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Ivy League Sluts
by HarryBerg (HarryBerg01 (at) aol (dot) com)


Chapter 30 Ready on the Set


“Don’t you two queers ever get tired of going down on each other,” asked Mike when Stacy answered.

“Fuck you, what do you want? Christ, it’s not even seven o’clock. And for your information, I did not have sex with Portia or anyone last night. I was working on a paper that’s due today,” said Stacy trying not to wake up. She hadn’t finished until three in the morning.

“I forgot to mention I set up an appointment for you and your fuck buddies from Zodiac. You have to be at the apartment at three to let them in and show them where to install the equipment. They’ll show you how everything works. Who knows? You might win one of those porn awards.”

“Huh, what fuck buddies? What are you talking about?”

“You’re not exactly mellow in the morning. Are you? These guys are going to wire the apartment for your NSA hookup with the Russo’s.”

“So what makes them my fuck buddies,” asked Stacy?

“Well, they fucked you for one thing. Too bad you were too blown away on uppers to know what was happening. You may not remember Mel and his crew but they sure remember you.”

“I still don’t understand. Spell it out for the dumb whore,” said Stacy still groggy with sleep and feeling uncooperative. Mike woke her on the one morning she didn’t have any early classes.

“Mel Winslow is the producer and director of Stacy Does Cambridge. He is also the president of Zodiac Adult Entertainment and an associate of mine. After Mel and his crew finished that disgusting piece of hardcore porn staring Stacia Todd of Weston, they had a crew party with the star. She proved more than willing to have sex with them; but given that she is a slut at all times that is not surprising.”

“Now I recall. Mark told me about it,” said Stacy. “The fucking creeps took advantage of me.”

“Mark banged you too, the horny bastard. He told everybody what a great piece of ass you were and how much you loved cock. I would have stayed and got a piece myself but I had to be home with family.”

“There is a downside to being a good family man,” said Stacy.

“Watch it. Sarcasm will get those big tits chopped off. Say you’re sorry.”

“I’m sorry.”

“You’re forgiven. Anyway, you need to show Zodiac where you will be entertaining Cambridge’s Newest Power Couple. They have to install the cameras and microphones. We’re going all out to make this a first class production.”

“I’ll be there,” said Stacy anxious to get back to sleep.

“Good, you’re learning. Now, just don’t fuck up,” said Mike ending the call.

Precisely at three, Stacy found herself in a reunion with men who remembered that night much better than her. They were amazingly relaxed about what was technically a felony rape of a drugged female.

“Hi Stacia, Mel Winslow, long time no screw,” said Mel stepping inside the apartment to take her into his arms. His hands grasped her buttocks pulling her against his cock as they kissed. “I bet you were something when you were a little girl. You got any pictures of you in a bathing suit when you were little?”

Stacy recalled the family albums were filled with pictures of her running around the family pool wearing only the bottoms; however, she didn’t intend to share them with the likes of Mel the pedophile. “Good to see you again, Mel,” said Stacy returning the kiss pressing her breasts and sex against his body. It seemed the appropriate way to greet in the porn business.

“Did Mike tell you that after Nancy, Dave and Jamal left, the whole crew gang banged you? It was one hell of a performance. You didn’t seem tired or anything. Of course, the Mikester had you on uppers. You were one amazingly hot piece of tail,” said Larry, Mel’s soundman and chief technician as he greeted Stacy with another butt squeeze and tongue kiss.

“I was absolutely devastated when I found out I missed all that great sex,” said Stacy pushing her breasts hard against her chest.

“Gosh, you’re beautiful,” whispered Larry ending the kiss. “Maybe we could get together some time for coffee.”

Stacy had to repeat the greeting with the camera technicians, Bill and Escobar. Escobar proved to be the most aggressive. He lifted her jeans skirt to grasp her nearly bare bottom as they kissed. His powerful hands squeezed her buttocks as he ground the hard bulge in his crotch over her pubic bone.

“All right, let her go, Escobar, everyone settles down. We got a job to do here. Before we get started, we need to educate Stacy about the latest in hidden surveillance technology,” said Mel pulling Escobar off Stacy.

The four described in mind-boggling detail how each piece of equipment worked. Tiny, almost invisible lens and microphones would be installed in the bedroom and living room. A larger omni-directional lens was hidden in a wall sconce that faced the king sized bed where it was assumed most of the action would take place. All video would be recorded in a digital format.

“We’re using four cameras per room plus the one in the ceiling so don’t worry about us capturing your good side,” said Bill the lanky bearded redhead with the large hands and feet. They all kept glancing at Stacy like they were expecting a repeat of their previous meeting.

“Once we get all the digital back to the lab, Melanie will edit it into a coherent story,” said Bill. “I promise you’ll be proud of the end product.”

“It will look very professional,” said Larry reassuringly. “You won’t be disappointed.”

“I told Mike you ought to go out to the Coast and make porn. Nancy, the redhead you steamed up the room with, left for LA after we made your film. She called the other day and told me she was making five grand a week. That’s five grand clear with no taxes. She’s averaging a movie every two or three days and she’s escorting,” said Mel.

“I need to finish college first,” said Stacy surprised at the amounts Mel was quoting. They were several times what law school graduates were making after years of college and hundreds of thousand in tuition.

