Chapter 10
Veronica gripped the knob of the stick gear shift as if it were the smooth head of a cock and smiled. That Tony is a slick son of a bitch. Maybe he's right. Maybe we are two of a kind.
While she had still lain panting on the cot in the center of the stage, Tony had jumped up suddenly and had run backstage. He had returned quickly, a broad grin on his face, holding a cigarette aloft, "Now, ladies, act two," he had shouted.
Then he had sat on the edge of the cot and had whispered, "Spread your legs."
Veronica had spread her legs, curious to know what Tony had had in mind.
He had pushed the cigarette into her wet cunt. Then he had withdrawn it and had held it up for the audience to see. There had been a puzzled murmur from the crowd and Veronica had said, "You silly bastard, am I supposed to have felt that?"
"Shut up and hoist your legs into the air," he had replied. "You'll get a kick out of it I know because we're two of a land, you and me."
As she had held her legs into the air by grabbing onto the backs of her thighs with both hands, Tony had tried to push the cigarette up her ass. The cigarette had become damp from being in her cunt and it started to break apart. Then Tony had pulled out the cigarette and walked towards the center of the stage. Still naked, his limp brown cock glistened in the light as it hung down from the nest of silky black hair. Tony had raised the cigarette with one hand and had dramatically pointed at it with the other hand.
"Whichever one of the waiters will smoke this cigarette gets to fuck this hot society lady up here in front of all her society friends," he had announced.
There had been a few gasps from the audience and Veronica had suppressed an urge to laugh out loud. By identifying them with her, Tony had decided to jolt them out of their sense of security in the dark booths. Veronica had wondered if he, too, had ever considered the possibility of turning on the lights.
A tall, young Latin-looking man with a build like a stallion had jumped up onto the stage. He had taken the cigarette out of Tony's hand and had shouted for someone from backstage to toss him a light. Then he had walked towards Veronica, his half-erected prick in front of her face. He had sneered at her. "I've wanted this for a long time."
Tony had backed off the stage with a satisfied smile on his face. If he had planned to vicariously humiliate all the women in the audience, he had also planned to humiliate Veronica.
The young stud had taken a few puffs on the soggy cigarette and had tossed it aside. He had crawled onto the cot. Veronica had understood the look on his face. He had been made to feel like a male whore and it had wounded his vanity even though he had been nothing more than a cheap stud for hire. She had slipped out from under him and had walked towards the center of the stage. Naked before women she had known recognized her only too well, she put her hands on her hips and had said, "Sure, but there's only one condition."
She had turned to look at Tony. He had been standing off-stage, had been looking at her curiously.
"The condition," she continued, "that before this gorgeous piece of virile manhood fucks me, he has to fuck that son of a bitch in the ass!"
There had been a spontaneous roar of approval frees the audience. The young stud had grinned, flashing white teeth. "That's even better," he had said.
Tony had turned to run, realizing that Ms male whores would be only too glad of the opportunity to knock him down a few pegs. But two of the husky male performers had grabbed him.
The two men had dragged Tony onto the stage and had stretched him out on the cot. The two men had held him down while the young stud, his cock fully bard and hinging forward eagerly, had got onto his knees between Tony's outspread legs. Veronica had stood on the cot, straddling Tony and facing the young stud. The young stud shoved Tony's feet into her hands and she had pulled them backwards, forcing the smooth cheeks of his brown ass to rise up. Veronica had shuddered when she had realized that the stud wasn't even going to spit on his dick first He was going to ram that thick tool up Tony's ass with no thought at all for his victim's comfort.
Veronica had looked over her shoulder down at Tony. Held firmly by the two muscular men, his head jerked back and forth as he tried to kick his legs free of her grasp.
"Tony," she had said, "it doesn't hurt so much if you relax."
Just as she had turned away from him, the stud rammed into Tony with all his force. Tony had screamed out in pain, and she had felt the force of the thrust as it had rippled up Tony's legs and passed into her own hands.
The stud had forgotten the promised fuck from Veronica. He pumped furiously, his tight stomach coated in sweat. Then he had pulled his gigantic and throbbing tool from the tight brown ass-hole, and Veronica had felt startled to see blood on the thick shaft. She had jumped aside, the stud had straightened up and had shot his load in great globs, which struck Tony's chest and face. The two men who had been holding Tony released their grip. Tony had been too weak to move. He had panted and gasped, unable to catch his breath.
