Chapter 11
Ray fucked Doris while, beside them, randy young Lenny threw a dynamite fuck into Belinda. Although Doris was not equipped with quim juice, Belinda was coming enough for both of them and, by this time, the whole bed was awash with cuntal liquid and jism.
Belinda was feeling very naughty.
When Ray blew his load and pulled out of Doris, Belinda squirmed down and, fitting her face between those plastic thighs, she proceeded to eat Doris out, sucking the combined jism of both men out of the creamy slot. Plastic pussy isn't nearly as satisfying as the real thing, she thought, but she knew that it excited the men to watch her do it and, besides, there was plenty of delicious cum up that box.
It excited Ray Griffin so much, in fact, that with two orgasms already spent, his prick was as big as ever.
He said, "One good thing about a rubber woman is that she never minds if you put it in her mouth...."
He looked questioningly at Belinda.
Raising her drooling jowls from between Doris's thighs, Belinda said, "Real women never mind, either...."
Ray slipped his pecker into Belinda's mouth and she began to suck on it happily, while Lenny continued to spear his lance into her cunt. Randy Belinda was in seventh heaven then, getting cock at either end, her tongue as hot as her clit, hungry for cream at crotch and mouth at the same time and-in due course-getting a heated geyser from both directions.
She gulped Ray's thick semen down as Lenny blew his frenzied load up her twat and wondered, vaguely, if the two streams would crash together like a tidal wave somewhere midway through her torso. Her cunt slurped up sperm and she drank it down, her own love juices pouring out in a deluge.
They were all so inspired that coming, instead of bringing relief, only made them want to come again.
It was becoming addictive.
Ray said, "Another thing about rubber women ... they let you fuck them up the ass...."
Whereupon horny Belinda immediately turned over.
Straddling Lenny, she pushed her snatch down onto his rampant prick.
Ray knelt behind her and fitted his bloated cockhead to her taut brown bud. He pushed steadily. Her asshole resisted for a moment, but then made the adjustment.
His fat knob slipped in.
Her hole clamped snug around the stalk, gripping him behind the glans, and her lovable rectum worked like a suction tube, dragging him into her bowels as if digesting him in reverse. He rammed the whole huge whang into her bottom.
They fucked her between them.
Belinda rode up and down on Lenny's cock as he thrust up from the bed, and Ray banged his prick up her giving anus each time she descended on the other man's dong. Both men could feel each other's cock moving inside her, the two tools separated only by the slender partition between her cunt and chocolate speedway, and Belinda, to her joy, could feel both those big peckers churning her loins to cream together.
They climaxed as one, too, and the willowy blonde felt as if her pelvis were being blown apart on the double dosage-and orgasmed with them, wailing with ecstasy.
But all things must come to an end.
At last they were all drained and sated.
Doris was going a bit soft, her big tits sagging, but they paid her no mind-for such is the fickle nature of mankind.
Naked, the three people sat around the wooden table.
Ray and Lenny were once again discussing places that they might manage to rob. They were not inhibited by Belinda's presence for she had become one of them, sort of-and even if it turned out that she was really from welfare, they knew that a welfare worker preferred a man to earn money of his own. A bandit was more socially acceptable than a welfare recipient.
Belinda was trying to figure out how she could get into the car and search for the lottery ticket.
She suggested, "Why don't we take a ride, fellas? Maybe some fresh air will clear your minds."
"Got no gas," said Ray.
"I'll buy the gas."
"What, you think I'd take money from a girl? That's worse than charity."
"Worse than food stamps," Lenny put in.
"Unless you want to be our gun moll," Ray said. "Then you can buy gas for the getaway."
"But we got to decide where we got to get away from, first," Lenny explained.
Belinda saw that this was the ideal solution; waiting in the car while they robbed some place, she would have plenty of time to look for the ticket.
But, like them, she could think of no place to rip-off.
"Why don't you rob the Rhode Island Lottery?" she suggested. She figured that that would give her plenty of time in the car and, if she found the ticket, she'd be able to cash it in on the spot.
"They got lots of money?"
"Millions."
"We'll do it!" Ray cried. "We'll rob the fucking Rhode Island Lottery!"
It was quite a trip to Providence.
Belinda supplied the money for gas, and Lenny went to fetch the car while Ray said goodbye to Doris-or what was left of her. They were all enthused by the scheme, and the two men were mighty glad to have such a clever gun moll join their gang.
Lenny drove along the freeway while Ray balled Belinda in the back seat.
Round about halfway, they switched. Ray drove while Belinda sucked-off Lenny.
It's lots of fun being a gun moll, thought Belinda. But she had not had a chance to look in the pocket on the driver's-side door.
She had to bide her time.
And then they arrived at the lottery office in Providence and it was time for business.
Ray was the mastermind.
"You two wait in the car," he said. "I'll go in and rob the fuckers myself."
"You ain't got a gun," Lenny said.
"Yeah, well, guns are old-fashioned. What you got to do these days is you pass them a note that says you got a bomb, see? Then they hand the money right over."
"But you ain't got a note, neither."
"Well, I can write one."
"If you had a pencil, you could."
"I have a pencil, right here," Belinda chimed in, clever gun moll that she had become.
"Here's a scrap of paper," Ray said, rummaging about amidst tissues and gas receipts in the side pocket.
