Heather Brown

The rape girls

CHAPTER ONE

Kimberly Marchand, her tits and ass swaying seductively, walked quickly down the street. Her car was parked a few hundred yards away and once she was in it and driving she would feel relatively safe. But, now she felt apprehensive.

That was the thing about being a nurse, Kimberly thought, the hours were terrible. Working the night shift at the hospital, as she had to do every three months, threw everything out of kilter for her, and, what's more, exposed her to walking alone in the middle of the night.

Her career as a registered nurse had promised so much in the beginning – the chance to help other people, working with famous doctors, some of whom she had hoped would be eligible for marriage. Now, as she was starting to push 30, Kimberly found herself getting tired of the whole thing.

The thing which depressed Kimberly most, however, was the doctors. When she had gone into nursing, she had always assumed that she might become romantically involved with a doctor or two. As it had turned out, Kimberly had become involved with a doctor – Dr. Jim Spencer, a surgeon, and marriage was a very important consideration in the relationship. Unfortunately, marriage entered into the situation because Jim already had a wife – and three children – and despite frequently promising Kimberly he was going to ask for a divorce, after two years of seeing her secretly he was still as married as ever.

Kimberly had just finished a scene with Jim before she had left the hospital. After surgery, Jim had hustled her into the privacy of the pharmacy and had started running his hands over her body through the thin fabric of her nurse's uniform, caressing her tits and kneading her nipples through the material. Jim had felt her up like this many times during working hours, and they had fucked more times than she could remember in various out-of-the-way places of the hospital. But tonight Kimberly wasn't having any.

As Jim pawed her tits, Kimberly felt repelled by his hands. She pushed Jim away and told him she was going home, leaving him open-mouthed as she stalked out of the pharmacy.

Kimberly felt a wave of relief pass through her as she sighted her car. She would go home and fix herself a stiff drink, she decided, and then get into a hot tub. "Maybe things will be better tomorrow," she said to herself as she leaned over to unlock the door to her car.

As she inserted the key into the door of her car, suddenly her breath was cut off by some powerful force slamming against her windpipe. She started to scream, but all that came out was a gurgle as she fought to breathe. Then she was painfully straightened up as her neck was yanked back and a knee shoved painfully into the small of her back, arching her spine painfully.

"Okay, baby," a voice growled. "Is this gonna be easy for both of us, or are you gonna tight me? Believe me, one way or the other, I'm gonna enjoy it."

Kimberly's assailant relaxed his grip around her neck enough so that she could reply. She started to say, "What's this all about," and then abruptly realized all too well what was going on.

"You're going to rape me, aren't you?" she asked incredulously. She had known the streets at night were dangerous and that any woman who walked alone on them ran the risk of being raped, but now that it was happening to her, she couldn't bring herself to accept it. "Please… please… don't," she pleaded.

"Please what?" he chuckled. "Please let you go, or please fuck you?"

"Please let me go, please let me go," she begged.

"Sure, baby," he said. "After, of course, I've rammed my cock into your mouth and come all over your face."

He spun her around, and as Kimberly turned to face him, he clipped her on the jaw with a right hand. The blow made her woozy enough so she couldn't fight back. He pushed her to the ground, the cement of the sidewalk scraping her elbows. Looming above her, he loosened his pants and let them drop, revealing an enormous shaft of a cock which emerged in a throbbing column from a clump of dark curly hair. He fondled his cock as he hovered over her, his prick seeming to grow even bigger, if possible, under his ministration.

Kimberly lay helpless on her back. She was so weak and terrified that the only defense she could think of was to draw her legs together. But it did no good. He separated her legs with a kick to her knees, splaying them apart and sending her dress up to her hips.

Kimberly moaned in agony and fear as she lay back with her legs parted. Her white nurse's stockings went up to her thighs which were bare and pulsating above the top of the hose. Her crotch was covered only by the thin fabric of her panties, and she could feel the mouth of her cunt straining against the flimsy covering. Although still conscious, she seemed to lose all voluntary control of her body, and her cunt became damp with hot, moist, sticky liquid, drenching her panties and running onto her inner thighs.

As she stared transfixed at the enormous cock pulsating threateningly above her, her nipples, as though they had minds of their own, became erect and chafed against her bra.

The assailant moved toward her. He leaned over and grabbed the hem of her nurse's uniform and roughly tore the garment. He began to work fast. Her tits swelled involuntarily inside the cups of her bra, pushing her erect nipples into the fabric. The attacker grabbed the bra by the elastic between her tits and tore it off. Kimberly's breasts fell free, the night air wafting over her throbbing nipples. His hands roughly squeezed her tits, and then he lowered his head and began wetly lapping them with his tongue.

Despite the ordeal, Kimberly found her sensual reactions coming into play. As her assailant lapped at her tits, she could feel shivers pulse through her body. Now he was down rolling on the ground with her. She felt flames of passion in her breasts and a clenching tightness in her pussy which was accompanied by a flow of sticky warm juice that secreted from the inner depths of her cunt. And then, as his wet lips and tongue bathed her red-hot nipples, Kimberly's attacker slid down between her legs and she could feel his cock rubbing and jabbing against her pussy through the saturated crotch of her panties.

As he continued working on her tits, Kimberly felt his fingers moving urgently beneath the flimsy panty crotch, his knuckles scraping against the drooling lips of her cunt, working their way through the matted, moist pubic hair and pushing against the naked swollen lips of her throbbing pussy. Involuntarily she squeezed her thighs, capturing his probing hand in the inferno of her cunt.

Abruptly his strong fingers encircled the gooey cloth of her panties and ripped them off her writhing body. Now Kimberly's gaping, oozing cunt was exposed.

The assailant lifted his head from her tits and looked down at her, and then at his own twitching cock. He held his hard prick in his hand and guided it between her legs, ramming it into her cunt until she felt his pubic hair rubbing against her pelvis.

Kimberly wanted to scream, but she couldn't. She wanted to shove her attacker off, but her arms were entangled in the nurse's uniform. She tried to inch away from the huge cock fucking inside her cunt, but her efforts only seemed to drive his prick deeper inside her, so deep now that the balls of her assailant were pressed hard against her asshole, her legs now sticking straight up in the air as he fucked her unmercifully.

Suddenly Kimberly felt a sensation that was more than just the hammering cock fucking in her cunt. It was a feeling that started in her pussy, before spreading to other parts of her body. It was the same feeling she had when she was twelve years old when she had first noticed that she was becoming a woman. She had locked herself in her bedroom and had spread her legs and looked at the lips of her cunt in the mirror; the feeling that had occurred when she rubbed the slick lips of her cunt and then the little nubbin at the top of her pussy, which she later learned was called the clitoris. It was the same feeling she'd experienced with Jim on top of her, reveling in one of their clandestine fucks.

"My God," Kimberly moaned. "I'm coming!" The feeling enveloped her, and she wrapped her legs around him and shoved her pelvis against him as hard as she could, clenching her pussy muscles like a vise around the powerful muscle of his stabbing cock.

Then, suddenly, he was pulling his cock out just as she was getting ready for him to explode inside her, imagining the creamy hot sperm coating the walls of her pulsating cunt. Instead, he grabbed his swollen, angry looking prick and thrust it into her face. Her mouth flew open in astonishment, giving him the opportunity to ram the monster cock between her lips and all the way into her throat.

Kimberly gagged and fought for breath as he began grinding away against her face, literally fucking her mouth, his pubic hair scratching against her nose and eyes, his balls banging against her lower lip and chin.

When he came, her mouth couldn't hold his seemingly endless supply of sperm in addition to his huge prick, and as spurt after spurt of cum exploded from his prick, her throat gurgled out the goo from the corners of her mouth. His cum spurts dripped from her chin and spattered onto her tits.

And then it was over. Kimberly's assailant withdrew his spent prick from her bubbling, gurgling mouth and got up and pulled up his pants and disappeared into the night, leaving her lying there, her face sticky with sperm.

CHAPTER TWO

Early that morning Kimberly was discovered by a passing patrol car. The policemen took her back to the hospital. They assumed she was unconscious.

"You suppose she was a good fuck?" one of the cops said to the other one.

"Are you kidding? Did you see that cunt? Before I put her in the patrol car I got a good look at her pussy and it looked hotter than a two-dollar pistol."

Kimberly recalled that as she had been lifted into the patrol car she had felt something groping between her legs, rubbing at the lips of her pussy, and she realized that the policeman had done more than just look.

While she was in the hospital as a patient, Kimberly realized for the first time what it was like to be so helpless and at the mercy of other people. For one thing, when it became known why she was in the hospital, the nurses began treating her peculiarly. It wasn't hard for Kimberly to detect that the nurses attending her felt that if she had been raped she must have asked for it. And then there was the doctor, who, while examining her cunt, said, "Just relax and enjoy it. After all, I'm sure that's what you did while you were being attacked. You can at least cooperate with me as much as you did with a rapist."

By the time she was released from the hospital, Kimberly was disgusted. Prior to being attacked she had been chronically depressed; now, the rape and its aftermath had served to transform her disenchantment into an active antipathy toward many of the people she had to deal with, especially Jim Spencer.

It was only the first night she had been back on duty as a nurse that Jim approached her and said, "I see you're back among the living. I've been horny as hell waiting for you to come back." He gestured down toward his crotch where Kimberly saw the bulge of his swollen prick straining under his fly.

Kimberly couldn't believe his callousness and selfishness. He hadn't even bothered to visit her when she was a patient. "You're a doctor, Jim, I'm sure you can figure out a way to do it."

"Do what?" he asked.

She placed her hand over the bulge in his pants and applied slight pressure. Then, as he beamed, she tightened her fingers as hard as she could and painfully pinched the shaft of his prick against his balls, hissing, "I'm sure you can figure out a way to go fuck yourself!"

She turned around and walked briskly away from him, not bothering to look back.

Days dragged on and Kimberly started to realize that her problems went beyond the rape.

The more Kimberly thought about it, the more she decided that she had to have some outlet for her feelings. That was why one morning she stopped by the newspaper office and put the following ad in the classified section: Rape victim seeks others with similar experience for talk and discussion. Jennifer Kincaid had been in the city six months now and nothing had broken for her. She had come to the city from a small town after graduating from high school, hoping to escape the boredom that had enveloped her in her hometown. As she went from place to place looking in vain for work, Jennifer realized from the disinterest shown to her background and intellect, and the stares her body received, that the only way she was ever going to make a living in the city was to trade on her nubile eighteen-year-old body with its voluptuous-looking breasts, long honey-colored legs, and slim hips.

After a couple of months in the city without work, Jennifer wound up dancing topless and bottomless in a sleazy beer joint called The Blue Room.

There were no two ways about it, The Blue Room was a dive. The clientele was made up of a bunch of drunken truck drivers and motorcyclists whose idea of a good time was to shoot spitballs and paperclips up between her legs while she was dancing in the nude. Every night when she got home from work Jennifer inspected her legs and crotch for marks, and frequently found small bruises and cuts on her inner thighs and groin. The longer she worked at The Blue Room the more disgusted Jennifer became with men in general and their slobbering lust. In order to satisfy her sexual feelings, Jennifer was content to lie in bed with a mirror propped up in front of her. She spread her legs, revealing the parted lips of her cunt peeping out from her curly blonde pubic hair. Placing her hand against the wet lips of her pussy, she would poke her middle finger in and out of her drooling gash, her palm pressing hard against the fleshy mound just above the opening of her cunt.

By undulating her hips she set up a steady rhythm, finger-fucking herself, stretching her pussy lips, the sticky warm goo spilling out between her quivering thighs and onto the bedspread.

She tasted her own steaming discharge. Then, with her eyes riveted to the image of her creaming, open cunt in the mirror, the pubic hair glistening with cuntjuice, Jennifer would begin a full attack on her clitoris with her forefinger, plunging her thumb deeply into her throbbing, clutching pussy.

Orgasm always came soon, a shuddering climax that never failed Jennifer as she bucked her cunt wildly and uncontrollably against her probing, talented fingers. Just as she started to come, she would place the palm of her hand flat against her cunt and tip forward just enough to catch the full load of scalding moisture that cascaded from her pussy. Then she would place the handful of pussy juice to her face and rub it in, licking the sweet fluid as though it were honey. When she was finished, lying relaxed on the bed, her pussy muscles exhausted, she was always sure that no man could satisfy her as well as her fingers.

Thursday night started off badly for Jennifer. The Blue Room was packed with a lot of greasy members of some motorcycle club called Satan's Mothers. The owner of The Blue Room, a little short, fat, bald guy named Harry, was the typo who thought the customer was always right, even if the customer was a sadistic madman bent on maiming one of the dancers, or just a drunk asshole who puked all over somebody's tits.

This night the Satan's Mothers were celebrating the fifth anniversary of their club and had rented The Blue Room for the night. Anybody else who tried to wander in was stopped by a thug in a leather jacket.

"Listen, Jenny," Harry said, using the nickname that Jennifer hated. "We got a special crowd tonight, so I want you should do something special."

"What do you want me to do?" she asked sarcastically. "Grow an extra tit?"

"It might not be a bad idea," he said, "but we don't have time for that tonight. These animals are hungry for something right now. If we don't give it to 'em, they'll tear this place apart." The idea of The Blue Room being destroyed had a certain appeal to Jennifer. However, on the other hand, she realized that with its demise would go her sole means of support. Finally, she said to Harry, "Okay, what do you want me to do?"

"I want you to invite one of those guys up on stage."

"Yeah?" she said, waiting with equal parts of loathing and astonishment as to what Harry was going to say next.

"Well… uh… I want you to…" Harry stammered, nonplussed for the first time since Jennifer had known him.

"Listen, Harry," she said, "do you want me to make it with some guy on stage?"

"No, no," he said. "You don't have to go that far, you don't actually have to fuck him."

"Well, then, what do I have to do?"

"Just jive around a little with him. Let him take his pants off and flash himself around some. The audience'll love it."

"Besides the fact that the idea makes me want to puke, Harry," she said, "which I'm sure makes absolutely no difference to you, what makes you think you can get away with having somebody up on stage like that? After all, what if the vice squad walks in, we'll all be…"

"No, no, don't worry about that," he interrupted. "We can get away with it. This is a private party. They can do anything they want, within reason."

"Gee, Harry, you mean having some guy actually fuck me on stage is even too much for you?"

"No, of course not," he replied. "As a matter of fact, I'd be all for it if this was a bunch of accountants or something. But with these animals, they wouldn't stop with just one guy. They'd look at that one guy up there sticking it in you, and the next thing you'd know they'd all want to try it. The next thing you'd know they'd be storming the stage to gang-bang you and there'd be a riot, and private party or not, I'd get busted."

"What about me?" Jennifer said. "Aren't you worried about what would happen to me?"

"Dancers are always easy to get," he said coolly. "Now get up there and follow orders."

Jennifer took off her wrap and walked up onto the stage. The juke box blasted constantly.

Jennifer started dancing, undulating her hips and thrusting her pelvis forward in rhythm with the beat. The crowd slobbered at her.

Jennifer tried to forget about them and concentrate on dancing. She was proud of her body. She looked down and saw her firm tits bobbing tautly as her body shook and swayed. Regardless of the crowd, the dancing itself was a sensual experience for Jennifer, and frequently she became so carried away with it that, when she got back to her dressing room, she would discover that her pussy was drenched and that she had actually come while she was on stage.

Immediately after she started dancing, Jennifer was in a world of her own. She forgot about Harry's command to summon a member of the audience onto the stage. However, in the middle of the second record she was rudely reminded of it when Harry jumped up on stage and pulled out the plug of the juke box.

"All right," he called to the audience, pushing her over to one side and gesturing toward her as if she were an exhibit in a freak show, "who'd like to volunteer to get up here on stage with the little lady."

The crowd's slobbering turned to growls and moans. Then, they all seemed to focus their eyes on a short guy almost dwarfed by a leather jacket that was too big for him. He was virtually lifted out of his seat and pushed up onto the stage.

Harry plugged in the jukebox again. Music filled die room, a primitive beat resonating throughout the bar.

Jennifer closed her eyes in an attempt to suppress the image of her partner and his noisy cohorts in the audience from her consciousness. She began moving and shaking her hips in time with the music, trying to lose herself in its rhythm. As she danced, the tension seemed to drain out of her, and by the time the next record had started she was only aware of her own body. Her tits bounced as her nipples erected, and the warmth and tightening between her legs spanned the distance from her navel to her moist crotch, then up and around to her puckering asshole. Then, for some reason, she made the mistake of opening her eyes and was thrown back into reality.

Her partner had removed his pants and was now sidling up to her with an enormous prick in his hilt hand that seemed to be almost as big as he was.

Jennifer's eyes bugged out as she looked at the leering cock coming at her, the shaft a deadly torpedo, and the hairy balls looking like bludgeons. The crowd screamed.

"Jump her, Weasel!"

"Knock her down and stick it in her!"

"Fuck the shit out of her!"

Suddenly everything about The Blue Room became totally oppressive to Jennifer. The noise became unbearable. Jennifer's senses reeled and she became dizzy. What had been just one monster prick menacing her now seemed to be two, and then three, all of them identical and enormous. As she started to slide away from reality, Jennifer imagined all three cocks in her at once, stretching her cunt into an enormous chasm and causing her pussy to overflow with a flood of gurgling, steaming cum. And then in her fantasy their pricks attacked her asshole, fighting with one another, rubbing and bumping against each other's pink shafts and fiery red prickheads, to plunge into the little orifice. With ghostlike visions of being split in two from the cocks she saw dancing before her, Jennifer slipped to the floor and fainted.

The moistness and stickiness of semen was what made her come to. She licked her tongue over her upper lip and immediately tasted the acrid slime – and it was fresh, hot sperm. Opening her eyes widely, she saw the motorcyclist straddling her and waving his prick in her face, the end of it drooling with cum.

"My God!" Jennifer shrieked. "You've jacked off in my face."

The crowd roared its approval. Jennifer leaped to her feet and fled from the stage, trying to reach the safety of the dressing room. But the lust-crazed audience blocked all available routes of escape and Jennifer was trapped, with Harry nowhere in sight.

Jennifer tried to light her way into the dressing room, but she was stopped cold by two massive goons who stood with their arms interlocked in front of the door. Naked, before a menacing crowd of slobbering barbarians, Jennifer's nerves abandoned her and she suddenly felt vulnerable and dizzy again. She slumped to her knees before her tormentors. Two husky bikers hoisted her into the air, and followed by the mob, they carried her from the bar, out the back door, and into the alley.

Suddenly Jennifer felt herself being rudely shoved to the ground, the jolt bringing her to her senses. She was surrounded by eight to ten filthy Satan's Mothers, all of whom were busily fiddling with zippers and buttons.

Jennifer tipped her head back and screamed. Satan's Mothers were ready to get down to business. Erect cocks surrounded her. There was no getting out of it, no escape, as the circle of pricks closed around her. It was either submit or be horribly maimed and possibly killed.

Jennifer pitched backward in passive surrender, her back on the ground and her legs spread apart, her cunt waiting for the inevitable jamming and spurting of cocks inside of it.

Suddenly one of the cocks was inside of her. She didn't look at him, but if the size of his cock was any indication of his total size, Jennifer guessed, as his massive cock rammed up her cunt, that he had to be eight feet tall. She could feel her pussylips straining to accommodate the giant cock. She had never had a prick that big up her pussy.

The rapid, powerful, battering strokes forced her to lay flat on her back. All she could think of as she lay there in agony was the sensory assault on her body. And then her pussylips started to stretch, and Jennifer couldn't imagine how the giant prick inside of her cunt could swell even more, it was so huge already. She placed her hand between her legs, first feeling the mixture of her cunt discharge and the first drops of sticky sperm as they dripped out of her pussy. Then, as she moved her hand around, she fully realized what was happening to her. There were two bodies mounting her, one from the top and the other from underneath as two Satan's Mothers fucked her simultaneously: she had two pricks in her cunt at once!

The two cocks were too much for her single pussy, and Jennifer tried to shake at least one of them free. But they were securely lodged in her grasping cunt, stuck against the palpitating walls of her quivering pussy and each other as they fucked their way toward explosive ejaculations. Her defensive movements only served to thrust her pelvis against the loins of the two men wildly fucking her and to tighten the already viselike grip of her pussy muscles on their cocks.

Jennifer opened her mouth to scream, but she never got a word out. As soon as she opened her mouth, a prick plunged into it all the way down to her throat, grinding away so vigorously she could feel its fleshy, pulsing head ream her throat.

