Chapter 4
"Doesn't look like this is going to be quite the weekend you'd planned, does it?" Joy asked.
"Huh?" Linda replied, startled by the friendly, conciliatory tone in Joy's voice.
Joy repeated the observation. A realist, she had decided that if she and Linda were to be forced into serving the warped desires of Moon and Sky, they might as well try to find another common ground.
"No, it's nothing at all like the plans I'd made, Linda admitted.
"Don't worry about it," Joy advised. "There's nothing we can do one way or the other. Whatever they're going to do, we can't stop them. And it looks as though the more we protest, the more they're going to torment us. I think that's one reason why they enjoy doing things to you more than to me."
"It's just awful!" Linda said, choking back a sob.
"There's worse, I suppose. After all, that Moon is really hung. God, what a cock he's got on him! I don't think I ever had a guy that was fixed up like him for both length and thickness. He really fills a girl's cunt, all right."
"At least he's a little better than that Sky," Linda replied. "Ugghh! He reminds me of a snake!"
"Yes, he's no dreamboat," Joy admitted. "But even he's not a midget; not in the prick department. I'll have to say either one of them throws a better screw than Paul could ever manage. By the way, speaking of my husband, how many times have you made it with him?"
"Just once," Linda said after a momentary hesitation. "We did it this afternoon just before you arrived."
"Yes, Pete and I caught the tailend of that one," Joy said with a giggle. "If you don't mind my saying so, I rather got the impression that you weren't too pleased with his style. Am I right?"
Linda again paused before answering. She still felt a thin, grudging loyalty to Paul but now, facing unknown threats and frightened thoroughly, she felt an even stronger urge to confide in this strange woman who seemed to shift from contemptuous rejection to warm friendship for her.
"You're right," she finally agreed. "I thought he would be much more ... well, vigorous, more active. Is he always that way? So gentle, so careful about doing it?"
"As long as I've known him he's acted like he was afraid of wearing a girl's cunt out," Joy replied. "If I'd known more about either him or myself I might not have given in when he asked me to marry him. Jesus, I didn't know any better then and since I was already knocked up I decided to let him make an honest woman out of me.
"I didn't know you had any children," Linda remarked in surprise.
"We don't. I decided to have an abortion. But Paul still felt that he ought to get me in front of a preacher. Hell, I didn't know that I was going to love fucking so much! I hadn't been screwed but three or four times when I started working at the bank and I didn't know how I wanted it done. But after we were married awhile, I found out that I wanted a lot more than he was ever willing to give."
"You worked at the bank?" Linda said, again startled by the woman's disclosures.
"Sure, I was part of the secretarial pool," Joy said. "Just fresh out of high school and ready to tumble into bed with the first grownup that made eyes at me. Christ, I was so flattered when he started noticing me, I'd probably have sucked him off in the bank lobby if he'd asked me to. And I wasn't even turned onto eating dick then!"
"I must admit that I was a little disappointed this afternoon," Linda murmured, remembering the way she had hoped for a long, plunging stroke that would send the whole of Paul's lusty prick slithering deep into her cunt.
"You know, I thought a little about trying to give him a suck on the way down here. While we were driving, I mean. I guess that would have been the wrong thing to do."
"He'd have fallen through the floor of the car!" Joy exclaimed. "I'm not kidding, honey, he really doesn't like for anyone to go down on him. He never even liked for me to play with his dick! I remember there were lots of times, right after we were married, that I'd just loved to have kissed his cock, made love to it, after he'd fucked me. I didn't try to but once, though. After that, I made damned sure that I didn't even let him know I'd like to get that thing in my mouth!"
"I've known a few guys that were sort of like that," Linda observed. "I don't think I ever knew one that was quite so ... well, difficult about letting a girl do things like that. Some guys really dig it."
"I know," Joy said with a tone of warm approval. "That Pete, for example. Sure, he's just a hungry stud out for what he can get, but, my God, he loves to fuck and all that other stuff! He's not much for length but honey, he's got a prick that's as big around as my forearm! And does he ever love for a girl to handle it!"
