Chapter 6
From the instant Delia wrapped her fingers around the incredibly large cock, felt the tremendous throb of it at her sensitive touch, she knew she was lost in this new spell of perversion. Even the man's muffled cry thrilled her, sent tingles up her spine.
"Well?" Vivian giggled. "Was I lying? Do you like it or don't you?"
Delia smiled and shook her head rapidly. "You definitely weren't lying. I love it!"
'Yes, I can see it in your expression," the redhead enthused. "You're turned on just like I am. You're ready for anything."
"You can say that again," Delia nodded eagerly. "I'm excited clear down to my toes. Never have I held such a prick!"
The more you play with it, the better it gets, the more it turns you on. You'd be surprised!"
T already see the light," Delia acknowledged.
"Don't let it go soft, don't let it wilt. Keep messing with it, don't let it rest. Keep it stiff and hard. Paul can't go soft as long as your hand's working his cock. I should know! I've done it enough."
Delia, grinning eagerly, pulled the foreskin up over the mushroom head, then slid it back down again, noting how the flanges swelled and quivered as they burst into view. She did this several times, until Paul commenced groaning through the nylon poked down his throat. His entire form shook and the very knowledge of his helplessness excited Delia. Such sweet irony! Her heart began to thud with the thrill of it all.
Both girls, sitting on their legs with knees before them, hovered over the hapless man side by side. While Delia continued stimulating his cock, Vivian stroked his face. "Poor Paul," she mocked sympathetically. "Now he has two girls to make him happy even when he doesn't want to be made happy. Tch tch, isn't it a shame?"
Paul stared at both girls with wild, frustrated eyes. His expression was suspicious, taut with fright. Vivian kept watching and caressing his face, chuckling and teasing. Delia sighed happily at each pulsation of the smoothly hard prick in her light-fingered grip.
"I just thought of something," Vivian said. "Maybe you'd like to fuck him, Delia. Maybe your cunt's large enough to take him on. I just wish to heaven I could, but I can't. It'd rip my pussy wide open. You want to try?"
"God, no!" Delia objected. "It'd be like having a telephone pole shoved up you. It'd tear a girl to pieces!"
"Yes, unless she had the world's biggest twat to match Paul's champion-sized cock. Which I certainly don't."
"No, neither do I. But it is a pity, isn't it? I bet Paul has trouble finding any girl anywhere he can actually fuck."
"I think I'll remove the gag," Vivian said. "Now that I don't have to worry about waking you up with his loud yakking there's no need for it. I like to hear him anyway."
"He won't yell so loud the neighbors will notice, will he?"
"We won't let him, don't worry."
The redhead untied the nylon stocking from around the man's head, pulled the soft wads of material from his mouth and throat.
"Gosh," Delia said, "it's a wonder he didn't choke."
"He almost did a couple of times." Vivian giggled. "Well, Paul precious, can you breathe better now? Are you wondering who this luscious blonde is beside me? She's my roommate. Meet Delia, Delia, meet Paul."
"Hi, Paul!" Delia laughed. "So very nice to know you."
The giant winced. "Untie me-let me up from here! I can't take anymore of this! I swear I can't!"
Vivian patted his cheek. "Will you listen to the guy, Delia? His cock is hard as a rock and he's trying to tell us he doesn't want to play any more games. I think he's lying, don't you?"
"Yes, of course he is," Delia giggled, surprised to find herself falling into the mood of the redhead's taunting mockery so easily. "I think he's just playing hard to get."
"Me too! If he didn't like it he couldn't keep his prick hard like it is! That alone proves he wants us to keep the fun going. You don't fool us, Paul! Not for a minute! Go on, Delia. Work on his beautiful cock some more. Well teach him to try to trick us!"
Delia stroked the monstrous cock methodically. "Oooo, it's such a lovely, gorgeous cock. I feel like I could hold it and play with it forever!"
"Don't!" Paul said, his dark face contorted. "I'm dry! I can't cum anymore! I tell you I can't! I've had it!"
"I don't believe you," Delia said. She pumped his prick faster. Paul's lips drew back in a horrid grimace, displaying his white teeth clamped together. Then he parted them and yelled, "No! No!"
