Chapter 6
Sestor strolled into the main rooms of the Ponyboy Stables with the two important club members alongside of him. They had been hard to deal with, but neither man wanted any part of a girl who was with her 'period'. Sestor had assured both of them that tomorrow night everything would be fine and in the meantime he would provide them with the two next most beautiful girls in the house.
It was Sestor himself who was in a turmoil since the amazing Jan (as he called Greta) was beyond a doubt the most enticing, alluring, seductive girl he had ever seen in his life. His restlessness was caused at the thought of how he should handle this luscious tidbit, should he take her all alone? If he did that he would destroy the image that he had taken years to create and if he took her with a group, would he enjoy her as much?
Sestor's habit was to surround himself in the water bed with no less than ten naked Ponygirls. He enjoyed their own sexplay which he freely permitted, he enjoyed listening to their soft cooing moans of pleasure when they climaxed, in fact there were times when their oooohs and aaaahs made his bedroom sound more like a dovecote than a sleeping area.
When he finally got sleepy he would position his head so that he was netted between two sets of breasts and so that titties were pressed into his legs as well. On certain rare occasions he would permit a particularly attractive Ponygirl to go down on him or on even rarer occasions he might even fuck one of the chosen beauties.
This new Jan had him in a quandary-he knew that he only wanted to fuck her and no one else, the thought of sticking his prick between her lovely thighs was his only desire, it was just a case of whether to do it in private or whether to do it in his usual group setting. As he strolled about greeting members his mind worked overtime at the problem.
It was five A.M. before Sestor decided that he would have a group as usual, but he would be highly selective of the participants. He walked into every room of the huge house to tape the choicest girls for the night in the water-bed. Having picked ten girls including the black haired English girl named Sally who had come with Jan he retired to his private sleeping quarters which he jokingly referred to as the Sexatorium.
The maid knocked on the dressing room door to inform Greta and Gogi of their good fortune in being selected by Sestor to sleep with him. The maid explained that there was no extra money in sleeping with him, but that they would be assured of getting good paying dates from then on if they were able to satisfy him.
"I'll satisfy him all right if he gives me the chance," Greta said with an evil grin' of determination on her beautiful face.
"Thank God I got invited too, I'd hate to miss this after all we've been through," Gogi added as she too was anxiously and evilly awaiting the opportunity to see this asshole get what was coming to him.
"We're very fortunate that he wants a group party. We would have been in a spot if he took me all alone," Greta said.
"And how, this way there will be no questioning that we can't substantiate easily. The quicker we get out of Chicago the better it'll be for us all the way around," Gogi agreed as she nervously awaited their call to join Sestor.
Finally the maid knocked again and asked the two girls to follow her up the stairs to the Sexatorium. The only people other than maids who ever saw Sestor's Sexatorium were the girls he slept with. No club member had ever entered the hallowed premises, it was his one supreme piece of privacy in a house that was filled with whores and depraved guests.
A short hallway from the door to the room itself was softly lighted with some indirect shafts of blue light. At once the feeling was eerie, but when the girls heard the oriental music playing they knew that they were in a true den of inequity, the girls of the group were really only slaves to the whims of this sordid old man and his alterations. He abased them the same way his members did to all the Ponygirls all over his Empire.
Well, this was one night that he would get a little more than he bargained for, tonight he would meet the queen of sex and after meeting her he would stop his reign as the king of the deluded and unfortunate girls who were at his beck and call. There was no doubt that he would be replaced in a short time, but he, at least, was to be eliminated once and for all tonight.
The hallway opened in a room of more blue lights, but these lights were diffused in other colors, so that while the lighting was predominantly a bluish color it was also shot through with every color of the rainbow. The lights played here and there, moving in a constant subtle arc that gave the atmosphere a pure psychedelic aura, an aura that breathed sex.
A long closet adjoined the hallway and the girls removed their clothes and hung them there along with the other Ponygirl costumes that were already hanging on coat hangers. The smell of marijuana was heavy in the room even though the activities had hardly begun. No cigarettes were visible so Greta and Gogi assumed that there were incense burners placed about the room that were burning hashish, even though the lights seemed to miss the pots.
The music was all the noise that could be heard, there was no conversation between the girls themselves or with the nude Sestor who reclined in the very center of his fabled water bed. The music was at once soft and jarring, the muted brass tones were constantly being interrupted with the jangle of cymbals and the Chinese type music became monotonous and boring after a very few minutes.