The fucking continued unabated. Every way that Jennifer moved seemed to increase the pressure her mouth and cunt applied to the piledriving pricks inside of her. She stretched her legs wider in order to create more room for her pussy to safely accommodate the pounding pricks fucking her cunt. She could feel her asshole sucking wind as she forced her legs apart, and then abruptly there was something inside of it too. A cock barged its way up her ass, bumping and pushing against the other two pricks fucking her in the cunt through the thin wall between her pussy and her anus. Obviously, the men fucking her could feel their pricks rubbing together because the friction turned them on even more as they pumped their cocks into her cunt and ass with abandon.

She tried to breathe, but as she gasped for air her throat merely constricted around the cock in her mouth. She could feel his cock choke up inside of her mouth, swelling with scalding cum. His balls slammed against her chin as he drove his cock down her throat in one last thrust, and then it exploded in her throat and mouth, spurting out hot molten gobs of cum. Instinctively she grabbed at it, encircling her hands tightly around the shaft, holding on as if for dear life.

But even the one cock emerging from her mouth, leaving behind a mouthful of sweet, bubbling sperm that slid languidly down her throat, could not distract Jennifer from the warfare that was still going on between her legs. "Oh God!" she screamed as the residue of cum drooled over her parted lips. "You're going to tear me apart!"

She felt helpless. She felt as though she were going to shit, piss, and come at the same time. The three pricks seemed to move in unison as they scraped the walls of her cunt and anus, creating a friction so maddening that Jennifer was sure she was going to explode.

And then, suddenly, the three cocks all stopped fucking at once. Buried to their hilts inside of her, she could feel the blood pounding inside of the three cocks as they swelled to their bursting points.

It was like a huge bubble bursting as she suddenly came, dozens of them coming in waves one after another and radiating from her pussy in widening circles so that soon her whole body was in a state of sensual frenzy. The three cocks suddenly burst all at once, each of them sending a torrent of white lava into her cunt and ass.

No cunt could hold as much semen as Jennifer had shot up her, and she could feel it dripping out of her pussy, bubbling in a steaming froth from the agitation of the two cocks in her cunt and the one up her ass. Finally the two pricks withdrew from her pussy, leaving only the stabbing lance up her ass, still erect and firmly lodged despite just having shot a massive wad of cum. After one final thrust, a last enormous spurt of semen was deposited in her rectum and the prick came out, leaving her asshole to drain out the sticky cum in a steady, even trickle. Jennifer put her hand down between her legs. Her fingers were covered with hot, gooey sperm.

Jennifer tasted the slimy discharge. Just the taste of the sperm from the four men that had just fucked her was enough to make her come all over again, the expansion and contraction of a massive orgasm taking hold of her body.

Jennifer had no idea how many of the Satan's Mothers eventually fucked her, but when she came to later and they were gone and she lay alone in the dirty alley, she noticed that it was painful for her to move at first, so much cum had been ejaculated all over her that it dried like scabs on her body.

Kimberly Marchand sat and read a book and waited beside her phone nervously. It had been two days since her ad had started running in the local newspaper and she had yet to receive a reply. The more she thought about it, the more she realized that life was going to be unsatisfactory to her until she found somebody she could talk to who would understand her problems and anxieties.

The phone rang. Kimberly picked it up. "Hello." A young woman's voice said, "Are you the party with the ad in the paper looking for somebody to talk with about… uh."

"Yes," Kimberly said nervously. "Were you… did someone take advantage of you?"

"Yes. Yes, they did," the caller said in a rush. "Just last night. I woke up this morning hoping it would all turn out to have been a nightmare, but it seemed more real to me than when it happened. I didn't know where to run until I happened to see your ad in the paper. Are you on the level?"

"You better believe it," Kimberly said. "My name is Kimberly Marchand. I was just raped myself a few days ago. I felt the same as you and had no place to turn; that's why I decided to put the ad in the paper."

"I'm Jennifer Kincaid. You've already put me at ease. I'd really like to talk with you. Have any others answered your ad?"

"Not yet," Kimberly said.

"When could we get together?" Jennifer asked. "Why don't you come by this afternoon," Kimberly said, and when she received an affirmative reply she gave Jennifer her address.

The meeting between Kimberly and Jennifer went well. Kimberly helped her new friend get over her anxiety and shyness.

"You know," Kimberly said at one point, "in a way, as horrible as what happened to you was, Jennifer, it may work to your advantage in the long run because you're so young. It happened to you at eighteen, and here I am ten years older and just learning the facts of life."

"Yeah," Jennifer said, smiling for the first time, "I've learned that men are all rats." Kimberly nodded.

"The thing I don't understand yet, though," Jennifer said, "is what we're going to do next. How are we going to turn this to our advantage?"

"I have some ideas," Kimberly said knowingly, "but I'd like to wait until one or two others answer the ad. Then we'll take some real action."

"I hope so," Jennifer said.

Kimberly felt good about the new friend she had just made. She hoped the poor kid wouldn't give up because now was just the time to begin fighting.

After Jennifer had left, Kimberly had some time before she had to go to work. She went into the bedroom to relax on the bed before she got ready for work.

As she relaxed and thought about the changes that were taking place in her life, Kimberly's hand dropped absent-mindedly to the fold in her skirt between her legs. Without really being aware of it, she had pushed the hem around her waist, exposing her panties. Kimberly's fingers dropped to the slick material covering her crotch and began rubbing her cunt through her panties, instantly the material became soaking wet with a gushing discharge as she started making herself hot. With her middle finger pushing the drenched cloth up into her wet cunt, she curled the cunt hair around her index finger.

As her pelvis started hunching, Kimberly shoved her fingers deep into her sticky pussy, moving them in a circular motion that made her moan in ecstasy.

Wanting even more, Kimberly slipped off her panties and quickly removed her skirt. She turned over on the bed, hoisting her ass in the air as she supported herself on her splayed knees. She shoved her shaking hand into her waiting pussy from underneath, getting all of three fingers completely up her cunt, and playing with the pursing, wet lips with the other two. Just when the ecstasy was unbearable, she flopped over on her back once again and plunged four fingers to the hilt in her cunt, using her thumb to rub her clitoris as hard as she could, pressing it as if it were a buzzer. Slowly she fingered her pussy, sloshing around in the copious discharge she was producing.

Then, on the verge of coming, Kimberly lifted her legs and placed her feet against the bedstead, pushing against it with all her might as she finger-fucked herself. Her hand swain in a sticky sea of cuntjuice, her thumb pressing the fleshy, moist bud of her clitoris. Then, suddenly, it happened, and her crotch was wet with sticky warmth as the unbelievable thrill started at her clit and spread throughout her pussy, and from there throughout her body, as she came and came again, shuddering with orgasmic delight.

CHAPTER THREE

It had been another hard day for Gilda Varner. Her job as a welfare worker for the Department of Social Services took her into the worst sections of the city. It wasn't just the wretched housing and lack of money that made the poverty her clients endured seem so unbearable, but the insidious side effects. As they had no money, nobody cared about them, and they were allowed to fester in their discontent in the brutal slums. It was a jungle of trash and crime. Any stranger walking the streets of the ghetto had to be aware that they were in potential danger just being there, and when she went out on visits to her clients Gilda realized this.

In college, being a tall, attractive girl with long raven hair, a graceful body, and softly sloping breasts, Gilda had been besieged for dates. However, most of them were after one thing – what was between her legs. Being a normal young woman with healthy instincts, Gilda, every once in a while, gave into the advances of one of her dates and permitted him to undress her and caress her tits while she played with his cock and balls, and then let him slip his prick between the moist hairy folds of a cunt that frequently cried out for sexual release.

But, then, after the actual fucking, things would always go down hilt. The boys, after they had shot their wad of sticky sperm, seemed to lose all interest in her, as if their pleasure was all that counted. Even though she was able to come easily, she still lay frustrated. She longed for further stimulation, bitter that her partner was too inconsiderate to realize that she was capable of multiple orgasms.

It was no accident that by the time Gilda graduated from the university and took the job at the age of twenty-two for the Department of Social Services, she had a rather dubious opinion of the opposite sex.

Gilda was walking down the dark stairs of a tenement house after seeing a client, a black woman named Mrs. McCloud who was struggling to raise six children in a three-room flat on the pittance she got from welfare.

Gilda started walking down the gloomy hallway toward the street. There, by the mailboxes, was a huge black man. As she tried to pass him in the narrow hallway, Gilda couldn't help but notice that he seemed to be in the process of removing the mail from Mrs. McCloud's box.

"Say," Gilda said spontaneously, "you wouldn't happen to be Mr. McCloud would you?"

"What if I would," the man said, turning toward her.

"Then I'd say you were a pretty poor excuse for a man, leaving your wife and children like that," she said indignantly, not sure what had come over her.

"Hah," he guffawed. "You must be one of those honky social workers, come down to the ghetto to tell us niggers how to live right. Well, you tell me all about it, Miss White Bitch, I'm all ears. Show me the motherfucking way."

Suddenly Gilda realized what she had gotten herself into and said, softening her voice, "Look, I'm sorry. I was just visiting Mrs. McCloud and she's having a rough time of it, and naturally when I saw you there by her mailbox I thought…"

"You thought I might be her old man. Jesus, you're stupid even for a white bitch. Now, come on, you're smarter than that. Come on, now, baby, what day is it?"

"Well, it's the first of the month," Gilda said, puzzled by what he was getting at.

"And what happens on the first and fifteenth of the month?"

"Well, uh…"

"Shee-it, you work for the welfare department and you don't even know when they send out their checks."

"Well, you're right, I do work for the Department of Social Services," Gilda said, "and the checks do come today… But I don't understand. If you're not Mr. McCloud, what are you doing getting into Mrs. McCloud's mailbox?"

"Trying to steal her welfare check, naturally," he said with a broad grin. "That's how I make my living."

"But that's outrageous!" Gilda exclaimed.

"What other kinda work I gonna find around here," he said, shrugging his massive shoulders. "Everybody's gotta make a living somehow. That's why you working for the welfare, right? That's why this Mrs. McCloud's on it. And that's why I was trying to steal her check. Except that the damn bitch beat me to it."

Realizing for the first time that she was confronted with a criminal, Gilda was totally taken over by fear. Suddenly the huge black man looked very powerful. If he wanted to, he could easily lift her up off the floor and break her in two. But when Gilda's gaze absorbed the sight of the massive bulge at his crotch, she knew that if he was going to break her in two it wasn't going to be with his hands but with the black battering-ram of his huge cock.

Gilda could feel her knees turn to jelly as her heart beat faster and faster. He moved slowly but menacingly. "Don't be afraid. You know you want it. All you white cunts do. You all want a big black prick up your lily-white pussies. No tight ass honky can thrill you the way a hung stud nigger can."

Gilda was rendered speechless as he grabbed her. With one massive arm encircling her so she couldn't move, he pinned her against the opposite wall. He grabbed her blouse and ripped it straight down, taking her bra off with it. He placed his huge dark hand on one of her tits, tracing his fingers over a pink nipple that was as hard as marble.

"You're ready for it, baby," he crooned as he flicked the erect nipple with his fingernail. "When the cops find you later, laying in this hallway with your legs spread apart and your pussy sloppy with my cum, you'll say it was against your will, that some nigger raped you and you fought like shit. But that's jive as far as I'm concerned. I can tell by looking at you you're a hot little bitch. You need it all the time, don't you, baby?"

"No… no… please," Gilda stammered, but her voice was reduced to a quavering hush by her stark terror as her dark assailant dropped his woolly head to her tits. His tongue darted out and whipped across her right nipple, sliding back and forth over it, his spit drooling down the swelling of her tit. As he began to suck the nipple, the warm pulling sensation against her breast seemed to spread throughout her body until it was between her legs. Gilda felt the moist lips of her pussy fluttering.

The Negro slid a hand under her skirt with such force that she automatically opened her legs to accommodate his touch. Gilda moaned as he ran his enormous black hand up and down her pussy.

Suddenly his hand was off her cunt and clutching the waistband of her skirt, ripping it from her body. She stood in the hallway clad only in her sopping wet panties, the crotch soaking with her hot discharge, her pubic hair sticking to the cloth.

He quickly removed his trousers and stood in front of Gilda, obviously displaying his prick with animalistic pride. His gigantic, black cock jumped out at her savagely, a veritable battering ram that was sure to ravage her cunt to the point of total delirium.

"I can't take that," Gilda stammered, reaching out in morbid fascination to touch his prick, making sure that it was really as massive as it seemed. It was a foot long, and at least six inches around. Gilda could envision it driving up into her cunt, and not stopping there, jamming up into her uterus as he fucked her cunt.

The huge black man ripped her panties from her loins. Then he picked Gilda up as if she weighed a few ounces. He lifted her so that her crotch was near the level of his barrel chest. She looked down to see his enormous black prick emerging from his loins as he slowly lowered her cunt down to it.

Immediately she could feel the burning head of his prick brushing against the dripping lips of her pussy. Then he eased it into the opening of her cunt and shoved, his monster, black prick slipping into her pussy. The cock kept going in more and more, deeper and deeper. The gigantic prick seemed to be touching and stimulating parts of her body that Gilda didn't even know she had. Her whole body seemed to be in a state of ecstasy, trying mightily to lubricate the throbbing black meat that was filling her cunt.

The Negro propped Gilda against the wall while he fucked her in mid-air, now ramming his cock into her pussy all the way up to his big, black balls.

"Oh, God!" she screamed as she looked at her distended belly. "Please stop. It's all the way up into my stomach! You'll kill me!"

"Scream, baby, scream," he laughed. "When you get home, you can tell all your tight-ass honky friends what it's like to be fucked by a nigger."

Gilda couldn't take her eyes away from his cock as it fucked her pussy. She could see his coal-black prick slide in and out of her pink pussy. Just watching the in-and-out motion of black meat into white flesh was enough to cause her pussy muscles to clench harder and harder, wrapping their sinews around his big cock.

Glenda started to moan louder and louder, until she was screaming at the top of her lungs. Her pussy throbbed and spasmed like it had never done when she'd been fucked by college boys. Her orgasm started at her inner core and spread through her body, blinding her with its intensity. When he could feel her coming, he took her by the waist and jammed her cunt down as hard as he could on his mighty shaft, her creamy pussy swallowing his black tower of a prick.

"Oh, my God!" she cried. "You're going to split me wide open!"

"No, baby," he whispered into her ear. "Your pussy was just made for my cock. It fits like a glove."

His cock made wet sucking sounds as it went in and out of her cunt. Then, after about ten massive strokes, he gave one mighty thrust and buried his black cock so far into Gilda that she thought she could feel it in her throat.

She screamed from the shock of the blast of scalding cum that he shot up into her pussy. He started ramming again, spurting another onslaught of bubbling sperm each time. Her cunt couldn't hold it all as she could feel it trickling out between the shaft of his dick and the slimy walls and lips of her pussy.

Then, abruptly, he withdrew, throwing her to the floor as if she were trash, completely discarding her. As she lay with her throbbing legs spread wide, sperm now gushing out of her bruised and aching cunt, she noticed that his huge, black cock was still as big as ever, still standing erect, capped by a huge glob of snowy while semen drooling from the head.

CHAPTER FOUR

Kitty Jackson stood in front of the mirror and looked at her naked body. She had to admit that all of her was very firm and sexy. She wondered how long she would keep her looks, how long her tits would remain so taut and firm; how long her belly would remain flat and hard, and her legs long and sinewy like a dancer's. Kitty ran her hand softly over her tits and then slid it down across the firmness of her belly and into the tight curls of her pubic region. Her black skin glistened in the mirror as she placed her fingers into the folds of her cunt and squeezed, pulling back the lips of her pussy and revealing its pink interior.

"Got to stop fooling around," Kitty said as she withdrew her hand from her pussy. "Got to get dressed and get moving."

At twenty, Kitty was just a beginner, but already starting to smell the big money in being a call girl. She didn't need any education from school to know that there were a lot of white men willing to pay plenty to sample her dusky charms, to feel her soft, fleshy lips sliding up and down their pricks, and to part her ebony thighs and fuck her young, tight cunt.

Kitty put on a pair of sheer bikini panties, the outline of her pussy in their crotch more than just a suggestion. She didn't wear a bra so that her tits would be more alluring in a mesh tank-top that left very little to the imagination. She put on a wrap-around mini-skirt and some sandals and took one last look in the mirror before she started out the door.

Kitty walked down the teeming street, the hustle and bustle of the ghetto going on all around her. Near the end of the block an ambulance, lights-flashing and motor idling, was flanked by police cars. Kitty saw a young white woman on a stretcher. She was apparently nude and covered by a blanket.

"What's with that honky chick?" Kitty asked a teenage boy next to her who was holding a basketball.

"Some dude done raped her."

"What was she doing down here, anyway?" Kitty asked.

"The story is that she was a welfare worker," the boy said.

An older man with a tired black face which had been creased menacingly by a knife scar scowled, "It's about time. The welfare's been fuckin' us long enough, it about time we fucked them back."

Kitty walked away, thinking, If a stranger wants to fuck me at least I want to say yes or no, and get paid for it.

The one thing Kitty liked about selling her cunt to white men, other than the money, was that in bed she was more than their equal. Once they took off their clothes, she had them captivated by her hot, black pussy that they were willing to pay through the nose to lap their tongues against and stick their white pricks into. The way their pricks stood out the instant they saw her beautiful body made her know that when it came to sex, at least, she had it all over white people. The bus took Kitty to midtown where she got out in front of the city's biggest, most expensive hotel. She walked inside and went to the desk and spoke to the clerk. "I'm here to see Mr. Dumont. Could you tell me his room number, please."

"What is your name and what may I say is your business?"

"My name is Kitty Jackson," she said somewhat defiantly. Then she added, according to an arrangement already made with Dumont over the phone, "I'm a masseuse. I'm here to give him a massage."

The clerk gave her a once-over and said, "I see." He picked up the phone and called Mr. Dumont, who, of course, said to send her right up.

"You can go up now," the clerk said. "He's in room 862."

Kitty could feel the clerk's eyes on her as she walked away, and just to frustrate him she wiggled her ass more than usual.

When she located room 862, Kitty knew it was an expensive suite. She knocked on the door and waited.

"Who is it?"

"Miss Jackson for your, uh, massage, Mr. Dumont," she said.

The door swung open and a fleshy, red-faced middle-aged man with white hair and a pot belly hanging over the shorts that were his only attire said with a smile on his face, "Groovy. Come right on in, baby."

Kitty stepped inside the sumptuous suite and Dumont quickly locked the door behind her.

"Well, you ready to get it on, Mr. Dumont?"

"Sure, baby, sure," he said, almost panting.

"Then show me to the bedroom."

"Right this way," he said, walking across the room toward a closed door.

As they reached the bedroom door, Kitty stopped and said, "Just one thing before we go in, Mr. D."

"What's that?" Dumont said.

"The bread. You know, my money, my professional fee," Kitty said matter-of-factly.

Dumont grinned. "What would happen if I didn't bring you the money?"

"Then you wouldn't get to see my fine tits and big, black, juicy pussy. If you ain't got the cash, then you just might as well lemme go on my way right now and go into the crapper and do a jack-off job on yourself. 'Cause, you better believe it, Mr. Charlie, this black girl don't fuck for free."

"Is that right?" Dumont said in a threatening tone.

"Look. I don't wanna play no games with you, man," Kitty said coolly. "You got the bread, fine. You hand it over and we'll go right in that bedroom and you can stick your prick wherever you dig it. But I'm leaving unless you hand over the cash right now. If I fucked somebody for free, word gets around, and the next thing you know I might as well be just like everybody else – married or living with some dude and fucking for nothing."

"That's quite a mouthful, little lady," Dumont said. "I can see you've got a head on your shoulders in addition to those tits I can see poking out and a hot cunt between your legs."

"Right on," Kitty said emphatically.

"Unfortunately, however, I'm not interested in your Goddamn head, except for your mouth, and I don't mean for conversation, if you know what I mean," Dumont said, assuming a belligerent tone. "Something tells me this ain't gonna work out," Kitty said, starting toward the door. "Catch you later."

Dumont let her walk away, smiling as she moved toward the door.

Kitty turned the doorknob. It wouldn't budge.

"Remember, doll," Dumont said from across the room, "I locked it so we wouldn't be disturbed."

"You sonofabitch," she hissed. "Open up right now or I'm gonna scream."

"Go right ahead, you black bitch," Dumont sneered. "Suppose somebody hears and the house detective shows up. Big deal. You're forgetting who's the guest in this hotel. Do you think they're going to take the word of some nigger hooker over mine? They'll throw your black ass in jail so fast for soliciting, you'll wish you were back on the plantation in Dixie."

"Yeah, well, you just try me," Kitty said defiantly. "I ain't no old-time nigger, and you're crazy if you think you can pull any of that old-time honky shit on me."