Veronica had leaned forward and lapped some of the hot liquid from his chest. Then she had walked towards the center of the stage, her fists clenched over her head like a fighter. There had been a wild burst of applause and cheering.
Veronica had turned towards Tony. He had finally succeeded in catching his breath, but he had still been too weak to sit up. Lying there, he had shouted weakly, "That bastard is fired."
Veronica had laughed and walked off the stage.
Her chest still heaved with the sensation of triumph as she drove towards Hillsborough, her hand caressing the knob on the gear shift It was already getting dark. She saw a track stop up ahead and an old car pulled up in front of the diner. She swung off the freeway and pulled up alongside the car.
Two policemen were sitting at a small table inside the diner. One of them, the one with close cropped black hair was leaning back against the wall, his left leg lifted and sprawled over the seat beside him. His partner, with curly brown hair and a soft looking mustache, was sitting across from his, his legs spread wide apart The one with brown hair looked like a big man to Veronica. They'll do very nicely. She checked her appearance in the rear view mirror and, getting out of the car, she strolled into the diner in her best society manner.
"Oh, officers," she said as she strode towards them. As she moved, she was very aware of the manner in which the expensive little dress suggested the mounds of her breasts without dinging to them. She was aware, too, of the way the fabric clung to the front of her thighs as her legs moved forward. "Officers, I am so glad to see you!"
The one with the close cut black hair quickly removed his leg from where it had been casually sprawled across the seat beside him. They both moved to stand up.
She waved then motion down and said, "Please, don't get up." She stood in front of them and smiled her prettiest smile. Oh, yes! They'll do very nicely indeed. Fuck me! Fuck me! Out loud she said, "May I sit down?"
"Please. Please do."
She glanced at the one with black hair as she sat beside him. He was small and tight with shiny black eyes that had a cold gleam to them. He smiled, an insincere smile, revealing perfectly white teeth. "I'm Veronica Wainwright," she said.
"I'm Harry Carson," he said. "This is Stevie Thorn."
She glanced at the other officer. "Hello, Stevie."
"Ma'am," he said and nodded, quickly glancing up at his partner, then lowering his eyes towards his coffee cup.
Veronica decided mat Harry, the small tight one, ran the show. Stevie was a great, hulking man with massive hands and chest Veronica felt a thrill as she wondered if he were massive elsewhere. He had very thick, very curly brown hair with a great drooping mustache.
Veronica ran her eyes over his stooped shoulders and said, "With that hair you look like Shirley Moppett, the child actress."
Stevie's head shot up, and his face had paled. He shot a nervous glance at Harry and glared at Veronica.
"Oh, don't misunderstand," she said quickly and leaned forward. "It's the first time I ever thought of little Shirley being sexy."
Stevie's face lit up with a broad, happy grin. He flushed with pleasure, his skin a deep red, and turned towards Harry.
Veronica smiled and settled back into her chair. She let her purse slip onto the floor and bent quickly to retrieve it. She looked over between Stevie's outspread legs. Her remarks had had the intended result He must have been wearing boxer shorts because she saw the stiff bulge protruding along the inside of his right thigh. Satisfied that he really was built big all over and that she knew how to approach him, she began to lift her head back, dancing up, she stared past Harry's crotch and saw him smiling down at her. She knew he had understood her perfectly.
"Now, what can we do for you?" Harry asked when she had straightened up in the seat. He leaned back against the wall and slid forward in his seat. She resisted the temptation to look at his crotch to see if she could detect a growing erection beneath the blue uniform. But his partner was the shy type and she didn't want to scare him off. She wanted both of them. Together. She had a feeling that Harry wanted it, too.
"Well, I expected to get home before dark. My husband and all the staff are away. The house is empty and unlocked. Now that it's dark I'm afraid to go inside alone. With that rapist loose and all." As she concluded, she looked wide-eyed at Stevie.
"Well, Ma'am, where do you live?" he asked.
"In Hillsborough," she answered.
"Well, that's not our district," Harry said. "And we're off duty now."
She looked at him out of the comer of her eye. His mouth was covered by his hand. He was smiling, and she knew he was playing games with her.
"Hey, Harry," Stevie said. "Harry, that's not right now." Then turning to Veronica, he said, "We'll see you home, Ma'am."
"Thank you," she said and immediately stood up.
