Chapter 4
"Now, let's go over it again," Jake said impatiently. The whiskey he had consumed seemed to have had no effect on him. He paced up and down, waving the half-empty glass to emphasize his instructions. Fats and Queenie sat on the side of Jake's rumpled bed. Jabber sprawled in an easy chair, and Myrtle sat, legs tucked beneath her bottom, at his feet. They all held glasses, tinkling the ice cubes as they tilted them. Queenie was becoming a little giddy, and the other three were showing signs of an approaching "high."
"Sergeant Montrose takes the blonde chick to her apartment every morning," Jake explained. "That's where we take them. As soon as she gets out of the car, Fats and Jabber grab her."
"I'll grab her right by the fuckin' clit!" Jabber giggled, cupping his crotch and hunching his pelvis suggestively. Myrtle grinned broadly and covered his hand with hers.
"There'll be no shit!" Jake growled. "Don't forget, we're snatching a couple of pigs. If we fuck it up, we'll have the whole goddamn police force after our asses!"
"Fuck the whole goddamn force!" Fats rumbled, dropping one hand on Queenie's thigh and sliding his fingers to shove her dress up until he could tease the blonde curls of her crotch. The girl let her knees spread farther apart and she licked her lips in unabashed eagerness.
"Let's settle for fucking just two of them," Jake said, pausing to watch Fats insert a pudgy finger in Queenie's pink slit. It had been only an hour since he deposited a load of come in that greedy snatch, so he was reasonably certain Fats was encountering a portion of the hardy sperm cells. The thought was an intriguing one, sufficient to send a tremor of excitement through his own flaccid prick.
"When you two grab the girl," he continued, taking three steps and halting astride Myrtle's exposed knees, "I'll take the sergeant. He'll be reacting to what you're doing, so I won't have any trouble." He looked down at Myrtle's upturned face and slowly unzipped his fly, drawing out his slightly engorged cock. Myrtle stared at it with hungry eyes, her lips parting to reveal the flickering tip of her wet tongue. Jake skinned his prick back and squeezed, drawing the satin skin of the big knob into a smooth curve and widening the lips of the tiny eye.
"You girls will be in the van," he said, watching Myrtle's pursing mouth as he outlined their plan for the tenth time. "When Jabber and Fats shove the chick in, you slap a strip of adhesive tape over her mouth. Nothing else, you understand? Just keep her nice and quiet until you're back here.
"Jabber will drive the van and Fats will get in the car with me and the sergeant. The car goes first."
Jabber leaned forward, his eyes darting back and forth from Myrtle's face to Jake's cock. "Get to the part about what we do when we get back here!" he exclaimed. "Shit! We won't have no trouble takin"em. Just like pickin' up a couple of fuckin' pigs!" He gurgled with amusement. "Christ! I'm gonna fuck that bitch till come runs out her goddamn nose like snot!"
Jake switched his gaze to Jabber's lean features. "You're a crude bastard," he said in a deceptively calm voice. "But I rather like that particular metaphor." He moved his pelvis toward the seated girl. "Open your mouth, Myrtle."
The girl made a large oval of her full lips, tilting her face upward as Jake eased the head of his prick into her mouth. She tightened her lips about it and swirled her tongue over the slick knob, her cheeks shadowing as she began sucking, nursing the warm meat with avid tugs.
As unemotionally as he had fed the cock to her, he pulled it back, smiling at the little slurping sound as her lips slipped off the tip.
"Kiss her, Jabber," he growled, still standing astride the girl's thighs, his moist organ only inches from her surprised face.
"What the hell!" Jabber grunted, frowning almost angrily. "She just had your prick in her jaw!"
"Do you take orders, bastard?" Jake demanded. "I don't want a son of a bitch that has to have everything explained. Kiss her!"
Jabber's face worked in indecision. Then, with a savage grin, he grabbed Myrtle's hair, leaning over and covering her mouth with his, driving his tongue between her lips in a wet soul kiss. "I'll be goddamned!" Fats exploded, his eyes wide above his heavy beard. His finger squirmed deeper into Queenie's plump labia and she made a little mewling sound of pleasure. "He done it!"
Jake moved toward the bed, a smile playing about the cold eyes. His prick, now fully erect, swayed from side to side. He paused between Queenie's feet, gesturing with his glass.
"Take your finger out of her cunt, Fats," he said quietly. When the wet digit had withdrawn, Jake bent his knees slightly, and said, "Stand up, Queenie, and slide your pussy on my cock."
