Chapter 9
It began in the late afternoon, almost twilight, when over the distant mountains to the west, thunderheads were mushrooming in the light of the setting sun, black and ominous on top, their fat bottoms reflecting the day's light.
There was an atmosphere of impending storm around the tree-shaded pool as the Oriental house boy passed drinks and snacks. Heat waves still shimmered in the desert sands surrounding the rancho. The talk was nervous until the first few drinks took hold.
Chris and Shawna were wondering whether they could pull it off.
Micah was wondering if the leggy blonde was going to accuse her of trying to steal Rory. Now that she knew him better, Mike had concluded she didn't want him-he was in love with himself. Although he kept insisting she was the only one he could get really long-lasting hard for, she sensed there would be another girl in a few months. Meanwhile, he did fuck her beautifully and she had come to believe he even liked her little breasts. She had given some thought to and a lot of appraising glances at her bosom lately and concluded that even though her tits were small, they did fit the rest of her. And they were firm, with no suggestion of sagging, ever. And certainly very responsive. Just a touch of his lips to the berrylike nipples was enough to make her almost blow her mind. Mike had read a lot of erotic books, in most of which the heroine sooner or later got screwed between the tits, usually with a man rising up at the last second to jam his jerking, spurting cock between her eagerly open lips or cumming all over her face and in her hair. Well, that could never happen to her, because, well formed or not, her breasts were still too small to be squeezed around a long, thick, grinding cock.
Rory Davon was apprehensive, and not quite sure why both he and Toni had been invited. Although they had kept their domestic problem as quiet as possible, he knew the Vegas grapevine had picked it up and the word must have spread a long way, because twice he'd had calls from New York advertising agencies who wanted Toni to model. But maybe that was just the result of enthusiastic reception of the layout he'd done for the fag rag merchant. What hurt was that neither agency had asked him to handle the camera work.
Toni, who had never heard about the job offers, was equally uncomfortable, surrounded as she was by her lover, her husband's mistress and her host and hostess, with whom she had had the wildest sex experience of her life.
Only DeCosta was at ease, his Latin face showing nothing of whatever he might be feeling. He didn't consider it a crunch situation. There was nothing any of these people could take from him; they could only give. He had nothing for them to steal. His cop's mind kept wondering why he had been invited and he looked for signals from Shawna, but none had come through. He tried to fish it out, even reaching back to his days of government service and considering the off-chance that this could be a part of an elaborate conspiracy to discredit him as a potential witness in some court cases which were pending-very important cases, penetrating deep into the vitals of the Pentagon and both houses of Congress and even the White House itself. But he finally discarded this line of thought. There were other intelligence agents who could give the same testimony, and document it.
Well, time would tell. He felt confident of taking care of himself.
The house boy brought more drinks, chilled shakers of Margaritas and others with Pernod, and then as the sun went down and the moon came up, red heaters turned on to warm the tiles around the pool, making a dim hellish light.
Toni was feeling the drinks a little, relaxing. She felt her courage building and thought this would be a fine time to have it all out with Rory. But they were guests, and what she wanted to say wasn't the sort of thing to bring up at parties unless everybody is blind drunk, which none of them were.
She was glad when a substantial but simple dinner of cold meats and cheeses and delicious things she couldn't quite identify arrived on a wheeled cart, along with refreshingly dry. light wines, which went quickly and relaxingly to her head. She found herself sitting next to little Micah and the sort of impulse that often comes to the slightly, pleasantly intoxicated struck her. The taffy-haired girl just had to clear the air. Sipping from a glass of perfectly chilled Chablis, she reached to touch Mike on the leg and said, "Can we talk? I mean here, quietly."
"You've been wanting to all afternoon," the tiny girl said. "Let's air it out."
"I know what's going on; you do, too. Do you want Rory? No strings, no bitterness." Toni fought back tears.
Mike chewed thoughtfully on a sliver of smoked Smithfield ham and said thoughtfully, "No.... At first it was exciting, having a man as handsome as Rory is even look at little me! But if I could take him from you, he wouldn't be worth having." Her slender ringers caressed Toni's near-naked body. "I don't think he can love, and you're finding that out the hard way. Girl talk, Toni. Now you look at me. Can you imagine a man like Rory getting hard, really hard for this skinny morsel? God, there just has to be some perversion in him, but I'm not Freud or Jung and couldn't guess at it. But when I feel his cock screwing up into my cunt, almost tearing me in half, he's so violent, I feel like a woman!" She formed a wry grin with her beautiful, heavy-lipped mouth. "And I guess you know that's the bottom line."
For a long minute Toni studied the little dark-haired girl and saw something in her. It was subtle and yet honest.
"Mike, I just realized something," Toni Davon whispered. "You're beautiful. I think you could have any man you wanted ... or any woman."
