Snatched!

"How much longer is the trial?" Nina asked.

I shrugged. "Perhaps another two weeks. Dennis and Steve still have more testimony to give."

"Don't I know that," Buffy sighed from the back seat. "It hasn't made him very happy."

"You've got to help him unwind," Claudia suggested with a wink. "When he starts to get that concerned look, offer some pussy. We've got to make them forget with our mouths, our cunts. If that doesn't work, nothing will."

Buffy's eyes narrowed. "You don't have a clue, do you? In your mind, everything boils down to that. Get real, Claudia. Life isn't one big fantasy."

Claudia, immune to her venom, tossed the aside, "Lighten up, sugar. Your fangs are showing."

Buffy sniffed in her direction.

We were driving to the liquor store to replenish the beer and wine we consumed after our little sex party. A mad thirst had been generated, depleting my usual supply of beverages. The men lazed in my family room, catching the last innings of a televised ball game. It was just as well we left them behind; we realized they wanted to discuss the bribery case and knew we weren't suppose to overhear their comments.

The tension taking place in the car went beyond my ability to cope. "Settle down, girls. I don't need a cat fight while I'm driving."

"Yes," Nina intervened. "You've been a walking time bomb, Buffy. I've never seen you so jittery."

"It's easy for you to be relaxed," Buffy countered. "You haven't seen those threatening notes."

It took seconds for her words to penetrate the sex-dominated minds of the Babes.

Nina's brows shot up. "Steve's been sent notes?"

I sighed, glancing at Buffy. "You weren't supposed to let that drop."

"I can't stand it!" Buffy uttered, sounding more unhinged than before. "It's driving me crazy!"

"None of us should be surprised," I calmly mentioned. Buffy's aggravation stemmed from worry. I did what I could to alleviate her concern. "We knew who the players were from the beginning. When cops accept bribes, they're obliged to silence anyone who jeopardizes that income."

"What do the notes say?" Claudia asked.

"The last warned if Steve went on the witness stand, they would get even with him."

Claudia shrugged. "Crooked cops are delivering these messages?"

Buffy nodded emphatically.

Nina shivered. "I guess I never arrived at that conclusion."

"Well, it's time you did!" Buffy spat.

Nina shot her a dirty look. "Shut the fuck up. I've had it with your hysterics."

"You haven't had nearly enough," Buffy screamed back. "You've all got your heads up your asses, believing we'll make it through in one piece. We're all in danger. These guys are serious motherfuckers."

"You know, the princess has a point," Claudia rationalized. "Cops have the law on their side. They can do a number of things to alter the picture. Any one of our men could be found in a ditch with a hole in his head, and none of them would be suspect."

I shivered. "Let's put this out of our minds. It has a tendency to draw on our worst fears. We have to hang in there together until the end."

"Of course, you aren't the least bothered. Joe isn't nearly as imperiled as the rest of them," Buffy sneered. "His deposition was minor in comparison."

"I'm not minimizing anything, Buffy," I said through clenched teeth. "I care about every one of our men, as do all of us. I think it's important to remember the line of business they are in. We accepted those risks when we entered their lives. Some of them seem almost insurmountable-yet they manage to pull through. We've got to be big girls about it. This is a time when our men need us most. We can't go flying off the handle when the heat turns up. We've got to keep pledging our support in any way we can. We're a source of strength, a vital part of their existence."

Sighing, Buffy finally concurred. "I suppose you're right. I've been much too squeamish. I should learn to handle pressure better."

I was glad to hear Buffy acknowledge that deficit in her character. She had long been known as a "cry baby" and "prima donna." It was refreshing to see her step down from the pedestal.

The liquor store was empty of customers. I attributed its lack of patronage to the broadcasted ball game. Most people would have stocked their refrigerators in advance, anticipating shortages. I had definitely underestimated the amount of beer our men wouldingest. Perhaps I would have more foresight in the future.

We scattered throughout the store, attempting to be efficient with our visit. Our men were thirsty and very-likely checking their watches.

Buffy was dispatched to the snack area, Claudia was in charge of selecting the wine, and Nina helped me lug a few cases of Old Style to the front counter.

The guy at the cash register was ogling us. He definitely approved of the way out tits pushed out our blouses, revealing mouth-watering cleavage. I sparkled with a smile, then tossed him a wink. He was cute-of college age, yet assertive in his quest for women. Under normal circumstances, I might have encouraged him if it weren't for the fact the "Babes" were forbidden to cater to those impulses outside our intimate circle.

I terminated eye contact when having to fish for the wallet in my purse. "Nina, would you run in back and remind Buffy to get some pretzels? I just remembered I'm out." The aisle containing the snacks was blocked by cases of beer stacked to the ceiling. I couldn't see which ones she chose, and pretzels were Joe's favorite.

