Chapter 4
Once again Linda heaved her buttocks upward as Carl rested motionless upon her but lodged deeply within her.
"Hold it!" Carl yelled suddenly. "Hold- IT!" His admonition trailed off in a deep groan as he suddenly began to plunge furiously upon Linda as his dirty-shorted behind shivered and shook. After a moment's quiescence, Carl raised himself from her with his face distorted with fury. "You bitch, you wanted to spoil it for me! You made me come before I was ready!"
He doubled up his fist and aimed a punch at Linda's unprotected belly. Charlie's big hand grabbed his arm. "Goddammit, she did exactly as you told her," Charlie growled. "Get the hell off her if you've shot your load."
Linda breathed more easily as Carl crawled away from her, but she was apprehensive at the look of sheer malevolence he shot at her.
Charlie already had his pants off, and as Linda looked toward him he stripped off his shorts. Stomach, thighs, and legs were thickly thatched with blond hair. Charlie's prong, already at half-mast, was substantial but hardly in accord with the rest of his physique. "You get me now, sugar," he told Linda cheerfully, climbing onto the bed. "01' Edmondo is the dessert course for you broads. He's not only got a prick, he knows what to do with it. Me, when I smell a juicy cunt I ain't got no finesse." He lowered his head till his long blond hair tickled Linda's stomach and sniffed strongly between her legs. "An' sugar, yours is juicy."
His prick had stiffened as he talked. Once again she was conscious of the strong man-smell as he hovered over her, indicating infrequent bathing, but this time Linda couldn't seem to bring herself to mind. Her eyes were focused on the powerful muscles in his hairy thighs and upon his pole now standing at attention.
"They say never knock the product," Charlie resumed with the same lighthearted air as he searched with the tip of his prick for Linda's vaginal orifice, "but I got to admit I'm just a plow-jockey in this league." Inexplicably Linda found her own hand extended down between her legs. She took Charlie's stout peg in her hand and inserted its knob in her swimming twat. "Say, now, that's right nice of you," Charlie exclaimed.
In a series of twisting shoves he worked his staff all the way into Linda, and she found out at once what he meant when he called himself a plow-jockey. She heard her own inelegant grunts as Charlie's hard belly slapped fiercely against her own soft one while his hard prick ravaged her cunt-cranny. Charlie's lean hips slammed away at Linda's upthrust bulging pussy whose strained lips were now ruby-red from friction. A slow, surging tide of warmth swept over Linda as she tried to match her upward movements to Charlie's quick jabs into her. She was feeling-she was feeling almost-
A familiar deep tickle curled up her toes. Her thighs came up and grabbed at Charlie's hardworking waist. Linda's head went back and her eyes closed as Charlie banged into her straining cunt. She could feel-she could almost feel-
But then Charlie snorted loudly through his nose, buried his face in the junction of her soft neck and shoulder, and roared mightily in her ear as he jerked and twisted and gyrated and corkscrewed as he shot his wad into her molten interior. For an instant after the hard body's movements stilled Linda tried hard to prolong her own previously rising sensation, but she had lost the edge, and her taut thighs slackened.
Charlie rose from her belly, his dripping prick bedewing her legs with spend. "You didn't come?" he asked. Linda shook her head mutely, afraid to lie to this powerful boy. "Don't sweat it, sugar," he assured her, backing away from between her legs. "You'll come with Edmondo. He's the class in this outfit in the fucking brigade."
Linda turned her head away petulantly. She felt cheated. She had been on the verge of coming, and then that strong-muscled brute hadn't been able to wait for her. It wasn't fair.
"If you please, ma'am," a voice said.
Linda turned her head. Edmondo was standing beside the bed. Unlike the others, he had stripped completely. Except for a gold chain around his neck, his only apparel was a leather holster strapped to his left forearm from which protruded the bone handles of what Linda knew instinctively were knives. The skin was swarthy, the body not overly-muscled but well-made.
When Linda looked at Edmondo's prick, her eyes widened. Both long and thick, it jutted powerfully from above hairy, heavy-looking balls. Its deep-purple head glistened at the tip from an already visible drop of moisture. "You'll hurt me with that thing!" Linda exclaimed in alarm.