"He's too loud!" Delia warned. "Somebody will hear!"
Vivian plunked her hand over Paul's mouth. "Go ahead. I've got him yakking in my palm. I'll keep the noise down. You just keep busy with his prick."
"All right. Oh, this is fun!" Delia said. "This is the wildest experience I ever enjoyed. This prick . . . this beautiful, beautiful prick . . . it's so throbbingly alive!"
"Suck it if you want to," Vivian said. "I do, whenever the impulse hits me. But I can't suck it but so long. Too much strain on my jaws. My jaw muscles start to ache from the stretching. But maybe yours won't."
"Oooo, I'm dying to try," Delia answered giddily. "I really am."
"Be my guest!" the redhead urged. "It tears Paul up to have his cock sucked! He loves it, he adores it!"
The man struggled, muttering his objections through the fingers over his lips. Vivian's fingers were parted barely enough to let the sounds come through, drowning the loudness to quieter tones, killing the blasts of his yells. Delia, a new thrill of expectation overwhelming her, bent forward and took the head of the big cock in her mouth, having to stretch wide to accomplish it, then closed her lips around it. She felt the huge knob against her tongue. "Ummm," she purred through her nostrils. "Ummmmm!"
Paul strained and squirmed anew. Delia began sucking. The prick leaped around in her mouth. She held the smooth-muscled shaft in her hand so she could keep it under control and suck without battering her tonsils out. Paul went berserk, and Delia lived on the thrill of sucking him out of his mind while he was helpless to stop her.
"Suck him, suck him, suck!" Vivian encouraged, giggling. "Make him cum! He says he can't cum anymore but he can. I happen to know! Suck him, Delia! Suck, suck, suck!"
Paul writhed his giant body side to side, twisted, tried to escape Delia's determined sucking, but he could move only so much within the limits of his nylon bonds. He yelled crazily between the redhead's stifling fingers. Delia felt the prick's flanges flaring and throbbing in a new way and she realized he was about to orgasm whether he wanted to or not.
Vivian laughed a shrill note of glee. "He's going to cum, Delia! I can see it in his eyes! I can tell by the way he's yakking! Keep sucking him, don't hesitate a second! He's about to pop off! Suck him, suck him, suck, suck, suck!"
Lost in her state of unholy perversion, Delia hung onto the huge, gorgeous cock with both hands now and sucked the pulsating knob with merciless pleasure, loving the straining struggles of the naked giant's body beneath her vacuuming mouth.
"Whee!" the redhead shrilled. She moved quickly. She sat on Paul's face, muffling his cries in her cunt. She was facing away from Delia, twisting her neck to look back over her shoulder at Delia's eager sucking. Vivian bounced up and down on the giant's mouth. "Wowwl Oh, wowww! This is the living end! He's yelling in my pussy and I can feel the vibrations clear up in my brain! Wheel Oh wow, oh whee, oh wow!"
Delia kept sucking, her throat muscles working, her tongue washing the swollen cockhead, her eyes narrowed to slits of erotic sensation, her heart thudding in her breast. Make him cum! she kept thinking. Make him cum!
"Oh, his tongue's rammed up my cunt!" the redhead squealed. "His big tongue is fucking my pussy! He's given up, Delia! He's with it and wants it now! That's how he is! He fights as long as he can, then he finally turns on in spite of himself. Watch it now-he's going to shoot his load! I know the signs! Oh! This tongue! This marvelous fucking tongue! He's got it pushed clear up in my tummy! Whee! Oh! I'm going to cum myself! I never felt anything so good! Oh, Delia, I can't help it, I'm cummingggg, I'm cumminggg!"
Vivian panted her breathless passion and bounced and ground her ass on Paul's face as though to capture the last inch of his tongue inside her cunt. Paul's movements changed. He ceased trying to escape Delia's sucking. Now he was bucking his hips up and down, shoving the big cockhead back and forth against the rear of Delia's throat. Delia's head bobbed up and down as the prick rammed in and out of her throat to her lips and then plunged in again, driving deeply. She followed his undulations, sucking for all she was worth, her excitement at a blinding pitch.
