"This looks kind of fishy to me," Candy said nervously when she finally met Rick at the apartment. He was surrounded by about six of his young friends, and she could tell they'd been drinking, probably, all the way there and they were high on dope. "These are beasts! If you want to impress them by putting me down-1 don't think I want you that much."
"Jonie said you'd go, and you're fucking well gonna go," the boy said, grabbing her wrist and twisting it until Candy winced. "Sure, they're dum-dum, but they spread the word, and I'm a tall dog on my own turf. Don't sweat, Candy doll. Nothing's gonna happen you don't want. Either we fix it my way now, or I walk out the fucking door!"
"Is-is Jonie here?" Candy mumbled, confused.
"She'll be along," he said. "And get out of those damn jeans and into your shortest dress. I want them to see what I got."
Almost in tears, the shapely dark-haired actress complied. In the bedroom she shed her slacks and thin sweater and slipped a revealingly short off-white sheath over her head and saw with dismay that the bikini panties she wore were not nearly opaque enough. The deep fleshy furrow of her cunt could clearly be seen, and a fringe of dark pubic hair showed along the elastic edges at her "vee". To say nothing of the way the flimsy material worked into the crack of her ass-cheeks after she took a few steps, leaving her smoothly rounded ass-cheeks virtually bare.
A horrifying thought came to her confused mind. If Rick felt he had to humiliate and subjugate her to prove to his friends how much she was in his power-could he possibly intend to fuck her with them present?
No, he'd never think of such a thing, she was sure. Her mind was diverted by the arrival of Jonie who was wearing an equally brief outfit, but all of soft orange suede, with thigh-high boots to match. She looked exotic in a somewhat gaudy way, almost like some of the women pictured in the offbeat men's magazines that focused on whips and spurs. She immediately put her arms around Candy, and the touch of her soft mouth and darting tongue quickly brought back the time they had spent together. The dark-haired movie star was overwhelmingly glad to have another woman at hand, and Jonie assured her she looked perfect.
A drink was pressed into her hand as soon as she and Jonie returned to the party. Candy felt she needed something to ease her nerves and she quickly drained the glass, only to find another quickly handed to her. The liquor tasted strange, but, as she hardly ever drank, the flavor meant nothing to her, and it was both soothing and refreshing. Just the two glasses eased her nervousness, almost made her giddy, and she impulsively embraced Rick as soon as she had the chance, kissing him hotly and pressing her nearly-naked body against his tightly.
"Forgive me, darling?" she mumbled against his mouth.
The boy's arms went around her and his strong fingers dug into the tight crease of her ass-cheeks, kneading them as he returned her kiss. Candy knew they must make a lewd, obscene spectacle in front of the other youths, but she didn't care, not even when he moved one hand up to pull open the top of her dress and cup one naked tit. She could only moan and writhe lewdly against him, realizing how much she had wanted him.
"Take me in the bedroom," she whispered, pleading.
"Later, Candy." His fingers slid over the rich curves of her body, down to her cuntal "vee" and explored under the thin panties slipping into the tight hair-lined furrow of her cunt, arousing her clitoris, making her groan with an urgent need. She couldn't understand what was wrong with her, wanting him to take her, immediately, so wildly. And right now she didn't care if others saw it happening.
"That stuff's really hitting her," Jonie said to Rick. "Remember I get her first. The first one of these punks that tries to fuck me up gets a blade up his ass."
"Cool it," the handsome teenager said curtly. "One more belt of Spanish fly, and she'll be raping you."
His words were close to the truth. Candy continued to drink, and an uncontrollable itch grew up between her legs. It felt as though her wildly pulsating cunt were on fire. She made it to the bathroom and dashed cold water of her face, but that didn't help. On her way out, she collided with Jonie. Candy stumbled and would have fallen if the younger girl hadn't caught her.
"Hey! You look sort of stoned," Jonie said. "You okay?"
"A little woozy," Candy admitted.
"Then come on, lie down for a minute. The guys are talking stud talk and won't miss us."
Candy allowed herself to be led, and Jonie's suggestion that she take her dress off so it wouldn't get wrinkled seemed sensible. Jonie assured her the door was locked, and then helped her get naked. Candy lay gratefully on the big bed. Her wig seemed uncomfortably tight, so she took it off too, and her long black hair splashed across the pillows. She was barely surprised to see Jonie stripping too. The pure olive-hued beauty of the black girl's body captivated her. The legs were so long and slender, ass-cheeks so smooth and perfectly-rounded, flowing into generous hips and then pinching in to a wasp-waist. And her darkly swollen tits stood out like miniature coral-tipped mountains. They jiggled as Jonie gracefully slid beside her in the bed.