Edmondo smiled. "You are well prepared," he said.
He reached over to widen again the thighs Linda had instinctively drawn together. Then he moved in between them and introduced the knobby head to Linda's orifice. "Take it easy," she begged, "or you'll split me!" She stared fearfully down the valley of her breasts at Edmondo's big prick jockeying for position below.
She gasped when he inserted the head, grunted when he applied pressure. Her thighs flailed aimlessly as Edmondo's thick prong dilated her cunt-channel. "Oooooooh!" Linda moaned softly as Edmondo's surging hips advanced his prick still more deeply into her. "You're-stuffing-me!"
The swarthy boy joggled his gristle from side to side in her tight chute, then advanced again. Linda sighed deeply with a shrill whistling sound as the advancing prick seemed to lodge solidly, then advance again by virtue of a series of short lunges. Never in college had she felt so plugged! A floodtide of new sensations tugged at her visceral nerve-ends, and Linda's soft mouth pursed into a little round O of surprise as the hard-knobbed prong still further expanded her sheath-walls.
Edmondo's plunging movements ceased. Linda, who had been staring blindly at the ceiling, raised her head to look down at him again between her breasts. Half-crouched above her, he was looking right into her eyes. "It is in," he said softly. "We let it soak a minute."
Linda couldn't believe that all of the wide-shafted erection she had seen projecting from above the boy's hairy balls was now lodged within her. Even Helen Dickinson's dildo was nothing like it! No wonder she felt as if she would burst down there! The sensation of hard gristle distending her cunt-walls seemed to persist right up into her stomach!
Edmondo moved slightly, and Linda almost yelped at the quick surge of tickling, prickling bursts of feeling that seemed centered within her pussy. Her legs trembled and a film glazed her eyes, so much so that she had difficulty seeing the expression on Edmondo's face. She determined that the swarthy-skinned boy was smiling at her once more. "You are ready," he said softly.
He lowered his dark head until his lips were at Linda's left breast. Linda was shocked to hear her own breathless squeal as her nipple was lipped into Edmondo's mouth and played with lightly. She didn't want these-these young animals to think she was enjoying the manhandling! All she wanted was to get them out of the apartment with no physical injury to herself.
Hut her traitorous nipple stiffened in Edmondo's warm mouth. The boy's quick tongue circled it and plunged at it, and Linda compressed her lips to restrain the excited little cries she felt welling up at the back of her throat. Then Edmondo began to move his hips slowly, up and down, and a starburst of exquisitely sensitive tactile tingles exploded from within her prick-filled juicy cunt.
"Ohhh!" Linda exclaimed involuntarily as Edmondo began to ride her, still in that same restrained rhythm. Each time his big whang re-bored her channel Linda thought her bulging eyes would fall out. "Ohhh! Ohhhh! Oooooh! Ahhhh!" she kept murmuring as her shafting continued. She could see the curious faces of Mousie and Carl standing at the foot of the bed, watching, and a deep feeling of shame overwhelmed her at the spectacle she knew she must present with her legs elevated and her whole bottom exposed as Edmondo's thick prong glided in and out of her moist cavern.
"Dear.... God!" she stammered as the enormity of her shame pressed in upon her, but the steadily-plunging prick in her cunt was driving her out of her mind. She bit her lips in anguish, but to no avail. "Ahhhhhh!" she said clearly as a glowing coal ignited in her depths. "Ohhhh! Oooooh! Ohhhh! Oh, my! Oh, myyyyy!"
Edmondo switched his mouth to Linda's other nipple, and it seemed as though the new sensation was all Linda needed to send her over the dam. Her legs writhed frenziedly as her hips swiveled upward frantically to meet Edmondo's steady assaults upon her boiling quim. "OHHHH! OHHHHHHH! OHHHHHHH! I'm -coming!" The shrill cries burst from her. "I'M-COMMMMMMMING!"
Her wide hips jerked and heaved as the quicksilver-fiery spend wrenched her and inundated Edmondo's probing prick. Panting, Linda sank back limply and pressed her hands to her face. It felt hot to her touch, and she realized anew the undignified-the totally undignified-appearance she must have presented at the climactic moment when no lady ever desired spectators. Linda felt hot, and dirty, and deeply disgraced.
