Chapter 6
The preparations for the party were elaborate. Caterers trucked in tons of food and tons of wine, people fussed over long tables and lights, and wherever we looked there were people arguing over minor details. We withdrew from this bedlam after stealing enough cigarettes and booze to tide us over. We had been with Lars for three days now and it was overly clear that she was going to drain us and discard us in the minimum of time. She had been insatiable, fucking us, masturbating in between, making us use a variety of dildos on her. Now and then we raised the issue of remuneration: new clothes perhaps, or presents, or cold and hard cash? Not a chance. Lara pretended to be hurt. Wasn't it enough that she let us use her body? Was she so ugly that she had to pay us to make love to her? She outfoxed us in every way... but we were learning.
While Lara was occupied with seating arrangements and other earthshaking matters, Tony and I toured through the house and looked it over for valuables. She had paintings and sculptures, of course, but they were too bulky. We wanted something nice and compact, like a diamond or a roll of hundred-dollar bills. She was too cunning to keep items of that sort lying around. We found a safe, a massive, solid steel affair festooned with burglar alarms. I was starting to think that Lara had had many bitter experiences with men in the past.
"I'm beginning to hate the rich," said Tony at the end of the tour.
"Don't judge them all by Lara," I said. "I'm told some of them are acutely stupid."
"That's encouraging." A few of the guests had already arrived and were being shown to the guest rooms. This was to be a weekend bash. For the occasion Lara had had our suits cleaned. We looked like two goody-goody twins in those white suits, and Tony suggested we should hold hands wherever we went. But our self-esteem was bolstered when a sweet young girl rushed up to us and asked how long we'd been Lara's lovers.
"Three days," I replied, seeing no point in lying.
"Three days! Oh wow, you two must be her steadies! She never keeps guys longer than a day or two. They can't take her pace!" And she left. She wasn't the only one who was impressed. We were the object of many a thoughtful look from the women guests. Lara's reputation was known to all. Rapacious, nymphomaniac, perverse, and cruel, so if we could last the distance we really had to be hot stuff. If only they knew. Lara had been too busy all that day to cut out her pound of flesh from us.
When enough guests had arrived and Lara was fully dressed, she came downstairs and took us by the arm to have us lead her into the large hall where the cocktails were being served. "You two will stay with me all evening," she whispered as she smiled and nodded at her guests. "I don't want any of those sluts to tire you out!" That was a blow. Tony and I had waxed enthusiastic over many of the women attending this party. Starlets, beautiful divorcees, five-hundred-dollar hookers, sensual and lonely dowagers with money coming out of their ears, it was all laid on like a huge banquet for gigolos. And Lara was going to spoil it all for us!
We mingled for the first hour. Tony refilled Lara's glass whenever it was near empty, and she was so busy that she didn't notice. She talked with everyone, the perfect hostess, and since we had to be at her side we got a very close look at all the women present. I ached for youth. Lara's old, soft flesh made me retch. I wanted the youngest-looking women in the gathering and there were some who looked fifteen, sixteen, fresh little girls with high tits and big eyes, talking with men whose erections showed through their pants. All the old men were after their springtime asses, how would I get to one? Lara hung around my neck like an albatross. She was getting pretty drunk but she was a tough old harridan. Tony kept refilling her glass and she downed them with ease.
Dinner came next and then everyone would dance to the sounds of two live bands, one a reggae, the other easy listening. During the dinner Lara tried to give me a handjob. I wanted to keep myself so I knocked her hand away. She tried Tony and he didn't want any part of it. Lara was getting peeved. In the course of a polite conversation with an eminent politician sitting opposite her, she jacked off under the table. Every now and then she looked at me hungrily and showed me how she had four fingers up her cunt. I felt like throwing up.
Tony was raring to get at a beautiful, fragile oriental girl who was making narrow eyes at him from the far side of the table. I had spotted a busty teenybopper with an old, disgruntled man at her side. Lara was becoming a positive pest. He and I looked at each other in despair. How could we dispose of her? Tony, as always, found the solution. He picked up a bottle of hard liquor and, while everyone was looking at the easy listening band and applauding, he dragged Lara under the table and jammed the mouth of the bottle into hers. She couldn't help but drink, it was either that or drown. Half the bottle disappeared before Tony gave her a break. Lara passed out soon after. "There, she won't remember a thing about this with any luck," he said. Dinner was over. The guests saw Lara lolling in her chair and assumed she had exceeded her quota. No one cared. The reggae band struck up and impelled everyone to dance. Tony and I made beelines for our targets.