Without hesitation, Candy rolled into the inviting arms and opened her eager mouth for Jonie's teasing tongue. The younger girl's fingers quickly moved to the actress' wetly heated pussy, parting the sensitive outer lips and dancing over the hardening clitoris bud of Candy's.
"Ummmmmmmmm…" the brunette moaned and didn't resist as the girl took her hand and guided it between the long dark legs and up to the black curling hair of her cuntal "vee".
Candy began to stroke the warm, moist flanges of the other girl's pussy as if she had done this a thousand times before. She slithered down until she could capture one of Jonie's darkly rounded little tits between her lips and suck on the protruding nipples as she and the dark-haired beauty lewdly caressed each other. "So soft and smooth… and beautiful."
Jonie's hands held her close, stroking her tangled mass of dark hair, and Candy found herself lost in a reverie, experiencing sensations she had admitted to never knowing before, lying in the arms of another woman. As from a great distance, she heard Jonie whispering.
"Remember when you wanted to go down on me?"
"Ummmmmmm…" Candy moaned, still sucking the soft warmth of her tit.
"You know they're going to fuck us… all of them" Jonie murmured. "We could have each other first."
The words shocked Candy. She wanted to get up and run, but just the word "fuck" set off a new surge of excited heat in her loins, and she knew she couldn't flee because she wanted to be fucked by them all, but, at the same time, she wanted Jonie first. "How can we do it to each other?" she mumbled.
Moving with the agility of an eel, the black girl quickly showed her. Candy found herself lying on her side, face-to-loins with the young female. She could see the pink flanges of Jonie's cunt through the dark curling hairs, and her nostrils flared at the rich woman-scent.
"Start kissing and licking baby," Jonie whispered, at the same time parting Candy's trembling thighs and burying her beautiful dark face between them. Candy hesitated only until she felt the tongue slithering into her heatedly quivering pussy, and then, with a sigh of surrender and desire, brought her own hungry mouth down eagerly on Jonie's cunt as the latter's legs spread wide to her. From that point, everything became natural, and Candy needed no guidance or encouragement.
Her fingers spread the pulsing wet slit of flesh wide and the searching tip of her tongue eagerly delved into the glistening depths of the black teenager's wetly throbbing pussy.
The taste electrified Candy and she eagerly licked and sucked, even as she felt the same being done to herself. Jonie's pussy mound began to thrust down hard against her slurping mouth and Candy's searching tongue soon discovered the nib of the other woman's clitoris. She licked it and then drew it between her avid lips, sucking hard, hearing Jonie's gasps of pleasure. The dark-haired girl's slender thighs tightened around her burrowing face, and Candy pulled them open to gain greater access to the wet fragrant target. The fury of their carnal passions overcame them, and the lewdly entwined women began to roll and thrash on the bed, and the room was filled with the aromatic aromas of their aroused pussies and the wet sounds of their hungrily-working mouths.
Everything except the sweet cunt she was devouring so greedily became an abstraction for the dark-haired movie star. She felt Jonie's tongue drilling into her own pussy, easing the terrible fire which raged there, as she urgently fucked her pussy up to the other girl's beautiful young face. It seemed only a few minutes before the tide of wanton lust overwhelmed them both. Even as Candy felt her loins quake and begin to gush hot, sweet cum into Jonie's hotly sucking lips, the other girl climaxed, and her delicious secretions poured from the depths of her heaving pussy into Candy's gluttonous mouth.
In a moment of abstraction, Candy realized then that a woman didn't cum the way a man did, in hot gushing spurts, but in a steady sweet flow of warm honey. It was something she'd never thought of before, as she eagerly licked at the silver river of nectar that streamed from the black girl's cunt and felt Jonie's more experienced but no more eager tongue doing the same to her. Exhausted and satiated, the two girls lay nakedly together while the fiery passion subsided.
Candy's head was whirling and she didn't realize they had been discovered until she heard a voice say, "Well, ain't they sweet together!"
Dazedly, she raised her cum-smeared face and focused her glazed eyes on Rick in the doorway. All of his teenage friends crowded behind him for a better look, their hot eyes glowing in excitement.
"Shit, that's Candy Mullender!" one exclaimed. "Rick's been fucking Candy Mullender!"
"What's good enough for Rick Benton, is good enough for us, hey?" another said, and they surged into the room, grabbing for both suddenly terrified girls. Another said, "I'm gonna see if that mouth sucks a prick as good as it sings!"