She waited for Edmondo to withdraw from her, then realized his prick was still deeply within her, hard and strong. The swarthy-skinned boy hadn't even come off, she marvelled. And his slow, steady jogging movements in and out of Linda were once more setting up teasing tremors in her interior. She debated pleading with him to stop, then decided it was useless until he had expended his own gism upon her.
Then she had a further surprise. Edmondo raised himself slightly and took one of her thighs in each hand. Still stuffed to the hilt inside her cunt, he doubled her thighs back upon her breasts after widening them. Then he began another slow up-and-down assault upon Linda's sticky quiver, withdrawing almost to the tip of his knobby prick each time before again ramming it home.
The new position still further exposed Linda to the ignominy of the staring eyes, and for an instant that was all that was on her mind. The tremors centered in her prick-filled cunt-chute were spreading rapidly to her belly and her hard-nippled breasts. "P-please!" she got out in a choked voice. "Please! You're-I'm-oooh!- I'm-ohh, God!-I'm DOOOOING it-again!"
Her plump thighs pumped furiously against Edmondo's restraining hands and weight as her creamy hips went berserk and savagely twisted upward to engulf every last quarter-inch of the thick rod embedded in her steamingly lubricated entrails. Her broad-cheeked behind jerked up and down as her internal combustion engine once more sent her into a slavering, whining, quaking, dervish-like come.
Exhausted, Linda sank back upon the bed. Tears filled her eyes as she felt humiliated beyond measure by her body's betrayal of all that she had been taught to believe was ladylike. How could it have happened to her? She had been confident she could emerge almost untouched except in the most physical sense of the word from this contact forced upon her. Instead, here she was cooperating to a disgusting degree.
She became aware that Edmondo was still working upon her belly. Indifferently she submitted to his hard-plunging assault. Nothing more could happen to her now. Edmondo had lowered her legs again and was now fucking mightily against the less-elevated fulcrum of her crotch. She could hear his heavy balls slapping against the lower slopes of her own bare behind, and the obscene noise humbled her all over again.
Then the swarthy-skinned boy buried his nose against Linda's throat and seized her buttocks in both hands. She almost cried out as he pulled her up tightly against him on each pounding downstroke. Unbelievingly she felt the first tingling renewal of another gathering of her sexual forces deep within her crammed gully. "Oh, noooo!" she gasped.
But Edmondo's piston-plunging regularity changed to a wild, diffused bucking and lunging. Linda felt the hot jets of his ejaculated sperm in her cunt before she actually realized the boy was coming. Edmondo's shoulders shuddered in the aftermath as Linda tried to prolong for herself her own sensation. It trembled on tiptoe in her interior for an instant, then blanched, withered, and died.
Edmondo raised himself and pulled out of Linda with a squishy sucking sound. "Now that's what I call a fuck!" a voice said almost in Linda's ear. Startled, she turned her head. Unseen by her, Charlie had pulled up a chair and was sitting with his elbows on the bed almost within nose-length of Linda's recent encounter. The blond boy stood up and separated Linda's thighs which she had instinctively snapped together at sight of him, then bent down to examine closely her juicily oozing scarlet-lipped slit.
Linda burst into tears.
Charlie raised his head from his intimate inspection to look at her. "What's the fuss?" he inquired. "You ain't hurtin', are you?"
"N-no, but I feel s-so as-ashamed!" she sobbed.
"Hell with that, sugar. You just done what comes natural. And a good job of it, too." He patted her thigh. "You're really somethin'. With a piece of beef like that between your legs you're cheatin' the world by not puttin' out."
Tears streamed down Linda's face. Between mingled excitement and humiliation she couldn't seem to check them. All eyes in the room were still focused upon her semen-juicy twat. Linda reached down and covered it with one hand, but Charlie immediately pulled her hand away.
Then Mousie was standing beside Charlie tugging at the blond boy's arm. "Look, I'm ready!" Mousie said excitedly. "It's my turn now! I didn't get a turn before!" Under his shirt Linda could see the boy's slender staff again in erection. "I want to fuck her, too!"
