Chapter 3
"I'll bet you never had a come like that when Paul was fucking you," Joy said when Linda at last opened her eyes and looked around with wonder. "He's nice in his way but he doesn't believe in an all-out fuck!"
Now that the first gust of passionate arousal had passed, Linda felt far more clearly her shame at having willingly participated in the shameful episode which had brought her such excruciating pleasure.
"It's not so!" she replied, averting her face and trying to convince herself that she had not enjoyed the feeling of Moon's prick boring deep into her body. "How can you say such a thing!"
"Because it's true," Joy replied, shrugging carelessly. "All right, these guys might not be top-drawer society. So what? When it comes to fucking, they seem to know their business well enough!"
"That's the way to talk," Sky told her.
He had pulled his prick away from Joy when Moon had moved back between Linda's legs and had begun caressing the long, limp hulk with his own fingers. Joy continued to finger her own cunt, however; she worked her finger back and forth with a slow, deliberate motion, as if she were out to enjoy the contract rather than seeking to bring herself to another climax.
"How about you, girlie?" Moon asked, rearing up from Linda's body and looking over at Joy. "You want a mouthful of fresh-fucked prick? I've got a real wet one here."
"I'd love it," Joy replied, almost visibly licking her thick lips in anticipation. "Just feed the meat to me!"
"Hey, I'd like some of that!" Linda said, forgetting for the moment that she hated Moon and everything about him.
Her only response was a sharp cuff across the cheek and an order to keep her mouth shut.
"I'll give it to you when I feel like giving it to you," he snapped. "If you wanna eat dick, try going down on Sky!"
"Yeah, I'll slip mine into that come hole of yours and then you can suck it all you want," Sky said with a sly leer. "Won't that be about as good? I bet you can't tell one prick from another, anyway!"
"Please, don't make me suck it," Linda begged. "I don't like it; I don't know what made me say that just now!"
"Don't pay her no mind," Moon advised as he rolled onto his back and motioned for Joy to go to work on his semi-tumescent prick. "She's the sort that might not like it at first but she'll come around, once she gets her lips onto a nice, hard cock!"
Sky maneuvered himself between her legs. His prick was too limp to be forced into her cunt, even though the hairy slit was dripping sperm freely. He pumped his fist up and down the shaft of the tool a few times until it was stiff enough and then eased it into the girl's cunt. She gasped with shame at the sudden invasion and continued to plead with Sky not to complete the wicked act he had outlined. Sky paid no attention to her.
"Come on," he told her, grunting with pleasure as he sheathed almost the entire length of his prick in her cunt, "I'm just putting a little sauce on it for you! I just want to make it a lot tastier for you, that's all!"
"I won't do it. You can't make me do it," Linda protested.
"Shit, if I wanted to put my mind to it I could have you begging me just to piss on you," Sky chuckled. "But I don't want to go to all that trouble, see? I just want to see you suck my dick for a while!"
He pulled his tool out of her cunt and scrambled upward, bringing the sodden instrument closer to her face. In spite of her revulsion Linda could not help looking down. She saw a generously proportioned prick, almost fully erect and ready for action. It glistened wetly in the soft light and as she watched a dribble of sperm ran off the tip and dripped down onto her right breast. She writhed as the warm liquid trickled down the slope of that lovely mound; it was as though a vial of acid had been dropped on her. Sky brought the foul tool closer. She could smell the ripe, salty scent of Moon's semen; mixed with the musky fragrance of her own cunt, it exerted a powerfully exciting force upon her.
"Here, just a taste," Sky said, forcing the head of his cock against her lips.
Linda could not prevent her lips from opening to receive the gift. Her tongue darted forth from between her teeth, tasted of the ripe mixture of juices covering the prick and then her mouth opened wider. In spite of her revulsion for the man, she could not pass up the opportunity of enclosing his prick in her mouth. The mingled tastes fired her brain with lust and she could feel her clitoris twang immediately with renewed life:
"Hey, looka there!" Sky gleefully crowed. "She's eating wet dick just like it was candy!"