Mel was short, bald, overweight, and constantly out of breathe. Stacy guessed his age somewhere in the fifties. One of Mel’s comments surprised Stacy. “You got a real pretty pussy, sweetheart, nice even lips. That’s important in this business.”

“Thanks, Mel,” said Stacy trying to recall whether anyone had ever before complemented her on the bisymmetry of her labia.

She stayed busy helping Larry run cables under the carpet and through the walls. Aware that Mike would blame her if things went wrong; she asked questions about how the equipment worked and the possibility of things going wrong.

“Suppose a camera fails,” said Stacy.

“These devices are built not to fail; however, there’s going to be several in both rooms so if one goes on the fritz, the others will still work,” said Larry. “We could just go for coffee, no sex.”

“Sorry but I can’t. I’m with Mike Cabreeze. Do you know Mike?”

“Sure, everybody knows Lt. Cabreeze,” said Larry looking thoughtful.

“Then the last thing on earth you need is to piss him off.”

“Maybe he wouldn’t find out,” said Larry.

“And if he did, you would wind up in Boston Harbor without an air tank. You seem like a nice guy and I’d go out with you if things were different. Now tell me about how everything works.”

“All the recording equipment will be in this closet. You activate the entire system by throwing this switch. Everything’s digital so it’s totally quiet, not even the slightest hum,” said Larry showing her the stack of electronics in the closet of the spare bedroom. Stacy wondered if any of Mel’s workers had detected Mike’s secret archive.

The technicians took advantage of Stacy’s proximity. Idle hands moved up her skirt to stroke her panty-covered vagina. Stacy hadn’t worn a bra and the men kept touching her breasts throughout the installation.

“Cool it, you horny bastards,” said Mel when he happened upon Escobar with his mouth glued to Stacy’s exposed breast. Stacy relaxed and found she enjoyed their attention. She engaged in a teasing back and forth sexually oriented banter with the men. Finally after two hours, they announced they were done.

“Fini, Stacia, we’re ready for the big test,” said Mel looking in the closet at the stack of equipment.

“Good, what’s the test,” asked Stacy?

“Get naked, honey, and go stand in the living room. We need a final run through for the cameras and microphones,” said Mel.

“Exactly why do I have to get naked for you to test the cameras,” asked Stacia?

“I could give you some bullshit about skin tone and adjusting the lighting but the fact is Mike said we could party with you when we’re done, sort of a bonus,” said Mel. “You were so hot in your first film; we’re all excited about the sequel.

“Shit,” said Stacy only mildly surprised that Mike was demonstrating who was in charge by giving her away without mentioning it to her.

“Hey, it ain’t like we hadn’t screwed you before. But this time, you get to remember it,” said Larry. “Besides, we’ll be nice.”

“Sure, why not? But don’t be too nice. I’m in the mood for not nice sex,” said Stacy unbuttoning her blouse?

“Whatever floats your boat, honey,” said Mel grabbing and squeezing his crotch. “You hear that, guys? Stacy likes it rough.”

During the next ten minutes, Stacy stood naked in both rooms facing each wall as they made final adjustments to the angle of the camera lens.

When rape is inevitable, you might as well lie back and enjoy it decided Stacy as she faced the camera. These guys want my body and their fondling my breasts and feeling my pussy has got me in the mood for serious sex. The alternative is to go back home and use my vibrator. And from their perspective, I have a reputation to live up to.

“How’s this,” asked Stacy as she performed a split between the two arms of the couch. Resting on the back of her heels with her sex poised a good foot over the cushions; she vigorously masturbated and played with her nipples while they adjusted the camera angles.

“Hurry up, I need dick,” yelled Stacy when they were almost finished. She was in the bedroom lying on her back with her ankles locked behind her neck while she fingered her vagina and anus. When Larry announced everything was set, the crew hurried to the bedroom and started to undress.

“Let’s skull fuck the bitch,” said Escobar grabbing Stacy by the wrist and pulling her roughly off the bed to the floor.

“Let’s see some cock,” said Stacy kneeling beside the bed as she reached for their zippers.

“Like in Oral Meltdown No. 3,” said Bill unzipping his trousers then extracting a thick nine inches. “I love it when they choke on my mule.”

“Nice, now show me what you can do with it,” said Stacy reaching for Bill’s large tool.

“Bill used to be a performer,” said Mel stepping out of his trousers. “He was in over thirty of my films.”

“Why’d you quit,” asked Stacy raising Bill’s cock with one hand to lick his scrotum as her other hand stroked Mel’s shaft.

“I got married. She didn’t like me doing it with other women,” said Bill.

“Bill’s wife, Cindy, used to work for me too,” said Mel. “She performed in several gangbang films.”

“We’ve all fucked her in Anal Intruders No. 3,” said Escobar. “She loved backdoor penetration.”

“But not since we got married,” said Bill defensively.

“Gather close, guys. Let’s show her how it feels to be skull fucked by the best,” said Mel.

The next half hour was devoted to each of the four taking quick turns ramming their cock down Stacy’s throat.

“You’re not sucking dick you’re getting your throat fucked,” directed Mel. She was instructed to flatten her tongue and open her mouth wide. Each member of the crew placed their hands on the side of her head and forced his cock into her gullet. Bill’s was easily the longest and thickest. The others claimed they could see the sides of Stacy’s neck expand each time Bill thrust home.

