Chapter 7

As soon as Linda had roused herself from the dulled state produced by the violent series of orgasms she had experienced, Moon told her that he would be getting in touch with her soon. He suggested that she would shortly begin to feel the need for further sexual excitement and that she would not be able to find it anywhere except in his company.

"We're the only ones that can make that sweet little cunt of yours hum and sing," he told her. "That banker friend of yours, he couldn't begin to give you the kind of fucking you really want. And remember this too: when you get home don't wash off that pussy of yours! Let the come dry on it so it'll get a nice, ripe, sexy smell to it. I want you to be thinking about pussy and pricks all the time!"

"I'll do exactly what you say," Linda promised, her voice curiously disjointed, as if part of her mind were still asleep or perhaps elsewhere.

After she had pulled on her dress, Moon and Sky threw on some clothes and drove her back to her apartment. They dropped her off three blocks from her apartment complex and drove away.

"Okay, now what the hell is all this about?" Sky demanded as they drove away from the girl. "Yeah, I can tell that she's a good piece of ass but what the hell, ass is easy to find in this town."

"Sure it is," Moon agreed, "but where you gonna find a hot little cunt like that who also works in a bank? Huh?"

"Hey, I'd forgot about that!"

"Yeah, I figured you had. And besides that, she works for the bird that runs the bank's securityhow's that grab you? I called up the big boy and he said it wouldn't hurt none to start working on her, getting her convinced that we got the answer to her problems. You know, just in case we might decide to knock over that bank some day. Hell, she could give us the complete layout of the bank's vaults, alarm system, guards, the whole fucking works!"

"Man! It's just like having an inside contact!" Sky marveled.

"She is an inside contact," Moon corrected him. "And all we got to do is keep getting her heated up, making her want prick more than she ever wanted it before, and before you know it all she'll have to do is hear my voice, or yours, and see a dick and she'll think somebody put a blowtorch between her legs!"

"How does that acid work?" Sky asked. "I still don't see why we have to get a chick high on acid to make it happen."

"I'm not sure myself," Moon admitted. "That's the big boy's idea. He picked it up from some college freak. But somehow, when the chick's spaced out fairly well, she really listens to what you say. And when she comes down, it's like you were still there talking to her, saying the same thing over and over. What the hell, who cares how it works? It works, that's the main thing!"

Linda watched the car drive away before she turned to walk back to her apartment. She paid no attention to the few Sunday afternoon pedestrians on the sidewalk, though they noticed her. Her tousled hair, the vacant look on her face, the rumpled condition of her dress all suggested a girl returning from a night of wild revelry. She ignored the steady trickle of semen running out the lips of her pussy and staining her thighs; Moon's ejaculation had been a large one and the sperm was already beginning to dry on parts of her body.

When she got back to her apartment she made straight for her bedroom and fell upon the bed, not even bothering to remove her dress. She slept for over twelve hours, waking up in the early hours of Monday morning. After fighting her way out of the deep slumber into which she had fallen, she realized that the jangling telephone at her bedside had awakened her.

"Hello," she mumbled into the mouthpiece.

"It's Paul," she heard. "We just got back into town a little while ago. Are you all right?"

"I'm all right," she said, more awake now. "You got loose, then?"

"Yes, someone came shortly after sunup," he told her. "We said that a gang of housebreakers had tied us up. I don't know that the police were very happy with the story but we stuck to it so they had to take it."

"That's good," Linda said.

"Linda, I ... I don't think I'd better see you again," he added, dropping into an apologetic tone. "Outside the bank, I mean."

"You're probably right," she agreed, showing not a sign of regret at his decision to drop her from his life. "I'll see you Tuesday then. Goodbye; thanks for calling."

She hung up the phone and tried to go back to sleep. After spending a fruitless half hour trying to get back to sleep, she got out of bed and pulled off her dress. Switching on the bedroom lights, she stood before her dressing table's mirror and critically examined her reflected self. There was little visible evidence, at that range, of her orgiastic experiences. Her hair was matted and rumpled, of course, but otherwise she looked exactly as she had looked Thursday night when she had again stood before that same mirror and surveyed her naked body.

Her face showed no signs of the lewd, perverted scenes it had witnessed, though when she ran the tip of her scarlet tongue over her lips she could still taste a faint, redolent reminder of sensualitythe remainder of the cunt she had lapped out of Judy's eager young body. Was it possible that she, Linda Maddison, had done so horrible a thing? That she had willingly put her lips to a foul, unwashed pussy, ripe with crusted sperm and stale from long, frequent use, and devoured that unique morsel? She could remember with perfect clarity eating Judy's cunt; she could also remember the other exciting things that had happened to her. Yet it seemed that these things had happened to another creature, not to her.