"I'm glad you've told me this," Linda said. "I thought for a while that perhaps I'd done something to offend Paul. You know, that this was why he wasn't any ... well, any more ardent when we made love."
"No, he's always like that. He just gets the head of that thing in the mouth of your cunt and giggles it a little. God knows I've tried enough to get him to ram it in and really give the old cunt a workout, but he just won't do it that way. He's got this idea that a nice girlthe kind he'd marry or take down to the beach for a weekend doesn't want to be fucked really hard and he just won't do it, no matter what."
They lay quietly for a few minutes and then Joy looked over at Linda with a warmed smile. They were lying head and head and it was easy for them to make visual contact.
"I guess if anyone were to bring Paul out of it, you'd be the one," Joy said. "You know, you've got those big boobs, that long-legged, hungry look that just screams out to a man, 'I want to be fucked!' If he didn't get turned on by you I guess he'll never make it at all!"
"I think I've just been complimented," Linda remarked. "But now I wonder if I'll ever get out of here alive. You know, when Moon was doing those things to me, I felt a lot more alive than I've ever been before with a man. And yet I detested him; I hate the thought of being raped; I didn't feel anything but hate and disgust when he started doing those things to me."
"But as soon as you felt a prick start nibbling away at the lips of your pussy, you just went out of control, is that it?" Joy interrupted to say. "Like you couldn't help it but you just had to have some more?"
"That's it exactly!" Linda cried out.
"I know just how you feel," Joy said. "Well, maybe not exactly; I guess I was a little more turned on at first than you were when they began making that fuck talk. But they're sure not a pair of winners, whatever you can say for them."
"It bothers me," Linda complained. "That I could feel such loathing for them and still be affected so much by them. Or not even by them, to be honest; once, when I looked over and saw Moon doing something to you I felt as though I'd die if I didn't get to come immediately!"
"Honey, you've just got a prick-loving pussy," Joy said, adopting a warm, conciliatory tone. "Some girls are that waythey might not think so but whenever they see fucking, or think about itmuch less when they feel a man's cockthey just can't help responding. Face up to it, girl; you've got an active cunt and there's no way you can make it mind its own business. I'm the same way myself. Whenever I see that a man's interested in me my pussy starts heating up and before I know it I've almost scorched the crotch of my panties!"
"I hate myself," Linda muttered, frowning as she considered what she had learned about herself. "I've always prided myself on being independent, self-reliant, able to make up my own mind. And now I find that I'm a slave to what's between my legs. Oh, I feel like a common whore!"
"If what I've heard and read is true," Joy corrected her, "you're nothing like a whore. Those girls, you know, most of them don't get much fun at all out of screwing."
"You're probably right," Linda admitted. "I've heard that too. But you know what I mean; I just feel awful about it!
"There's not much ..." Joy began, and then broke off in silence as the door to the bedroom opened and Moon walked into the room. Sky followed close behind and they stood beside the bed, leering down at the helpless pair. Whatever they had decided during their conversation outside, they appeared unwilling to make it known. Neither Joy nor Linda felt free enough to ask what was coming next.
"You know, that was a good idea," Moon drawled after a long silence. "I mean, about getting that guy in here and having this one chick jerk him off. I'd like to see that big bitch covered with come from head to foot!"
"How about trying the other one?" Sky suggested. "The wop? He might be made out of different stuff."
"Good idea," Moon said. "Go get him and make him strip down. We'll see if he's got any more lead in his pencil than that other freak had."
Sky disappeared into the other room and they could hear him ordering Pete to lie still while he unlocked the handcuffs. They came into the bedroom shortly afterwards; Pete was naked and his hands had been handcuffed behind his back. Linda could not help looking at his prick, as well as at the rest of him. Tall and swarthy, Pete had a very good physique. His broad shoulders and thick chest would have been equally fitting on a professional athlete. A thick mat of crisp, black hair covered most of his body. Linda saw that his prick, limp and dangling, was very shortperhaps only two inches in lengthbut it was already at least as big around as Paul's cock had been when it was fully grown. She knew that the tool would gain some length when it had been brought to a full, throbbing erection and she realized that if its circumference increased proportionately he would indeed provide a woman with many an exciting moment to rememberif she could take it.