On the way to the teenybopper an older woman took me by the arm. She looked very familiar for some reason but I was in too much of a hurry. She said something about seeing her later at breakfast, and I said rd be sure to. The teenybopper sat on a bench with the old guy. I asked her to dance and she seemed very relieved.
"Aren't you one of Lara's boys?" she asked as we went into our white version of dancing, ignoring the beat of reggae as much as possible.
"Yes. Who's that old fellow, your chaperone?"
"In a way. He's my husband." I stared at her, in disbelief. "You think I'm joking?" she said. "We were married three months ago, here's my ring."
"Lucky you," I said. I drew her closer and she didn't back off. Her hair was a golden yellow color and it streamed down her shoulders, smooth as flax. She wore an evening gown, strapless, and when she moved in a certain way the stiff cups of the dress moved forward a little and exposed the deliciously full form of her tits. I rested my hands on her waist, just low enough to feel the fluent motions of her rising and falling buttocks. That guy was lucky to get such a young girl. Why did he look so sour? I asked her that question and she just shrugged. "You won't tell me?" I asked.
"Oh, why not," she said, looking down at the ground. "He's pissed off because I'm frigid. But I can't help it. That's just the way I am!"
"Frigid? What do you mean, you don't enjoy getting laid?"
"I hate it," she whispered. "I can't even stand him to touch me between my legs. As soon as his hand goes down there I want to scream!"
"That is a problem," I said gravely, "but not incurable."
"Oh, you can cure it?" she said sarcastically.
"If you give me a chance, yes. But you're already dismissing me as just another man who cares about only one thing in life. That's not true, Jenny, I'd really like to help you."
She thought about it for a moment and then nodded. "But my husband has to be there. I don't want to cheat on him."
"Whatever you say." He was drunk enough to agree to my proposition and followed us up to one of the rooms clutching a bottle. I didn't really like the idea of Jenny's husband hanging around, especially since I had no idea how to cure frigidity. But I wanted her, needed her young body to restore my faith in feminine pulchritude! Once inside the room, the husband made himself comfortable in an easy chair and Jenny asked me what she ought to do first.
"First we turn out all the lights," I said, "and we lock the door and draw the curtains. Then you and I get on the bed and you relax."
"That sounds all right... doesn't it, Bert?"
"Yeah, yeah," said the husband, taking a long swig from the bottle. "Anything. Just put a match to her pilot light, that's all I ask."
The lights were off, the room was pitch black, and the two of us met in the center of the bed. My sensory nerves were extra active now that my eyes were useless. Hands ran over her bare shoulders and experienced her flesh fully. Jenny sat still, waiting for magic. Because I couldn't see her facial expression I had no way of knowing if she was about to scream or if she was enjoying my timid caresses. Well, what if she did scream? Her husband was too stoned to avenge her honor.
Thus emboldened, I tugged at the front of her dress and brought it down to her navel. My hands slid up until they bumped into her tits, so firm and full that I just had to squeeze them! They were perfectly formed and high-tipped, that much I could tell in the dark. They were also sensitive. Her hand came up and pushed mine away. "Don't, I hate that!" she hissed.
"Then take off all your clothes," I said.
"Are you sure you know what you're doing?"
"Positive." My hands were still tingling from the brief contact they'd had with her teenage tits. I got out of my clothes as best I could, and the rustling from her side of the bed told me she was doing the same. Bert was snoring. The darkness wasn't so exclusive now. I could make out her form and the parts of her she didn't like to have touched. We faced each other, sitting on our knees, hands by our sides. I leaned forward and kissed her on the mouth. She liked that just fine.