"Oh shit, oh damn!" Jonie swore softly. She knew with one glassy eyed look that they were stoned and drunk, and this was one helluva lot more than she'd bargained for. She'd wanted to pot Candy down, help Rick get her set up-but not this. She'd been gang-banged by this bunch before, and it was a bad scene. She could take it, but she was afraid it would kill Candy, but the Benton boy was quicker and not as drunk as the others. He got between them and the girls, and suddenly he had a knife in his hand.
"Which one of you motherfuckers wants to get burned first?" he said coolly.
That stopped them. It was rumored that Rick was a tough kid who would use that knife. As they muttered threats, he said, "We'll fuck both of them-that's what we're here for. No sense to fucking beatup cunt. Dig?"
His buddies were not about to argue with a knife, and what Rick said made sense to them. Both girls were scared shitless. They could be fucked all night, over and over, all kinds of ways. They muttered agreement, and Rick put the knife away. He went to the bed and looked down at the cowering Candy.
"Hang loose, honey. You'll dig it. And then you'll really be one of us. Just do what I say, huh?"
"Yes, Rick," Candy said abjectly.
"That's better. Now turn on your belly and get up on your knees and elbows. I'm gonna fuck you in the asshole!"
"Oh my God!" the startled dark-haired actress cried out. It was unthinkable! How had she ever let herself be drawn into such a vile situation? Dear God, wasn't there a way to escape? Looking at their lust-contorted faces, she knew it was hopeless. She could only submit, but pleaded weakly with Rick, "Not there! Please!"
"Listen, these guys wanta see you get it up the ass. If I do it, you know I'll slip it to you easy. Ask Jonie. I get it into her asshole so smooth she hardly feels it, and then she can't get enough. Now if I let somebody like Fredo- that's the big guy with the dumb face-do it to you, he'll split your asshole wide open. He's hung like a mule. Right, Fredo?"
"You betcha fucking ass," Fredo said, and to prove it opened his fly and drew out the most enormous cock Candy had ever imagined. Even Jonie gasped at the size of it, and the massive balls which hung heavy with semen at its base. "You loosen her asshole tip, and I'll get it in."
"Better do like I tell you," Rick said as he quickly stripped and stood naked over the cowering recording artist. His virile young cock that she had loved so much stood hard and thick, throbbing inches from her glazed eyes. She wanted his beautiful cock, despite the awful humiliation of the circumstances; but in her cunt, not her virginal anus! Yet she could tell that was how it would be. Tears welled from her eyes as, like a robot, she knelt subserviently on the bed as directed and spread her knees wide.
"Wider – and get your pretty ass up higher," Rick said curtly as he climbed up behind her submissively kneeling figure, his strong young thighs prying between her own until she thought the tendons would tear loose. His left hand stroked her fearfully trembling body and reached under her heaving torso to cup and squeeze the soft pliant mounds of her tits. She steeled herself for the first cruel contact with the throbbing blood-swollen head of his thick cock against her tiny rectal opening. But it wasn't his cock that she felt first, but the slithering wetness of his tongue lancing moist fire down – the center of her spine, and against her will the brunette star gasped with sudden arousal.
His hot mouth teasingly moved lower, then lost contact for a minute, only to glue itself tightly to the distended lips of her aroused cunt. "Oooooohhh!!" she moaned in unwilling pleasure as his tongue darted up and down the sensitive fleshy slit and then speared deep into the heated depths of her cuntal channel, probing expertly. She gasped and screwed her loins back hard to his handsome young face and began to rock on hands and knees, already being brought to an orgasm. Her pussy had never felt so hotly aroused before, and now she realized there must have been something in the drinks. Well, whatever if was, if it could make her feel like this, she wanted more of it.
"Rick!" Candy pleaded. "Somebody get me another drink. I'm on fire." Somebody brought one, in a tall glass, frigid with ice. Even as her wildly throbbing pussy was being licked, the kneeling brunette drank it down eagerly. From that point on, she didn't care what happened. All she wanted was long hard cocks any way she could get them. And there was no doubt her desires would be fulfilled, because now all the other teenagers were stripped naked, waving and stroking their hugely throbbing cock-staffs.
She saw one, a thin boy of about sixteen, beckon to Jonie. Without any sign of emotion, the beautiful black girl knelt in front of him and began licking and sucking, her cheeks hollowing and swelling as she worked on his adolescent loins.
