. I'm fixing her so she remembers my face."
Kathy heard Jean whimpering. She saw Barker now was roughly handling her breasts and Jean was struggling against his arm.
"No, I can't go through with it. Take your hands off me. Let me out of here."
"You ain't going nowhere 'til I get mine," Milo shouted, grabbing her around the hips and forcibly taking her away from Barker. His arms gripped tightly around her waist and the hands groped for the zipper on her capris. Jean screamed as he opened her pants and pulled them down to her knees, baring the lean firm thighs.
Jean, shrieking in terror, tried to get away, but was trapped by the bonds of her own clothing. Milo caught her by the arm and threw her roughly toward a chair. The chair arm hit the spinning girl at mid-thigh and tripped her backwards into the cushion, her legs flying high in the air. Milo pounced forward like a panther and pulled off the capris and her sandals. He fell across her body and ran his hands up beneath the sleeveless pullover sweater, working them around behind to unfasten the bra.
Kathy's instincts told her to help, but now Barker had her more firmly in tow. He had moved around behind her and was cupping one of her breasts in each hand, driving a hardness from his groin into the crevice of her backside in mounting excitement as they saw Jean continuing to struggle.
"Let go of me, you sonovabitch," Jean screamed, clawing out at Milo's face.
Milo stiffened, running his hand across the scratch mark. He felt the blood. He hauled back his hand and viciously slapped it across Jean's face, snapping her head sharply to one side.
"That's it, Milo. Teach the bitch some manners," Grayson applauded.
Milo got up and stepped behind Jean, who was sobbing and trying to curl up tightly in a ball in the chair as if it were a kangaroo's pouch. The young man straightened her by twisting an ear. He pulled the sweater and unfastened bra up over her head. The luxurious pale breasts fell free, the tiny pink nipples hardening instantly. Milo took the firm young breasts in his hands and lifted from behind, the tugging pressure forcing the girl to scramble to her feet to keep the mounds from being torn off. He held her facing Kathy, harshly pinching the nipples between his thumb and forefinger. Clad only in panties, through which the triangular shape of Jean's mound of dark pubic hair was visible, the helpless tearful girl presented an enticing abused innocent sight to the depraved men, who were on their feet clustering around her to examine more closely. There was no trace of the pregnancy. Jean's bronzed abdomen ran smoothly from the hand-held breasts to a provocative narrowness below the rib cage, beneath which the hips flared out sensuously in firm rounded fullness.
"If ever a body was made for fucking, that's it," said Grayson, stepping forward and stripping Jean of her panties with a single violent jerk. He took her leg at the bend and lifted it, running his hand underneath the exposed vagina. "Hot as a firecracker and leaking like a sieve."
"Let me see," cried the dwarflike Billy Bacon, falling to his knees to peer up the wide open snatch.
Kathy felt as though she had drawn a knife across her friend's throat and was standing ankle-deep in the blood flowing from her lifeless body. Jean had been pacified quickly. Her head hung limp and her whole body sagged. Instead of being supported crane-like by the one leg, Jean appeared to be held in place by Milo's hands on her breasts. It relieved Kathy, as Barker dropped one hand and snaked up under her skirt to fish beneath the elastic of her panties, that she did not have to look into Jean's eyes as she was being scrutinized by Bacon as thoroughly as if he was her gynecologist.
"Can you tell if she's cherry, Billy?" the old man with the cane cackled excitedly.
Bacon twisted his middle finger up her cunt. Jean's loins flinched at the touch.
"Cherry, shit," Bacon said scornfully. "That hole can handle a rolling pin."
"You motherfuckers keep your hands off my meat," Milo yelled, trying to pull her away. But Grayson still held the leg. "Let go, Grayson, I'm gonna stick her right now."
"We said you could fuck first when it's fucking time. Let the boys have a little look," Grayson said. "Hey, Claudio, get your black ass over here."
A huge bulk stirred in the darkness near the fireplace. He had been sitting so quietly that Kathy had not even noticed his presence. Now he stood up. He was enormous. He slowly plodded over to the group surrounding Jean. Kathy recognized him as the hulking mulatto who worked in the kitchen at the country club. He must stand six and one-half feet tall and weigh close to three hundred pounds, Kathy estimated. She could feel the floor vibrating with each heavy step he took.
"Now the introductions are complete," Barker said behind her, releasing her breast to slide the second hand under her skirt to assist in pulling off her panties. She made no move to resist as Barker dropped to one knee to carefully slip the panties over her high heels. The air funneled up her dress to the unprotected vagina and her clitoris stiffened as if affronted by its new nakedness.
"Claudio is from Cuba and his English ain't so good. We use a special kind of sign language with him," Grayson explained with delight. "You'll like the way it works. Bring her here, Barker."
Barker kneed Kathy to move to Jean's side and she responded numbly. Grayson released Jean's leg and picked up her torn panties off the floor. He spotted Kathy's briefs and retrieved them. Then he took the big man by the arm and brought him around to face both the girls.
"Show her snatch, Barker," Grayson said.
Barker lifted Kathy's dress up above her hips. The mulatto's face remained expressionless as he slowly shifted his eyes from Kathy's bared cunt over to Jean's naked body.
Kathy felt panic slowly climb up her back. She turned to Jean and saw that she was facing the big man, her face pale and lips quivering, both of them thinking the same thing. The gigantic bronze beast could snap a spine or fracture a pelvis as easily as breaking a pretzel.
Grayson read their faces and his whole body rocked with swallowed laughter, backfiring with a crackling cough from deep inside that made his rigid penis flail weird designs in the air until he got the hacking under control. He choked down the phlegm and grabbed a fast breath.
"Show 'em your cock, Claudio," Grayson said, wiping the cough spittle from his lips with a sleeve. "You know, el pricko, you dumb jig," he added, pointing to his own stiff flesh.
The mulatto leaned his massive head to one side, reaching to comprehend.
"Yo, si, si," he grunted finally, smiling wide to reveal perfectly formed ivory white teeth behind the broad lips. He unzipped his trousers and pulled and pulled and pulled out his dick.
Kathy saw Jean's knees buckle and she would have fallen if not being held upright by the cruel hands digging into her flaccid breasts. Fear-stricken herself, Kathy instinctively drew back her bared loins, only to be met by Barker's prick jabbing into her ass through his fly.
"Christ, is he hung!" the shrill voice of Billy Bacon exclaimed.
"He'd make fifty pricks your size, shorty," the old cripple said wistfully.
Kathy's creative mind never could have conjured up a cock of such massive proportions. Even limp in Claudio's hand it resembled a thick dark salami, a killer club that could bludgeon the owner of a tight cunt to death as it knocked to enter. Because enter it could not, not without ripping asunder the flesh of the vaginal walls.
Kathy's stunned disbelief at the sight of the gargantuan sex organ of the mulatto made protesting too much of an effort as Barker unzipped the back of her summer frock and slipped it down off her shoulders to the floor. He opened the back of the lace bra and drew it down over her arms, the nipples of her huge breasts leaping to attention. The girls stood in naked formation, the pair of heels on Kathy's small feet the only covering between them.
