"Sounds good," he said as he walked to the door with Moon. "I don't know yet; we'll have the planning department go over it more thoroughly. But it looks good. Either way, there'll be a little something extra for you. If it turns out real good, there'll be a lot more, naturally."
"I figured she might be good for something besides fucking," Moon said, bringing an expression of disgust to the stranger's face.
"What did he say?" Sky asked when they were alone again. "He like the layout? He think she's for real?"
"Ah, who knows about a faggot like that?" Moon snarled, making sure that the door was securely locked. "He says it'll have to be planned out and looked at some more. Jeez, you should have seen his face when I mentioned fucking the broad! He nearly shit a brick! "
"He's probably wishing he could get some of this dick," Sky muttered gleefully.
"Nah, he don't go for nothing but little kids," Moon scoffed. "But you better make sure he don't ever hear you say itóhe's one more mean bastardóespecially since he's queer!"
They returned to Linda and Moon spent another hour with her, telling her over and over that she was made to submit to men. He had her take his prick in her hands and fondle it while he told her that she could only be happy as long as it was available to her. At the end of the hour, when her continual handling had brought his prick back to the desired state of hardness he tumbled her onto her back and fucked her into a fine frenzy of orgiastic delirium, driving the massive tool deep into her cunt and jabbing it into her with quick, energetic strokes that soon had her crying out wildly. He finished with a few long, plunging thrusts that were enough to bring his balls into an uproarious climax and to leave her cunt drenched with his sperm. Then he made her get up, put on her dress, and leave the apartment.
"I'll get in touch with you tomorrow," he said as she left. "I'll give you a place where you can go and get your cunt packed when you need it. And you'll be needing it, don't worry about that!"
CHAPTER EIGHT
Each evening during the following week Linda visited Moon and Sky. One of them would call her, either at the bank or at her apartment after work, and give her an address. She dutifully hurried over to the address as soon as possible. By the time she arrived her thighs were invariably wet with the clear, sweet-scented oil that dripped from her pussy at an increasingly rapid rate whenever she thought of the heady joys waiting for her. More and more her thoughts centered on the pricks of the men who provided the central interest of her life now; more and more she came to be obsessed by their stiff, hot bulk and to want them boring into her in every way.
Paul behaved with a stiff correctness. On the surface, he showed a small amount of concern for her but Linda got a strong feeling that deep inside he would have preferred it if she had dropped out of sight altogether. She ignored his fainthearted concern, as well as his aloof disdain, and performed her work in a methodical, mindless way. From time to time the pressures of her throbbing clitoris and the tingling lips of her pussy would become too great. At those times she would disappear into the ladies' room and lock herself into a stall. Then she would fingerfuck frantically until the action brought her a temporary relief. These trips did little to soothe the deeper hungers that gnawed away at her cunt and she recognized that they were strictly makeshift arrangements: the real relief, the lasting pleasure, she knew, was to be had by submitting to the massive length and cunt-splitting girth of a cock.
Throughout the week she adhered to Moon's dictum and abstained from washing away the increasingly thick accumulation of sperm and pussy drip that crusted her pussy. To her mild surprise, she began like the ripe, rich scent of stale musk; it reminded her vividly of the pleasures she had experienced and whenever she lowered her panties, the resulting influx of sex odors invariably excited her immensely.
"You're getting there," Moon told her one evening as he knelt between her opened thighs and prepared to shoot his lightning bolt into the jellied slit she was holding open for him. "Yeah, that box of yours is getting to where it almost smells decent!"
"Why do you want me like this?" she asked.
"I'm getting to where I don't mind itóin fact, I rather like the smell of my cunt now!óbut some people at the bank are beginning to act odd. I'm sure they're offended by me."
"I'm just working you up for the big scene," Moon told her. "You like having your pussy eaten, don't you? You like to sixty-nine?"
"Love it!" she cried. "I love to feel a tongue in my cunt!"
"I can't stand eating one of them fresh, clean, well-washed snatches," he told her, delaying the entry of his cock and relishing the fact that she was growing visibly more impatient for it as they talked. "I like to eat 'em when they've got a lot of taste to 'em. I figure that by about Saturday or Sunday you'll be just about right for some good pussylicking. Maybe by then, if I'm in the mood for it, I'll eat your cunt out for you. How'd that be?"
"I can't wait!" she cried, ecstatic at the prospect. "And then, after you've sucked me off, will you fuck me again? I mean, really drive the cock up my cunt? Being eaten, it always makes me want to fuck some more. A guy's tongue doesn't get in deep enough to make me come all the way, not the way I want to when I'm really turned on."
"Sure, when I eat you I'll make sure that you get all of everything you want," he promised.
At each of their meetings Moon was sure to give her another glassful of the acid-spiked water. These doses were enough to send her into a mild state of euphoria, during which time Moon and Sky impressed upon the girl the necessity for cooperating fully with them. They also continued to tell her that she needed them in the most intimately physical way and that only they could satisfy the needs which, they suggested, would become even stronger and more pressing.