Charlie started to say something, then apparently changed his mind. "All right," he said finally. "But wait till she shrinks a little. After Edmondo's prick reamed her, if you crawl in there now you'll think someone's waxed the ballroom floor on you for fair."
"I don't care," Mousie insisted stubbornly.
"Okay," Charlie surrendered. "But make it fast. We got to get out of here."
Mousie climbed onto the bed eagerly. Linda barely suppressed a groan. Her cunt-lips felt tender beyond belief after Edmondo's hard-bore scouring of her delicate interior, and now she was going to be fucked again. Helplessly she watched the slight Mousie scramble between her parted legs and introduce the tip of his slender peg to her scarlet-lipped twat, still twitching slightly from the gnawing feeling which was the aftermath of Edmondo's coming and leaving her hanging.
The boy turned to look suspiciously over his shoulder. "Don't none of you wise guys spoil it for me this time," he warned. "I ain't never seen nothin' this good an' I really want a piece of it."
"Stop flappin' your mouth an' shove it in there," Charlie said impatiently.
Linda shifted position slightly to assist Mousie's amateurish probing of her. All she wanted now was to get it over with. Finally she reached down and took hold of Mousie's slender but surprisingly hard prick and put it into herself for him. What was the sense of being delicate about it now, she thought bitterly. None of her sensibilities had been spared this day.
"Ahhhh, that's great!" Mousie sighed as their bellies blended. He had gone into her like a fireman going down a greased pole, but Linda could feel his sturdy young root in her far more than she expected. Unexpectedly her sheath-walls contracted sharply upon the newest intruder in her grotto. "What the hell was that?" Mousie gasped, startled.
"What was what?" Charlie asked curiously.
"Her cunt is grabbin' at my prick!"
Charlie laughed. "Ream it out," he advised. "Teach it a lesson. Pour on the coal, Mousie."
The boy began an inexpert wriggling of his hips. Linda re-settled herself under him to receive him most comfortably. Actually the feel of Mousie's spirited staff inside her was not unpleasant to Linda. Far less gross than Edmondo's which had left her with a breathlessly stuffed feeling, Mousie's increasing penetration of her as he learned to manage his plunging action more deftly seemed able to touch her upon an inner quick.
Mousie's greasy hair was pillowed on Linda's breasts and his popping eyes were glazed with delight. He rose and fell upon Linda's belly-bowl with ever-increasing-dexterity as his rigidity prodded her depths. The boy's hands crept down her sides and slid beneath Linda's warm buttocks in a move obviously copied from Edmondo.
Linda was amazed to feel a quick, deep stirring within her. This little boy surely couldn't be-but in another instant she knew that he was.
Edmondo had brought her to the verge for a third time but had left her dangling. Now Mousie's rapid-fire prick-action had breathed new fire into Linda's cunt-sensations. She thought despairingly that she had no control over this part of her anatomy.
"Ohh!" she whispered as a flood of sexual emotion curled her toes. "Oooh!" Her voice rose despite herself. "Ohhhh! It's-oooooh!-it's start-ohhhh!-it's starting-oooh!-again!"
"Is she putting it on?" Linda could hear Carl's voice asking in the bedroom. No one replied. Her eyes were closed, but she could sense the three heads bent down close to the bed to observe every sexual minutiae. She didn't care. She simply didn't care. The trembling tingle in the depths of her chasm precluded all other thought.
Linda's legs shot up in the air and her thighs ground against Mousie's slim middle. The boy lunged into her with furious energy, his harsh breathing titillating one plump breast as his mouth rested against it. A paroxysm wracked Linda; her mindless upthrust of her hips as her lava boiled over almost lifted Mousie completely from his knees. "Aieeeeeeee!" she shrieked, flinging her arms about Mousie and clasping him to her. "Ohhhhh! Ohhhhh! Ahhhhhh! OHHHHHHHHHHhhhhhh!"
Still immersed in her own reaction, Linda realized belatedly that Mousie was coming, too. The boy's skinny behind shuddered and shook as his boring jets of sperm flooded her. Coming back to the world of reality, Linda self-consciously removed her arms from around Mousie as the boy's orgasm ran its prolonged course.