Grayson positioned himself between the girls and Claudio. He looked at the panties in his hands and selected Kathy's.
Barker pressed close against Kathy's back, fingers laced around her bare midriff, his bulging fly tapping out a code in the crevice of her ass. She felt his belly muscles contracting to fight down a sniggering laugh.
"Okay, Claudio, try these," Grayson commanded, stuffing Kathy's balled-up panties beneath the huge man's nose, pressing them tightly against the nostrils as if trying to knock him out with chloroform. The mulatto's nostrils flared, deeply inhaling the secret fragrance of the girl.
Grayson dropped his hand and turned to Kathy. He heaved his hips forward and banged his rigid cock in her direction.
"Them belong that cunt, black-assed man. Wanna fuck her?"
Kathy recoiled as the vulgar message filtered through the mind of the simpleton and he grinned wider as the meaning struck home. The sadistic Grayson and his lust-crazed accomplices were totally enraptured by the crude game of offering the beautiful rich girls as fleshy food to feed the voracious appetite of the giant mulatto. The dark kinky-haired behemoth, suddenly aware of the offering of the white-loined blonde girl, pinched his penis to a growing hardness and nodded vigorously, his eyes bulging in mounting desire.
"Si, fuck her!"
He started to step forward and Kathy felt she might lose control of her bowels. Grayson restrained him with an upraised arm, and a pout formed on the fat lips of the mulatto.
"Don't get upset, Claudio," Grayson teased. "There's more to shop from."
He lifted Jean's torn panties to the face of the giant, daubing with the crotch like a mother treating a child's running nose. The huge nostrils flared again, the eyes rolling in his head, as he sucked in the feminine odor like a tracker dog learning the scent of an escaped prisoner.
Grayson pulled them away and turned to Jean, cock in hand. He repeated the same obscene bumps in her direction.
"Them her pants, dumb nigger. Wanna fuck her?"
Claudio didn't wait for a translation. His aroused penis had reached a full erection, protruding from the zipper of his trousers like a third leg looking for a hole to step into. He lunged at Jean.
"Si, fuck her!"
"He'll kill me with that thing. No woman could take it," Jean screamed in terror, turning to Kathy with hate-filled saucer eyes. Kathy did not see Jean's look, unable to take her eyes off the awesome tool of the mulatto. Grayson held back the big man.
"Nobody's fucking this one before me, particularly no dimwit nigger," Milo said, dragging Jean's stumbling body toward the mattresses.
"The kid's right," Grayson said. "Claudio's the main event after all the preliminaries. Then we can all watch. Since he can't decide which of them tight little snatches he wants most, we'll let him have both of them."
Kathy felt herself being pulled backwards and spun like a staggering drunk in the footsteps of Milo and Jean. Everything was so unreal, this awful slave market lineup she had just been through before a bunch of degenerates anxious to first use their bodies themselves and then to witness and cheer the final bruising brutalization by the massive Claudio.
"Loosen 'em up good. Them holes had better be opened wide for our coonskinned friend," the insane Grayson called after them. "Step up to the bar or fill your own, boys. The first show's about to begin.".
Kathy saw Milo throw Jean down on the mattress and anchor her with a foot in her midsection, pinning her like an insect to a collector's board, while he loosened his belt and dropped his pants down his thighs. Kathy felt herself pitch forward by a pressure on the small of her back and she landed face down on the adjoining mattress, her head only a few feet from Jean's.
Now, now that it was too late, Kathy realized that whatever the jeopardy to her own future, it had not been sufficient reason for her to destroy her friend, to blackmail the guiltless Jean into such undeserved servitude to the depraved sexual wishes of Grayson and his strange assortment of maladjusted friends. She realized she no longer could use girlish fears and ignorance as excuses, thanks to the lessons from Grayson. She had to accept full responsibility for her conduct in demanding that Jean join her as a common gutter prostitute to protect Kathy's virtuous reputation. It mattered little what happened to Kathy this night. She knew she had been completely subjugated by Grayson, and there could not be an indignation in the sphere of sex she was incapable of surviving... except possibly the fearful bronze specter of Claudio and his freakish firehose of a cock, but that was in a future her brain was unable to comprehend. But Kathy sorely wished she could find a flicker of warmth and understanding in the eyes of her best friend, a look of forgiveness that said, yes, she understood that Kathy would bear a cross for the rest of her life for having made her suffer so.
But Jean had her eyes clenched tightly as she lay tensed on the mattress, and when they did fly open and her face slapped down on the cushion looking at Kathy, a groan bellowed out from the deepest pit of her body, it wasn't to communicate recognition and forgiveness, it was because the devil-driven Milo had jammed his cock all the way to the stump in her unprepared cunt.
Kathy had little time to meditate on Jean's suffering as Barker's arm knifed between her belly and the bedding and lifted her up to her knees. She supported herself on her arms as she felt his fingers parting the hair-lined cuntlips and she knew he was guiding his prick to the mouth of her feminine harbor. The head of the cock peeked inside, bobbing back and forth as if arguing whether or not to proceed further, at the same time giving her vaginal juices an opportunity to line the cuntal hallway with a wet welcome.
A series of images suddenly flashed through her mind, the way a lifetime dances through the head of a drowning person in split seconds. The channel selector in the TV set of her brain was on a wild spin, flicking from a horror film, on through other jumbled scenes, and ending with a torrid late-night European film in which the contorted face of Jean is that of a French lover welcoming the intimate embraces of her soldier returned wounded from Algeria. Things began to make sense for Kathy, about to be backfucked as she had seen her mother screwed like a dog at the age of ten. The passionate groans emanating from Kay's room were caused by her father, undignified and raw, doing something like what was being done to her now. The scene shifted to Grayson, in all his hideous splendor subjecting her to the grossest imaginable abuses and grinning evilly all the while, enjoying himself immensely and finally, she almost spat rather than admit it, making her like and beg for it. Next she saw Jean's face, the twisted disfiguration yielding to something quite the opposite as the phantom lover above crashed unceasingly into her loins Kathy's whole silly book of rules was a crock, just like poor Craig, the fiance she had heartlessly held at arm's length, had maintained. Yes, a worthless crock. Kathy determined that the name of the game is Get It While You Can, while you're young enough and good enough to appreciate it. Her new resolution suffered a slight setback when she considered Jean's predicament, the seed of an unwanted child in her womb. Kathy suddenly feared, the first time the thought had occurred to her since the debauchery of so long ago, that Grayson may have made her pregnant, that his foul cum may have instructed the indiscriminate keepers of her womb to build a nest for the bastard byproduct of his filthy loins. Kathy brightened and reared back on her haunches in relief, sucking Barker's lingering cock in halfway. Kathy remembered the trip to Mexico. If she carried Grayson's stinking seed, she would see that it was poisoned there, sharing that uneasy operation with Jean as they were now sharing a measure of discomfort.
