Chapter 5
Harry searched the small apartment quickly, humming a tuneless song to himself as he pulled drawers and cabinets open, rifling through the contents and dumping most of them onto the littered floor. Occasionally he stuffed something that had taken his imagine into a large shopping bag that he had found in the kitchen. It was almost completely filled now with intimate articles of Sarah's clothing panties, bras, and a skimpy bikini he had found in the back of a closet. A small but expensive portable radio, and a few pieces of jewelry were also in the bag.
Every few minutes he went back into the bedroom where Sarah and Barbi were stretched on the bed, their hands and feet tightly bound and their mouths taped shut. He wanted to take no chances of them working their way loose before he could make his escape. He ignored their pleading eyes as he checked the ropes and lewdly thrust his fingers deep up between Barbi's tightly clenched thighs, causing her to struggle and a muffled gasp of pain to escape her throat.
"What's the matter, baby?" he asked, grinning obscenely. "A few minutes ago you were begging me to fuck you! How'd you like it if I untied your legs and rammed your sweet little cunt right now?"
Barbi shook her head violently, all of the previous insane desire now completely gone. She prayed silently that the brutal youth would soon leave so that they could get help.
Harry wriggled his finger in her moist cunt for a few seconds and then pulled it out and thrust the curled digit into his mouth, sucking away the musky feminine juices that clung to it and smacking his lips erotically.
"Hey, cunt, maybe I should stick my tongue up between those gorgeous legs and suck your pussy, huh?" he asked the frantic girl. The look of wide-eyed terror on her face as she shook her head again filled him with happiness. "No? Well, maybe you'll change your mind before I leave."
He shrugged and went back into the front room and resumed his search of the small apartment. Suddenly his eyes lighted on an expensive polaroid camera that he had missed before. He picked it up and started to put it in his bag when an exciting idea occurred to him. He could have pictures of the two lovely young girls to paste up on his wall along with the rest of his erotic collection of magazine cut-outs! He quickly checked to make sure that there was film in the camera and smiled when he found that only one shot had been used. His brain reeling with lust-charged thoughts of posing the two helpless girls, he sat the shopping bag down on the floor and went toward the bedroom, a look of wild anticipation on his face.
Harry drove down Hollywood Boulevard with one hand, the other lewdly massaging the lump of half-hardened cock-flesh at his groin. In his mind he could still see the look of horror on the faces of Sarah and Barbi when he had forced them to pose for him with their cunts spread wide open to reveal the coral pinkness of the lush velvety inner flesh. Best of all had been his idea of having Sarah take the picture of Barbi sucking his cock. His massive prick still tingled from the way he had forced it between her full red lips while shouting out instructions to the trembling Sarah. Afterwards he had tied them up again and pulled out the telephone cord and hidden all the knives and scissors in the apartment. By God, they won't get loose, he told himself. As he drove down the crowded street he wished he could devour the obscene photographs while he drove, but the thought of laying in his own warm bed with the color photos spread out before him while he masturbated made him almost drool, and he tried to concentrate on getting home as quickly as possible. He knew it was almost two o'clock a time when the Hollywood Police were out in force to hassle the people going home from the hundreds of bars that were emptying and he drove carefully.
He turned off the boulevard onto the quiet, tree-lined street where his own dingy room in the large apartment building was, still kneading and massaging his rapidly swelling cock. The parking lot was full but there were no people around as he pulled in and parked in his allotted space. He took the shopping bag from the back seat, stuffed his plastic bag into it, and patted the jacket pocket that held the lewd photographs of Sarah and Barbi with smug satisfaction. Then, he locked the car and went quietly toward the back door to the building. He slipped inside and went swiftly toward the stairs leading to his basement room. The building was still and quiet although he could hear the muted sounds of a stereo playing somewhere toward the front of the building.
He was breathing heavily as he went down the stairway and fumbled for his room key. Then, just as he was about to insert the key into the lock he was startled to see the door pulling open and the face of Charlie Forman staring at him. His employer looked angry and he spat out a question at the trembling youth.
"Where the fuck you been?" the man said, unable to keep the rage out of his voice. "You're supposed to be on duty at night too, you damned creep! I had a busted water pipe in 608 and I had to fix the fucking thing myself!"