"I told you she'd come around," Moon said. "And this little hunk of cocksucker here, she ain't doing none too bad!"
Joy had succeeded in bringing his thoroughly fucked prick back into a fine state of hardness. The fact that it had just been taken from another woman's cunt did nothing to dissuade her from devouring his cock; if anything, it seemed even to inflame her all the more. Her right hand circled the big tool, working up and down in unison with the action of her skilled mouth and tongue, and her left hand cupped the heavy balls laying beneath the base of the organ.
"No need to get so energetic with it," Moon told her. "I shot all my come up that other chick's cunt!"
"Wanna bet?" Joy muttered, lifting her mouth off him and looking up with a devilish glint. "Suppose I were to give you something really special? What if I were to give you a combination fuck-blow job? With maybe a little jerk job thrown in? Huh? That brings the old prick up a little more, doesn't it?"
"Go ahead, if you're so fucking hot for it," Moon told her. "I ain't got nothing but time. If you want to give it a try, hop to it!"
Linda was fully conscious of this dialogue even though she was getting her mouth stuffed with prick. She could not imagine what a "combination fuck-blow job" was, but the term had a certain interest to her. By twisting her head only slightly she discovered that she had a ringside view of the feat which Joy attempted to perform. She continued to mouth the prick which Sky had thrust at her even as she watched the woman prepare herself.
Moon had laid down with his head toward the foot of the bed. Joy had been kneeling over him with her head pointing toward his feet as she bobbed her mouth up and down the shaft of his prick. Now she moved into a sitting position, straddling him and still facing his feet. She reached between her legs, catching his prick and bringing it into an upright position. As it reared up, it snuggled into place against the long, feverish slit of her pussy. She rubbed it against the tender flesh, smiling happily as she did so.
"You just need to get some pussy drip on that tool," she purred as she moved his prick back and forth, rubbing it over her entire vulva. "Yes, I'll get you oiled up nice and then I'll really give you a treatment! You might think those balls of yours don't have any come left in them but I think I can show you that they have!"
Linda was excellently placed to be able to see every detail of this exciting action. She widened her eyes in surprise when she saw Moon's thick, lengthy cock rub against the swollen, discolored lips of the women's pussy. Joy rubbed her fingers into the womanly slit and transferred her cunty oils to the prick, rubbing her fingers into it gently. Then she grasped it firmly and began pumping. She gave him quick strokes, gripping him tightly, and gurgled with pleasure.
"Ahh, I love to jack a man off when he's wet from my cunt!" she cried. "You can really go to town on him then!"
Linda's heart began racing madly when she understood what Joy intended and could see every intimate detail. The sight of the woman's pussy, distended and ready for action, stirred her deeply and the way Joy's hand flashed up and down the length of Moon's cock affected her even more strongly. When she saw Joy stop fist-fucking him, however, and adjust his prick to nose into the lips of her pussy, she thrilled all over. The conical, arrow-like tip of the tool splayed the lips apart as it searched for the cuntal crevice. She forced him into place with a quick push of her fingers and the lethal tool disappeared into her body. Linda saw the flesh push inward, pulled out of shape by the size of Moon's prick.
At last she could see what happened to her own pussy whenever a manespecially a man with the dimensions of Moonpried his way into her own cunt. She had often wondered what that sight must be; so far she had never felt sufficiently at ease to be able to make a proper investigation. Her eyes widened still farther as Joy lowered herself upon the tool, taking still more of it into her cunt and then began writhing to and fro. The sight affected her far more strongly than she would ever have imagined and she felt her own pussy begin throbbing angrily.
"Here, I'm tired of this," Sky grumbled, jerking his prick away from her mouth. "I'm gonna try that cunt of yours for a change."
He moved down his victim's body and socketed his prick with a quick, easy motion. Linda was hardly aware of his entrance; her attention was completely occupied with watching Joy's cunt devour the prick rearing up from Moon's body. It seemed to her that the woman's pussy had become a kind of primeval monster, a carnivorous instrument intent upon eating every inch of the man's prick. Joy's hand dipped down farther, found the heavy balls in the sack below, and brought them up. As she forced herself down upon the base of his prick, she gathered up the manly eggs and began rubbing them into the lips of her pussy and her clitoris.