Barker ran his fingers up her thighs and belly until he held the heavy hanging breasts in his hands like money-filled bank sacks. He plunged his hips forward and drove his thirsting cock in Kathy's hole to the hairy stump, his low-slung balls bell-swinging between the soft tanned flesh of her inner thighs.
The pussy had been unresisting, in fact at one point it seemed eager to accept him, the cuntlips sucking his cock in to a deeper level of the wet warm expanding passageway. Barker was sorry there was a line behind him. He would liked to have aroused this willing pussy with his tongue and tasted the flavor of those pansize brown nipples capping her tits, the peaks of which he now coaxed into even greater hardness with his fingers. She was built, built like nothing he had ever hosed before. He thought dog-fucking her would humiliate her worse than he had seen Grayson destroy her. He had secretly hoped such a debasement would heat her highbred blood to the boiling point of outrage so that he could beat her into bloody submission and then fuck her back into reality. But she surprised him. She welcomed his cock. In fact her hand had pushed between her thighs and now urged his balls to come alive. If that's how bad she wanted the pictures, trying to make his unload quick like a teenager, he'd see that she worked her rich sweet ass off before he gave up his print. He knew all about saving something for the late rounds of the fight. He had waited all his life for a memorable beautiful young cunt like this and he was going to draw every delicious second out of it.
"Man, that Billy's a liar. She's tight," Kathy heard the voice of Milo saying, followed by hard driving grunts. "God, what a snug snatch!"
She felt the heavy weight of Barker's hard muscular loins crashing hard into her buttocks, as though answering Milo with an admission that he too was working a tight pussy. He split the crevice of her ass wider and wider apart as he pushed forward with all his strength to sink his cock inside her quivering belly as far as it would go.
She was wet and open and the cuntal muscles fit as closely around Barker's prick as another layer of skin, rippling forward like waves off the bow of a ship with the instroke, sucking hard and joined by tightly closing cuntlips on the out-stroke. The backstroke made Barker grimace, so tight was the grip of the cunt on his cock that it felt like his very innards were being sucked out the head of his prick. His hands worked Kathy's swelling breasts like an automatic milking machine, pulling them harshly for the leverage he needed to bury his expanding cock into the deepest regions of her womb.
Kathy groaned from the twisting of her firm tender breasts. Barker, misinterpreting her sound as an admission of pain from the skewering in her backthrusting cunt, smiled sadistically and rose straight up on his knees, bringing her ass higher into the air by the lifting pressure of his cock inserted in her vagina. Kathy dropped her head on the mattress, her face turned toward Jean, and adjusted her buttocks to ease the discomfort of the new position. Barker slapped her upturned ass.
"That's it. Show a little life."
She complied without hesitation, having learned from Grayson that one pain leads to another worse one if the sexual command is not followed. She rotated her buttocks slightly, testing for a new hurt from within her body. Finding none, she let herself follow his rhythm, grinding and twisting her ass back against his hard driving pelvis as if they were Siamese twins joined at the loins in a wrestling match.
"I got the live one, Milo, you one-nut sad sonovabitch," Barker chortled. "That dead pussy can't make a man out of you."
Kathy moved her head and saw that Barker was right. Milo worked furiously above Jean's splayed naked thighs, but she was limp and lifeless beneath him, enduring the rape stiff and stoically, waiting for it to end just as it had begun, without any encouragement whatsoever from her.
"Roll her over, Milo. Billy here'll give you a hand. He's got something to light her fire."
It was Grayson's conniving voice and Kathy remembered that there was a live audience for this performance. She and Jean were executing disgusting lewd acts on a mattress stage for a crowd of degenerates. She wondered how they looked, the men who were viewing them, and what they were doing with their hands. She tried to imagine the activity on the mattresses as seen from their perspective, she face down with her rump in the air being split wide open by Barker's driving pole, and the comatose Jean flat on her back with her firm open thighs admitting the pelvic jackhammer of the frenzied Milo.
"Turn her up this way so my slut can watch," Barker said.
Milo lifted his body and Kathy heard his cock come free with a wet sucking sound. She saw him take Jean's bare ankles in his hands and turn her around, her buttocks serving as the swivel, until her head was positioned at the opposite end of the mattress.
Milo was standing higher than Kathy, looking down into Jean's open juice-drenched cunt, holding her feet apart like plow handles.
"Billy, get your runty ass up her before she dries out," Milo said.
Kathy could see Milo's slender white cock glistening in the dim light and then she noticed something peculiar. The scrotum was not the full dangling pouch she had learned to expect in men. It was only half there, as if someone had opened a zipper on the side and stolen a handful of the contents.
Barker caught Kathy's attention being diverted by the sight of Milo's deformity. He rammed in a deep thrust and leaned over her back.
"He's only got one nut. Caught some shrapnel in Vietnam."
"You don't have to tell the whole fucking world, Barker," Milo spat out in their direction.
"Your girlfriend's going to have to hump some to earn his picture," Barker continued to whisper audibly. "He hasn't shot a load since he got back." He slapped Kathy's ass again. "And so are you, bitch, if you want mine."
Kathy started up her motor again, working her ass backwards in a spiraling circle, feeling the prick sheathing and unsheathing amidst the muscular folds of her cuntwalls like a cased letter opener in the hands of a fidgety businessman. But she couldn't keep her eyes off the other mattress.
Billy Bacon joined Milo. He was naked and looked like a dissipated and depraved Cupid, his diminutive body the size of a boy's and his stiff cock not much more than the length of Kathy's biggest finger. The cock? There was something strange about it. It was enclosed in some type of close-fitting protective covering that shone from a lubricating film and, unless Kathy's eyes deceived her, there was a small feather standing straight out from the end.
Billy ravenously eyed the open wet cunt.
"Don't dare think about the snatch, it's mine," Milo warned him. "She'd never even know you was in."
"Then hurry up and get her over. We'll sandwich her until her eyes pop out," Billy cried, shuffling his feet anxiously.
Milo dropped one of her feet and sharply twisted the other ankle. Jean's chin shot up and she groaned piteously.
"Over on the belly, cunt," Milo demanded.
Jean had no choice but to follow a direction that freed her ankle from pain, flipping over on her stomach as if Milo were a chef tossing pancakes.
Milo lay down in the middle of the mattress, his gleaming erect cock at Kathy's eye level. He grabbed Jean by an arm and slithered her body on top of his. He forced apart her thighs and moved his hips sideways until the searching cock located the entry tunnel. Milo pulled Jean's legs forward until they were jackknifed along his sides, the knees reaching up to his chest. He wrapped his arms tightly around her back, pressing her breasts firmly against his chest, and quickly thrust up his buttocks, driving his cock to the stump in the open-stretched vagina. Jean groaned at the vicious re-entry. Then she sagged, lifeless as a rag doll, permitting him whatever abuse he desired, but not cooperating.