Slack-kneed, Linda lay quietly as Mousie pulled out of her. The boy danced around the bedroom, his diminished prick bouncing up and down against his belly. "I made her come!" he crowed exuberantly. "I made her come!"
Charlie was laughing openly, Edmondo was smiling. Only the scruffy-looking Carl looked sour. "So you made her come," he said disagreeably. "Big deal, a slut like that."
"Shut your damn mouth," Edmondo said unexpectedly. It was the first word Linda had heard him say that hadn't been addressed directly to her in bed.
"Yeah," Charlie agreed. "She was a good little soldier. Don't knock the product, Carl." He looked down at Linda still sprawled on her back. "How about it, sugar? Can you make it up on your feet?"
"I-I think so," she replied faintly. She sat up, and the room whirled dizzily for an instant before settling down. She swung her legs over the side of the bed and put her feet on the door. Her legs were trembling, but she was able to stand up. Immediately she felt self-conscious again; she felt twice as nude as when she had been on the bed.
Charlie confronted her almost nose-to-nose. "We got to run, sugar," he said. "For now." He grinned at her, the same lazy, superior-looking grin with which she had become familiar and which seemed to go with his blond good looks. He continued speaking before she could question him about the "now."
"A couple of things before we leave." He put two fingers under Linda's chin and tilted her head up until they were looking directly into each other's eyes. "No calling the police, right? We wouldn't like it. There's too big a loser's tag goes with a deal like this."
"I don't want any more notice taken of this than you do," Linda said quietly.
"You damn well better mean it!" Carl snapped.
"She means it," Charlie said. "She made it easy on herself today, didn't she? An' she knows that if we get mad we'll grab her an' pull her into an alley for some real gang-bangin' some night."
Linda's throat felt parched. "I won't-"
"And some brass knucks exercise," Carl interrupted. He thrust a hand into a pocket and flourished the cruel-looking metal at her, fitting it over his hand. Linda's hand went apprehensively to her mouth.
"She gets the picture," Charlie said. "She's a levelheaded broad." He addressed Linda directly again. "No. Two, sweetie. Don't change the lock on your door."
For an instant Linda failed to comprehend. "Don't change-"
"Because we'll be back."
A surge of genuine anger enveloped Linda. "I'm not a-a plaything!" she cried. "I'm a p-per-son! It's indecent of you to think that I'll willingly s-submit to this-this-" Her voice died away as Charlie shook his head.
"You're just too good a dish to pass up, sugar," the blond boy grinned at her. "Sorry about that."
"But this is-is impossible! It's-" Panic raced through Linda. "You can't come back here! People will talk! They may talk about how long you've stayed here now! I'll lose my job! You're-you're hurting me!" The words burst from her in a torrent.
"If anyone says anything you just tell 'em you called us up here to move some furniture for you," Charlie said patiently. He considered the rest of the group frowningly. "She's got a point, though, when she says we can't keep on counting on comin' here to her place. No sense spoilin' a good thing."
"We could take her to the cabin," Edmondo said in his quiet voice.
"Yeah. Mebbe. We'll think about it."
"But I did what you wanted!" Linda said desperately. "Can't you l-leave me alone n-now?"
She started to cry.
"Shut it off, sugar." The same authoritative note was back in Charlie's voice Linda had heard when she first found the boys in her apartment. "We like you better when you're comin' than when you're cryin'. You're a good fuck, an' a couple more times around ain't gonna hurt you or us. You just do what we say an' you'll come up smellin' like a rose. All right, gang, let's move it out've here."
"I want another feel of her before we go," Carl spoke up. "An' I claim firsts when we have her again. I didn't get nothin' like what you guys got this time."
"I could use a feel myself," Charlie said. "It seems a long time already since I had a prick-hold on her."
They crowded around Linda. Carl darted a hand into her wet crotch. It hurt her and she flinched. "Spread your legs, you cunt!" Carl said cruelly. Linda blushed scarlet, but obediently lifted a leg as Carl pawed at her greasy pussy.