Dumont walked across the room toward her, the bulge under his shorts extremely visible. He turned his head toward a closed bedroom door and called, "Come on out, boys."

The bedroom door opened and two other middle-aged white men came out, each of them naked. "What's going on?" one of them said. "I thought we were going to jump the little cunt after you got her into the bedroom?"

"Plans have changed," Dumont said. "The little black bitch has decided to get uppity, so we'll have to teach her some white manners."

"Fine by me," one of the naked white men said, "just so I get to whack off a big chunk of smoked meat."

The men surrounded Kitty.

At this point Kitty knew it was a waste of time to scream. She lashed out with a foot, hoping to kick one of them in the balls. Dumont anticipated her move and grabbed her extended leg by the ankle and twisted it around, sending her toppling to the floor. He held her leg stiff and aloft so that her skirt flew up around her waist and her puttied crotch was fully exposed.

"Mmmmmm, look at that poontang," one of the men drooled. "I'd eat through ten pounds of shit to get to that."

"Ten pounds of nigger shit?" the other one said.

"Even that…"

Kitty lay helpless on the floor, her leg still firmly grasped by Dumont and her pussy straining against the fabric of her panties as he twisted her ankle, causing her to contort her body in pain, thrusting her pelvis forward and from side to side, the crotch of her panties chafing against her cuntlips. She saw Dumont's cock poking its pink head out of the opening of his shorts. The other two stood drooling as they stared between her legs, fondling and manipulating their erect pricks.

The idea of being raped by these three white gorillas made Kitty feel sick to her stomach. One of them grabbed her free leg and began pulling. She now lay spread-eagled.

"Tell you what, boys," one of them said. "You hold on to her like that and I'll fuck her first."

"No way," Dumont said. "It's my party and I go first. Here, you grab this leg, and whatever you do, keep her stretched as wide as you can because I want to get all the way into that nigger pussy."

Dumont stepped out of his shorts. His prick, maybe five inches long in a state of full erection, poked out from his puffy loins.

Between Kitty's outstretched legs, he got on his knees between her painfully parted thighs. He rubbed the crotch of her panties, roughly tracing the outline of the lips of her cunt that made the fabric rise. "Listen, I'm a rich man. I can do a lot for you," he said.

"Then why you fixin' to gang-bang me for free, you motherfucker!" Kitty yelled defiantly at him.

"Hell, heh," he laughed. "To teach you a lesson. The first lesson you need to learn about rich white folks is that they don't like uppity niggers with smart mouths who don't know their place."

Dumont grabbed the crotch of her panties and ripped them away, revealing the lips of her cunt. He used his thumb and middle finger to part her pussylips, rubbing the pink meat inside with his forefinger, causing a hard knot to form in her stomach.

"You man enough to stick it in or are you just gonna play with it like a kid who can't get it up," Kitty snarled. "I'll bet you're afraid you'll lose that puny little popgun in a real cunt instead of one of those shriveled-up hanky pussies you been use to fucking."

Dumont slapped her across the face. When she started to cry out, he hit her again, and then again, until Kitty had learned to keep her mouth shut.

Dumont thrust his head between her legs. His tongue lashed out against the folds of her pussy, licking greedily at the exposed tissues of her cunt.

"Came on, move, move," Dumont yelled after licking her cunt for two or three minutes, but Kitty refused to respond. "I'll fix you," he said. Taking hold of his cock, he jammed it into her cunt, pushing his fat belly against her firm stomach.

As Dumont fucked away, Kitty lay there like a corpse, refusing to move. Abruptly, Dumont pulled out of her, sitting on his knees and stroking his cock.

"What's the matter?" one of the white men asked him.

"She's tighter than a drum," he said. "It's like sandpaper inside there. I think she scraped some skin off my prick."

"I'll bet she's got teeth up there," one of them laughed. "Gold teeth because she's a nigger."

"Just let me have my turn and I'll show you how it's done," the other man said.

"All right," Dumont agreed, and the two of them changed positions.

Kitty looked between the V of her outstretched legs and saw that her new attacker also had a small cock and was overweight. He went right to work, inserting his prick between the parted lips of her pussy. However, after a few moments, he too withdrew, complaining of the dryness of her cunt. Now it was up to the third man to show what he could do, and he switched places with the man who had just been trying to fuck Kitty.

"You boys just don't have enough experience to know how to get one of these nigger gals hot. See, their problem is that they're so used to being treated like shit, they've come to expect it. In fact, I'll bet this little gal even likes it."

Kitty screamed in agony as the man's fist crushed dead center into her cunt, the sensitive lips crushing under the impact of the blow. Pain instantly spread from her crotch to every part of her body as Kitty lost control of her ability to resist. Her cunt throbbed with pain.

Then, abruptly the pain in her cunt had something added to it, a sharp, probing pain.

Through her growing delirium she tried to figure out what it was.

"Perfect idea," Dumont said. "He's fucking her up the ass."

Kitty had been fucked in the ass before, but only after careful preparation, having her customer smear Vaseline and saliva around and inside her asshole, lubricating the small entrance so that an erect cock could be shoved into it and pumped back and forth without pain.

The prick was violently ramming up her ass now, and its head ripped through her, tearing at her tissues and flesh. Kitty tried to wriggle away, but it was no use. Two of them held her while the third continued to fuck her ass, shoving his cock in harder and harder. Kitty was enough of a professional to know when a man was about to come or had already come inside of her, mostly from the swelling of his cock. Because of her experience she knew it wasn't sperm that was now seeping into her rectal canal and trickling out of her asshole.

"Oh, my God!" she moaned as she realized that what was drooling out of her ass was her own blood from where the cock had knifed into her bowels.

The excitement of watching Kitty get fucked up the ass was too much for the others to endure without participating. One of them dropped to his knees, draping himself over the top of her, his feet dangling in her face as he ground his groin into hers and thrust his prick into her gaping cunt. He pulled out instantly, complaining again about the dryness of her pussy.

"Here," the one fucking Kitty in the ass said. "Smear some of this on it." Kitty instantly realized that they were going to use her own blood to lubricate her cunt for fucking.

The one draped over her smeared his cock with rich, red blood. Now his prick slid into cunt smoothly and he began banging his pelvis against hers, the two cocks rubbing against each other through the membrane separating her pussy from her asshole.

The third white man eyed her mouth. Kitty could see him poised over her, stroking his cock and teasing it to its maximum length. As he began to ease down on her face, Kitty tried to close her mouth, but suddenly intense pain shot up through her body from the wrenching and sawing of the two pricks fucking between her legs. She could not prevent herself from crying out.

Kitty felt her open mouth filled with a throbbing cock, the sweaty balls and pubic hair rubbing against her lips, the insistent, thrusting prickhead ramming against the roof of her mouth and at her throat. As she gagged, her expanding and contracting throat acted, to her dismay, like a voracious, sucking pussy – just what her assailant craved as he fucked her furiously in the mouth.

The cocks between her legs seemed to be meeting at some painful intersection in her stomach. Both cocks strained forward to their full lengths, and then pressed against each other for a sustained period for a few seconds until she could feel their unmistakable swelling, and then they began coming, each of them ejaculating in repeated hot spurts of sperm that coated her insides.

The prick in Kitty's mouth continued pulsing, still thrust deeply down her throat. Suddenly, after at least ten seconds of being poised in throbbing, bloated readiness, the cock exploded inside her, replacing the salty taste of its meat with the sticky sweetness of a long, sustained discharge of steaming cum so copious that its onslaught took her breath away.

The three of them withdrew, leaving her lying in a heap on the floor. Cum drooled out of her mouth, and between her legs a pinkish mixture flowed from her asshole, a bubbling mixture of sperm and blood spilling onto the floor where it mixed with the cum oozing from her pussy.

Rough hands grabbed her arms and pulled her up with a painful lurch and she found herself looking straight into Dumont's ugly face. He was fully clothed now, she noticed. His hand lashed across her face.

"Now, listen, you filthy whore," Dumont said. "I'm going to give you exactly five minutes to put on your clothes and get the hell out of here. If you aren't gone by then, I'm going to call the house detective and have him run you in."

Kitty nodded dully. She put her clothes on as best she could and hobbled silently out the door.

As she took the back stain down to the lobby, Kitty put her hand between her legs and, seeing fresh blood on her fingertips, vowed that she would someday get even, one way or another.

CHAPTER FIVE

"Jennifer, this is Kimberly. Can you come over to my apartment this evening?" Kimberly said into the phone.

"Of course. What's happened?" Jennifer said. "Two other women have called, one right after another. They were both raped on the same day. They'll both be at my place tonight." Jennifer was astonished, then she said, "I'll be there."

"Okay, I'll see you at eight," Kimberly said, then hung up.

Jennifer sat by the phone, still shaken, after she had finished talking to Kimberly. Ever since the Satan's Mothers had taped her she felt like a stranger in her own body. Her body felt alien to her. She couldn't stand to look at herself, especially when her body was uncovered.

Jennifer got up and went into her bedroom and opened a dresser drawer and removed a cigar box. She opened it and removed a tinfoil packet and unwrapped it. She sprinkled some of the brownish-green contents into a small piece of thin paper and rolled it into a cigarette, then lit it and took a deep drag of the joint.

As she relaxed, Jennifer began to wonder if she would ever be able to look at her pussy again without feeling sick.

Jennifer wondered about the other women she was going to be meeting with tonight. Did they feel the same way? As she thought about it, Jennifer's hand dropped onto her belly, and, as she continued to savor the effects of the grass, her fingers slid down past her navel and onto her pelvis. She fell asleep that way. In the drug-induced dream that followed, she imagined her cunt appearing from nowhere, disembodied, an entity unto itself. It was huge and hairy, slobbering, moist lips quivering. It grabbed her hand with a sucking motion and swallowed her whole arm, its drooling lips pulsing near her face.

Jennifer awoke with a start to discover that her hand had found its way between her legs and that her thighs had closed around it, shoving her palm against her hot, straining pussy. She withdrew her hand frantically, running into the bathroom to wash her hands. Looking at herself in the mirror, Jennifer regarded her chalky, terrified face, and promised herself, "I've got to tell them about this. It's my only chance."

"I'm glad you're all here on time," Kimberly said, "because we've got a lot to talk about tonight."

"How we gonna do this?" Kitty said. "We gonna take turns and tell how we was messed with. 'Cause if that's what you got in mind, I'm leaving."

"Then why are you here?" Gilda said, feeling wary.

"I'm here for action. I don't wanna talk about what happened, I wanna do something about it," Kitty said militantly.

"I share your determination, Kitty," Kimberly said. "However, we've got to remember that there are four individuals here, and we may have different needs. Especially at first."

"Yes, yes," Gilda said in a rush. "I just don't know what to do with myself since it happened. I'm afraid to go back to work. I'm afraid to even go out of my apartment. I'm frightened of men, and I'm frightened of myself."

"Why?" Kimberly said.

"I don't know, maybe this will sound silly, but… I can't go to sleep at night wondering if maybe I did something to encourage him to do that to me. Maybe he thought I wanted it. Maybe it wasn't his fault at all, but mine."

"Shit!" Kitty suddenly exclaimed. "What I got to say to you, sweetie, is this: Who was it that got into your cunt?"

"A man."

"And who was it that got up into all of our cunts?"

"Men."

"And you ever heard tell of any woman raping a man?" Kitty pressed Gilda.

"No."

"Then I don't have to say no more," Kitty concluded matter-of-factly.

At this point Kimberly noticed that Jennifer was sitting silently with a troubled expression on her face. "What's wrong, Jennifer, you're so quiet, you're not saying anything?"

"Oh… I… I was just listening to what you all had to say," Jennifer said uncertainly.

"No, I think it's something more than that," Kimberly said. "You look troubled. You've got to tell us what's bothering you or we aren't going to be able to help you."

"I just can't help it, I…" Jennifer said, beginning to sob, holding her head in her hands.

"What is it, Jennifer?" Kimberly said. "Tell us. If you can't trust us, who can you trust?"

Jennifer lifted her head, trying to compose herself. Then she slowly looked around the room, exploring the face of each of the other women. Kimberly was right, she decided, if she didn't put her trust in them then she would be totally alone, certain to become a chronic nervous wreck.

"It's my pussy," Jennifer blurted out. "I can't stand to touch it, I can't stand to look at it!"

"Why?" Kitty asked.

Jennifer looked shame-faced and bewildered. "I know why," Gilda said. "You think that what's between your legs is dirty, maybe evil. You can't stop thinking that maybe being raped had something to do with you, that maybe you deserved it."

"You're right," Jennifer said.

"Man, that's dumb," Kitty interjected. "But it's not, don't you see," Jennifer said, becoming more animated with Gilda on her side. "I had this job where I was dancing with no clothes on, turning these guys on every night. When I was up there dancing I actually enjoyed it. The audience made me sick, but I was turned on by my body. Lots of times when I was finished I'd go back to the dressing room and my pussy would be sopping wet I'd gotten so excited."

"Look, I can understand that, but that don't give you no call to blame yourself," Kitty said. "In case you're all wondering just what it is that I do, well, I'm a hooker. In other words, I fuck for a living, and that makes what you did, Jennifer, look like a Sunday School picnic. Now, believe me, Mama didn't raise no, what you call 'em, masochists for daughters. Nobody could fuck for a living who didn't like it."

The other three women were shocked into silence by Kitty's revelation.

"I don't know why you're surprised. How you think a black woman gonna get enough bread together to get out if she wants to split the ghetto – go into part-time brain surgery?" Kitty said sardonically.

"But… being a hooker…" Gilda said with distaste.

"Look, kiddo, their faces are all alike to me – they're just great big blobs. And sometimes when I'm laying there on my back while a dude sticks his prick in me, or laps my pussy, or I'm sucking on a cock, I think about some program I saw on television last night. But then other times, when I'm in the mood, I get it on – not with whoever's fucking me, but just with the idea of coming. Then I let it all hang out. Doesn't have nothing to do with the men, has to do with myself as a woman. That's a lot of jive they've been feeding us for years, that fucking is mainly for men. Bullshit, fuckin' is just as much a woman's bag, maybe more. A man shoots his wad and he's done for. Shit, I've come so many times that I've lost count. Where's the man who can match that?"

"Well, that's certainly true," Kimberly said.

"I'd like to think she's right," Jennifer said, "that what I was doing while I was up there dancing was just the natural thing for a woman to do under the circumstances. But, in the meantime, I still feel funny… I mean about my pussy. Right now I can feel it between my legs as though it didn't belong there."

"There's only one thing to do," Kimberly said. "You've got to face this problem head on. We've got to help you get over this before we go on to anything else. Do the rest of you agree?"

"Right on," Kitty said, while Gilda nodded her head silently.

"What do you think I should do?" Jennifer said timidly.

"You've got to get it out into the open," Kimberly said.

"But we're already talking about it," Jennifer said.

"No, I mean literally," Kimberly said. "You've got to deal with your pussy as a thing, as the part of your body that it actually is, instead of a neurotic abstraction."

"I'm not sure what all them big words she's using mean," Kitty said to Jennifer, "but I catch her meaning, and she's right. You got to show yourself and us that your cunt's nothin' to be afraid of."

"What in the world do you want me to do?" Jennifer asked incredulously.

"The same thing you did every night until you quit your job," Kimberly said. "Take off your clothes and don't be afraid to show it."

Jennifer sat and looked around the room. For some reason her gaze stopped at Gilda, perhaps because she seemed the most innocent and proper of the group. Jennifer silently beseeched Gilda for advice as to what she should do. When Gilda nodded her head, Jennifer decided to stand up and go through with it.

Jennifer's jeans dropped to the floor so that she was standing in the middle of the room in a blouse and her panties. She started to hook her thumbs under the elastic of her panties to remove them but froze. "Help me," she murmured.

Gilda got up and walked over to her, gently placing her hands on her hips and sliding the panties down her legs to the ankles where Jennifer stepped out of them.

Gilda looked at the thatch of blonde hair between Jennifer's legs. It occurred to her that except for her own she had never looked closely at another woman's cunt, and she was suddenly overwhelmed with curiosity.

"Do you want me to help you?" Gilda said softly to Jennifer.

"Please," Jennifer replied.

"Sit down on the edge of the couch," Gilda said.

Jennifer did as Gilda suggested, trembling with anxiety.

While Kimberly and Kitty looked on, Gilda gently pulled Jennifer's knees apart and then tenderly ran her hand along her inner thigh, slowly approaching her cunt.

As Gilda's soft fingers touched her pussy for the first time, Jennifer could feel an electric sensation pulse through her pussy. Gilda pulled back her hand and rubbed her fingers against her palm. "Oh, my," she said in a whisper, "they're wet."

Gilda's hand returned to Jennifer's moistening pussy, this time her fingers traced the outline of the slick lips, following their trail all the way to the bottom of Jennifer's steaming cunt and through the strands of wispy hair to her puckering asshole.

Gilda repeated this caressing route several times, on the last couple of times she fingered Jennifer's moist, pink clitoris.

It was when Gilda used her fingers to stretch the slick lips of Jennifer's pussy apart, exposing the glistening pink interior of her cunt, that Kimberly jumped up and said, "I'll get a mirror so she can see herself and see there's nothing to be afraid of."

Kimberly left the room and came back with a hand mirror which she placed between Jennifer's quivering thighs so Jennifer could have a full view of her cunt as Gilda's fingers caressed every part of it.

"Look," Kimberly instructed. "It's beautiful. You have a beautiful pussy. There's nothing down there to hurt or frighten you, or to be ashamed of."

Jennifer looked at the reflection in the mirror, saw the damp, pink folds of her cunt as they were tenderly manipulated by Gilda's hand. Her cunt looked soft and succulent, something to be savored, a morsel of sticky, moist sweetness. As Jennifer looked at her pussy, she abruptly felt the urge to touch it and stroke it. She plunged her hand between her legs, entwining her fingers with Gilda's. Together they began to rub vigorously, and Jennifer felt her creamy pussy discharge.

As she looked at her cunt being thoroughly rubbed and caressed, Jennifer suddenly felt as one with the group. She was sure now that they did understand and that they could help her.

"Please," she pleaded to them. "All of you. Touch it. Touch my pussy. Rub your fingers over it."

Still holding the mirror, Kimberly plunged her free hand between Jennifer's open thighs to join the others. In a moment, the reflection in the mirror revealed to Jennifer the addition of a fourth hand, Kitty's black fingers. The fingers swarmed over her pussy.

The mirror revealed black fingers spreading the lips of Jennifer's cunt and folding them back, exposing delicious pink folds leading to a warm canal of glistening flesh. Other fingers plunged into the opening as they whipped her clitoris into a state of erection.

Jennifer knew from the excruciatingly pleasurable constriction in her cunt that she was ready to come. Her gaze was fixed on the mirror's image of her pussy as she came explosively.

The walls of Jennifer's cunt began to swell with blood even more than they had before, transforming the inner pink into ripe scarlet. Jennifer came, experiencing one, two, three, four orgasms. In the throes of orgasmic delirium, Jennifer closed her legs, trying to seal in the thrilling joy she felt, wanting it never to stop. As her thighs crushed together, the fingers, stroking and manipulating her to prolonged ecstasy, were caught in the nest of her pussy, swamped in drooling sexual release as Jennifer began to scream.

"Yes, scream, Jennifer, let it all hang out," Kimberly said. On impulse she wrested her fingers free from the frothing, clutching cunt and placed them on Jennifer's mouth. Jennifer licked them, tasting the sweet scent of her own beautiful, creaming pussy. Quickly, the others followed suit, and immediately Jennifer's face was glistening with cuntjuice.

CHAPTER SIX

"The thing about getting even," Kimberly said to the others at their next meeting, "is that Kitty and Jennifer more or less know who the guys were who attacked them, while Gilda and I haven't got the faintest idea who jumped us."

"Yeah," Kitty said, "that does sort of throw a monkey wrench into things."

"I don't know," Gilda said. "This talk of revenge makes me nervous. The idea of trying to get even seems so extreme."

"It is," Jennifer admitted. "But the way I figure it, not any more extreme than what's already happened to all four of us."

"Maybe you're right," Gilda said sadly. "Maybe the world is getting to be the kind of place where you can't be reasonable any more and be safe."

"Man, you girls sure sound educated," Kitty said. "You take all day to say something that's this simple: It's a dog-eat-dog world out there. You either fight back or you get eaten, just like in the ghetto, and I been livin' there my whole life."

After a pause, while they all digested the ominous course the discussion had taken, Kimberly said, "Well, okay, it seems decided. Revenge is our main purpose. The only question now is whether we'll go after the ones who raped us, or just launch an attack on men in general."