"Look at them stones!" Sky jeered. "He's fixed pretty good for a wop, ain't he? Not much for length but he might be able to stretch a cunt out of shape for a few inches!"
"Come on, private eye," Moon said, waving his ever-present pistol at Pete, "crawl up there beside that little chick. See if she can suck up a stiff for you."
Pete was hampered by the awkward position of his hands but he managed to mount the bed and crawl into position beside Joy's face. She was ready enough to provide him with the service Moon had ordered and she began by kissing the heavy, dangling sack and the two huge balls it enclosed.
"Come on, get to work on that cock!" Moon ordered. "Don't waste no time licking his balls; that never done nobody no good!"
Pete moved slightly and lowered himself enough for Joy to get the tip of her tongue onto the head of his prick. In order to get her mouth fully over the head of the organ, however, she needed to have him leaning farther forward. Since his hands were locked behind his back, Pete could not do this without toppling forward.
"Shit, we got to cut one of 'em loose," Sky grumbled when he saw that they could not fully accomplish the plan Moon had devised for them.
"Cut that chick loose," Moon ordered. "No, better untie herwe might need the rope later on."
Sky unfastened the knots holding Joy's arms and legs to the bed and tossed the cords aside.
She sat up, rubbed her wrists thankfully, and looked about. Moon told her to do what had to be done and she rearranged herself, taking up a position so that she could work on Pete's cock and direct it down upon Linda's body when she had brought him to an explosion. Again Linda was struck by the skill and the avidity with which the woman handled the man's prick. Joy seized the tool as though it was the dearest thing in the world to her and there was an expression of happy contentment on her pretty face as she mouthed and caressed the thick lance.
"Nothing wrong with his reactions," Sky commented as she swiftly brought him to a full, quivering erection.
Linda shuddered with a pleasure she could not suppress when she beheld the full magnificence of Pete's tool As Joy had said, it was not especially longperhaps a little over six inchesbut it was fearfully thick. Better still, the purple head flared out into a broad, sweeping ridge and sat upon the sturdy shaft like an obscene crown. She could not help wondering what it would be like to have that absurdly large penis head scraping back and forth in her well-oiled cunt; the very thought brought even more life and moisture to the sensitive lips of her pussy.
"What do you think about that hunk of prick?" Moon asked Linda, grinning with delight at her embarrassed expression. "Think you might feel it if he was to ram that up your funnel?"
"Please don't do it to me anymore," Linda begged. "What have I done to deserve treatment like this? I've never harmed you!"
Her words might as well have been spoken in Chinese for all the effect they had upon Moon. He guffawed at her shame and ordered Joy to work harder.
"You really serious about this?" she asked, looking up with Pete's cock still in her hand. "About me making him shoot off and squirt come all over her?"
"Why the hell do you think I said it?" Moon demanded, drawing back his left hand slightly, as if to deal her another resounding blow. "Of course I mean for you to do it!"
"The only reason I asked," Joy hastened to point out, "is that I know how to make him come really big. I thought if you were serious I'd do it the way I know best."
"Then get the hell to doing it," Moon snarled. "Come on, babe, get your ass on the ball!"
"You're going to love this," Joy purred, looking up at Pete with a light of sensual delight in her eyes. "I'll do it just the way you like it best!"
Pete said nothing but a happy smile spread across his face. Joy's left hand dipped between her thighs; Linda could see it and she noticed that the woman drove her middle finger far up into the mouth of her cunt and moved it about for a moment. When she withdrew her hand, the finger was thickly coated with the cunty oils it had collected. Joy now reached around Pete's hips with her left hand and slipped the middle finger between the cheeks of his ass. Probing delicately for a moment, she found his anus and jabbed the finger into the tiny opening.