"Is that an offer?" Mike said, joking.
"It-it might be," the distressed young blonde murmured after some thought. "I've only made love with a woman once-I might as well tell you that it was Shawna. I never thought I could do that, but it was beautiful. I don't know how to explain it." She turned to look deep into the other girl's eyes in the pale light. "I mean there was tenderness and friendship and, well, a delicious sexual satisfaction too. Kissing and licking her all over was ... so fulfilling."
"And you feel you want to make love with me?" Mike said, unable to believe her ears.
Toni felt an insane surge of desire to possess this little girl who had captivated her husband.
"Intensely," she whispered, and found her fingers sliding up Mike's inner thighs and working obscenely under the elastic band of the bikini bottom, seeking the soft wetness of pussy lips. "As soon as we can."
"Let's go into the house," Mike said, and then, laughing softly, "but not hand in hand until we're out of sight."
At poolside, Chris and Shawna Gael looked at each other and with cocked eyebrows, imperceptibly nodded.
DeCosta observed but gave no sign.
Rory Davon missed the whole thing, being occupied with a drink and the logistical problems of achieving an objective. He had decided he wanted to fuck Shawna, which meant he would somehow have to separate the auburn-haired beauty from the others-and for a good long time. Even though he had the arrangement with Chris Gael, he was still confronted with the possibility of either his wife or his near-midget friend catching them. And he didn't like the way DeCosta was being so quiet, apparently seeing and hearing all, but saying only enough to be polite.
It took him several minutes to realize that Toni and Mike had both disappeared, probably to the rest room. He hoped Mike had sense enough to keep her cocksucking mouth shut! He thought she did. Vaguely he remembered the two of them whispering and touching. Jesus! Could it be that they were ...
Oh, never! Toni had only had one lesbian experience, and she had been maneuvered into that, would never have even considered it if she had been sober. And if there was anyone in the world she had a right to hate, it was Mike. Maybe they had just gone off to quietly scratch and bite each other.
The hidden tape cameras were running, and the imported photog was moving behind the two-way mirrors with the heavy Arriflex. Although he was homosexual, he was excited at seeing the two beautiful girls making it. He filmed it all. It looked like they could go at each other all night, but he had his instructions. Using the zoom lens he came in tight on the wet shots. Expertly he replaced the reels and silently slipped outside to give the sign to Chris Gael. A second camera was loaded in case the first one ran out of film at a crucial moment.
The door to the huge bedroom opened and the scantily clad group slipped in. Toni was so entranced that she never heard them until suddenly they were surrounding the bed.
Her husband, Rory, lewdly fondling the full ripe mounds of Shawna. Rolling her long nipples between his fingers.
Chris and her own lover, DeCosta, grinning as her delving tongue froze in the hot slit of Mike's churning pussy.
"Why stop now?" Rory said. He was peeling his jeans off. "Let's all have a party!"
Dazed, still under the influence of the Pernod and other things she had consumed, the hotly aroused, young taffy-haired girl was stunned as she gazed between the lubricious, sweating thighs of Mike and saw them all stripping their swimming suits off.
"Oh, my God!" Toni gasped as the bed rocked with their weight. The three men were fully, magnificently erect, and Shawna's cunt, fringed with its contrasting auburn hair, glistened with the moistness of desire. She wondered if this could be a dream ... but no, their flesh was too real. She felt herself pressed between male and female bodies and lips and tongues and teeth and fingers, all seeming to reach the most sensitive part of her body. She squirmed and groaned and kissed and licked in return, moaning, "Aaaaaaahhhhhh!"
Whatever morality she once possessed vanished in that moment.
"I'M CUMMMIINNNGGG... CUUMMIINNGG... CUUUMMIINNNGGG!!!" she cried out, furiously grinding up her loins to whatever lips were sucking her cunt. "OH, FUCK MEEEE!"
She found herself cumming into the anonymous lips. Gushing from the flowering petals of her pussy. And all that did was increase her need for a long, thick, hard cock ramming into her suddenly wanton flesh.
But they denied this to her... and they took passionate little Micah away.
In a daze, she saw Mike pulled into a kneeling position on the big bed, her face over Rory's loins, and then the incredible length of his cock ramming into her wide-stretched lips even as Chris Gael knelt behind her wildly waving ass and rammed his penis smoothly and deeply into the hot, wet depths of her rectum, hardly causing the little girl to miss a beat in the steady plunging of her avid mouth up and down the rigid phallus.
"Oh, I can't believe it!" Toni whispered, even knowing that she was very much a part of it. Her tender young cunt burned, Strangely, she felt no jealousy at seeing her husband being fellated by the girl she had just tasted minutes before. She was fascinated by the way Mike's rectal passage clamped like a hot velvet glove around the rampaging thick cock that was drilling into it.