Nina,-likewise captivated by the allure of the cashier, offered him a parting smile. "Sure," she murmured, positioning her boobs to show their dramatic slope. Nina was a known tease, feeding on the raw desire evinced by our male audience.

Before she could start off, the door violently swung open and a virulent voice boomed, "Hold it right there, doll. I happen to be trigger-happy and wouldn't want to put a bullet through your pretty head."

My jaw dropped before I glimpsed the person who issued that warning. The venom of his words combined with his brutal tone gave me palpitations. Neither Nina nor I dared test his sincerity.

"Keep your hands up," the man directed the cashier, who staggered behind the counter. "Make no mistake. I intend to use this, if obliged."

The initial shock wore off. I drew a cleansing breath, ridding my lungs of stale air, then leveled my gaze at our antagonist. He was a good-looking guy, perhaps in his late twenties, with long, curly dark hair. The muscles on him alluded to regular conditioning and emphasized the message that our protests were non-negotiable. The pistol in his hand painted an even deadlier picture.

Another man joined in his invasion. Tall, lean and blond, he exhibited a sneer that brooked no sympathy. He, too, was armed.

I sent Nina a look of panic. We had never stumbled upon a liquor store robbery, and weren't happy that this was our first. Our men had related horror stories about the eruption of violence in a peaceable establishment, with bloody carnage resulting for a few bucks sitting in the register. Witnesses were eliminated to reduce the risk of verification. I swallowed with difficulty, fearing for our lives.

Claudia, speechless by the wine rack, quietly replaced the bottle in her hands on the shelf. She appeared equally frightened.

Not a peep came from the snack aisle. Buffy wisely had stayed hidden.

The dark-haired man advanced to the counter while the blond trained his gun on us. "Open it," he demanded of the cashier. "Slowly. And don't push your luck. All chambers are loaded."

The cashier nervously complied. His hand shook so badly he was almost unable to remove the cash. Suddenly, my emotions did a reversal. I felt worse for him than I did any of us. This job probably paid for his school books, with a little left over for tuition. His experience with danger was practically nonexistent. We, on the other hand, had learned to manage danger through our men. The constant threat of violence was their occupational hazard; we were forever there to attend to their shattered resolve and erase those bad memories in our unique way.

"Move it," the man barked. "We haven't all day."

"He's doing the best he can," I snarled, disgusted with his intimidation.

The dark-haired man switched his interest. "You've got balls, doll."

I matched his ugly timbre. "At least I have them where they count-not in my hand."

He chuckled. "You're fucking with me."

"No shit," I deadpanned.

Sighing, he shook his head. "I like your style, doll. Cool as a cucumber. I'll bet you're dynamite in bed."

"That's something you'll never find out."

His amused lines immediately faded, replaced by one of lethal import. "Don't bet on it."

The man was obviously someone who took his role seriously. I thought it judicious to hold my tongue. Now that I tested the waters, I realized how cold they could be.

I resisted from glancing at the back of the store, where Buffy concealed herself. The lack of surveillance mirrors provided her cover. I recollected Buffy tossing her cellular phone in her purse; hopefully, she would call for help.

I kept expecting some bystander to assess the situation from outside the store and summon the police. Not a single new car entered the parking lot. We were disgustingly alone in facing this unfolding predicament.

"Over here," the blond growled at Claudia. "Now."

Claudia was trembling so hard I thought her knees would buckle. Putting one foot in front of the other, she got through her rash of nerves.

Meanwhile, the cashier finally emptied the register and surrendered its contents to the dark-haired culprit. Not bothering to tally the wad of bills stuffed in his fist, he merely shoved them into the back pocket of his jeans.

"Turn around and place your hands on the counter," he ordered.

The young man tensed as he followed instruction. The rest of us anticipated his next move. The butt of the gun came crashing down on his head, sending the guy unconscious to the floor.

"My God," I gasped, unable to keep silent. "You could have given him a concussion!"

The dark-haired guy glared at me. "Shut up. At least I didn't waste him." He beckoned to his partner. "Let's round them up."

"What do you mean?" Nina blurted, regaining her voice.

"You're coming with us, babe," the blond explained. "All three of you."

I flashed a sign at both Claudia and Nina. None of us were to relate Buffy's presence. I prayed she would use that phone the instant we stepped out the door. The old phrase, "We take no hostages" ran through my head. Jesus! It was unthinkable to assume our mortality was at the disposal of these maniacs. I wanted to believe we would be saved.

"Come on," the dark-haired guy commanded. "Move your asses! Now!"