Linda looked down at her left breast, tracing the pear-shaped outline of the big nipple and remembering. Yes, it had been this very nipple, hard and dark with lusty fervor, which had felt the exciting touch of Judy's pussy; it had earlier been coated with the rank juices from the girl's cunt and it had also felt the magical warmth of the girl's lips and tongue. She dropped her eyes down to her firm, flat belly: yes, there was still a dried, gray crust on her skin, a visible reminder of how someone had aimed a giant, stiff prick at her and directed a flow of hot, spurting come onto her flesh. She remembered the way Joy had sucked him, had fucked him with her mouth and fist until he had been driven to the point of no return, and had then removed her mouth to allow the heavenly shower of scalding love dew to splash down onto her body.

She reached out for a hand mirror and placed it on the bench before the dressing table. Straddling the bench, she positioned herself so she could examine the hairy slit guarding the entrance to her cunt. The golden-brown fur was thickly matted; it seemed as if someone had poured glue over all her loins. This was not glue, however, that dried into gray-white flakes; nor was it glue that gave off such a violently exciting odor. She reached down with both hands, using her index fingers to pull the outer lips of her pussy apart. Immediately a much stronger odor wafted up to her nostrilsthe scent of maleness mixed with her hungry, yearning female slit!

They fucked me! she thought to herself, her eyes narrowing as she examined every area of her pussy. Oh, they fucked me till I thought I was going to die! And none of that tame, gentlemanly kind of screwing that Paul likes so much; they came up to me with great, huge, hard cocks and rammed them in my cunt until I thought I was being split in two! They shoved them in deep, so deep I nearly died, and then shot hot, sticky come all over my cunt! They made me let it drip out so it would make me stink like a common whore, that's what they did!

Linda's examination of herself led to a drastic change in the condition of her pussy. Instead of remaining the small, vaguely warm opening it had been, it now became a huge, inflamed sore, a festering wound begging for attention of the most drastic kind. She responded to the call and drove two fingers of her right hand into the taut, trembling mouth of her cunt. The sudden, angry penetrationshe did not slide the fingers in gently; she rammed them in with a harsh, abrupt gesturebrought a low moan of pleasure to her lips. Suddenly she remembered another exciting vision from the weekend: Joy was kneeling beside her, one hand clasped to her pussy and the other reaching around behind to drive a finger into her avaricious anus. She also remembered, with a sudden flash of sensual feeling, the way she had tingled all over when she felt Moon's heavy, hairy balls rubbing intimately against her own asshole.

"My ass!" she said to herself. "I'll fuck myself in the ass at the same time! Ass and cunt together, that's the way I'll do it!"

She reached back with her free hand and tried to force her middle finger into the tiny, puckered opening between her buttocks. Finding the passage too dry and too narrow to admit her finger, she moistened it in the juicy mouth of her cunt and tried again. This time the finger slipped into place, bringing a muffled squeal of ecstatic approval from deep in her throat. She felt her body responding in every pore as she finger-fucked herself; she remembered flashes of exciting scenes from the weekend and deliberately aroused herself as quickly as she could.

"Fuck!" she murmured in a low, tense tone. "Fuck my ass, fuck my cunt, fuck me everywhere! Oohh, fuck my mouth! Come, you bitch, come all over your hands and make it good!"

Over and over she repeated the lewdest, most obscene phrases that came to mind. Her hips worked to and fro; her buttocks tightened up into hard knots of muscles as she forced her pussy into her hand with ever-increasing vigor. Her middle finger worked its way deeper into her ass, bringing more and more pleasure of a deeply exciting kind, and soon she found herself shaking violently as her womb burst apart, showering waves of exultant joy down into her cunt and over her probing fingers. She spread the fingers apart, stretching the mouth of her cunt as far as possible; the added sensation brought another delicious spasm of sensual delight coursing through her loins.

Linda held her hands in place until the tremors ceased. When she was sure that she had extracted the last morsel of pleasure from her body, she removed her hands. She held up the hand she had used to probe her cunt, sniffing delicately at the strong odor of mixed male-female sexuality; the scent inflamed her brain again and she popped the fingers into her mouth. Her tongue curled against the fingers, tasting the liquid sex, and then she removed her hand.

"No more of that for now," she decided. "I think I'll wash my hair, maybe take a bath."