Billy Bacon took a step forward, toward the defenselessly bared rear of the girl. Kathy, held to the scene by grim fascination, felt the floor vibrate as heavy feet rushed up to get a closer view.
"That French tickler'll bring her out of her stubbornness," she heard the lecherous old cripple say. "Let me soften her up with this first."
"Okay, you old fart, if that's the only way you get your kicks," Billy said and backed away.
The cripple replaced Billy in Kathy's line of vision. He began unscrewing the handle of his cane and Kathy gasped when she saw him remove a thin headless rubber phallus, six inches long, attached to the curved handle.
"This is one I use for asshole work," the old man said, displaying it to Billy. "I have another larger one with a head for snatches."
"Just stick it in a little. I don't want her too loose," Billy instructed.
The harsh realization of what they were going to do to Jean struck Kathy like a breath-stealing blow to the midsection. God, that dirty old man was going to stick that awful thing in her backside while Milo continued to rape her from underneath. Kathy had a clear view of Milo's long cock sliding back and forth in Jean's unresisting but lifeless vagina, the fleshy dark hair-lined lips inhaling and exhaling as if breathing from an outside source. But now this further devilish indignity was unfolding before Kathy's horrified eyes and Jean was totally ignorant of what was going to happen.
"Hurry up, you bastards. This cold fish is killing my hardon," Milo called out.
"Stick it a ways in her cunt to get it wet," Grayson, arriving on the scene with a fresh drink in his hand, suggested.
"Hey, my prick's in there," Milo protested.
"Shit, boy, there's plenty of room. These wealthy cunts been fucking since they were five," Grayson said.
The old man's bones cracked as he got down on his knees and peered closely into Jean's cunt with Milo's prick buried full-length inside.
"Hold 'er still, Milo. Let your dick out some."
Barker had stopped fucking Kathy, resting his prick tight inside and locking his arms around her belly, as they both watched captivated. He flexed his prick once to let her know he was still in command of the situation, and she automatically flexed her own cuntal muscles in acknowledgement, tightening her fleshy garrote around the long intruder inside her.
The arthritic James, using the satanic sexual accessory like a teacher at the blackboard with a pointer, placed the tip on the underside of Milo's half-exposed cock and flattened it to the same trajectory.
"Let's go in together fast. She'll think she's being screwed by a double-decker bus," James said in a voice that broke with his eagerness.
Milo drove in his cock, the flesh-tearing device propelled by the old man's hand following beneath his prick like a strapped-on torpedo.
"WhaaAAA!"
The chilling climbing one-note scream flew out of Jean's body like from a talking doll struck harshly on the voice box. Half the rubber phallus had disappeared inside her cunt, a passenger riding on Milo's cock.
"That'll help get her ready for ol' Claudio," the old man giggled, twirling the handle of the cane, spinning the rubbery end inside Jean's cunt like a high-speed drill.
The girl, locked in place by Milo's squeezing arms, pounded her head on his shoulders and sobbed out of control.
"Get the fucking thing out. It's tickling my cock."
"In her ass now. Quick," Billy pleaded.
The old man withdrew the phallus and Kathy could see the moist film covering the end. With one hand he spread the cheeks of her buttocks open wider, exposing the tight puckered ring of the anus, and placed the tip of the phallus against the defenseless tightly closed flesh. He pushed it in an inch. Jean's loins jolted and she cried out as she felt the unnatural intrusion into the tight rubbery opening. Her buttocks tensed together to try to repel the wet artificial device being thrust into her ass. Her struggle was useless and the old man pushed again, sinking it in another inch.
"Aaaaaag, God!" she uttered pathetically, Milo's cock sinking deeper into her cunt as she thrashed wildly like a fighting fish trying to dislodge the killing lure.
The old man, beside himself with sadistic pleasure, twirled the handle to bore in deeper, a millimeter at a time, and the frustrated Jean, hardening her ass cheeks with all her remaining strength, was unknowingly assisting the in-drilling.
"Take it out, she's ready for me," Billy screamed. He ripped the phallus from her ass and pushed the old man to one side. Billy grabbed Jean's ass with his clawing childlike fingers and spread open the soft white mounds of her trembling buttocks. He lowered his loins so that the feather-tipped condom was in a straight line with her helpless anus, partially stretched from the rummaging rubber prick.
"Milo, close your legs and hold her tight," Billy ordered.
Milo pressed his thighs together, the disfigured scrotum nestling in the hairy valley formed between them, and Billy straddled his legs with his knees. He pushed his hands under her loins and once again stretched open the soft white moons, guiding the feather into the misshapen asshole. Jean squirmed her buttocks as the feather entered and the head of the cock came in contact with the tiny puckered hole.
Kathy's heart leaped out in sympathy to her friend as she saw Billy's stomach muscles tense as he strained forward against the tight hairless opening. The prick was worming its way in behind the feather, and then suddenly the battered nether ring gave way under the constant pressure and the swollen sheathed head of Billy's cock popped inside. Without hesitating to allow the plundered asshole to adjust to the sodomy, Billy pitched forward on her back, throwing his head high with a satisfied whoop of victory as his pelvis smacked loudly against the softness of her twin white buttocks.
Jean's whole body stiffened and bucked as she screamed in delirious pain, succeeding only in burying the cruel feather-tipped stabbing cock to the hilt in the warm rubbery depths of her rectum. Jean, her every sensory nerve end alive as the feather maddeningly rested inside her rectum, was loath to move for fear of the pain that might rip through her inflamed anal passage, but she was also unable to stay still and stand the torturous tickle a second longer. Her ravished loins were being punished further by two cocks, the one in her pussy sliding smoothly along the tight walls from the releasing fluids of her own body, and the other that had entered her dry anus abetted by its own lubricant and now threatened to drive her out of her mind with a tingling that made the pain of penetration an insignificant memory.
Jean lay moaning and sobbing in pain and shame, meat sandwiched between two cruel degenerates, a thin wall of her flesh separating their impaling cocks. She wanted to claw through her own body to treat the infuriating voluptuous itch up her backside.
Billy wasted no time. He began furiously fucking her tight hot asshole while Milo beneath continued to thrust up into her cunt with long hard strokes. In a matter of seconds they found a common rhythm, skewering the warm neighboring orifices of the suffering girl in harmony, she the buffeted common dance partner in an obscene sexual ritual.
Kathy and Barker, locked together but still, watched intently. The low animal howl coming from Jean's throat continued as the men ground into her, and was broken only by punctuating grunts as they smacked into her body with greater force. The sight of Milo's slender long cock appearing blue-veined and glistening when it withdrew with the familiar sucking sound, the prick hairs plastered flat by the ragged-edged wet embracing cuntlips, and the dwarflike Bacon's small sheathed prick disappearing into Jean's split smooth asshole, its feather tip tantalizing the sensitive rectum walls with an ungodly touch that released thousands of other feathers to tingle her every pore, unlocked in Kathy a trunkful of lascivious desires she had never dreamed could exist in her newly awakened woman's body.