Claudia, overwhelmed by our plight, began to hyperventilate. "Oh, my God! Oh, my God!" She was immobilized by the fear pumping through her veins. r

The blond grabbed her quaking body and dragged her out the door.

"Do you two need to be escorted, too?" the dark-haired guy's question dripped with sarcasm.

Nina and I barely maintained our sense of sanity. "No, we'll be fine," I answered for the both of us. "I just don't understand why we have to be taken. Didn't you get what you wanted?"

He snickered. "You must think we're stupid. We can't leave spectators behind. You just saw a robbery take place."

"You'll be miles away from here before we could mention it," I said. "What difference does it make?"

"Shut your fucking mouth!" he barked, then shoved me toward the door. "No more questions. Just move."

I watched the blond thrust Claudia into the back seat of a Chevy Impala. He blocked the doorway, forbidding her to escape while leaning into the car. A second later, he turned on his heel in expectation of our arrival.

I saw no purpose in making a dash for it. The gun pointed at my heart voided that alternative. I might wish my freedom, but not at the expense of my life.

"Where are you taking us?" I demanded, unafraid of overstepping my bounds.

"Something wrong with your hearing, doll?" my captor asked. "We're not telling you a fucking thing."

The blond looped a blindfold over Nina's eyes. She let out a yelp as he tied it in place. He threw her into the car before she could utter a syllable. Claudia, quaking beside her, was already rendered the same.

The dark-haired guy held the one intended for me in his hand. "We can do this nicely, or by force."

Why these men would carry blindfolds in their car put a big question mark in my head-unless our abduction had been planned. I thought it pointless to inquire; my last few comments had raised their ire.

I decided to be the brave one. I offered no resistance. "Do as you wish. You will, anyway."

"Smart girl."

He covered my eyes, plunging me in darkness. I was roughly transferred into the back seat, then the door was slammed shut. The engine was gunned, then we burned rubber out of the parking lot at a hurtling speed. The three of us lurched, barely keeping our balance.

"If I catch anyone peeking, there will be a price to pay," the dark-haired man cautioned.

The secrecy of our destination was another hint that our hijacking was intended, and not the product of a simple robbery. We were sought out and captured. I wondered if Claudia and Nina suspected as much, or if they were too overcome with terror.

I crossed my fingers that Buffy did the right thing.

An eternity virtually passed before the car came to a halt. We were relocated to some distant hideout, presumably beyond city limits. I couldn't begin to guess where they had taken us, and wasn't keen on asking. We were escorted down several flights of stairs, and through several doors, until we entered what seemed like a murky chamber. I detected dampness the instant we set foot into the room.

Our blindfolds were removed. We blinked, stunned by the illumination provided by the overhead lighting. Our sight was gradually restored as we focused about, blinking and rubbing our tortured eyes.

"It's not the Plaza, but it'll do," muttered the dark-haired man. "This is home, for now."

"You're keeping us here?" I asked. "But why?"

"You got a hearing problem, doll-or maybe it's just short-term memory? We already went over this. You're our guests. Leave it at that."

I scanned the area, taking inventory of our surroundings. There were three cots over in the corner, along with a table, sofa and lamp. The smaller room on the side appeared to be a bathroom. Closer to us, I noticed a stove, refrigerator and cupboard.

"All the essentials of home," I mused aloud. "How considerate."

"Don't gripe about it, doll. You could have gotten worse."

I secured my hand to my hip. "Since you seem to take pleasure in addressing me in such a fashion, what do we call you? Can we at least be given your first names?"

The dark-haired guy shrugged at the blond. "I suppose it wouldn't hurt. I'm Woody, and that's Kevin."

I nodded, suppressing the urge to be sarcastic. It was refreshing to know they could observe some courtesies. "I'm Melissa. That's Claudia and Nina."

They smirked, as though that bit of information had been previously furnished.

The girls seemed to be alert to their knowledge. I smiled, confirming their impressions. Now that we all had time to settle down and take stock of our dilemma, we found ourselves all of the same opinion: our kidnapping was engineered.

"Do we at least get our one phone call?" Nina petitioned in her seductive style.

"Not here, doll," Woody said. "Those are privileges you earn."

"Is that so?" she pondered, unaffected by the implication. Her tits projected deliciously for his inspection. "Are we on a points system? So many accumulated buys us favors?"

Temptation touched his otherwise rigid bearing. His Adam's apple rippled as he studied her set of curves. "Not a good idea."

"Why not?" Nina asked. "Flesh for barter. I think that's fair."

He shook his head and did a quick retreat. Earlier instructions must have surfaced in his barbarian-like brain. We were forbidden fruit: acceptable for ogling, but off limits to fuck.