Suddenly Rick's tongue slid from her cunt and was running the tight rubbery rose of her anus again. Candy sighed and tried to spread her splayed ass-cheeks even wider as the tip of his tongue penetrated the forbidden depths of her rectal passage. She was caught up in the lewd obscenity of the moment-they could do anything they wanted with her, just as long as they did something-FAST!
"Fuck me! Fuck me there, Rick!" she pleaded.
"You betcha sweet ass! Screw back when you feel it!"
Then the soft-cushioned head of his iron-hard cock was pressing warmly against the wet puckering ring of her tiny anus, and Candy gasped when she realized how big his cock really was! It could never fit into her there. She tried to squirm away, but his strong hands grabbed her hips and held her helpless as he pressed relentlessly forward, painfully stretching her resistant anal muscle.
"Aaaauuuggghhh… ooohhh…" the brunette actress groaned.
"Relax, damn it, so I can get it in!" he grunted, and the flat of his hand cracked painfully across the straining flesh of her nakedly upraised ass-cheeks. Candy cried out in shock, but the slap accomplished its purpose. For a second her tightly clenched ass-cheeks muscles relaxed, and suddenly his mushroom-shaped cock-head stretched her wide and popped inside the puckering anal ring, firmly wedged in place up inside her tight rectal opening.
"Oh damn," she groaned, sure his hugely virile young cock was going to kill her. The beautiful dark-haired actress hung her head docilely and waited for the full impalement, but it didn't come immediately, or even begin for several more moments. Rick remained immobile, crouched above her with just the tip of his long thick cock in her straining rectum. Candy found her body adjusting to the unnatural presence and her anal ring slowly opening in hunger. It was she who made the first move to get more of his wonderfully hardened cock, slowly rocking back and forth, beginning to swing her milk-white hips from side to side.
She felt his virile rod of flesh gradually sinking into her cringing anal passage, hurting but in some strange masochistic way also feeling good, and she heard herself whisper, "Deeper, Rick. Fuck deeper in me!"
His strong young back corded as he began to thrust up into her hot rectal depths, with a steady rhythm. The movement, the inexorable drilling up into her tightly puckered anus started the pain again, enough to bring tears to Candy's eyes, but the sensation was so wild, so overwhelming that she could stand the pain. Gritting her teeth, the kneeling dark-haired actress began to lewdly rotate her naked white ass-cheeks, feeling his hot pulsating male hardness going deeper and deeper into her widely-stretched anus with each circular motion. It felt as though a baseball bat were being hammered into her-and the teenager was being so damn slow about it he was driving her crazy!
"For God's sake," she cried out in frustration. "Fuck me! Fuck my ass, Rick!"
And when he complied, she screamed, and her cry was one of exaltation and agony. With one vicious lunge he rammed to his full depth into her distended anus, so hard he toppled the dark-haired movie star forward onto her face and her heavy nakedly full tits were flattened on the mattress-now the sensation had changed-no longer a baseball bat, now it felt like a red-hot bar of steel had been jammed up into her rectum.
"Eeeeyyyaaazzhhh!!!" she screamed again, her raven hair tossing as her head flailed from side to side and she tried to escape the punishing shaft of virile flesh. But the teenager's weight came down hard and heavy, pinning her, and she could only lie still, sobbing until her painfully stretched rectum again began to adjust to the brutal invasion.
"Up and we'll fuck, Candy," he said into her ear, while his hands were pulling her up to her knees and elbows again. "Just fuck up into me like it was your cunt."
Completely subjugated, the raven-tressed beauty tried to obey. In a mirror she caught a glimpse of the slender blonde youth poised behind her, the long thick shaft of his cock buried almost to the hilt in her defenseless anal opening. Experimentally she swayed and rocked, and was surprised that it felt so good to have him moving in her rectum. She began to churn her taut young ass-cheeks, back against him as he slowly fucked in and out of her lewdly-stretched anus. With each thrusting lunge, she grunted, feeling diminishing pain, and finally, the first sweet surges of pleasure. His hot throbbing cock was sliding in and out of her taut anal passage like a well-greased wagon-shaft now, his sperm-heavy balls smacking wetly and flattening against her splayed ass-cheeks with every stroke, and it seemed his lust-swollen cock-tip was ramming almost up to her throat from behind. Abruptly there was no more pain, only wild, sensual pleasure, much of which came from the lewd spectacle she knew she presented to the obscenely watching boys and Jonie.