"W-w-what are you doing in my room?" Harry asked, looking past Charlie to the bed where his collection of magazines were strewn about. "You got no right to come in here ... no right! And you been looking at my magazines!"
He pushed past the heavy-set man and began to scoop up the pornographic magazines, shoving them into the open drawer of the cabinet by the bed. He was angry angrier than he had ever been in his life. Not only was Charlie Forman scolding him like some errant child he had been going through Harry's private things!
"You get out of here!" Harry screamed, setting down the shopping bag as he looked around the room to see if anything else had been disturbed. "Fuck you, you fat slob! I ain't gonna stay here no longer! You get yourself somebody else to boss around ... I'm leaving tomorrow!"
But Charlie didn't seem to be listening to him. Instead, the middle-aged man was eyeing the shopping bag curiously, a half-smile now on his fat lips.
"What have you got in the bag, Harry?" the man said in a toneless voice, taking a step toward where the bag lay on the floor. "You been doing a little late-night shopping? Maybe ripping off some of the apartments in the neighbor, huh?"
He reached down with lightning speed to grasp the bag and Harry was on him like a shot, beating Charlie with his fists as he tried to pull the bag away from the man's eager hands. They fell onto the bed from the force of Harry's attack, Charlie's heavy body coming down atop the struggling youth, each of them with a hand on the thick paper bag. Suddenly there was a ripping sound and the bag tore apart. Sarah's flimsy panties and bras tumbled onto the bed and Charlie's eyes lit up as he saw them.
"You fucking creep!" he cried out, picking up a lacy pair of bikini panties and holding them up triumphantly. "Now I get it, you been stealing stuff out of the buildings around here, right? You little pervert! I oughta call the fucking police right now!"
Frantic with fear, Harry pushed the heavy weight off him and stood up, looking around the debris-filled room for a weapon any weapon. He couldn't let Charlie call the police! What if they found the photographs of Sarah and Barbi. Instinctively he patted the jacket pocket where the photos lay.
Charlie was sitting up on the bed and when he saw the sudden movement he jumped up and threw his arm around the slender youth's chest, trapping Harry's arms to his sides. The youth struggled furiously to break the grip but he couldn't.
"What you got in your pocket, creep?" the older man asked, panting from his exertions. His free hand was digging into the leather jacket.
"NOTHING!" Harry shouted, kicking violently at Charlie's legs. "Leave me alone ... damn it, leave me alone! Stop it ... don't touch those ... SHIT!"
Charlie suddenly thrust the writhing youth away from him as he held up the stack of color photographs, whistling through his teeth as he saw the obscene images leap out at him.
"Holy Christ!" he exploded, licking his lips. He fumbled through the photographs quickly, keeping one anxious eye on the sprawled youth who lay on the floor. He stopped at the one of Harry with his cock in a lovely dark-haired girl's mouth. "Hey, Harry, where in the fuck did you ever get the money to pay a gorgeous cunt like this to suck your cock?"
"I didn't pay her!" Harry replied heatedly, getting up from the floor and preparing to rush his employer. He was enraged now ... his heart pounding wildly in his chest. This was the final indignity to have to listen to the fat middle-aged man taunting him! "You thing you're the only guy in the world who can get a broad? Shit! I had two of them tonight! And those are the pictures to prove it! I fucked them both in the ass-hole and both of 'em sucked my cock, what do you think of that!"
Just as he regained his balance, Charlie kicked out at him and sent him sprawling again. "Stay down there until I get finished looking at these pictures, you creep!" he spat down at the youth. "Man, oh man! I ain't seen nothing like these two cunts in a long time!" He paused and looked down at Harry with a new interest in his pig-like eyes. "Come on, Harry, you can tell me. We're old friends, right? Where in the hell did you find these two broads and how in the fuck did you get them to suck your cock?"
Where there had been skepticism before, there was now a note of frank admiration in his voice. There didn't seem to be much question that the dark-haired young girl was willingly sucking on Harry's cock, Charlie thought, feeling his cock harden and start to swell from the sight of the lewd pictures.