Did they know of our secret arrangement with the men-that we didn't give pussy outside our group? Cops were only our lovers. We didn't spread our legs for anyone without a badge. Police Babes didn't consort with unauthorized parties.

I saw the purpose behind Nina's offer, and threw my snatch into the ring-so to speak. "What do you say, stud? Tit for that, and that-and that!"

Not on the same wave length, Claudia looked shocked by my proposal. Her eyes grew huge as she took an immediate step backward.

Woody's features clouded. "You girls think that's the only way we can get it-through bribery? Not a chance. Kevin and I catch a piece of tail whenever we're down at the bar. There's always plenty to go around."

Of that, I had no doubt. Woody was fiercely handsome, as was Kevin. Both men conditioned their bodies until muscle and sinew were given complete definition. The pectorals screamed for attention through his tight T-shirt, and the blue jeans he wore molded nicely to those powerful thighs. The heft of his cock, which gave the most punch to his masculinity, bulged in awe.

Kevin, a little leaner, wasn't by any means of less might. I received the unmistakable impression that he was well-versed in the martial arts. His golden mustache and beard imbued him with a resemblance to a young Chuck Norris.

"Make yourselves comfortable, girls," Woody announced. You're going to be our guests for an extended period of time."

"How long?" I asked.

He sent me a withering look and attached an icy tone. "Until we say."

Woody and Kevin closed the metal door behind them. A deadbolt was administered to ensure our occupancy.

The three of us huddled in the corner. "What was that shit about?" Claudia was the first to ask. "Of all the times to think about getting laid-"

I silenced her with my hand. "Haven't you deducted that our kidnapping was staged?"

"I figured it out on the way here," Nina interjected. "It's obvious to me this entire scheme has been orchestrated by the same people who have been hassling the boys about testifying. This is-likely their way of settling that score."

I concurred. "Either Woody and Kevin have been hired by these folks-or they're cops, themselves."

Nina grinned. "With the builds they have, that wouldn't surprise me."

"I suppose fucking them wouldn't be altering our secret constitution that greatly."

Claudia tugged my hand from her mouth. "Are you crazy? These guys are unbalanced. I could never submit to them knowing they could flip out and kill any one of us."

"We're going to have to agree to that risk," I calmly explained. "We've already been placed in jeopardy. If we leverage ourselves with sexual favors, we stand a far better chance of obtaining our freedom."

Claudia groaned. I perceived her mental agony. It took considerable gumption to reshape my values. I had been a "Police Babe" for several years; lowering the barricade and dismantling that protective device was not easily accomplished. We would individually have to extend privileges previously exclusive to our men in order to liberate ourselves. That old, loyal attitude had to be temporarily retired-edited from our faces, excised from our minds-if we wished to be effective.

"Trust me on this," I said. "If you feel uncomfortable offering yourself, then at least permit Nina and me to get things rolling."

"It's not that I don't find them attractive," Claudia confessed. "I-"

"I fully understand. Their desirability isn't the issue, it's where their allegiance falls. They're carrying out instructions given to them by their superiors. They're merely delegates." I caressed her shoulders. "We must be agents, too, Claudia: agents of pleasure. We'll defeat their system if we pool our resources."

She gazed at me with dawning comprehension. My theory was backed by logic.

"Even if it doesn't seem like it, we're doing this for our men."

Claudia signaled her devotion to our cause. "I want to help, too."

"Good." I glanced at Nina, whose lips were wickedly curved, then returned my gape to Claudia. "Let's fuck 'em, girls."

Our plan commenced on a wild note. Since the men were adverse to accepting sex from us, we decided to compel them. It has been our experience that the best way to alter one's mood is by taking the in-your-face approach. We got naked, and did what we did best.

"Ohhhhhhhhh," Claudia sobbed, her moan reverberating against the dank walls of our cell. Her finger was trained over her swollen clit, jiggling herself to distraction. I could hear slick noises waft from her juicy lips.

My hearing, however, was somewhat impaired by the nectar-rich sounds I produced between Nina's legs. I dipped into her succulent cunthole, availing myself of its fragrant seepage. Mmmmmm. I thoroughly enjoyed having those beautiful, tanned thighs around my head, providing me access to that liquid source. Nina's taste was unforgettable. My tip traveled thoughtfully over the pink spread, collecting delicious moisture.

Nina's wail was muffled from having her face stuffed as well. I was positioned alongside her, with my legs wrapped about her head. She licked me in the most provoking manner. Our strategy nearly slipped from my mind as I truly got excited. Titillation shafted through my entire body. I writhed, pushing my pussy into her mouth. I cried out as she nibbled methodically on me, darting expertly over my oozing snatch.

