Chapter 5
Dave Montrose did not turn his gaze away when Shirley Bascomb climbed into the Impala. His eyes followed the upward slide of her skirt, admiring the firm curves of her sleek thighs, the pantyhose giving them the appearance of nudity. He felt his cock stiffen in response.
Ever since that incident at the liquor store, he had been more keenly aware of the girl's desirability. Not that he intended to do anything about it. It was a perfectly human response to look at a pretty leg. It was also normal to get an erection if a guy hadn't popped his nuts for a few days.
It hadn't been easy making good his threat to Violet. She had gone out of her way to wear the most attractive negligee and provocative perfume. But she had made no overt gesture of invitation. As a result, Dave had gone without his daily ration of sex just long enough to build up a load that was beginning to ache in his balls.
Shirley settled herself on the seat, not bothering to adjust her skirt, giving Dave a smile as he pulled out of the parking area and into the morning traffic.
"Did you get a chance to check the mug book?" he asked.
"Nothing," she replied, nodding her blonde head. "I had Rose run all three names. No Professors, no Jabbers, and only three Fats. None of them fitted the big guy."
"Probably just a couple of punks," Dave growled. "I can't get over the way that crazy ape just kept going. Hell! If that had been me, I'd have been out of the ballgame right then."
"You were," Shirley chuckled, her big breasts moving and rocking the shield centered over the left nipple. "Remember?"
He gave a wry snort. "If I ever meet that bastard again, it'll be a long time before he's able to pull another stunt like that."
"Hey!" she said gently. "I thought you were the cop who always went by the book."
"Think again," he murmured, his fingers tight on the wheel. "This is personal. We can't arrest them. If we did, we'd have to admit the whole damned thing. We covered up everything, and we can't afford to open it up."
"So, what do we do?" she demanded. "If we find them, I mean?"
"We beat their goddamn heads in!" he grated. "That's the only language they understand." He glanced at her profile with a little twitch of his mouth. "This time, for god's sake get that gun out in a hurry!"
She pulled her lower lip between her white teeth, worrying it before answering. "Maybe Chuck is right, Dave," she said slowly. "Maybe I don't belong on the force. Maybe I should marry him and spend the rest of my life telling him how handsome he looked on the newscast, and how damned brilliant he is!"
His head jerked about at the abrupt alteration in her tone. "Do I hear a little trace of sarcasm?" he demanded. "Hell, Shirley. The guy is handsome, and pretty damned smart too."
Her eyes were angry. "Just for the record, sergeant," she said in a tight voice, "it takes more than that to satisfy a woman."
Dave's lips pursed and he frowned. "I think I'm gonna pretend I didn't say anything at all," he murmured.
Her anger faded and she touched his fingers, curved about the wheel. It was a fleeting contact, but Dave felt it all the way to the tip of his eight-inch cock. A tingling sensation, almost like an electric shock.
"I'm being feminine," she smiled.
His hips squirmed as his prick ridged his trousers. "You sure as hell are!" he grunted, wondering which way she would take the remark.
A nondescript gray van nudged the curb almost in front of Shirley's apartment building, and Dave swung the Impala sharply in front of the vehicle, braking and halting to drop his eyes to the girl's thighs.
"Guess I won't see you till day after tomorrow," he said. "Got a big day planned?"
She opened the door, one leg sliding out. The skirt climbed dangerously near her crotch, and Dave's body tensed with a rush of desire. His cock was throbbing almost painfully.
"Just the usual," she answered. "Beauty shop and a deliciously long sleep."
She climbed out, smoothing the skirt, and Dave followed the path of the fingers over the slight curve of her belly, down past the hidden valley and along the lush thighs. He had to grind his teeth together to keep from groaning aloud.
"Take care, kid," he murmured, holding the wheel as though it would prevent his plunge into some mysterious whirlpool of erotic fantasy. He watched the voluptuous sway of her firm buttocks as she moved away, his tongue curled and sliding along his upper lip, his balls tightening between trembling thighs.
With his gaze focused on Shirley's hips, he didn't see the two male fingers until they were too close for the girl to respond to his hoarse cry.
"Look out, Shir...!"
The cold muzzle of a thirty-eight jammed threateningly against the left side of his throat, just under the jaw line, cut him short. He glared helplessly as the huge man and the blond youth dragged a kicking, wriggling Shirley to the gray van behind the Impala, thrusting her inside. The bearded giant slammed the door and lumbered to the car, opening the door and making the vehicle sag with his tremendous weight.