Charlie fondled a nude hind cheek, compressing it and releasing it. Mousie played with a breast, tickling its nipple. Even the more sophisticated Edmondo lightly spanked Linda's other buttock in a steady tattoo that put a light smart into it.
The boys' hands raced over Linda. Her breasts; her belly; her twat; the deep crevice between her heavy hind cheeks; all were thoroughly re-explored. Linda's breathing almost stopped. She found this rough handling extraordinarily shaming, far more than what she had felt on her back in the bed. When they showed signs of keeping it up, she burst into tears again.
"Oh, shit!" Carl exclaimed in disgust. "C'mon, guys. The waterworks just busted loose again."
"Yeah, we gotta go," Charlie agreed. "Damn, ain't she a handful of ass, though?"
"Cunt, too," Carl said with a lewd chuckle. "I'd like-"
"Hey!" It was Mousie's voice, almost a whisper. "You guys hear anything?" He pointed at the apartment door.
It was Edmondo who responded first. Before Linda's amazed eyes a knife appeared to grow in his right hand. She never saw him draw it from his sleeve holster. The dark boy took three quick steps to the door and pulled it open. Janitor Walter Cummings, crouched in the hallway at the keyhole, sagged across the threshold and landed inside the hallway on his hands and knees.
Charlie recovered first. "Well, will you look at the rube!" he sneered. He stepped forward and clouted the janitor alongside the head, knocking him onto his side. Edmondo closed and re-locked the door. From his position on the floor, the janitor stared up stupidly, and Linda flung her left arm across her breasts and covered her mound with her right palm as her nudity was forcibly re-impressed upon her. This was dreadful! Simply awful!
"What the hell were you doin' out there?" Carl snarled at the janitor.
"I was- I was wipin' down the walls," Cummings whined.
"He's the janitor," Linda interposed.
"He's a goddam peepin' tom," Charlie snorted. He grinned at Linda. "I don't think you've had as much privacy around here as you thought, sugar."
"Like just about none," Mousie agreed.
Linda stared. "Oh, no," she said faintly. She could feel herself turning scarlet from her breasts upward.
"Wipin' down the walls," Carl mimicked. "Look at the front of his pants, guys!"
Linda almost moaned aloud as she saw the thick bulge at the front of Cummings' work pants. This was terrible! She had always considered the man a harmless, cheerful half-idiot. And now he had seen... how much had he actually seen?
Other minds had been doing some similar wondering. "Lissen," Mousie said uneasily, "if he watched what we did to her, an' he talks-"
"He will not talk," Edmondo said quietly but with a biting edge to his voice. He walked to the crouching Cummings and placed the point of his knife against the janitor's neck. Cummings tried to shrink away, but the knife pursued him. The big man started to whimper. "Take out your prick," Edmondo ordered.
Cummings peered up at him, eyes glazed.
"Out!" Edmondo repeated, and pressed home the knife-point lightly.
The janitor fumbled at his work pants and laboriously pulled out his swollen distention. "Listen, I didn't mean no-" he started to plead.
"Shut up!" Charlie harked.
Carl whistled at sight of the janitor's exposed erection. The man's penis was second to Edmondo's monstrous prong very, very slightly. Linda looked, averted her gaze, then looked again. She couldn't get over the thought that the seemingly harmless Walter whom she was always, encountering in the apartment building might have been a steady customer at her keyhole.
The janitor crouched miserably with his erection in his hand. He looked at Linda's nakedness, and his prick stiffened perceptibly. He ducked his head and looked at what he had in his hand as though he wished it would go away. Charlie laughed, then sobered. "How we gonna shut him up, Edmondo?" he demanded. "Beat the livin' shit out've him now an' promise him the same if we get the echo of a whisper about this deal?"
"There is a better way," Edmondo replied quietly. "We will take her back into the bedroom, and he will fuck her. Then he is as guilty as we and cannot talk."
There was an instant's silence broken by Linda. "No!" she screamed. "No! No! No! I won't-"
Charlie slapped her casually in her bare belly, driving the breath from her lungs. "You got the program, Edmondo," he approved.
"C'mon, let's get her in there. Him, too."
