Cody met them in the foyer of the big house. He eyed Wiley warily as Holly introduced them. It was in Wiley's eyes and in the crease of his smile. He knew. And Cody knew that he knew.
He drew Holly to the side. "You stupid cunt. Why did you bring him here?"
Holly quickly ticked off the things that Wiley had instructed her to say. "It wouldn't have done any good not to, Cody. The bastard knows everything."
"About Emilio, too?"
"Yeah. Celeste told him everything when he threatened to fuck her."
"I see." Cody bit down so hard on his cigar, it threatened to snap between his teeth. "I think we'll have to teach little Celeste a lesson."
Holly shivered. She knew what Cody was capable of. "He nailed me for twenty grand. I paid it gladly."
"I see. I'll have a little talk with him. Find Emilio. Tell him to get dressed and get up to my office wing."
She nodded and moved away. Cody crossed to the bar where Wiley stood surveying the room full of naked, fucking bodies.
"You've got quite a set-up here, Ferrain."
"It amuses me, Mr…?"
"Wiley."
"Do you have a last name?"
"Of course."
"Are you a cop?"
"No."
"How much do you know?"
"Everything," Wiley said, finishing his drink. You want a run down right here?"
"Of course not." The man was too cool, too sharp. Cody knew there was only one way to handle him-give in. "I have an office in another wing of the house. Come along."
The office was plush in furniture and tacky in wallpaper-red, early Victorian whorehouse. It said a lot about Cody.
Emilio was waiting for them. He was everything Holly had said he was-half-boy, half-ape, with the vacant eyes of the near-moron. Wiley listened in silence as Cody told him the whole story.
Emilio kept glancing at Wiley as if he'd like to get his hands around his throat. Wiley smiled back, asking him with his eyes to try it.
"So you see, Emilio," Cody said, getting to the point. "I think we have to teach Celeste a little lesson. You've always wanted to fuck Celeste, haven't you, Emilio?"
"Yeah! Shit, yeah!"
"Leave now, Emilio. Do you think you can handle her by yourself?"
"Shit, yeah! Can I poke her in the ass?"
"Of course, Emilio. But make sure you rip her cunt up good first."
"Don't you wanna come watch, like always?"
"Not this time. But when you finish, come right back here and tell me all about it. Okay?"
"Yeah, sure, Cody. Goddam, I'll make her scream like shit!"
He was out the door, and then Cody turned. "All right, now I suppose we have some business to discuss."
"Will he kill her?"
"She'll probably wish he had," Cody said. "But, no, he won't kill her. Emilio's violent, but he'd be too afraid to go that far." Cody's eyes narrowed. The tiny smile faded from his thin lips. "How much?"
"Twenty thou, cash."
"I have ten in a wall safe. Over there. That's it."
"Get the rest!"
"How do I know you'll keep your mouth shut?"
"You don't, but I will. You get the money and I'll give you the proof that I'll never bother you again."
"It will take some phone calls. Go downstairs and amuse yourself. It will take about an hour."
Wiley headed downstairs to the bar. Once again he was amazed by the scene. He had never seen anything like it. Couples making love on the floor, on sofas and even on chairs. Some people were born contortionists.
There was nudity everywhere. Nudity and sex. Different combinations. Men and women; men and men; women and men; women and women. He sidestepped crawling naked bodies, circled joined couples, until he came to the liquor.
At the bar Wiley ordered a drink.
"You ain't never been here before, have ya?"
"Does it show?"
"Yeah, two ways. You're dressed… and the look on your face."
"I like privacy."
"There's bedrooms on the second floor for that."
"Good," Wiley said. "You got some paper and a pen back there?"
"Sure."
Wiley took the writing materials and moved away from the bar.
A young redhead with huge tits stopped him-stopped him by planting her naked body in front of him. "Where ya'll goin', handsome?" she wanted to know. She was slightly drunk.
"I'm going to find a quiet room somewhere and jack off."
She giggled. "Jeez. Whatta you, some kinda weirdo?"
"Yeah. I'm a pervert." He tried to step around her.
She shoved her tits and her bare cunt against him. "I like perverts. My husband's one. He likes to watch me fuck other guys."
"That's nice. Excuse me."