Kathy lifted herself up on her elbows when it became clear to her that Jean's pelvis no longer was a mindless volleyball being batted between the loins of the two men. She had seen the muscles of her thighs and buttocks tighten and the tempo of the twin-fucking she was receiving had picked up, not from the acceleration of the panting men, but from the sensuous steam engine in Jean's own body. The howling had changed to a different tone, little by little, and now there was no doubt in Kathy's mind. Jean was whimpering passionately. She liked it! Jean's face no longer lay lifeless on Milo's shoulder. She was kissing his face and neck amorously, driving the length of her red wet tongue into his open mouth.
The same electric current was coursing through Kathy. Barker sensed it and screwed her from behind like a wildman. And she screwed back, driving for delicious pleasure. The whole complexion of the evening had changed from one of servile acceptance of humiliating abuses to a careening climb for self-gratification. Kathy wanted prick and she felt cheated because Jean was getting two. She wanted the Big 0, the crowning orgasm, the same as her friend would reach soon.
Kathy's arms buckled as a new weight settled in front of her on the mattress. She tore her eyes away from Jean's abandoned face and smacked her nose into a prick. It was Grayson, on his knees, holding his shirt back and waving his stiff thick dripping cock in her face like a snake ready to strike.
"I told you I'd fuck your face. Suck it until I cum."
Grayson was aroused by what he saw, the two affluent cunts being treated like military camp followers by men they looked down upon because of their social differences. Grayson had choreographed the entire evening carefully, assigning the roles of the participants to milk the last lingering drop of snotty aloofness from the well-to-do wenches. He had shown them what flophouse tramps they really were and his mission would be complete when the mulatto rammed his tree trunk into their proud pussies and ruined them forever. Because search as they may in the years to come, in all the corners of the earth, they'd pay hell finding a fat cock to fill them to the bursting point the way the half-nigger would tonight. Grayson was amused to see Barker dog-fucking the blonde strumpet, because he knew it humiliated her even more than he had the day before, forcing her to ride the driving stiff cock like an animal, turning her vulnerable asshole and vagina up to her master as the ultimate sign of submission. Then seeing her saucy-assed friend being buggered first by the cane of the impotent old fart and then by the feathered cock of sawed-off Billy Bacon, who could still make jockey's weight if his pecker was any indication, was more than he could have invented. And all the while the dark-haired slut was being boned by one-nutted Milo, who was only an inch from flipping out over his disability under normal circumstances. Grayson knew if the girl failed to bring his lone testicle to life, Milo would fuck her raw and probably carve her up with his shiv to boot. It was all too gorgeous. Grayson had felt ready to jack off for joy as he watched his masterful production near its cunt-cleaving finale with Claudio when he remembered an available orifice and the day-old debt he had to settle.
Grayson put both hands in Kathy's hair and pulled her head forward, until the stickiness of the cock tip kissed her sealed lips. He jerked slightly and the lips parted, admitting the covered head to her clenched teeth. Grayson swayed, whitewashing her perfect straight teeth with his seminal fluid, and then he twisted her head back hard and breathed liquor fumes into her face.
"Gobble! Suck it like you blow your rich fag boyfriends."
As if on cue, Barker gave an extra strong lunge at her rear and Kathy gasped. Grayson, holding her head between his hands, rammed his thick dark cock through her soft, moist lips and into the wet warm cavern of her mouth. She could feel the hardness of it slithering up the length of her tongue and filling her mouth completely with its full fleshy hardness.
The old man murmured happy little notes, his bright twinkling eyes hopping from mattress to mattress in greedy voyeurism, wishing he could find a hole somewhere to stick his phony phallus. He once considered jamming it up Barker's thumping asshole, but he was afraid the host would order him out of the house. He didn't want to leave. At no time in his seventy-one years had he witnessed such an exciting gang-fuck of two beautiful rich girls, and he was devastated that he was unable to participate more fully. It's terrible to grow old. He remembered reading about a special condom, equipped with a spring, that simulated erection and he made a mental note to see about getting one before the next party. He saw the big mulatto watching silently from the shadows, holding his huge telephone pole of a cock, standing guard like a dark sentry with his spear. James could hardly wait until the others crawled away so that he could find out what kind of stuff the nigger was made of.
Kathy unwound her hips as she sucked, at first coughing and sputtering until she grew accustomed to the irregular fat fleshy boarder in her mouth. She closed her eyes and tried to forget the owner of the instrument that gagged her, nibbling lightly at the thrusting stiff flesh and closing her nostrils to the unwashed stench wafting from his groin. His testicles slapped saplike against her chin as he thrashed his prick deeply into her throat. Grayson had been ready to cum when she swallowed his cock and he wouldn't need much more encouragement.
Behind her Barker also felt himself building toward the end. His fingers dug into the flesh of her belly as the tubes to his nuts inflated. Barker mercilessly battered into the quivering cheeks of her ass with his open-throttle hips as he sought to quickly find relief for his bound-up balls.
But a powderkeg on the other mattress blew up first, setting off the chain reaction.
"Shit, shit... oh, shit!" screamed Billy Bacon, ripping his covered cock from Jean's backside, slipping off the feathered condom in the same motion, and jamming his bared cum-spurting prick back into the asshole before it had time to close. "Ah, shit... ahhhh, shit!" His body jerked spasmodically as he fired into her rectum.
"W-w-whoooahh, it's h-happening!" Jean cried shrilly, rolling her head on Milo's shoulder and moving her outstretched arms like a blind swimmer in search of water. She bucked her ass and Billy's deflated prick slurped out as she drove down harder on Milo's pleasure producing cock, trying to stretch her climax to the fullest. Milo was glassy-eyed with a look of open-mouthed disbelief as he felt a nearly-forgotten discomfort in his scarred scrotum. It was like someone had untied the knot in the garden hose and the long held-back water finally had somewhere to go.
"Ooh, oooh, ooooh," Milo crooned like a baby, body relaxing, contenting himself to let Jean's solo speedy stoop-tagging on his firing cock pump up the long-siloed crop within his lone testicle.
Kathy went berserk, the saliva in her mouth becoming sticky from the small emissions of lubricating fluid from the tip of Grayson's cock, her hardened clitoris transmitting flowing, tingling messages of pleasure throughout her body from the friction of Barker's long slippery prick plunging deep within her tightened cuntwalls.
The hoarse panting she heard from front and rear blended with her own grunts of effort, and the slurping from her mouth and cunt, forming a concerto played by exhausted human musical instruments striving for a finale. The fiery hot balls in her belly screamed to be released. Her toes dug against the bottoms of her high heel shoes as she bucked and sucked, a helpless slave to the pricks flogging her body from each end. The rising tide was creating inside her fuck-racked body, heated to boiling by the ripples of fire dancing through her tattered nerves. She sucked and worked her buttocks to end it for all of them, as the hot wave in her body splashed out burning forerunners to tunnel through her veins in a ceaseless stream of insurmountable pleasure. Suddenly her wave came crashing down and the passionate scream of announcement building in her lungs was drowned as she heard Grayson groan above her and his cock erupted in the warm wet interior of her sucking mouth. His shout was echoed behind her by unintelligible profane grunts and a final battering ram thrust that forced Grayson's spurting prick into her mouth to the choking hilt.
