Chapter 11
"It looks like both the men are worn out," said Amber, her tongue feeling three times its size. She swallowed hard and decided she had committed herself. She had to carry through with this now, regardless of the consequences.
"Both the men?" asked Susan, her blond hair falling into her eyes. She pushed a strand of the lustrous hair from her forehead and let her blue, blue eyes widen just enough when she saw Salter. "Just both the men? I see a real man's prick. Not those pale imitation cocks."
"What?" demanded Salter. "What's going on here." He suspiciously pointed the gun at Amber. She looked at the end of it and it appeared the size of a fire hose. She guessed it was only a . but from the wrong side, it loomed large enough to drive a truck down.
"I was only saying that these aren't really men. Not a man like you, at any rate." She hoped lightning wouldn't strike her for what she was saying.
"You think I'm a real man?" He was still suspicious.
"Look how well you are in command of the situation here," said Susan. Amber appreciated her joining in like this. She knew it wouldn't be easy for the young girl, not after the man had so brutally raped her.
"I am in control, aren't I?" he said, almost as if realizing it for the first time. "I yell jump and all I want to hear from you is 'How high?'"
"See, Amber," Susan said. "He is so masterful. Makes me weak all over. It even makes my pussy begin to water thinking about how strong he is compared to them."
"Yeah," she hastily continued, not wanting Salter's attention on Susan for too long. He might see the strain of lying on her face. "You know how to do things. You're smart. You have to be to make off with so much money."
"Not money. Bonds," he corrected. But she could tell from the way he puffed up he was feeling their flattery. His cock visibly swelled now until it was huge. The pulsating purple head was about all that she could see. To take that into her mouth.. .
But she had to. She had to!
"See? I don't know a thing about stuff like that and you do. They don't. But you do. And who is it with the gun? It's you. You're in the driver's seat. You're smart-and strong. I like strong men." She lowered her voice and huskily whispered, "I love strong men."
She rose and went to where the man stood, a confused look on his face. She stroked over his chest, wondering if she dared make a grab for the gun. He pulled back a little and Amber decided she would get a . slug in the head if she tried anything now.
"And this is so huge. Not like theirs!" She gripped his prick between her thumb and forefinger, as if measuring it. Stroking lightly, she teased his prick until it jerked with obvious need. "Could I suck on it? Please, master?"
Amber almost gagged on the words, but she knew they had to be said. He had to be lulled into a moment of carelessness. And then she would have the gun.
Could she shoot him? Amber didn't know, but if she could kill anyone, it would definitely be Harrison Salter. He had raped and stolen and killed and she could off him without any guilt afterward. She hoped.
She held his prick as if it were some sort of ' religious relic. "Ummm, it looks so tasty!" And then she popped the head into her mouth. The woman did her best to keep from vomiting. She hated the man and hated having to play up to his vanity in this fashion. He wasn't sane and could snap completely at any second. It was a big risk she took.
"Hey, I don't want her to have all the fun. You're the only real man around here. Look at their cocks. Limp! I want some of that nice, hard prick!"
Susan joined her friend. She gripped over Amber's hand and squeezed enough to let her know they were in this together, for better or for worse. As long as the men would keep out of the way until they could get the man off.. . .
"Hey, stop that!" Salter cried. But it was too late. He had two women fighting over his prick. And both of them won.
They kissed, their lips engulfing his prick. He moved and felt the pressure of both sets of lips against his cock. The man smiled at this. Two women, one blonde and the other redheaded, fighting over him! He liked it. He liked it a whole lot.
"Keep going, damn you. Don't stop now!" he cried.
Amber's tongue worked on the left side of his prick while Susan's laved and stroked the flesh on the right. They worked slowly along the entire length until they met at the purple-tipped head. There, they kissed and worked their way back down. He jumped around, groaning and sobbing in enjoyment. Amber kept gauging his arousal by pressing her tongue into the big blue vein on the top of his prick. She could feel his pulse there. As it accelerated, she knew that he would find it harder and harder to control himself.
At the instant of coming, then they would have to be ready-both of them because the instant would pass and he would be in control of the situation with that gun again.
She worked underneath his jutting prick and lightly tongued the man's balls. She batted the hairy little bag around with the tip of her tongue before pressing into the side. She felt the tumbling and lurching of his balls inside the heavy stew of his come. Sucking harder, she managed to pull the entire sac into her mouth.
Gnawing carefully, she hoped to get the man off. She felt a strand of Susan's hair drop across her eyes. Brushing it off, she saw the other girl working back along the entire length of his cock. The blonde fastened her mouth firmly on the knobby end of his fuck stick. The way her cheeks went hollow, Amber guessed the girl was sucking for all she was worth.
They traded spots, slowly, carefully, using their tongues to arouse the man to the fullest amount.
"God, don't stop," he whined. "Don't you dare stop, you cunts! I love the feel of your mouths on my dork. It's what I deserve. All these years all the woman putting me down. Now I got two beautiful ones going down on me!"
Amber cast a quick glance up and Salter still waved the gun around in a dangerous manner. He saw her looking and quickly poked the gun into her face.
"Suck my gun! Suck, damn you!"
