Chapter 13
"Fuck me, fuck me like a man!" Jack's panting wife bleated, her face eerily distorted in the red light's glow.
Jill quickly complied. Placing the head of the plastic dildo at the slit of Sherrie's cunt and pushing down, she felt it sink into her seething flesh and felt, too, the end boring into her own cunt, gouging, filling her with wild desire for the real thing.
"Ohhhaaaggghh!" Sherrie sighed and shivered with goose- bumps. Jill's deep throated groans of delight echoed hers as the men watched the cock head plow in, pulling her cuntal lips obscenely apart while Sherrie's body wriggled in attempts to gobble it up.
Slowly, calculatingly, Jill withdrew the plastic penis inch by inch, only to plunge downward with a pelvic smashing thrust into Sherrie's womb. The men crowded closer to the bed, watching Jill's strapped buttocks and thighs pump in and out as she fucked like a man . . . as best a woman can. On the bed, a sweating mass of shivering naked flesh, Sherrie bent her legs as far as they would go as she thrust her hips forward to eat up all of the artificial cock. Jill fell on top of her and stabbed her pink tongue into Sherrie's drooling mouth.
They writhed and undulated together on the sofa, crushing their milky breasts together as Jill fucked the cock all the way to Sherrie's spongy cervix and felt the other end gouge into her own vagina. Each withdrawal made the fitted end contract in her cunt and when she fucked into Sherrie's pussy, the end swelled and surged in her. Faster and faster she fucked, building a frenzied rhythm, the two of them digging their nails into each other's backs as they fucked and wallowed in lesbian love.
Something savage about the way the straps fitted her lover's naked flesh and the way she humped her like a man, shoving the artificial penis (or was it artificial . . . she wondered, biting her lip until she drew blood. . . . ) into her creamy cunt.. . nearly made Sherrie cum.
Roy was tearing off his pants, ready to get what he'd paid for. He was the first to crawl on to the bed naked, his hands groping for the lesbian lovers as they fucked and licked one another, moaning and grunting out their lust. He lay on his side, jutting out his rock hard cock stuck in their faces, a lick away.
Jill was the first to lick it. Sweating, she fought for it . . . until Sherrie caught sight of the manly stalk of flesh and vied for possession of its power. Their hands were all over it, stroking it, their tongues licking each other as they licked it.
Now Sherrie lay on her back with Jill on top of her, feeling their soft, sweat sheened breasts crushed together with their puffy nipples slipping and sliding as the dildo fucked in and out of her cunt. Jill took Roy's blood-red penis in her mouth and sucked noisily on the mushroomed head, seeping with pre-cum. Sherrie craned forward and claimed the shaft of it, bumping heads with her lesbian lover who fucked her still.
With a grunt, Roy pulled his cock out of Jill's mouth and smirking obscenely, shoved it between Sherrie's laxly parted lips. It came as a shock, the rubbery pole twisting down her throat, but she sucked, loving the taste, the feel, the sin of it all.
But that wasn't enough for Roy. He'd come here for pleasure and if one woman was all he wanted, he would have stayed home with his wife. He shoved his cock first into one mouth and then the other, panting, his teeth showing as he watched the two women suck and fight over the possession while they fucked each other with the dildo.
Then the mattress shook from other weight on the bed-coming from all directions. Roy's board of directors crawled over the coverlet on this, their last meeting of 'a week long sojourn to the north country to discuss corporate politics in a setting conducive to level headed decision making' as the memo to the chosen few stated, after arrangements had been made with a Chicago contact.
Those corporate hands were making quick decisions now as they pawed at the women, naked and reckless. One shoved a bony finger up Jill's anus as the other tried to wedge his hand underneath Sherrie, his finger probing for her own puckered, sensitive once-violated hole.
Bodies fell like dead weight on the bed. An older man with silver hair was there alongside Roy. Sherrie's eyes flashed open with a start. The dildo was gone.