"Fuck you," Harry whined. "I don't have to tell you nothing! You been lying to me about the broads in the building all these months and I bet you ain't had a piece of pussy for years!" Harry was getting insanely excited now and all of the words he had wanted to tell his employer were suddenly spewing out. "I ain't like you! I don't have to pay for my cunt! I just take what I want ... whenever I want it! You think I'm lying about those two? Well, I ain't! I fucked 'em both, just like I told you ... I fucked 'em both in the ass and they both sucked my cock!" Harry was almost hysterical and the words poured out as he stared heatedly up at Charlie Forman, reveling in the look of surprise on the man's face. "I can go back for more anytime I want, too! I got their apartment key right here, see!" He paused and fumbled for the key ring he had taken before leaving Sarah's apartment. He thrust it up and shook it until the keys were dancing about in the dim light.
"I sure misjudged you, Harry," Charlie said finally, taking another look at a photograph of Sarah Watkins lying on the floor of her apartment, her long lovely legs spread wide and every detail of her erotic cuntal slit visible to his eager eyes. "Yeh, kid, I sure misjudged you. How come you never told me you were such a lover before? Shit, we could have had some real wild orgies with a couple of cunts like these. One guy sure can't satisfy a couple of snapping pussies like these."
Harry was on his feet now and he snatched the photographs from Charlie's hands, staring at the top one for a moment before putting them back into his pocket. '
"Get out of here, Charlie," he said menacingly. "Get the fuck out of my room!"
"Wait a minute, kid," Charlie pleaded. "Let's have a little talk first, okay?" He sat down on the bed and stared up at the angry youth. "What I mean is, there ain't no reason we can't be friends, is there? I could do you a lot of good around here ... you know, like giving you time off with pay and things. And I might have lied to you a little bit about all of the pussy I was getting from the tenants, but part of it was true. I can fuck the broad in 216 whenever she gets a little behind in her rent!"
"That old drunk!" Harry sneered. "She must be forty if she's a day! And I'll bet she's got a cunt you could drive a truck into!"
Charlie seemed not to hear.
"What does it feel like to shove your prick up somebody's ass, kid?" he asked in a strained voice, licking the perspiration off his upper lip and thinking about Harry's previous revelation that he had ass-fucked both young girls. "I mean, is it like a pussy? Jesus, kid, I'd give anything to corn-hole one of those broads. How about it, will you fix me up?"
"Fuck you!"
Charlie was looking down at his feet and he suddenly saw the stolen radio and the pieces of Sarah's jewelry that had been scattered on the floor when the bag ripped apart. A strange look crossed his face and he returned his stare to the youth.
"What about this stuff," he said, kicking the radio and the jewelry with his shoe, "don't tell me you just found it laying around somewhere? Maybe I better call the police after all!"
He got to his feet and faced Harry.
"Maybe the LAPD would be interested in where your girlfriends live. Maybe those two cunts weren't really all that willing to let you ass-fuck them!"
Charlie was only guessing but he could see immediately that he had struck a nerve. Harry's face went white and his mouth flew open.
"No, don't!" he cried out, a pleading look in his eyes. "Why call the police? They ain't got nothing to do with this! Look, I'll give you the radio and that jewelry, okay?"
"I don't want that junk," Charlie replied. His huge cock was throbbing painfully and he reached down and massaged it with one meaty hand before continuing. "Listen, kid, you know what I want. You got two good-looking snatch somewhere and I want my share! It's either that or I give the cops a call."
Harry was thinking furiously. Jesus Christ, what a mess! he thought, frantically trying to think of some way out of the dilemma he had gotten himself into. He knew he could destroy the photographs and get rid of the keys if Charlie called the police. But that would only delay things not resolve them. Sooner or later the two girls would work themselves loose and then all hell would break loose. He cursed himself for not putting on the ski-mask before Sarah saw him. He suddenly could see himself sitting in prison his youth and freedom wasted. He couldn't allow that to happen no matter what it cost. Somehow he had to stop Charlie from calling the police.
"Well, what about it?" Charlie asked, seeing the panic and indecision in his young employee's eyes.
Harry knew he was lost and he gave a massive sigh of defeat. He felt crushed and helpless. What other choice did he have now but to throw himself on Charlie's mercy?
"Give me a break, huh, Charlie," Harry croaked, unable to face the older man.