The blonde grinned crookedly, sloshing whiskey from the glass as she plopped it down on a small table beside the bed. She got to her feet and pulled her dress up, tucking it about her slender waist. Her hand seized Jake's erection and her hips wiggled into position, forcing her slippery pussy lips over the huge knob.
Her arms went about Jake's waist, and she jammed her belly against his, taking the full length of his strutted shaft into her quivering vagina. Her lips tightened over her clenched teeth and she managed four furious hunches before Jake pushed her away, dragging his greasy pole from the reluctant pussy. He forced her back onto the bed, her legs spread wide, her juice-rimmed cunt gaping, and her engorged clitoris thrusting its meaty spear out from its fleshy hood.
"Now, Fats," Jake exclaimed, excitement lacing his words. "It's your time. Go down on her!"
The big man dragged a huge hand across his beard, his eyes glaring rebelliously. Jake's lids lowered a fraction, and an icy coldness seemed to dart from their glittering depths. Fats shivered, his own stare dropping and the tenseness leaving his massive shoulders.
Like a clumsy bear, he slid to his knees, plunging his hairy face between Queenie's thighs. The girl's shrill yelp of joy brought a smile to Jake's lips. It was obvious that Fats had plunged his tongue into the sheath just vacated by Jake's cock.
He turned to see Jabber climbing out of his trousers, his slender prick standing out in throbbing readiness. Myrtle had just finished divesting herself of the last garment, and Jake could see the dampness in the dark hairs about her dainty cunt.
Jabber sat down in the chair again, and Myrtle climbed onto his lap, turning her back to the lad and easing her pussy down onto his cock by straddling his thighs and lowering her crotch.
Her eyes closed as Jabber's tool disappeared inside her cunt, and she began moving her ass in a circling motion, screwing the tight labial ring about the rearing shaft, her hands clutching his knees for balance. As she neared a complete impalement, she leaned forward to insure the maximum penetration, and Jake moved forward to press the head of his prick, still wet from its insertion in Queenie's snatch, against her soft lips.
Myrtle's eyes flew open, widening in surprise and quick hunger. Remembering his earlier assault on her still-tingling tail, she lifted her stare to his cold eyes, holding just the tip of his huge prong in her lips.
"No shit this time, kid," he said, his eyes softening. "Just eat it." Then he sighed as she drew his prick deep into her mouth and began sucking.
On the bed, Queenie had drawn her knees up and braced her bare feet on Fats' massive shoulders, while the big man slid his hands beneath her wriggling hips to clutch her buttocks and lift her upward, seeming to drink from the pliant lips of her cunt. He rubbed his face against her pussy, making her ass bounce as his wiry beard tickled her sensitive clitoris and the exposed folds of her inner labia. Then, with a muffled snort, Fats would clamp his mouth over her cunt and ram his tongue deep into her vagina, shaping it to scoop out the thick cream aroused by his oral caress.
Jake watched the big man's noisy feasting as he pumped his own prick in and out of Myrtle's nursing lips, now and then sliding it down her throat to feel the delightful spasming of the hot muscles.
They were both experts, he mused. Myrtle could spend a full day sucking a cock capable of sustaining an erection that long, and she could take even Fats' enormous cock when given the chance to relax her throat for its prodigious length and girth.
Fats was equally able at gobbling a pussy. It seemed ironic to Jake that the man should be so powerfully hung, yet find his greatest satisfaction in drinking the tart juices from a girl's cunt. He experienced no difficulty in screwing any female who could accommodate his massive phallus. But, unless he was already excited, he required an unusually long time to achieve an orgasm.
Both Myrtle and Fats would prove useful, Jake smiled to himself. He could hardly wait to see Patrolwoman Shirley Bascomb's reaction when Fats rammed his monster prick between her legs, and Sergeant Montrose's expression when Myrtle swallowed his unwilling cock.
The pictures evoked by the thoughts made him plunge his own tool in and out of Myrtle's drooling lips with increased tempo, setting off a chain reaction of unbridled lust.
Myrtle, hungry for the semen that bubbled at the base of Jake's big prick, took the head deep in her throat, nursing the satin plum with feverish suction as it pistoned back to where her tongue could massage it before its next vicious thrust. Her ass pounded up and down on Jabber's cock, her pussy convulsing about the throbbing prong and catapulting the hunching youth to a gut-wrenching explosion.
Jake's prick spurted its ropy sperm into Myrtle's gulping throat, its head slamming forcefully against her oral arch as he rolled his balls against her throat and chin, his hips jerking with each delightful release of the thick cream.