"Ahh! Ugghh!" she groaned, wincing with pleasure as she moved her hips around the spike on which she had impaled herself.
"Eehh!" Linda responded, feeling the sting of Sky's prick as he shoved it deep into her cunt.
"Yeah, that brought you around, didn't it?" Sky demanded, amused with her anguished reaction to the plunging stroke he had dealt her. "You're something else, you areyou claim you hate it but when you get a cuntful of prick you really take off!"
It was true, Linda had to admit to herself. Even though she loathed Sky especiallyshe could not have given a reason; she simply hated the very sight of himher cunt and her clitoris seemed quite unaware of her feelings toward him. They responded ardently to the pressure of his cock and her hips began bobbing of their own accord. Sky was fucking her with quick, jerky movements. She found it difficult to adjust to the jagged rhythm of his thrusts but she tried diligently, knowing that this would produce the most pleasure for her. Just as she was on the verge of falling into step with him, he removed his prick from her cunt.
"Don't!" she cried, distressed by the removal of the long rod. "I was just getting used to it!"
"Who gives a shit what you're getting used to?" Sky grunted. "Keep your ass still, bitch; I'm running this show!"
He held himself on one hand and reached down to enclose the head of his cock with the other. He put the open end of his fist next to Linda's pussy and resumed his motions. This time his prick loomed out of his fist and nudged into the mouth of her cunt; he then withdrew it so that he was actually fucking his fist more than her cunt.
"This is a lot better," he grunted. "When I come I'm gonna douse that pussy of yours with come! I don't want to shoot it in you; I'll just squirt it over the outside!"
Linda shuddered with disgust. What kind of man is this, she asked herself, who'd rather jack himself off than fuck a hot, tight cunt? Sky's threat confirmed her dislike of him and she turned her head away from his leering face. Her eyes fell upon Joy, who had dismounted from Moon's big tool and was now avidly sucking it. Her head bobbed steadily, forcing her mouth around the tool in a way that brought evident pleasure to the man. Moon's hands forced her head farther down upon his rod and his hips flexed, working the tool in and out of her mouth.
"Keep it up!" he groaned, tensing his thighs and shoving upward heartily. "I'll drown you with come, you prick-loving whore!"
When his climax hit, Joy groaned with pleasure. Linda was placed so that she could see the man's balls and the big vein running up the base of his cock; she saw the balls twitch and then the vein began swelling spasmodically as the semen gushed through it. She knew that Joy had succeeded in coaxing yet another climax from the man and her heart ached with excitement as she saw the woman take the entire load in her mouth. Only a small quantity of Moon's come escaped her hungry throat; a dribble of thick, creamy sperm oozed out the corner of her mouth and edged down over her knuckles. Linda's eyes, wide with awed wonder, traced the course of that trickle of semen until it disappeared into the thick growth of dark hair surrounding the base of Moon's cock.
"Hey, pay some attention to what I'm doing!" Sky complained. "You worthless whore, you're just a goddamned Peeping Tom! I'll show you, you pussy freak!"
He suddenly released his prick and brought his hand across one of her swollen breasts with a painful slap. Flames of agony shot through her upper body and she shrieked. Sky giggled insanely at the pain he had caused and resumed his phallic grip. He continued working his prick through his fist and into the mouth of Linda's cunt. After the worst of the pain had subsided she realized that she was even more aroused, if possible, and that she was still eagerly humping upward whenever she felt the head of his cock nudging at the lips of her pussy.
Sky's technique had the effect of arousing her completely but not satisfying her. Once she had felt the full brunt of Moon's mammoth prick being rammed into the depths of her cunt she wanted more of that deliciously exciting sensation. Sky, however, seemed determined to stir up her hungers without satisfying them.
"Give it to me!" she begged, writhing about as best she could and lifting her hips in an attempt to get more of the wonderful rod into her cunt. "Fuck it deep! I want it all in my cunt!"