"I'd really like to sock it to those fat ass rich bastards who did me in," Kitty said. "I really crave some action like that."

"What about you, Gilda? Jennifer?"

"What can I say?" Gilda said. "After all, I don't know the identity of the man who raped me. We'd have to hang around the ghetto trying to find out who he was by spotting him."

"And that might take forever," Kitty said. "People come and go down there like the wind. Anyway, it would be funny as hell, three honky chicks hanging around on the street like you'd have to do."

"What about you, Jennifer, what do you think?" Gilda said.

"I'd like to know which direction Kimberly thinks we ought to take."

"The way I see it is this," Kimberly began earnestly. "We've got to decide what's the most important: getting back at just these guys who raped us, or at men in general. It's a sort of philosophical question."

"I'll tell you," Kitty interrupted. "All men are pigs and it don't make no difference who we waste. One's as good or bad as the other. And I'll tell you right now, that's where I stand, that's the way I see it."

"Kimberly?" Gilda asked.

"Yes, I agree with Kitty. I feel that way too. How 'bout you, Gilda?"

Gilda sat there silently.

"Gilda?"

"Yes, yes, I agree, too," Gilda said hesitantly.

"Do you agree, Jennifer?" Kimberly said.

"I wish I could answer differently. But now that I think about it honestly, there's no way I can disagree," Jennifer said matter-of-factly.

"Then it's settled unanimously," Kimberly said commandingly. "It's men we're after. Not just this man or that one, but all men. They're the enemy."

"Right on!" Kitty declared, and the others chorused their approval.

Kimberly waited a few moments until there was silence and said ominously, "Then, all that remains is the planning for our first strike. Just remember, we want to make every step we take count."

Mayor Richard Staley was an old-fashioned politician, which meant that he had no place in his administration for minority groups and women except in infrequent token slots. His troops were staffed by men, men just like himself, whose method of operation was to exploit anything and everything they could to accumulate more power. Lately, however, there had been some question as to the closed nature of the Staley administration, and suits had been filed in court by people seeking equal opportunity.

When questioned about the discrimination against women in his city, Staley was prone to stretching his flabby jowls into a grotesque smile and saying. "Everybody knows a woman's place is in the home. They're already on a pedestal, why should they lower themselves to just being equal with men when we already hold them above us in our hearts? Believe me, there aren't more women in my administration because they don't want to be there. They're already satisfied keeping the precious home fires burning. Anybody who says anything different must be against motherhood and the American way."

Mayor Staley was married and had six children, a fact out of which he made much political hay. However, in the corridors of city hall, and at cocktail parties where people connected with the administration drank a little too much, there were stories that a staff member was assigned full time to fix him up with girls, the younger the better. Apparently he avoided a mistress to decrease the possibility of complications and blackmail, and also because he liked a variety of young pussy.

"You're in the business," Kimberly said to Kitty after their discussion of Mayor Staley's background. "Is there anything to those stories about Mayor Staley? Have you ever heard about anybody getting a call to make it with the big tub of guts?"

"Yeah, I've heard a few things about him," Kitty said.

"Like what?" Gilda asked, fascinated.

"That he likes the young ones," Kitty said.

"Well, almost anybody's younger than he is," Gilda said.

"No, no, baby, the real young ones," Kitty said.

"Jesus," Jennifer said with disgust, "that old fart must be sixty-five years old if he's a day – and he's fat as a pig. Anyway, didn't I hear he was in the hospital a couple of years ago for some kind of… down there?"

"Oh, you mean on his prostate gland," Kimberly said. "I remember that, you're right, he did have prostate surgery. It would seem to me to be a miracle for him to be able to get it up."

"Well, not bein' able to get it up don't mean nothin'," Kitty replied nonchalantly.

"How can it mean nothing?" Gilda asked incredulously. "I mean, why would a man hire a girl if he didn't intend to… you know… if he…"

"Fuck her?" Kitty said.

"Well, yes."

"Shit, kid, I can see you gotta lot to learn," Kitty said. "When you're a hooker you meet all kinds. It gets so that you think of some guy who just wants a straight fuck as some kind of square. Everybody's got their little quirks. A lotta dudes that ain't been able to get a hard-on for years see hookers all the time."

"What do they do?" Gilda wanted to know.

"Oh, just about everything you can think of," Kitty said with a professional air. "Some of them like to smack you around, and then others want you to smack them around. Some just wanna look while you get yourself off. Others like to lick your pussy. Some even like to have you shit on 'em. All kinds of things."

"What do you suppose his honor goes for?" Jennifer asked.

"What I heard," Kitty said, "is that he likes 'em to dress up like, little girls – you know, long wool stockings, petticoats, white cotton underpants, shaved curds, the whole bit."

"What's he do then?" Gilda asked.

"He plays with 'em for a while, and then sort of fucks 'em."

"But, how, how could he? I thought we decided he couldn't get it up?" Jennifer said.

"Not regular fucking, from what I hear tell. They say he has this thing he straps on made out of rubber or plastic – a fake dick, a dildo. Anyway, he puts this thing over his real shriveled-up prick and sticks it in the girl's pussy, and she's supposed to pretend that she loves it and talk all kinds of baby talk to him about what a big cock he has while he's fucking her."

"That sounds revolting to me," Jennifer said, gagging.

"Not too much, though," Kimberly said, looking at Jennifer.

"What are you getting at, Kimberly? Why are you looking at me like that?" Jennifer wanted to know.

Kimberly continued looking at Jennifer, gazing at her youthful face and figure.

"Oh, no… oh, no, Kimberly," Jennifer stammered. "Not me… you don't expect me to…"

"Who else?" Kimberly said. "Mayor Staley is a perfect target for what we have in mind, and if he likes young girls, who's the youngest one we've got?"

"Well, I am, but…"

"But what?" Kimberly said. "Somebody's got to be the bait. Anyway, don't worry, we'll all be there. We'll be there when it counts. Right, girls?"

Kitty and Gilda voiced their support, Gilda adding, "I know it sounds repulsive, Jennifer, but we've all got to make sacrifices if we're going to accomplish anything. Sure, it's tough, but if you think about it, it's no more disgusting than what you were doing every night at The Blue Room – except that you'll only have to do it once for a few minutes and something good will come out of it. We'll all be there."

"Well, when you put it that way, I guess you're right," Jennifer said. "Okay, I'll do it."

"Great," Kimberly said. "Now, Kitty, can you use some of your contacts to get Jennifer and his honor together?"

"Right on."

"Then, only one thing remains if Jennifer is going to play the part to the hilt," Kimberly said. "What's that?" Gilda asked.

"We're going to have to shave her pussy."

Now that the idea of shaving the hair from her pussy had been suggested, Jennifer started to wonder expectantly what her cunt was going to look like.

The others quickly noticed that Jennifer was aroused when they lifted her skirt and pulled down her panties in preparation for the shaving. A blob of sticky foam bubbled out from between her pussy lips and drooled down the crevice of her cunt, prompting Kitty to call to Kimberly who was in the bathroom getting the shaving equipment, "If you don't shake your ass, Kimberly, you won't need any of that lather. No need for hot lather when she's already made herself this hot."

Kimberly returned to the room with the razor and a mug of frothy soap, laughing. "Oh, no," she said, "the lather's half the fun. Makes your pussy look like an ice-cream sundae – good enough to eat. Only no nuts."

The others, including Jennifer, laughed as Kimberly slowly and deliciously spread the warm, moist lather around the lips of Jennifer's pussy.

If anyone had suggested to Jennifer before that she shave her cunt, she would have been horrified by the idea. Now, with the new perspective she had developed concerning her body, and especially her cunt, she was looking forward to the shearing as something that would enhance her femininity. After the hair was gone, there would be nothing to conceal the beauty of her pussy.

When Kimberly started shaving, the strokes of the razor sent a sensation of maddening friction throbbing through Jennifer's loins as the blade glided over the sensitive skin surrounding her cunt. Jennifer couldn't control the sticky turmoil inside her cunt, and her pussy lips weren't able to restrain a steady, gooey discharge that bubbled out between them and mixed with the shaving cream.

When Kimberly had finished, Jennifer looked down at her bare cunt, rubbing her hand softly over the mound that had been covered with hair. She placed her forefinger on the crevice of her cunt, between her damp pussy lips, able to feel the throbbing heat emitting from the pink, sticky flesh inside. As she felt her cunt, and looked proudly down at it, she felt a wave of pleasure that reminded her of the glory of being a woman.

CHAPTER SEVEN

"Listen, Murphy," the mayor said, irritation showing through the bags of fat that over the years had somehow looked like appendages on his fate. "Stop beating around the bush. There's only one thing I want to know. Is she a young one or not?"

"Sure, Mayor, sure," Murphy assured him. He was a man in his forties who tried to look younger, wearing loud clothes and turtleneck shirts, but only succeeded in looking like a perpetual tourist. He was married to one of the mayor's nieces, and was a chronic gambler who would have had his legs broken a long time ago because of the debts he had run up with the city's loan sharks except for his relation by marriage to the mayor. The city administration was as much in partnership with the mob that ran loan-sharking as it was with the construction companies that built and maintained the city streets – in fact, a lot of them were owned by the same people and when the mayor told the bait sharks to lay off Murphy, they did.

Meanwhile, to keep his niece's husband out of further trouble, the mayor gave him a job as a personal aide. The job consisted of lining up fresh pussy for the mayor's only hobby outside of politics, which was fucking young-looking girls, and Murphy had turned out to be pretty good at it, finally being successful at something.

"Okay, Murphy, I'll take your word for it," the mayor rumbled. "I guess it'll be all right, I always like new faces… and, heh, heh, other parts," he chuckled. When he laughed, he looked like a jack-o-lantern that had somehow started to melt. "I've got a meeting in a couple of hours so I'm going now to the apartment. Have her there."

"She's already waiting," Murphy assured him. The mayor hoisted himself up from his chair, and, before he left the desk, he unlocked a desk drawer and removed a brown, unmarked box.

"My equipment," the mayor said smugly without the slightest trace of self-consciousness, so insulated was he in his trappings of power that he automatically assumed that whatever he did was correct and called for, even if it was fucking young girls with a ten-inch dildo.

The limousine whisked the mayor to the secret apartment. The mayor told the driver, "Be back in an hour, and got out, waddling away from the long, black car, clutching the box under his arm."

Mayor Staley took the freight elevator to the fourth floor and walked down the hall. He stopped in front of the door to catch his breath. He was so used to having things done for him that walking even the shortest distance reduced him to a quivering, sweating mass of quaking fat.

The mayor sucked in his gut and wiped his brow with a handkerchief. When he had composed himself, he opened the door.

Mayor Staley felt rejuvenated. These sessions made him feel years younger and pounds lighter, almost imagining that he could still get his prick up, that the fearsome dildo was actually growing out of his crotch instead of strapped around his enormous waist. The mayor insisted on it just being him and the girl so that each experience was like an oasis in the middle of politics for him. Also, he didn't want any of his aides knowing what he actually did to these girls; it was just between him and the girls, and they were well paid for whatever damage he did to them. Mayor Staley had always said, "Money can buy anything," and that included, for example, the fee for plastic surgery that rebuilt a girl's breasts after he had torn off her nipples with a pair of pinking shears during one particularly intense session.

"Yoo hoo, are you in there, you little cutie?" the mayor called. With the door safely locked behind him, the mayor's usual stodgy, heavy tongued personality changed into a parody of a smitten schoolboy ready to knock off his first piece of ass.

Hearing him from the next room, Jennifer called back, "Right in here, Dicky-wicky."

Murphy had told her in advance to be sure and never call the mayor by his tide, and to sound like a little kid talking to her favorite uncle.

Mayor Staley, as much as his age and obesity would allow him, bounded into the room and took in Jennifer with a wide-eyed stare.

Jennifer was curled back at the end of a sofa, resting against the armrest with her legs tucked under her and hugging a teddy bear with a pout on her face. Her pigtails hung down to the shoulders of her white dickey blouse. Her red corduroy pinafore ended at her upper thighs. She was wearing knee-high socks with a checkered pattern and black patent-leather Mary Janes, and had a wad of bubblegum in her mouth. Underneath the pinafore and her short jumper dress, Jennifer could feel the soft, absorbent fabric of her white cotton underpants hugging the contours of her hairless crotch.

"Would you like to have some fun, little girl?" the mayor said smirkingly as he approached Jennifer, licking his fleshy lips.

"Oooooh, I'd love it," she lied in a childish voice, opening her eyes like Little Orphan Annie's.

"What would you like to do?" he said, leaning over her and tickling her under the chin.

"Let's play doctor," she said innocently.

"Au right, little girl," he said, "but I get to be the doctor and you have to be the patient."

"Okay," Jennifer said, "but what does that mean?"

"It means I have to undress you so I can examine you," he said and moved toward her, his pudgy hands reaching out for her body.

Jennifer wanted to scream and run away, kicking the grotesque old man in the balls before she fled, although it was unlikely her foot would have been able to locate his balls, hidden as they were in all that fat. An his clammy hands touched her, she twisted around so that her legs were now out from under her. She put her feet upon the edge of the cushion with her knees up and her thighs apart, the now-white crotch of her cotton panties plainly visible under her red pinafore. The sight of her crotch caused the mayor to grunt like an on as his hand began rubbing up along the wool socks, from her knee to the inside of her thighs. Jennifer couldn't stop from quivering.

"What's the matter, little girl," the mayor slobbered. "Are you afraid of the doctor?"

"It… it's just that I don't know what you're going to do to me," Jennifer said abruptly, then quickly slipped back into character and finished by saying: "Now, please, don't hurt me, Dicky-wicky."

"Only if you're a bad little girl and don't do what the doctor wants," the mayor said solemnly as his hand slid completely up the inside of her thigh and rested against the cotton mesh coveting her pussy. Instantly one of his stubby fingers dipped under the elastic and rubbed over her hairless flesh until it slipped inside Jennifer's cunt.

"My, my," the mayor said, obviously pleased. "You are a young thing, aren't you. You don't have a single hair on your cookie. That makes your doctor very happy."

Now his sweaty hand was under the fabric of the panties, exploring her cunt. The pressure of his probing hand was so intense that Jennifer had no alternative but to spread her legs further apart as he placed his palm flush against her pussy.

Despite her aversion to him, there was no way Jennifer could physically ignore the sensation in her cunt. She felt her pussy muscles contracting and a wetness seeped from her cunt.

The mayor obviously was aware of the physical sensations taking place between Jennifer's legs. After a few moments of intense rubbing, he removed his hand from her pussy and brought it to his face, sniffing like a dog at the sticky scent his fingers and then running his tongue over Jennifer's musky discharge and moaning, "Mmmmmm," as he rolled his eyes around in their pouches of fat.

Jennifer forced herself to murmur, "Am I being a good girl, doctor?"

"Yes, yes, you are, sweetie," he said, still savoring the scent and moisture of her pussy. "But I'm afraid I'm going to have to do more. Maybe, heh, heh, operate."

"Ooooh," she said, wide-eyed. "You're not going to hurt me are you?"

"Of course not, child," he said. "Now I want you to take off your underpants so I can get a good took between your legs."

Trying to conceal her reluctance, Jennifer reached down and rolled the cotton panties down her hips and legs, kicking them off over the buckles of her Mary Janes onto the floor, exposing her hairless pussy to the mayor's gaze. The thrill of seeing her cunt overwhelmed him with excitement as he began drooling.

Jennifer closed her eyes and winced as the mayor dropped his bull-like head between her thighs and mashed his pulpy face against her cunt. The sensitive skin, unprotected by any hair, took the full brunt of his sweaty skin and slobbering mouth. His tongue began lashing sloppily into the gash of her cunt, darting past her cuntlips into the interior, sliding sideways and then up and down inside her pussy. He located Jennifer's clitoris and pushed his tongue against it, alternately probing and sucking, as Jennifer began rolling her pelvis around in his face.

Jennifer was able to stop herself as the mayor increased his sucking on her clit. Her ass was rolling uncontrollably around in his face, and when she felt his drooling mouth increase the suction on her clitoris and hold it for almost a minute, she went into a frenzied spasm, her body shaking and her legs stiffening.

Suddenly she felt an incredible tautness of her flesh. As she rammed her throbbing pussy against the mayor's face, she realized that the tautness was in her bladder, that she was going to have to pinto relieve the excruciating pressure.

She raised herself up and started to piss, letting go tentatively at first, and then totally losing control of her sphincter muscle. The mayor could feel the liquid oozing out and he opened his mouth wide to swallow the shimmering yellow stream that cascaded from Jennifer's cunt. She shivered at first in apprehension, fearful of how he would take it, but by the way he compulsively slurped in the onslaught of the torrent of piss and swallowed every drop, it was obvious that he loved it.

How much the mayor loved the sort of thing that had just happened was emphasized seconds after he had finished savoring the last drop of Jennifer's piss. Without warning he plunged one, then two fingers up her puckering asshole and began rotating them vigorously all the way up her rectal canal into her bowels. Christ, Jennifer thought, a cold sweat enveloping her body, he wants me to shit on him!

Mayor Staley probed deeper and deeper into her ass, his fingertips actually pressing against the elastic walls of her lower colon as he attempted to unloosen the shit contained there. Jennifer had no choice – the mayor's skill at stimulating her asshole being as great as a trained proctologist's.

She could feel a mass of skit at the bottom of her colon, inundating the mayor's stubby fingers in its fetid warmth. As he felt the skit pulsing for release, his two fingers widened the opening of her anal canal so the shit could come hurtling down her rectal passage, exploding from her asshole.

Suddenly, Jennifer could contain herself no longer. As she felt the shit leave her bowels, the mayor quickly slid his fingers down her ass and pulled them out, making a popping noise as they sprung free from her asshole. The shit came barreling out, hurtling furiously, building up momentum.

Three turds popped out of her asshole one right after another. Jennifer could feel her cunt tighten maddeningly the second the shit had been released, and then her pussy discharged a gooey secretion that spilled out of her cunt down to her ass and soaked her inner thighs.

The mayor looked greedily at the shit that Jennifer had deposited on the couch and floor and then shifted his gaze to her cunt and inner thighs. With such an unexpected and violent bowel movement, shit naturally clung in pieces to the ridges of Jennifer's throbbing asshole, mingling sloppily with the oozing liquid spilling out of her heaving cunt. Mayor Staley thrust his head between her legs and placed his hands under her buttocks, clutching her asscheeks as hard as he could so he could tam her shitty, sticky crotch into his beet-red face.

Jennifer could feel his tongue greedily lapping up every trace of shit and pussy juice, and heard his knees squishing in the turds that had fallen to the floor.

It was a sensation Jennifer had never experienced as the mayor's tongue shot into her asshole, reaming the inside of it for the last vestiges of hot, sticky shit. When he was finally finished, he lifted his head and smiled at her, a brown ring showing around his mouth.

If all of this was just the preliminaries, Jennifer wondered what could be next. She soon found out as the mayor stood up, and, panting and sweating like he was about ready to have a heart attack, tore off his clothing and stood naked before her, his huge mounds of ugly fat drooping and billowing all over his body.

Jennifer looked for his cock and balls, but her search was in vain as the enormous expanse of his stomach obscured whatever he had between his legs.

The mayor turned and waddled to the table where he had set down his unmarked box.

He laboriously bent over and slipped the elastic band around his puffy ankles and shimmied it up his legs and over his hips so that it now encompassed his elephantine waist. Then he took the enormous appendage attached to the elastic and forced it down over the apex of his huge stomach and slid it down the underside of his belly to the vicinity of where his groin should be.

Jennifer saw him lift the incredible mound of fat that was his abdomen, and for a brief second before he slipped his device over it, she saw his actual cock and balls. They were pathetic-looking, shriveled up pieces of useless flab, his prick looking like some sort of shrunken yellow root and his balls like grapes that had been left out in the sun too long and were turning into raisins.

But now the mayor's useless cock and balls had vanished and were supplanted by the waving staff of his murderous-looking dildo. Maybe somebody, sometime, had an actual cock that huge, Jennifer thought in terror, but never one that seemed so stiff, so hard, so unyielding, so destructive-looking – a cock designed not for fucking, but for tearing a cunt apart, ripping it into a bloody, gaping wound.

Mayor Staley moved menacingly toward Jennifer, his mounds of fat rippling. The weapon was between his legs, a veritable telephone pole of a cock, a lance of destruction aimed at Jennifer's vulnerable cunt.

"Oh, God," Jennifer whispered just before the mayor reached her and started to grope sweatily at her, snorting like a warthog in heat, "where are they?" Kimberly, Kitty and Gilda were supposed to rescue her when the going get rough.