Suddenly Paul strained his body in an upward quaking arch and seemed to freeze there. Delia knew he was about to explode. She sucked in frantic glory, feeling the knob of the huge prick pulsating rapidly. Then the cum splashed forth, shooting wads of thick semen in hot streams, filling her mouth and throat to overflowing. She swallowed the heavy gushes as fast as she could gulp, delirious with the thrilling taste.
Delia continued sucking even after the giant was spent. She sucked for the last final drop of his vitality. Then he began struggling to escape again, but she kept right after him. She was conscious of Vivian's wild laughter as she fucked Paul's face, and Delia could hear his yells of protest emanating from the readhead's smothering cunt.
"Oh, what a divine cum!" Vivian squealed happily. "It nearly took off the top of my head! I could almost feel Paul's tongue jumping around in my belly. God what a bang! I wish it could last forever! You sucked him off, didn't you, Delia? I could tell when he shot his load-he tried to suck my guts out! Wow!"
Still at a fever pitch of excitement, Delia experienced a horrible need to orgasm, to find release from this grip of hypnotic perversity . . . to cum. She had to cum . . .
She sucked Paul's still rigid prick with wild abandonment, driving him mad, making his huge hairy torso squirm and writhe as never before. At the same time, her lips tight around his suffering cock, she straddled one of his thickly furred, muscle-straining thighs, clamping her legs about it, squashing her swollen clit to the prickly hair. She felt instant ecstasy as the rough surface of his thigh raked inside her parted cuntlips and harshly pricked her quivering clit.
She clung to Paul's jerking, agonized body in this manner, sucking his prick and fucking his leg until finally, panting through her flared nostrils in suspenseful lust, she went into a cum that stoned her brain and tore her nerves to shreds of exquisite bliss. She screeched with her lips around the huge prick and felt the gushes of her own cum soaking Paul's thigh.
"Golly me!" Vivian laughed, obviously having turned to watch Delia's strange road to fulfillment. "You got your jollies screwing his leg, didn't you? I never saw that before! Live and learn! You're teaching me tricks, Delia. And I thought I'd tried everything!"
Delia's orgasm slowly subsided. Reluctantly she pulled her mouth from the big prick with one last clinging suck that sent Paul into a shaking mass of oversated flesh.
Vivian chuckled. "Don't let him go soft, Delia! Don't you dare!"
Delia untangled her legs from about the muscular thigh, and lay panting on her back. "God . . she breathed raspily. "What am I doing! What have I done!"
"What are you talking about?"
"I feel so guilty! So evil!"
"Ha, that's a laugh," Vivian accused. "You didn't think that way while you got your rocks on Paul's leg. You should have seen yourself! You were the horniest bitch I ever saw! You were fucking like a mink!"
"This is all so wrong . . . so terribly, horribly wrong."
"Don't tell me you're going Puritan on me, Delia! Not this late in the game. It doesn't become you! You're just as bitchy as I am. Maybe you're just awakening to the fact, but you are! Deep down you definitely are! You're not kidding anybody."
"I don't know what comes over me," Delia winced. "I'm okay until something turns me on. Then I lose control of myself, can't handle my feelings. My brain won't operate."
"So who wants to think while she's fucking?" the redhead challenged. "Not me! All I need to know about is the thrill! And any thinking is how to get a bigger bang. What's wrong with that?"
Delia shook her head. "But doing it this way is going too far. Tying a guy up and torturing him with sex while he can't defend himself? It has to be . . . unnatural . . . inhuman. Now that it's over I feel sick with shame."
"Don't be such a fool. Paul likes to be mistreated. How many times do I have to tell you? If he didn't he wouldn't keep coming back for more."
T can't believe he's enjoying the misery we're causing him. He's in agony! I hate to think what hell do to us when he gets loose. Hell probably beat our brains out! And I wouldn't blame him!"
"Oh, so that's what's worrying you. Well, calm your fears, Delia. He won't do a damn thing. Nothing."