“See,” said Escobar grabbing Stacy’s throat and squeezing it around Bill’s cock.

Stacy keep choking and coughing up saliva that cascaded down onto her breasts. Mucus gushed out of her nose. Her cheeks glistened with her own spit.

“You could make a couple thousand in an afternoon doing this is in the Valley,” said Mel slamming his cock down Stacy’s throat.

“I love the sound of a cunt choking on dick,” said Escobar who was pinching, pulling, and twisting Stacy’s saliva-coated nipples. They’d become very sore and Stacy kept twisting her body reacting to the pain.

“She could definitely make it in jizz biz,” said Mel watching Stacy suck his cock as she jacked off Bill and Escobar. “I just wish we’d met up ten years ago.”

Mel’s crew had the skill and experience to make her gag and choke. They called her every filthy name Stacy had ever heard and a few that were new to her. Stacy’s lust grew as she responded to their brutal treatment.

“Ram it down my windpipe,” cried Stacy when it was Bill’s turn again. Moments later, Stacy struggled to suppress her gag reflex as Bill’s manhood filled and stretched her throat. His powerful hands mashed her face against his hairy pubic area. Saliva gushed over her lower lip when he pulled out just as she was about to faint. He slapped his penis hard across her face as he taunted her.

“You like that? Don’t you, you filthy cock eating whore,” said Bill as his nine inches smacked her cheeks.

“Goddamn right I do,” said Stacy her lust growing as the four repeatedly abused her. Escobar and Larry were kneeling beside her sucking and chewing on her nipples as Bill held her head and throat fucked her.

Mel had quickly blown his load down Stacy’s throat and that finished him. He spent the rest of the session slowly stroking his cock as he watched his crew perform. Skull fucking session over, they placed her in Escobar’s favorite position for triple penetration, a shoulder stand. It was a position he learned when filming Asian Gangbang Girl.

With her back on the bed and her butt pointed toward the ceiling, Larry pulled Stacy’s legs down to where her feet were right beside her ears. He then eased forward straddling her face with his cock pointed straight down into her mouth. Bill and Escobar crouched over her penetrating her anus and vagina.

“You like ass to mouth, chica,” asked Escobar as he and Larry switched positions. Seconds before he’d removed his cock from her rectum then slipped down to straddle her face.

“I love sucking a dirty dick,” said Stacy taking Escobar’s penis in her mouth as Larry’s peter burrowed past her anus.

For Stacy, it was the kind of non-stop three-hole sex she wanted. Constantly changing positions the men rotated among her openings like a well-coached volleyball team. Stacy’s sex drive found its groove and she gave as good as she got.

“Love it when their butthole stays open,” said Bill pulling his cock out of Stacy’s ass. He leaned close to allow a large gob of spit to drop into her anus. Escobar added his and Stacy felt the slimy fluid slide down the walls of her rectum.

After each of the three had dumped his load into a different orifice, they decided anilingus would quickly restore their erection for a second round of fucking. Stacy felt energized and ready to do whatever they wanted.

“Let’s make her eat butt,” said Escobar bending over to expose his wrinkled brown eye. “Chow time,” said Escobar as he reached back with both hands to separate his buttocks.

Larry and Bill used her hair for leverage to bring her to his sphincter. Stacy licked the musky center of Escobar’s sphincter then pressed her lips around the hole forcing it open so her tongue could enter.

“Tongue my shit hole, bitch,” said Escobar displaying his skill in flexing and opening his anus. He’d mastered the technique when years before he’d performed in several gay porn features.

“Dive in, Stacy, and suck his shithole,” said Bill.

Stacy’s hands were working Escobar’s cock and balls as her mouth rimmed his asshole. Once Escobar was erect, Stacy found her face buried in Bill’s butt crack and then Larry’s. They repeatedly held her face between their sweaty cheeks pressing her nose and mouth hard against their unwashed anus while they slapped her rear urging her to force her tongue past their sphincter. All the while, their fingers punished her breasts, especially her nipples, squeezing and twisting the soft tissue, bringing her to a constant state of pain driven orgasm.

To Stacy it was the sort of mean, nasty, sweaty, and physically demanding sex she had learned to prefer. Like a tigress in heat, she took everything they gave her and demanded more, screaming for them to fuck her harder.

Once they were erect they mounted her again for a second round of intercourse. And later there was a third round where Stacy was mounted on one cock while she sucked another.

After three hours of non-stop sex, the four men stumbled out of the apartment completely spent. They had ended the gang bang traditionally. They ordered Stacy to lay on her back with her mouth open and her tongue out. The four gathered around her head. One by one they jerked off on her face. Some of the semen landed in her open mouth but most splattered her face, covering her eyes and hair. Mel recorded the event with a video camera while he contributed his share of ejaculate.

At Mel’s direction, Stacy used her finger to push most of the facial cum into her mouth as she smiled at the camera. Responding to his request for a final close-up, she held her mouth open exposing the pool of jism resting on her tongue; then swallowed.

Stacy hurried to shower as the men dressed. When they went to say their goodbyes, they found her leaning against the shower wall using the pulsating spray to masturbate.