The quickness of her movement was calculated to throw Stevie off guard. His sense of propriety was too strong to allow him to remain seated while Veronica stood. He stood up, leaning forward at the waist as if to cover the thickened shaft pushing down and out along his leg. He blushed and grabbed for his hat. As Veronica turned to Harry, she saw his eyes riveted to the enormous lump in his partner's pants. Veronica turned away and the men followed her out. Harry was behind her, his thumbs hooked into his gun belt. Stevie, his hat held In front of his crotch, limped along behind them, his face beet red.
"It'll be easier if I ride with one of you and the other follows in my car," she said and tossed the keys toward Stevie. In order to catch the keys, he had to let go of his hat. Veronica's breath caught. The lump in Stevie's pants moved halfway down his leg. Then she smiled at Harry who was leaning against the car, his hands hooked into his gun belt, smiling at Stevie. Then Veronica got into the passenger side of the old car and watched Stevie scramble for his hat and lower himself into her sports car. For a moment she panicked that he might pull off the road somewhere and beat off. Then she remembered he had to follow Harry and her.
Harry got into the car beside her. "Where to?" he asked. She gave Mm the directions quickly and simply then settled back in the seat.
When they got back onto the freeway, Hairy reached down and unsnapped the buckle of his gun belt. He pulled it free and tossed ft onto the back seat. "I need a little more room there," he said and slouched down into the seat.
"How much room?" she asked, trying to detect a lump in the darkened car.
"Enough," he said. He turned and looked at her, his black eyes glinting with the sudden glare from a passing car. "How'd you like to eat me as we drive?"
Veronica felt herself getting excited, but she said nothing. She tried to look away, but the sound of his fly unzipping drew her attention back to his crotch. He had unzipped his pants and had slipped his right hand inside them while he controlled the car with his left hand. "Well?" he said. He withdrew his hand. The fly was parted, revealing the white underwear which covered the object of her desire. She squirmed in the seat and reached towards the opened fly.
"You do like to suck cock, don't you?" he whispered.
"Let's find out if you've got one first," she snapped.
She put her right hand into the opened fly and squeezed the erected member. "Pull it out of the fly," she said.
Harry reached inside and worked Ms prick out through the fly of the underwear. The hard shaft was bent nearly double as he pulled it into the open. He flinched, nearly losing control of the car. Then the cock stiffened and stood upright below the lower rim of the steering wheel.
Veronica half laid across the seat and moved her head into the space between his stomach and the steering wheel. He was not big, about six inches long, but he had a thick foreskin which made his prick feel particularly fleshy in her hand. She bent forward.
"That's it," he whispered as her tongue licked at the tiny slit in the head of his prick. She slipped her tongue underneath the thick foreskin and ran it around the surface of the head. He groaned at the sensation and put his right hand onto the back of her head.
"The whole thing," he muttered and pushed her down upon his rod. Her lips tightened as her mouth was slammed into the zipper of his pants, and the lower rim of the steering wheel was pressed tightly against the side of her head. He jerked upwards and his foot hit the gas pedal. As he struggled to regain control of the car, her head was struck by the turning wheel. She moaned and pressed forward, pushed the zipper aside and took as much of the straining cock into her mouth as she could. She was aware of horns blaring and sudden flashes of light as cars passed them, but she was too involved to care about anything except the sensation of the fleshy piece of meat crammed into her mouth. She tried to work her head up and down to stimulate the organ, but the steering wheel kept her head lowered upon the organ. He began rocking back and forth.
"We're making the turn-off," he said suddenly.
She slowly withdrew her head and straightened up in the seat. His prick, wet with her saliva, jerked freely below the steering wheel. "Put it back for me," he said.
Veronica leaned forward and put her hand around the member. She began to massage it, but he pushed her hand away. "I don't want to come yet," he said.
He finished stuffing the prick into his pants as they pulled up the long driveway which led to the Wainwright home. She-remembered that Stevie had been following them and she wondered how much he had seen or guessed from the jerking car or the shadows within the vehicle. She realized that the back and side windows were covered with steam.
The three of them walked into the house through the kitchen. Seeing her crumpled peignoir crumpled up on the table where she had left it after the hot morning session with Tom and Dick, she said, "Oh, I never did dean up after breakfast!"
Harry sniggered but Stevie said nothing.
"Stevie, you check that way," Harry said with a wave towards the living room. "Well check in here."