She began running water into the tub, as was her custom, but after a moment felt a strong urge to take a shower instead. She could not account for the urge; she knew only that she did not want to allow her pussy to sit in a tub of hot, soapy water. She got under the shower and washed her hair well, taking plenty of time, and then rinsed off her upper body. As she lathered the face towel and started to put it between her thighs, she again felt a very strong urge: she found that she actively wanted not to sponge off her pussy.

Strange, she thought to herself. I've always wanted to wash it out before, after a man's shot come into my cunt. But now I think I'll just let it stay the way it is for a whilewe'll see what happens if I let it go without a wash for a few days!

Without even knowing it, she was becoming a captive to Moon's perverted suggestions. Linda felt a very slight sense of uneasiness, as though something were wrong in a very small, very remote corner of her life, but the worry was not great enough to be worth more than a moment's notice. She dried herself off after getting out of the shower and combed out her hair. Taking a look at the alarm clock when she emerged from the bathroom, she saw that it was already four-thirty. Too early for breakfast, she decided, but she did not feel the need to go back to sleep. She wrapped her hair in a dry towel, picked up a robe and then discarded itthe sensation of walking around her apartment nude had a special charm all its own, she foundand finally sat down in her living room's easy chair.

After finding that sitting was even more boring than trying to go back to sleep, she fixed her breakfast. The rest of the morning passed slowly, as she could not shake off the feeling that something was missing from her life. Several times she started to call Paul, but she never even got as far as the telephone; she knew that his ineffectual, timid ways were not what she wanted on that morning. Finally she understood what had been gnawing at her ever since she had awakened; her clitoris was throbbing at a slow, dull pace! The organ's condition was not sufficiently critical for her to resort to masturbation but she was definitely aware of it.

"I'm just horny," she decided. "Well, not really horny, but I could get that way in a hurry!"

A vision of Moon's gigantic cock flashed into her mind and she felt her clitoris respond with a sudden, twanging resonance that took her breath away. Ahh, to have that huge tool spearing her loins again, tearing the walls of her cunt apart and lifting her into transports of sexual elation! She lay back in her chair and spread her legs wide, hoping to ease the pressure on the tiny mound of sexual sensitivity, but nothing she could do would ease its increasing distress. Twice she tried pacifying herself by clawing at her cunt; her probing fingers succeeded only in further arousing her and adding more heat to the flame in her body. She was on the verge of attempting to give herself relief a third time when the telephone arrested her hand's progress.

"Needing a little fuck action?" a coarse, all too familiar voice asked when she answered.

"God, yes!" she breathed, knowing that the caller had the answer to her extremely urgent needs. "I'm dying for a fuck! My cunt's throbbing like a sprained ankle!"

"All right, go over to 117 Elm Street, second floor," Moon told her. "Just walk on in; somebody'll be there to take care of you!"

Linda dressed feverishly, throwing on a dress and forgetting all about bras, panties, and hose. She rushed out of her apartment house and made her way across town to the address, which was located just off the edge of the business district. The apartment was over a bakery, closed for that day's celebration; she went upstairs and opened the door. As soon as her eyes adjusted to the half light of the room she saw that Moon was lying sprawled on a mattress against the far wall. Judy was sitting over him, naked, and had driven the mouth of her cunt down over the broad stem of his cock.

"Come on in," he told her. "And close the door behind you. Get them clothes off and get your ass over here!"

She did as she was told, noticing at the same time that Sky was also in the room. He was stripped too and was sitting in a chair giving him an excellent view of Judy's cunt and Moon's prick. His hand stroked the shaft of his prick as he watched the pair screw.

"Judy's just getting my cock oiled up good," Moon explained. "She's too spaced out to be able to come, but she sure digs feeling a prick going in her hole! She's gonna fuck me awhile longer; you can come over and lick my prick, maybe chew on her snatch while she's fucking me."

"Can't I just have the cock?" Linda asked. "I'm dying to fuck; you know I am. I've been wet and hot all morning!"

"Judy needs a little fun too," Moon said, shaking his head. "Her brain's already cooked; she shot too much speed when she was a kid to be able to tell night from day now, but she deserves a little fun too. You'll do it just the way I tell you to! And as soon as you come over her and start working on us, Sky there'll give your pussy a little rub with his cock. He might even want to ram his dick up your ass!"

Linda's heart throbbed at an even faster clip when she heard that. Her ass still remembered the delirious excitement her finger had provoked that morning and the thought of being fucked there, even by so reprehensible a thug as Sky, made her tremble excitedly.