Her lips were soft and full, just like the rest of her. Mine forced hers apart, very slowly, digging into her to get at her tongue. It took her a while to catch on but once she understood the objective her tongue joined in with mine right away. Her breath felt good against my cheek and a long strand of her golden hair caressed my face. My erection was complete. Now all I had to do was to make the rest of her body accessible. I tried to move in so that my body pressed into hers, but she went rigid at once. When I backed off our kissing could continue, and a moment later she was all heat and passion again. The mouth, then, was the only safe part of me. In that case I would have to kiss her all over!
She tried to keep my mouth from leaving hers, eagerly poking her tongue down my throat and following my face around. But by means of a subterfuge I got at her neck and once my lips brushed down her smooth skin she became like a cat getting stroked in the right place. Her head moved to one side and a tiny cry escaped her as my mouth traveled down to her shoulder. I made it down to her nipples, kissing them one after the other without the least interference. Jenny moaned as my tongue wrapped itself around her hard little bullets and her tits moved toward me eagerly for more. But she didn't try to touch me or encourage me to be more forward. She remained sitting with her legs folded under her, hands supporting her on the bed, and enjoying my kisses with all her heart.
Down further. I was loath to leave the perfect tits but I had to see how far she would let me go. It was hard to kiss her belly when no other part of me was allowed to touch her person, but I managed. Smooth and hard she was, all the way down to her navel, at which point her flesh pushed out a little and became soft. Soon after, the first pubic hairs brushed against my chin. And Jenny loved it! My lips were tugging at her hairs and my tongue was fully extended to get at her split before she could actually change her position to make further exploration possible. But she definitely approved, that was the main thing.
Through my mouth I was able to experience her in all her splendor. That young pussy opened up for me and fresh juices seeped out to fill my mouth with what my taste buds had been craving. Jenny kept her legs well apart for me. It sounded as if she was having little climaxes but I couldn't be sure in the dark. Bert snored. I kissed my way down to her thighs, leaving her cunt against my will. Jenny protested. "Keep eating me," she said, "that'll do it, you know, you'll cure me that way. I could feel it melting, honestly I could."
"Let's just make sure," I said, kissing and licking the supple thighs and going down past her knees to neutral territory. Jenny was getting desperate. Her cunt bobbed up and down in the dark and I wondered why she didn't do a little fingering to keep herself quiet. "Don't you ever play with yourself?" I asked.
"Never," was the answer. "Please eat me again, Eric. Don't you want to cure me?"
"In a minute," I said, kissing her toes. "Don't you enjoy this? I do. I could do it all night long, in fact. I'm crazy about toes." Her toes were no different from mine, smaller perhaps, but just as asexual. Still I continued to eat and suck them while she grew more and more impatient. When she was about to lose her temper I reached for her pussy with one outstretched finger. She saw it coming. Her cunt stopped bobbing and the room went still for a moment. The very tip of my finger came to rest on her pubic pelt. Her body grew taut. At once I flung myself headlong into her pussy, licking it with all my might until she was relaxed again and headed for ecstasy.
I ate her as if she was a cream pie. My teeth dug into her tender flesh, my lips pulled at her clitoris and labia, and sometimes I sucked all of her teenage twat down between my teeth and harried it until she was yelling her head off. That was the moment I chose to touch her cunt with both hands. She didn't notice. A finger slipped into her pussy. Still no reaction. My mouth was tugging at her flesh and my tongue lapped at her clitoris, making her writhe and convulse like a madwoman. Two fingers pushed into her cunt. She actually started to pulse up and down so that the digits were taken in deeper. I kept on distracting her for as long as my jaw muscles could stand it, eating voraciously and licking abrasively. Jenny was so near to a major orgasm that she couldn't breathe. I drew my face back and just fingered her flat out.
"Eat, eat, eat!" she groaned, tossing from side to side. "Oh Eric, it feels so nice, EAT ME ERIC, OH GOD NO, WHAT ARE YOU DOING, GET IT AWAY, DON'T IT'S AWFUL, AWFUL, I HATE IT, OOOOOOOOOHHHHH GET IT OUT, OH-OH-OOOHH FUCK ME ERIC!!" I fell on top of her and shoved my cock into that tight, hot pussy. She didn't get frightened, she didn't seize up; Jenny started to fuck back with that urgent, intemperate lack of rhythm so common in girls her age. She couldn't control her pelvic staccato, she didn't know that her nails were cutting me to ribbons, all she could do was yell and writhe and hope for the best. My cock plunged deep into her and stayed there while my hips pushed forward and further forward, rubbing my pubes against her clitoris and tickling her innards until she came with explosive force. "What's going on here?" the lights went on and Bert blinked his eyes as he tried to see who was making all the noise. "Jenny, is that you yelling? What's he doing, hurting you?"