"Maybe you better tell me the whole fucking story, kid," Charlie replied, reaching up and pulling the obscene photographs from his employee's pocket. This time Harry made no resistance. Charlie smiled as he stared down at the naked lovely female flesh. "You and me and your girlfriends here need to get a little better acquainted!"
Sarah gasped in agony as she felt Barbi's long fingernails dig into her tender wrists as the other girl tried desperately to undo the tight knots binding her wrists. They lay naked on the bed, their backs to each other, perspiration rolling down from their foreheads and making the naked pink flesh glisten.
The dark-haired girl had been working on the knots for what seemed like hours and she was almost out of her mind with frustration and pain from her cramped position. She would have given anything she possessed for a sharp tool of any kind at this moment.
Barbi paused for a moment before resuming the attempt to free Sarah. All of her muscles felt strained and cramped and she knew that her own wrists were rubbed almost raw from the struggle to get free. She looked over at the bedside clock and saw that it was only a little after three o'clock. Damn! she thought. II we don't manage to free ourselves it might take hours or even days for someone to miss them and think to check Sarah's apartment. She knew that most of the other tenants in the building really did mind their own business and their only hope was that perhaps Sarah's employers would send someone out to check when she didn't come to work the next morning. But that was all idle conjecture and Barbi knew that they had to continue trying to free themselves.
As she lay there trying to get up enough strength to try again, Barbi was surprised to feel Sarah turning around. The lovely blonde was trying to tell her something with her eyes but Barbi couldn't understand what it was. She watched with interest as the slender naked body snaked down on the bed until Sarah's face was even with Barbi's bound hands. Then it struck her! Sarah wanted the other girl to pull the tape off her mouth. Barbi wondered why she hadn't thought of that. She brought her fingers up over Sarah's face and pried one side of the tape loose with her fingernail.
In just a moment the tape was pulled away from Sarah's mouth and she was gasping for air.
"Let me do you now," Sarah said after she had filled her aching lungs and run her pink little tongue around her bruised lips. She knew it was irrational, but she suddenly felt almost as if in taking the thick tape from her lips she had solved all of her problems.
"Oh, thank God you thought about that," Barbi murmured when she too was relieved of the tape covering her mouth. "It was terrible, not being able to even talk!"
"I know," Sarah replied, rolling and pulling her naked body up and around so that she was facing her neighbor. "What are we going to do now though?"
"Maybe if we screamed someone would hear us," Barbi said.
"I-I don't think so," Sarah replied, depression creeping into her voice. "The apartments are so sound-proofed that I can play the stereo full force without anyone complaining. We've got to figure some other way to attract attention. He ripped out the telephone cord so we can't use that."
"Don't worry, honey, we'll get out of this some..." Barbi started to say, her voice dying as she looked toward the front room. "Oh God," she whispered after a moment, "I think I hear someone at the front door!"
"Who could it be?" Sarah gasped in surprise. She certainly wasn't expecting anyone!
They listened intently as the front door opened quietly and then closed. Neither of them wanted to acknowledge the terrible fear they both felt.
There were whispered voices in the front room and then a dark shadow fell across the doorway. The two naked young women rolled against one another as if for support.
"Hi, girls," Harry Appleton suddenly announced from the doorway. "I'll bet you couldn't wait for me to come back and screw you some more!"
"Get out of here, you bastard!" Barbi shouted. "Get out of here and leave us alone!"
Sarah watched, wide-eyed with fright as Harry sauntered into the room, quickly followed by a heavy-set ugly man who appeared to be in his forties. She couldn't really believe it was happening. After all of the torture they had been subjected to to have the savage rapist leave and then come back this time with another man! She knew she must be having a terrible nightmare.
Charlie Forman's face wore a look of utter evil as he followed the youth across the room and toward the bed. At first after Harry had told him the whole story he had been apprehensive and afraid to become involved in something which could put him behind bars. But as he had continued to stare at the obscenely posed photographs of the two defenseless girls and listened to Harry relate the ass-fucking and cock-sucking experiences he had had, his cock was pounding so violently in his pants that he knew he had to taste the sweet delights for himself.
"Jesus, kid," he murmured lewdly, staring down at the two voluptuous naked bodies, his eyes boring into the silky patches of pubic hair that protected the girl's plump cuntal slits, "You weren't lying one bit about these broads. Man, they're really something!"