Dave had recognized the pair almost immediately. But his concern for Shirley had held his anger in check. Now, with the man grinning at him and reaching out to pluck his gun from its holster, he reacted in spite of the weapon at his throat.
His fingers stiffened for a quick jab at the short thick throat, its muscles almost hidden by the beard. Then he gasped as an unbearable pain tore through his arm.
Moving with unbelievable speed, the man had clamped his wrist in one ham-like hand, holding and squeezing with maddening effortlessness as he employed the other hand to lift the gun out and shove it into the waistband of his trousers.
"Turn him loose, Fats," said the man outside the car. "I believe he got the message."
He moved the back of the seat forward, unhurriedly, climbing into the back seat, the gun held casually in his right hand.
"Start driving, sergeant," he ordered softly. "And don't try any television heroics. Your partner is nice and comfortable. Let's keep her that way, shall we?"
Dave set the Impala in motion, seeing the van swing in behind him. He flexed his left hand. "You must be the Professor," he said, trying to match the calmness of the man in the back seat.
"Admitted," the man replied, dark eyes narrowing. "How did you know that?"
"I've met your two friends," Dave told him. "They have a bad habit of name-dropping."
The bearded man shifted his weight nervously. "We meant to tell you about that, Professor."
"Suppose we let the sergeant tell me," Jake murmured, his voice cold and flat "Go on, sergeant. How and where did you meet them?"
Dave gave a short account of the incident, avoiding mention of the man's refusal to prosecute and his own failure to report the assault. He was interrupted three times by the Professor's terse instructions. Behind them, the van followed at a discreet distance.
"We was gonna tell you, Professor," Fats footnoted the recital. "Honest to god!"
Jake silenced the big man with a lowering of his eyelids. "It's unimportant," he said in a toneless voice. To Dave, he said, "I apologize for any injury you may have incurred. Fats is quite temperamental when he is sexually aroused."
Dave glared at the man's reflection in the rectangular mirror. "He was raping the girl. How about her injury?"
Jake shrugged. "Most women harbor a subconscious desire to be sexually assaulted. You know that, sergeant. As for injury, I rather suspect that the girl could have taken more than even Fats could give her."
"Damn this philosophical shit!" Dave exploded. "What's all this about? You sound like a reasonably intelligent person. Why the hell did you pull a stunt like this? Christ! They'll rack your balls good for snatching two uniformed officers."
"Such language," Jake protested mockingly. "This is no ordinary snatch, sergeant. I can assure you of that. You and Officer Bascomb are merely our guests. Reluctant guests, perhaps. But I'm sure we can change that."
He tapped Dave's shoulder with the gun, pointing to a large building ahead. "Pull up at the door, sergeant. When Fats opens it, just drive in. I'll explain everything inside."
"It had better be good!" Dave muttered.
Jake's eyes glittered. "It will be, sergeant. It will be."
Fats made the Impala spring upward as he climbed out, digging a key from his pocket and entering a smaller entrance beyond the big door Jake had indicated. Dave's body tensed for any opportunity, but the gun held him in place. The heavy door rolled up and the Impala moved inside. The gray van followed.
As Fats rolled the door down, locking them inside, Dave saw the van door open and a beautiful black-haired girl stepped down, reaching back to assist a flustered Shirley to the floor. Behind her, urging her forward with the gun they had obviously lifted from her bag, an equally lovely girl with enormous jugs joined them. The blond youth who had driven the van climbed out and stood scratching his crotch, staring at Shirley's legs with hungry eyes.
Fats lumbered back to the car with that strangely graceful gait, and Jake nudged Dave's neck with his thirty-eight, motioning for him to open the door and get out. He obeyed, exchanging quick glances with Shirley and giving her what he hoped was an encouraging smile.
Prodded by the ugly weapon, Dave crossed the big room into a dirty stairwell, climbing the squeaking boards ahead of the others, turning down a long hall and twisting the knob of a scarred door at the man's command.
Dave estimated the windowless room to be some twenty feet square. The walls were concrete, chipped and disfigured by time and vandalism. From the ceiling, at least fourteen feet up, two fluorescent lights cast a shadowless glow over the entire area.