"Oh, God!" I yelped, ill-equipped to received those inspiring lashes. Nina ate cunt well. Her style was hard to duplicate. She put into it all she had-and then some.

Naturally, I reciprocated. Our performance wasn't faked. The men would have recognized a false moan, so we narrowed that-likelihood by providing genuine passion. Sucking each other's pussy wasn't by any stretch of the imagination a foreign act. We often entertained the men in such a manner, and occasionally subscribed to that form of pleasure when cock wasn't handy. Sex was of great recreational value.

"Oh, yeah, sugar," Nina whimpered. "Eat me. Lick that pussy. Drink me. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh."

Claudia worked herself into a lather. Her finger engaged her hard pebble with lustful intent. Her big tits vibrated in crazed response. Stretched on her side, she observed us with glazed eyes. I wasn't sure if her delirium branched from what Nina and I were doing, or a carefully nurtured memory. In any event, she appeared engrossed and effected the same bewitching cries Nina and I evoked.

"Fuck me with your tongue, baby," I implored Nina. "Slide it through that hot crevice. Oh, yeah. like that. Ohhhhhhhhhhh. Don't stop. Gulp down those juices. Keep my pussy wet."

"Mmmmmmmmm," Nina purred, resembling a cream-fed kitten. "Mmmmmmmmmmmmm."

We didn't actually hear the door open-not even the faint screech of the deadbolt-but we knew we had generated a commotion that required investigation. I expected Woody, but instead, we got Kevin.

"What the fuck is going on in here?" he demanded, amazed more than stimulated.

We feigned ignorance of his arrival, preferring the pretext of heightened arousal. We squirmed, licked and moaned at our collective efforts. I fastened my mouth to Nina's cunt and sucked her until she arched her back, then slammed herself to me with abandon. That maneuver was executed with repetition until Nina disengaged her lips and gasped for air.

"You're going to make me cum," she slurred, trying to return to my saliva-dripping snatch. My persistent laps prevented her from reconnecting. I watched her eyes roll back and her mouth drop open as she orgasmed. "Oh, sugar. Ohhhhhhhhh! Ohhhhhhhhhhhh!"

I let her spasm, getting off on her exceptional taste. Making somebody as gorgeous as Nina cum afforded me a sexual buzz. I could have spent another hour gobbling on her if other duties hadn't cropped up in the back of my mind.

Claudia's hand moved with speed between her legs. I heard her fingers latch onto that slippery mass of wet, sensitive pink to produce a stirring clamor. "Ohhhhhhhh!" she moaned, appearing close to cumming. "Ohhhhhhhhhhh!"

After Nina's contractions subsided, I braced her head and shoved my cunt into her dazed expression. Her tongue protruded-not from readiness, but from exhaustion. I used what was available to receive friction. My hips jerked at her face, smearing her cheeks with my abundant juices until I felt her tongue activate. Soon, Nina licked me back with all the fervor I previously demonstrated.

"Ohhhhhhhh!" I gasped, drawn to the talent she prescribed. I was fiercely massaged by that skilled tip. Deliberately, I turned away from Nina and gazed hungrily at Kevin. My stormy lust had high visibility. I met his curious stare with a flushed complexion.

Kevin, dumbfounded, froze. The door behind him shut, followed by an automatic click. Apparently, it was self-locking. I wasn't alarmed; he wouldn't have visited us without a key.

I appealed to him with a steamy look. Our activities fed nourished fantasies cultivated in his mind. Although some men aren't prone to admit it, finding two women in the midst of oral sex was the ultimate turn-on. It's been my general understanding that men believe our frustration stems from the lack of male participation; once they've introduced themselves into the situation, the spotlight is on them. We crave something hard and filling to replace the soft caresses and gentle licking.

This was exactly the sequence of thought I wanted to instill in Kevin's brain.

"What's the matter, baby?" Kevin hoarsely asked. "The heat getting to you?"

In place of a answer, I scanned his body. My glazed eyes roamed its length, disclosing my inflamed mental state. As I drifted lower, I noted that the man in him had surfaced. Kevin had a raging hard-on. The shape of his large cock strained his jeans. It appeared to grow at a bothersome angle.

"Why not put that thing to use?" I suggested in a feline whisper. "It won't do any of us good if you keep it zipped up."

"I was given strict orders," he muttered, unable to avert his gaze. The hot servings Nina took unlatched his need.

"Suit yourself." I reached for Nina's head and pulled her firmly to my cunt. I enclosed her ravenous expression with my silky thighs, then sobbed with delight. "Ohhhhhhhh. Oh, yeah, fuck me with that tongue. Slice right in there. Go deep. Ohhhhhhhhhh. More. Please, more."