“She’s incredible,” said Escobar walking toward their unmarked van. “I’m dehydrated. I need some Gatorade. She sucked my nuts dry not to mention she licked my cock, balls, and asshole till they sparkled.”

“My gun’s empty. Hope Cindy is asleep when I get home,” said Bill opening the van and sliding his toolbox inside. “Be just like the cunt to wake up and want to fuck. She’d be suspicious as hell if I can’t perform.”

“Stacy Todd could have been a big star, like Jameson,” said Mel climbing into the driver’s seat. “You got to hand it to Cabreeze; he knows how to pick them.”

“She seemed nice to me,” said Larry depositing his toolbox. “I’d like to get to know her better.”

“Shit, Larry’s in love,” said Escobar laughing. “You’re supposed to fuck whores not fall in love with them.”

“She’s beautiful and she’s smart too. She’s a college student,” said Larry defensively as he took the seat beside Mel.

“Yeah, at Fuck Me U, she’s a cock sucking ass eating slut, Larry, who’s probably inside jerking off wishing she had Jamal’s nine inches in her twat instead of that micro dick of yours,” said Bill

“She’s going to Harvard planning on being a lawyer,” said Larry. “She told me about Harvard when she was helping run cable.”

“Harvard, my ass, since when did Harvard admit nymphos,” said Escobar.

“I asked her out but she said her life was too complicated to date,” said Larry. “She seemed kind of sad about it.”

“That was stupid. Cabreeze would cut your nuts off for messing with one of his whores. Besides, she’s a lesbo. Mike said she lives with a diesel dyke. Most of the really good pussy you meet these days are dykes,” said Mel ending the conversation.

Chapter 31 Playing School Girl




“Hello, Stacy, I’m Vera and this is Gary,” said Vera Russo after stepping quickly inside the apartment door. She delivered a quick kiss to Stacy’s cheek as she made the introduction. Stacy had pictured her as a take-charge type and the way she shook her hand and introduced her husband was proving Stacy correct. They had arrived precisely on time.

Mark had been trailing them. He called to report that the Russo’s had parked their car at the Charles Hotel then got into a cab headed in her direction. The cab dropped them off at a nearby mini-mart and they walked five blocks to the apartment complex. Mark captured each step of their movement on video. It would be added to the Zodiac footage to create a complete story of the Russo’s visit to a much younger girl for bizarre sex.

“They are one cautious couple,” said Mark watching them walk along Memorial Drive. The wife’s pretty hot. I’m looking forward to watching the DVD.”

“Your bisexual side will appreciate the husband’s nine inch cock,” said Stacy taking a final check in the mirror.

“A real nine inches,” said Mark.

“I haven’t measured it myself but the wife swears he’s a tripod,” said Stacy slipping on the wire-rimmed glasses that Portia said made her look years younger.

“Well, once they’ve seen the DVD, I’ll invite him to one of the down low parties at City Hall. They’re coming up your walk. It’s showtime,” said Mark ending the call.

Days before she and Portia had visited the Goodwill Store and luckily acquired a uniform someone from Bishop Fenwick High School had donated. By a stroke of luck, a navy blazer with the school crest, white cotton oxford cloth shirt with a button down collar, striped tie in the school colors and red tartan plaid skirt were hanging on the rack containing Stacy’s size.

“Bonitas Et Fidelitas,” read Stacy from the blazer’s crest.

“It’s Latin for Goodness and Loyalty,” said Portia holding the skirt up against Stacy. “Catholic girls aren’t afraid to show some leg.”

Stacy’s long legs made it unnecessary to shorten the skirt. She purchased a pair of white knee socks. She and Portia debated shoes. Heels were sexier but saddle oxfords more authentic. Stacy bought both but at the last minute chose the oxfords. Wire rim glasses with a clear lens completed the look. Portia chose a pair of barrettes with butterflies for Stacy’s hair.

“First time in months I’ve worn a panty like these,” said Stacy lifting her skirt to show Portia her full cotton panty.

“Hold that pose. Lick your lips and smile,” said Portia aiming her camera at Stacy.

“What are those for,” asked Stacy posing for the camera?

“Margaux, she asked me what my room mate looked like,” said Portia.

“She’ll think I’m some kind of weirdo,” said Stacy bending over to expose her panty-covered rear to the camera.

“She’s dying to fuck you already. That’s hot. Here, lick this as you look into the camera,” said Portia handing Stacy a dildo.

Stacy thrust out her chest and tilted her rear toward the camera as she swirled her tongue over the faux cock.

“You’ve got to wear that outfit for me, sometime,” said Portia downloading the images of Stacy to her PC then attaching them to an email to her sister in Baghdad.

“Why,” asked Stacy looking over Portia’s shoulder?

“You look so incredibly sexy but at the same time, very young and innocent. If you didn’t have to leave, I’d bend you over, pull your sweet little school girl britches down, paddle your tush, and fuck your brains out with my strap on.”

“I don’t get it,” said Stacy looking at herself in the mirror. “This is pretty close to how I looked in high school. They made us wear a uniform. Most of us good girls wore a full panty because the boys were always lifting our skirts. Sometimes to get extra attention, I’d wear a thong under my full panty then take it off when I got to school. The guys were really shocked when they felt your bare butt.”