And now the slobbering mayor, his foul breath reeking of piss and shit leaned over and put his stinking, drooling lips to her face, running his squishy hands all over her body. He brushed his fetid mouth across her face, the enormous dildo darted like a lance between her legs and she could already feel the cold metal knob chafing against her pussy. She tried to close her legs, but that only made things worse as the impact of her inner thighs only happed the gigantic pole in her crotch.

The mayor was through with his version of foreplay now. He wanted to fuck Jennifer now. He wanted to fuck the huge prick up her cunt, the cunt that looked so innocent and young with no hair on it, practically blushing as he abused her pussy, his old and overworked heart pounding in anticipation at getting inside the young pussy quivering before him.

"Tell me," he rasped with his foul breath into Jennifer's ear. "Tell me what I want to hear."

She didn't know what he wanted. Tell him what?

"Tell me I've got the biggest prick you've ever seen. Tell me you've got to have it inside your pussy, pushing your cunt all the way out your throat. Tell me to fuck you," he insisted excitedly. Jennifer winced at the thought of the pain the monster dildo would send through her aunt; however she was even more fearful of what the mayor would do if she refused. She realized that until Kimberly, Kitty and Gilda appeared she would have to go along with him. There seemed to be no alternative but to place her hand between her legs and wrap her trembling fingers around the anxious, thrusting dildo, and mutter, "You have the biggest prick I've ever seen. Please fuck me."

"What's that?" he demanded. "Say it louder. Shout it out!"

But Jennifer was momentarily speechless. For when she placed her hand around the fake cock she realized that its spring and power came from the flexible wires that were built into the plastic rubber.

Jennifer could feel the vibrations of the deadly instrument twanging beneath her fingers so much deadly energy was stored in the powerful dildo. She knew that once it was inside her cunt the whiplash generated by the mayor's body movements would cause the metal knobs jutting from the head to batter the interior of her cunt.

"Come on, you filthy cunt!" the mayor screamed. "Say it so I can hear it!"

Jennifer closed her eyes and repeated as though she were a robot, "You've got the biggest prick I've ever seen. Please fuck me," and then she grabbed it again, this time holding onto the dildo out of necessity.

"Ah, you want it, don't you, you can't wait," the mayor stuffed gutturally, flecks of spit spewing from his foul lips. And then he used a straight arm to shove her head back, grabbing at her legs as her head and shoulders bounced against the back of the couch. He spread her thighs apart, the pain from the stretching searing her cunt and asshole. Before she could scream, the dildo was inside her pussy, shooting like a torpedo up her gaping cunthole, the metal studs grooving against the delicate tissues of her pussy.

Jennifer's piercing scream came when the mayor plunged his manufactured prick to the hilt up her cunt, the knobs seeming to ream out the walls of her womb.

Jennifer thought she was going to be fucked to death. She screamed again and the mayor only seemed encouraged to increase his assault as a result of her cries of anguish. The room was filled with the sounds of the mayor's animalistic snorts as he drove the dildo home with one searing thrust after another, accompanied by the sloshing sound of the fake cock inside of Jennifer's cunt.

Then, suddenly, the sounds coming from Jennifer's cunt were drowned out by the crack of wood splintering. As the noise persisted and grew deafening, even the lust-mad mayor heard it and lifted up his head, abruptly stopped fucking. The splintering stopped with a final crash and then footsteps could be heard pounding across the floor toward the mayor and Jennifer. In seconds, Kimberly, Kitty and Gilda could be seen in the doorway.

"Jesus Christ!" the mayor exclaimed, startled. "What the hell is this?"

"Let's just say we're recalling you, Mayor," Kimberly said, advancing toward him, brazenly rolling her hips, the black leather of her high-topped boots gleaming on her lithe legs.

"What the…" he said, his beady eyes bugging out of his enormous head. "Who are you? What do you want?"

"Who me, Mayor honey?" Kitty said, following Kimberly toward the sofa. "I represent the black vote, and we ain't satisfied with the job you been doin' at all."

Gilda followed last, saying nothing as she walked across the room, looking at the hideous, sweating mayor in utter contempt, curling her lip at the sight of his billowing, hanging yellow flab. When she joined the others, she spit in his astonished face, hissing, "You filthy pig."

Jennifer remained pinned under the mayor's bulk, her body, nude below the waist, helpless under his weight, still speared by the enormous cock between his legs. At the sight of her compatriots, the pain she had felt so intensely vanished and a smile crossed her face.

"I was beginning to wonder if you three had joined up with some other cause," Jennifer said.

"Not hardly," Kitty said. "We had some trouble gettin' up here, though. The security in this dump is a mother. I guess that's because of his pigs hip here."

"Then after we got up here," Gilda said, "we had to knock down the door."

"God, girls," Kimberly said with a note of alarm in her voice. "We're standing here chewing the fat and Jennifer is still lying here with that… that thing between her legs. Come on, let's get her loose."

The mayor had lapsed into numbness, unable to believe the events which had just transpired. He became increasingly catatonic when the three women grabbed his huge body from different angles, their fingers sinking into the mattress of his flesh in order to remove him from their skewered friend. Two or three times they had to renew their grips as their fingers lost traction on his sweaty body, but after a few minutes of tugging and hauling, they managed to dislodge him.

From beneath the shimmying mountain of flab that was the mayor, Jennifer felt less pressure on her body. The pole on which she was impaled slowly worked loose from her pussy, her cunt relaxing and contracting as the mayor was pulled off.

With a final burst of effort, Kimberly, Kitty and Gilda got Mayor Staley totally clear of Jennifer. He staggered backward, reeling under his own weight. Jennifer heard a hollow popping sound and looked between her legs. She saw the monstrous head of the dildo pulling tautly out of her pussy, the lips of her cunt snapping back into place as the extraction was finally and violently completed.

The mayor was feeling faint, no longer in control of his massive body. The waning grip of his three assailants was the only thing keeping him upright as he swayed precariously. He felt nauseous and the room swam before him, dizziness distorting his consciousness. Then, when they let go of him, he rocked back and forth several times, until his sense of balance was completely lost and he fell crashing to the floor, blood filling his mouth as his dentures crashed against his gums.

"Now what?" Jennifer asked the others, collecting herself on the sofa and pulling the hem of her pinafore back down over her cunt.

"You just watch, sweetie," Kitty said, "we're gonna give you a treat."

"How?"

"You'll see," Kimberly said. "We're going to give his honor here as good as he gave. Better, in fact. He likes pussy so much, well, we're going to give him more than he can handle." Jennifer watched in astonishment as the three of them quickly removed their clothing and hovered stark naked over the fallen mayor, contemplating him like jackals over a carcass.

The mayor recovered his wits enough to look up and blubber, "Oh, my God, what are you going to do to me?"

"What else? Rape the living shit out of you," Kimberly sneered coldly. Without warning, she straddled his twitching face and quickly lowered herself onto his terrified face, mashing her pussy directly over his nose and mouth.

"Good God!" Jennifer said. "He won't be able to breathe."

"You better believe it," Kimberly said, grinding her hairy crotch into his face as hard as she could. "It's known as too much of a good thing."

In the meantime, Kitty had reached down and removed the enormous dildo from the mayor and strapped it around her own trim black waist. The looming pink monster protruded menacingly from the dark knotted curls of her crotch, the metal knobs appearing even more terrifying. She lost no time grabbing the shaft of the horrible lance and peering between the mayor's obese thighs. She plunged it on a downward angle so it pierced the opening where his stumpy legs connected, fucking into the pulpy red mass that was his asshole.

Even with Kimberly's cunt in his face the mayor's blood-curdling scream tilled the room as Kitty shoved the spear to the hilt in his ruined asshole. She sneered at him. "What's the matter, Mayor motherfucker, two cunts too much for you? Maybe you'd like to try three."

Gilda took Kitty's words as a cue and twisted her lithe naked body down alongside the mayor on the floor. Even Jennifer couldn't believe it as the innocent-looking Gilda actually took the mayor's pathetic-looking cock and balls into her mouth all in one gulp. She saw Gilda chomp her jaws down as hard as she could, grinding her teeth on the mayor's genitals.

This time the mayor's scream was so intense that the force of it seemed to shoot up Kimberly's cunt as his mouth met her pussy lips. The scream stiffened her spine and jogged her as if she were riding an unruly home.

Then suddenly, there were no more sounds, and no more struggling. The mayor lay still like a beached whale. Kimberly climbed off his face and motioned Gilda away from his bloody crotch. Kitty undid the elastic of the dildo, leaving it sticking like a sword in the mayor's ass.

"Is he all right?" Jennifer asked from the sofa. The mayor summoned all of the energy he had left for one enormous spasm, and then lay stone still, only the big toe of his left foot twitching.

Kimberly took his pulse and calmly said: "The patient just died of a heart attack, a massive coronary."

The four of them mutely watched the former mayor's face turn blue.

CHAPTER EIGHT

"Did you see the papers?" Jennifer asked Kimberly, walking in from the kitchen holding two cups of coffee.

Kimberly sat up in bed and yawned. Bleary eyed, she looked at the pages of the morning paper strewn all over the bed where Jennifer had been reading them. Jennifer had moved in with Kimberly right after the confrontation with the mayor.

"No, I haven't read them yet, I just woke up when you came into the room," Kimberly said. "What's going on in the world, anyway?"

Jennifer handed Kimberly a cup of coffee and said, "The mayor's on the front page again today."

"Really?" Kimberly said, her eyebrows rising as she sat up further in bed, exposing her breasts fully.

Jennifer couldn't resist looking at Kimberly's tits, centering her gaze on the pinkish-brown nipples and feeling a twinge of excitement between her legs. Living with another woman had continued her education as a woman, and several times a day Jennifer experienced intimate glimpses of Kimberly that enhanced her appreciation of what it meant to be a female.

"Yes," Jennifer said, shifting her gaze from Kimberly's tits to the front page of the paper. She picked it up and showed it to her friend. "It looks like we're home free. They're saying he just died of a heart attack, plain and simple. There's still been no mention of any of the rest of it."

"I'd be floored if there was," Kimberly said dryly.

"Why? Think what a story the truth would be," Jennifer said, sitting on the edge of the bed, purposely positioning herself so Kimberly could have a full view of her breasts.

"What a story that would be is precisely why nobody's ever going to read anything about it," Kimberly said. "The people who run this city are never going to let a story like that get out. After all, every city politician with a pot to piss in was tied in with Staley's administration. How would it look if the public found out their fallen leader was found with a ten-inch dildo sticking out of his ass and teeth marks on his cock?"

"Oh, God, how I wish we could get them all… all those rotten politicians…" Jennifer said, absent-mindedly running her hand over the mound of flesh above her hairless pussy.

"So would I," Kimberly said, taking the paper from Jennifer with one hand while dropping the other to her thighs. "But we've got to remember that men are our first enemy, not just politicians. And we've got to be thinking about what we're going to do next. The case of the mayor is closed – look, the coroner says they aren't even going to do an autopsy. You know what that means?"

"What?"

"It means we got away with it, home free," Kimberly said, squeezing Jennifer's thigh.

Jennifer rolled backward and moved her leg just enough so that Kimberly's hand shifted to her cunt. She liked the sensation of her friend's hand between her legs caressing her warm pussy. She also liked the feel of her own hand on Kimberly's smooth, flawless skin. She casually threw her arm around Kimberly's shoulders, moving closer to her, her fingertips teasing her friend's beautiful tits. Feeling secure, Jennifer asked Kimberly, "What's next?"

"I suspect our next victim is right in here," Kimberly said, tapping her fingernail against the newspaper.

"Really?" Jennifer said.

"Yes. Newspapers are our best bet. They report the news as seen by a bunch of men, usually about a bunch of men."

"Kimberly…" Jennifer said hesitantly in a small voice, dropping her hand further down on Kimberly's breast so that her fingers brushed against the nipple.

"Yes," Kimberly said. "What's wrong?"

Suddenly Jennifer could feel the nipple grow erect under her brushing and abruptly she felt less bashful about what she wanted to say. "Kimberly, do you suppose it could wait until later?"

Kimberly dropped the paper and looked at Jennifer. "Why, whatever do you mean?" Jennifer usually would have been frightened to say what she really wanted to. But the hardness of Kimberly's ever-stiffening nipple told her that it was all right to whisper, "I thought we could just, uh, relax for a while before we get out of bed."

"You mean like this?" Kimberly said softly as she leaned over and kissed Jennifer, her tongue darting hungrily between her friend's moist lips while her finger pierced the damp folds inside Jennifer's cunt.

After a long, lingering French kiss, Kimberly brushed her lips along the side of Jennifer's downy cheek, her hot tongue tracing around Jennifer's ear, whispering hotly, "Just keep your eyes on your pussy and watch while I give you a finger-fuck you'll always remember."

Jennifer shivered with ecstatic anticipation, spreading her legs so she could see Kimberly's greedy fingers ravage every inch of her cunt. One finger, and then another, plunged into Jennifer's pussy causing her to writhe deliriously; the fact that she was watching everything making it more stimulating. She placed her own hand to her pussy and pulled back the fold at the top of her cunt, exposing her clitoris completely as she watched Kimberly rub and flick it, sending her into spasms of delight.

As she finger-fucked Jennifer, Kimberly found herself getting as hot as her partner. She realized that she wanted more than just her hand massaging and stroking Jennifer's beautiful, hairless, juicy cunt. She moaned and whispered passionately to Jennifer, "I can't restrain myself when I look at your lovely cunt. Without hair, I can see everything and it drives me wild. Your clit is so pink and hard I've got to suck it and run my tongue over it."

Kimberly plunged her head between Jennifer's wide open, trembling thighs, her drooling mouth greedily enveloping Jennifer's clitoris, nibbling and sucking it in a frenzy, bathing the hairless flesh of her crotch in thick, drooling spit.

"Oh, Jesus," Jennifer sighed, swirling on a high that felt better than anything she could remember. "Eat me, Kimberly! Sink your teeth into me, eat my cunt! Oh, God, I love your tongue and teeth on my cunt."

But it still wasn't enough for Kimberly. Now her own cunt was ready to explode with passion, throbbing with a full load of sticky, oozing discharge. "Eat me while I eat you," Kimberly implored, repositioning herself so that she was hanging over the top of Jennifer in the classic sixty-nine position, her face buried in Jennifer's groin, mouthing and slobbering over her cunt, while her hairy pussy settled over Jennifer's face.

Kimberly's cunt was saturated with oozing wetness, its slick lips opening for Jennifer's grateful tongue.

Jennifer shoved her face up against the pulsating cunt, her mouth pressed tightly against Kimberly's pussy lips. It was like the French kiss they had previously shared, except that this time the lips of Jennifer's mouth were rubbing maddeningly against Kimberly's pussy lips, and her probing tongue worked inside of a cunt instead of a mouth, tasting sweet cuntjuice instead of saliva. And at the same time, Jennifer's pussy was being reamed by Kimberly's hot tongue and three fingers.

The intense tightening of the pussy muscles started at the same time for both of them, and spread throughout their bodies until they were each panting, screaming, pounding to a climax together. One more flick from each of their probing tongues and they came together, their pussies contracting.

Orgasm overtook them as they came in each other's arms, each depositing an onslaught of hot pussy juice in the other's hungry mouth as they twitched and rolled and moaned.

Finally it was over, and they flopped exhaustedly still, Jennifer's head resting contentedly on the mound of Kimberly's cunt, her mouth drooling onto the already glistening, matted pubic hair that was already soaked with spit and pussy juice.

Kimberly's head rested on Jennifer's warm, taut belly, her tongue lolling in Jennifer's navel. As she caught her breath, Kimberly looked across the exquisite lines of her friend's beautiful body, to Jennifer's spent and oozing cunt. Kimberly was gratified as she saw the trickling of the last of Jennifer's pussy juice escaping from between the slit of her full cuntlips. She watched it drip onto a piece of newspaper Jennifer was lying on.

Suddenly Kimberly sat straight up and reached briskly between Jennifer's open thighs and snatched the newspaper up through her legs, brushing it accidentally against Jennifer's wet cunt.

"What are you doing?" Jennifer said, startled.

"I've found it," Kimberly said excitedly, brandishing the soggy newspaper at Jennifer, droplets of sticky pussy juice flying through the air.

"What? What are you talking about?" Jennifer said, totally puzzled.

"Our next victim. Him!" Kimberly exclaimed as she thrust the pussy-reeking newspaper into Jennifer's astonished face. Jennifer saw a picture of a man, partially obscured because of the dampness of the paper, but identifiable nonetheless.

"That's a picture of Robert Newman, the movie star," Jennifer blurted out. "What's that got to do with us?"

"He's in town to plug a new movie of his," Kimberly said smugly. "You figure it out."

CHAPTER NINE

Gilda clutched the autograph book against her tits, pressing it as tightly as she could so that what was inside wouldn't fall out prematurely. She waited until her heartbeat slowed down.

She was dressed as a young matron, looking like the sort of housewife in her twenties with a couple of small children at home – the kind of woman who made up the bulk of Robert Newman's legion of fans.

Finally, she knocked on the door. Robert Newman had a reputation of being a loner, and Gilda was counting on him answering the door himself, something which seemed likely since his whereabouts was supposed to be a secret.

Gilda's knock was followed by footsteps on the other side of the door. Then there was a click and the door opened, and Robert Newman himself was standing there.

"Room service?" he said, his famous blue eyes flashing.

Before she could speak Gilda had to overcome her astonishment over seeing him – not because he was a famous movie star, but because he was so short in real life, maybe five feet six when he'd always seemed over six feet tall in his films.

Finally she caught her breath, and before he could close the door when he realized it wasn't room service, she thrust the autograph book into the opening between the door and the jamb so he couldn't close it and said, "Could I have your autograph, Mr. Newman?"

He looked irritated now. He looked at the arm extended through the open door and saw that he was not going to be able to get rid of her by merely slamming the door. "All right, if I give you my autograph, will you leave?" She nodded her head and moved a little closer to the door so that her foot was pressing against the bottom of it.

Newman took the autograph book from her and asked, "You have a pen, a pencil?"

Gilda quickly extracted a pencil from her purse and handed it to him. He took it and opened the book to sign his name. However, when he did so, what had been pressed inside the pages fell out, fluttering to the floor.

"What's this?" he said, stooping over and picking up the pink, flimsy object. He held it up before his eyes and stretched it out with his fingers, gazing with surprise and obvious pleasure at a pair of sheer bikini panties.

"These yours?" he asked, a smile creasing his tanned face, revealing his famous dimples.

Gilda didn't say anything. She didn't have to. Things were going just as she and the other girls had hoped. She lifted the hem of her short skirt to her waist and watched as his eyes looked intently at what was underneath – her exposed, hairy cunt.

"You want to fuck? That's what you're trying to tell me, isn't it?" he said, his eyes remaining transfixed on the shimmering fleece of her pussy as he licked his lips.

They stood there silently for a moment as he continued to gaze at her bare cunt.

At first Gilda had some doubts if the plan was going to work, but then something happened which erased her doubt. She looked at the bulge that developed beneath his fly and knew that things were going to be all right.

"Well, uh, why don't you come in," Newman said in the voice that had seduced dozens of leading ladies and made millions of women in audiences all over the world swoon. "My manager's out, so there's no reason why we can't get to know each other."

Gilda dropped her hem and walked in, feeling her pussy lips squish between her legs as she entered the room. He closed the door behind her.

"The bedrooms right this way," he said, still smiling as he led her across the room. "But I want to let you in on one thing before we start."

"What's that, Mr. Newman?" Gilda murmured.

"I like to have my cock sucked… hard. And you've got to swallow my turn," he said as he placed his hand under her skirt and on the contour of her ass.

"Why, Mr. Newman," Gilda said in her best starry-eyed fashion, "there isn't a girl in the world who wouldn't be honored to swallow a load of Robert Newman's cum. Personally, I'd give my right arm just to taste it."

They entered the bedroom and Gilda expected him to immediately drag her down on the bed and start ravaging her cunt. But instead he broke free of her and flopped down on the bed by himself, undoing the clasp of his trousers and pulling out his prick, dangling his cock in front of her.

"Here it is, sweetie, the star's prick," he said, gazing reverently at it. "It's a beauty, isn't it? Now let's see what you can make it do."

Gilda was astonished, for despite the bulge she had seen in Newman's pants, his cock, even though erect, was quite small, probably about five inches. Jesus, she couldn't help thinking, the most famous sex symbol in the world only has a five-inch cock. If the fan magazines could only get hold of that.

Gilda moved toward the bed and leaned over Newman's pulsing loins, taking his cock and balls between her open hands and rubbing them lightly.

"You can do anything you want," he said as he writhed under her touch. "Just remember it has to end up with me shooting my cum in your mouth. Meanwhile, enjoy."