They dragged the gasping Linda into the bedroom and threw her on the bed. Edmondo prodded the dilatory janitor along with the point of his knife. "Hold her down for him!" Carl growled, obviously enjoying himself. "Get your pants off, jerk!" he flung at Cummings.
The big man started to blubber. "I don't wanna hurt-"
"We don't give a damn what you want, rube!" Charlie sneered. "Get your ass and your balls out in the breeze an' climb aboard this twitch here."
Linda was almost spread-eagled on her own bed. Carl held a wrist, Mousie a wrist, Charlie an ankle. Only Edmondo still hovered near Walter Cummings with his knife at the ready. Linda kicked frantically with her free leg. "Don't h-hold me! Don't hold m-me!" she pleaded. The threatened immobility in the face of unknown danger terrified her. "I won't f-fight! Please! I promise I w-won't fight!"
"Okay, let her go, gang," Charlie ordered. "But keep your legs open, y'hear?" he added to Linda. "If this rube can't see your bare snatch I don't think he'll know which way to go."
Walter Cummings had removed pants and shorts. He stood huddled together, his long, thick pole projecting before him. "Fuck her!" Edmondo said fiercely, and jabbed him in a buttock with the point of the knife.
Cummings yelped and lurched toward the bed. "I don't wanna hurt her," he whimpered even as he was crawling in between Linda's parted legs. His huge erection prodded her nude stomach, and she gasped. "She's so pretty an' so soft an'-"
"Ahhhhhh for Chrissake," Carl wheezed. "Somethin' better'n he ever had in his life, an' he's cryin' about it. Stick him again, Edmondo."
The janitor flinched away from the advancing knife. He seized his prick in his right hand and sought to apply its bulging head to Linda's still-wet pussy-hole. Her dark fleece was stickily matted from the boys' previous deposits. "Stick it in her, rube!" Charlie growled.
Desperately the big man probed at Linda's pink gash. He didn't even seem to know where her hole was. From the corner of her eye Linda saw Edmondo advancing the knife again, and fearful of possible damage to herself from the terrible tool poised in front of her, she quickly reached down and took it in her hand and guided the tip to her place of business. Walter Cummings gasped at the touch of her hand, then fluttered his hips. It was Linda's turn to gasp.
Edmondo pricked the big man in a meaty buttock. Cummings yipped and surged forward. Linda yipped as the huge pole shoved into her grotto, fortunately still moist. And then suddenly Walter Cummings was thrusting away at her like mad, slobbering and grunting and whining in her ear as his furiously plunging behind rode his hardened rod into Linda's depths. She flinched as the rubbery tip collided on each downward lunge with her cervix.
"Hey, hey!" Mousie crowed delightedly. "Lookit him go!"
"Yeah, man!" Carl chimed in excitedly. "That's really a stuffed cunt she's shovin' up at him!"
The janitor choked and whistled and brayed as he thrust frantically in and out of Linda. She felt only bewilderment; the big man's action was so rapid she had no time for sensation from one fuck-stroke before she was overwhelmed by the next. His lunging power pushed her toward the head of the bed. Then she felt him rise up on his knees as he poured an unrestrained load of semen into her that flooded her interior all over again. Walter Cummings gave a long, shuddering groan, raised his head, and peered into Linda's face. Despite his bulk his expression was so boyishly miserable that Linda instinctively patted his shoulders before she thought.
"All right, roll off her," Carl said briskly. "Let's get out've here, gang. An' you," he growled at the sweaty-faced janitor, "one peep out've you an' you'll do twenty-life for armed rape."
They left the bedroom. Linda rose to her feet instinctively as they herded Walter Cummings along with them. The janitor's warm spend trickled slowly down her inner thighs.
She stood there until she heard the apartment door close.
She threw herself face down across the bed and blubbered unrestrainedly. She hated herself, and she hated the boys. She could never look in the mirror again after the memory of this day. How could she after the terrible things that had been done to her?