"Sure," Stevie said and walked away.
Harry and Veronica went into the bedroom.
When Stevie went into the bedroom to tell them the front of the house was in order, his mouth fell open with surprise. Veronica and Harry were both naked. Veronica was lying on her back on the bed, propped up on one elbow, sucking Harry's cock. Harry stood beside the bed, his legs spread apart, and with one hand behind Veronica's head he was moving her head back and forth over his prick.
Veronica saw Stevie and knew that his first impulse was to look away, but then his eyes sought Harry's for reassurance or for a clue as to what he should do.
"Harry?" he said.
"Come on, Stevie," Harry said in a low voice. "It's not every day you get to fuck a broad like this one." He motioned with one hand for Stevie to get undressed.
Veronica watched as the massive man began to strip, her head still being pushed forward and back over Harry's dick. Stevie quickly undid his gun belt and then took off his shirt He wore no undershirt, and she noted with pleasure that he had a broad chest covered in the area between the nipples with soft brown hair. As he undressed, he continued to watch Harry as he slowly moved Veronica over his prick. He flushed when Harry stopped moving her head, but holding it securely began instead to move his own body inland out of her mouth. She moaned with pleasure and reached behind him with her free hand to rub the cheeks of his ass. He was grinning down at her, his hard black eyes and white teeth flashing.
Stevie sat down to remove his boots and socks. When he stood up to remove his pants, he turned away but Veronica began to protest in her throat. Harry said, "The lady wants to watch, Stevie."
Stevie flushed and turned towards them with determination. With one quick movement he unzipped his fly and pushed the pants down. He was wearing boxer shorts and the thick head protruded out from below them. Then he pulled off the shorts and the enormous cock rose up with such a force that it slapped up a load sound. Veronica groaned at the sight and Harry began pumping into her throat with renewed passion. Stevie was as long as the hairy truck driver and as thick as the utility company man.
As Stevie walked towards them, Harry pulled his dick from Veronica's mouth and stepped back. "Christ, you're hung like a fucking bull," he whispered.
Stevie shrugged with embarrassment and put his hand around the throbbing member. His face grimaced as if he was in pain.
"Fuck her, Stevie," Harry said. "Let me watch you fuck her."
Stevie grinned. "You bet," he answered in a hoarse voice. "You bet you're ass I'll fuck her."
Veronica stretched out on the bed to receive the enormous member. Her nipples had already stiffened with anticipation. When Stevie was on his knees in front of her, she gasped at his size. She braced herself because she sensed that he was a man who knew none of the refined pleasures of sex, and she wished there were time enough to teach him the full range of pleasures to be had with a willing woman. Stevie grunted and threw her right leg over his shoulder. He positioned the huge knob for entry into her eager cunt. He took a deep breath and lunged forward just as Harry shouted, "Fuck her good, Stevie!"
Veronica had been right. The huge man, goaded on by his partner, did not know how to savor fully the moment of penetration. With a snort, he slammed the huge tool into her with one stroke. She arched her back and bit her lower Hp with her teeth as their bodies crashed together. The force of his body crashing into hers pushed Veronica forward and to the side. Her head hung over the edge of the bed. She lay without moving, adjusting her body to the presence of the prick. Stevie moaned loudly and began sliding his rock-hard cock out of her tunnel. Suddenly relishing the feel of his tool, she moaned and worked the muscles of her tunnel in a sucking motion to keep him inside her. She gasped as he slammed forward again, the great member plunging recklessly up the rippling walls of her vagina.
From her upside down position as her head hung limply over the edge of the bed, she saw Harry standing close to her. His right hand was wrapped around his prick and his left hand was cupping his balls. As he slowly massaged his prick he was watching Stevie withdraw and plunge his cock into her tunnel. She reached out a hand and caressed Harry's leg.
Seeing her head thrown back and her mouth opened, Harry stepped forward. He stood beside the bed, her head hanging between his spread legs. He was facing away from her towards the grunting and panting Stevie. He leaned forward, braced himself by placing his hands on either side of her body and lowered himself. His balls brushed against her nostrils as he swung back and then shoved his cock into her mouth. In her position, the passage to Veronica's throat was not blocked and he slid quickly down her throat. He remained without moving for a moment and she began to gag as his balls, resting across her nostrils, cut off the air.