Gilda didn't know when the others were going to arrive and she was afraid that if she started sucking his cock he might come too soon. Then she would be whisked out of the hotel room before the action had a chance to start.

To stall, she held his throbbing prick upright with one hand and then flexed her knees and slowly lowered her crotch so that the tip of his cock just brushed against her cunt. She began swaying back and forth, just catching the head of his prick against the teasing hair and slick lips of her pussy.

Looking down between her legs, Gilda could see the veins standing out in his prick, and she could feel it throbbing in her grip; but it didn't get bigger. The idea that the world's number-one, box-office movie star would be a total flop if he had to appear in pornographic films amused her as she continued to manipulate and tease his prick. She actually laughed as she thought of a porno-movie director going into a frenzy when he found out about his star's cock size and frantically sent out the call for a stuntman to do the actual fucking.

"Why are you laughing?" Newman blurted out, lurching up from his supine position on the bed.

Realizing that if she told him the truth she might wind up missing a few teeth, Gilda lied, "It just came out of me, your cock feels so good against my pussy. I just couldn't keep how good it feels inside me, I guess."

"Yeah, it is a beauty."

It became clear to Gilda that the famous movie star was so much in the grip of his own image that he could not accept the true size of his prick and found it necessary to fantasize about its dimensions. It was obvious to Gilda now that the reason he insisted on being sucked off instead of fucking was that he was afraid she wouldn't be able to feel his prick inside her cunt and that it might slip out. By insisting on a blowjob he could maintain the fantasy that his cock was, as he kept insisting, "a beauty."

She resumed grazing her cunt with the head of his prick, passing his stiff cock between her thighs, when he said, "Come on, baby, it's time to earn your keep. I'm a busy man. Get down on your knees and start sucking cock."

Gilda had no choice but to do as she was told until the others arrived. She dropped to the floor and leaned over the edge of the bed and looked down at Newman's pulsating cock. She tried to figure out how she could stall as he arrogantly thrust his pelvis upward at her, his prick stabbing the air.

Gilda placed her hand around the stem of Newman's cock just under the groove where the shaft developed into the fiery red head. Then she placed her other hand near the root, holding his prick steady and fondling the loose skin between his cock and balls. She increased the pressure on the bottom, feeling the congestion in his balls pulsing against her hand.

She encircled her thumb and forefinger around the cockhead and began sliding up and down on his shaft, just tickling the flange of the head of his cock.

Newman stopped demanding that she suck him immediately and began rolling his ass on the bed, thrusting his cock upward in regular spasms as she slowly jacked him off.

Not wanting him to come too quickly, Gilda shifted her grip and took his prick in her open hands like she was rolling pastry.

Her action excited him as the head of his cock became increasingly engorged with blood, swelling outward until his cock seemed almost as big around as it was long. A drop of seminal fluid appeared on the spongy surface of the head and lazily began to slide down his glans, leaving a glistening trail as though a miniature snail had crawled across his cock.

Gilda caught the drop on her finger and slowly and teasingly rubbed it around the head of his prick, gently parting the sides of the tiny, angry-looking slash, exposing a glimpse of the scarlet tissue of his pisshole.

Newman was writhing under Gilda's ministrations to his cock and balls. He was on the verge of ejaculating.

"Suck it!" he demanded. "Put my cock in your mouth and suck it, baby. I want you to suck my balls inside out and swallow every drop of my cum."

Gilda had no choice. She gripped his shaft near his balls. She lowered her head and placed her lips over the head of his cock and compressed them slowly, her saliva foaming on his glans. His cock was so small that she could take the whole thing in her mouth and deep-throat it with no trouble. Her lips were soon pressed into his pubic hair while his prickhead rubbed against the roof of her mouth.

This was the way Newman preferred and almost always had sex. His movements as he writhed beneath her cocksucking mouth were so practiced and elaborate that it seemed apparent he had long ago given up straight fucking in order to concentrate on having his prick sucked.

Anxious to prolong the moment of ejaculation as long as possible, Gilda continued to tease him, using tricks she didn't even know she had at her command.

Over and over again she would take his prick all the way into her mouth, enveloping it with warm, foaming spit and contracting her throat round the swollen head. Then, when he was in the midst of excruciating pleasure, she would slide his cock out until only the head remained in her mouth and she could rub her tongue over the end of it and tease the cumslit, licking the tiny opening as though it were a miniature cunt.

When a drop of premature semen would ooze to the surface she would swallow his prick once more.

Gilda knew she couldn't go on like this much longer without him coming, realizing that he regarded her mouth as a convenient vessel to shoot his wad into. He would probably throw her out like a used scumbag after he came, possibly before the others had a chance to get into the room.

Gilda's fears were realized when he cried, "I'm getting ready to come! Suck me! Stick your finger up my ass!"

When Gilda looked at him with perplexed eyes, her mouth jammed with cock, he repeated himself.

Gilda continued the suction on his prick, and, as ordered, she slid her index finger between the cheeks of his ass and felt for his asshole. Inserting her finger into the tight orifice, she felt his sphincter muscles grasp solidly around her knuckle.

The throbbing and shuddering now racking Newman's groin told Gilda that he was going to come, and she prepared herself to receive the full brunt of his cum. Briefly she wondered if a man with a small prick ejaculated more or less semen than a man with a huge cock.

Then, as the head of his cock scraped the roof of her mouth with a final bullying thrust, Gilda looked up from Newman's sweaty groin to see where the noise by the window was coming from. She saw a dark figure that was unmistakably Kitty on the other side of the glass.

They were here at last, and the only question now was whether Newman would come in her mouth before the others were securely in the room. Gilda kept on sucking, resigning herself to accept a full load of sticky, acrid sperm.

But Kitty was an old hand at getting into places where she wasn't supposed to be. She got the window open and was inside the room.

"Spit it out," Kitty called to Gilda. "Don't let him come in your mouth!"

Newman looked around with a startled expression on his face, stammering, "What… what the hell…" However, his cock and balls were so engorged with hot blood, so stimulated by the maddening friction given them by Gilda's sucking and tongue-fucking, that they discharged their heavy load of hot, sticky cum.

Just as Gilda expelled his prick from her mouth, his pelvis shot upward and his cock twitched violently, shooting out a long jet of creamy sperm that lofted through the air past the end of the bed and splashed on the front of Gilda's blouse.

Gilda looked down and saw the thick semen sliding down the front of her and frantically tried to brush it off, the gooey slime sticking to her fingers. As she stepped forward to wipe it off with the bedspread, she looked up in time to see Kitty bound onto the bed and straddle Newman's chest so he couldn't move, the hem of her skirt flying up so that the crotch of her sheer panties was against his face.

Kitty grabbed Newman around the throat and began choking. Kimberly and Jennifer were through the open window now and in the room watching Kitty subdue Newman.

"Don't choke him so hard he blacks out," Kimberly said. "We want him to be awake for what we're going to do to him."

Jennifer was just standing there staring at the cock of the world's leading sex symbol, her mouth agape.

"Jesus Christ," she finally muttered, moving closer to get a better look. "Will you look at the size of that puny prick. God, my little brother had one that big when he was ten."

"Shhh," Gilda said, suddenly recovering her sense of humor now that her friends were with her.

"Don't say that too loud, he thinks his cock's a beauty. You'll hurt his feelings."

"Is that right, Mr. Movie Star?" Kitty said, thrusting her crotch into his face as she shouted in his ear.

Newman's movie-star tan faded to a white as he blanched. The smell from Kitty's pussy, spread in front of him and, shielded by only the flimsy panties, the odor filled his nose. In his confusion Newman thought he was being attacked by her cunt, and when Kitty choked him his addled brain imagined deliriously that her pussy was somehow throttling him as its odor suffocated him with its musky scent. "I think our Mr. Motherfucking Movie Star is ready to say uncle," Kitty said from her perch on top of him. "We better get busy or he's gonna faint on us."

"Impossible," Kimberly said sarcastically. "Why, in his last movie I saw him single handedly clean up an entire tribe of Indians without batting an eyelash. How could he be afraid of four sweet young things like us?"

"Maybe he's queer," Jennifer giggled.

"Maybe he's afraid of niggers," Kitty laughed.

"I think he can't take it now that we've all seen his pathetic-looking prick," Gilda said. "Maybe he's afraid we'll run and tell Rona Barrett."

"Well, maybe we can help him out," Kimberly said. "You know, maybe sort of rearrange things for him… down there."

"What are you getting at?" Gilda said. "What are you going to do to him?"

Kimberly reached into her handbag and extracted a flat metal object, the room light sparkling oil its spotless chrome surface. "This," she said triumphantly.

"This?" Gilda said, puzzled. "What do you mean? What's that thing in your hand?"

"A scalpel."

"What are you going to do with it?"

"Castrate him, what else?"

Gilda was shocked into silence. She looked around at the others and searched their faces. They flashed smug smiles back at her.

"You just watch, honey," Kimberly said to Gilda. "You've already done the dirty work, now you get to enjoy the fun."

Gilda backed off all the way to the wall where she braced herself against the plaster. She watched Kitty tighten her grip on the sniveling superstar as Jennifer walked toward the end of the bed and grabbed his ankles.

Kimberly walked majestically toward Newman, lazily flicking the scalpel through the air like a magic wand. Standing over Newman, she contemplate the V of his splayed legs, gazing down at his prick, now covered with cum. She cupped the cock with her free hand, holding it up by its shriveled head at a right angle from his shrunken balls.

Newman tried to flinch, to shy away, but he was too well contained by Kitty from above and Jennifer at his ankles.

"I want your prick to be stiff when I lop your balls off," Kimberly said, squeezing his flaccid prick. "I want you to remember the last erection you're ever going to have."

Kimberly leaned over and took the tiny cock in her mouth and began sucking, engulfing its small dimensions with warm saliva, teasing it with her tongue. Newman was so terrified that even her sucking didn't get his cock up, and Kimberly had to resort to extreme measures. She placed her fingers between his balls and asshole and started pushing and rubbing his prostate gland, forcing his dick into erection as she vigorously massaged his five-inch cock.

Newman lay in agony, trying with all his will power to avoid having an erection, but feeling his cock uncontrollably growing as Kimberly continued to massage his prostate and manipulate the shaft and head of his prick with her lips and educated tongue. Finally, her sucking and rubbing conquered his prick, and his cock stood straight out from his loins, twitching and glistening from Kimberly's saliva.

Kimberly cupped his balls in her hand, lifting them from his groin so that the brownish skin and few scraggly hairs on their underside were visible. As his cock continued to throb, she deftly touched his balls with the scalpel, and in the twinkling of an eye sliced into the loose skin attaching Newman's balls to the root of his prick. The cutting edge of the scalpel slid through the last fold of skin like a butcher knife going through warm butter.

Newman tried to scream in pain, but Kitty's pussy completely engulfed his mouth and all that could be heard was some muffled rumbling in his chest and squeaking in his throat. His erect prick twitched spasmodically in the air and then expelled the last load of sperm it would ever spurt, arcing a white glob of cum which landed on his upper leg.

Suddenly it was all over as Kimberly, Kitty and Jennifer left him to lie there alone on the bed, slipping into unconsciousness from pain as blood trickled and oozed from between his legs.

The last thing Gilda saw before she turned and left the room was a fly buzzing curiously over the glob of semen on Newman's leg, and then landing at the edge of the sticky pool and eating his lunch.

CHAPTER TEN

"I suppose you heard about Robert Newman," Gilda said to the others, coming in late. "I heard it on the radio in the car on my way over here."

"No, what?" Jennifer replied.

"His doctor has told him to take off from the movies indefinitely."

"How come?" Kimberly said, trying to keep a straight face.

"They say he's developed some sort of throat infection from working so hard," Gilda said.

"A throat infection?" Kitty said incredulously. "What's that got to do with what really happened to him?"

"It seems that his magnificent voice – you know the one that's knocked all those leading ladies off their feet and made him the idol of millions…"

"Yeah, Gilda, I know the voice," Jennifer interrupted.

"Well, that very same voice has mysteriously changed. I imagine he sounds like a kid whose voice is changing," Gilda said.

"Gosh, I wonder how that could have happened?" Kimberly laughed.

The others laughed in unison. However, the laughter soon ceased. It was time to begin planning a new strike.

Standing in the middle of the room, Kimberly faced Kitty and said, "Now it's your turn."

"You got any ideas who it's gonna be?" Kitty replied. "I'd dearly love to sock it to a white man, considering all the shit they done to me."

"I think I've got something even more satisfying for you," Kimberly said with a look of complete assurance on her face.

"Shit, what could be better than me gettin' the best of a white man?"

"Only one thing."

"What's that?"

"A white nigger," Kimberly said dourly.

"A what?" Gilda said, obviously puzzled. "You explain, Kitty," Kimberly said.

"She talkin' about a blood that don't wanna be no blood, so he spends all his time trying to be like he was white."

"Oh, you mean somebody who tries to pass off for white," Jennifer said.

"Not exactly," Kitty said. "Sure, there's plenty with light skin who try that, but the kinda man I'm talkin' about might be black as the ace of spades. Instead of tryin' to pass, he tries to pretend it don't make no difference he's a nigger and spends all his time doin' what the honkies want him to do."

"Well, give me an example," Gilda said.

"The Reverend Simon Peter Washington," Kitty said distastefully. "You know, the so-called civil rights leader who spends most of his time going where white folks want him to go trying to keep the niggers down and in their place. His message is always the same: Wait and take it easy. Which translated means: Keep takin' the white man's shit, while, meanwhile, Simon Peter Washington wears $300 suits and drives around in an air-conditioned Lincoln Continental." Claudell Ranforan was angry, the cords standing out on his thick bull neck. He was so pissed off that his face would have been bright red if his skin weren't the color of anthracite coal.

The white man in front of him was trying to jive him as far as Ranforan was concerned, and he didn't have the time or patience for it.

"Listen, you tight-ass Woody Woodpecker cocksucker," Ranforan said to the astonished white man. "I don't care what kinda plans you done made. You either meet our demands or you can fuck your Goddamn award along with your mama."

"But… but…" the white man stammered, a stooped, gay-haired gentleman named Winston Pendleton who had devoted his life to humanitarian causes because he was born rich and could afford to do that instead of working for a living in a car wash somewhere as Claudell Ranforan had done before Reverend Washington had picked him up.

Pendleton pulled his quavering voice together and said: "The United Humanitarian League has been pointing to this event all year. We assumed Reverend Washington would be honored to be the first recipient of our Brotherhood Award."

"He'll be glad to take the trophy off your hands," Ranforan said, "because, shrewd cat that he is, he understands it's good for the movement. And what's good for the movement is good for him. He's willing to do you the favor of showing up – but just remember, it's a favor, because he's a lot bigger than you dudes, and you need him more than he needs you. You dig, whitey?"

"Are you sure I can't talk to Dr. Washington himself?" Pendleton pleaded. "If only I could talk to him in person I'm sure he'd understand."

"You can talk to me," Ranforan said arrogantly. "I'm his right-hand man. I take care of all his business. You try and get past me and he'll be pissed and probably tell you what you can do with your Goddamn Brotherhood Award."

Pendleton fidgeted. "Well, after all the time and money and effort we've put into this award it would be a disaster if he decided not to show up."

"Now you bein' sensible," Ranforan said.

"Tell me again what exactly it is that Reverend Washington wants."

"Cunt, and plenty of it," Ranforan said with a gold-toothed leer. "I already done made that clear to you. Before Reverend Washington accepts this jerk-off award he wants to spend the night knee-deep in pussy. Young, tight pussy."

"All right," Pendleton mumbled meekly. "I'll see what I can do."

"Have your cunt there at eight tonight or you might as well give your award to the Grand Dragon of the Ku Klux Klan," Ranforan sneered, and then turned around and walked away from the troubled Pendleton.

Pendleton didn't want to give in to Ranforan's demands, but he realized that if he didn't all of his work on behalf of the United Humanitarian League would end in a disgraceful shambles. He needed to find some girls, or at least one girl, for Washington. He walked over and sat down in a chair, holding his head in his hands, wondering what he should do.

Moments later he sensed somebody was standing in front of him and looked up to see The League's new volunteer standing before him.

"Oh, I didn't see you there at first, Miss Jackson," Pendleton said. "Is there something I can do for you?"

"Call me Kitty," she said.

"Okay, Kitty. Can I help you?"

"No, I'm all right, Mr. Pendleton," Kitty said. "It's just that I saw you, well, if you'll pardon my frankness, arguing over there with Mr. Ranforan, and now you're sitting here looking depressed. I thought maybe I could help out."

He looked up at her, anxiety creasing his face, and finally said in a weary voice, "How old are you, Kitty?"

"Twenty-one," she lied.

"I guess you're old enough to hear this."

"What is it, sir?" she said.

"The Reverend Washington… Uh, well, his assistant, Mr. Ranforan… Well it seems there's more to Reverend Washington than meets the eye. Mr. Ranforan tells me that Reverend Washington won't appear to accept our Brotherhood Award unless we meet certain demands."

"Really?" Kitty said, opening her eyes wide. "That would be terrible. The League is counting on him. What does he want? Maybe you should try and get it for him."

Pendleton sighed. "The problem is in the nature of Reverend Washington's request – it's most irregular."

"What is it?" Kitty asked.

"I don't want to shock you," Pendleton said. "But he won't appear for the award unless we send him some… girls."

Kitty pretended to be shocked, then she smiled. "Maybe I can help you," she said.

"But…" Pendleton gasped, astonished.

She laughed. "No, no, I won't go up there myself," she lied, "but I can call around and dig something up."

"You really think you can do that?" Pendleton asked in wonder.

"Sure," she said. "It's not the most pleasant thing in the world, but if it'll help the…"

"It will, it will," Pendleton said anxiously, his voice wavering, as he got up and took her hands in his. "The League will always be grateful for this, Miss Jackson, I promise you."

Kitty took one last look at herself in the mirror and decided that the way she looked would more than do. The nipples of her bra-less tits pushed through the sheer fabric of her blouse, inviting a hand to rub across them just to see if they were really as hard as they seemed. Her short skirt was the only covering over her freshly perfumed body.

As she walked away from the mirror, she looked over her shoulder and saw the cheeks of her ass straining provocatively against the clinging fabric of her skirt, their sensuous rolling movement clearly apparent as she walked. Any man who saw her would immediately have only two things on his mind: sucking and fucking. Of that she was pro enough to be sure.

Leaving the apartment and walking down the stairs, the cool night air coming in from the street and up the stairwell whooshed up between her legs, causing her cunt to ripple with anticipation.

Kitty wasn't nearly so naive and innocent as Pendleton, of course; so, naturally, Washington's desire for strange pussy didn't surprise her. There had been rumors in the ghetto for years that Washington liked young pussy while his wife, a sort of black Eleanor Roosevelt, was traipsing around on her own on the opposite side of the country.

An hour later Kitty found herself facing the Reverend Washington's hotel-room door. She knocked.

As she waited for an answer, she could feel her nipples becoming hard and her pussy tightening as she prepared herself to swing into action. She didn't have to wait long.

The door opened and a huge, coal-black man stood in front of her. Even though he was clad only in a dressing gown, she recognized Reverend Washington immediately from his pictures, which were plastered all over every place, including the cover of Time magazine at least three times.

"Are you from Pendleton?" he said in the sonorous drawl that had made his sermons famous.

"Yes," she said, cocking a hip provocatively toward him.

"Are you all he sent? When I say I want pussy, I want acres of it… a whole plantation of it, heh, heh."

Without batting an eyelash, Kitty replied, "I'm sure that's what you're used to 'cause you ain't never been sucked up in a pussy like mine. With me, one cunt's more than you can handle." Kitty walked sensuously into the room.

"I don't know," he said. "No one cunt's been able to satisfy me yet."

"Try me," she said as she closed the distance between them. With a practiced hand, she slid her fingers under the flap of his gown and wrapped them around his prick.

Kitty was shocked when her fingers were unable to encircle the shaft of his cock.

Reverend Washington had an enormous prick hanging between his legs – except that now it wasn't hanging, but sticking straight out, how far Kitty could only guess. Her fingers slid from the root of his pulsating cock along the steel-hard shaft, moving bit by bit, encountering inches of throbbing, thick cockshaft. Finally, after what seemed an eternity, she felt the huge knob of the end of his cock swelling beneath her trembling fingers, and she realized that the prick she was holding was at least a foot long, bigger than anything she had ever handled. Kitty murmured throatily to Washington, "Let's go inside and get a better look at this."

Retaining her grasp on the monster cock, Kitty pushed them both inside and kicked the door closed.