There were only three pieces of furniture in the room, Dave noted. A low couch, armless and legless, stood just to the left of a slightly soiled king-sized mattress, its rectangular bulk in the exact center of the big room. On the right of the mattress, a padded stool stood on four sturdy legs.
Dave moved farther into the room as the others crowded in behind him. The man they called Professor blocked his effort to approach Shirley.
"You okay, kid?" he asked in a soft growl when her eyes met his. She nodded, one delicate brow arching in betrayal of her inner confusion.
"Certainly, she's okay," Jake grinned. "Take a look at her, sergeant. Isn't she a beautiful creature?"
Dave frowned, but his head gave an involuntary nod. It was true. Her blonde hair slightly disheveled, and her uniform still unadjusted after the frantic struggle, Shirley presented a picture of frightened loveliness. Dave found himself comparing the girl to a sleek tigress, held at bay, yet still dangerous.
"Jabber," Jake said quietly, "go get the equipment. Myrtle, you can help him." He held up a quick hand. "Oh, before you go, perhaps I should introduce everyone."
He pointed as he spoke. "Fats and Jabber, you both know from past experience. This is Myrtle, whom you will both know quite well in a few hours, and this delightful child is Queenie, a female of infinite talent and amazing stamina. Of course, all of you know Sergeant Montrose and Officer Bascomb. But I want you to know them much better."
Jabber gave an obscene giggle, and Fats snorted behind his heavy beard. Dave glared about at the five faces.
"I'm asking you one more time," he said in an ugly tone. "What the hell is all this about? What do you want?"
Jake held up a spread palm. "All in good time, sergeant. Fats, have the sergeant sit down on the stool. So long as he sits quietly, treat him with the utmost courtesy. If he tries to get up," his tone became a frigid blast, "knock his goddamned brains out!"
Shirley gasped, her blue eyes widening. Dave's fists knotted, then slowly unclenched. Before the big man could touch him, he walked to the low stool and sank down upon it, leaning fowrard to rest his forearms on his knees. He saw Jabber and the black-haired girl slip quietly from the room. The man called Professor crossed to the couch and sat down, keeping the gun trained on Dave's broad chest. Shirley stood between Queenie and Fats, her startled eyes leaping from Dave to the man with the gun.
"Now," Jake smiled. "You see how simple it is when you cooperate? If you do exactly as you are told, neither of you will be harmed." He paused and frowned. "Let me modify that promise. You will come to no permanent harm. I must admit that both of you may experience some temporary discomfort"
"Get to the point Professor, or whatever your real name is!" Dave exclaimed. "You seem to be holding all the cards. Deal them out!"
"Very cleverly put, sergeant," Jake nodded approvingly. "I hope you'll still be that inventive tomorrow at this time."
Jabber and Myrtle reappeared in the doorway, both of them carrying cameras. Dave stared with realization dropping his jaw and widening his dark eyes. He started to his feet, but a movement of Fats' big body lowered him back onto the stool. He scanned Shirley's face to see if the girl had guessed what was about to happen. She was looking at the two figures as they set up a tripod and Jabber threaded the camera base onto the platform, but her face showed nothing. Jake's voice brought his head about.
"I don't want you to concern yourselves with the photographic equipment" he was saying. "Frankly, I rather doubt that you'll have time to think about that. You're both going to be extremely busy."
He stood up, motioning to the two girls to take their places behind the cameras, both of them aimed at the big mattress. He walked over to where Shirley stood, arms at her sides, the fingers moving nervously. The blond youth approached from the other side, his eyes bright with excitement Jake halted about two feet from Shirley, planting his hands on his hips and deliberately running his eyes up and down her body. He took in a deep breath.
"We'd like to know what a female pig looks like without that uniform," he said in a flat voice, returning his gaze to Shirley's face. "Take it off!"
Shirley gasped, her mouth opening in surprise. Her eyes were angry. "I will not!" she exclaimed. "You're crazy if you think you can... OOOOHHHHH!"
Jake's hand had darted out like a striking snake, his thumb and curled forefinger trapping the point of her right breast. The blouse and her bra dulled the pressure a little, but he had found her nipple with unerring aim, and the pain was immediate and excruciating.
Dave gained his feet with a strangled curse, but Fats' big hand slammed him down again like an angry child.
"Would you prefer that I twist it off?" Jake demanded. He made her cry out again by twisting the tortured nipple. "Fats would love to have it for a plaything. Wouldn't you, Fats?"