Claudia beat off with more enthusiasm than ever. Her slim figure snapped and jerked to a faster tempo. Sweat beaded on her protruding nipples, shaken off only when her movements intensified. She frantically stroked the delicious soppage that developed.

"Suck her," Claudia demanded of Nina. "Eat that pussy. Make her cum."

"Mmmmmmmmmmm," Nina slobbered. "Oh, yes. It's so good, so tasty."

"You ought to fuck Melissa," Claudia said to Kevin. "She needs to get fucked. Stick your cock into her pussy while Nina eats her." Her sex-clouded eyes fell to his bulging crotch. "Ohhhhh. Maybe you'd better put it in me first. I need it, badly."

Kevin swallowed roughly, unsure of which pussy to choose. We certainly presented him multiple options. "Not a good idea, baby. You're going to have to get yourself off without me."

"Bastard," she hissed, then went on masturbating herself. "Ohhhhhhhh. Ohhhhhhhh."

I had to commend Kevin for adhering to Woody's instructions. He valiantly held to principle. Other men would have broken out into a drool and descended upon us like wolves. That, however, did not mean our plan had failed; no, we were encouraged. Very soon, we were going to defeat his urge.

My lips plunged over Nina and treated her to a mind-numbing suck. I lavished her with spittle, then cleaned it before it bubbled from my suctioning mouth.

"Jesus," Nina wailed, ill-prepared for that assault. Her cunt was still sensitive from the powerful contractions I induced. "Oh, sugar, your tongue feels so good. Lick me, lick me. Yeah. Ohhhhhhhhhhhh."

I remembered Pete's cock had been inside her pussy not long before. The urgent way it pushed through those pleasure-sealing lips and stroked her sluiced flesh got me panting. Pete was a big man and jammed her cunt to capacity. Since Pete had fucked me, too, I knew only too well how great it felt.

I delved along the pressure-sensitive walls of her snatch, dwelling on how they must have enclosed Pete and spurred the need to cum. Mmmmmmmmmm. I wriggled through that succulent hole, wondering what it would feel like having the most excited part of me buried within its throbbing confines. Nina's sweet pussy, wrapped securely about my imaginary cock, had to be the sweetest thing imaginable. Pete's powerful response when pulling out at the moment of orgasm and jetting onto her thrashing buttocks was understandable; the heat of her cunt overwhelmed me.

I may have interrupted the pleasure she dispensed, but Nina didn't neglect me for long. She vigorously reattached her mouth and vented a suck that nearly triggered cerebral overload.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh." I exhaled long, but sharply, compressing the air from my lungs. When I took my next breath, it was flavored with cunt. I gathered her hot drippings in a hungry sweep. I delved into her warm crevice and gleaned it of juice. Mmmmmmmmmm. Nina was flavor-rich. I lapped her lubricated loins, making certain I was quite vocal. I noisily gulped that sugared dew as it oozed from her twitching depths.

Nina rewarded me with a similar licking. She lashed me in creative circles, then attacked my clit with vim. Her intent was plain. Making me cum was of vital importance. She slurped and sucked my love button until my nerves were frayed and my resolve shattered. There was no stopping her, no slowing the process.

"Christ," I moaned, trembling in her mouth. I couldn't keep my lips on her pussy. I kept wrenching back, overwhelmed with sensation. "Oh, my God."

"Cum for me," Nina mentioned between mouthfuls of cunt. "Cum for me, sugar. Mmmmmm."

I left imprints in her velvety thighs after the seizure hit me. Ohhhhhhhhhhh! I came with a roar, clinging to her limbs for dear life. It was a rough, energy-depleting climax. I bathed her face with my soaked pussy, fighting to maintain contact with that fever-producing tongue.

Claudia came, too. Her back arched and her pupils curved into the whites of her eyes as she arrived at that sapping finale. "I'm cumming," she gasped. "I'm cumming! I'm cumming!"

I surmised that observing a profusion of tits and cunts writhing on the floor bore an impact on Kevin's susceptible brain. The heat we engendered rose one notch after another, effecting his sense of balance. He staggered at the sight of us, cumming like hellions, boldly taking our pleasure. I couldn't resist presuming we undermined his stability.

He stood there, looking more virile and desirable by the second. I questioned whether he was accustomed to pleasing more than one woman at a time; if he wasn't, he was certainly going to gain practice.

Slowly, I detached my pussy from Nina's mouth and repositioned myself so Kevin received an unobstructed view. I was moist from a combination of Nina's saliva and my own redolent seepage. I parted my legs and displayed their lusciousness while furnishing a stark glimpse of my wet snatch. Kevin had my undivided attention; he didn't dare abandon my heated stare.

