Chapter 6
Toni Davon woke up disoriented, and with the greatest hangover she had ever had-in fact the first one
She was at first unable to understand why she was in bed between Chris and Shawna Gael; and then the shocking, ripping, gut-searing memory of the previous day and night came back to her ... in fragments which she had to put together like a jigsaw puzzle.
She had a blurred memory of showering with Shawna, and then somehow they had been in bed together, doing unspeakable things to each other ... and had been caught by Rory and Chris!
The stunned, pale-maned girl stirred as she remembered Rory storming off in a fury ...
My God! she realized. J sucked his cock- and I loved it!
Oh, how could I have ever gotten myself into this? the suddenly-aware young bride asked herself. And even as she faced the terrible self-accusation, Toni Davon realized that she had loved every minute of it. Some deep well of carnality in her had been finally tapped, and she had to admit that she would be a slave to sex from now on. It would have been repulsive enough if her own husband had led her to this state of degradation; but to be initiated by two complete strangers, who were now in bed with her and so close that their bodies were hotly pressed to hers, was incredible!
"Toni, honey, you're awake."
The still-drowsy blonde tensed as she felt Chris Gael send his nimble fingers sliding lewdly up the ultra-sensitive flesh of her inner thigh and trailing teasingly over the tender lips of her pussy, working between the soft wetness of her cunt slit. She instinctively moved to claw at him, but her newly aroused sensuality overwhelmed her and she could only whimper a weak protest
"Oohh. Chris ... nooooo.. "
"Honey, any day that begins with a fuck has to be beautiful."
Blinking, writhing under the digital caress, Toni realized Shawna was also awake, her deep reddish-brown hair tousled, her full, rich breasts exposed, and that she was watching with pleasure as her husband made his advances so expertly. Against her will, Toni found her woman's body undulating to meet the probing fingers.
"Have a good fuck while I throw some breakfast together," the long-limbed redhead said with a salacious grin.
"Ooooohhhh... God!" Toni moaned as she watched Shawna put on a short robe and slip from the room. She wanted to scratch and bite at the man in bed with her, but the demands of her body, still aroused, wouldn't be denied. Groaning, she let her long, tanned legs be parted and automatically began to stroke the hot length of Chris Gael's penis when he led her reluctant hand to it. Toni knew she was being led into sin.
Led into sin? She was so deep in it already that she could never get out of the slime pit! Pitifully she moaned, "Oh, Chris, it was all a mistake!"
"A mistake? You loved it! You needed it," he said in a soothing voice. "Now wet me up and we'll have a long, slow fuck."
The dazed blonde, facing the fact that the expertly caressing man in bed with her spoke the truth-no matter how bitter it was-made no resistance as he firmly pushed her tousled head down to his loins. Obediently she wet her lips and then began to lick the reddish-purple head of his rigid cock. Once her lips touched it she had to have it! Groaning with lewd desire, she drew it into the hot, wet cavern of her mouth and her cheeks hollowed, sharply outlining the pole-like shaft, as it probed deep into her throat. Her little tongue softly experimented, and what she had learned in her half-drugged state of a few hours before quickly returned.
Toni imagined she could still taste his cum, and wanted to taste it again. Abandoning all decency, all the morals built up over the years of her life, she began to fellate Chris Gael wildly, her blonde hair tossing as if she were caught in a tornado as the delicious cock rammed deeper and deeper into her throat and the need to devour his semen became an overwhelming desire.
"Nooo ... Noooo!" she cried out when his strong hands grasped her hair and roughly pulled her avid mouth from his long, hard cock. "Chris ... Chris ... Chris!!! WHY STOP ME NOW?"
"I'm nice and wet and hard. . I want to fuck." His saturnine face was implacable. "Get on top of me and put me in your cunt."
Meekly, like a slave girl, the lovely blonde moved to straddle him. Shamelessly she took his saliva-slick cock and guided it to the flowering lips of her flexing pussy. Positioning herself, she let her weight down suddenly and felt the rampant spear ram up into her yearning body until the rubbery cockhead smacked against her cervix. It did feel nice! Ooooh, how nice!
