Chapter 6
"If only I didn't have the Pygmalion complex," Stephanie thought as she pulled the gun back and then pushed it into her cunt as far as it could go. Pasha's blood had seeped down the sheets to the edge of the bed. Maria was now frothing at the mouth from the screaming. Someone would be coming soon from all the noise. She had to get Christy over her fear of big cocks. It wasn't normal for a girl not to enjoy a super job once in a while. That's why she'd pushed for the orgy.
It was difficult to get Christy to go to one of Pasha's orgies, but when she was told Freddie Sherman was putting on an exhibit there, she gave in. After all, Freddie did sort of bring them together. Stephanie was so excited about going, Christy could hardly refuse her. The tall brunette was in a tether, trying to figure out what to wear. Freddie being there would make it sort of a special affair and everyone would be trying to out-do each other. She knew that long black hose were a definite thing for her. Her long legs were her strong point and she knew they turned men on. She had but to wear hose and anyone she decided to ball wanted to lick her just above the hose line. Their tongues would always run up her satiny smooth skin until they struck pay dirt, the hairy little hole that always drove them crazy. It was whether or not to wear panties that was causing the problem. Lacy black panties were always effective, but she also just liked having her pussy bare. She enjoyed how sensitive everything felt as it brushed against her unprotected cunt lips. She finally compromised on a pair of French bikinis that were slit at the bottom. With her breasts there was no need to wear a brassiere anyway, so that decision was easy. The dress was just a long gown that was split at the side to expose her leg and open in the front so that her cleavage was nicely revealed. The nicest thing about the gown was that only one string held it together. A simple tug and it would fall to the ground.
Christy could not get enthused. She knew what was going to happen, so she wasn't about to get anyone turned on. She wore a regular knee-length skirt and a turtle neck sweater. The only concession she made to Steff was to wear a transparent bra under her white sweater. If she got cold, Steff knew her nipples would show through the sweater and maybe a little of the pinkness would help. The contrast between the girls was quite striking. Christy stuck her hand inside Steff's gown and stroked her breast.
"You look so good, I think I'll keep you home for myself," she cooed to her lover. Steff was too smart to be taken in by the young nymph. She led her out the door and tucked her in the car and then they were off to Pasha's.
Freddie Sherman always had a definite effect on everyone around him. He was always erotic, but so were lots of other people. He always had a group of fantastic studs around him, but that was his style! He could take a cock or cunt and dress it up as something really spectacular. Because of this, he always drew out the most interesting people. When swingers had tried every way there was to get excited, including fucking every man and woman they had known or run into by accident, and just couldn't bother with it all any more, a Freddie Sherman party would bring them out again.
Steff knew this party would be no exception the minute she and Christy entered the door. A gigantic prick, six feet tall, wearing a bowler hat on top of its head and a white bow tie just at the edge of where the foreskin met the cock head, greeted them at the door. The prick bent at the middle, welcoming them, and then bounced along the floor, leading the girls into the huge living room. Christy couldn't help bursting out laughing at the sight. Steff felt that Freddie's comic touch had broken the ice, and everything was going to be just fine.
The other guests were dressed for the occasion. See-through dresses seemed to be the most prevalent costume. A few of the women had on blouses that were cut so that their bare breasts were exposed. The men, at least those that were particularly well equipped, not to be outdone, were wearing tight fit ting knit pants that revealed the outline of their cocks. Two or three men dressed as butlers were serving hors d'oeuvres. Christy wasted no time getting to one of the trays. It didn't dawn on her until she actually reached into the tray how low the men were carrying them. There was a long, thick sausage in the center of the tray and tiny crackers covered with crab meat, topped with a dash of mayonnaise, flanking the sausage. Parsley ends were inter-woven between the sausage and the crackers to make a very artistic pattern. It was so attractively arranged she felt guilty about disturbing it. She smiled at the butler then looked back at the tray just in time to see the sausage jump a little. Christy's eyes popped open when she realized she was looking at a fourteen-inch cock lying on the tray. She had excited the man, obviously, because the giant cock started standing up, spoiling the design. Everyone that was in on the joke started laughing. Christy was mortified. She ran back to Steff, who had enjoyed the whole scene. The man walked over to her still holding the tray in front of his crotch.
"You can eat all you want as long as you don't use a knife and fork," he told the embarrassed girl.
"Later, sweetie," Stephanie answered. "I'm sure I can eat all you've got and come back for seconds.
The man with the upright prick looked at the luscious brunette, reached over with one hand, as he balanced his tray with other, and squeezed the girl's tit. Steff smiled invitingly. He assured her that after he got rid of his tray, he would be back.