“I have a confession to make. At my high school in Trenton, I belonged to a girl’s gang. That was a matter of survival. A couple of times a year we would drive out to the burbs and kidnap girls from St. Cecilia’s. They wore a uniform.”

“You actually kidnapped them. How did you do that?”

“It wasn’t that difficult. Find a group of cuties walking home together on a side street. Politely ask for directions. Taser them when they walked over to help then throw their butts in the back of the van and duct tape their hands and feet.”

“St. Cecilia’s, sounds like a Catholic high school, why did you do that?”

“Looking back, I suppose it was class envy. Those girls had nice things like decent clothes and fathers who didn’t get drunk and beat the shit out of them. But we didn’t think that way at the time. We thought we were just taking the high and mighty bitches down a peg,” said Portia.

“What did you do?”

“What didn’t we do is an easier question to answer. We’d take them to this old abandoned warehouse near the Passaic River. We’d start by tie them over saw horses and whipping their ass with leather belts to make sure they did what they were told. Of course, we told them if they did what we said, they’d get home safely.”

“Or,” asked Stacy?

“We’d cut their faces with razors. Disfigurement is a woman’s greatest fear. Actually, we never came close to that. The ass whipping worked. You take some candy ass femme from the burbs and lay a couple of dozen hard strokes on her bare butt she becomes very cooperative. It was amazing how it changed their attitude from no fucking way to me first.”

“From personal experience, I know something about the effect of pain on long held values,” said Stacy.

“After we changed their view of what constituted acceptable behavior, they had to make out as they undressed each other. Some of them didn’t find that difficult,” said Portia.

“And for the ones that did,” asked Stacy?

“A Taser between their legs encouraged their cooperation,” said Portia.

“I can only imagine how that felt,” said Stacy lifting her skirt to stroke her sex.

“I had it done to me one time by Margaux,” said Portia. “But I deserved it.”

“Why,” asked Stacy?

“I borrowed her favorite blouse without asking and got something on it. I was asleep when she found it ruined. It was a hell of a way to wake up. I never borrowed anything of hers again.”

“I have got to meet your sister some time. So what else did you do to the poor girls of St. Cecilia?” said Stacy unable to resist the urge to masturbate.

“Various perverted acts, our favorite was to make them straddle a chair with a ten inch dildo stuck to the seat,” said Portia. “Once we had it in their pussy, we pushed them down until their butt touched.”

“Lubricated, I hope,” asked Stacy?

“Of course, we weren’t complete animals. After being fully impaled, they were required to masturbate for the camcorder.”

“You filmed it,’ asked Stacy slipping her fingers under the seam of her white cotton school girl panties.

“It added immensely to our enjoyment and provided porn we could get off to later. However I do feel a tad guilty about it today.”

“Perhaps after the Russo affair is over, maybe we could assuage your guilt by dressing you up as a St. Cecilia student. I could punish you.”

“I’d like that. We have everything we need,” said Portia referring to the collection of S&M paraphernalia Stacy had purchased.

“You can be the dominant to start and then we can switch,” said Stacy deciding that jerking off before she left would relax her for her attempt at blackmail. She slid the panty off then placed her leg over the chair arm and resumed stroking her clit. “What else did you do to them after you forced ten inches of faux cock in their sweet young pussies?”

“Surprisingly, at least to we ghetto dollies whose virginity was passé before we graduated middle school, several turned out to be virgins so we introduced them to a whole new world.”

“I plowed through my hymen with the handle of my hairbrush. It only hurt a little,” said Stacy.

“I uncapped my manhole with a coke bottle. It was part of the initiation in Margaux’s club. You had to demonstrate the vaginal capacity to bury a six and an half ounce bottle,” said Portia who like Stacy had begun to masturbate.

“How did you know the any of the St. Cecilia students were virgins,” asked Stacy?

“I guess we took their word. There are girls who have a hymen so tough and durable, that a surgeon’s scalpel is required to remove it,” said Portia.

“I recall my mother mentioning the possibility my hymen could be a problem. When I assured her it wasn’t, she looked surprised,” said Stacy.

“Returning to my tale of wrong doing, one of the girls, an adorable little brunette with almost no tits or pubic hair, turned out to still have her hymen. She was virgo intactus. And it took several of we ladies pushing with all our might to change her status. We were lucky we didn’t rupture something.”

“I would have loved to see that. She must have bled all over,” said Stacy working her clit with one hand while she inserted two fingers in her vagina.

“Like a stuck pig, when we started, she screamed like a banshee and begged us not to deflower her. She was saving it for Mr. Right,” said Portia.

“I gather you didn’t take pity on her,” said Stacy stroking her sex with both hands.

“Pity was in short supply that day. But we did turn her upside down and examine this phenomenon. Her manhole cover felt thick as shoe leather and just a tough,” said Portia.

“But you overcame that obstacle,” said Stacy.

“Yes, two girls held her in a split while another aligned the dildo with her vagina,” said Portia.

“And what role did you play,” asked Stacy?

“I placed my hands on the top of her shoulders and pushing down. She fainted by the time, her bottom touched down on the bloody seat,” said Portia.

“Did you taste her virgin blood in hopes of restoring your own innocence,” asked Stacy?

“No, but we did post the video to a WEB site. Once the word got around there was an actual deflowering, a very rarely filmed event in Trenton and Cyberspace, the site took so many hits, the server went down,” said Portia.

