Chapter 5

It was not the first time Delia had heard sounds from Viv's room late in the night, of course. The striking redhead entertained a different guy between the sheets nearly every evening. Delia had met a few of them, especially on weekends, and she'd quickly assumed that Viv thrived on variety in her love life. Her boyfriends came in all shapes and sizes and ages. Her apparent promiscuousness disappointed Delia at first, but, remembering their agreement, she shrugged and tried to ignore the situation. After all, it was none of her business if Viv screwed every man in town so long as she kept it private and didn't bother Delia.

"You may as well know the truth about me, Delia honey," Viv had laughed and told her during their first week sharing the apartment "I have no principles when it comes to sex. I'm completely, totally immoral."

Td about decided that, darling." Delia had smiled in reply. "But don't mind me. I kind of like the stuff myself."

"Marvelous! We understand one another perfectly. Makes everything so much nicer."

"Yes, I suppose it does. Just don't turn the apartment into a whorehouse, though. You'll get us kicked out. Try to use a little discretion, okay?"

"I'll try, darling-but it won't be easy!" She laughed jokingly. "I stay horny as a hound dog bitch in perpetual heat."

So yes, Delia had heard sounds emanating from Vivian's room before, but this time they weren't the usual low-toned normal sounds of breathless lovemaking. This time the noises were horribly animalistic, more like tight, muffled screams.

Sitting up in bed, her feminine curiosity thoroughly piqued, Delia wondered what in the world could be going on in Vivian's room. The awful thought came that perhaps the redhead had picked up some creep who was kook enough to strangle her and was doing it right this minute.

Alarmed, Delia decided to investigate. She slipped out of bed and tiptoed toward the source of the strange noises. She paused at the door of Vivian's room and peeked through the crack. She froze at what she saw in the bright glow of light from the bed lamp which had obviously been turned up to its highest point of illumination. The light nearly made her fall in her tracks.

The guy was a giant of a man somewhere in his thirties and his huge, muscular body was covered with thick, coarse black fur. On top of that, he was suntanned a dark burnished color which made it impossible to tell if he was a white man or a black man or something in between. But the shocking thing was that he lay on his back with his wrists securely tied with nylon stockings to the headboard, and his ankles likewise bound to the foot of the bed with his strong legs spread apart.

He was making those awful sounds Delia had heard. They came from behind another nylon stocking which was wrapped around his head and stuffed in his mouth and tied, gagging him. A pillow was bunched up under his neck, elevating his line of vision so he could see what the saucy redhead was doing to him.

Large beads of sweat glittered on his forehead as his horror-stricken eyes stared in a sort of fatal fascination at the lily-white hand that methodically stroked his monstrous, dark brown cock.

Flabbergasted at the sight, Delia forgot to breathe. She watched transfixed. Vivian was naked, too, her petite body and white skin in marked contrast to the huge dark man. She lay on her side, her head propped up on an elbow while her other hand casually worked up and down the man's quivering stone-hard prick. It was the largest cock Delia had ever seen in her life. Vivian's fingers couldn't quite encircle it. Vivian's smile was one of studied, quiet intent, as she continued lightly pumping the huge, straining, muscle-lined pole of hard flesh. Above her white hand the big mushroomed head flared dark red with suffused blood.

Delia, trembling, wondered what in God's name this was all about. Who was the helplessly trussed-up guy? How had the mischievous redhead managed to get him in this position? And most of all-why? It was so shockingly insane!

Delia pressed closer to the door crack. She could hear the man's squeals and tortured grunts louder now through the nylon jammed in his mouth and throat Apparently, Vivian ignored his cries or was callously enjoying them. Mainly, though, her amused concentration was on the stiff giant-sized cock her hand relentlessly slid up and down. Then the redhead glanced at the man's sweat-glistened countenance and she spoke to him, her voice a cajoling mockery.

"Come on, Paul, you can shoot off again, I know you can. You've always done better than this. You haven't shot off but six times-I've counted. What are you trying to do? Hold back on me?" She giggled at her own remark.

"Well, well just have to see about that," she continued to torment him. "You're not going to get away with it. You came nine times last time and tonight we're going to beat that. I think our goal should be twelve, don't you? An even dozen? How about it, precious? You'd be some sort of a champion, set a new record. Wouldn't that be nice? Paul, answer me!"

Paid, of course, could do no more than shake his head violently and issue a fresh volley of muffled noises. Vivian smiled as she watched and listened, her hand never pausing on his prick.