He reached down and began to finger Sarah's smooth breasts as if she were a piece of meat in a butcher shop. As soon as his fingers touched her nakedly trembling mounds she opened her mouth to scream.
"For Christ's sake, shut her up," Harry bellowed at the surprised older man. He hadn't even noticed that they had worked the tape off their mouths and he dove onto the bed and clamped his fist over Barbi's mouth.
Spurred into action by the ear-splitting yells coming from Sarah, Charlie hesitated for a moment and then did the same to her, wincing as the heel of his hand was caught between her sharp little white teeth.
"The fucking bitch bit me," he said in amazement, looking at Harry for sympathy as he pulled his hand away for a split second and then clamped it over her mouth again and shutting off her screams. "I'll fix you for that you little cunt," he said menacingly.
Harry held Barbi still as he rummaged in his jacket pocket and produced a roll of tape. Working slowly, he managed to get a long strip off the roll with one hand and plaster it across her mouth. When he was done he tore another strip and came around the bed to fix it to Sarah's mouth.
"Maybe somebody heard her scream," Charlie whispered, afraid now. "Christ, we better get out of here before the fucking police show up!"
Harry shook his head as he looked down at the terrified women. "No, the apartment is soundproof. They were hollering louder than that before and nobody heard anything. Come on, which one of these gorgeous cunts do you want to fuck first?"
But Charlie needed reassurance. He could feel his heavy body trembling with anxiety. He wished fervently that he hadn't come now. Not even the sight of the two succulent cunts was enough to calm him and stop the shivers of cold that ran up and down his spine.
"But what if somebody did hear her?" he asked.
"Fuck it then," Harry shrugged, untying Barbi's ankles. "You can do anything you want ... split or stay ... I'm going to stay and get some more of this sweet fucking!"
Charlie watched, undecided as to what he should do, as the rope around the dark-haired girl's ankles came away and Harry began to spread her tightly-resisting legs apart. She struggled to keep them clamped together but his strength was too much for her and in a moment she was spread-eagled on the bed, her luscious thighs wide apart and her succulent cuntal slit exposed to their lust-charged eyes. Harry leaned forward and shoved one curled finger past the delicately fluted cuntal lips, teasing them open before thrusting it up into her belly with a savage lunge that left Barbi gasping with pain.
"See that, she like it, don't you, baby?" Harry asked the horrified girl. She tried desperately to pull her legs together again but Charlie bent down and helped Harry hold them apart, his mouth watering from the erotically exciting sight.
"Let's screw this one first, kid," Charlie said, his hands rubbing Barbi's knees and legs as he held them apart. His fingers dug cruelly into the supple, soft flesh of her inner thighs and he grinned down at her, his eyes devouring her every curve like a greedy pig.
Barbi shuddered violently.
"Don't be nervous, honey," Charlie said, "you're going to love it . . .just love it, I know. I really know how to treat a good-looking pussy like you and I'll have you begging for more before I'm done." He turned to Harry. "How about it, can we fuck this one first?"
Barbi watched Harry nod at the older man and then reach for her tightly-bound arms and pull her upright on the bed.
Barbi watched Harry nod at the older man and then reach for her tightly-bound arms and pull her upright on the bed. The gigantic bulge of the older man's penis was obvious through his trousers even though he was fully dressed she could tell that his penis must be huge.
"You want to fuck her on the bed or on the floor?" Harry asked his employer.
Charlie had already gotten up off the bed and was pulling his cheap clothing off. As he stripped his shorts down over his hips, his penis jerked up against his stomach. His erect, throbbing cock was purple with desire and Barbi knew that he intended to bury it deep inside some part of her terrified body her ass-hole or her pussy or her cunt!
When he was completely nude he pushed Harry away and sat down on the bed beside her, his fingers caressing her full, luscious breasts and her tender pink nipples, and then letting his hands wander further down over her body.
"Let's fuck her right here on the bed so her friend can watch," Charlie panted. "How about if I screw her ass-hole while you make her suck you off?"