The stranger showed up again at the Thursday meeting. He carried a floor plan of the bank and asked her a series of questions about the placement of guards and alarms. When he was satisfied that he had extracted the last bit of information from her he rolled up his map, unplugged his tape recorder, and left. Moon and Sky exchanged jubilant looks when he had disappeared; they were sure now that their employers were going to use Linda's information and that they would be in line for a substantial bonus.
"Here's another little something you might look forward to for the weekend," Moon said between one of their orgiastic bouts. "Maybe, if you behave yourself and act just the way we want, we might arrange it so you can screw three guys at once. Well, really, you'd be screwing twoóone in your cunt and one in your assóand you'd be sucking the other one. If you worked it just right you might get 'em to where they'd all three be coming at once. What would you think about that?"
The prospect of such a depraved, thrilling feat filled her with quivering desire and she showed her feelings.
"I'd probably die with joy!" she declared. "But what a way to go! Is it really possible? Could we get arranged altogether to get something like that going?"
"Shit, you blew me once while Sky was fucking your ass, didn't you? Why not just add a third guyólet him shove his dick up your cunt while you're getting it those other ways? Me 'n Sky, we've double-fucked Judy lots of times. You know, one of us in her cunt and the other in her ass!"
Linda knew quite well that both the openings between her thighs could be used simultaneously; lately her masturbatory habits had changed and now she invariably fingerfucked herself in both holes at once. Moon also knew this, since he and Sky often forced her to demonstrate her digital skills for them; they found it an effective way to restore their flagging sexual energies after having expended them on her.
At first she had felt very ashamed of herself at allowing them to see the love practices she employed at her most private moments but gradually she had come to find it another source of sexual arousal. The more she masturbated in front of them the more she found it excitingóthe motion of having an audience, even one as crude and ribald as Moon and Sky, had an erotic effect of considerable magnitude on her.
"It sounds marv
elous!" Linda muttered, already steaming hot over the prospect. "What do you want me to do? How can I earn this privilege?"
She had already succumbed to their suggestions to the extent that she counted it a privilege to be made a sexual plaything of theirs; the change had been almost imperceptible but now it was definitely visible.
"Oh, you'll find out when the time comes," Moon told her. "For right now, how about a double blow job? You know, suck me 'n Sky off at the same time!"
Linda was eager to do their bidding. She could not get both their cocks into her mouth at once, naturally; the huge tool springing out of Moon's loins was itself a mouthful. She settled upon sucking them alternately. She brought them together, face to face, and knelt between them so that she could mouth their organs simply by moving her face from side to side. She grasped their pricks, wet and almost rancid with the week's accumulation of sexual fluids, in her hands and masturbated them at the same time at she was licking the gamey, musky tools.
They liked the way she had solved the problem of serving them both at once and, due to her energetic performance, soon loosed another thick flow of sperm into her eager lips. The ejaculations were too profuse for her to be able to swallow it all and a thick stream of come dripped from her lips, falling down onto her lovely, swollen, tingling breasts. When she had serviced them completely, she fell back and seized her nipples, rubbing the oily glue into her flesh and moaning happily as her tensions mounted. Judy, also present and eager to assist, leaped forward at a word from Moon and plunged her fingers into Linda's cunt, bringing her to a swift and noisy orgasm that left her whimpering on the stained mattress. Moon and Sky looked at each other with triumph; they knew that every time they brought Linda to a crashing climax like this they were solidifying their strange but effective power over her.
They made no attempt to get in touch with her Friday. They had never given her a telephone number at which she could reach them and she knew, for the shabby, transient look of the places at which they met, that they were using the rooms only for the purpose of giving her the treatment she wanted with more and more intensity. Nevertheless, when she had not received the customary call by eight o'clock Friday night, she went to as many of the apartments as she could remember. None was occupied and there was no sign, apart from a few semen stains on the mattresses and a rank air of leftover sex, that anyone had ever been in them. She did not know it but she was followed all during the evening. Moon and Sky trailed her at a safe distance, keeping well back in shadows and looking out only occasionally to be sure that she was still ahead of them. At the end of the evening, when Linda finally gave up and returned to her apartment, they crowed with jubilation.
"She's hooked, she's really hooked," Sky giggled. "You see the look on that face of hers when she turned around under that streetlight? Man, that bitch is wanting it! She's ready for cock!"
"She'll want it a lot more by tomorrow afternoon," Moon promised.
They ignored her until two o'clock Saturday afternoon. By that time, Linda had grown frantic with lust and had spent most of the morning clawing at her loins, always without success. The climaxes she administered to herself only heightened her desire, she discovered; her fingers could not penetrate as deeply as a prick and, more important, they did not culminate their penetration with a long, bursting climax that left her cunt soaked and dripping with creamy sperm. When the telephone at her bedside rang she was paralyzed with expectation for a moment, but then she grabbed it up and answered.