When her crying jag showed signs of lessening, she became aware that she was uncomfortable. She had thrown herself on the bed in the exact place where the excess gism from the boys' come had trickled from her pussy-lips down her thighs onto the bedspread. The bed was sopping. Linda rolled onto her back with her hands swiping at her greasy, sticky stomach. She felt so dirty that fresh tears of self-sympathy welled up into her reddened eyes.
Wearily she climbed to her feet, stripped the bed, and carried the sodden bed linen to the laundry hamper. That taken care of, she opened the closet, door and looked at herself in the full-length mirror. She stared in disbelief at her disordered hair, hag-like in its wild-flying dishevelment; at the first faint marks of hickies around her breasts from hard-sucking mouths; at the blotchy red marks on her gism-shiny belly from multiple friction; and at the sticky, matted curls on her mount concealing little of her bright red, swollen cunt-lips.
Staring at this apparition, she sank down on the floor with a moan and buried her head in her thighs.
The whole miserable affair was incredible.
It simply couldn't have happened.
But it had.
Sunday was a long day for Linda.
She didn't leave the house.
She hadn't left it on Saturday after the departure of the boys. She had moped around for a good two hours afterward, feeling sorry for herself. Then a quick thought had stilled the breath in her throat. Good God, she was afloat with accumulated semen! Suppose she had a baby? It had sent her running to the bathroom where she had alternately soaked and douched at fifteen minute intervals. She wondered anxiously if she had been in time.
On Sunday morning her pussy had been really tender, and she had found herself walking gingerly with her thighs apart. Every step she took during the day was a bitter reminder of the event of the previous day. And her anxiety increased. Suppose one of the boys had a disease? None of them had used a thing. Suppose she really became pregnant? What would she do then?
Always, though, her turbulent thoughts returned to the possibility that the whole nightmare might be repeated as Charlie had indicated.
She ought to go to the police, she told herself determinedly.
But what could she tell the police that wouldn't brand herself as complaisant? "Let's see your bruises, lady." Linda could hear the official voice and visualize the official scorn when there were none.
She should go to a doctor, too, but what could a single girl tell a doctor? A single girl with a semi-official position? Girls with boy friends were on the Pill. Linda wasn't on the Pill. If she should become pregnant....
Late Sunday afternoon her telephone rang.
She stared at it stupidly for a moment before replying.
She had retreated so far into semi-isolation after her experience that it was almost as though she had no outside contacts. "Y-yes?" she said shakily.
"How you doin', sugar?" the familiar voice drawled in her ear.
Linda's hand tightened on the phone until her knuckles whitened. "You-you-" she stammered, unable to shape a phrase. "I ain't buggin' you, sugar," Charlie's deep voice continued. "I mean it. How you doin'?"
"All-all right," Linda managed to say.
"Your cunt sore?"
She winced at the Anglo-Saxon. "A little."
"It'll be good as new in a couple days," he assured her breezily. "Well, that's all. Just wanted to check."
"Charlie-" she said quickly, afraid he was going to hang up on her.
"Yeah?"
"You're not--you won't-" She sought for words "-you won't t-tell Carole about-about what happened?"
"Naah," he said. "Don't worry, I've just about had it with Carole. I think she's gettin' the message. Best thing she ever done for me was steer me to you." He chuckled.
"Please don't tell her," Linda begged. "I could-I could never hold my head up again."
"Don't worry," Charlie repeated, "I doubt I'll see her again. That way." There was a humming sound on the telephone line as he was silent for an instant. "You know," he continued as if it was necessary there be no possible misunderstanding. "To fuck her. She's no good in bed. Nothin' like you."
Linda thought of a hundred things to say but could get none of them out of her mouth.
"So long, sugar. See you around. We'll be gettin' together."
And then the phone clicked and it was too late to say anything.
Linda slept poorly that night.
On Saturday night she had slept like the dead.
But Sunday night she had nightmares.
Nightmares featuring Mousie's maniacal glee as he danced around the bedroom after making her come; nightmares featuring her own almost slavish submissiveness to Edmondo's long, thick prick plunging into her cunt, triggering the wild sexual abandon which had forever destroyed her own image of herself as a lady.
She woke once, found herself wet as she groped sleepily between her thighs, wiped her fingers furiously on the sheet, and cried herself back to sleep.