“Amazing,” said Stacy. “What came next after the dildo rape?”

“Things became more relaxed. We made them sixty-nine while we masturbated with dildos. Then they got the thrill of munching our rugs. Catholic girls love to eat pussy.”

“I’m going to come,” said Stacy beginning her orgasm.

“I’ll join you,” said Portia allowing her climax to start.

“So how did it end,” asked Stacy using a tissue to wipe her cunt.

“If they were pretty and we only took the pretty ones, we all wound up in a pile of naked flesh. But if we didn’t like their attitude, we’d call up some of the guys and invite them over for a piece of tail,” said Portia.

“What do you mean by attitude,” asked Stacy?

“Treating us a ghetto trash, which of course, we were but they didn’t have to rub it in,” said Portia.

“So they got to pull a train,” said Stacy.

“Yes, you should have seen their faces when our black athletes dropped their pants revealing their ghetto anacondas.”

“How did it end up?”

“After they pulled a train, we took them back to St. Cecilia’s and dropped them off in the parking lot. Most of them didn’t leave the same person as they arrived.”

“They didn’t call the police,” asked Stacy?

“No, too embarrassing,” said Portia. “Besides what would the cop’s do? We were all underage.”

“Sounds very erotic, oops, I’m almost late. Wish me luck,” said Stacy grabbing a bag of props and heading toward the door.


***



When Stacy arrived at the apartment, she placed several of her high school textbooks on the desk in the living room corner. Vera was to act as her tutor. Stacy had not done her assignments. A spanking with a ruler followed by sex with first Vera and then Gary would ensue. Vera was to bring a paddle, a selection of sex toys and lubricant. “Leave all that to me,” said Vera during the phone call.

Following Portia’s advice, Stacy had purchased a pre-paid, disposable cell phone to communicate with the Russo’s. Mike had been impressed enough to comment. “Smart, very smart, maybe we should make Portia a full fledged Posse girl,” was Mike’s ominous comment when Stacy showed Mike the cell phone and credited Portia with the idea.

“Please leave Portia alone. She doesn’t need to be part of the Posse,” said Stacy.

“She’s already a part. You’re the one who brought her into the picture. By the way, Ray Luchino died the other day but he said nice things about you and Portia. Just keep doing like you’re told and Portia will be fine.”

“Would either of you like something to drink,” asked Stacy gesturing toward the full bar. She and the Russo’s were standing in the living room.

“Water would be great,” said Gary.

“Water for me too,” added Vera looking around. “This is a nice place, Stacy.”

“Too nice for a college student, it belongs to my best friend, Michelle. She’s in Africa working for Project Hope. Michelle lets me use it when she’s away,” said Stacy.

“Have you known her long,” asked Vera?

“A year, we met a Marasol’s,” said Stacy mentioning the name of an upscale lounge frequented by lesbians. “She’s older. She has her MD.”

“I see. So I take it Michelle is a lesbian,” asked Vera?

“She tells everyone she is. But she was married once. To an officer in the Marines, it didn’t work out,” said Stacy.

“Is this her,” asked Vera picking up a picture of Portia’s older sister? It showed a woman standing in front of the Sphinx with two other women.

“Yes, she’s the one in the middle. That was taken last summer. Michelle loves to travel. I’m going to travel with her after I graduate.”

“She’s pretty,” said Vera examining the picture closely.

“Michelle’s a lot of fun and very dedicated to helping others,” said Stacy.

“You don’t look near twenty one in your uniform. Did you go to Bishop Fenwick?” asked Gary?

“No, I went to a private high school. I found this in a used clothing store. I thought looking the part would help me get my head into the role-play. I believe attention to detail is important.”

“I totally agree,” said Vera looking pleased.

“I need to change,” said Gary interrupting.

“The bedroom is in there,” said Stacy pointing toward the door. “Please have a seat, Vera.”

Gary picked up a small nylon bag with the New England Patriot’s logo and walked quickly into the bedroom shutting the door.

“Men are so impatient when it comes to sex,” said Vera taking a seat beside Stacy.

“I’m feeling impatient, too,” said Stacy turning toward Vera and kissing her.

“That was nice,” said Vera once the kiss ended. “You make me wish Gary wasn’t here.”

“Maybe if things work out, something can be arranged,” said Stacy before kissing Vera once more.

The two were seriously making out when Gary wobbled back into the room. It took all of Stacy’s self control not to burst in to laughter at the sight of the platinum blonde wig, poorly applied make-up and red silk print dress. He looked to be a serious candidate for a twisted ankle the way he was walking in four inch red pumps that were the wrong shade of red.

Stacy wondered why Vera did not help her husband with his feminine attire. If I were married to a cross dresser, he’d look better than Gary decided Stacy.

“Say hello to Gina, Stacy,” said Vera.

“Hello Gina, you look very nice,” said Stacy reaching out her hand to indicate he should take a seat beside her.

“See, my undies match,” said Gary lifting his skirt to reveal hose, garter belt, and panty all in red. His cockhead was poking above the waistband of the sheer red panty like some pink primordial creature spying on unsuspecting prey.

“Let’s girls make out to start,” said Gina plotting down on the couch beside Stacy.