"Oooooohhhh, noooooo!" she groaned, running her fingers through my hair. "No, he's not hurting me, Bert. Why don't you leave the room for a while?"
"You mean you're cured? Hey, great, baby! You can get off now, fella, I'll take over from here on in."
"Wait a minute," I said. I reached under her and pressed her cheeks together so hard that her cunt contracted around my cock. Then I started to fuck wildly, just banging it up her any old way, out for my satisfaction only. Bert seemed not to like what I was doing, but it was too late. The cream gushed out and I got off. "There you are," I said, slapping Jenny on the rump, "all broken in." Bert was already undressed and on top of her in a flash. He didn't care about my smart cracks. And Jenny, my patient, showed signs of regressing already.
I left them to it. The party was getting rough by this time. There were couples and triples everywhere, playing with each other, fucking, or just getting hopelessly drunk. Both the bands were playing, jamming with each other. The catering staff had given up trying to keep up with the demand for potables. They sat around drinking the stuff themselves. I tried to locate Tony but neither he nor that oriental piece were to be seen. Lara was where we had left her, slumped in her chair and missing all the fun.
The woman who had spoken to me earlier, approached me again. "Do you have a moment now?" she asked in a purring tone of voice. "I would so like to talk with you and your friend about... business."
"Business? Yes, sure, talk on," I said.
"Well, I thought you two might like to join me on my yacht. Lara is such a bitch and awfully tight-fisted, so I thought you'd enjoy a change."
"What is your name?" I asked. "I keep getting this feeling that I've seen you before."
"Madelyn Murdoch," she said.
"Of course! That's why I couldn't remember. I know you so well that I couldn't accept it really was you. I've seen all your movies, I used to play hookey just to see you take off your dress! Remember how that used to be a big deal? There you were in your bra, panties, and a slip, and the whole balcony was jerking off!"
"Please, let's not get chronological," she said, looking around in case anyone had heard my out-burst. "Talk with your friend and let me know your answer soon. This party is an awful bore. I would like to leave."
"Sit here and I'll try to find him." I had a fair idea where Tony would be. The first room I checked was Lara's, and there he was, lying royally on the enormous bed while the delicately beautiful Chinese girl ate his cock. I admired her for a moment, taken in by her softly rounded ass and the sparsely haired brown cunt lips pushing out from between her thighs as she bent over Tony's hard member; but then I had to tell him the news. He listened attentively in spite of the fine things she was doing for him, and when he heard that it was Madelyn Murdoch herself who wanted to rent us he almost jumped off the bed.
"Tell her yes, yes, yes!" he yelled. "Oh, sorry baby, I didn't mean to pull out. Yeah, that's a real break. She's supposed to be made of money. When does she want to leave?"
"Right away."
"Shit. Hey baby, give me your number, we'll finish this later." The oriental shook her head and took her clothes. She left the room without a back-ward glance. "Oh well," sighed Tony, struggling with his clothes, "you can't please everyone, so it's best to please the ones with money. She is just another starlet trying to blow her way into the big time."
We presented ourselves to Madelyn and she nodded with satisfaction. "Very good. Let's go, this party is very depressing." The chauffeur was waiting at the side of her limousine. He gave us a knowing wink and opened the door for us all. Tony sat on one side of the former sex symbol and I sat at her other. She rested her hands on our knees and told the chauffeur to head for the yacht.