Kathy thought she was drowning. Grayson's prick was strangling her and she had to swallow huge mouthfuls of hot sticky cum before she could catch a breath. Barker's cock drenched her womb, firing explosive hot batteries of sperm through the vaginal passage and filling the depths beyond until Kathy thought her belly would break. And she was cumming too, in great sensual waves released around the still spitting prick in her cunt, the body liquid seeping in warm rivulets out the vaginal lips clasped tightly around the base of his cock and down her lush soft inner thighs. Her whole body inside was filled with thick sticky wetness. Tears of unconscious joy came to her eyes and fell on Grayson's naked thigh.
There was a soft plopping sound as Grayson withdrew his cock from her mouth, a thin string of semen sticking to her lips as he pulled away. He moved to one side and the exhausted Kathy dropped to her face on the mattress, feeling Barker's limp prick slip from her cunt with a sucking noise and the weight of his body collapsing on her buttocks. Barker rolled off to one side and Kathy's uncovered ravished and wet loins were caressed by cool rushes of air. Her throat convulsed and she re-tasted Grayson's pungent cum.
There was no movement or sound on the mattresses. The leering old man shuffled about giggling obscenely as he viewed softened spent pricks and oozing orifices, as if he was the only survivor on a sexual battlefield. Kathy felt the phallus tip testing the crevice between her buttocks. She had neither the strength nor the inclination to resist, and so she spread her damp thighs and relaxed her anus to take his depraved abuse with as little discomfort as possible. The old man pulled back, disappointed.
"No fun when they don't give a shit," he said and dragged himself away.
Kathy heard the rustling of human flesh on the next mattress, but didn't care enough to look. She lay still, unable to move, savoring the climax that was now the merest trace of a memory. There were new aches in her body joining those from Grayson's rape of the day before. Her thighs hurt from the cramped position they were in while Barker fucked her from behind. Her back and neck throbbed from straining to suck Grayson's cock.
Grayson shattered the blissful stillness.
"Come on, Claudio. Get your ass on over here."
"Oh, God." It was a weary deep death gurgle that Kathy barely recognized as Jean's voice.
Kathy felt Barker nudging her naked hip. "Over on the other mattress."
She pulled herself on her arms, like a crawling serpent across to the mattress where Jean was crouching like a cornered rat. She seemed unaware of Kathy, as if in a drug trance, her eyes not leaving the huge cock standing out from the open fly of the mulatto's trousers. Tears streamed down her face and she shook her head from side to side.
The naked men gathered around Claudio and removed his clothing. The upper arms were as big around as Kathy's thigh. The huge head seemed to rest on the massively proportioned shoulders without benefit of a neck. The men struggled to get the pants down his muscular thighs. Finally he was naked, the prick standing out like a cannon to fire the wet ammunition stored in the grapefruit-size constricted scrotum.
"We've done enough," Kathy heard her own weak voice pleading. "Please let us go now."
Grayson had collected the pictures. He dropped all but two in front of Kathy. She tore them to pieces without so much as glancing at them.
"The last two are yours after Claudio gets fucked. The old man was only a spectator so the Cuban gets his ticket too. That means both of you screw."
Jean turned on Kathy with burning, hate-filled eyes.
"You go first." She looked to Grayson. "Make her go first. She's the guilty one."
"Smart thinking," Grayson smiled sardonically. "You figure she'll empty him and you get off scot-free. No chance. Claudio's an iron man. You'll spit up his nigger cum for a month."
The men got the mulatto on his back on the empty mattress, the huge staff rising above him like a tall fire hydrant.
Grayson grabbed Kathy's arm. "You sit on his cock." He turned to Jean. "And you plant your pussy on his face."
"Good, good," the old man giggled lewdly. "Make them look at each other while the nigger's doing it."
"You really come up with the ideas, you stinking old fucker," Billy said with admiration in his voice.
Milo massaged his aching testicle. "I got to sit down. I feel weak as all get out."
"Push up the couch, kid, and we'll all have ringside seats," Barker called after him.
Grayson yanked Kathy up by the arm and she wobbled on her high heels. He bent down and pulled the shoes off her feet.
"Can't have you digging holes in the host's furniture."
Grayson lifted her bodily over the prone Cuban until her bare feet straddled his wide hips. The mulatto's eyes bulged wide as he looked up into her dripping cunt. His large hands closed around her ankles like leg irons, trapping her helplessly. The hands worked up her legs, crushing the firm young flesh in a strong grip, downpulling in unrelenting determination to impale the golden-covered cunt over the ridged bluish head of Claudio's immense cock.
"Fu-huk... fu-huk... fu-huk," the giant grunted animal-like, as if it were the chant for a primitive tribal mating ceremony, bringing the loins of the terror-stricken blonde girl down until he felt his pee hole contact the cum-soaked disheveled cool pubic hairs around her vagina.
The tendons in Kathy's legs fought a hopeless battle to resist. She twisted her head sideways, her fearful eyes pleading to be rescued, and met only by the impassive face of Jean, the heiress-apparent to a wealth of cock. Jean studied Kathy's ordeal with clinical interest, as if eager to learn the pitfalls before taking her turn at bat.
"Spike her, Claudio," Billy's high-pitched voice demanded.
"He'll split her wide open if he does," Barker admonished. "I don't want dead bodies around. Just cool it, Claudio."
"Do something, for crissakes, you overgrown coon," Grayson said, his patience wearing thin.
Claudio released one leg and with thumb and forefinger he spread the ragged pink cuntlips until the edges lay on each side of the tip of his knoblike prickhead.
Then with a startling deftness that belied his great bulk, Claudio ran both hands between her thighs and cupped a buttock in each huge hand. He lifted the girl off the mattress, her feet and legs dangling useless outside his arms.
Kathy reacted to the loss of gravity with a gasp, almost falling spine-snappingly backward, but Claudio's great large hands kept her upright in his sweaty palm chair, the long fingers like wickers at the base of her back. He moved the hands outward slightly, the flesh of her ass glued to his palms, and Kathy felt that her cunt opening was being stretched inhumanely by ropes attached to each lip.
Claudio grinned, his lips bared back over the big white teeth as if in murderous anticipation. He lowered her body an inch and the great bulging head of his cock insinuated itself deeper into the cuntlips, the pulsating blood-filled tip stretching the resisting rubbery flesh almost to the tearing point.
"Ahhh!" Kathy moaned, her spine sagging, now aware through the tearing pain that her own body was betraying her in a new way, that its very weight would be the momentum working her down the blunt spear that was slowly piercing her punished cunt. Her bare feet, suspended in thin air, halfheartedly searched for leverage, support, anything that would take the edge out of the agony she endured as the elastic opening to her pussy stretched to its limit. She couldn't take a cock like that in a million years.