This was the wildest thing that had ever happened!
Her own cunt was on fire.
Seeing the little girl sucking cock and getting fucked in the ass pushed her past the boiling point, and almost pitifully the aroused young blonde looked to Shawna and DeCosta and mumbled, "I need ... need ... Ooooohhhh ... fuck!" She licked her cum-glistening lips and gasped, "Both of you!"
They moved to her, reaching, caressing her tingling flesh, kissing and lewdly stroking her breasts and between her writhing legs. DeCosta moved to mount her and aimed his ready penis at her lubricious cunt, but Toni pushed and kicked.
"No!" she cried. "I want it like she's getting it! Up my ass! I've never had it that way! Fuck my ass, DeCosta!"
"Roll over and get up on your knees," he said eagerly, stroking the long, thick shaft of his manhood. "Shawna, you hold her, because she'll yell when I go in."
Shawna held her in a very effective way, clamping Toni's face between her strong thighs, as Toni's smooth asscheeks waved in the air.
"Uuuuuuugggghhhh!" Toni gasped, her lips savoring the pussy as the first pain came. She knew it was only a finger, stretching the rubbery sphincter muscle, but it hurt! It twirled around, going deeper and deeper... and then there was a second finger. Held prisoner by the strong legs and the hands gripping her tangled hair, she couldn't stop licking. And then the fingers were withdrawn from her wide-stretched anus and she sighed with relief. She couldn't understand how Mike was taking it up the ass so easily, only inches away from her in the big bed.
Then she felt the soft rubbery pressure of the cockhead press between her clenching asscheeks, and after the roughness of the fingers it felt good... and Toni really wanted to try it!
But she didn't realize how long and hard the prick would be.
The fingers had stretched her sensitive flesh until it opened readily now, but she gasped and stopped her licking and kissing and tried to cry out that it was too thick!
"You'll love it, after a minute," Shawna murmured, pulling Toni's head back. "Just relax- If you've never been fucked in the ass, you don't know a thing about fucking."
"Oooohhhh... aaaahhhh..." Toni groaned, her tongue again seeking the wet, hot furrow of Shawna's grinding cunt even as the impaling phallus slowly penetrated her tight virgin anus. She felt DeCosta's strong hands gripping the grinding cheeks of her buttocks as inexorably he pressed his cock, hard as a bar of iron, into her tortuously stretched asshole.
"Uuuuuggghhh ... Ooohhhh!" the aroused taffy-haired girl groaned in agony. In a mirror, from the corner of her eye, she could see her beautiful face held captive by the clutching hands of Shawna while DeCosta's hands held her squirming hips in a viselike grip and his long cock slowly bored into her tender little anus. God! She had never imagined anything so salaciously obscene, so humiliating, could happen to her! Yet in the sheer vile perversion of it, mingled with the pain, there was excitement and arousal. She felt the flexing of his cock in her ass, stretching her sphincter even wider, and then the lunging of his body as he rammed all of it into her softly yielding flesh to the hilt. It seemed as if her quaking belly was split in two, and with her wet mouth held tight to Shawna's surging cunt, she tried to scream, but there was hardly any sound ... and Shawna was cumming in her mouth, gushing with the sweetness of Vermont maple syrup, and Toni Davon was sucking and swallowing and wildly driving her hot wet tongue into the depths, so aroused that she forgot the pain in her rectum.
Oh, how sweet it was!
Her mind reeled ... and when reality returned, the aroused young wife realized DeCosta was immobile, barely flexing the mushroom-shaped head of his cock in her asshole, not screwing it. The excitement of tasting Shawna's cum had freed her constricted muscles and the pain of impalement had begun to turn to wildly erotic pleasure of a sort she had never felt before.
DeCosta's throbbing penis was jammed so tight in her clenching ass that his semen-heavy balls were mashed against the flowering lips of her cunt, the hair on them tickling the wildly aroused bud of her clitoris. Scant inches away she could see the wet length of Chris Gael's cock reaming and ramming mercilessly into the wildly gyrating asscheeks of little Mike, while Mike's distended lips sucked furiously on the rigid pole of her own husband's prick!
Fighting her way free of the tightly clamping thighs of Shawna, her lips sweet and dripping with the auburn-haired girl's cum, Toni Davon writhed and undulated her hips against the unmoving cock buried in her anus and cried, "Oooooohhhh.,. Why don't you fuck me hard, the way she's getting it! Now it feels so good all the way up my ass!"
It was frustrating, seeing little Micah get it so hard, each pile-driving stroke of Chris Gael's into her lubricious asshole driving her tiny body forward and down so that Rory's cock was jammed hard into her eager mouth--so hard that her lips were swollen and even split just enough so that a thin stream of blood oozed from them, as her pretty face was completely filled with cock, as though she was feasting on a baseball bat!