My hands traveled seductively over my voluptuous body, scooping up my huge tits and aligning the nipples. I gave them a tweak, then released them so that they bounced. I weaved over my flat stomach, then approached my damp pussy. My pubes glistened with honeyed dew. I streamed over that engorged mound, sobbing. I still ached from the effects of orgasm. Ohhhhhh. Gingerly, I inserted a finger into my juicy slit. It wasn't nearly enough to satisfy the longing that plagued me.

"Open your pants," I commanded. "Now."

Kevin, paralyzed with desire, was mute.

"Please," I sobbed. "I need you inside me."

My fingers slipped through the buttery warmth, creating intoxicating sounds. My chin went up and my vision blurred as I sought his compliance. When I peered at him again, I saw my efforts had panned out. Kevin wasn't nearly as defiant. His glossed eyes revealed he could no longer stay the impulse to have me. His defense mechanism had collapsed.

The girls delivered him to me. They climbed to their feet, plying him with soothing caresses. Their hands swam delightfully over his muscled arms, inviting him to pursue the sexual yearning that infected his mind. He offered no struggle, submitting to our erotic whims.

"It's going to be so good," Claudia murmured in his ear, then nibbled on it for practical measure. "This is your chance to be the man you always dreamed."

"Yes," Nina enthused. "Three women at once. Did you ever speculate whether you had enough to satisfy three appetites?"

"He does," I purred, then brushed his lips with mine. "He's fully equipped to handle the job."

As Claudia's hands fluttered over his network of stomach muscle, Kevin muttered, "If you reach any deeper, you're in for a big surprise."

"Oh, yeah," she emoted, clasping the metal tag of his zipper. "Let's see what you've got."

Kevin trembled as she undid the button of his jeans, then jerked his fly open. Our collective gasp served as affirmation to his remark. Wow! He packed a monster in those pants. That enormous cock twitched beneath our inquisitive touch.

"Couldn't wait to get your hands on it, huh?" he grunted, as though angry with himself for surrendering. "I knew you were working me up.

You deliberately gave me a hard-on."

"We can't help ourselves," Nina divulged. "When two well-hung studs make us their prisoner and lock us up in a room, it is bound to happen."

"Don't pretend you didn't want it," Claudia teased. "Nobody forced you to stay and watch."

He shrugged, unable to manufacture an adequate reason.

"You enjoyed seeing us lick pussy," I taunted while my fingers curled around his manly bulk. "It kindled your deep-seated fantasies. Men like observing women eating cunt. They love the sound of female lips and tongue when they're satisfying a horny woman." I stroked his hard dick, feeling its hunger magnify in my fist. "Isn't that the truth?"

He uttered nothing to the contrary. The massage I gave him heightened a burning desire. He was charged by the electricity of my palm.

Nina assisted in yanking his T-shirt up over his head. Kevin's chest was spectacular-golden fur on developed muscle. I could barely locate his nipples, surrounded by heavy matting. His forearms were as well-blanketed with dense ringlets, curving around his wrists.

Claudia tugged off his jeans. The gravity of her need precluded lady-like delicacy. She wanted nothing but skin between her and her partner.

Kevin remained my object of manipulation.

He moaned as I pumped him in my fist, squeezing that hard dick. My memory couldn't serve me with the last occasion in which I had a cock that didn't belong to a cop. Kevin measured to the conventional standards of one-or at least, the size I was used to having. There were some pretty large men in our group, and Kevin proved no exception. Ohhhhhhhhhhhh. I posted a mental note not to enjoy him as much as I probably could-out of respect, that was, to the men.

I did not have a talent for deception, so keeping my guard erect was of utmost importance.

"Woody's going to have my balls for this," he muttered under his breath.

"Not until we get them first," I said huskily. He throbbed strongly in my coil. His shaft extended prominently from my grasp, the bulbous head oozing. I slashed at that bead of jism that seeped from his cumhole with my tongue. "Mmmmmm. Oh, yeah. This is going to be so good."

Kevin, robbed of speech, gasped as I orally grazed him. He would make more interesting sounds once we really worked on him.

Now that he was naked, a breathless change occurred. We were lust-struck, realizing our starvation for a real man. Kevin possessed quality equipment: the kind that could keep three girls busy.

I opened my mouth and admitted that bloated crown. My lips fastened just below the protruding rim. I tickled the delicate section where the large vein that ran along his underside ended and that fleshy helmet began. Mmmmmm. He was scrumptious.

Nina lapped his balls, choosing the opposite realm. When I saw that gliding pink tip, my pulse raced. Nina licked well. I could still feel that bubble formation in my cunt just before she snapped each and all of them with a palpitating brush.