A fat little man dressed as a chef was working on the buffet table. The girls walked over and saw it was Freddie under the tall white hat. He was placing a delicious red apple in the middle of a fresh fruit salad. There was a triangle of bright red cherries enclosed by another triangle of strawberries which was enclosed by a triangle of apricots. It took the girls a few minutes to realize all that fruit was resting on a triangle formed by a woman's pubic mound.
Freddie was working on a table which had dishes outlining a live woman's body. Freddie had painted her body with all the colors of the spectrum, then placed the dishes in positions to throw different geometric designs suggested by the different parts of the woman's body. The cunt was a triangle (depending on where you were standing, of course). The breasts were round mounds, so gelatin bowls had been placed around the nipples. Bananas had been placed along the inside of the woman's thighs to accent their length. A cucumber symbolically protruded from her mouth. Bunches of purple grapes filled the gap between the girl's shoulders and her neck. Large rolls of salami had been hollowed out and the girl's arms inserted in them. Cooked crabs and lobsters were set between the girl's slightly separated legs. Her feet were inserted into melons. Next to the melons were a stack of numbers.
After greeting the girls, Freddie pointed to the numbers and told them to grab one. There would be a drawing later. The winning ticket got first choice on what part of the girl she wanted to eat. The two girls giggled as they grabbed ,their tickets and headed into the crowd. Steff nudged Christy when she spotted the westerners. A couple had obviously come in to do some bull riding. They were wearing western chaps and leather vests. That's all they were wearing, though. The guy's cock swung freely back and forth as he strode around the room. Steff got turned on by watching the girl's tits playing peek-a-boo through the vest. As the girl moved around, the vest would swing open, giving a view of her rosy pink nipples, then it would swing back out concealing them. She was a true redhead and her cunt hair was particularly inviting. The pretty ass had not gone unnoticed by Christy.
Steff turned to her friend and asked, "Why don't you get that while I keep the boyfriend busy?"
"As long as we stay together. I know what's going to happen the minute you leave me," Christy responded.
As the girls turned to move into action, they saw they were too late. The man with the chaps was talking to a couple sitting on some pillows. The girl on the pillow reached up and started stroking the man's prick. The girl with the chaps joined her boyfriend and stuck her cunt right in front of the seated man's face. The man obliged her, and, putting his arms around her plump ass, he pulled her crotch into his face and buried his head in her mound. His partner had already started sucking on the man's cock. It was the cue to start the orgy. Clothes started flying all over the place, as one couple after another started grabbing tits and cocks.
"Don't you think your friend here is just a bit overdressed, Stephanie?"
Steff recognized the rich oily voice of Pasha before she turned around and saw him. Steff introduced Pasha to Christy. Christy was not impressed with the swarthy man, but Pasha was drooling.
"How come you're not joining in the festivities," Pasha pursued, as he ran his hands along Christy's arms.
"It's her first time," explained Steff. "Give her a few minutes to relax."
Pasha flashed his most dazzling smile at the girls. He then slid Steff's gown off her shoulders. The dress slipped to the ground. Pasha admired the fantastic figure. He bent over and kissed both nipples lightly, as he stroked her black bush.
"I'll be back later to see what your friend looks like under all that clothing." Once again he threw that smile and then disappeared into the group.
"No one will pay any attention if you get undressed. Every stud in the place will be after you if you stay like that. You'll be a challenge to see who can fuck you first," Steff warned the girl.
Christy started to protest, but the man who was serving the hors d'ouerves when they entered was behind Steff. He dropped to his knees and started licking her above the hose. Steff spread her legs a little farther, so he would have more area to play with. Christy could see the man's tongue working its way up to her lover's slit. She looked at Steff and knew she was on her own. When Stephanie's eyes glazed over like that she was just one big open cunt and all she could think about was the fire in her hole.
Christy looked around the room. Freddie was still working on the table as if nothing was happening. The couple with the chaps were keeping busy. They had formed a sort of box on the floor with their four bodies. The guy with the chaps was being sucked off by the girl without the chaps, while he licked his partner's slit. She, in the meantime, was jacking off the other girl's boyfriend, as he was finger-fucking his girl. Another couple was playing doggie. The girl was sucking-off one man's cock as another man was pumping his rigid prick into her ass. They had the rhythm down just right. The guy in the rear shoved her so that she would swallow the other guy's cock. The man being blown would shove back, impaling the woman's ass even deeper onto the cock.