"All right, I'll do it," she promised, going over to them and dropping to her knees in front of them. "I'll suck you both off and Sky can fuck me, whichever hole he chooses; I don't care what it is as long as I get stuffed with hard cock!"

She was thoroughly under their power by this time. The sights of sex were alone sufficient to put her into an obliging mood and she would gladly have stuffed a white-hot poker into her cunt if Moon had ordered her to do so. She had to twist her neck at an extremely awkward angle in order to get her lips at the spot where Moon's prick entered Judy's cunt but she managed to make the contact. Even before her mouth met their conjoined flesh she smelled the rank odor of aroused sexuality; the stale come and cunt drippings, now warmed by their lust and mingled with the smell of the fresh oils emerging from the girl's body were enough to send her head reeling with erotic shock. She put out her tongue and ran it over the shaft of Moon's cock, then drew it up to caress the enlarged nub of Judy's clitoris.

"Mmm!" Judy cooed, feeling the touch and enjoying it. "She sucks good, daddy; she sucks real good!"

"Get after it!" Moon ordered. "Lick us both, you rotten whore; make me want to shoot my nuts off! Maybe I'll even come in her and you can drink the come outta her cunt!"

Sky came over to them and adjusted himself behind Linda, kneeling at her upraised rump and nudging the head of his cock into the swollen, moist gash running between her thighs. She pressed back against him, moving enough to let him know that she enjoyed the contact and wanted more of it. Moon motioned for his cohort to sink his lance into the girl, which he did with a short, brutal hump. Linda groaned even as she continued to mouth the cunt and the prick before her. Sky's prick seemed as large as a post, due to her excited condition, and she eagerly welcomed its intrusion into her cunt. Sky drove the tool in until virtually all of it was buried in her cunt.

When he pulled it out, her erotic dew had moistened it with a thick, slippery coating. He used a finger to transfer more of the love oil from her cunt to her anus; she writhed sensually as his greasy finger slipped into the tingling rosebud and anointed her with her own lubricant. He removed his finger and nosed his prick up to the wrinkled brown eye between her lovely round buttocks.

"Get ready for it," he growled, relishing the thought of what he was to do. "I'm gonna fuck that little asshole of yours till the come rolls out your ears! You ain't had nothing till you've had my dick up your asshole!"

He steadied himself by holding onto her hip with one hand. The other held his cock firmly against the opening he sought to penetrate. He drove himself forward; her ass held firm for a moment, resisting the pressure, but then it collapsed and his dick slipped into her ass with a quick, darting motion. Linda shuddered, gulped, then moaned as the weapon sent a sheet of white-hot pain blasting through her rear. Sky's cock was far larger than her finger, of course, and he drove it deeper than her finger had ever reached.

At that moment Moon pushed Judy off, tossing her aside as though she might have been a rag doll. She fell over to one side and immediately drove the thumb of her right hand into her cunt, seating it firmly and locking her thighs around it. She began rocking back and forth as she watched the trio complete their dance of lust.

Linda knew exactly what was required of her and she clapped her mouth onto the greasy, slippery head of Moon's prick. Being covered with the acrid, strong pussy drip from Judy's aroused loins made it all the more exciting to her and she drove her face down until the prick's head nudged into her throat. Her tongue curled around it lovingly, seeking to coax the hot, sticky sperm out of it.

"Just keep eating that dick," Moon said, driving his prick into her mouth with short, muscular humps. "Yeah, you got the mouth for it; just keep it up and you'll be drowning in come!"

Sky's cock was now all the way inside Linda's ass. He plastered his loins against her rump, grinding his pubic hair into her buttocks and jiggling slightly as he sought to work himself up to a climax. His balls, dangling low and packed with sperm, rubbed against the lips of her pussy in a way that gave her added pleasure. Without knowing it, she reached back with her left hand to cup those liquid-filled eggs and rub them against the lips of her pussy. She ground them into her clitoris and tried to stuff them into her cunt; she pulled and tugged at them in such a way that Sky let out a strangled whoop of pleasure.

"Get after it!" he cried. "Godamighty, girl, I can feel it coming now! I've really got it coming!"

His climax burst within her bowel like a skyrocket. The come arched out of his prick, inundating the narrow, ultra-sensitive passage. Linda's womb responded with a series of convulsive gasps that seemed to tear it from its moorings. Frantic with orgy lust and tingling from head to foot, she sucked Moon hotly and succeeded in her goal: he muttered an incoherent oath and shoved his cock deep in her mouth just as it began spraying thick morsels of hot sperm. She swallowed eagerly, anxious to ingest the entire discharge, and wasted not a single drop of the rank fluid. She continued sucking the tool long after it had spurted its last drop and quit only when Moon pushed her face away.