She had no choice. She feigned a smile and began licking and kissing the cold barrel of the gun. Amber worried that he might think it was right to simply pull the trigger. With her mouth fastened over the end of the muzzle, that would be it for her.
As soon as she dared, she moved her mouth to the side of the barrel. The cold steel pressed into her lips. The jerky movements told her that Salter was almost ready to come.
And when he did, he squeezed the trigger. Amber thought the top of her head would come off. A sudden burning in her lips told of the bullet's passage down the barrel. But she was safe. And she jammed her elbow hard into the man's solar plexus.
He grunted and there was a sick whoosh as the air went out of his lungs. Then he screamed. Amber didn't know what Susan had done to him and she didn't much care. She was too intent on getting the gun from the man's hands. She had to fasten her teeth into his wrist before he would drop the gun.
By this time both Randy and Marty had joined in. A couple quick blows and Salter was out cold.
For a long minute, they all stood there staring at the unconscious man, hardly able to believe it was over. Anne broke the stillness by saying, "Now will somebody untie me?"
Amber looked down at the dark-haired woman, seeing she still had her hands bound behind her back. With a nervous chuckle that opened the floodgates of hysteria, Amber began to laugh.
It was all over. Finally.
"I still think we should have strung him up by the balls," said Susan, looking over at Salter. The man was tied up in such a way that it would take a Houdini to get loose. They had cut strips of cloth from his coat and tied his hands and feet together. Not satisfied with this, they had looped a long strand of fabric around his neck, pulled his legs up against his ass, and then tied the noose to this. He would choke himself to death if he really tried to escape.
"You could have hung him up by his thumbs," said Marty. "I saw that in a movie once."
"I favor tossing him out the window. It's a nice, long ways to the street," Anne added. "I mean, if we can't nail him to a cross, that's the least we can do."
"We save him for the police. Sooner or later, the electricity will come back on. Hell pay for raping Susan and.. . "
"No, Randy, please, no!" the blond girl said. There was such pain in her voice that the man looked at her, surprised.
"Why not?"
"I couldn't go through the trial. I really couldn't. All those men demanding to know the most intimate portions of my life to make me out to be a heartless whore who enticed him to rape me. That's the way they always do it. They destroy the victim all over again and he'd probably get off scot free."
"Then what do you want done with him?"
"I think he'll be in jail a lot longer for the robbery and the murder. Maybe the two were tied in, you know?" she asked, pain still in her eyes. "Tom found out he had stolen the bonds and Salter had to kill him to keep him from turning him in."
"That sounds like it to me," agreed Anne.
"Same."
"Yeah, me, too."
"Okay."
For a long while there was a nervous silence and finally Marty broke it by saying, "Someone asked if there was a radio around here. Look what I found while you were trussing up our victim."
He produced a tiny transistor radio. He flicked it on and there was nothing but static for a moment, then came the droning voice of a newsman.
"The electricity will be restored in short order. There is no truth to the rumor that flying saucers from outer space produced this blackout. A relay station failed and this is what plunged the city into blackness for almost nine hours. Authorities claim that the power will be restored in less than an hour. Stay tuned.. . . "
"I don't want to stay tuned," said Amber.
"I want to spend that hour like we have been. How about the rest of you?"
But she was talking to empty space. Marty and Anne had already gone off to a secluded corner to fuck. She watched and knew that this would be one of the last times she would get to see a live-action sex show like this.
The girl felt a tremble inside that wasn't to be denied as Marty pulled out his monstrous prick and showed it to Anne. The dark-haired beauty squealed in glee and immediately hiked up her skirts. She hadn't bothered to put her panties on, perhaps anticipating such an occurrence as this.
"Stuff it in, lover," she said plainly. "I want to feel it all the way up to my tonsils!"
The man said nothing but the looks of pleasure on both their faces told Amber that the fucking was going well. The man moved slowly at first, then speeded up. She was beginning to get hot and weak in the pussy just thinking about what it was like to get screwed like that.
A hand on her shoulder made her jump guiltily. She looked around and saw Susan standing there, her blue eyes dancing with glee.
"Let's not let them hog it all," she said softly. "There's still Randy. Do you think he's up to two of us?"
In that simple question, Susan and Amber found themselves bound together more firmly than any contract ever could have done. They would start sharing everything, including Randy.
"I'm positive. He's quite a stud."
"Did I hear someone mentioning my sexual prowess?" he called from the other side of the room. "Come on over and let's see if your confidence in me is well placed."
"All I want is a well-placed prick," Amber told him. She felt eager hands hiking up her skirt and pulling down the low-neck to expose her ample tits. Susan immediately began sucking and licking the exposed breasts. Amber knew the girl would quickly move to lower regions as soon as Randy got to fucking. The feel of a tongue moving all over her cunt-lips and clit while the prick shot deep into her pussy was indescribable. She could get off on that farfer than just about anything else.
She groaned as the meaty probe of Randy's cock penetrated her. He surged into her damp well of desire and then fucked like hell. She never even saw the lights come back on. She was too lost in the wonderland of sex and fucking.
All three of them were. They might have endured hardship while the lights were off, but now that they were on again, the three of them had been bonded into an inseparable trio.
But that wouldn't occur to Amber until later, much later, after she had worn out both Randy and Susan.