"Ah, come on, handsome. Just one quickie little fuck?"
Wiley looked down at her breasts. They were amazing. They were huge, compared to her lithe body, huge and pointed. Even more amazing was that even with the tremendous weight, they didn't sag. The crease beneath them was barely discernable. His eyes fell farther down. Her bush was very heavy and very curly.
"Like?"
"Yeah."
"I'm a hell of a fuck and I do anything."
What the hell, Wiley thought, he had an hour and it would only take a few minutes to write the letter.
"Okay," he said, "but no husband."
"That's cool," she replied, groping for his hardening cock. "Owwww, nice. Fuck my husband! I know where there's an empty room. C'mon! My name's Lucille Carver, what's yours?"
"Wiley."
"I'm gonna fuck your brains out, Wiley!"
"Get out, Emilio! Get the fuck out of here!"
"No, baby, Cody says I get to plug you and that's just what the fuck I'm gonna do!"
Her back was against her vanity dresser. She filled her hands with bottles and threw them. They bounced off his grinning face, his barrel chest and his massive shoulders. But they didn't stop his advance. He plodded toward her, leaving clothes in his wake. Then he was nude and the huge, fist sized head of his cock was rubbing cum against her dress.
"Emilio!"
"Gonna ram this up your fucking cunt, Celeste!"
Celeste was rigid with fear. Everything had happened too fast. Why had Hope left? The note said that she was never coming back. Now Emilio had trapped her in her own bedroom.
"Why don't ya jes strip down an' take it, Celeste? You'll like it once it gets inside ya."
"Get away from me, you fucking animal!"
He cackled. "Yeah, that's me. I'm a fucking animal, an' I'm gonna pound a nice big cum outta your cunt."
Celeste made claws out of her fingers and reached for his cock. He easily slapped her hands away, and a balled fist smashed into the center of her face. She heard bones crack and looked down to see blood running all over her breasts where they bulged above her bra cups.
"You broke my nose!"
"Yeah," he cackled again, "I busted your fucking nose. Now cooperate."
"Fuck you!"
His hands spun her around like a toy. Celeste groaned and tried to catch herself when she was shoved from behind. She flailed at the air as she fell. And then she was sprawling on the mattress.
"What the hell is a little cock, Celeste?" he grunted in her ear. "Play the game and you won't get hurt."
"No!" She tried to roll away from him. An open hand came down hard across her cheek. She gasped and started sobbing.
He grabbed her left ankle and knelt on her right wrist. His hands ripped her panties in half. As he dragged them down over the curve of her ass cheeks and across her thighs, his nails dug roughly into her skin. Her dress came with them.
She tried to press her thighs together. Tried to get her legs under her. Tried to twist away from his grasp.
A hand fumbled at her hips. She had to clench her teeth. The hand scratched her pubic hair and she had a sudden insane reaction as if she were about to burst into uncontrollable laughter.
But there was nothing to laugh about. Emilio was going to rupture her cunt with his log and there was nothing she could do about it.
His hands were heavy and sweaty on her back as he seized the bra straps. She winced as he tugged. It cut into the soft, throbbing tits it still partially covered. She heard the dick, felt him stretching the strap away from her back. He released the broken strap.
"Turn over."
Rough hands gripped her. She moaned as he flopped her onto her back. Her bra was yanked the rest of the way from her body. Her breasts flopped completely free. They quivered and rippled, trembling at the sudden chill on their warm undersides.
There was silence as Emilio stared down at her, lying naked, vulnerable, beneath him. His eyes roamed hungrily over the swells and valleys of her beautiful body.
"Nice. Real fucking nice."
"Emilio, let me blow you," she gasped through the blood running into her mouth. "I'll blow you real good."
"Don't want no blow. Want some a this big hot cunt!" He grabbed and ripped a handful of pubic fur from her groin.
Celeste screamed, but she knew that the pain was just starting.
"Christ, those big tits of yours make me hungry."
She watched his face come down. It blurred. There was only an image. She felt the warmth of his body over hers. Then there was the wet smoothness of his tongue, licking and probing at one of her nipples. And then there was his teeth and more pain.
He mashed the head of his giant cock against her cuntal lips.