The big man chuckled. "Rip it off, Professor! I like to hear pigs squeal!"
"Ah," Jake murmured, bringing his face closer to Shirley's, watching the pain in her squinting eyes. "But pigs squeal a lot louder when they're stuck. We're going to stick this one."
"You dirty bastards!" Dave roared, his shoulders shaking in helpless rage. "If you hurt her, I'll kill you!"
"Hey, Professor!" Fats laughed coarsely. "Ain't you scared? Sergeant Pig is gonna waste you, man! The big bad man is gonna do you in!"
Jake turned his cold eyes on Dave, his voice flat and deadly. "We'll get to you later, Sergeant Pig. Right now, you're just a spectator. The only thing you can do is applaud."
He brought his gaze back to Shirley. "It would be too bad if we had to rip those clothes off. But we can. Of course, we won't be gentle. I'm being gentle with you now." He increased the pressure on her tit and Shirley choked back a scream of pain.
"Don't!" she panted. "Please! I'll... I'll do it!"
"Shirley!" Dave exclaimed. "For god's sake! Don't do it! They're bluffing. They wouldn't dare do us any real harm."
Jake laughed humorlessly, still holding Shirley's breast. "An interesting concept, Sergeant Pig. Just what constitutes harm? Suppose you convince this female pig that she isn't really being harmed."
Shirley cried out as he gave the nipple a vicious squeeze. "No! My god, no! I'll do it!" She was almost sobbing in her desperation. Jake's trousers showed the beginning of an erection, his cock outlining itself against the neatly creased leg.
The fingers released their hold, and Shirley's palm flashed to the big tit, massaging the aching tip, rolling it with a hard grinding of her hand.
"Look, Professor!" Jabber giggled, his hand cupping his crotch suggestively. "The pig's playing with her titty!"
"Pigs are notoriously crude," Jake murmured. "You'll see for yourself just how dirty they are before we're through." He waved a hand. "Strip, pig!"
Shirley's fingers fumbled with her black tie, loosening the knot and dragging it from her slender neck. Jake plucked it from her grip and handed it to Jabber. "Fold her clothes neatly, Jabber," he told the youth. "Clothes are what make a pig a pig."
Jabber took the tie and extended it, rubbing it over his swelling genitals, their engorgement obvious in the tight trousers. He executed a nimble dance step, grinding and bumping his lean pelvis like a strip-teaser. Fats laughed appreciatively.
Closing her eyes to block out the leering faces, Shirley quickly unbuttoned her blouse, shrugging it off and feeling the youth's hand snatch it from her fingers. She tried to ignore Dave's angry exclamation as she reached back and unsnapped her bra. The big mounds seemed to expand with the release of the flimsy restraint. Biting her lower lip, she let the bra slide down over the thrusting nipples, baring the creamy melons with their shaded aureoles and ripe berry tips.
"Holy shit!" Jabber exclaimed, grabbing the bra and crushing it tightly against his bulging crotch. "Dig the boobs on that fuckin' pig!"
"Damn the jugs!" Fats rumbled. "I want to see that cunt!"
Shirley's shoulders shook with a violent shiver of disgust and mounting apprehension. She opened her eyes to find the boy's face approaching her left breast. Instinctively, she jerked back, finding her retreat blocked by Jake's body, his cock, a frightening length of hardness, jamming harshly against her buttocks.
"Don't fuck around, bitch!" Jake growled, pushing her forward and shoving the sensitive nipple into Jabbers open mouth. "Get the rest of that whore's outfit off!"
A gasp caught in her clenched teeth as the boy's lips tightened and his tongue lashed the quivering tip of the mammary finger. The suction was almost painful.
"Turn her loose, Jabber!" Jake ordered without enthusiasm. "You can suck her tits later!"
Fats jabbed his thumb at his massive groin. "I got something you can suck on, Jabber! It's bigger than her titty!"
"Shove it up your ass!" Jabber grinned, spitting the nipple from his wet lips. As he stepped back, Shirley saw the front of his slacks jerk as his cock strained for release.
Her hands moved without will, drawing the zipper of her skirt down, stalling for unhelpful time by using the toe of each foot to discard the low-heeled shoes. She shot a veiled glance at Dave to find him staring at her exposed breasts with a mixture of emotions in his narrowed dark eyes.
Both of them had accepted the hopelessness of the situation. Dave was no match for the huge Fats, and the other two males seemed quite capable of handling themselves well in a free-for-all. Even the girls appeared dangerous, staring at her with expressions she could not decipher.