During their telephone conversation, Vera had mentioned her husband cross-dressed and asked Stacy’s indulgence with some of his eccentricities. “He likes you to call his bung hole a man pussy,” said Vera.

However the difference between knowing about his cross dressing and seeing was profound. Gary’s swarthy complexion and hairy body made him look all wrong dressed as a woman. Still, Stacy had a job to do. Failure would incur Mike’s wraith. Plus her personal determination to carry it off successfully came into play.

“You’ve very pretty, Gina,” said Stacy turning to Gary and kissing him. “I can’t wait to see your man pussy.”


***



“Stacia Todd, why are your assignments not done,” asked Vera in as stern and demanding a tone as an experienced school principal could muster?

Stacy had never engaged in sexual role-play and she was concerned whether she could carry it off. “I’ve never acted or performed,” said Stacy earlier confiding her fears to Portia.

“You were never in a high school play,” asked Portia? “I’d figure with your looks you’d be asked.”

“No, never, my Mom discouraged me from any activity that didn’t lead to higher SAT scores.”

“The secret is to become the character. Just pretend you are a high school student who’s neglecting her studies. You need to think of yourself as that person,” said Portia.

“And for the second act,” asked Stacy?

“That should be easy. You become a meaner and nastier version of Vera Russo,” said Portia. “Come on, let’s rehearse. Pretend I’m Vera.”

The rehearsals had led to some very hot girl sex. For the first time in her life, Stacy paddled someone’s bottom. She had been horrified to discover how much she was turned on by the experience. Portia had assured her there was a little sadist in all of us.

That Vera knew Stacy’s correct name was intentional. It had been Portia’s suggestion that Stacy fabricate as little as possible about herself. There was a good chance Vera would perform a background check. As a school principal she had the capability. She could easily confirm Stacy Todd was a Harvard student whose parents were doctors in Weston.

After a very intense make out session on the couch in which Stacy and Vera had masturbated Gina to an orgasm that left a white stain running down the front of her dress, the role-play part of the evening began. The premise was simple. Vera was her tutor. Stacy was a lazy spoiled student who refused to take her studies seriously. At the start, Gary didn’t have a definite role other than to stand nearby stroking his cock with his dress hiked up to his waist and his red panty pulled down to his knees. He did seem very turned on by what he was watching.

“I’ve been too busy. Besides it’s boring,” said Stacy looking defiant.

Stacy and Vera were standing by the desk containing several open textbooks.

“Too busy at the mall I’d bet. That’s just not good enough,” said Vera reaching into her bag for a ridding crop. “I told you the next time you failed to complete your assignments, I would punish you.”

“Please don’t. I’ll finish next time,” said Stacy glancing at Gary AKA Gina seated nearby. He was watching intently. His hand and cock were glistening with lubricant as he slowly stroked his impressive manhood. Stacy didn’t have a measuring tape but she would have agreed to the nine-inch measurement. Plus it was nice and thick. In Stacy’s view, thick was better than long but long and thick were optimum.

Before they started the role-play of teacher and student there was a short prelude. Gina, speaking in a breathy falsetto, had made a request of Stacy as he handed her a large butt plug and a plastic squeeze bottle of Wet. “Insert this in my man pussy, please.”

“Of course,” said Stacy as she kissed Gina taking the plug and lubricant. This is going to take some effort realized Stacy observing the thickness of the anal intruder.

Gina turned his back to Stacy and bent over at the waist raising his skirt and widening his stance. Vera watched over Stacy’s shoulder as she covered the plug with lubricant then slid Gina’s red panty down his hairy thighs. Gina helpfully reached back to separate her buttocks.

“Oh, what a beautiful man pussy,” said Stacy tracing her slippery fingers over Gina’s anus down to his testicles. Her fingers stroked his scrotum as her thumb pushed past his sphincter.

Vera walked around to her husband’s front as she raised her skirt then pulled her panty crotch to one side. She delivered a ringing slap to the side of her husband’s face. “Lick my pussy, you pathetic faggot.”

As the sounds of Gina’s tongue working on Vera’s sex filled the room, Stacy positioned the plug’s pointed end at the center of the sphincter and pushed gently. The tip disappeared and a good inch entered her rectum.

“Oh, it hurts,” said Gina reacting to the stretching of his sphincter. He took several deep breaths to relax.

“Shut the fuck up, queer,” shouted Vera once again slapping Gina.

Stacy counted to five as she stroked Gina’s balls then inserted another inch. Gina whimpered as he began to loudly inhale and exhale. Stacy delivered a hard open palm slap to Gina’s flank as she forced another inch. Vera matched Stacy’s slap with her own.

“You want you ass fucked? Don’t you,” asked Vera?

“Yes, fuck my ass, Stacy, please,” cried Gina on the verge of tears.

The skin around Gina’s sphincter had lost its wrinkled appearance as Stacy worked the plug back and forth, going deeper each time.

“It’s so big,” whined Gina.

“Quit whining, Gina, or Stacy will ram it in that pathetic cunt of yours,” snapped Vera.

“You can take it, gorgeous,” said Stacy squeezing and twisting his testicles causing Gina to start crying in earnest.

“My pussy’s too small,” pleaded Gina.

“No, it’s not,” said Stacy delivering an open palm slap to each buttock that left a clear impression of her hand. After the second slap, she took a firm hold of Gina’s cock as she forced the full insertion of the butt plug.