Without waiting for an answer he was kneeling on the bed in front of her, pushing her roughly backward until she was prone again, his fingers pulling apart the sensitive lips of her cunt and probing teasingly at the secret opening between her legs. She tried to twist away from his touch, but his other hand was firmly planted on her stomach, holding her fast while he continued to probe her naked body. In a moment he was gliding his fat little hands up between her wriggling buttocks and pulling the smooth ass-cheeks apart for a closer look at the hairless, puckered little anal opening, gasping when he saw it.
"Wait for me," Harry yelled, stripping off his clothing and coming back to the bed to climb up and sit on her chest, his huge erect cock pointing down at her still-taped mouth as it throbbed and pulsed achingly. "Why don't you give her a blow job and get her warmed up for us. It'll be better if she's nice and juicy for later."
Charlie had been thinking the same thing as his face was peering into her gaping succulent cunt and the tiny puckered opening just below it. He had never seen anything so lovely and inviting in his life and he could hardly control himself as he began to run his hand up and down over the slickly glistening pussy. In a moment he was pressing his face into her crotch, his thick tongue lapping greedily at the fluted lips of her cunt, his nose pressing against her straining clitoris and making it erect quickly and involuntarily.
Of all the sexual things she had ever experienced, tongue-fucking was the one thing that drove Barbi almost out of her mind. She went crazy when a hot tongue slid easily up and down her cunt and sucked on her clitoris. And it didn't make any difference who the man was or how turned-off she was feeling. Once she felt the raspy rough surface of a tongue she was lost completely.
Now, despite the fact that these two brutal men were rapists and perhaps worse she began to twist sensuously back and forth to the erotic rhythm of Charlie's tongue, mewling and groaning through the tape and feeling herself respond in the only way her body knew how. Hot flashes of velvety pleasure surged through her as the tip of his tongue buried itself deep up past her quivering pussy lips and began to suck voraciously of the sweet nectar of her cunt. His nose still rubbed excitingly on her clitoris and she began to twist and wriggle uncontrollably as her pussy contracted around the wetly warm oral spear impaling her.
"Jesus, she's really getting hot," Charlie said, raising his head for a moment from the delicious pussy flesh. "Oh man, she's hotter than a fucking firecracker!"
He dove forward again, this time snaking his tongue up to where the cunt lips came together to form a little hood. He thrust the lips apart and zeroed in on the straining bud of her erecting little love bud, taking the nub of wonderfully aroused meat between his own lips and sucking for dear life. Beneath him, Barbi was bucking and twisting out of control. She raised her legs suddenly and wrapped them around Charlie's shoulders, trying to draw him into her further. Every nerve in her straining body was crying out for the climax she had been denied earlier. Oh God, she thought, I'll go mad if I don't climax right NOVWVWWWWW!
Her hips were jerking rhythmically as Charlie continued to suck wantonly in her crotch. She could feel her heated feminine juices flowing copiously out of her pussy and ooze down over the heavy-set man's chin.
At the same time, Harry was moving his own naked ass back and forth over Barbi's swollen nipples, scraping them raw but bringing new surges of pure animal pleasure to her. She writhed under the combined manipulation of her cunt and her nipples and she could feel the lewd burning sensation building between her legs and crying out to be satisfied. She didn't care that her innocent young neighbor was lying only a few inches away and watching with horrified eyes. Let her think anything she wants, Barbi said to herself, I'm going to have my orgasm!
She stared up at Harry, hoping he could understand the pleading in her eyes. She wanted him to pull the tape away from her mouth so that she could fill her mouth with sweet male cockflesh while her own cunt was being supercharged by the other man's tongue. Harry was thinking the same thing as his cock jerked wildly against her chin and he suddenly yanked the tape off.
"Oh, yessssss ... make me suck your cock ... let me eat you ... I want to suck cock ... NOWWWWW!"
Without warning, Harry grasped the gigantic shaft of his cock with one hand and aimed it directly at the waiting ovaled mouth. It slipped quickly into her warm cavern and in a moment she was sucking hungrily on his massive pole, her tongue swirling wildly up and down it, sucking and nipping as if her life depended on the heated sperm that she was milking up from his aching balls. At the same time her body bounced uncontrollably and lightning flashes of exquisite pleasure shot through her trembling body from the intensity of the tongue jamming deeply up inside her.
Beside them, Sarah couldn't believe what she was seeing and hearing. It was as if her lovely neighbor had suddenly gone mad from the sex tortures of the evening. There was no mistaking the desperate urgency in her pleas for Harry to fuck into her mouth.