"Impossible. Anyway, I don't want to be around to find out."
"Want to bet? Here, I'll prove something to you."
Vivian started untying the giant's wrists. Delia stared, her eyes growing large with fright. "Don't! Let me get out of here before you release him! I'm afraid!"
"Silly girl. I'm going to prove something to you. You're too naive for your own good. Just watch!"
After releasing Paul's wrists, she untied his" ankles. Delia held her breath, fearing the worst. Paul, free of his nylon bonds, swore a vicious oath and leaped off the bed rubbing his wrists. Vivian laughed at his muttered swearing. He glanced at her, then at Delia, and there was mayhem building up behind his hate-filled eyes.
"You damn bitches!" He took a threatening step toward them. Delia cringed backwards. Not Vivian! The crazy redhead sat on her legs in the middle of the bed and faced him defiantly.
"What are you going to do about it, Paul?" she challenged. "Same as you always do? Curse and rave and nothing else? Come on, hit me! I dare you! Come on, show Delia what a mean beast you are!"
Paul hovered over her, his angry glare almost in her face. "I ought to strangle you-both of you damn bitches! It'd serve you right! You-you're animals!"
"Ya ya ya-talk, talk, talk!" Vivian taunted. "Hit me, Paul! Don't be such a worm-hit me! I dare you! I want you to! Please, Mr. Monster-please hit me!"
Paul gritted his teeth and drew back his hand to strike. But his swing halted in midair. He appeared unable to follow through with the blow. Delia couldn't believe it. The redhead giggled. "Worm!" she cried ecstatically. "Weak bastard!" She rose on her knees and slapped him as hard as she could, the blow making a resounding smack. Delia forgot to breathe.
The giant flushed deep red, making the imprints of Vivian's fingers stand out in bold relief on his face. He did nothing, just glowered and looked more flustered than ever. Delia was amazed. She could hardly believe this. It simply couldn't be happening.
"If you won't fight back," the redhead challenged, "then why don't you leave? Just put on your clothes and get out!"
When Paul didn't budge, she drew back her arm and slapped him again, the force of her blow making Delia cringe.
"Get out! Go on, get out of here, you creepy worm! I mean it! Get yourself lost!"
The huge man slowly straightened. He turned, looked around defeated for his clothes, found them and silently began putting them on.
Vivian got off the bed, stretched her body lazily, and chuckled to herself. She padded barefoot to the dresser, opened a drawer, and returned with another nylon hose. She sat on the side of the bed, elevated her left leg and made a beautiful production of putting on the filmy dark stocking. Delia watching, felt mystified. "Why are-you doing that?" she asked.
"No reason," the redhead giggled. "Just for fun. Don't you think I have a gorgeous leg?" She lay back and extended the shapely limb. Delia didn't know what to say.
"Yes," she finally nodded. "You have lovely legs. But-"
"Paul, don't you think I have lovely legs?
Paul.. .r
The man looked at her. His expression changed, losing the frustration, and his eyes burned on the lovely nylon-clad limb. He swallowed noisily. He shook his head, clamped his eyes tight shut as though to blot out the vision, then slowly opened them again.
"La-de-da-de-da," Vivian sang in a singsong voice as she ran her hands up and down her extended leg, straightening the stocking and pulling it tight. "La-de-da-de-da. Paul, you haven't answered my question."
The man groaned low in his huge hairy chest. He stumbled to the side of the bed. He stood abjectly, looking down at the saucily smiling redhead. "Well, Paul? Do I or don't I?"
"You're gorgeous, Viv," he choked emotionally. "Gorgeous all over . . . "
"Well, now, that's better. Are you still leaving? I think you should." She put the nylon-clad foot on his. "And I think perhaps you'd best stay away from me from now on. Delia doesn't approve."
As though her small foot held magic powers, the man sank to his knees beside the bed. "No!" he husked. "No!"
"No! Well, it's up to Delia. She thinks you're liable to get violent and turn on us. She's afraid of you, Paul."
"I-I won't hurt anybody . . . " the giant whimpered, his tortured glance flickering to Delia. Stunned, Delia shook her head, feeling sudden contempt for the big man.