"Ummm!" Pete groaned, rolling his eyes as the finger sent a shock of sexual pleasure through his muscular body. "That's it, baby, do it good!"
Joy now leaned forward again and put her mouth back over the head of his cock. Her right fist circled the thick shaft, generously lubricated with saliva from her loving, wet kisses and began pumping furiously. Between the delicious sensations imparted by her middle finger, the frantic activity of her tongue and the steady pumping of her fist, Pete's nervous system collapsed and he surrendered to the erotic tornado she had aroused in him.
"God, you're sucking my balls off!" he cried, lunging forward in an effort to spear her mouth even deeper.
Joy lifted her mouth off his cock. She recognized from long practice that she had stimulated him beyond his endurance and that the climax was not far off. She jabbed her middle finger even deeper and fistfucked him with an even faster stroke. Her right hand glided up and down the glistening shaft with lightning speed, pulling the loose skin back taut and exposing the broad, lust-inflamed prickhead in all its sullen glory.
Pete gave another despairing groan and then straightened up convulsively. A thick stream of come shot out the tip of his prick. The velocity of the first jet was such that it completely overshot Linda's body and spattered against the rumpled sheet. Joy adjusted his aim and the succeeding spurts of semen rained down upon the girl's breasts and belly. Before his balls had given out, Pete covered her with a liberal quantity of the mucilaginous cream.
"I can't let this good stuff go to waste," Joy murmured as the jets turned into a weak dribble and ran down onto her knuckles. She bent forward again and cleansed him with her mouth. By working her fist and her hand in skillful unison she was able to coax a few more droplets of sperm from his balls; these disappeared into her greedy throat.
Linda could see that the woman would have been very happy if even more of that salty, masculine dew had been available to her. For her own part, Linda felt a raging fire roaring away in her womb. The sight of Pete's thick cock, being expertly manipulated by Joy's knowing hands and skilled mouth, had excited her immensely; the sight of that tool spewing out semen had thrilled her even more; the drops of hot sperm splashing on her body had filled her with a throbbing desire to be possessed completely by a super-well-endowed man. Had her hands been freed, she would almost certainly have buried them between her legs and brought herself to the orgasm she wanted, despite the onlookers. As it was, she could only writhe weakly and moan as the spasms of unsatisfied lust wracked her groin.
"What do you want?" Moon asked her in a scornful tone of voice. "You want somebody to stuff a prick up your cunt? Is that what you're blabbering about?"
"No!" Linda cried, forcing her lips to deny the needs that burned within her body. "I don't want anything of the kind!"
"Huh! I bet we could have you begging for a cuntful of cock in no time at all," Moon retorted. "In fact, I just might prove it to you so you'll see that I'm generally right about these things!"
"You can't make me want it!" Linda snapped, successfully finding the courage to put up a false front. "I can do without anything you or any other man's likely to offer me!"
"Let's just see about that," Moon said, handing his pistol to Sky and crawling up onto the bed beside her. "I'm gonna dip my cock in some of the come that wop just shot onto your belly. And then I'll stick it up to you and you'll lick his come off my dick. How's that sound to you, you stuck-up bitch?"
"Ugghh!" Linda said, turning pale at his words.
"All right, don't say I didn't warn you," Moon grunted.
Just as he had threatened, he wiped the head of his pricknow half-swollen with lusty excitement and almost fully as thick as it would ever getover her belly, picking up a generous portion of the creamy sperm Pete had ejaculated onto her. He moved closer, bringing the spermy rod closer to her lips. She watched the approach of that nauseous morsel, eyeing it as though it were a rattlesnake, and kept her lips closed tightly.