Sky pulled himself out of her ass with a sigh of contentment. He looked down at his prick, slimy with the semen he had deposited in her, and beckoned Judy over to him. He motioned to his prick and she fell upon it, sucking it up into her mouth and moaning happily as she tasted the come. Linda had eased herself down into a semi-reclining position and watched with horror as the girl began eating Sky's prick.

"That was just in my ass!" she breathed. "Doesn't she mind?"

"Her? She's so fucked up she probably thinks it's a lollipop," Moon said with a snort of derisive laughter. "That just goes to show you what that speed will do to you!"

"That, along with crossing us," Sky added. "I seen her first a year or so ago when she was just into blowing grass. I hit her up for a blow job and she looked at me like I was a piece of shit. Next time I saw her, about six months later, she was shooting up speed and STP like it was aspirins and so strung out she'd have sucked off a sick moose for another jolt. We let her hang around and ever since then she's been doing whatever we say. I guess she's happy; she gets a little to eat and a needle every once in a while."

Linda shuddered at that tale of horror. Judy acted as though she had not even heard them; she continued mouthing Sky's prick and balls until he tired of her ministrations and rudely shoved her away.

Moon got up from the couch and disappeared into another room. When he reappeared he carried a glass of water, which he handed to Linda. She knew that she was supposed to drink it and she did so, downing it at one gulp.

"Some more of that stuff that makes me feel funny?" she asked.

"What if it is?" he asked. "It ain't enough to get you zonked out very bad, just enough so you'll keep both ears open and listen a little harder when my friend starts asking you questions and telling you things."

"Your friend?" she asked, looking at Sky.

"No, another guy. He oughtta be here pretty soon," Moon told her. "Till then you just lay back there and think about how nice it was to suck one guy and get fucked in the ass by another!"

Linda did as she was told. Within a few minutes she could feel the acid beginning to take effect; it was the same sensation she had felt the time beforeas if she were becoming two persons, each conscious of the other and each fully present. She seemed to be herself, yet also standing aside and looking at herself. They waited a while longer and then she was conscious of a third man sitting in front of her; he had a tape recorder and pointed the microphone at her. He asked her a long series of questions about her job, beginning with her first day at the bank and her subsequent move into Paul's office and her work with the security department. He asked her many questions about the bank's security procedures and systems and he paid special attention to large shipments of currency and securities. When she had answered every question despite the urging of one of her selves to keep quiet about such delicate matters, she could not prevent herself from answering every question as fully as possiblethe stranger put up his tape recorder and left.

"Sounds good," he said as he walked to the door with Moon. "I don't know yet; we'll have the planning department go over it more thoroughly. But it looks good. Either way, there'll be a little something extra for you. If it turns out real good, there'll be a lot more, naturally."

"I figured she might be good for something besides fucking," Moon said, bringing an expression of disgust to the stranger's face.

"What did he say?" Sky asked when they were alone again. "He like the layout? He think she's for real?"

"Ah, who knows about a faggot like that?" Moon snarled, making sure that the door was securely locked. "He says it'll have to be planned out and looked at some more. Jeez, you should have seen his face when I mentioned fucking the broad! He nearly shit a brick!"

"He's probably wishing he could get some of this dick," Sky muttered gleefully.

"Nah, he don't go for nothing but little kids," Moon scoffed. "But you better make sure he don't ever hear you say ithe's one more mean bastardespecially since he's queer!"

They returned to Linda and Moon spent another hour with her, telling her over and over that she was made to submit to men. He had her take his prick in her hands and fondle it while he told her that she could only be happy as long as it was available to her. At the end of the hour, when her continual handling had brought his prick back to the desired state of hardness he tumbled her onto her back and fucked her into a fine frenzy of orgiastic delirium, driving the massive tool deep into her cunt and jabbing it into her with quick, energetic strokes that soon had her crying out wildly. He finished with a few long, plunging thrusts that were enough to bring his balls into an uproarious climax and to leave her cunt drenched with his sperm. Then he made her get up, put on her dress, and leave the apartment.

"I'll get in touch with you tomorrow," he said as she left. "I'll give you a place where you can go and get your cunt packed when you need it. And you'll be needing it, don't worry about that!"