"If you aren't going to answer me, precious, if you refuse to discuss the matter-I can only assume you're as determined as I am to see you shoot off twelve times, right?"

The man paled and struggled against his bonds, attempted to twist his hips away from the hand pumping his prick. There was no way he could succeed, however. The redhead's hand easily followed, never releasing his cock, pulling on it cruelly until he returned to his former position, on his back with his cock being lifted like a handle until he settled down.

"Naughty, naughty," the redhead said. "You can't get away from me, Paul, you should know you can't by now. I don't know why you insist on trying. And I don't know why you refuse to want to be a champion by cumming twelve times. Oh, I know-you want to be stubborn, don't you? Well, I'm going to make you a champion in spite of yourself. We're going to break all records."

The giant squalled behind his gag. The muscles of his arms, belly and legs strained and trembled, his entire body shook as though in agony. Then, fear bright in his eyes, he stared hypnotically at the hand working on his cock, helpless to do more than watch and issue those animal noises in his thick throat.

"Oh, oh," Vivian cooed, "I do believe we're going to cum again, precious. I can feel it. I've got to where I can tell just by the feel when this lovely cock is preparing to explode. Yes! Shoot-off number seven is almost here! Isn't that wonderful! Come on, Paul, come on! I know you can do it!"

She leaned closer, commenced pumping the man's prick in earnest, concentrating on her merciless task, her face glowing devilish delight. The man's entire body began quaking, straining, knees bumping up and down as much as his bound ankles would allow. He squealed terribly.

"Oh wow!" Vivian enthused, busily increasing the speed of her hand. "This is going to be a good one, precious! And it's almost here! Come on, Paul! Give! Give! Oh-oh, here we come! Watch out, folks-Paul's cock is about to blow!"

Suddenly the man froze, his back arched. Then his monstrous cock spurted a thick stream of jism clear up on his chest. Then another and another.

"Wheel oh, look at the juice fly!" The redhead laughed, still pumping. "I never saw so much beautiful cum!"

Finally the spurting stopped. Vivian looked poutily at the throbbing cock still flaring in her hand. "Oh, I bet there's more. There's always a few drops more, isn't there, Paul?"

Paul shook his head wildly, his eyes terror-stricken. The redhead bent and guided the swollen cockhead in her mouth. She sucked, her throat muscles working. The giant renewed his muffled screams. Vivian kept sucking determinedly.

Delia, staring breathlessly through the door crack, grew suddenly weak in the knees at the incredible scene and accidentally struck the door with her elbow, making a noise. Her heart missed a beat. Vivian heard the thump. Her glance flicked in the direction of the door while she still sucked the writhing giant's cock. Her eyes smiled. Then she pulled her mouth from the rigid pole, grasped it in her hand again, working her fingers up and down, and said, "You may as well come on in, Delia. I know you're there spying."

Delia thought she'd die with embarrassment. She widened the door crack and stood there feeling like the fool of the century. "I-I didn't mean to peek . . . honestly . . . I heard strange noises and I got worried for your safety . . . "

"Sure. Well, that was nice of you to be so concerned. Come on in, don't look so shocked. Paul and I are having a barrel of fun and we'd love to have you join us." She looked at the squirming man's contorted features. "Wouldn't we, Paul precious? Wouldn't we like to include Delia?"

The man continued writhing and squirming in horrid response to the hand playing up and down his rigid but spent cock. The redhead laughed.

"Oh, bosh," she taunted, "he never listens when I talk to him. He is a very naughty, stubborn boy." She turned toward Delia again. "Come on in, darling . . . Don't worry, nobody's going to bite you."

Delia stepped into the room. "I-I don't understand . . . I mean-"

"You mean you're puzzled by all this, right?"

"Yes, I certainly am! I admit it, I've never run into anything so crazy! What in the world are you doing!"

"Playing with Paul's cock, silly. Isn't it obvious enough? What does it look like I'm doing?"

"But why-how did you tie him up like that? I don't see, I don't understand!"

"Calm down, it's all very simple," Vivian shrugged and said. "Paul and I have been doing this for years. He's the caretaker on my daddy's estate, and when I lived at home we did it like this whenever we got the chance for Paid to sneak in my bedroom. We tried to fuck but his pricks too big for me! It hurt too much-my tight little twat just couldn't-take it, and what a disappointment that was! Such a big, huge, marvelous, beautiful cock-and I couldn't fuck it What a horrible frustration! You'll never know! But I love playing with Paul's magnificent cock. It's the next best thing. Trouble is, when I get to playing with it Paul becomes too excited, can't control himself and tries to rape me. So the only way I agree to be with him is for him to let me tie him up so he can't take advantage. That way I can play with his cock, which he adores up to a point, and jack him off. Now, do you understand? See how simple it is?"