The man drove fast, too fast for our liking. I wanted some time to rest up and I'm sure Tony's oriental debauch had put him out of action for a while, too. Madelyn caressed our thighs while staring straight ahead. How well I knew that profile. The delicate bone structure, the innocent yet wanton eyes, the full lips that had once haunted my dreams, and the full slope of her bosom that had driven me to fuck my fist over and over during my adolescence. I kept getting scenes from her movies, especially the one where she had shown more flesh than was permitted by conventional standards. Once she was lying on a towel, quite nude, and the camera had been aimed so that the beginning of her ass was visible. All of us boys urged the cameraman to track back a little so we could enjoy the full rise of her flesh, but the man was a disciple of Eisen stein. And then, just as we began to despair, Madelyn lifted the side nearest the camera, and for one ecstatic second we got to see her tits and some shadowy configurations that might well have been pubic hair! All we schoolboys were anxious for the movie to end so we could rush off home and fuck her in the solitude of our rooms.
And now she was sitting right beside me, her hand resting casually on my lap, those famous tits heaving just inches from my face. Sure, she was a few years older and her fame had diminished with the coming of hardcore, but a large part of my adolescence was still tied in with her. Never mind the rest! I wanted to take her right there in the back-seat of her limousine! She could tell. My cock was hard under her hand and she smiled at me just as she had smiled at all of us from the silver screen, sexy, promising the world. I reached for her tits and she let me fondle her for a while. Then she tapped my hand and told me to wait till we were home.
Tony hadn't been much of a movie-goer in those days of hairy palms and blue balls. He'd been fucking long before he gave me my start with one of his used girlfriends. But he knew who Madelyn was and he knew that a million men lusted after her at any given time of the day. If I knew him, he'd be getting horny over that fact alone. Sure enough, Madelyn bestowed the same kind of smile upon him and fondly patted his bulge.
"Lara is going to be furious," she said happily, "but it's time someone paid her back. And now I have two loaded six-guns -- could you step on it, Wilson?" The chauffeur nodded and the car's nose rose slightly to cut through the night all the more rapidly. "Did you really used to get excited over my movies?" she asked me. "Or were you just saying that to make me feel good all over?"
"Every time I saw your movies I starched the sheets," I said, and I proceeded to tell her about the scene I had remembered. Madelyn grew flushed during the story, she sat closer to me and grabbed hold of my arm to stop herself from shaking. "We used to dream about your tits," I said, "me and all my schoolmates. You don't know what you did to us. All of us had visions of big white puddings topped by pink nipples swimming about behind our eyes, soft and warm, pliant, just like they are now." My hand slipped down her decolletage. "All, there they are and they feel better than any of us could have imagined. Do you know how much sperm has been shed over these seemingly innocuous appendages? Gallons and gallons, all sacrificed for the sake of your glorious body. Let me take them out, they don't deserve to be hidden from view. Oh Jesus, I think I'm going to blow in my pants out of sheer habit!"
"Don't do that!" she said with some alarm, referring to me wasting any more of my cream. But she let me take her tits out of her evening gown, and she seemed as excited by them as Tony and I were. They were a splendid pair, full and ripe, white as snow and the nipples were as pink as ever they had been in my imagination. They weren't quite as perfect, though, because instead of being fluted they were quite blunt and one had a tiny cleft in the middle as if it was a Siamese twin. Tony and I took a tit each and hung off her like pups off a bitch. Madelyn wrapped her arms about our necks and held us close. As one Tony and I reached down to her knees and started to lift the ankle-length gown up inch by inch. Madelyn didn't seem to notice. Her eyes had a faraway look in them, as though she was imagining all those onanistic boys going crazy over her body in those good old days. The gown reached her knees and now we moved our hands up her inner thighs, working as one, sucking her tits as one, determined to pay her back for all the blissful agony she had caused us and our fellow pubescents.
When I touched her cunt I felt as though the mysteries of sex had suddenly unfolded before my eyes. Never, not even in my most febrile dreams, had I thought about her cunt. In those days I had no idea what a pussy looked like so it was a missing piece. But I had been aware that it was there, an instinctual or atavistic pussy-awareness, amorphous, cloying, and breathtaking. Now I had found the source of it all. Of course she wore no underwear, what sex symbol did? Her cunt was a long slit in pulvinated flesh, with downy hair growing richly along both sides of the valley. My finger slipped inside the moist enclosure between her labia and my cock threatened to burst out of my pants. Her dress was still in the way so I could only sense her vaginal dimensions with my hands, but who needed more? I felt as though one glimpse of her cunt would be overkill. My mouth clung to her nipple and sucked and nibbled at it dutifully, but my concentration was all on that warm, moist pussy, and my hand contended with Tony's for the choicest parts of it.