Kitty lost no time in untying the sash of the robe and watching the enormous prick spring out at her, a terrifying black monstrosity as it twitched menacingly, apparently defying the law of gravity as it was suspended from Washington's body.

Sliding her hand slowly back and forth along the shaft of Washington's massive pole, Kitty tried to cup his balls in her other hand, but they were so enormous that it was impossible for her to hold both of them at the same time. They each seemed to weigh a pound and were as big as baseballs as she fondled his nuts with disbelief. She noticed that his cock seemed to swell even more as she squeezed his balls.

Kitty couldn't help the sensations she was experiencing from handling the biggest, blackest cock she had ever seen. Her pussy, bare beneath her skirt, was foaming furiously, spewing out thick, dripping juice.

When Washington leaned over and whispered in her ear, "I'll bet you've never had a cock like mine up your cunt," she could feel the discharge of her cuntjuice starting to run down the inside of her leg.

As the cuntjuice oozed down her leg, Kitty could feel his gaze on her crotch. Then she felt his hand sliding up her moist thigh and cupping her dripping pussy as she spread her legs apart, enabling his fingers to fondle her cunt.

Kitty moaned as she felt him slide his fingers back and forth across her pussy, slowly inserting one between her slick cuntlips.

Reverend Washington began to finger-fuck her. He leaned over from the top and began sucking one of her nipples right through the cloth of her blouse, quickly drenching the flimsy fabric so that the erection of her breast stood out as though her tit were bare.

Feeling a warm pulling sensation in her pussy, Kitty had no alternative but to hold onto his gigantic cock for dear life.

"Heh, heh, heh," he laughed as his fingers continued to fuck her cunt. "I can tell by finger-fucking you that your pussy will never be able to take my cock. I'm going to love splitting your pretty little pussy wide open like a watermelon with my foot-long cock."

This was the biggest, hardest, blackest cock Kitty had ever seen, or was ever likely to see again, and not wanting to pass up the experience of a lifetime, she dropped to her knees. Before he could say anything, Kitty grabbed his huge prick, holding it around the sides with both hands. She slipped her mouth over the massive head, running her tongue all the way back to and around the flange as she shuddered with disbelief at the size of the battering ram trying to fill her mouth.

As she lapped away at the head of Washington's cock, Kitty couldn't help but wonder what would happen if he insisted on shoving his whole prick into her mouth. She soon found out as he placed his powerful hands behind her head and then pulled it toward his thrusting crotch. He was too strong for Kitty to resist, and all of a sudden she felt the unbelievable pressure of his monster prick piledriving into her mouth, the head going so deep into her gasping throat she wandered if it would penetrate her stomach.

Kitty moved her head from side to side, trying to dislodge the prick. Her air supply was cut off and she imagined that she would choke to death from being fucked in the mouth if Washington didn't stop.

His cock made wet, sucking sounds as it pumped up and down her throat, his balls thudding heavily against her chin, the primitive scent of his loins filling her nostrils. He was a superman when it came to his cock and balls.

Suddenly an unbelievably hot load of cum filled her mouth. The cock inside her mouth was so huge there was no place for the cum, and rivers of sperm immediately ran down her stomach. The sperm spurted out of the corners of her mouth, sticky gobs of cum choking her nasal passages and affecting her breathing.

As abruptly as he had come, Washington pulled his cock out of her mouth. Kitty coughed to regain her breath, a spray of semen spewing from her mouth and nose as she gasped for air. But, as she reeled, she noticed something which shocked her even more. Despite the massive ejaculation he had just had in her mouth, Washington's prick was sticking out more erect than before.

"Heh, heh," he laughed lewdly. "Surprised, aren't you? I thrive on this. The more fucking I get, the more I want. A prick like mine has to come two or three times before it's shot its full load. Now let's see that tight little pussy of yours, we've got some boss fucking to do."

Kitty's senses reeled, caused by the pounding ejaculation she had just absorbed and from the ominous sight of Washington's gigantic black cock still standing out like a flagpole. Before she had a chance to collect her wits, Washington dropped to the floor beside her, his huge prick bumping against her arms and tits. He mauled her with his rough hands, his thick, wet tongue drooling all over her as he smeared her body with sloppy kisses.

Washington tore off Kitty's blouse as though it were made of toilet paper, leaving her bare tits heaving in the air, her nipples sticking out a full inch from her bobbing tits.

Washington's tongue covered her nipples with saliva, bathing them in wet spit as his hungry mouth consumed her tits.

As he sucked her tits, his hand dropped between Kitty's legs. But instead of rubbing her clit or finger-fucking her, he went much further. Obviously preparing her cunt for the eventual entrance of his gigantic prick, he balled his fist, and, after briefly rubbing his knuckles against her dripping pussy lips for lubrication, began easing the massive ball into her pussy.

Kitty writhed in agony. The part of her that was still conscious tried to maneuver away from the dark, alien force ravaging her tits and cunt, but the delirious part craved more and more stimulation, seeking the powerful force stretching up her cunt.

As Washington's knuckles ground against the opening of her cervix, the last vestiges of Kitty's self-control were overcome, she cried out, "Oh, God, fuck me! I can't wait! Ram that monster prick up my pussy! I don't care if you split me in two! I've got to have it!"

Kitty could feel the fist popping out of her cunt, her pussy lips smacking together wetly. He rolled on top of her and she moaned in his ear. She felt the pulsing cockhead shoving at the entrance of her cunt, demanding entrance to her wet pussy.

"Fuck me!" she cried. "Fuck me, you big black nigger, fuck me good!"

The big black cock began to slip slowly into her pussy, the lips of her cunt stretching. But just having the enormous knot of Washington's cockhead inside her pussy wasn't enough for the sex-crazed Kitty. Now, she wanted more prick inside of her.

Impulsively she reached down between her thighs and grabbed the shaft of Washington's enormous prick with her hands and took charge of its penetration, pulling it into her cock-starved cunt as she slammed her crotch down on his thrusting loins. The massive cock slid up her fucking canal as her groin collided against Washington's egg-sized balls. The fucking she was receiving caused Kitty to open her mouth in agonized ecstasy and cry out, "FUCK," in a high-pitched moan.

"Scream, baby, scream," Washington panted.

"After I'm finished with you, your cunt ain't never gonna be good for nothin' because it'll be so stretched out of shape by my cock."

Without missing a stroke, he placed his hands under Kitty's legs and pushed them up to her shoulders, getting on his knees between them and fucking his prick into her.

The action of his cock pumping in and out of her stretching, pulsing, slobbering curd was fully visible to Kitty as her pussy became swollen and distended from the merciless battering it was receiving.

Kitty was in the middle of an intense orgasm. It was so intense she thought she was dying at first, but then realized that the sensations in her cunt were taking over her body as it was fucked and fucked by the huge cock.

So wrapped up was she in her ecstasy that at first Kitty didn't realize that Washington was pulling his cock out. It wasn't until the head of his prick was sliding out past her stretched cuntlips that she realized he was out of her cunt and commanding menacingly, "Get yourself off the floor and over that chair. I'm going to fuck you like a dog."

Kitty was too weak to move, too overcome by being fucked by Washington's prick to do as he ordered. Her crotch and cunt were a combined mass of excruciating pain and overpowering ecstasy.

His patience quickly exhausted, Washington picked her up and threw her against the wall, pussy juice dribbling from her cunt as she reeled across the room.

As she started to slide to the floor, gasping for breath, still wondering what had happened to the cock that had been driving her insane, Washington broke her fall by thrusting a chair in front of her, and she draped, panting and dizzy, over it.

Suddenly Kitty's consciousness was temporarily restored by an intense pain shooting into her cunt. Washington was slamming his cock into Kitty's abused cunt, her pussy lips hanging agape and her cunt canal open as wide as a tunnel.

"Oh, Jesus!" she screamed. "You're going to tear me in two!"

"That's what it's all about, baby," Washington said. Her contracting pussy created a sloshing noise as he rammed in and out of her besieged cunt. Then after a series of piledriving strokes into her cunt, he I gave a mighty thrust.

Kitty could feel her pussy stretched to such proportions that her womb seemed to be crammed up her throat. She yelled in agony as she felt Washington's scalding cum spurt up her pussy. Instantly sperm began oozing out of her pussy. Washington's sperm ran down her leg as Kitty experienced another unbelievable orgasm, her senses reeling.

Washington pulled out and spun Kitty around off the chair. She was so weak that she crumpled immediately to the floor. Hovering over her, his big black cock blotting out everything else in her eyes, he continued to ejaculate his load of semen, coming in repeated spurts in her face.

Kitty was shocked. She was instantly startled back into full, crystal-clear consciousness. Looming above her was Washington, and between his legs his monster cock jutted out as hard and massive as ever, ready to fuck some more. The impact of seeing his insatiable prick was so great that the seriousness of her dilemma came back to Kitty and she screamed for all she was worth, "Kimberly! Jennifer! Gilda! Where are you? This nigger's gonna kill me!"

But there was no answer. Kitty called again, and her sudden return to alertness took Washington by surprise. He was confused and momentarily retreated.

Kitty overcame her exhaustion enough to lift herself up from the floor and actually stand upright under her own power.

When he saw Kitty rising from the floor, naked, brutalized, bruised, caked with drying semen, Washington was more than just stunned, he was devastated.

Suddenly, the huge prick, which had looked as though it would remain in a state of pulverizing erection until he had fucked Kitty to death, fell flaccidly to his loins as though somebody had discovered a secret valve and released the air from inside of it.

Kitty stumbled toward Washington, fearless now that she had control of herself.

In his confusion, Washington slumped backward, tripping over the chair he had used to fuck Kitty on, and crashing to the floor, landing on his black ass, his giant balls and prick flying up into the air. His confusion and his fall gave Kitty the opportunity she was looking for. She closed the distance between them and grabbed the chair, summoning up strength she didn't know she had and slamming it dead center between his eyes, instantly separating him from his consciousness. Blood shot from his forehead. This was what she was waiting for, whether the others were here or not. She stood directly over him, straddling her legs over his face. She flexed her knees, lowering the sopping bush of her pussy closer to his face, flexing her pelvis enough so she had a perfect aim for what she was going to do.

Her cunt was gaping wide open now, a golden stream of steaming piss jetted out, splattering hotly against Washington's bloody face, vapor rising in the air from the impact of the hot piss against his sweating face.

On and on the yellow stream went as it cascaded from Kitty's cunt and splashed across Washington's face, surprising even Kitty with its pressure and amount. Finally the stream slowed to a trickle, drops of urine clinging to her bush and running down her leg. Never had Kitty felt so satisfied.

She squeezed off the last drop of piss and watched it land on Washington's face. She felt a cuntal contraction and was carried away into spasms of ecstasy as her reeling senses told her that she was coming.

A wave of tiredness came over Kitty as her orgasmic shuddering finally tailed off, and she staggered over to a sofa where she dropped like a sack of potatoes and closed her eyes and caught her breath.

At first the only thing Kitty was aware of was her own labored breathing, but gradually she became aware of something else – a tapping from the front door.

She opened her eyes and looked in that direction to see what it was, but could detect nothing out of the ordinary. Still, the noise continued, and as Kitty looked again, she saw the doorknob turning and realized somebody was on the other side and had been tinkering with the lock.

She was wide-eyed now as the doorknob turned and the door creaked open.

"Kitty," a voice called. "Are you all right?"

"Kimberly…? Is that you?" Kitty replied. "I'm in here."

Kimberly, Jennifer and Gilda came into the room and walked briskly to where Kitty was draped across the sofa, Kimberly exclaiming, "Are you all right?"

Kitty sprawled naked on the couch, too tired to keep her legs together, her cruelly abused cunt open and drooling the last vestiges of Washington's cum, staining the covering of the sofa darkly.

"Oh, God, honey," Kimberly said, rushing to Kitty and holding her tightly. "We came too late…"

"What happened… where've you been?" Kitty gasped.

"There were no windows, and the place was crawling with police," Jennifer said.

"There was a threat on Washington's life," Gilda added.

"We had to sneak by the police and get up the stairs the back way," Kimberly continued. "When we finally got up here, the door was too thick to break down and we had to jimmy the lock. God, Kitty, I'm sorry we're late, but we got here as fast as we could. What about Washington?"

Suddenly, although she looked as though she had been ravaged by an entire army, a smile split Kitty's face, and she pointed over to the far corner of the room. For the first time the others noticed Washington lying there, crumpled in a heap, a mixture of blood and urine glistening on his broad, black face.

"Jesus Christ, what happened to him?" Jennifer said in wonder.

"I pissed on him," Kitty said with a silly grin on her face. Then the effort of staying conscious finally being too much for her, she collapsed into a smiling heap in Kimberly's arms.

"I'm not sure what went on here," Kimberly said, setting Kitty down gently, and getting up to join the others, "but it's up to us to give it an ending worthy of what Kitty had to go through. Do you know what I mean?"

"I sure do," Jennifer said, reaching into her purse and extracting a small, red sphere with a short piece of string emerging from it.

Taking the red sphere from Jennifer, Kimberly said, "You two turn him over and I'll take care of the rest."

Gilda and Jennifer walked over to Washington and got down on their knees to get a grip on his naked body, momentarily stopping to look in wonder at his enormous cock.

"God," Gilda muttered, "If Robert Newman had his prick, he'd own the world."

They rolled Washington over into a prone position, his big black ass sloping upward in the air. Jennifer took hold of one side of his ass and Gilda the other as they spread his cheeks, revealing his asshole.

Kimberly stepped between the V of Washington's splayed legs as she moved her hand to his exposed anus. Expertly, she passed her hand between his parted cheeks and inserted the red sphere in his asshole, burying it in the clutching orifice until the only trace of it was the tiny piece of string that poked about an inch out of the opening.

As if it were a routine medical procedure, Kimberly struck a match and casually set fire to the piece of string emerging from Washington's asshole. Then she straightened up and backed away from the well of his legs, making it all the way to the wall on the other side of the room as Jennifer and Gilda let go of his cheeks and spread out in opposite directions. They all had an excellent view when, seconds later, the sputtering flame Kimberly had ignited vanished momentarily into Washington's anus.

Suddenly a muffled explosion and sparks came shooting from his ass, the air filling with the acrid stench of charred flesh.

Watching Washington twitch like an enormous marionette whose strings had been mixed up, a welter of fresh blood oozing from his charred ass, Kimberly said to the others, "I guess I'll have to get myself another cherry bomb for the Fourth of July."

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Nurse Wool's jowls were clenched as they always were when she was under a lot of stress, making her face, normally couched in hanging flesh, look like it was constructed out of granite. "This is very important to the hospital, Miss Marchand," she said with as much emphasis as she could muster, which was considerable. "Do I have any choice in the matter?" Kimberly replied.

"No. What I'm telling you amounts to an order," Nurse Wool said definitively.

"But the hospital is overcrowded enough as it is," Kimberly said. "And even more understaffed. All of our patients already need more care than they're getting. Some of them are five or six to a room."

"I know, I know," Nurse Wool said with more than a trace of weariness. "But sometimes we have to overlook things like that."

"But to ask me to spend all of my time attending to the needs of a single patient seems criminal," Kimberly said.

"Let's look at the facts of life," Nurse Wool said. "It would be criminal if he couldn't pay for it. But he can. And it's not only that but…"

"But the fact that he's Harrison Caldwell, the ninth richest man in the world, and that justifies anything. Is that what you're trying to say?" Kimberly bitingly interrupted.

"Yes, that's right," Nurse Wool said with resignation. "And the fact that he has amended his will to leave this hospital an endowment of seven million dollars when he dies. Obviously the hospital cannot afford to disappoint a patient like that. Now, I'm not going to stand here and argue with you. Just be sure you report to his rooms when you check in for work tomorrow."

Nurse Wool abruptly lifted her bulk from the chair in which she was sitting and left the nurses station, leaving Kimberly alone, her face burning with rage and indignation. Kimberly lit a cigarette and started smoking furiously, filling the enclosure with angry smoke. She snuffed it out and quickly lit another, smoking it just as obsessively.

It was in the middle of her third cigarette that Kimberly started to calm down and think about the situation objectively instead of just being enraged by it. By the time she got up to pour herself a cup of coffee, the situation with Harrison Caldwell, an oppressive chore just a few minutes ago, had developed in her mind as an exciting possibility – the ultimate act of revenge.

Harrison Caldwell was the heir to one of the world's largest fortunes, the controlling stock in a conglomerate of family-owned enterprises that included the manufacture of a variety of consumer products. However the commerce for which Caldwell International was most known, due to the power of the press, was a toilet-paper company which manufactured a product called Tooshie Tissue that controlled forty percent of the U.S. market, causing Harrison Caldwell to be widely known as The King of Toilet Paper.

Among Caldwell's favorite excesses was marrying chorus girls after having known them for a few hours or so, and then laying a huge financial settlement on them for a divorce or annulment so he could marry the next chorus girl who caught his eye. By the time his body had started to wear out from a lifetime of eating, drinking, gambling, and doing everything else that was bad for him, he had had eight wives.

Although he was only in his late fifties, Caldwell's body was about twice as old, and he probably would have been dead ten years before if it hadn't been for the prodigious and advanced medical care he was able to buy with his extraordinary wealth.

Everybody over the age of eleven who could read knew about Caldwell because he had spent years having his tasteless episodes fill the pages of the public media. He liked to boast that while it was true that Richard Nixon had appeared on the cover of Time magazine more than anybody else, was equally true that he, Harrison Caldwell, had appeared on the front page of The National Enquirer more than anybody else.

Kimberly was no exception in her knowledge of Caldwell's notoriety, and she recalled some of the things she had read about the man.

The thing that Kimberly recalled most vividly about Caldwell over the years was that he seemed to be an absolute fanatic when it came to the subject of sex, and not just with his many wives. Over the years he had been involved in a number of scandals, including a series of love nests with very young women, some of them so young they weren't women at all but girls.

Parents had complained of their daughters being corrupted by him, but in the end nothing ever happened, since, obviously, no daughter's virtue was beyond a price, and Caldwell could always meet the price.

Then, too, Kimberly remembered a scandal where an ambitious assistant district attorney had produced evidence that Caldwell had financed a pornography ring specializing in films and pictures of young girls fucking animals and being tortured. The case had received front-page play for a while, and then gradually vanished from the public eye.

About six months after the original charges were made, the assistant district attorney suddenly quit the public prosecutor's office and immediately opened up a private practice in a suite of high-priced offices. His first client was Caldwell International.

Enjoying a second cup of coffee, Kimberly smiled smugly and said to herself, "Something tells me that Harrison Caldwell was just made for us."

"Now remember," Nurse Wool said to Kimberly as she led her into Caldwell's secluded suite of rooms. "He's a wreck. He needs complete peace and quiet. In his shape, too much excitement might kill him."

"Isn't that what the hospital wants?" Kimberly said with a straight face.

"Now just what do you mean by that?" Nurse Wool replied, her face turning a deep shade of crimson.

"I just meant the hospital gets the money after he's dead, not while he's still alive," Kimberly said. "As long as he's living he might change his will and the hospital won't get a cent."

"That's outrageous," Nurse Wool blustered.

"Can't you see I was only joking," Kimberly teased.

"Well, joke or not, you mustn't talk that way," Nurse Wool huffed. "Please remember that this is the most serious sort of business."

After Nurse Wool had left Kimberly tiptoed into the room where Caldwell was sleeping. She went to the edge of his bed and looked closely at him. There was no doubt about it, he looked like a wreck. She could see the traces of a millionaire's Florida tan, but just the vestiges since his internal condition had left his basic skin tone a chalky white.

Kimberly lifted Caldwell's wrist and felt his pulse. Even though he was asleep and under heavy medication, his pulse raced. As a trained nurse, it was apparent to Kimberly that too much excitement or too many shocks would kill him. It was just a question of how short a time it would be before Caldwell was dead. He was only in the hospital to buy time, however, as Kimberly leaned over and removed the covers.

"No time like the present to get busy," Kimberly said. Quickly she unzipped her white nurse's uniform and pulled it off over her head and laid it on a chair. She had purposelessly worn no bra underneath her uniform, and her white nurse's pantyhose were specially made with no crotch in them so that her cunt was exposed.

In order to stimulate herself into the appropriate mood, Kimberly thrust her hand between her legs and began rubbing her cunt, circulating her other hand over the hardening nipples of her exposed breasts.

She plunged her finger into the damp crevice of her cunt, exploring the sensitive vaginal walls until she began to feel a contracting sensation in the pit of her stomach that spread instantly to her groin and told her that she was making herself hot and ready for fucking.

Kimberly slowed her cunt pumping down some and finger-fucked herself, then abruptly speeded it up, rubbing the heel of her hand over her clitoris which was now an erect, red button pulsing with hot blood.