He took the pencil and wetted it on his tongue; he scowled thoughtfully as he tried to compose a note that struck the proper chord. Then he chuckled to himself.
He wrote: Give me all the money or else.
"That," he said, "ought to do the job."
Fearless, armed with his courage and his threatening note, Ray marched into the lottery office....
Belinda didn't think he had a chance.
She figured that Ray was sure to get arrested and she felt a bit sorry for him, but there was nothing to be done about it. Maybe she could bail him out ... if she found the ticket. Lenny was sitting behind the wheel, the motor running; she had to get across him somehow.
Well, there was an easy excuse for that.
Smiling sweetly at the youth, Belinda noted, "It makes me excited, being in on a robbery."
"Yeah. Me, too."
"Horny, too."
He gazed at her in awe, amazed at the girl's capacity for sex.
He said, "Gee, I can't fuck you now ... I got to be alert and ready to drive."
"Ummm ... but I could just sort of go down on you while we wait, if you'd like, huh?"
Lenny saw no harm in that. And he liked the idea of having sex with her behind Ray's back. It made him feel daring and devilish and seductive; it was almost as good as cuckolding him. "Okay," he beamed.
Belinda drew her knees up on the passenger seat and leaned over his lap. His fly was zipped up for a change, but she soon rectified that.
She pulled his prick out.
It was only semi-hard, but that didn't matter. The cocksucking was only an excuse, anyhow, and if he didn't get stiff or get his rocks off, it didn't matter.
She frigged him a few times.
Sure enough, with the potency of pubescence, the lad's cock began to swell and harden.
She licked the fiery tip.
The head flared and the stalk began to pulse and throb in her stroking fist.
She slipped her lips over the head and sucked. She liked to take a soft dick in her mouth and feel it swell as she sucked it up to a full erection. Horny nymph that she was, Belinda forgot all about her search for the lottery ticket for a few minutes as she sucked voraciously on the tasty slab.
Lenny was gazing out the window, keeping an eye on the door into which Ray had vanished. He had both hands on the wheel. But then he dropped one hand onto the back of her head and began to push gently.
Belinda began to bob her head up and down, taking his seething cock far back into her warm mouth.
Her lips peeled back as she drew her mouth up the fat rod and her tongue flashed against the underside; her head went up and down steadily and her hand rose to meet it, frigging him into her oral cavity.
"I hope I can come before Ray gets back," Lenny croaked, hiking up from the seat and fucking into her face.
That reminded Belinda of her true purpose in giving him this blowjob.
With her free hand, she began feeling around in the side pocket of the door.
"What you looking for?" he asked.
"Umphfff," she said, trying to speak with a mouthful of cock-a condition that had become so commonplace recently that she hardly noticed it.
She pulled her lips to the front end of his prick so that she could articulate.
"I'm just looking for a tissue to wipe up your cum so that Ray doesn't notice it and suspect that we've been cheating on him," she explained.
"I thought you always swallowed it," he said.
"Well, sure ... but just in case a few drops get away."
He saw that she was truly a farsighted gun moll ... and a girl who would not easily be caught in infidelity.
He tried to concentrate, wanting to give her plenty of cum to mop up.
She began slurping on his knob again as her hand slid around in the flap pocket. She brought out crumpled gas receipts and a whole lot of cum-stiffened tissues.
But she did not find the lottery ticket.
Lenny, taking note of those dozens of tissues hardened by congealed jizz, figured that plenty of underhand cocksucking had taken place-in this car. It must have had quite a history, to which he hoped to add some of his own fluid incidents.
Damn! thought Belinda.
The pocket was empty now, and the ticket was not there; she was so unhappy that, for a moment, she forgot to move her head up and down-although she kept on sucking instinctively, nursing on his knob like a nipple.
Lenny pushed down on the back of her head, giving her a gentle reminder.
Well, she thought, since I don't have my lottery ticket, I might as well drink a load of gism while I'm here. And, just as some people might have consoled themselves with whiskey, Belinda began to drink....
Lenny's cockhead was oozing spunk; she sucked it off, swallowed the thin flow and pumped for more. She was sad about losing her fortune, but the taste of Lenny's prick soon cheered her up again.
His legs began to tense and relax spasmodically.
His heels drummed on the floorboards and revved the engine on the gas pedal.
His fist knotted on the steering wheel, the knuckles turning white. His other hand rested on her head, which was going up and down at a furious raten ow.
"Ahhh ... take it!" he howled.
Belinda pushed her mouth down to the root of his cock and his creamy load spurted into her throat. Gasping and gulping, she swallowed it down and sucked furiously for more, pulling the gism out of him and draining his cock and balls to the very dregs as she skillfully milked the inexperienced lad off.
She drank it all.
She needn't have worried, thought happy Lenny.
There wasn't a single, solitary drop to be mopped up ... Belinda lifted her head, his knob popping from her lips like a cork from a bottle. She had really enjoyed that drink-on-a-stick, and she gave Lenny a smile.
"You sure give great head," he complimented her.
"It's nice to have such a great prick to give great head to," she countered. "I'm a lucky girl."
But then she frowned.
She was lucky, alright-lucky enough to have won the Rhode Island State Lottery.
But where is the fucking ticket? she wondered.