If only my millions of fans could see me right now! Candy thought momentarily in wry amusement as she ground her naked hips urgently back toward her fifteen year old lover's loins, trying to draw Rick's virile young cock even deeper into her tightly-clutching anus. The brunette star realized she was an eager participant in what she had always thought was the vilest, most obscene of all possible acts, and she abruptly amended her former conservative point of view, adding, It is until you try it!
Like straight fucking, she supposed, the first time must be the hardest. After that you're not up tight. As if to confirm this guess, she saw Jonie kneel on the far end of the bed and reach back to pull her perfectly molded ass-cheeks wide apart while the monster boy Fredo got behind her and with one smooth stroke, slid his huge monstrous cock fully into her puckering little anus without any preliminaries such as licking it or sucking her pussy. And Jonie didn't even blink, just began to fuck wildly back on the massively pummeling rod of male flesh. Well, what Jonie could do, I can do just as well, if not better, Candy vowed, and wantonly began to churn her fleshy ass-cheeks and hump back at the long invading cock ramming up into her anal channel, glorying in the reaming she was absorbing.
"Damn! You're gonna kill me with that tight little asshole," Rick cried out.
"You wanted my ass!" she screamed in lewdly mounting passion as the Spanish Fly and her own heated desires broke through her last barriers of respectability. "Now fuck it, or get out of the way for someone who will!"
"Up yours, Candy baby," he retorted and wildly rammed the full length of his throbbing cock into her steaming rectal depths, buffeting her without mercy.
"I-I'm cuuuummmming!" she began to whimper, then cry and scream as the great torrent of thick juices flowed from her flexing cunt-lips to coat her thighs and his heavy smacking balls. "Oh, Rick! Hammer it to me! Fill my ass with your hot prick! Cum, darling! I want to feel you cumming in meeeee!!"
Savagely he drilled his long rampant hardness into her convulsively puckering ring. She felt his thick pulsating cock swelling until it seemed like the huge rubbery knob at the end of his pillaging staff would burst. And then the hot squirting of his cum began to fill her yearning rectum, coating its already-slick walls and the thickness of his jackhammering rod of flesh. His fingers bit cruelly into the soft flesh of her wiggling wantonly-waving ass-cheeks as thick streams of his scalding cum squirted out around the base of his deeply-planted cock and streamed down her sweating legs to puddle obscenely on the sheets.
Completely spent, Candy collapsed on the bed, belly down and panting as Rick slowly pulled out of her trembling ass-cheeks, his softening cock making a wet squishing sound and bringing with it long strings of thickening white cum which trailed across her white spasmodically clenching ass-cheeks. Another of the boys wanted to take her immediately, but Rick stopped him saying she had to have some rest and another drink. She was grateful for the respite, although now thoroughly aroused she wanted as much cock as she could get.
Somebody brought her a drink and a lighted cigarette, and only after she puffed deeply did she realize it was marijuana. Hell, she thought, what's a little pot after all this? She took a deep hit as she had been taught to do and let the strong smoke fill her lungs and start her floating. They waited for the spiked drink and pot to take effect, and then another of the boys told her to get on her knees again.
"Cool it," Rick said, his voice hard. "Her asshole belongs to me. Fuck her straight or she can suck you.
Although Rick was younger and smaller than most of the others, and the newest member of the gang, he was without doubt the leader. He obviously carried the same qualities Candy had noticed in his work down to all levels of his life.
"Fuck my cunt," she begged, turning of her back and opening her legs in wide, lewd invitation. "My cunt is burning."
A boy whose name she didn't even know immediately mounted her and thrust his hips forward, driving his eagerly pulsating cock up into her belly with one smooth stroke to fill her yearning cuntal cavity. Sighing in pleasure, she tightly wrapped arms and legs around him and began to fuck with all her nearly-insane strength. As she felt his rod of hard cock flesh pistoning in and out of her ecstatically quivering pussy, she wondered, Just what the hell is in those drinks? Whatever it was didn't matter now. It worked! It worked beautifully! And everything was beautiful until the shrill blast of a police whistle seemed to shatter walls and windows.
Like a scene in a movie theater when something goes wrong with the projector and all action stops with the actors in strange positions, everyone froze. Nothing moved except cocks instantly going soft.
Lieutenant Vance Dawson and Sergeant Tom Stanford were dressed entirely in black. Tight-fitting jeans and rubber-soled shoes, turtleneck sweaters. They had ugly black guns in their fists too. They had come up ropes and over rooftops.
"Up against the wall, motherfuckers," Dawson said with a gesture of his stubby.357 Magnum Smith and Wesson. "Climb and spread 'em!"