Hooking her thumbs in the waist of the dark skirt, Shirley eased it down, forced to wiggle her lush hips to push the garment over the curves. The skirt slid along the statuesque thighs and only the semi-transparent pantyhose remained, hugging her furry crotch as she lifted one knee at a time to step out of the skirt.
"Dig that ass, Professor!" Fats chortled, deliberately turning to see Dave's reaction to the remark. Dave stifled a meaningless protest, unable to keep his own gaze from admiring the heart-shaped derriere.
Shirley's ass was attractive in mere outline. Now, boldly flaunting the high firm cheeks and the deep cleft between the prominent buttocks, it was incredibly lovely. Dave murmured an angry oath as he felt a sharp stab of lust in his balls.
The pantyhose rolled downward, revealing the jungle of golden curls that formed the nexus of her perfectly rounded thighs, and she bent to force the final article of clothing along the tapering legs. Behind her, Jake stiffened his index finger and shoved it forcefully between the pink cheeks of her ass.
Shirley gasped, staggering forward, her pelvis jerking forward obscenely at the sudden assault on her tender anus. The finger had stabbed with unerring accuracy, the tip actually entering the tiny brown circle.
Her ankles trapped by the tangled nylon, she stumbled, and only Jabber's quick grasp kept her from plunging to her knees. The youth dragged her face against his belly and shoved his swollen crotch forward, managing to touch the naked breasts before Shirley could push herself away.
"You animals!" she snarled, her lips tight across her clenched teeth. "Rotten, stinking animals!" She stood with legs spread as far as the nylon would permit, the blonde hair of her cunt parting to disclose the plump furrow of her labial groove.
"You shouldn't have said that!" Jake said in a flat voice. "Hold her arms, Jabber!"
The youth threw himself against her before she had time to react. His arms wrapped tightly about her waist, trapping her arms on either side. His hips jammed hard against her soft pubes, making her feel his rigid cock by grinding it in a harsh circling.
Shirley tried to bring her knee up between his legs. But he kept them pressed together, and her motion only served to spread her own thighs farther apart, permitting the cloth-covered ridge of his engorged prick to fit itself into her cuntal trench.
She screamed as Jake's finger wiggled between her buttocks and pressed its tip against her tight anus. It did not really hurt. The scream was one of shock as she realized his intention. She struggled against Jabber's arms, succeeding only in jamming her pussy mound more tightly against his erection.
Jake chuckled as he forced the digit into the girl's protesting asshole, giving it a little twisting motion that enabled him to slide past the second knuckle. He wiggled it, listening to Shirley's gasp, and feeling the muscles clench and shudder about his insertion.
"How about that?" he said, giving the finger a savage jab that picked Shirley up on her toes. "I've got my fucking finger up a pig's ass!"
"Why don't you ram your cock up there, Professor?" Fats exclaimed, his eyes glinting fiercely. He clamped a big hand on Dave's shoulder and squeezed. Dave choked back a grunt as the fingers dug into the tense muscles.
Jabber was panting with excitement. "Let me fuck her, Professor!" he exclaimed, spraying Shirley's face with flecks of saliva.
Jake gave the finger one last twisting jab and yanked it out, laughing as the sudden retreat made the girl cry out again. "Don't worry, bitch," he promised. "It'll be back in there!"
He took a backward step. "Turn her loose again, Jabber."
"Please, Professor!" the boy groaned, still working his hips against hers. "Let me fuck her! Shit, man! I'm about to come already!"
Dave found his voice, giving his words a force he did not feel. "It looks like your troops don't obey too well, Professor!"
Jake swivelled about, his eyes angry. "Bastard pig!" he hissed. "Get out of that goddamned uniform!" He gestured impatiently. "Strip, you motherfucker! Right down to the skin!"
"Screw you!" Dave growled, making no move to obey.
The angry eyes turned to cold steel. "Shall I have Fats tear it off? He'd love to do that."
Dave looked at the big man's hands, the fingers working restlessly. He shrugged, reaching for his collar. The others watched him as he undressed. The only movement he saw was Jabber's hips, still rolling his cock against Shirley's belly.
As he pushed his shorts down and exposed his flaccid tool, Fats snorted, "Look at that, Professor! Pigs have peckers, just like human beings!" Dave tried to ignore the sarcasm as he sat down on the stool, acutely conscious of his nakedness. Somehow, it made him feel more vulnerable, and he wondered if Shirley was experiencing a similar reaction.