Madelyn looked like a queen bee on Mother's Day. She kept hugging us by the neck, pressing our faces deep into her marvelous tits. They stuck out a long way, yet they weren't the telescopic type of tits, the kind that you feel like stringing a swing between. They started high up her chest and the foundation extended from her armpits to the breast-bone, big and firm tits, nature's original model that's been so badly abused since. They were tits that you could lose yourself in and we would have if her cunt hadn't been so... well, total! Just feeling her up was better than fucking most women. Madelyn relaxed into our caresses and sat forward so we could get at the rest of her. Her dress rode up her thighs and when I glanced down now I could see a few tufts of pubic hair sticking out. My self-control was rapidly giving out. Those tufts beckoned me imperiously. I couldn't refuse. And so I abandoned her beautiful tits to slip down to my knees and eat her right there in the back of her limousine. Tony obligingly withdrew his hand and concentrated on her tits so I could eat her with gusto. And Madelyn, intent on doing her bit, spread her legs wide and pushed her pussy at me until she was almost off the seat.
In the flashing light of passing street lamps I caught strobe-like glimpses of her cunt. It was blonde, which was a relief, dark blonde and her hair grew naturally wild except that it had been trimmed around the edges so she could pose and wear bikinis. The slit of her flesh was quite bare, as though the hair had been worn away there. I sat on my knees and let my tongue take little stabs at her inner flesh, moving back to get her into focus again, and then digging in once more just to prepare her for the real onslaught. She could hardly wait. Madelyn was more than just a sex symbol, she was a sex bomb!
At last I let my face rest between her ineffable thighs and just ate her out with passion. No finesse, no tricks, I ate her cunt as a whole and she loved it. Her juices tasted finer than anyone's, richer somehow and more piquant, but that could have been my imagination. I couldn't forget that this was the Madelyn Murdoch, that these were the cheeks that had made me squeeze my popcorn container till it busted open. My hands were under her ass to give her more leverage, feeding her pussy into my face, and feeling that soft, deep flesh at the same time. I made a mental note to thank Tony later. Without his dogged persistence I wouldn't be here eating the most expensive and adulated pussy in the world.
The car came to a stop halfway through my cuntal feast. I didn't want to move. My face was deep in between her labia, moving from side to side so that her ample juices would cover my countenance, and my tongue was deep into the pulsating channel of her cunt giving as good as it got. "Oh Wilson!" Madelyn said in an uncertain voice, "Do make sure everyone is tucked in before we come on board!"
"Certainly, madam." She let me eat her for a few more minutes and then, resolutely, she pulled away from me. Her gown was rolled up about her waist now, she might as well have been naked. Tony had taken off his suit and was left only wearing a shirt. She'd been giving him a mild hand job while he sucked her tits. And I didn't know what was happening any more. We walked out into the cool night air toward the gangplank and I almost missed it by several feet. Madelyn pulled me back from the watery chasm and led me into her cabin.
It was a big boat and there Seemed to be a lot of doors that we had to pass on the way to the quarters of the queen. I didn't give it any more thought, though. Madelyn walked ahead of me, her dress still crumpled about her waist and her full, white cheeks flounced from side to side as she walked. Delicious! I placed the palms of my hands on her ass to feel the motion. She turned around and smiled, then unlocked the door and admitted us to her quarters. The lights went on, the door was locked again, and the three of us faced each other with bated breath. First of all I took off my clothes. They made me too uncomfortable and sticky. Tony disposed of his shirt, Madelyn let her dress fall to the floor. Now that we were naked there were no more barriers left. Tony moved to one side of her and I took the other, caressing, fondling, fingering, working my cock against her thigh and squeezing her fit, her ass, working the side of my hand into the cleft of her ass until my index finger found her cunt hole and got sucked inside.