The water bed was huge, perhaps about twenty foot across and well it must be for it was the only place other than the floor where one could sit. The girls surrounded the reclining form of Sestor and they all looked sleepy and most relaxed. The combination of the drugged atmosphere and the- music was enough to put anyone in semi-coma.
Gogi and Greta moved to the bed and at closer range they could tell that some of the girls were indeed very attractive in their nakedness. The soft lights did more for the girls than any cosmetician could ever do. As one looked over the scene one" felt that one was in a sea of titties and asses and the strange effect of the water bed combined with the marijuana to heighten the feeling of floating in air.
Brown haired girls, varied shades of blonds and one black haired girl other than Gogi made up the assemblage, but even in the dim light all the girls stared at the glorious figure of Greta as she eased onto the bed and spread her six feet of exotic excitement out in a relaxed position. For some instinctive reason or other nobody approached the magnificent Greta, but no sooner had Gogi joined the group than she felt a pair of wet tongues on her skin. Evidently any girl other than Greta was fair game.
Gogi enjoyed the tongue bath she was getting from the two unknown and almost unseen girls and she herself responded to their advances by kissing them right back. Fingers clasped her titties in the soft but sexy way that women have in making love to each other and she felt titties pressing her body at several points. Gogi would enjoy this promiscuous sex as long as she could, but her mind was on Greta and Sestor.
If the music was turned off suddenly one would be able to hear the steady slurping of mouths as they lapped and licked away at bodies so closely packed together on the water bed. The party got in full swing lather fast, for all girls love to suck and be sucked and all girls can perform this way for very long periods of time and when Sestor at last would go to sleep it was his command that they stop their loving and sleep too. This regulation was one the girls hated so they wasted no time doing what comes naturally as soon as possible.
Sestor crooked a finger at Greta and she realized that it was her opening chance when she crawled up to lay in his skinny arms. The man had flesh that wasn't as yet leathery, but it was awfully loose on his bones and his body seemed to be unhealthy and repulsive. As he began to clumsily paw at her body a shudder ran through her nervous system and she was glad this affair was proceeding fairly speedily.
"Jan, I've chosen you as the first girl to enjoy my cock in a long time, I save my semen for very special occasions like this. You seem to have a very elusive something that draws me to you in spite of myself. I hope that our little party will be as good as I'm thinking it will be," Sestor whispered.
"Well Syl, I have to be very frank with you, I haven't had too many pricks in my vagina, but of the ones I have had there hasn't been a single complaint. I certainly hope that you are as well satisfied as the others have been." Her reply was uttered in a coy and clinging voice of sexy undertones that sent waves of desire racing through his body.
At the first touch of the velvety smooth skin on his nude body Sestor had begun to raise a hard on and now that he could feel her hot breath on his face he began to feel his little used testicles swell from the rush of gism that was quickly filling the unsightly balls that drooped between his thin thighs. He wrapped his arms about the enticing body he had ordered to his bed and he smiled the smile of the man who has everything and knows how to enjoy everything to the utmost of pleasure.
Gogi kept an eye on Greta even though it was distracting to have tongues trailing hot saliva all over her quivering flesh. She wanted to eat a little pussy herself but didn't dare to risk missing the assignation that was going to take place shortly a little farther up the bed where she saw Greta was entangled with Sestor and she noted his erection which was a signal that something great was about to take place.
Sestor traced his clammy hands up and down the shimmering white flesh of the gorgeous Greta's back and then he ran his hands down to squeeze her vibrant buttocks. Never had he felt flesh so alive, so responsive to his touch. This he thought, was going to be the fuck to end them all and he was so right.
"Suck my prick, sweetheart." Sestor begged through his panting lips.
"Won't it be better to save that for a little later, don't you want to feel my cunt hold your cock first dearest? I can't wait to feel that hot tool inside of me," countered Greta as she hated the thought of having to go down on this despicable son of a bitch.
"Maybe you're right, Jan, we can save that pleasure for later, then I'll let you suck me as long as you want," the haughty asshole replied.