Kevin shivered. "Jesus," he gasped excitedly. It was un-likely that he had two mouths on him before. My lips swooped lowered, consuming more of that delicious shaft. Nina gave his balls a bubble bath, lavishing them with hot drool, then wiping them clean.

Claudia attended to him from above. She molded her alluring body to his, trailing stirring kisses from his heaving chest to the base of his neck. The silky whisper of her sensual lips dispensed electricity.

His system was visibly overloaded by the collective flurry of our oral gifts. He closed his eyes, emptying all but our loving flutter from his mind. "Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah." His tone was of complete surrender. He remitted himself to our lustful custody.

I sucked his dick good and hard, welding my supple lips to its skin. I took as much as permissible in my mouth, descending his incredible span. He trembled while enclosed, baking in the warmth. My saliva edged from beneath my oral clamp, trickling methodically to his balls. Nina tended to the disorder, lashing over the tight sack and blending her spit with mine.

Kevin clenched and unclenched his fists, welcoming the startling new sensations we originated. The orchestration of them was not difficult, but did require the tapping of our creativity. His throat muscles functioned in an effort to swallow. His reluctance to have us quench the physical demand of his body dissolved. He openly invited us to serve him.

"Mmmmmm," I sobbed, rubbing his rigid cock with my lips. Up and down I went, lending the most exquisite friction in the world. His resulting groan informed me to repeat that titillating sequence, that it afforded him maximum satisfaction. I massaged him with my mouth while plying intermittent sucks. His cock enjoyed sizzling compression. My movements were quick and lively, fetching his strongest impulses and bringing them forward. "Mmmmmmmmmm. Ohhhhhh." I gobbled him up, indulging myself with generous mouthfuls of his dick. My lips sliced over that towering shaft until I nearly met Nina's expert tip. She tongued his balls to perfection, and even included the sensitive flesh of his inner thighs in her slippery detail. Her gorgeous expression seemed to relate that she took pleasure in providing that service. I drew inspiration from her involved look.

"Christ," he muttered, choking on his own air supply.

Claudia silenced him with her mouth, covering his and, from the sound of it, inserting her tongue. A long, soul-searching kiss ensued, punctuated by the brush of her nipples to his chest. I saw those erect nubs get tangled in the wiry mesh that lined his chest. Knowing of Claudia's penchant for hairy men, that had been calculated.

I caused Kevin to moan from my tongue depression. His cock was trapped in my throat, receiving fierce suction. I surmised that if I sucked him any harder, he would-likely explode. I adhered to that theory, slobbering his dick in a saliva-rich pucker. Nina fed him encouragement, too, lashing those balls with abundant spit. We soaked his equipment with our combined drool without coming up for air.

like it or not, Kevin was going to develop an addiction for us. We would master his sexual impulses and control them with a crook of our finger.

Nina deserted his balls in favor of joining me in a spirited licking. She selected one side of him, while I did the other. Our tongues whipped about his manly cock, distributing hot saliva and charged incentive. Few men would have been able to endure the treatment we gave Kevin for long. We darted and tormented and bestowed ecstasy as never before. I could feel the orgasmic vibrations assemble beneath my curling tip. Mmmmmmmmmmmm. Going nonstop, we caused his breathing to labor. Having two tongues engage his cock propelled his desire, precipitating strong urges that could only be brought to one, irresistible conclusion. We slurped him until there was no other recourse but to shoot.

On the heels of Claudia's tormenting kiss, Kevin muttered, "I'm gonna cum."

Nina and I observed the jism boiling up. It was something to watch. Kevin bellowed in ecstasy as it spurt, splattering both our faces, then rolled down his shaft in copious amounts-a fountain of virile flavor. We licked the cum right off, smacking our lips at the tasty flow. It poured from his tip in creamy profusion and swirled into our mouths. We cleaned every bit of it-even the remnants that seeped from his aggravated cumhole.

Claudia soothed him with kisses from the base of his neck to his temple. Kevin merely watched through tired eyes as we gulped down his abundant discharge.

"Jesus," he gasped, shuddering with orgasm as we pecked at him with our lips and tongues. His senses were allegedly shot from the looks of him.

I thought about sneaking into his pants for the key, but thought better of it. We didn't know of Woody's whereabouts and could foolishly stumble into his hands. No, we had to leverage our position and nourish the belief that we wanted nothing more than to be of erotic service.

"Not a word of this to Woody," Kevin said, zipping up his pants. "I don't want any trouble."

"We promise," I murmured. "As long as you keep coming back."

"We like you," Nina professed. "And we want more of you."

He assessed our innocent expressions. "We'll see."

We knew, however, that Kevin had already cast his vote in favor of accepting the danger attached. What man would refuse three horny women at his beck and call?

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