Jake reached out and gave one of Jabber's fingers a savage twist, making the boy cry out and release Shirley with startled abruptness. Jake gripped her arm and turned her about to face Dave, pulling her closer and halting her with her knees almost touching his. Dave's eyes could not avoid the mass of yellow curls at the base of the girl's delicately rounded belly. He could see a little pulse throbbing, high up on her left thigh.
Shirley was seeing Dave Montrose for the first time. Always, in the past, he had been a uniform and a reasonably handsome face. From the neck down, he was just a man, without individual identity. Now, his hairy body hunkered on the stool, she could see the powerful muscles of chest, arms and thighs. But the part that made him an individual was the thick rope of cock-meat that dangled over the goose-pimpled globes of his big balls.
Dave's eyes climbed up past the jutting mounds with their pointing fingers, finding her frightened gaze. He shook his head. "Sorry, kid! Anything we try would just make it worse."
"I'm okay," she murmured, trying to smile, but finding her lips refusing to curve. She felt his eyes drift down to her cunt and she felt a strange burning, deep in her vagina.
"That's enough," Jake muttered, taking her arm again and propelling her toward the mattress. She balked at the very edge until his finger goosed her between the buttocks. Awkwardly, hearing the raucous laughter of the males, Shirley sprawled down upon the mattress, on hands and knees. She twisted about, lowering herself onto her side and curling into the fetal position, locking her arms across her jutting breasts.
"Now, you, Jabber," was the command, "get your clothes off."
The blond youth walked to the mattress, one hand on his crotch. He said, "Do I have to, Professor? Hell! I can ball her without all that trouble."
"Damn you, Jabber! That's twice you've hesitated when I gave you an order." Jake's face was pale and his words spilled out in a rush. "Try it just once more and I'll tear your goddamned balls off!"
Jabber's mouth opened and closed soundlessly. He slipped out of the shirt and kicked off his loafers, unzipping his pants and sliding them down to free the stiff shaft of his cock. It reared up at a sharp angle, the purple knob already wet with his oozing pre-come.
Dave clenched his fists, his jaws working savagely. Beside him, Fats fingered the impossibly large bulge in his slacks and made a rumbling sound deep in his throat. From across the room, Dave heard the soft hum of the movie camera as Jabber stepped onto the mattress, straddling Shirley's legs.
"Okay, kid," Jake said, relaxing a little as he noted the boy's readiness. "Go on and get your nuts off any way you want to. She's all yours."
Jabber reached down and caught Shirley by the ankles, blocking the kick she aimed for his groin and twisting until she gave a sharp gasp and stopped struggling. His long hair falling across his face, the boy turned the girl onto her back and began spreading her long legs apart "Come on, piggie!" he giggled, peering down through the space between her sleek thighs at the silky curls of her cunt "Let me see that pussy!"
Shirley strained, the muscles of her thighs cording with effort as Jabber forced her lovely legs into a wide-angled V, her cuntal lips parting to reveal the pink vaginal mouth and the hooded clitoris crowning the oval orifice.
"Ain't you gonna beg?" Jabber demanded, angling the legs even wider, watching the moist inner lips move as the labia was pulled wider. "Ain't you gonna beg me not to stick this prick in your snatch?"
Shirley glared up at his leering face, tightening her lips and moving her jaw rhythmically. Her arms, extended slightly on either side of her hips, stiffened, and she gripped the mattress with clutching fingers. Her magnificent breasts rode up and down with her quick breaths.
Jabber began working his fingers along her legs, from the ankles to the exquisitely turned calves to the back of the lightly dimpled knees. Then, with a quickness that surprised the girl, he slipped his arms around her legs, pulling them with his hooked elbows as he dropped down onto her helpless pubes, his cock jamming into her splayed cunt and slipping out to ram its engorged knob upward through the thick curls. He made her feel his weight, holding her legs drawn up until the knees pressed her tits together beneath his chest. He grinned into her angry face.
"Shit, now!" he grunted, raising his hips for another try. "I missed the hole!"
He found the hot lips of her inner labia, and forced the head of his prick inside. His buttocks tensed and he buried his pole in the tight channel with one savage thrust.