Her huge, hard titties pressed into his shallow chest with the force of all her strength, her large globes seemed to swallow his frail frame as if she were a spider engulfing a fly caught in her web. She rolled over on her back and pushed his trembling body atop her and in between her thighs. Now his breath was coming in jerks that he was unable to control, as his insatiable desire to dominate the female species was coming to a peak with this fantastic creature below him.
As Gogi watched she licked her lips in anticipation and wonder. She thought at the moment of how transitory life really is. Here was a tycoon of the underworld being swallowed by the very thing that made him an international figure. He probably thought that he was the one irreplaceable man in the entire organization of cutthroats that ran prostitution from such a lofty position that they were never questioned by the press or the law.
Sestor had no such worry in his mind, he was lost in the clouds of sex and actually he was stupid enough to think that the girl under him was in love with him. He'd already decided to take her out of circulation as far as members were concerned, he'd make her a private pet of his own and enjoy her as often as he wanted to. No girl had aroused him this way ever in his life.
All his theories of religion and abstinence were forgotten as he probed his stiff prick into the fantastic bed of silken blond hair that tickled his enlarged genitals. Her underarms were exuding a musk stronger than the heavy pot smell of the room and his nostrils quivered with excitement as he inhaled the wonderful woman smell deep into his lungs.
She had permitted him to kiss her lips just as he wanted to because very condemned man was given a last supper and this was his, she thought as his thin lips and small tongue darted about her classic lace in the heat of sex. He lapped and licked and kissed and sucked and sniffed at the blond gorgeousness of Greta and as he did he felt her long fingers fondling his cock.
Sestor hadn't excited Greta in the slightest and her pussy was relatively dry, no precome juices were flowing at all. She puckered her lips together and gathered a full mouth of saliva and then filled her hand with the mucous-like wetness and pressed the hot lubricant into the slit of her cuntlips, she repeated the transfer of mouth wetness twice more before the cunt was ready for Sylvestor Sestor's smallish but still hard prick.
Gogi watched every step of the rape and her excitement rose to a tenseness she had never known in her life. She must be a bit of a sadist, she thought as she coolly but anxiously watched Greta perform her fatal fuck on this man who really had it coming. It wasn't the same as watching an execution behind prison walls but it was nonetheless a cold, premeditated murder of another human being.
Sestor was pressing his body into Greta as though his life depended on it now, as his flushed face was contorted in an urgency of demand for her to get on with the placement of his cock into her slit of love. He felt the heat in her crotch and mistakenly thought that he was exciting her sex system, if he had ever felt her full power of genital heat when she was genuinely aroused he wouldn't have been able to stand it.
Greta flexed her cunt muscles a few times letting some of her saliva trickle into her inner lips and then she pushed Sestor up in her crotch and guided his penis into her gaping vagina. His prick head dipped into the first layer of cunt lips and the thrilling touch of cock to cunt sent his head reeling with an intoxicating feeling of pent-up emotion and passion.
Having secured his prick-head tightly Greta undulated her hips slowly but steadily, each convolution of her ass cheeks sucked his cock deeper and deeper into her trench until at last the sword was buried all the way to his swollen testicles. It was obvious to Sestor that he needn't move his own ass in the slightest, her cunt was like his own hand as she manipulated the length of peter up and down her sheath.
Gogi stopped her play with the Ponygirls and watched as if transfixed. All the other girls were watching as well as soon as they saw the fuck was on in earnest. Seldom did Sestor ever fuck anybody and they wanted to see every detail of this exhibition taking place right before their eyes. Fingers continued to fondle cunts and titties but all attention was on the two copulating figures in the upper half of the huge bed.
Greta squeezed her cunt just a little and that was enough to extract Sestor's first watery climax and as he popped he grabbed her body in a frenzied hug of intense futility. He wanted to come like a man, but he wasn't equipped like a man and he did the best he could do with what he had. His cock though did not soften in the least, which for him was unusual, ordinarily one climax did him in completely.
He not only kept his hard on but he felt the thing stiffen even harder than before. God, he thought, what a lay, the best he'd ever had, she was truly the one girl for him. He felt her muscles wrap his round cock in their tentacle like grip and he felt those muscles slowly ripple up and down his swollen cock as though he were being jacked off by a silken hand. A few more of the powerful milkings and he shot his second load.