Myrtle, drinking what was, to her, the most delicious liquid imaginable, orgasmed immediately, her cunt convulsing in torrid shudders that triggered Jabber's ejaculation.
Almost before Jabber had shot the last of his load into the girl's cunt, Jake gripped her shoulders and pulled her forward and off the stiff cock, its milky offering oozing from the fluttering lips of her pussy. He forced her to the floor, face down, ripping his trousers down about his ankles and flinging himself atop the girl's naked back, his still-hard prick stabbing between her thighs and jabbing her perineum with its meaty head.
He found the slippery lips of her pussy, sliding through their spasming grip and into the clenching vagina, feeling the slick semen Jabber had deposited there coating his cock and laving the throbbing glans. He clutched her hips and lunged downward until his belly slammed against her firm buttocks, hilting his prick in the snug channel, beginning a rhythmic stroking that frictioned both their organs into renewed enthusiasm.
Myrtle, having swallowed one load of fuck-juice from Jake's prod, welcomed the opportunity to accept still another in her aroused pussy. Accordingly, she worked her ass beneath his pounding hips, tightening her vagina about his savage thrusts and groaning with pleasure as the big prick drove in and out with slowly increasing speed.
Jake let his weight down on the wriggling girl, slipping his hands beneath her to palm a warm tit in each one, massaging them as he fucked her, measuring the effect of his womb-jarring thrusts by the way the nipples stiffened and throbbed.
From across the room, he heard Queenie's soft cry, and he raised his head to see Fats, now naked, crouched between the blonde's elevated thighs, feeding that monstrous prick into her protesting snatch. Before the big man had worked more than half of the shaft into her, Jabber padded into Jake's field of vision, stretching himself out beside the writhing pair, and pressing his slender cock into the blonde's open lips.
Jake found himself pumping faster as he observed Fats' prong beginning the age-old motion, plunging into Queenie's belly like a thick oily piston, spreading the lips of her blonde cunt into a taut circle that moved inward and outward with the huge prick.
He was equally fascinated by Jabber's actions. The blonde youth was forcing Queenie to swallow the full seven inches of his cock, grinding his balls against her chin and lower lip with each thrust. Jake could see the trickle of saliva that trailed from the corner of the girl's encircling lips, its glittering spill already flecked with traces of the boy's seminal juice.
Fats' monster prick glistened with her cuntal exudation, the big veins appearing to crawl like fat worms along the huge shaft as it speared in and out of the juicy orifice. Each time it dragged its bulk outward, it pulled the lips of her pussy out with it, revealing the pink slickness of her vaginal walls before shoving them inside with its return trip.
Queenie was trying to cooperate with the big man's powerful thrusting. But she was able to do little more than wiggle her ass beneath his savagely pounding hips. Each plunge of Fats' prick filled her belly and shoved her pelvis down against the bed in helpless acceptance. Her throat blocked by Jabber's hard meat, she could not cry out. The only sound, aside from the wet squishing of the poling cock between her thighs, was a nasal whimper that might have been drawn forth by either ecstasy or pain.
Jake rode his own mount with vicious hunches, spearing Myrtle's dripping cunt and banging his nut-sac against her engorged clitoris with every thrust. His hands squeezed and pinched the distended nipples of her firm tits, making her gasp and tighten her cunt about his throbbing phallus.
He was almost ready to come again. The shivers of pleasure were beginning to center in his big balls, sending their hot tendrils outward each time his bag slapped upward with his forward lunge, the delightful sensation rushing through his thick cock to swell the huge knob that burrowed against the girl's spasming womb-mouth. It would take only a few more strokes to loose his sperm.
Suddenly and roughly, he released her breasts, raising his hips and dragging his juice-coated cock from her spasming pussy. He pulled the engorged head of the shaft along her taut perineum and pressed the rounded tip into her anal ring, jamming it in through the protesting sphincter before the girl could tighten it.
Myrtle cried out at the painful invasion, her body flattening against the floor, arms and legs extended in mindless reaction, and her rounded ass cheeks spasming in helpless contractions.
Jake made no attempt to force more than the first three inches into the tight collar of hot flesh. Gripping her narrow waist, he pulled the prick completely out of her asshole and slammed it in again, wrenching another muffled scream from the writhing girl.
Again and again, he drew the purple knob out of the anal grip and forced it back through the tortured sphincter, fucking her with furious jabs until the exquisite sensation became too great and his semen bolted through his cock and into her ass.
Only then, with a strangled curse, did he ram the prick all the way in, letting the protesting undulations of her intestinal sheath milk the hot cream from his hairy balls.