"Oh dear, you boys make me feel crazy!" Madelyn giggled. "Careful, now, you'll make me attack you. Ooohhh, what are you doing!" She laughed and tried to wriggle out of our grasp, but both of us had a finger up her pussy and she couldn't go far. Tony and I started to finger-fuck her quite deliberately, trying to bring her up to our level of excitement. My cock was bursting at the seams, desperate to invade this fabled body. Only our experience with Lara made us hang back until the woman reached her critical phase. We didn't want to be saddled with hollow dildos again. Madelyn was in full sail. We managed to get onto her big bed where we could continue our double fingering in greater comfort. She lifted her legs high and wide and we snuck inside their reach to jam our fingers into the livid pink pussy and take her up to at least cloud eight. When she was high enough Tony gave me the wink that meant she was in for a Tony & Eric Special. He went first, lying by her side and working his cock into her from behind her thigh so that it went in sideways. Madelyn clamored for more. Now it was my turn. I took up the opposite position to Tony's, on her right side and the back of my cock pressed against the back of his. My hand was under her ass and squeezing her flesh in such a way as to open her pussy right up. "It hurts!" she moaned, doing her utmost to give me an easier passage into her body. "You're both too big, the pain is terrible, don't stop!"
My knob put the pressure on her cunt hole until her ragged pink flesh stretched far enough to admit me. Tony and I coordinated our movements as best we could under the circumstances. Now and then I had to stop to let my cock settle down a bit. It was all too much for me to see my sex symbol crying out, moaning, sweating, and handling her own tits to keep her passions in balance. But the challenge gave me strength. I kept pushing my dick up and up until our cocks were level and buried right up her. Then, with practiced movements, we started to do the Special, in and out together, fucking her in unison so that she got two for the price of one. Madelyn appreciated our ingenuity. Her legs were arched over our laboring bodies and both her hands were down on her cunt to stretch her cunt flesh and flex it so that her clitoris wouldn't be left out. She cooperated with us on every stroke, moaning a melody of passion through her clenched teeth and rolling her head from side to side as tiny orgasms exploded in her belly. She made us both feel good and superpotent, so we fucked harder and started to introduce a few variations on the theme.
Whenever Tony pulled back I pushed further in and vice versa, to make her cunt a center for unruly cocks. This required some skill since one cock could easily push the other one out, but we had done it before. Madelyn couldn't believe it. She even sat up a little way and watched as our cocks pushed in and out in contrapuntal time, moving like pistons and giving her more than she had bargained for. She fell back and now she was well on the way. Her body was shaking violently, her hands tried to play with her tits but she couldn't coordinate her motions. As our cocks barged in and out and stretched her flesh, she started groaning and yelling loudly, hoarsely, egging us on and expressing her feelings at the top of her lungs. We worked at it, suppressing our own violent desires to ejaculate our virility into her distended cunt.
"MY GOD, TWO OF THEM!" she yelled at one point. "SO BIG, SO STRONG, UNH, HARDER, AAAAAHHHHH YESSSSSSSSS, COME NOW, COME IN ME, BLOW IT ALL UP MY CUNT, MY CUNT, MY CUNT, SLIME ALL OVER IT, YESSSSSSSSS CREAM IN ME, I WANT TO FEEL YOU BLOW IN ME, OH JESUS I CAN FEEL IT AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!" We were happy to oblige her. Our sperm ricocheted against her cunt walls and she clamped her cunt tightly about our cocks as if to squeeze the rest out. At the end she looked a little disappointed. "That wasn't much cream," she said, "but I suppose that bitch Lara milked you dry. It was a lovely fuck, though, I've no complaints about that... only I love to have men come in me, I don't know why. Perhaps you two should stay in your cabins for a couple of days and store it up. Would you mind?"
"A couple of days?" we said dubiously.
"Yes, just until your balls are good and full. Anyway," she said, seeing more doubt on our faces, "you have no choice. While we were fucking, the yacht set out to sea. You're now getting close to the outskirts of the marina, so unless you want to swim for it... "
"Okay, you win." She smiled and rang for Wilson to come and show us to our quarters. Tony and I were a little crestfallen. If the Special couldn't make her our slave, what could? We had several days to think up a better one.