He ignored her frantic pleas and continued to tease the mouth of her cunt. Her moaning cries and frustration affected him deeply and he soon lifted himself up farther, removing his prick from her pussy and continuing to pump furiously with his fist. By thrusting the head of the tool into the girl's juicy hole, he had greased it sufficiently for his palm to slide back and forth easily. Suddenly he grunted, stiffened and then began spurting thick gobs of sperm through his fist. The jets arced out, spattering against the flesh of Linda's pussy and drenching the honey-brown fur with the thick, creamy oil. She felt one shot spatter against her clitoris; the effect was electrifying. It did not satisfy her, unfortunately, and she was left with a terrifically active throb in the depths of her body.
Moon and Sky ignored her wailing pleas for relief. They sneered at her cries and reminded her that earlier she had shown only the greatest disdain for them. Even Joy was affected by Linda's plight; she looked as though she would have liked to help but dared not offend the vicious men who had taken over the beach house.
"Shut up your stupid mouth!" Moon barked, reaching over to slap her twice across the face. "So what if you're left high and dry? You probably got plenty of guys hot enough to have the stone ache and never gave a thought to what they might be feeling!"
"What time's it getting to be?" Sky asked.
"Eight-thirty," Moon replied after looking at his watch. "We got lots of time. Hey, let's go get something to drink. Maybe we can get this cunt here to make us something to eat."
They stalked out of the bedroom, ignoring Linda, and followed Joy into the kitchen. Pete and Paul were still secured to the pillar; they began complaining as soon as Moon and Sky were in the living room.
"Shut up your wop mouth!" Moon snarled at Pete.
He walked over to the private detective and kicked him with his heel; the violent blow drove the breath from Pete's lungs and left him wretching on the floor. Upon seeing that, Paul immediately closed his mouth and said nothing more.
"Yeah, that's real smart," Moon told him. "You keep on yapping and I'll put on my shoes so I can really kick in some ribs. I'd as soon shoot your balls off as to look at you, so just keep it in mind, pal!"
Joy scrambled some eggs, fried half a package of sausage and made a huge pot of coffee. Moon and Sky ate most of it, allowing her a small portion, and complimented her on her kitchen skills. Otherwise they said nothing.
"Leave the dishes," Moon ordered her when they had finished. "No, I got a better ideaSky, go unlock that guy that's naked. He's your old man, ain't he, girlie?"
"He's my husband," Joy said. "Wh ... what are you going to do with him?"
"Relax, we ain't gonna waste him," Moon told her. "Not unless he starts acting up and playing the hero. Why? You still sold on him? The way you was humping your ass and eating dick in there it didn't seem like you was any too hot on him!"
"He's not a bad sort," Joy said. "I'd hate to see him get killed."
"He won't be if he does what we tell him," Moon said.
When Sky brought Paul into the kitchen, Moon ordered him to clean up after the meal. Joy had to smile at that; as long as they had been married Paul had never lifted a finger to help with any of the housework. As soon as his salary at the bank had permitted, to be sure, he had hired a maid but he had never done any of the work himself.
"And you," Moon, gesturing to Joy, "you get your hot little ass over her and sit down." He directed her to sit in his lap, with her back toward his face, and to bring him to another erection. It amused him, he said, to have his cock in her in full view of her husband while he was doing dishes. Paul flushed brightly at that but said nothing. Sky, standing in another corner of the kitchen, watched the proceedings with grim amusement. Joy sat as she was told and, reaching between her thighs, began fondling the lengthy prick she found below them. She rubbed the somnolent cock into the lips of her pussy, visibly pleased at the contact, and soon had him stiff as ever.
"Now put it in," Moon told her. "Just raise up and sit down on it."
She did so, sighing tenderly as the thick weapon pried open the mouth of her cunt and slid into the moist tunnel. Moon ordered her to begin fingering her clitoris but warned her not to move up and down.
"Just sit there and do it to yourself with your finger," he said. "I wanna see how long it'll take you to come that way."
"I was never very good at doing it to myself," Joy warned him. "It might not work."
"That's right," Paul added with cold sarcasm. "She's only interested in fuckingthe bigger and thicker the prick the better. She's like all the other whores around!"