"Nooo, I can't... it's impossible."
The old man crept up and dropped to his hands and knees, his lecherous face only two feet away from the painful union.
"Atta boy, Claudio. When you're through I'll be able to jam my whole arm up her snatch."
"Out of the way. I can't see," Milo angrily ordered.
The cripple stumbled back. Claudio, playing to an appreciative audience, lowered Kathy another inch, the ridge of the prick vanishing inside her.
"Uuuuuggg!"
Kathy's feet recklessly battled the air fighting an unbeatable enemy, her cuntlips splitting terribly, the unbearable pain making her tremble and clutch her arms closely to her body. There was no sound in the room beyond her choked broken sobbing. The men watched hypnotized as the cuntlips of the beautiful blonde girl, stretched almost to transparency, clutched the ball of the mulatto's prickhead like a child using "chicken claws" on the end of a bat handle.
The rubber bands of her vaginal opening began unknotting in adjustment to the domed monument forcing entry, snapping loose little by little in a desperate race for survival. Kathy's pain temperature dropped slightly, from excruciating agony to humanly unbearable.
Then the rampageous mulatto laughed, a belly-deep basso room-shaking thunderclap that he cut short with a furious upthrust of his loins... as he pulled away the hands that supported Kathy's weight.
The fire sirens went off in her brain, hundreds of them, screaming wailing, shrieking their mind-bending alarms. Kathy did not rush down the fire-pole; it came to her, tearing up her insides and hot off the branding fire. Shock and surprise were so great that she was beyond sounding off as the runaway cock smashed through all her resisting flesh, shoving the pink soft cuntwalls into distended oblivion before its monstrous doorknob head. She was a child on a banister who had overlooked the upturned fracture, and now the banister wood was cutting through her vagina en route to her throat. The robot prick monster rushed into her in a manner unmatched by anything in her brief sexual history, filling every natural crack and pore in the cuntal tunnelway to her womb, bullishly pushing the inner organs out of the way, intimidating the very soul within her.-She was an open-legged girl on a slide who had flown off the end cunt-first onto the barrel of the Civil War cannon and it would rip and gouge blazingly up her twat until the backs of her thighs smacked against the wooden wheels used to transport it.
The wiry tight pubic hairs cushioned the shattering jolt as her buttocks hit bottom, Claudio's pelvis. His huge upright member was completely inside Kathy's torn cunt extending, she was willing to swear, through the top of her skull. The dazed, disbelieving expression on her face changed to one of wonder as she stared down to where the prick had disappeared inside her, expecting a telltale pool of blood to confirm that she had been fatally gored.
She looked around and saw that the men were viewing her with open-mouthed amazement. Jean, from the other mattress, searched Kathy's face studiously, without words, wanting to know if life managed to go on inside her mortally violated body.
Kathy glanced down at the grinning mulatto. His arms were behind his head as he looked back at her in amusement. He saw how her pain-contorted face relaxed slightly as she became acclimated to the huge foreign presence that her body had accepted with painful, but astonishing flexibility. Her tightly clenched teeth opened slightly and she swallowed air in throaty gulps.
"Oh... oh... oh... oh... oh..." escaped from her mouth in step with her frantic heartbeat.
The Cuban's balls twitched as he inflated his prick and the girl's responding groan was pained, her teeth re-clenching, the hot passage hurrying to accommodate the increasing size of the fleshy hard intruder. Claudio shifted his loins sharply to one side, feeling the bone of her pelvis, and she moaned. She repeated the moan when he shifted the other way, but each sideways move expanded the resisting walls of her vagina until they fit the giant prick better than a surgeon's rubber glove.
There was no way he could be any deeper in her.
Kathy sat flat on his embedded cock with her legs straight in front of her, and the Cuban kissed the soles of her bare feet and ran his thick tickling tongue between her toes. He opened his thighs slightly and nodded, and Kathy instinctively knew what he wanted her to do. She reached behind and felt the huge tight balls filling the constricted scrotum to the bursting point. They must hold pints, she thought, rubbing the firm tenderness, gently pressing the oversize bag up against his groin and revolving her hand in a slow circular motion. His cock answered with a spasm, but the dreaded pain she felt was more pleasurable than harmful. His wide flat yellow palms came up and the mulatto pressed them against her breasts, shoving softly to see them flare out to rounded fullness at the sides. The hands pulled back and the resilient globes returned in shape to abundantly filled mounds swelling out to the touch. He rotated his hands in time to the easy motion of her touch on his scrotum, the feathery contact with just the tip of the nipples drawing them out into hardened capsules super-sensitive to suggestion and sending the sensuous alarm to her clitoris, coaxing it into a throbbing prick-responsive knot.
"I think I'm getting a hardon," the old man's cobwebby voice announced.
"You ain't had a stiff prick in twenty years," Milo's voice sneered. "Relax before your ticker goes out."
Claudio gently pinched her calf.
"Fuck now," he grunted like a Hollywood Indian.
Like a gymnast, Kathy worked her legs back, her feet beneath her buttocks, and testingly lifted her torso up Claudio's cock. They were sealed together so tightly that their meshed flesh was almost as one, and Kathy winced in pain at the rending separation. She lifted her cunt until the in-squeezing lips found the ridge of the head, what seemed like ten miles above the base, and slowly lowered her body down again, carefully oiling his prick with her natural flowing lubricant as if it was a new rod about to be inserted in an expensive precision machine. Claudio shut his eyes, humming a soft contented Latin tune, as if being lulled to sleep by the dreamy sensation of a snug-fitting warm buttery doughnut melting into wondrous softness as it ringed up and down the full length of his colossal consuming cuntbuster.
"Is that jigaboo crapping out on us?" Grayson asked loudly.
"Fuck, no. He's just savoring that raw stretched pussy," Barker attempted to calm him.
"I want some goddamn action." He looked at Jean. "Dump some of your asshole cum in his face to wake him up," Grayson shouted.
Jean looked at the naked man leaning forward on the couch, absorbed with the gentle fucking Kathy gave Claudio more than if it were the Rose Bowl game on TV. She wasn't sure what Grayson wanted her to do. The ringmaster impatiently looked up from the coupling couple and glared meanly at Jean.
"Move, slut, or I'll break your fucking arm. Give him your used pussy to eat."
Jean got up and went to the top of the mattress over Claudio's head. She saw Kathy's eyes turn up... and look right through her. They were drugged and faraway looking as Kathy continued to ride herself deliberately down and up, up and down, the unmoving rigid dark prick. Jean thought she saw a look she first recognized in their childhood. Kathy's full red lips, tense and straight in total concentration, were about to turn up slightly, in the very same half-smile she displayed when as youngsters they shared their first forbidden cigarette. It was her signal of the full enjoyment of something deliciously wicked.
Claudio opened his eyes and saw the dark hair of Jean's snatch above his head. He reached back and took her behind the bend in the knees, pulling her down to a face-straddling squat until her draining cunt fit snugly over his mouth. Claudio's bulbous nose split the crevice of her buttocks and nudged against her cruelly plundered asshole.