Jill shrieked as they pulled her off of Sherrie's clutching body, throwing her on her back, tearing at the buckles and tossing the plastic shaft across the room, jealous of the surrogate penis when they had the real thing! As Sherrie watched, a treacherously sinful thrill ran through her body . . . Jill had disappeared under a heap of thrashing, sex-maddened bodies, creating a hydra of arms and legs and a cacophony of lustful grunts and moans.
Rape! She'd learned the meaning of that word. Again she would be raped. All those stout cocks, those mouths, jabbing at her vulnerable orifices. She gasped, but not with apprehension as hands grabbed her goose-bumped flesh. Rape . . . a trickle of indecision shot through her brain. Was it rape? Didn't she want to be mauled and screwed in her mouth, in her cunt and in her-Sherrie's eyes flew open to stare into Southworth's pinprick pupils, flashing red in the lights . . . then downward to his pathetically wormish cock in his hand.
He yanked her to the edge until her head drooped over the side and everything looked upside down . . . she felt the hands, the bodies, the legs, the cocks. The men were on her and someone-did it matter who?-was sliding his swollen cock up and down her seething cunt. Hands and lips and tongues and cocks possessed her body, every inch of her naked flesh, fucking, probing, pinching, driving her toward orgasm.
She opened her mouth and Southworth's wormish penis slipped in uninvited. It grew hot and hard in her mouth as she sucked breathlessly, drawing his sperm from his testicles until she tasted one drop of cum. That spurred her on, made her crave more.
A writhing mass of bodies crowded the bed, with no way to sort them out.. . Sherrie sucking Southworth's cock while he watched gleefully, counting the profits he's make from this sweet dish. As dollar signs shown in his eyes, the sperm amassed in his genitals until, with a screeching yelp he came in her mouth, shooting white hot streams of hot sperm that scorched her tonsils and burned her throat, filling her gullet with a puddle of cream.
With a final moan, Southworth staggered backwards and tumbled to the floor, his eyes fastened on the wild orgy. Sherrie licked her lips and closed her eyes to everything but feeling. She was being fucked and sucked and battered around like a rag doll. Somebody was jabbing his penis in her cum dripping mouth . . . who? Did it matter?
Angel dust, PCP, is known for the remarkable agility its users experience, that and a noticeable lack of pain. That's what happened to Sherrie now and Southworth grinned, knowing he'd struck the right combinations in drug usage, alcohol and settings to create an orgy that made the Romans look like pussy cats.
Jill was lying beside Sherrie on her back, being fucked in the cunt while another man suckled her bruised breasts. The air was hot and sticky with cum and she felt someone's cum puddling warmly on her belly . . . whose sperm meant for whom? Threads of stickiness glistening on Jill's nakedness added to the chorus of lustful moans coming from the corporate directors' mouths. The two lesbian lovers groped for each other and their mouths locked as they sparred their tongues, both cumming, their bodies shuddering and twitching as they were fucked by one man after the other.
The chairman of the board, Roy Jepsen, was definitely the leader of the gang. Barking out orders, he made everyone back off and then directed Jill to climb on top of Sherrie. The women lay together, dizzy, engulfed in a pool of lust, grinding their cum-drenched vaginas together, spreading their legs wide so that Roy could get behind them and fuck first one and then the other. Each director was granted his turn at fucking the two captive women and, as Sherrie felt each renewed cock plunge into her spongy cervix, she convulsed, cumming in a spiting stream of lust. Each man had his turn, before falling away exhausted. Rubbing her sweat sheened breasts against Sherrie's, Jill matched her lover, orgasm for orgasm. As the men fucked them from behind, the women licked each other's faces, wiping clean the men's sperm splattered over their lust contorted features. Making love to a woman and a man, decided Sherrie somewhere in some corner of her brain, had to be heaven!
The room sizzled with the smell and heat of lust, mingled with the sweet smell of angel dust. Their bodies mingled into one mass of sweat glistening, cum-spattered flesh. Roy suddenly dragged Jill across the bed, her face wild and ecstatic as he flipped her over onto her stomach and shoved his cock into her cringing asshole. With amazing strength, he rammed his slithering cock tight into her anus and rolled her over on top of him so that she sprawled obscenely, legs spread apart, face contorted in pleasure-pain, cunt gaping open with Roy's cock buried deep in her anus. One of his director's eyed his chance, licked his lips and jumped into the foray.