"Buddyboy, you lip off just once more and I'll grind you up and put you down that sink," Moon warned. "This chick's sitting on my prick and I like it. You just wash and dry, that's all."
They maintained that situation until Paul had finished the dishes, cleaning them to Sky's satisfaction. Joy had spent considerable effort in massaging her clitoris but was no closer to a climax than she had been when she had first slipped his cock into her cunt. Moon slapped her rump loudly and told her to get up.
"Okay, for fucking and sucking you're all right," he told her, "but doing it yourself? You ain't nowhere at all!"
"What about the guy?" Sky asked. "Want me to lock him up?"
Moon started to agree and then reversed himself. "Nah, bring him back into the bedroom. I got an idea," he said with a wicked grin that promised no good.
Once they were back in the bedroom, where Linda remained securely tied, Moon revealed the amusement his warped mind had devised. He ordered Paul to kneel upon the bed at Linda's side.
"Now you," he ordered, looking at Joy, "You get up here beside him and see if you can get some life in that prick of his. When you get him hardthat's if he's got any life at all in him! I want you to give him one of them combination blow-and-jerk jobs like you gave me. But I want you to make him pop his nuts onto that chick's bellyreally hose her down with come!"
Linda writhed helplessly at hearing this. To be turned into a receptacle for Paul's sperm, to be forced to lie there like a Christmas turkey while his own wife sucked and masturbated him to a climax, and to be able to do nothing about it! The thought sickened her. As soon as she saw Joy kneel beside him and take his limp, massive prick into her hands, however, a different feeling began creeping over her. The way in which the woman handled his prick, easing the loose skin off the big head and working it back over the ridge, affected her deeply and she felt her clitoris begin twitching nervously. In spite of the indignity to which she was being subjected, her hyperactive pussy responded to that exciting scene and she knew that she was being aroused again.
"This might not work out just the way you wanted," Joy warned as she fondled her husband's cock. "He never liked to be sucked off, you know."
"Jesus, what kind of freak is that guy?" Moon wanted to. know. He's hung like a junior studhorse; don't he like using that thing?"
"He likes it well enough," Joy admitted, "but he doesn't like for a woman to French him. He's funny that way."
"I'll say!" Moon exclaimed. "Maybe we shouldda brought Tommy along, Sky!"
"Yeah, maybe the guy's a faggot," Sky grinned. "How about that, lover boy? You like for the pansies to eat that dick of yours?"
"Don't be asinine," Paul whispered, flushing a deeper shade of red. "Whatever my failings might be, they certainly don't include homosexuality!"
"My, my, don't he talk pretty!" Sky exclaimed.
"I guess it comes from working in a bank so long," Joy said.
"A bank? What the hell, you mean we got us a real live banker here?" Moon asked, fixing an interested look on Paul.
"He's vice-president at the Garden Falls State Bank," she said. "In charge of security, among other things. Also, it looks, in charge of breeding the secretarial staff. Or are you taking the Pill, dear?"
Linda did not reply to that jibe. She was seething with rage at the way these men were humiliating Paul and she felt very strongly that Joy was cooperating with them far more than necessary.
"Hey, Sky, let's go outside for a while," Moon said, obviously struck by an idea of some sort. "We got some things to talk about."
"What about this freak?" Sky asked, gesturing to Paul. "And the chick here? It looks like she ain't gonna be able to get much life into that cock of his."
It was true. Despite her best effortsand she had been holding nothing back in her effort to arouse himJoy had not succeeded in bringing Paul to an erection. His prick still hung down limply; it might have grown slightly but it was far too flaccid to be of any use.
"I'll take him back and put the cuffs back on him," Moon growled. "The chick? Use some more of that rope and tie her up like the other one. I don't trust her; she might get some ideas of her own and split while we're gone."
Sky motioned her onto the bed. Recognizing that there was nothing she could do to prevent them from carrying out their plan, Joy submitted and allowed herself to be trussed up. When the man finished knotting the strong cords around her limbs and the frame of the bed, she could barely move. He looked over his work, chuckled his approval, and went out of the room.