Her loins clenching tight to the impaling staff of his manhood, Toni Davon fell on top of him, her hair spraying to cover his face as she wildly kissed him, drawing his tongue deep into her mouth, and her firm, resilient breasts flattened against his chest as with a jerking of his hips Chris Gael began to fuck deep up into her steaming hot pussy.
"I wanted you to cum in my mouth again!" the aroused taffy-haired girl said, riding up and down the rigid pole. "Oooohhh ... this is so nice ... but I wanted to suck you dry!"
"A lot of calories in cum," he said, grinning and grasping her wildly whirling asscheeks. God, she was a hot fuck! Even hotter than Shawna!
"I want to drink you dry," Toni panted as her passion rose. She could feel his cock reaming her wildly, sending great ripples of her cunt flesh ahead of it each time it slammed up into her quaking belly against the mouth of her womb. "God help me, that's what I want!"
"You'll know when I'm ready to cum ... then suck it, baby," Chris said, grinding his loins against her wetly seeping cunt.
Feverishly, Toni screwed up and down his rigidly thick phallus, luxuriating in the feel of the huge knoblike head plundering her tightly grasping young pussy.
"OOOOOHHHH ... AAAUUUUUGGGGHH!!!" she screamed. "CHRIS! I'M CUMMMIINNGG!!"
She felt his cock piston up into her cunt, his pelvic bone hammering her tender, sensitive clitoris, and her juices began to gush, soaking both of them and the rich silk sheet beneath.
It happened not once but five times before she felt his cock flexing, becoming even longer, swelling and ballooning inside her ravenous vagina.
"Now! If you want to suck!" he cried out.
With a moan of desire, Toni sprang off him, her cuntlips snapping shut with a wet, sucking sound. She barely had time to kneel between the wide-stretched legs of Chris Gael before the first hot, aromatic bursts of his long-stored semen shot into her gaping mouth. Eagerly she clamped her hot, passion-swollen lips tightly to the jerking head of his penis and sucked, sucked, sucked, gulping the hot, thick flesh deep into her throat as her tongue teased it and her little white teeth nibbled ravenously on the phallus until it was limp and shrunken and useless in her salivating mouth. She could feel the swirling pool of his cum in her heaving little belly, and for a long time she knelt between his legs, not caring what she had become.
Toni Davon liked it.
Meanwhile, Shawna Gael was moving with practiced efficiency in the kitchen, preparing a health-restoring breakfast after having first performed one essential chore. If there was one thing she liked almost as well as fucking and sucking, it was cooking. She believed that if a body was going to fuck, it should be well fed, and she devoted a great amount of energy to what she did in her kitchen. Now she was preparing a meal that would make a lumberjack burp, with an eye on the clock, it was a matter of pride with her that everything went on the table in proper sequence at the exact moment it was needed.
She also believed that food, like music, soothes savage beasts, and there were two savagely fucking in the house at the moment. If Toni Davon didn't get fed well after a wake-up fuck, she would climb the walls.
On the stove that was big enough for a restaurant, hash-brown potatoes were frying, thick center cuts of ham were sizzling, and small but succulent filet mignon steaks were doing the same under the broiler. A bowl of whipped eggs, cream, and butter waited for just the right minute, along with spicy sausages. Biscuits were rising in the oven, and the room was filled with the aroma of rich Colombian coffee as a loaf of French bread slowly toasted. By the grill, a batch of buttermilk-pancake batter waited. Because they entertained so much, the kitchen had been automated. Things turned off and on at the command of a complex timer. Shawna checked to see that all was in order, and then went to make sure the important machinery was functioning.
It was located in a small room into which no one was ever allowed. The room was not visible to the casual eye, being entered through a closet which was purposely littered. Shawna poured herself an oversized cup of coffee and went there.
It might have been the control room of a small television studio. There was a console with many knobs, and above it four screens. Nobody knew about the tape cameras. They were placed to cover every inch of the master bedroom where Toni Davon was getting her wake-up fuck. "Oh, how she's loving it!" Shawna murmured to herself as she eased into a comfortable swivel chair and pushed a button which turned on a fifth, really big screen. "What a sweet fuck she is!" In vivid color, she could see the tightly clamping cuntlips of the aroused blonde as she rose and reamed herself down over Chris Gael's obscenely sunken penis. The coral-hued flesh was drawn out on every upstroke, then savagely swallowed as Toni ground her yearning loins down on the rigid spike of male-flesh. Toni's beautiful breasts were bouncing and jiggling to the point where they were almost a blur, and her ass was churning and grinding as Chris fucked up into her dripping pussy.