"Relax, pretty blonde girl," DeCosta said, grinding slowly into her churning ass. "We've thought of giving you a hell of a lot more than Mike's getting!" He nodded to Shawna and said, "She's ready now. Move out!" To Rory he said, "Sandwich time, my friend."
Confused, Toni had no idea of what they were talking about. All she knew was that Shawna had squirmed away, depriving her now-eager lips of the delicious cunt, and she was being rolled around like a toy until DeCosta was beneath her, holding her by her burning hot breasts as her legs splayed wide and he sank his cock even deeper into her tightly clutching little anus and his maleness ground hotly into her vitals.
Rory pulled his saliva-wet rigid spear of manhood from the gulping lips of the little girl and moved to kneel between her legs, rolling the wet, fleshy foreskin back over the bulbous knob of his prick.
Suddenly the terrifying reality came to her!
They were both going to fuck her at once!
DeCosta in her now-eager ass, and her husband in her cunt!
It would tear her tender flesh, rip her apart!
"Noooooo-Please don't!" the terrified blonde pleaded, twisting and trying to free herself. But DeCosta held her with the strength of a devil, offering her wide-stretched cuntlips to her husband. She felt his cockhead. (Why was it he could be hard so long and beautifully now in this sort of situation when he couldn't satisfy her alone?) pressing between the quivering wet lips of her pussy. Toni Davon panted with desire and groaned with , pain as her photographer husband, grinning like a satyr, thrust his hips forward and the mushroom-shaped head of his penis rammed into the softly yielding lips of her palpitating, glistening vagina. She screamed. "Aaaa-uuuuggghh!!"
A second lunge. It felt like a full-grown redwood tree as it rammed into her tender cuntal flesh, hard alongside the cock in her ass. Tears of pain flooded her dark, frightened eyes as she was literally sandwiched between the two rapacious men. She could feel their iron-hard penises swelling and flexing, separated only by the thin membranes of her vaginal and rectal passages.
They began to fuck her, seeking a rhythm.
In and out of her two straining orifices the flesh-splitting phalluses slid, smoothly as the pistons of an old-time steam locomotive, before Diesels took over.
The trembling, sobbing honey-haired girl felt herself being rolled on her side, and that position made it easier to accommodate the brutal double impalement. Dimly she realized Chris was still screwing Micah in the ass, and the little girl was moaning with pleasure, ramming her taut buttocks back to meet every stroke of his plunging penis, while Shawna was smoking a hand-rolled cigarette with a strange sweetish aroma and stroking the glistening furrow of her cunt as she watched them all.
Toni felt like a tennis ball at Wimbledon as her husband and her lover found the rhythm.
One rammed his rampant cock into her ass as the other withdrew from her cunt until only the bulbous head remained inside her wet, straining flesh, and then the reverse happened. She could dimly hear the liquid sounds of their fucking.
Suddenly, inexplicably, it became wildly wonderful!
"OOOOHHHH ... FUUCCKKK MEEEEEEE!!!" the aroused blonde model cried in rising ecstasy, joining in the wanton, erotic beat. She ground her churning, clenching ass back, screwing as hard as she could on the impalement of DeCosta's penis, then fucked violently up the slippery hardness of her husband's phallus, feeling their balls smack hard against the lubricious lips of her cunt and her sweating asscheeks. She screamed, "I WANT YOUR COCKS!!!"
Wildly buffeted between the two, she had even more salacious desires. She managed to grab at Shawna and pull her close. Shawna, with a knowing smile, did what Toni Davon wanted.
She writhed and squeezed into the churning mass of flesh.
Toni thought she'd never stop cumming.
It was an endless thing, the eruption from deep inside, like a volcano blowing its top for days on end, as the three of them expended their own passions on her yearning young body. She was dimly aware that Chris and Micah had exhausted themselves long ago and were lying, slick with sweat, his cock still between her clenching asscheeks, watching, and this made it more exciting.
The sheer sensual ecstasy of the tactile encounter finally forced Toni into a faint.
She never suspected the homosexual photographer behind the mirror with the Arriflex camera.
He, tiring of the nearly fifty pounds of camera on his shoulder, had set it up on a tripod, still whirring, and, opening his pants, masturbated.
He even thought it might be interesting if he could establish a relationship with an understanding girl. He wondered what it would be like to have a girl suck him. And to taste cunt.
As the cum spurted from his frustrated penis, he made a decision. He would ask Chris to fix him up with either the blonde or the little girl who was almost like a boy. He was sure he could get excited enough to screw them in the ass, particularly the little one.
He was sure that even if the attempt failed, and he couldn't really have sex with a woman, it would be an encounter, an experience, well worth having....