For just a moment he thought he felt a flicker of desire in her, a slight arching of the back, a tiny forward thrust of her tit. But it was quickly extinguished.
He raised up. "I'm gonna fuck you now."
"And I'm going to fight like hell! If you make me blow you, I'll bite your cock off. If you forget and spread your legs a little, I'll mash your balls clear up into your belly, and if I get the chance when you're off-guard, I'll tear your fucking eyes out!" She was panting heavily, her big, luscious tits jiggling with each heaving breath. "And if you try to put that thing in me, I'll kill you!"
Emilio lifted his body above her and looked down at her. He feasted his eyes on the smoothness of her skin and the curls that covered the pink slit between her thighs. Her legs were spread wide and he could see the juices from her cunt running in glistening streams down into the dark crease between her buttocks.
He grasped the throbbing shaft of his cock and rammed forward.
Celeste screamed as he ripped her cunt open with his horsecock. He didn't pause to let her adjust. He just fucked and punished her body. Again and again he drove his giant prick into her bowels.
The pain was like a rocket blast clear through her body.
Her brain fought it by passing out.
Even in unconsciousness, she felt the burning gush of his release as he shot his load up into her.
By the time she came back from the dead, he was lying beside her, panting. "Good pussy. Good tight pussy," he said. "Gonna rest and then plug your asshole, Celeste."
She opened her eyes and looked up at the mirror over the bed; the mirror that she and Hope had made love under so many wonderful times.
It was hard to make her mind work. Her eyes looked catatonic. There was no life left in them.
But she could see. She was a mess. Her hair was caked with sperm, and more of it covered her face from her nose to her cheek.
Then her eyes focused. "Oh, my God." She almost retched.
Her legs were pulled too far apart and one was at a crazy angle. She tried to move and the pain blinded her for a moment.
Jesus, she thought, he couldn't have done all that with just his cock. He must have shoved everything in the room up me.
Her eyes strayed to his reflection in the mirror. His cock was like a long, thick coil of rope where it drooped from his huge sac.
She could hear him snoring.
It was a painful crawl into the kitchen. But she made it. Coming back was worse. She blacked out several times. But Emilio was still snoring when she crawled up between his spread legs and wound one hand around his balls-and cock.
Her other hand was calm and steady as she took the sharp knife from between her teeth.
The way Lucille Carver attacked him the second they got to the bedroom, Wiley was sure she fully intended to carry out her threat to fuck his brains out.
He closed the door behind them and turned to find her naked body at his side. The swell of his cock through the material of his pants was pressed against the back of her hand. She squirmed a little as his hands worked along her belly just above the thumping triangle of her seeping cunt.
The fingers roamed softly and smoothly over her rippling, lightly undulating hips, making them bounce from the sensation of his hot, roaming hands.
His cock, against the back of her hand, was throbbing a little more now and straightening out. He looked down at her, watching her eyes to see if there wag any reaction besides pure lust.
There wasn't.
"We just gonna play, handsome?… or we gonna fuck?"
Suddenly, without warning, he slid his hand up between her legs until his probing fingers found the pulpy lips of her pussy. Then he shoved two of his thick, hard fingers up between the lips of her cunt.
Lucille's legs flew clear apart and she hunched her cunt up over the fingers. She moaned out the lust of her feelings and he pressed harder with his digits into her cuntal flesh.
"Oh, shit… oh, oh, oh," the redhead groaned as his fingers found their mark.
"That answer you?"
"Yeah, lover. It sure the fuck does."
She could take the teasing no longer. She tore and ripped at his fly until she had it open. She plunged her hand inside, his pants. He wore no underwear. She found his cock at once and brought it out into the open.
"Oh, my God," she gasped. "It's as big as you are! Beautiful!"
He said nothing but added a third finger to the two already in her pussy and then started finger-fucking her even harder.
His big cock was twitching and jumping in her hands. She took his jerking meat between both her hands and slowly slid the sensitive foreskin back and forth over the bulbous head with awe.
With his free hand, Wiley continued to rub the redhead's passion-ridden body, stimulating it more with every touch. Her soft flesh was tingling and shaking with desire for what she held in her hands.
She looked up at him with pleasure and satisfaction on her face and took a firmer hold on his huge cock. She teased and tickled the hot, rubbery head and watched as a droplet of white cum oozed from the winking tip.