"Have we ever found a new toy!" Shawna said salaciously, turning up the sound to get the wet, sluicing sounds. Toni's pale mane of hair was flailing wildly, her face contorted with passion and she was grunting and groaning with her efforts. Time after time she screamed out her climax like a wild woman. And then abruptly she was scrambling, wildly kneeling between the widespread legs of Chris and her ravenous mouth was gulping at his cock as he began to fuck madly into the hot oral cavern. Strings of cum oozed from Toni's passionate lips and her smooth throat jerked with her eager swallowing even as her pussy gushed with a new outpouring of her lust, the lips flexing as the pearly cum seeped from her loins. Shawna was somewhat amazed that the prudish young blonde had turned on to all kinds of sex so fast, and she wished she could be in the big bed, her tongue dipping into the sweetly flowing cunt slit with its sopping-wet blonde-curled fringe. Well, she told herself, there'll be plenty of chances in the future.
In one night, Toni Davon had been turned into the sweetest cunt-lapper or cock-sucker anyone could imagine!
She might freak from guilt, but Shawna Gael, with her long experience, thought not. Once she came down from her sex high, Toni would accept it and go on. She wouldn't have much choice once she saw the tapes, after Chris had edited them. With a little editing and some straight scenes, Toni could be coerced. They could make at least three blue movies ... and at practically no cost. Just some drinks and a few thousand feet of videotape. They already had the standard F & S- fuck and suck-and lesbian scenes. And the way the lovely blonde took to it would be enough to carry some short ones, but that would be throwing money away.
They would need the filler stuff, something that would pass for plot, if only to satisfy the censors.
And the price would go up into the millions if they could get her into a sandwich. Fucked by two men at once.
Shit, Shawna thought. There's got to be an assfuck in there someplace!
Men loved to see a pretty girl get screwed in the ass!
Things had moved so fast that neither she nor Chris had given enough thought to that, and she felt Toni Davon wouldn't do it willingly.
She would have to be threatened, humiliated to the point where she would yield to anything.
Well, maybe not a German Shepherd.
That scene was one even Shawna herself had vetoed. Animalism was repulsive to her, even though she'd seen some beautiful girls apparently turn on while they were being fucked by a dog or donkey.
As, on the monitors, she saw Toni languorously move to kiss Chris, her mouth streaming with his cum, her alarm wrist-watch went off.
In the kitchen, she checked on the huge breakfast. Everything was on schedule. She picked up the phone, pressed the intercom button and in a moment answered the sex-weary voice of her husband.
"It's beautiful, and breakfast is about ready."
"Ten minutes," he mumbled. He sounded like he had fucked himself to death. "Toni's in the shower."
Toni thought she would be shamefaced when she came into the elaborate dining room, yet she felt a glow deep inside her. Although she might have fallen into the deepest pits of depravity, she had found something, if not of moral value, then of importance. She found it easy to smile and joke with both Chris and Shawna Gael, and only for fleeting seconds thought of where her angry husband might be. Her only concern was how she would get back to her apartment, but that didn't seem to be serious. She had never felt so fulfilled as a woman before, depraved and perverted as she knew she had been.
Tom wasn't even afraid to face her husband now. After all, he was the one who had caused it all..
"One of us can drive you home, but we've got a heavy schedule today," Chris said smoothly, his eyes carrying a message. "In the garage there's a Mustang with the top down. Take it and we'll pick it up sometime."
Feeling stuffed from all she had eaten and sure she had put on at least five pounds, Toni Davon agreed. Still slightly dizzy from all the lovemaking, and the realization of what she was really like deep down inside, she took the car and drove home. Rory might raise hell with her, but hadn't he done as much, or more?
She vowed to stand up to him as she jammed the gas pedal down.