In another group, a big black stud was sprawled out on a couch. Two women were running their tongues up and down the immense throbbing joint as the man balanced a woman on his shoulders. His head was busy moving up and down between the woman's legs. The girl being eaten was going wild. Her toes were curled up and she was pumping on the man's head as hard as she could. Just behind them, one girl, with the most enormous tits Christy had ever seen, was fucking four guys all by herself! One little man (he couldn't have been more than five feet tall) was ramming his cock into the girl's cunt. One of the men, who had been pretending to be a waiter when they first came in, was bent over her head. His prick was hanging straight down, being sucked on by the woman, as she was jacking off two guys that were sucking on her tits. Christy looked back at her friend, who was now starting to lick the man's cock who had been tonguing her.
It should have all turned her on, but the fear of being torn open by some weirdo kept her cunt as dry as a bone. She decided Freddie was the only safe person to be around. She walked towards him, but she never made it.
As Christy passed one of the doors, a pair of hands reached out and pulled her into the room. She struggled against the arms that were holding her.
"Easy, baby. I'm not going to hurt you," a deep resonant voice whispered. "All I want to do is love you a little." Jack Denton was a tall man and he easily held the small girl. He was used to always having things his way. He wanted the girl the minute he saw her walk into the room. He liked them young; young and round; and this girl qualified strongly on both counts. When you're pushing fifty, the young ones remind you of your youth and keep you thinking young.
Thinking young took more than turtleneck sweaters and levi clothes. It took associating with the young; working with them; playing with them; but most of all, enjoying them sexually. Just wrestling with her like this was already swelling his cock. He spun the young thing around so that he was between her and the door and turned her loose. Jack just stood there looking at her as her breasts rose up and down. The struggle had made her breathless. She grabbed gulps of air that made her chest contract and expand. She almost burst the bra she was wearing.
"Do you want to take all those clothes off, or shall I?" he asked in his most dignified manner. "You did come here for a sexual adventure, I presume."
Christy just glared at the man, trying to figure out the next move.
The next move was evident, as the man kicked off his shoes and dropped his pants. Christy just knew he would be hung like that. His prick must have been two inches thick. She couldn't even guess how long it was, but she knew he would give "Big Cock" a run for his money.
"I think you will find that I am well enough endowed to take care of whatever needs you might have," he bragged, as he stroked his swelling organ.
"This is all a mistake," Christy lamely tried to explain. "You see, I really came here with this friend."
The man's prick was now throbbing and sticking straight out. She knew he wasn't going to listen to reason, so she dashed for the door. Jack laughed as he grabbed the girl and easily picked her up and dragged her to the bed. Jack Denton thought this was really a great act Pasha had arranged for him. She almost convinced him it was for real. He pulled the sweater off the protesting girl.
"Damn you. Stop it! I don't want to play the game," Christy shouted, as she felt her bra snap loose. The damn guy was so big her efforts to free herself were futile. She pushed against his head as he tried to get at her sugar tits. He just pushed against her hand until his mouth had encircled the pink tip of her soft round breast. He sucked deeply on it as his other hand felt the silky softness of the other boob. Christy pounded on his back, but it was useless. His hand left her breast and started pulling down her skirt.
Through his laughter, Jack kept assuring the girl she was going to enjoy this if she would only relax.
"Once I get this piece of meat in you, baby, whatever is ailing you will come to an end. At least I assure you it will come!"
The panties followed the skirt to the floor and his big paw was rubbing her cunt hair. The more she struggled, the easier it seemed his hand could get a better grip on her cunt. She tried kicking out once, and it was the wrong thing to do because it opened her hole just wide enough to get a finger in. It only took an instant, but he shoved his finger right down to her cervix. All the time, he was mouthing her nipples. He would suck on them and then roll that tongue around, getting them to stand up harder and harder. She couldn't understand how she could be so frightened of that ugly cock and have her nipples responding as if she were a bitch in heat. She saw his thick, swollen dick staring at her. Its head was all slimy and dripping. It was old and wrinkled. The veins were huge and pulsating. The sight of it made her ill.
She screamed at him, "LET ME ALONE, YOU OLD ... UGLY....I DON'T WANT YOU TO TOUCH ME!"
Ugly! This cunt called him old and ugly. Jack Denton was furious. Nobody, nobody talked to him that way and lived. He had had men killed for less. Much less. So this little piece of ass wanted to play. The hell with it. He had tried to be nice. He knew what that cock of his could do to a cunt that wasn't properly prepared.
"Listen, you little bitch, I was going to be nice to you. I was really going to put you on Cloud Nine. Now I'm going to just fuck you. I'm going to fuck you like you never been fucked before."
The man spread the girl's legs open and positioned his cock at the opening of her slit. He held his cock steady with one hand, as he tried to push his cock head through the opening. He held the girl steady with his free hand.