He thrust his hand farther up her cunt and moved his fingers around and around the soft inner walls of her hole.
Lucille moaned loudly and her whole body shook and jerked as she felt the pleasure of his hand sliding back and forth in her hole and against her hardened clit.
She bent her head slowly around and almost without knowing it took his jerking cock into her moist mouth and started sucking the head of it.
The rich, masculine odor that rose from his prick and the balls between her fingers filled her nostrils and excited her body. She trembled and shook violently from the ecstasy and excitement she felt as her head spun slightly from the smell of his hot, moving body.
Her loving, moist lips slid farther down onto his cock, an inch at a time, as the bittersweet taste of his cam filled her mouth just as the odor had already filled her nostrils.
Wiley bucked his huge prick to her, and shoved it farther into her anxiously sucking mouth.
"I thought you said you wanted to fuck."
"Goddam," she breathed, lifting her face from the end of his throbbing dick. "My fucking pervert husband is never gonna forgive me for not letting him watch this hunk pound my pussy!"
Wiley stripped. "You can tell him all about it in detail."
She took two long hops and sprawled across the bed, with her legs, her arms and her cunt wide open for him. "C'mon, bore that big fucking tool into my pussy well!"
He fell across her, his hands groping for her mammoth tits. Her body bucked and thrashed beneath him.
Then she felt his prick between her thighs. The huge head was bouncing from leg to leg, moving steadily upward to her seething, cock-hungry pussy.
"I want it!" she shrieked. "Oh, shit how I want it!"
But her next thought was, Jesus, can I take it?
She soon found out that his fingers had done the job of preparing her only too well. She was more than ready to accept the full brunt of his enormous cock in her lust swollen cant hole.
Wiley pumped his body up and down on top of her; wildly dry-fucking her.
Finally he raised his prick a little higher than before. As he shoved his muscular thighs down to meet hers on the next plunge, his big, throbbing cock thrust itself into the hot, steaming lips of her waiting pussy.
"Yes! Oh, shit yes!" she cried.
He pounded wildly and furiously into her bucking hole. Her panting and moaning became louder and louder as the pressure of his thrusts increased and became, more rapids He was moaning and panting, too, a little lower and softer than the redhead, but just as passionately. The steady pounding of their flesh as their two hot bodies slid back and forth against each other filled the bedroom with the sounds of sex.
The pounding of their pent-up desire was pressing relentlessly on their bodies and minds. She could feel an orgasm already building in her ruptured, fevered pussy as he thrust and pounded his huge cock again and again, deeper and deeper, into the hot folds of her juicing cunt.
His deep, growling sighs and moans were the only things she could hear. They mixed with her own excited grunts and whines of pleasure and passion.
Suddenly they both began to shake violently.
"I'm there!" she shrieked. "I'm gonna come, baby! Oh, shit, how I'm gonna BLOW!"
Their bodies broke out in a cold, clinging sweat as the hot, exciting sound of flesh pounding against flesh echoed off the walls.
Lucille bucked her hips frantically and thrust her head back onto the bed as far as she could shove it to give her more leverage to thrust her cunt up to meet the charge of his cock.
The frenzied pair lunged their bodies against each other again and again, wildly, lustfully, with all the force they could find.
With the greatest of all thrusts of his cock and the forceful return of her quivering cunt, the two of them came at the same time.
His steaming jism rocketed to the depths of her pussy and mingled with her honeyed cream. She was filled to overflowing, and trickles of their mixed juices ran back out of her spasming hole and dribbled over their inner thighs and puddled beneath them on the bed. His cock twitched and jerked deep inside her velvet channel until finally his aching balls were drained dry. The strong inner muscles of her cunt continued to squeeze and milk his prick, contracting and relaxing around it until it finally slipped, satiated and limp, from her hole.
Wiley slipped from the bed. Lucille, dreamily, through half-closed eyes, watched as he gathered his clothes back in shape and dressed.
"Wow. How long does it take for you to get it up again? I'd like some more of that!"
"I have a letter to write… in private."
"I'll just hang around, lover. In case you get the urge." His eyes were coals of ice when he turned them on her.
"Get the fuck out!"