Then Harry began to pump into her mouth, withdrawing slowly each time Stevie thrust into her other tunnel and sliding forward each time Stevie withdrew his pulsating prick. When he drew back, Veronica watched the fleshy shaft slide above her eyes then push forward again until Ms balls had passed over her eyes and she was staring up at his puckered pink bud. She moaned with the pleasures of touch and sight.
Then Veronica realized they were directly opposite the vanity with its large mirror. She widened her eyes and thrilled to the sight confronting her. Her own head, upside down, stared up from between the trembling legs of Harry. Above the inverted eyes, she saw the brown sac of his balls as he moved in and out of her mouth. The motion of his ass excited her. Something wet ran down her neck and disappeared into the hair behind her ear. She didn't know or care if it was her own or Harry's sweat or her own saliva dripping from Harry's cock.
Veronica felt a hot mouth suck at her tits. Feeling the softness of hair around the working mouth, Veronica knew that it was Stevie. She trembled with pleasure.
She reached behind and took Harry's balls into her hands. She squeezed them roughly., and he groaned with pleasure. Then she slid her hands further back, watching as the pink bud of his ass-hole swung into her view again. Then she placed a finger against the bud and pushed forward. Harry grunted and began rotating his hips. Then he backed up while she forced her finger not to move. His ass-hole sacked up the finger, and he groaned.
Stevie's tongue had moved even higher along her body, and she knew he must be only inches away from her throat. The tongue slithered along her throat and rose up along her chin. Then it ran around her lips which were stretched around Harry's priming cock. Harry withdrew his prick from Veronica's mouth. He was panting and groaning with intense excitement.
Veronica lifted-her head and strained forward to look at Stevie. His boyish face was bathed in sweat, his shoulders continued to knot up and relax as he thrust in and out of her molten passage in a steady rhythm. He was looking up at Harry's cock which dripped onto her throat.
"Harry," he groaned with a mixture of passion and confusion.
Harry laughed softly and stepped forward, moving his prick closer to Stevie, his balls hanging directly above Veronica's face. She saw Stevie lean forward and take Harry's prick in his hand. Then the mustachioed mouth closed about the fleshy member like a tight, hot pussy. She put her hands up on Harry's hips and clung to them tightly. His body lowered, and his sac of balls which had been beyond her reach now settled up against her hot lips. She took his balls into her mouth and sucked at them. Then she dosed her teeth softly about them.
Harry began to pump into Stevie's mouth and his balls, clamped tightly inside Veronica's hungry mouth, stretched with each backwards thrust. He groaned and cried out as her teeth tore into his flesh, but he did nothing to stop her. Stevie began pumping into her with an increased tempos slamming her more and more off the bed. She clung to Harry's hips and balk desperately.
"Suck it, Stevie. Suck it" Harry's hips began to rock, straining against the weight of Veronica as she was pushed further off the bed.
"I'm coming!" Harry cried out suddenly and jerked forward, burying as much of his cock as possible into Stevie's mouth as he exploded with passion. Veronica let Harry's balls slip out of her mouth. Harry's come was running out of Stevie's mouth onto her chin. She arched her tongue to lap up as much of it as possible.
Then Stevie groaned like an enraged bull and slammed into her with a final forward thrust Her own spasms began at the same-time. Her legs wrapped tightly around Stevie as the two of them jerked and writhed together. Harry stepped aside and collapsed onto the bed. Veronica had a fleeting glimpse of their entangled bodies in the vanity mirror before she and Stevie, glued together in their convulsions, fell into a seething heap upon the floor.
She was still dazed when Harry and Stevie, both still panting like wild animals after a chase, slowly began to sort through the pile of clothes on the floor and get dressed. She watched them, struggling to regain her breath. They did not look at each other, and she realized that they would probably never mention certain aspects of their lust, would probably try to shut out of their minds their homosexual lust for each other. She drew herself up and sat on the edge of the bed.
Stevie had finished dressing and stood sheepishly in front of her, Ms hat in his hand. Behind him Harry was snapping on his gun belt.
"That sure was a great fuck," Stevie said.
Veronica decided she wouldn't let them get away with it "I'm glad I could do something to help you two get together."
Stevie stepped forward as if to hit her. Then he turned and walked out of the room. Harry turned to follow him. At the door he faced her and said, "Piss on you."
"Oh? You like that, too, huh?" Then she threw her head back and rocked with laughter.