"Don't mind me," she said. "I'm going back to my room and try to get some sleep. You lunatics do as you please."
Vivian laughed. "In that case, Paul, I'll have to tie you up again so I can handle you like I want to." She slid the leg with the nylon back and forth against his cheek suggestively. "What do you think we should use for a gag this time? I don't want you yelling so loud you'll disturb the neighbors. And Delia's not going to be here to help keep you quiet."
As though it were routine, Paul eagerly reached and peeled the nylon from Vivian's leg, peppering the shapely limb with kisses in the process. The redhead giggled. When her leg was peeled bare she moved to one side of the bed. Paul groaned and stretched out in the center of the bed on his back. Vivian snatched the nylon stocking from him. She climbed on his massive chest and sat with her knees on his shoulders. Paul's face showed mixed emotions, fear and defeat.
"Don't-don't choke me, honey . .
"Shut up! I'll do as I please!" Vivian snapped. "Open your mouth."
Paul obeyed. Vivian began stuffing the stocking in his mouth. The giant babbled his objections but did nothing to resist. The mischievous redhead continued merrily pushing the material between his teeth and down his throat He gagged a couple of times and his eyes bulged.
"La-de-da-de-da," Vivian hummed as she worked. "We're going to have more fun, aren't we, Paul precious? Loads and loads of fun. Did you say something, Paul? I can barely hear you. I do wish you'd speak more plainly."
She secured the gag by wrapping the excess around his head and tucking it in. "There, that ought to do it! Now for your hands and feet, so you can't lose control and rape me with that telephone pole cock. I'm not in the mood to have my pussy split wide open!"
Within minutes she had the giant bound hand and foot in the original position Delia had seen him in, spread-eagled and helpless. Delia felt stunned. It was all so perverted! And yet there was this sense of fatal fascination that enthralled her flesh and tingled her brain, turned her blood to warm sweet wine. But it was so terribly wicked-so evil! She had to grit her teeth to hang onto her sanity. She didn't want to be a part of it anymore. Fun was fun, but this was too much! This was sliding too far over the jagged ledge of lust and depravity. Something warned her to retreat before it was too late. Still, she felt rooted to the spot, her heart thudding.
"See?" Vivian laughed from the bed. "See how dangerous the big clod is? Come on, the party's just starting! Well have barrels of bangs yet! Aren't you just itching to get your hands on this big ape again? I am! I can't wait!"
"No . . . no!" Delia shook her head determinedly. "I'm going back to my room!"
"All right." The redhead shrugged and grasped Paul's limp cock, began masturbating him. "Don't know what you're missing, though. Look! His prick is getting hard already! Did you ever see such a big, beautiful, magnificent prick! Oh darn! I've forgotten how many times I've made him cum. The goal was twelve times and now I've lost count. Oh, well, I guess well just have to start all over again."
Paul issued a horrible moan through the nylon and Vivian giggled delight. "It turns me on when he starts yelling and struggling. It sends me to the skies!" Paul's prick was rigid now as her fingers coaxed it to total erection. The huge head flared like a red bruised mushroom. The giant began to strain against his bonds and whimper.
Vivian squealed excitement. She quickly bent over and engulfed the quivering cock in her mouth, merrily sucking away on it. Paul's howls of protest sounded muffled and his muscular form began to leap and writhe and bounce. He broke into a sweat
Summoning every ounce of her will power, Delia turned and ran from them. Her legs felt weak. Temptation tugged at her to return and join Vivian in her game of wild depravity.
No! she screamed to herself. No! No! No!
In her own bed she lay with heart pounding and nerves tingling, fighting the demons of perverted sensuality. Now and then she could hear muted noises from Vivian's room, and squealy laughter. She trembled and felt damp with perspiration.
She buried her head under a pillow and finally found sleep. It was a restless sleep, however. She tossed and turned and had fitful dreams, fluctuations of guilt and bitterness. Hazy half-visions of where her life was leading her. It was a recurring dream. She saw herself stumbling along inside this long, dark, winding tunnel which never ended.
Never, never, never ended . . .