"Where the hell would any of them hide a piece, Vance?" his partner asked, grinning, his eyes moving to take in the two naked and obviously fucked-out women.
"Who are you cock-suckers?" Rick said defiantly.
"We're cat burglars, boy," the lieutenant said. "We just went into business tonight, and already we swiped two hundred cats. Now we've come for your pussy. MOVE!"
The boys lined up, spread-eagled and trembling against the wall. As the sergeant covered him, Vance Dawson shook the room down. He found Rick's gun and slipped it into a pocket. He found a half lid of prime grass and confiscated that.
"You want to call anybody?" his partner asked.
"No point," the lieutenant said. "We'll handle this ourselves. Herd these bastards out in the living room where we can work."
The now-terrified teenagers meekly moved ahead of the gun into the living room. Their nakedness, in contrast to the sinister black garb of the intruders, stole from what little courage they had.
Candy and Jonie were made to come also. The boys were lined up along the front walls, and the women told to sit on the sofa. The sergeant put his gun away and the lieutenant handed him his own revolver. He studied his captives through the smoked glasses effected by bike cops, picking Rick out.
"You," he said, his voice cutting like a chain saw. "You smartass punk! You think you can fuck around with a girl who means millions of dollars to big people? You dumb shit! I've got an open contract on you. But I won't kill you. I'll just make you wish I would. Then when you get out of the hospital, you can tell your buddies how groovy it is to fuck up a million-dollar talent-until you get caught."
Without another word the big, rangy cop picked Rick up with one hand by the hair of his head. He held him a full foot off the floor and began to,work him over with his gloved left hand, slapping and digging with stiffened fingers, not using a clenched fist. He was an expert. There would be no permanent marks, but it would be weeks before Rick Benton would walk upright or go more than an hour without having to urinate in great pain.
The lieutenant's strong arm might have been the boom of a crane as for more than five minutes he held the screaming, pleading boy in the air and his left hand blurred with the swift violence of his punishment. When he dropped him, Rick curled into a ball and cried like a baby.
Candy had screamed in protest at first, and then subsided, knowing she could do nothing.
Jonie Karson showed no emotion, and felt none. Rick had gotten too big for his boots, and now he was paying. She knew the violence of the ghetto, if the farm boy didn't. The big guy was hardly giving him a spanking by those standards. He was lucky they didn't break his neck and stuff him down the nearest manhole cover. Lieutenant Vance Dawson was by no means finished. He had merely warmed up had flexed his iron-hard muscles. He looked at the remaining half-dozen cowering boys.
"The odds are about right," he said in a soft voice. "I am going to beat the living shit out of all of you at once. Anything goes. Get with it!"
He hit the first boy in line, Fredo before the hulking teenager could get his hands up. His fist went straight to the overlarge nose, flattening it, making blood spurt. As Fredo cried out in pain and covered his face, the lieutenant kicked him in the balls. As the boy doubled over, a rabbit punch to the back of the neck dropped him like a stone. The whole thing took less than three ticks of a clock.
From that point on, it was a case of trying to catch them before they could run naked from the room. They piled up in the doorway and the black-clad lieutenant was all over the squirming, screaming tangle of teenager, and it was over almost before it really got started. Had they rallied and faced him, they could have overcome him by sheer weight of numbers, but they were totally disorganized and he was an avenging, wrathful angel. Only a few pieces of furniture got broken, and there was surprisingly little blood.
"You, girl," he said to Jonie. "Collect whatever clothes these pachucos had and see they get into them and to hell out of here." He pointed at Candy. "You get your ass in the bedroom and wait."
Completely cowed, the two women did as they were told. In a few minutes the boys, one helping another, were dressed and limping and crawling away, thoroughly convinced they had gotten into something far above their heads.
Candy and Jonie did not think to cover their own nakedness. They were still too shocked by the sudden turn of events, and neither could account for the sudden appearance of the two black-clad men. Candy knew the agency would use drastic measures when it had to, but her dalliance with Rick certainly wasn't worth this!
"Who are you?" she whispered as the two brawny men came into the bedroom. "Did Jason Wells send you?"
"I sent me," Lieutenant Vance Dawson said as he produced his identification and badge. "This is a private raid. I don't think any of those punks is going to beef. You were headed for hell in a hand basket Candy, and your ass is too pretty for what was ahead of you. You could beef me for this but I doubt you will. The D.A. would have to bust you too.
"I know you now!" she said in awe. "You're the cop. You took my Mercedes for a spin."