As his cock drilled into her belly, Shirley shaped her tongue about the saliva she had gathered with that slow movement of her jaw. She deliberately waited until she felt his balls jam against her tightly stretched perineum, and his mouth gaped in the pleasure of his complete envelopment. With his face hovering only inches above hers, and his prick throbbing inside her belly, she pursed her lips and spat full in his grinning eyes.
"Son of a bitch!" the lad yelped, his body jerking with surprise and indignation. The sudden movement gyrated his cock in the snug fit of her pussy, frictioning the sensitive lips and the tender walls of her vagina. Both Jake and Fats laughed uproariously as Jabber used Shirley's calf in an effort to wipe the saliva from his face. Dave found himself shouting a silent approval of the girl's courage. But his eyes were riveted on the junction of the two bodies, where the boy's prick was buried from sight in Shirley's lovely body.
"Don't let a little spit slow you down, Jabber!" Fats called. "Pour the dick to her! Make her squeal, man!"
The boy's angry voice was audible to all of them as he stared down at Shirley's glaring eyes. "I don't like no cunt spittin' in my face! I'm gonna make you sorry for that, you prick-teasing bitch! I'm gonna make you real sorry!"
His hips began moving, slowly at first, drawing his cock out to the tight labial ring and ramming it back into the hot embrace of her pussy. But he had worked himself into such a state of lust before mounting her that he could not maintain the measured pace. He speeded up, fucking her with hard slams of his pelvis, plunging into her with vicious thrusts.
Trying to keep her voice even, for his thrusts were knocking the breath from her lungs, Shirley mocked his talent in a near whisper, intending the words only for his ears.
"Is that the best you can do, little boy? That's not a cock! That's a peter! You couldn't satisfy a twelve-year-old girl with that thing!"
His features contorted, and he pounded harder and faster, ramming his cock into her with punishing strokes that jarred her whole body. But Shirley forced a grin to her lips.
"You know what I think, little boy? I think you're a queer! You don't know how to make it with a real woman!"
"Goddamn you!" the youth howled, his hips hammering madly. "Nobody talks to me like that!"
Shirley felt his prick throb and swell, and she braced herself against the spurting semen. Then she gasped with surprise as he suddenly yanked his cock from her pussy and dragged himself upward, still holding her legs, his balls pressing between her tits and his jerking shaft aimed at her staring face.
The white cream shot out from the tiny slit, splattering over her mouth and chin. She clamped her lips together, but not before a glob of his thick sperm had splashed onto her tongue. Her eyes closed, and she lay quietly, tasting the musky seminal fluid and feeling its warm sticky wetness bathe her face.
Dave stared with slitted eyes, his lips snarling in helpless anger. "That dirty motherfucker!"
"Calm yourself, sergeant," Jake remonstrated. "She isn't hurt. But I can hardly wait to see the pictures of that little scene. A lady pig being slopped!" He laughed softly.
Jabber was still crouched astride Shirley's breasts, milking the last drops of come from his swollen cock and rubbing them onto her chin. The girl's eyes were still closed, and she had tilted her head back as far as possible in an effort to escape the sticky flood. Traces of the white cream marred the delicate arch of her throat. One of the thick spurts had spread across her compressed lips, trickling into the tightly clamped crease as if determined to invade her sealed mouth.
"I ought to piss right in your fucking face!" he growled, fingers squeezing and sliding from base to tip of his prong. His naked body shuddered as one last spasm ripped through his balls, and another small trickle of semen emerged from the slitted glans. He smeared it into the dainty dimple beneath her lips. Then, before he crawled off, he used his cock like a whip, slapping it against her ripe nipples and leaving them wet with the residue of his misplaced orgasm.
Jake walked over and stood staring down at the girl's body. Her legs were still widespread on the mattress, her pussy lips slightly parted from Jabber's short-lived intrusion of the pink slit. Jake beckoned with a crooked finger, keeping his narrowed eyes fixed on Shirley's cunt.
"Myrtle!" he called, waiting until the black-haired girl hurried over before continuing. "Take your clothes off and work on her for a while. Clean her up a little."
Myrtle's tongue flickered across her full lips like that of an inquisitive snake. "Is there anything I shouldn't do?" she murmured.
"Just remember what I said in the beginning," Jake answered. "No permanent harm. Aside from that, you can do whatever you wish."
The girl tugged her dress up and over her head, shaking her black hair and licking her red lips as she approached the almost motionless Shirley.