"You're hurting me. Please stop it. You're going to rip me wide open. Oh, God, stop. Please stop. YOU'RE HURTING ME. YOU SON OF A BITCH." Christy shouted as she felt her skin splitting under the tremendous pressure asserted by the man's merciless cock. The more the girl screamed, the harder he pushed. He knew he was tearing her up and he loved it.
"This will teach you a little respect, you lousy cunt. Let's see how many of your young boyfriends you'll be able to fuck after this." He pushed harder as the girl screamed.
"Help me! SOMEONE PLEASE HELP ME! Stephanie. STEPHANIE!"
Stephanie was draped over the couch. Her butt was sticking in the air as the man with the chaps rode her like a bucking bronc. Just so he wouldn't be thrown if this bronc got too wild, he had stuck his cock up Stephanie's ass as far as it would go. To make sure she wouldn't lose her balance since her torso hung so far over the couch, she hung onto the man that had been pretending to be a butler. She had her arms around his waist and his cock in her throat. Pasha sat underneath her, with Mother Earth riding on his cock as he sucked on Stephanie's hanging tits.
Steff was just about to come when she heard Christy's screams. She tried to push herself away from the man's cock she was sucking, but he thought she was just asking for more so he shoved his cock in even farther. The girl bit down on the cock and the man yelled, as he whipped his joint out of her mouth. She put her arms against the edge of the couch and shoved hard against the man with the chaps. For a second it felt so good she almost decided to stay, but Christy's moans made her knock the man off. He lost his balance as his cock shot its load. It squirted all over the room as the man tumbled over backwards from the fall. Her nipples were bleeding from where Pasha had been holding onto them with his teeth.
Stephanie ran to the room. She could see Christy being fucked by this big guy, but it was when she saw the blood all over the bed that she realized what was happening. She tired to pull the man off her mate, but he was just too big.
"Get off her, you son-of-a-bitch or I'll kill you!" she shouted at the man.
"Wait your turn, cunt. I'll take care of you when I finish this one," he shouted back at her, as he continued ripping up the helpless girl. Stephanie looked around the room until she saw what she was looking for. Jack never knew what hit him.
He heard the splattering of glass as he plunged into darkness. Stephanie threw aside the remainder of the vase she had just broken over the man s head. She grabbed him by the blood-splattered head and dragged him off Christy. The furious woman let him fall to the floor as she helped her young friend to her feet. Steff dressed the dazed girl, then got her own things, as the stupefied crowd stood there gawking at this incredible woman.
Pasha had some men help Jack Denton. As the girls were about to leave his house, Pasha stopped them at the door.
"You should never have brought her here, Steff," he said. "Please don't hold me responsible for what happens. You hurt the wrong man."
Very quietly, and with sincerity, Steff replied, "Anything happens to this girl and I will blow your brains out, and I'm the one that can do it!" She hurried the girl out of the house and into their car.
Pasha watched the car disappear into the night. A chill went up his spine. Mother Earth came to her man's side and touched his shoulder. Nothing had to be said between them. He had to face Jack Denton, and he had to do it now. The orgy was over, or was it just beginning? They walked back into the house as their frightened guests rushed by them.
Jack Denton was touching the bump on his head when Pasha and Mother Earth entered the room. The girl with the gigantic breasts was dabbing something on his open wound. Every time she twisted one of the soft globes would bang into his face.
"Are you all right?" asked the worried host.
The big man smiled. He stroked his limp penis.
"She didn't damage anything important. Just made a dull evening interesting." Jack kissed the boob of the girl that was helping him, then he patted her on the ass as he pushed her toward the open door.
"You go with her, Mother. I want to talk to Pasha alone."
The two women rushed obediently out of the room. When the girls had closed the door behind them, Jack turned to Pasha and simply said, "I want her!"
"I knew you would," Pasha replied as he poured himself a brandy. "It will not be easy. Stephanie is a writer and the fourth estate does not like to be intimidated."
"You owe me, Pasha. I would hate to think of what might happen to you if certain mutual friends were to get some information concerning money matters. If they were to start checking their math closely, you would have some serious problems. I don't want you to have any problems, my dear old friend," Jack told the other man as he slipped his pants on. He left his prick protruding for a second.
"I want her to beg me to put this in her cunt. Beg me. Nothing less will satisfy me!" He tucked the huge organ in his pants and zipped up his fly.
Pasha held his drink up to the man and toasted him with, "Thy will be done ... and Stephanie?"
"Taking the girl away from her will be sweet enough revenge for me." Jack tossed the glass over his shoulder and left the room. "I'll give you three months!" Then he was gone. Pasha looked around the empty room and said to no one in particular, "Young lady, I hope you have a weakness somewhere."