"Start getting ready for it," Moon told her without wasting words on fancy greetings. "Be at this address at two o'clock."
Linda looked at her alarm clock as she scribbled down the address he gave her. She saw with a despairing sensation that it was now only twelve; the thought of having to wait until two o'clock filled her with a nauseous frustration.
"Can't it be before?" she asked, her voice registering the tensions in her anxious body. "I'm dying for it; when you didn't call last night I thought it was all over with! I can't wait another minute for it! I'm going out of my head, I want to fuck so bad! "
"I got hung up with another chick last night," Moon said, emphasizing his words and letting her know that she was not that important to him. "She was a real hot-assed little bitch and by the time she got through with me I couldn't even move. But I got it back now, so you'll be able to work out that cunt of yours. But I'm warning you, not a second before two o'clock! If you get there before two you'll just have to cool it till we get ready for you."
"I'll try," Linda promised. "But don't keep me waiting, please! I'm seriousóI really need it this time!"
"If you want to get it, then you'd better do just what we want," Moon threatened. "We mean business and cunt's easy to find in this town, so we don't need you at all, got that?"
"I've got it," Linda replied. "I'll do just what you say, whatever it is. You don't have to worry about me!"
Despite Moon's threat, she could not stay away from the address he had given her. She pulled on a dress hurriedly, combed out her tangled hair and left her apartment. Although she knew that he would force her to wait outside the apartment until he was ready, she could not prevent her feet from carrying her the few blocks to the address he had mentioned. She arrived shortly after one, having forced herself to make several detours, but she seemed drawn to him by an unseen tether. She softly walked up to the door of the apartment and leaned against the doorjamb, her legs were weak with desire and with the urgent need to enclose a man's body. She could hear, through the door, the soft, low sounds of voices within; there was at least one girl inside and several men. Linda realized that they were already amusing themselves with sexual games and that she was being deliberately left out of them. She rapped timidly at the door, hoping against hope that Moon would for once relent.
"Who are you?" a stranger asked, opening the door.
"Linda," she said, looking beyond him to scenes of orgiastic lust. "Linda Maddison. Moon told me to be here."
"Yeah, and when did he tell you to be here?" the stranger asked in a skeptical, sneering tone.
"Two o'clock," she replied, gazing down at the man's fully erect prick and feeling her own sexual organ begin throbbing at an even more painful rate; the man was very nearly as large as Moon and his prick looked as malevolently sensual as a vicar peering at choirboys.
"It ain't two o'clock yet," the man sneered "Wait."
Before she could protest the door was slammed shut in her face. Linda leaned against it, blinking back the tears of enraged frustration and whimpering piteously. No one came out to attend to her, however, and she had to listen to the sounds of lust coming from inside the room. She had seen Moon; he had been kneeling behind a strange woman, a depraved-looking creature with long black hair and she could tell from his energetic movements that he was driving his mammoth prick into her with uncontrolled joy.
"They're making me wait out here like a mare waiting to be serviced," she told herself bitterly. "The bastards, they're just doing it to make me want to fuck more!"
If that was their goal, it certainly succeeded. When two o'clock came and she knocked on the door again her thighs were dripping wet with her oil of excitement. She had difficulty in walking; every movement of her thighs pulled at the flesh around her throbbing clitoris and sent spasms of man lust shooting through her belly. She made her way into the room and threw off her dress immediately. There was Moon, now lolling on a low couch with his insolent prick drooping across his hairy belly; Sky stood at a bar, mixing himself a drink. There were also two other men; the one who had opened the door earlier for her, still erect, and a short but very bulky black sporting a gigantic Afro hairdo and a prick of an especially intriguing shape.
Linda's eye was caught by the black's tool and she could not bring herself to look away. It was not especially long but it was very thick. The most unusual aspect of the tool, however, was the way it curved to the left. The head was at least two inches off center, she judged, and she wonde
red how so unusual a prick would affect her. The thought of that thick, dark sword curving into her cunt, rubbing strongly against one side of that ultra-sensitive tunnel, set her afire with new lust.
"We've just been having a little fun with Carol," Moon told her, gesturing over to the girl with the long black hair. "We aim to run a little contestósee which one of you wants prick the most."
"It won't be any contest," Linda promised. "Nobody could want it any more than I do. Nobody!"
"We'll see," Moon said. "First thing, though, let's just see if you're really uptight about being ready to take us on. Why don't you go around and lick every cock in the room? Just to show us you're for real!"
Linda knew that she would have to taste the cunt of this strange woman but the realization only made her all the readier to comply with the perverted requests being made upon her. She began sucking the men, going from one to the other and mouthing their pricks with relish. She felt her nipples growing harder and hotter by the minute; once, kneeling before Sky as she wrapped her tongue around his cock and sucked hungrily, she brushed a nipple against his knee. The sudden, unexpected contact brought a strangled cry of anguished joy to her throat.
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