The first thrust of the mulatto's thick tongue into her stretched cunt so unnerved and unbalanced Jean that she spread her hands on his heaving chest to keep from falling forward. Kathy was climbing faster on the cock. The taste of pussy ignited the lugubrious Cuban and he responded with his loins, rushing to catch Kathy's elusive cunt as it slipped away with her each upstroke. Kathy braced herself on the man's belly and the two beautiful girls gave the appearance of erotic unmatched bookends, the dark-haired one being gently pierced by a long probing tongue, and the blonde slithering pell-mell along the greased giant cock of a reclining monster.
The mulatto bathed his broad flat face in the split wet cunt, using his hands to force the buttocks wider apart to have full access to Jean's crotch, washing her clean as a cow would a newborn calf. The long slippery tongue snaked into the wet warm walls of her pussy like a painless prick, something similar to the maddening feather that had tantalized her asshole, and Jean moaned and crashed her loins hard into the feeding face as if trying to snuff out a new threat to her sensuous system. Claudio feasted greedily, his tongue spearing in and out of her dilating cuntlips, and Jean answered with soft mewls, tensing her arms against the sides of her rounded hard-nippled breasts as if freezing from the massive waves of pleasure washing through her belly. She lurched with cardiac shock as the wet probe worked back to the damaged anus, medicating her stretched rubbery ring with soothing ointment before plunging in unexpectedly.
"Wha-wow!" she cried madly, hula dancing in place on the softly digging moist speartip.
His mouth slid back to her cunt and there were loud slobbering sucking sounds as Claudio milked her flowing juices into his throat, alternating his intake of vaginal nourishment with long torturous laps at her throbbing budlike clitoris. The fully-aroused Jean wanted to vocalize like a train whistle, to alert the countryside that she was back on the track to an unforgettable place introduced to her earlier by a pair of pricks pounding inside her in broken cadence. Her pelvis pulverized down, she arched her back and pointed her breasts high, using the man's tightly kinked hair beneath her buttocks as stabilizing handgrips.
The mulatto's loins kicked into high gear and the pistoning cock plummeted inside Kathy with such teeth-rattling impact that her blonde head nearly smacked forward into Jean's stretched flattened belly like a battering ram. Kathy was riding out the storm, her vagina lashed to Claudio's massive mast, stitched together as if with elastic line, her sensitive clitoris flattened into screaming submission as she rode it down the prick like the prow of a downracing bobsled. Her hands clawed bloodless pathways in the broad muscular belly as she rocketed upward in a trajectory toward fulfillment.
The smothered growl was that of a bear disturbed during hibernation. The escaping bass groan continued endlessly, the noise going directly up the passageway to the hollow of Jean's womb, sounding much like the reverberating faraway echo of rusted twin steel dungeon doors being pried apart. The first blast of hot cum splashed into Kathy's cunt like molten lead, the monstrous shaft swelling like puffed cheeks as the prick gushed mindlessly.
The screams of the two girls filled the room like the shrill climbing untameable cries from a crowded maternity ward at feeding time.
"Eeeeeeee-ahhhhhhh, whah, whaaaaa...!" Jean's lungs erupted, unable, uncaring, unwilling to shape her outburst into recognizable sounds.
Kathy's lips were blowjob-round, her cheeks huffing and puffing as if she had swallowed liquid fire.
"Who-ah, who-ah, who-ah, who..." she panted at locomotive tempo.
The mulatto's prick continued to fire, its hot sticky cannonade ricocheting off the embattled womb walls and back down the cuntal passage, mixing in the hairy stump base with the outpourings of Kathy's climax.
Kathy could not control her orgasm. It soared to higher and higher elevations. It was frightening how her body could run away, existing by itself on a plateau separate and removed from her powers of reason. She climbed and climbed, her climax an escaped helium balloon that suddenly popped, and she stiffened her arms against the Cuban's dry retching stomach to steel herself against the fall. Kathy thought she had been straddling a high tension line and someone finally had turned off the juice. Her whole body sagged and she became aware of her cunt seeping around its prick stopper like a partially plugged raindrain.
Kathy lifted her flowing cunt off the still rigid prick and watched the film dissolve from Jean's eyes as she threw a leg across the Cuban's drooling mouth as if she was dismounting a horse. They collapsed on their sides on the adjoining mattresses, panting into each other's faces.
"Jesus Christ," Jean said in utter exhaustion, completely drained.
Then, to Kathy's amazement, Jean smiled at her, a sleepy bedroom grin accentuated by a mischievous twinkle in her eyes. And Kathy realized that she was smiling too, the same half-drunken slight upturn of the lips that had appeared on her face at the moment her body began to run away with her while aboard the Cuban's cock.
My God, what had become of them? Kathy wondered.
They rested, reacquainting themselves in the light of their new shared experiences without speaking. Both realized their lives were altered, that every thread connecting them with their girlish pasts had been severed.
Could Jean ever forgive her? Had she already? Kathy had no more time to think about it.
"Next!" It was Grayson's governing voice, with the threat implied as always.
Jean pushed herself to her feet with an enthused fatalism that puzzled Kathy, whose leaking vagina hurt inside while her ravished walls readjusted, trying without success to locate in positions of the pre-Claudio past.
Claudio fucked Jean oh her back and Kathy was spared from participating. Jean, broader through the pelvis than Kathy, met the challenge of the giant cock with greater ease, once past the terrible splitting of her vagina by the enormous blunt head.
Kathy was startled by how Jean's wanton lewd exhortations at the apex of her intense climax made her own body come alive with intensely rekindled desires.
"Fuck, fuck... oh, fuck!" Jean screamed to the rooftops, oblivious to the vile language pounded out of her body by the scourging prick of the mulatto. He forced her legs back behind her head until Kathy thought they would break off as he unloaded his cumtanks endlessly inside Jean's cunt, the sperm overflowing the tight squeezed lips and trailing down over her prick and tongue-stretched asshole to drip into a sticky white pool on the mattress.
Afterwards as they dressed painfully to leave, the still naked Grayson approached with the two remaining photographs. He held them out.
"We won't need these any more. You cunts know where to come when you want fucking from real men."
Jean snatched the pictures from his hand. She looked at Kathy.
"I think I have a right to see what I worked for."
She studied them closely and her face took on a faraway expression.
"Yes, Craig would be a trifle upset over these. Allow me to do the honors."
Jean picked up her purse and walked over to the fireplace. With her back to Kathy she fed the damning evidence into the flames. She fished in her purse for a cigarette as she watched the paper curl up in blackness and then be consumed by a tongue of fire.
"Let's get the hell out of here," Jean said.
The young women approached the exit. Barker unbolted the door.
"Come see me any time, girls," he sang out loud enough for the others to hear.
Kathy and Jean filed through the front door without looking back, the obscene laughter of their attackers ringing in one of their few orifices still unabused.