When her nipples were as hard as marbles and her cunt sopping wet, Kimberly sidled over to the bed and eagerly pulled back the hem of Caldwell's nightgown. She was ready to work on his prick. Like the test of him, his prick was tired looking, a cock that had probably been inside more things than even Kimberly could imagine.

Wasting no time, Kimberly quickly went down on him, licking the sleeping Caldwell's balls after pulling his legs further apart. She licked the underside of his scrotum and then followed the seam all the way back between his cheeks, digging her tongue into his asshole briefly, and stimulating his enlarged prostate.

Kimberly returned to his prick and wrapped her lips around it, sucking wetly with the hope of drawing it to erection.

Even though he remained sound asleep, Caldwell's hands shot out and, by unconscious instinct, encircled Kimberly's bobbing head and held it firmly, steering it up and down his growing prick. Kimberly made no attempt to remove his hands, and let them guide her head up and down, her lips sucking the shaft of his prick in an accelerating pace, her tongue lolling wetly over his cockhead as she sucked.

Then Caldwell started to stir elsewhere in his body besides his now fully-erect prick. "Are you still sleeping?" Kimberly muttered to him, his cock still in her mouth.

When he murmured something unintelligible back to her, she decided that he was about to wake up.

Kimberly wanted to be sine that when Caldwell woke up he would awaken to something he had never expected, since every shock, big or small, would draw him closer to her ultimate objective.

She stopped sucking his prick and climbed around on the bed so that her gaping crotch was hovering directly over his face, and then slowly lowered her sopping, open pussy onto his face, the sticky lips squishing directly against Caldwell's mouth. Immediately his breathing became more labored as he fought for breath, the pungent flesh and matted hair of her dripping cunt covering his mouth and nose, adding to the stimulation he was receiving from her busy hands as she played with his cock and balls.

Caldwell's mouth opened, fighting for air, but instead it was inundated by the sticky musk of an open, drooling cunt. Caldwell's tongue lashed out against the rubbery lips of Kimberly's pussy and quickly found the throbbing nub of her clitoris. His cock throbbed as if it would burst in her busy hands.

Kimberly raised her crotch a couple of inches from Caldwell's desperate mouth and let him breathe briefly. She looked down between her legs and saw that his face was sopping wet, glistening with cuntjuice. Giving him time for a couple of quick, shallow pants, Kimberly sat on his face once more, grinding the hairy warmth of her cunt in his face. Below her, she could feel his body shuddering, his pulse racing fast. Sweat broke out all over his body from the exertion, Caldwell took all of Kimberly's pussy in his hungry mouth and sucked on it like a vacuum cleaner, extracting every drop of gooey moisture inside of her cunt and swallowing it with a long, greedy gulp.

As Caldwell continued to tongue-fuck her, Kimberly went to work in earnest on his swollen, throbbing prick. She moved her hands up and down on his cock in a blur as she leaned over and flicked her tongue over the head. When she felt Caldwell's pulse race even faster and his muscles tense, she leaned her head back a few inches just in time to watch molten globs of sperm spit out of his cock and land in white pools on his pubic hair and balls.

His coming didn't stop Kimberly. She kept her pussy in his face, and he kept shooting his tongue up her fuck canal, and sucking and nibbling at her pulsing clit.

His cock started to go limp, exhausted by his orgasmic effort, but she wouldn't permit it to fall. She enveloped the tube of meat with her mouth, furiously sucking and kissing it with her lips, bathing his prick in a warm cascade of saliva as she rubbed his balls and inserted a finger up his asshole.

Quickly she felt around in his rectum for the lump of his prostate, and finding it, she placed her finger against it and pushed, instantly activating his cock so that it lurched upward in her mouth and stiffened again. So absorbed was she in her work this time, that when he came again, after her frantic sucking and jacking off while she rolled her pussy in his face, she willingly swallowed his second load of hot sperm as he came in an agonized series of sticky bursts.

After Caldwell had come the second time, Kimberly climbed off him and studied him. She rubbed her sopping pussy as she watched her patient twitch, faint and semi-conscious from exhaustion. He was muttering something, but it was incomprehensible. Kimberly leaned down to try and understand what he was moaning.

"Who… who are you?" Caldwell groaned through twisted lips as Kimberly put her ear to his lips.

She stood up and looked down at him, putting her hands on her hips, her drooling pussy dripping with juice. So given to lewdness was Caldwell that the sight of a obviously hot pussy a few inches from him seemed to immediately inject added alertness in him, and his eyes cleared as he managed to say, "Are you my nurse?"

Kimberly continued to flaunt her pussy. When he asked again, she answered by placing a foot on a nearby chair so that her legs were fully parted. She tilted her pelvis toward the astonished Caldwell. She parted the lips of her cunt so that the dripping, scarlet fuck canal was fully exposed.

Despite his diminished condition, Caldwell tried to grab for her. But his depleted body betrayed his libido and he feebly collapsed with his arms hanging over the side of the bed.

"You're not my nurse… Nurses don't have cunts… Just needles and bedpans… No cunts on nurses… Like nuns…" He stopped to catch his fleeting breath, and then blurted out the words, "Who are you?"

"The angel of death," she said softly.

Looking straight at her cunt, he muttered, "Oh, my God, a talking pussy," then passed out.

CHAPTER TWELVE

The tapping on the door came about fifteen minutes after Caldwell had passed out. Kimberly had put her uniform back on and was sitting in a chair waiting.

She got up and walked across the room, smiling when she heard her damp pussy squishing with every step. She opened the door and silently let in Kitty, Jennifer and Gilda.

When they were at Caldwell's bedside, Kimberly asked, "Did you have any trouble getting past the nurses' station?"

"No sweat," Kitty said, and then laughed. "The nurse on duty there was… urn… busy. Very busy."

"How do you mean?" Kimberly said.

"Well, we thought she was reading a book," Gilda said, "until we passed by the station and looked inside."

"What was she doing?"

"Fingering her cunt," Jennifer laughed. "She couldn't have done anything about us even if she had seen us – she had three fingers all the way up her cunt."

Gilda giggled and then looked at Caldwell snoring lightly on his back. "Is that our millionaire?" she said, turning serious.

"You better believe it," Kimberly said.

"How've you been doing so far?" Gilda asked.

"Pretty good," Kimberly said. "I've gotten him to come twice, and moved his pulse up so fast that his eyes were rolling around like a slot machine."

"You think he's ready for us?" Gilda asked as she began removing her clothing, unbuttoning her jeans and revealing the tangle of her bush as she pulled the zipper down.

Before Kimberly could answer, Kitty said exuberantly, "Ready or not, here we come!" She undid her wrap-around skirt and let it fall to the floor, flaunting her pussy defiantly, while Jennifer removed her clothing and stood naked, her inner thighs pulsing in anticipation, her breasts hanging fully.

Kimberly realized that she had done her part and now it was time for her to back off and watch. Fortunately, she remembered she was wearing her crotchless pantyhose and could easily get herself off as much as she wanted to. Already the idea of what was about to take place was sending moist spasms pulsing through her pussy.

Surprisingly, the normally reserved Gilda was the first one to climb onto Caldwell's bed. Her white, freckled body wound around the sleeping Caldwell, her face and hands situated near his crotch. Like a lithe cat she began to feel his flaccid prick, playing with it as though it were a toy. Her alabaster tits dangled over his loins, and then fell lower to touch his cock. Holding her tits in her hands, she caught the shaft of Caldwell's prick between them and began rubbing it slowly between their soft flesh.

His pelvis twitched and his dick started to harden against the sensual rubbing of Gilda's pillowy breasts. As his cock became stiffer, Gilda met its head when it emerged from between her tits and licked it for an instant before pulling it back between her breasts. As she rubbed his hardening prick between her throbbing tits, Gilda could feel Caldwell's fingers intertwine themselves in the strands of her puss hair, groping feverishly for the moist gash of her cunt. When he found her pussy lips, she moved her legs apart. His fingers slid between her moist labia and begin finger-fucking her.

Now Jennifer crawled up on the bed joining Gilda. She got on her hands and knees and moved over Caldwell's head, allowing her exquisite dancer's body to settle down lightly over his sleeping face. Cupping her hand under his head, she raised it until there was a moist meeting of her cunt and his face.

Already feeling a warm contraction between her legs, Jennifer quickly positioned herself for maximum sensual impact, making sure that the drooling lips of her pussy met the lips of Caldwell's mouth. When she could feel his cool lips involuntarily caressing the folds of her pussy, she began a slow fucking movement that enhanced the sensation between her legs.

Suddenly Caldwell was conscious. His eyes opened, and, looking into crimson slash of Jennifer's shaved curd, he muttered, "What's happening?"

"You're being fucked to death," Jennifer replied as she ground her hips for emphasis.

"Oh, God, I love it," he said, and suddenly filled the room with slurping noises as he began to vigorously eat Jennifer's hairless cunt, his prick springing to full length between the delicious friction of Gilda's tits, his cockhead swelling into an angry red bulb under the incessant licking of her wet tongue.

Kitty was ready to jump into the fray, but before she did she had to strap on her equipment. From her purse she extracted a specially-designed dildo and strapped it around her waist. Cast in the shape of an enormous prick, at the base of the shaft the instrument had a switch which activated a circular motion of the jutting head.

The mail-order catalogue called it The Reamer, and Kitty couldn't wait to use it as she got on the bed. She parted Caldwell's legs as Gilda continued to stimulate his prick with her tongue and tits, and began preparing his asshole for the eventual thrust of the weapon strapped to her waist.

Kitty spit copiously into the palm of one hand, then massaged the warm saliva into Caldwell's anus, lubricating it for the full insertion of The Reamer.

His fate was not going to be like the others – culminating in pain. Caldwell's destiny was to be achieved by taking sensual pleasure to the ultimate extreme, taking him beyond the limits of orgasmic safety into the bizarre fringes of sexual peril where, as Kimberly had planned it, he would literally come to death.

With this in mind, Kitty made sure the dildo was slick with lubrication, having greased it with Vaseline before she had come to the hospital. Now she had fully prepared his asshole to receive the full thrust of the vibrating prong jutting from her crotch. The head touched the ring of his asshole pressing gently so Kitty could work the massive knob into his orifice. Finally the hole opened sufficiently for her to work the head in.

When his asshole had accepted the flange of the dildo, she jerked her pelvis forward and sent the shaft up his ass, feeling all ten inches of rubber and plastic and wire greasily sliding up the walls of his rectum with ease. Slowly she began fucking him in the ass, pressing his bulging prostate as hard as she could while she fucked him.

Sitting in the corner, Kimberly began playing with her cunt. She threw the hem of her dress up and began manipulating the folds of her pussy, pressing her throbbing, insistent clit as though it were a doorbell. As she pressed her clit, her cunt opened widely and a drooling discharge of bubbling cream came out to meet her hand. She quickly caught a pool of the sticky fluid and crushed it to her mouth, licking the delicious, musky secretion of her foaming cunt.

Caldwell's senses reeled. All thoughts of his illness, of his wealth, of his wives – indeed, all thoughts of everything else in the world – were blotted from his brain. He could only think of one thing, and that was the immediacy of the naked female bodies consuming him – the tits and sopping, horny cunts that were devouring him.

Caldwell felt as though a mad scientist somewhere had constructed a gigantic fifty foot cunt and somehow plugged him into it with invisible wires so that every palpitation of the pussy lips, every pulsation of the jutting pink clitoris, every contraction of the spongy inner walls, every secretion of creamy pussy juice drove him wild.

Caldwell lay there being sexually overwhelmed by the three nude women, the scent of their sopping cunts filling his nostrils, he became totally consumed by his fantasy and imagined himself standing in front of the sucking, drooling fifty-foot pussy, and then, heedless of his own safety, plunging himself inside it, working his way between its slimy, pulsing lips.

What would he find there? He imagined himself pushing his way through the spongy, sticky tissues like an insect trapped in a pot of congealing gravy. Were there teeth up there as his mother had told him when he was a little boy? Or broken glass from Coke bottles crammed up the fuck canal during orgies of masturbation that he had imagined for years in his fantasies? In his dazed over stimulated mind Caldwell pictured himself as an intrepid explorer chaffing the unknown territory of the world's most fascinating frontier – the inside of a steaming cunt.

Caldwell's fantasy charged his body with sexual electricity and made him easy prey for Kitty, Jennifer and Gilda, who found him an all-too willing victim for their sweet torture.

Gilda couldn't believe the hardness in his cock as it rubbed against her tits. His prick seemed to be coming apart from his crotch, assuming an identity of its own.

Even though it wasn't part of her body, Kitty could feel her dildo being clenched by Caldwell's asshole as she pumped in and out. Knowing that the advanced erotic state of his body demanded it, she reached down and flipped the switch, feeling the low hum of the vibrator going to work, twisting and turning the heavy shaft of the dildo up his ass, reaming him out.

The idea of such power over another person – over a man – turned Kitty on immensely. She watched his flesh pulsate from the gouging she was administering to his ass. She put her hand to her cunt and began rubbing the drooling, hairy gash passionately, feeling the creaming secretion of her steaming pussy juice drenching her trembling hand.

Jennifer's cunt was so hot now she wondered how Caldwell could take the heat. But he gave as good as he got, answering the grinding thrusts of her cunt with nibbling lips and teeth that laid the most sensitive tissues of her pussy bare. His tongue shot up her as insistently as any prick.

When Jennifer closed her eyes, she imagined that she was sitting on the face of an old man on his death bed, but being fucked by the world's most supple cock, one that not only pumped in and out of her cunt but had the talent to lick the sides of her foaming pussy, and the ability to strike at her swollen clit between thrusts up her pussy.

Things were going as Kimberly had planned. Over the past few weeks since they had come together the girls were all tuned in on the same sexual wave length, all striving to arrive at the moment of delicious, twitching, creaming orgasm at once, spewing out oceans of pussy juice, shuddering and intense experiencing orgasms. And even though she wasn't on top of Caldwell swarming like an ant after honey, Kimberly was part of it, stroking the folds of her pussy in tandem with the orgiastic sucking and fucking that was going on on the bed before her eyes.

Kimberly wanted it all. This was the crowning glory of the scheme she had hatched weeks ago when she had first placed the classified ad in the paper. The culmination of this episode with Caldwell had to be the best as he represented the epitome of greed and selfishness. Not being able to contain herself, Kimberly slid down off the chair and lay on the floor on her back. She lifted her legs and rocked backward on her shoulders, throwing her feet and legs over her head and so that she could see her oozing cunt. She placed her hands behind her ass and pushed forward, contorting herself so that her cunt moved tantalizingly nearer and nearer to her pursing mouth. The pain which she would have normally felt from such a doubled-over position went unnoticed in her crazed desire to achieve the impossible – to eat herself, to eat her own cunt in the most incredible orgasm anybody had ever experienced.

Slowly but surely Kimberly's superhuman efforts succeeded and her pussy inched closer and closer to her hungry mouth. Finally she was able to reach the bush of her cunt with her lips and that was all the incentive she needed to give more effort. She shoved her hands against the cheeks of her ass and finally achieved her objective, the damp mound of her cunt colliding sweetly with her slobbering mouth. Greedily she began moving her tongue, her lips, her teeth over the folds of her cunt, tasting her own sticky cuntjuice.

As Kimberly ate and tongue fucked herself, her fingers found her sucking asshole, its puckering ridges pulled apart by her position. Without hesitation, she plunged the finger into her asshole to the hilt, reaming her insides as she greedily devoured her cunt with her rapacious mouth.

On top of Caldwell, Gilda knew coming was imminent. She removed Caldwell's cock from between her tits and straddled his groin, clutching his erect cock in her shaking hands. Slowly she slid down on it, feeling his prick filling her hungry cunt as she began to fuck him hard, sensing his prick make maximum penetration as it stabbed into her pussy.

Kitty slammed away with the vibrating dildo, mercilessly reaming out Caldwell's ass while she simultaneously finger-fucked herself, plunging her hand into her sloppy, creaming cunt, achieving the sensation of fucking and being fucked at the same time. It was an exhilarating sensation and brought her to the most incredible orgasm she had ever had.

Jennifer rolled her ass in a sweeping, grinding ellipse on Caldwell's face, taking maximum advantage of his educated tongue, pumping up and down on it so that it serviced her spasming pussy better than any cock. His saliva drenched her cunt more than any sperm had ever drenched. She knew that when she came, it was going to be with such a powerful shudder that her thighs would wrap around Caldwell's face like a vise. She couldn't wait.

The four of them – Kitty, Jennifer and Gilda on top of the perspiring, shuddering Caldwell, and Kimberly rocking wildly on the floor in a contorted ball, eating her own pussy – simultaneously felt the crest of sensuality rising in their cunts. First the warmth spread from their pussies to their thighs and bellies, then expanded down their legs and up through their tits, their nipples bursting with passion.

Finally each felt a tingling in her toes and a flush across her face, their beautiful, slobbering cunts gushing forth with frothing onslaughts of rich, savory cuntcream.

And as they came, Caldwell could hold back no longer. He was a libertine from the word go and could no more restrain himself when it came to sex than his father had been able to when it came to making money. The clutching walls of Gilda's hot cunt were irresistible to him, and he thrust his prick higher and higher into her pussy, fucking, literally, as if there were no tomorrow.

When he felt the soft flesh of Jennifer's hairless cunt explode a whirlpool of pussy juice on his face; when Kitty became so ecstatic with coming that she forgot the dildo wasn't actually a part of her and thrust it up his ass like she was ejaculating; and when he looked out of the corner of his eye and, through the haze that had overtaken him long ago, momentarily saw the crystal clear form of Kimberly actually eating her own delicious cunt, Caldwell summoned forth every atom of energy at his command, sending it directly to his groin and up the shaft of his cock. So great was the power that he generated, Gilda found herself being lifted up into the air as if his prick were standing up in her cunt.

And then he came, a great burst of an ejaculation cowing from his exploding prickhead, spewing forth buckets of scalding sperm. Spurt after spurt lathered Gilda's insides with thick, rich cum as Caldwell's cock pulsed on and on.

But, then, without warning, it all stopped. Caldwell's cock suddenly crumpled within Gilda's pussy like a giant redwood that had been sawed down by ruthless loggers.

His ass, which had been rolling like a ship on a stormy sea under Kitty's expert fucking, suddenly stopped moving.

His mouth, sucking like a vacuum cleaner against Jennifer's cunt, abruptly went slack as spit drooled from the corners.

His eyes rolled around his head and then lurched to a stop with only the whites showing as his face turned pale and then blue while his flesh became as cold as ice.

Kitty, Jennifer and Gilda sat on top of Caldwell and looked at each other wide-eyed. Kimberly walked over to them and, hands on her hips, stated as matter-of-factly as an Iowa farmer looking into cloudy skies and predicting rain, "He's dead."

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

It was over at last. Further vengeance would only increase the risk of ultimate detection. Kimberly, Kitty, Jennifer and Gilda felt they had proved their point to themselves: that they were superior to men as long as they had to deal with them as adversaries.

Before they had been raped and met each other through Kimberly's classified ad, all four of them had been, in effect, at the mercy of the male organ, jumping trough hoops every time some man pulled out his cock and demanded that they fuck it or suck it. Now they realized the superiority of their pussies, and reveled in the beauty and potential of their own cunts, organs capable of orgasm after orgasm without rest unlike the primitive squirt gun of the male that shot its load and then was exhausted.

There was no way either Kimberly, Kitty, Jennifer or Gilda could ever again be intimate with a man, so loathsome did they find the opposite sex.

There was no pairing off among them; the four of them loved each other equally, both spiritually and sexually. They realized this after they were finished with Caldwell.

Returning to Kimberly's apartment there seemed no alternative but to fall into each other's arms celebrating their final victory and liberation from men. Quickly their clothes were off and they fell into a pile of pulsing flesh onto Kimberly's bed, eager tits and cunts and hungry, greedy mouths rubbing and sucking.

Ritualistically they took turns shaving each other's pussies until they all had bare cunts like Jennifer's.

Then they groped passionately on the bed, sending each other into ecstasy with loving caresses and wet and wild tongue-fucking.

As a surprise present to all of them for their good work, Kimberly had had a huge mirror installed on the ceiling over the bed. It gave them the the chance they lusted for, to see their own licking, sucking, probing, masturbating orgy of mutual love.

Their lewd images spread across the expanse of the mirror in a wild and wet daisy chain.

Now the door was closed forever to the world of men.

Content

Heather Brown
The rape girls

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER NINE

CHAPTER TEN

CHAPTER ELEVEN

CHAPTER TWELVE

CHAPTER THIRTEEN