"And you chased me in my own car," the youthful cop said with a grin. "I've got a car you might get jollies from."
"I know I should thank you," Candy murmured. "But did you have to be so-so brutal?"
"The only language they understand," the big, rangy cop said. "If you don't believe me, ask the girl."
"It's true, Candy," Jonie said. "You went to the zoo and played with the young tigers. Wyatt Earp here came along before they chewed your throat out." She glanced at Sgt. Stanford, lifted an eyebrow interestedly and added, "I guess this must be the cavalry."
"Tom Stanford," the other said, grinning.
"Well, score one for the guys in the white hats," Candy said, quickly regaining her poise. "What now?"
"We're no different than any other guys," Vance Dawson said. "We like to fuck."
Well, Candy told herself, there's always a price to pay. They were handsome and virile young men. And she still had the terrible burning need in her pussy from the spiked drinks. She knew that if she went out of the apartment now it would be to the nearest bar or drive-in where she would wantonly offer herself to the first thing that looked like it had a cock, regardless of what it entailed.
"I need to be fucked," she admitted. "I feel messy-you know? Let me clean up."
"Me, too," Jonie said.
They went into the bathroom, quickly filled the tub and got into it together, soaping and washing each other. At the mere touch of the other girl's hands, Candy became overwhelmingly aroused.
"Damn, you do need cock," Jonie said as she teased the long outthrusting nipples of Candy's heavily heaving tits. "The Spanish Fly really hit you."
"Something did," Candy moaned, wanting to be fondled.
"We've got to bring you down," Jonie said with authority born of experience. "The three of us at once."
"Three of you!" Candy gasped. She had never heard of such a thing. "How can you ever… how can I ever…"
"I'll show you," Joanie promised, kissing her full on the mouth.
Back in the bedroom, Jonie held a quick, whispered conversation with the two now-naked cops. The lieutenant blinked at the proposal but finally, agreed that only an overwhelming experience would quench Candy's internal fires. As though mesmerized, not sure just what was going to happen to her, Candy allowed herself to be led to the bed. She looked hungrily at the hugely lust-ready cock of the lieutenant and his sidekick; wanting them, needing them any way. She'd suck or fuck or spread her ass cheeks… Anything!
But it was Jonie who took her first. Jonie who drew her down to the bed and began kissing her and kneading her sensitive flesh squeezing the firm roundness of her milky-white tits and then her firm ass-cheeks as her mouth closed on the aroused nipples. And then as the voluptuous brunette moaned in mounting desire and with the promise of ecstasy, Jonie was moving lower, her hot, lashing tongue spearing into the dilating lips of Candy's hotly pulsing cunt. Just the darting touch of it blurred the image of the two lewdly-grinning cops who were awaiting their cue. Candy began to thrust her pussy forward in a lewd eagerness, rolling on the bed.
Then strong hands were turning her on her side, and Jonie was shifting to keep oral contact with her pulsating pussy. She was aware of Vance Dawson sliding into the bed, pressing his long, muscular body tight to her back. And then the hot pulsing tip of his cock was pressing between her quivering ass-cheeks as Jonie's skilled fingers spread them wide.
Candy barely groaned as she felt the huge bulbous cock head shoving hard and then popping through the tightly-clenched ring of her anus. What she had guessed was right-the first time was the roughest! Now she wanted all his long cock up her rectal passage, and she humped back, trying to pull it deeper into her straining body.
"Aaaaaauuuuuggggghhhhh!" she moaned as the thick cock-shaft slid upward, pushing waves of tender, resilient flesh before it. "It's so biiiiigggg!"
"Hurting?" the cop asked, stopping for a moment.
"Hurting… nice hurting," Candy mumbled, grinding her wide-stretched ass-cheeks back. "Deeper… fuck deeper!"
He began to stroke into her, a fraction of an inch farther each time. It felt like somebody was shoving a giant tree into her rectum, but Candy wanted all of it, wanted to feel his heavy cum-laden balls nestled in the crease of her ass-cheeks, have his thick virile cock-shaft pointing in and out of her cruelly-stretched anus. And then, with a mighty lunge, the lieutenant sank his rampant spear of flesh to the hilt. Candy screamed in shock, but her body responded, humping back to absorb all the rigid cock shaft of flesh that threatened to rip her apart.
She no longer cared, as she began to churn her hips wildly, feeling him ream and thrust in perfect rhythm, and his cum-heavy balls smacking the lips of her distended pussy even as Jonie's soft mouth sucked of her clitoris and her tongue teased it wildly.
"Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck, meeeee!" she chanted. Joanie lifted her head, her dark curling hair tumbling over Candy's quaking belly.
"Candy," she said softly, "it's only the beginning. Now we're going to sandwich you!"
Candy did not understand the term, but she didn't care. Anything they wanted to do with her was beautiful!
Abruptly, Jonie drew back, and into her place moved the sergeant Stanford, his long thick cock rigid and throbbing with an undeniable virility. He pressed in tight against her belly as Vance Dawson rammed wildly into her straining little anus. Suddenly she realized what Jonie had meant by "sandwich".
"I can't take both of you at once!" she protested.
"Sure you can, Candy. You'll love it, once they both get in," Jonie assured her.
Trembling in anticipation, Candy allowed her long trembling legs to be spread wide. Buried deep in the hot buttery depths of her rectum, the lieutenant paused and waited for his partner to position himself. Candy saw the blood-swollen head of his cock, and then it disappeared into the forest of her ebony hair, and she felt it pushing into the dilated, fleshy folds of her cuntal lips. She was flowing wet, but didn't see how she could take it. But she was sure the lust-driven cop would get it into her somehow, if he had to cut her open! She whimpered in pain and fright as he jerked his hips forward and his thick fleshy rod of cock flesh penetrated the outer lips of her pussy and centered on the opening of her cuntal channel. In abject resignation, she closed her eyes and awaited her fate.
"Now!" the lieutenant said. "Fuck her!"
Like a torpedo, his long rigid maleness plowed up into the very depths of her futilely clenching cunt. Candy screamed at the top of her lungs as she felt it tear into her, with only the thin membrane of her pussy and rectal passages separating it from the hot pulsating cock already deeply buried in her lewdly-stretched rectal passage. The two men locked their arms around her nakedly squirming body and held her immobile as she sobbed, and then gradually her tears ceased as she felt her violated young body stretching, adjusting to the dual impalement.
"In and out," the lieutenant said with a grin. "A one, and a two, and a three and FUCK HER!"
They began thrusting their thick rigid cocks in and out of her tightly clasping cunt and anus in perfect rhythm. Candy could feel the hugely virile cock staffs rubbing against each other deep in her belly. They began slowly, and then speeded their pace, never missing a beat. She was buffeted between them like a tennis ball, feeling Dawson's hard-muscled belly smack against the soft curves of her creamy ass-cheeks and then the sergeant's bony pelvis ramming hard against her pussy mound.
"Aaaaassuuuuugghhh… ooooohhhhh!" she cried, but the fucking went on relentlessly, one long hard cock ramming into her as the other withdrew, only to plunge again into the steaming depths of her trembling loins. Soon, the naked young brunette reached a peak where pain turned to pleasure, and her sensually quivering body wildly responded to the obscene double penetration, and she began to gasp, "Oooooh, Goooood! Fuck! Both of you fuck hard! Get your pricks way up in me! Fuck… FUCK MEEEEEEEE!"
The lust-crazed brunette could never have imagined anything like this. It wasn't the love she had vainly sought with Rick Benton. Now she realized she wasn't programmed for love. She was built to fuck! To be violated, humiliated, used by men! That was what she needed! Only through being completely subjugated could she find pleasure.
And now Jonie was moving in again, kissing her soft white tits, chewing and sucking the nipples, arousing her to an even higher peak. When Jonie shifted, pushing the sergeant's muscular torso out of the way and lowered her dark-haired cunt over Candy's gaping mouth, Candy urgently speared her tongue into the sweetly heated black depths.
Furiously the four figures strained, each giving and taking wildly. Her face smothered with the wet softness of Jonie's pussy, Candy Mullender felt herself cumming, and began to fuck with her cunt and ass and tongue, wanting them all to cum together.
She suddenly succeeded. She felt the two hotly throbbing cocks slam in unison up into her heaving belly and spurt their heated loads of sperm into her yearning body just as her own orgasm rippled like a killer-quake through her ecstatically trembling pussy. At the same moment her mouth was filled with the honeyed fluids flowing from Jonie's convulsing young cunt. She swallowed in an unending delight as her deep pussy and rectal muscles milked the two men dry. Finally, they lay panting together in a wild tangle of arms and legs and bodies.
Somebody – Candy was never sure who – passed around cigarettes and then made coffee, which was laced with brandy. They sat naked, their bodies smelling strongly of passion, and drank and smoked, and Candy was sure that her career would never skyrocket like her sex life, but she didn't care about that as much anymore, as long as she had enough cock to keep her satisfied, if she ever could!