Then, unmercifully, Charlie gave one last slurping lick to Barbi's cunt and pulled his face away. His cock was hammering wildly from his crotch and he couldn't wait another minute to ram it into her puckered little ass-hole. He slapped Harry across the shoulder.
"I've got to fuck her ass-hole right now," he said in a voice choked with lust. "Turn her over, kid, and hold her for me, will you?"
Reluctantly, Harry pulled his glistening cock from her contracting mouth and helped his employer to position Barbi. All the while she screamed and begged to be fucked and her cries filled the tiny bedroom.
"No ... don't stop ... suck my pussy ... fuck me ... let me eat your cock! Oh God, don't stop ... I want to COMMMMMEEE!"
In a moment she was kneeling on the bed, her ass high in the air, her face pressing down into Harry's crotch as he sat in front of her and guided his cock toward her waiting lips. She didn't care what happened now she had to have more and more of the two men's cocks pounding into her she didn't care which holes they used as long as they didn't interrupt the building orgasm that was making her legs tremble with desire.
"MMMMMNNNNNNN!" she mewled, her voice choked off as Harry rammed his prick into her mouth again and waited for the wild tongue to begin sucking him. She waved her ass provocatively back at the older man, wishing desperately that he would start.
Charlie paused for a moment as he knelt behind her. His lust-glazed eyes were running over the saliva slickened pussy lips and for a second he was tempted to plunge his cock deep into her gaping cunt. But her tiny contracting ass-hole beckoned him like a beacon and he pressed his thumbs against either side of the hairless opening and felt her jerk back against him.
"Here it comes, baby," he shouted, thrusting his cock against her straining elastic sphincter and shoving with all his might. His huge cock sunk in a fraction of an inch and then she relaxed her whole body and he slid easily into her rectum. The tight flesh closed over him like a wet warm sponge and he had never felt anything so erotic in his life. Barbi was writhing and twisting back signaling him that she wanted it all the way in. He smiled wantonly and then jerked his hips forward and buried his entire shaft deep up inside her. Her whole body suddenly came alive again and she strained around his massive shaft, groaning as he pulled it out for the next powerful thrust. His hips jerked violently back and forth, driving her wild, sending explosions of electric pleasure to every straining nerve in her cunt. In front of him, over her thrashing hips and back, Charlie could see her dark hair flying around her head as she devoured Harry's huge cock with her mouth and lips.
"Jesus ... it's so fucking tight!" he gasped, watching the contracting anal ring open and close around his heated prick.
His fingers dug into her smoothly churning hips as he pulled her backwards and then drove forward again. Every powerful lunge was rapture to him and he felt his aching balls slap heavily against her upturned cunt, bringing her even greater pleasure.
"I'm going to come ... I'M GOING TO COMMME!" Charlie suddenly cried out, tears of frustration filling his eyes at the thought of shooting his steaming load so soon. He felt as if he could fuck the madly twisting ass-hole for ever and he didn't want to stop now. "UUUNNNGGHHH AAAAHHHHHHH ... HERE IT COMES!"
Barbi's wildly swirling tongue and writhing buttocks worked furiously. She knew she was just on the verge of the rapturous spasms that accompanied her own climax and she prayed that neither of them would stop until she was experiencing her own exquisite pleasure. She felt the man behind go tense and then suddenly he exploded deep up in her rectal passage just as she was rocked by an overwhelming climax that was soul-shattering. Wave after wave of pure sexual pleasure rolled through her as she continued to suck madly at the mouth-filling cock that was impaling her, and twisted her bucking ass back into Charlie's body for more of the wonderfully soothing sperm that flooded her tight ass-hole.
As Harry stiffened and then began filling her mouth with his scalding sperm, he felt her cheeks balloon and he could see little strings of semen oozing out of the corners of her lips. He grabbed her roughly by both sides of her head and slammed upwards at the same time, forcing his cock deep into her throat so that she couldn't pull her mouth away.
Sarah watched in amazed horror as the two men continued buffeting her friend's naked young body between them, filling her mouth and her rectum with torrents of sticky white liquid.
Oh God, she thought desperately, they're going to do that to me next!