His second attempt was better than the first, he could feel his prostate gland as it pushed its cream downwards to meet the stream of gism that fairly flew from his testicles and into his prick. The sensation reverberated through his body like a sky rocket and sent him into the realm of true manhood, for maybe the first time in his life he was experiencing a full and total climax.
His third come was equal to the second and in fact seemed to surpass the second one, but Greta was getting a little leery. Of all the men she had before this bastard was the trickiest. His cock wasn't big enough to begin with and its very smallness worked against her cunt's power. A sudden inspiration crossed her mind just as she began to worry.
Lifting both of her ass cheeks off the bed of water Greta shot her hand between his thighs and she grabbed his balls. Now with her hips helping to position the heaving body in her clutches and with her long strong fingers clasping his enflamed balls she split the lower half of her pussy just enough so that she could stuff his testicles into her box.
Now that Sestor was firmly secured from the tip of his prick down to and including his balls Greta really went to work in her most devastating way. She shook her ass in rhythm with her pussy and Sestor was on the ride of his life. The huge cunt had literally swallowed his sexual organs and to him it seemed that they had become a single body, burning with love.
He came the fourth and the fifth times in succession without a whimper or a show of fear, but he did have a very odd feeling running through his brain as he felt the sixth come. It seemed as if he had lost contact with his body, as if his body belonged to the beautiful instrument underneath him. In one second of flashing remorse he did think of trying to withdraw and call it a day, but he felt so trying to withdraw and call it a day, but he felt so good lie dropped the- idea quickly.
The voracious cunt kept on and on, milking the poor man to his very last drop of semen and the man kept loving it all the time. True, his hugs had long since been reduced to feeble little squeezes and his climaxes were more like wiggles than anything else, but he blindly kept submitting to her ravenous devouring of his manhood.
Sestor's face paled notably, his little exhortations of trembling effort at manhood stopped completely, in fact he lay still in her big crotch and his brain did a slow fade out into never-never land. At last his breath ceased and his eyes bulged open in a sort of wild-eyed stare of disbelief and there wasn't a soul in the room that didn't know what had happened.
Greta let out a fake shriek of tenor and some of the girls screamed in their realization of what they had witnessed. Greta relaxed her tight hold of his penis and she climbed out from under his stiffening body. The body rolled and bounced grotesquely when she released it and she jumped to her feet with an expression of dismay and alarm that seemed quite real to all the other girls.
A girl ran to the intercom box on the wall and screamed for help. In less than five seconds three burly men plunged into the room and quickly as pertained what had happened. One held a mirror to the lips of the stiff and shortly pronounced him dead. No one in the room cried for his demise, rather they all seemed to be suspended in a state of amazement as they stared at his ugly naked form resting on his famous water-bed.
Seeming to come out of nowhere the room was filled with policemen. The explanation of his death was accepted readily and completely, after all there had been an awful lot of witnesses on the scene and they all told the same story of the action preceding his death. The police conferred with each other for a very short time and then told the girls that they were not to mention the event to anybody. It seemed that his death would appeal- to the public to be just a common heart attack.
"Let's get the hell out of here," Greta said as the girls filed down the stairway to the main rooms of the house.
"God, yes, let's go straight to the airport, I want out of this town and this country as soon as possible. These people are very dangerous I think and the quicker we leave the better off we'll be," Gogi replied in haste.
The girls were lucky to hail a taxi which took them to the airport where they boarded the Lear-Jet and headed for Miami, Florida post haste.
"We must telephone Betty and tell her not to worry," Greta said as they at last relaxed on the plane.
"Oh yes, we must tell her that we were there but we don't know anything about the accident to Sestor. We'll tell her we left hurriedly because we didn't want to get involved. I'm very sure that none of those Ponygirls will talk about this affair, in fact I think that this will all be hushed up just like those policeman said it would be," Gogi agreed.
"Golly, do you think you'll ever get rid of this strange reaction you have to fucking?" Gogi asked, still amazed at what she had seen.
"I'd like to Gogi and I'm going to try, but who can tell."
"If you don't, you'll have a pretty sad life. I know how much you like to fuck, you were even getting a little worked up fucking that pipsqueak in Chicago," Gogi replied, honestly concerned with Greta now.
The plane swept low over the bright Miami landscape and came to rest close by their car. The girls deplaned and headed for Gogi's house in Biscayne Bay. Both were exhausted from their marathon trip to the Ponyboy Club headquarters in Chicago.