Delia shook her head. "It's crazy, but I guess so, except for one thing. Your friend Paul acts like he's in misery . . . "

"Oh, that." Vivian giggled. "then, yes, I guess he does. That's all my fault. When I get to playing with him I get sort of carried away. I don't want to stop, and I like to make him cum and cum. He's in heaven the first few times, but then he wants to stop and I don't Not me! I never tire of playing with his gorgeous prick. He can't stop me, either, tied up like this. So I just have all the fun I want while I've got the chance."

"But if he ends up in such misery, it looks like he'd stay away from you, not let you get him in such a vulnerable position."

"Yes it does, doesn't it?" Vivian smiled.

Truth is, though, he can't stay away. He worships me, he can't resist me. He's sworn a million times he'd never come near me again, but he always comes crawling back. It's been this way between us since I was in pigtails. I love tormenting him. I love playing with his cock until I'm driving him crazy and he's going out of his mind. It does something for me-it's wild! Delicious! The more he fights it the better I like it! It turns me on to see how many times I can jack him off. It's like a fantastic challenge!"

Delia frowned. "My God," she breathed. "Now I've heard everything. And seen everything! Vivian, you are a real nut, do you know that? You've definitely flipped your lid. This is insane!"

"But so much fun!" the redhead cackled. Tf you don't believe me, come see for yourself. I'm not stingy. I'll share my great big toy with you."

"Oh, I couldn't-I just couldn't!"

"Why not?" The redhead looked sincerely puzzled. "What do you mean you couldn't? You can! Of course you can."

"I'm afraid your ideas of fun are too far out for me, Vivian. I never went but so far-maybe I'm a square-but-"

"But nothing!" Vivian interrupted. "Are you trying to tell me you don't sex up any way but straight? Stop lying, you're not fooling anybody. Any girl in her right mind, if she were truthful, would get a kick doing what I'm doing to Paul. Every girl has that much bitch in her. Perhaps she'll never show it, or admit it, but the bitchiness is hiding right there in her just the same. The only difference with me is that I do something about it Like I told you before, I love my sex, love every route and ramification of it and I don't intent to miss anything. I adore learning new ways to ball."

"But you're torturing the guy. You call that balling?"

"If Paul didn't like it, he wouldn't keep chasing after me for more, would he? Nobody is forcing him."

"You said yourself he can't resist you, though. Does that mean you have to torture him like that? Looks to me like you've got the poor guy in a trap and he can't break loose."

Vivian grinned, her hand still working the monstrous prick. "That's his tough luck. All I know is I like jacking him off and hearing him yell. It gives me the wildest kicks!"

"You're liable to give him a heart attack," Delia said.

"Haven't yet," Vivian answered simply. "Paul is an unusually strong individual. He can take it."

"Doesn't seem like he has a choice," Delia said.

"He doesn't." The redhead laughed. "And that's what makes it so delicious! I can jack him off from now to doomsday and he can't do a thing to stop me. I never let him lose his hard-on. See how I keep messing with it, never let it rest for even an instant, never give it a chance to go soft? And if it does go soft I just keep playing with it until I finally get it up again. Paul's exceedingly virile. He can't keep his cock from getting stiff even when he'd like to. He's passionate as a bull."

"He certainly must be," Delia conceded. "Otherwise he'd be blue in the face by now."

"Really, Delia, why don't you join in the fun? Together we can turn Paul into a raging maniac."

"You sound like you actually hate the guy."

"Maybe I do, come to think about it. Maybe I hate him because I can't fuck his big beautiful cock. I bet a shrink would diagnose it exactly that way. But that's another story. Come on, precious! Climb on the bed and get with it. Once you wrap your fingers around this magnificent prick, feel the sleek sinewy muscles throbbing, you'll catch on real fast to what I'm talking about. You don't know what you're missing."

"I couldn't. I absolutely couldn't. . . " Delia's voice trailed oft in tell-tale weakness. She was stunned to find herself tempted. It was all so wicked, so evil, so perverse that the idea actually turned thrilling. She swallowed and felt a gorgeous sensation climbing her legs. "Oh, noooo.. . "