Jill groped for his sticky cock and guided the head up into her neglected cunt and fell into a rhythm between the two men: one cock in her anus, one cock in her cunt.
One in her anus . . . The thought burned through the dusty haze of mind numbing drugs. Jack . . . raping her. She slithered for the edge of the bed, but Roy, eyeing his chance, let another director take his post at Jill's creamy vagina and leapt on the auburn-haired lovely who'd captured his lecherous attentions.
He fell on top of her in a lustful groan and she felt the bulbous head of his slippery cock press against the button of her anus. Sherrie squeezed shut her mascara-smeared eyes, and gritted her teeth, knowing the pain would kill her. The soft walls of her rectum could never tolerate his gouging masculinity!
She didn't know the blessings of PCP or Southworth's crafty reasons for using the drug. . .and when Roy plunged deep inside her anus, boring deep into her bowels . . . there was no pain beyond a dull pressure. He sawed in and out, making strange sucking sounds. Then someone was lifting her limp body until she lay on her back with Roy under her, his thick cock boring into her tender anus. His rough hands reached up and around her rib cage to paw her breasts, squeezing them, taunting her chafed nipples until even through the tranquillizing drug, they felt raw.
Now on top of her was the vice chairman of the board, leering down at her. For a thin man, he possessed a girthy cock, she mused lewdly, proud of herself for being able to put together one cogent thought. With an inviting little mewl from her cum-encrusted, parted lips, she groped for that stalk of male meat and guided it up into her creamy cunt, feeling the two penises move in slippery unison, fucking her in the tender nether regions of her anus and the other into her seething vagina. She blinked her eyes and sighed, oblivious to any goings on in other parts of the Hunters Point Inn.
When Jack's blue Datsun nosed into the Hunters Point Inn parking lot, a lineup of black and white cars blocked the entrance and exits, trapping the Mercedes and Cadillacs and foreign sports models with their out-of-state license plates from his home state.
The police were amassed, checking their ammunition. The press photographer was there. Jack scratched his head. They were about to close in-on whom, for what, and why?
Sherrie couldn't stop cumming! She bucked and writhed and wriggled herself between the two men, impaling herself on their potent stalks of blood-fed masculinity. "Cum, cum, cum . . . " she muttered through hissed teeth, goading the men on to fill her with their steaming seed, loving their male dominance controlling her body while she floated off on a cloud of sensual hysteria.
The directors worked overtime, thrashing slavishly to please her. The lanky gray-haired man drilling into her vagina stiffened, threw back his head and Sherrie's ear drums pounded from the shrill screech torn from his lungs. He shot a hoseful of steaming cum deep into her cunt just as Roy reached the end of his race for stamina. Faster and faster he bored into her anus, sawing, pulling out the tender anal flesh on each withdrawal and shoving it back in with a grunt.
"I . . . I . . . I'm cummming . . . again!" wailed the captive, biting her lip until it bled as she bucked in unison with Roy's fleshy body.
He mauled her flesh, as if holding it for ransom, until he'd emptied his pint of white hot cum in the depths of her bowels. Sherrie was delighting in the feel of laying naked between the two sweating male bodies whose cum dribbled from her ravaged anus and vagina, when a scream rent the air. First one shriek, then another, and another.
The police crashed through the door, knocking it off its hinges. A chorus of humiliated startlement rang with anger and fear, echoing off the mirrored walls steamed with illicit sex. The board of directors scrambled madly for clothes, fighting for possession of a shirt, pants. . .anything to cover their incriminating nudity. Roy Jepsen, chairman of the board, covered his face with his hands and barked threats at the snickering press photographer who'd snapped off a roll of film in the first minute.
The sheriff brandished the cold nose of a .38 magnum before Southworth's piggish eyes; in the red light is resembled a black penis glinting with red blood. "You picked the wrong fortune cookie this time, Southworth. We finally got your ass." The officer of the law cocked his head toward one of the ten state police flanking him. "Handcuff this one . . . and make sure the press gets a good shot of him!"