The sight of Moon's prick seemed to hypnotize her. She could not turn her face away, though it would have been easy to do so. A long, ropy strand of come dripped down from the tip of his prick and finally dropped squarely onto her full, crimson lips. Before she could seize control of her impulses, her tongue darted forth and sucked the droplet of sperm into her mouth. The taste, salty and ripe with male lust, caused her head to reel with sensual excitement and she knew that she could not long resist the temptation to suck the prick that was being offered her. Moon added to her temptation by reaching down to caress one of her nipples. The effect of his fingers was electric: her cunt began throbbing even more furiously and it seemed that she had turned into a gigantic cunt, aching and yearning for penetration by a prick.
"Tell you what," Moon whispered, continuing to massage the nipple and to add to her discomfort, "If you'll just suck my dick clean I'll give it back to you in the cunt! Yeah, lick my cock off and I'll shove it so far up your funnel you'll never stop coming! Wouldn't that be a fair shake? Shit, girlie, you couldn't ask for more than that!"
Linda closed her eyes and tried to force words into her throat. She wanted to tell him that she utterly rejected his supposed "bargain," which sounded like substituting one depravity for another; instead she said something quite different.
"I'll do it!" she cried, closing her eyes tightly and opening her lips to the prick hanging near them. "Mmmm! Glbb!"
Moon chuckled heartily as the girl closed her lips around his cock and lifted her head, forcing her lips even farther down upon the tool. Linda sucked him with a driving, furious intensity as if she intended to wrench the sperm from his balls with her mouth alone. She moaned wildly as her tongue flickered up and down the sperm-laden length; the taste of Pete's come, together with the riper cunt oils left on the tool when Joy had slipped her own juicy cunt around it, were enough to turn Linda into a perfect dervish. She strained madly at her bonds and writhed in ecstasy as her pussy and clitoris began humming with renewed vigor.
"Do it to me!" she cried out when Moon at last removed his prick. "Fuck me! Fuck my cunt! Fill it with cock! I'm dying to come; I'll die if I don't get fucked!"
Again and again she begged for the stroke that would ease the torment in her loins. Moon took his time in settling between her thighs and fixing the head of his prick against the lips of her pussy. Linda continued to moan and plead for the weapon; one would have thought that she had moved over into total delirium. Moon hesitated a moment after he had seated the head of his cock between the lips of her pussy, then lunged forward in a bulllike rush that sent every bit of his massive tool plowing into her overheated cunt.
"Owww! Oohh! Aiiiee!" Linda wailed, nearly torn in two by the vicious thrust. "Omigod! I'm coming all over! Oh, do it, do it! Fuckfuckfuck! FUCK MY CUNT!"
Her cries turned into incoherent wails as the orgasmic fury mounted within her young body. Her nipples throbbed with vitality; her clitoris sung with sensual glory; every portion of her body resounded to the mighty strokes of Moon's cock. He pistoned in and out of her at a rapid rate, seating the head of his tool in her cervix at every stroke and bringing gasps of wondering joy to her lips. Again and again he fucked his cock home, ripping and gouging at her until it seemed that her cunt would surely be torn loose from its moorings. Long after her own climax had faded away into a series of limp, semi-conscious groans he continued to pump furiously. Finally he uttered an exasperated oath and rolled off her, looking down at his still-erect tool with anger.
"Shit, I thought I had another come about worked up!" he snorted. "Damn, I could almost feel it! Well, I guess I'll just have to wait a while longer and try again."
"Might not be no bad idea," Sky agreed, pointing to Moon's watch. "It's eleven o'clock, almost."
"Hey, you're right," Moon agreed, shaking his head as if to drive out the last lusty mists. "We'd better get down to the beach and be ready for the signal."
"I'm gonna put some clothes on," Sky told him. "It's getting cold outside."
"Yeah, it ain't no time for skinny dipping," Moon said. "Okay, let me find my shirt and pants. And we better tie that other chick up too can't tell when the dumb cunt will decide to run away."
"I'm not going anywhere," Joy protested.
Her promises had no effect on the men. when they walked out of the bedroom she again laid next to Linda, tied hand and foot to the frame of the bed and unable to move more than an inch in any direction. She sighed wearily and tried to make herself as comfortable as possible, which was a difficult feat due to the position.