A loud gasp followed by a short dance of pain ending in loud sobbing was Gina’s response.

Stacy jiggled the plug back and forth rotating it with the T-shaped handle. “Doesn’t that feel good now that its in,” asked Stacy?

“Oh yes, thank you,” said Gina enjoying the sensation of having his rectum filled.

“This will keep it in,” said Vera passing a thin leather strap attached to a narrow belt through Gina’s legs. She fastened it over the T-shaped handle.

Stacy slowly stroked Gina’s cock as Vera secured first the strap. His penis felt amazingly warm to her touch.

“What’s that for,” asked Stacy as Vera removed a metal cylinder from her bag.

“Ball stretcher, Gina faggot likes her nuts stretched. Don’t you, baby,” said Vera as she pulled his testicles down then surrounded the loose skein of flesh with the hinged cylinder before closing it.

“They’re nice and tight,” said Stacy feeling the way his testicles were squeezed into the bottom of his scrotum.

“He loves ball play. The further you stretch the more Gina likes it. I think we’re ready to play student and teacher,” said Vera as Gina carefully took a seat near the desk to watch Stacy and Vera begin the role-play.

“That’s what you said last time,” said Vera. “Now bend over the desk so I can punish you.”

“Please no,” said Stacy starting to cry. Vera had emphasized how important it was for Stacy to cry and plead before and during her punishment. It was something she had practiced with Portia.

“I said bend over and hold on to the edge of the desk and do not let go,” ordered Vera grabbing Stacy and pushing her face down.

“I promise I’ll complete my assignments from now on,” said Stacy starting to bawl.

“Never end a sentence with a preposition. I taught you better than that. Now, don’t move or I’ll paddle you double,” said Vera again forcefully pushing Stacy face forward on the desk.

Stacy continued to weep as she felt her skirt being flipped onto her back exposing her white cotton schoolgirl panty.

“No,” she wailed as Vera grabbed the waistband and pulled them down to her ankles and off. A finger trailed down her slit stopping to probe her entrance.

“You’re wet, you little slut. Have you let one of your classmates screw you?” said Vera. “You promised you wouldn’t let anyone fuck you after I caught you with Tom Sperry’s dick in your cunt.”

“No, I’ve been good,” said Stacy wondering who Tom Sperry was in Vera Russo’s life. Was he a classmate who took her cherry?

“Somebody’s cock has been in your hole. I can tell,” said Vera pushing two fingers into Stacy’s vagina.

“I had to let him screw me. It was only once,” bawled Stacy following the scenario Vera had emailed her.

“And exactly who was he, you little whore?”

“Mr. Sanders,” said Stacy enjoying the way Vera was rubbing her G-spot.

“Old Mr. Sanders, he’s nearly seventy. He’s your physics teacher. Why did you let him have you?”

“I was going to fail the course,” said Stacy.

“So you let him screw you for a passing grade,” said Vera forcing all four fingers inside Stacy.

“He gave me a B+. Stop. You’re hurting me.”

“Failing to do your assignments, bribing your professor with your body, what am I to do with you,” said Vera moving her hand back and forth pushing deeper each time.

“I won’t do it anymore,” wailed Stacy. “Just don’t spank me.”

“You need to be punished, young lady. Now hold on to the edge of the desk and don’t let go,” said Vera stepping back to remove something from her equipment bag.

“Hold still,” said Vera circling Stacy’s wrist with a nylon strap then closing the Velcro fastener. Vera passed the strap under the desk to secure Stacy’s other wrist then tightened the strap to where her chest pressed hard against the desktop.

“What are you going to do to me,” wailed Stacy surprising herself by bringing real tears to her eyes. The role-play was turning out to be easier than she had thought.

“Punish you in a way, you’ll never forget,” said Vera using a shorter strap to secure Stacy’s ankles to the legs of the desk. Quickly, Stacy found her legs were spread at a forty-five degree angle. Her movements were limited to an inch at most.

“Such a beautiful bottom,” said Vera taking a moment to rub her hand over Stacy’s globes. “It’s too bad it belongs to a cheap little whore who’s willing to trade it for favors.”

“Please don’t paddle me. I can’t stand it,” sobbed Stacy.

“Are you ready to be punished,” asked Vera stroking Stacy’s rear.

“No, please don’t. I’ll do anything you want. I’ll go down on you,” said Stacy.

“Slut, whore, you pathetic cunt,” said Vera picking up her riding crop and stepping back to swing. This is going well decided Vera noting that her husband’s hand was a blur as he stroked his cock. Stacy’s quite the little actress. Obviously she’s experienced.

Stacy screamed pulling hard on her restraints as her rear exploded in pain. The second blow hurt more than the first and she felt her bottom start to heat up. Vera, seemingly in a fit of rage, struck her repeatedly with as much strength as she could muster.

Stacy lost count of the number of times Vera applied the crop. Ever so often she stopped to feel Stacy’s sex inserting her fingers in her vagina.

“Doesn’t she taste delicious,” asked Vera offering fluid-coated fingers to Gina who sucked and licked them clean.

“Heavenly,” answered Gina.

“Please, Mrs. Russo, you’ve punished me enough. I’ll be a good girl from now on,” sobbed Stacy.

“Not nearly enough, young whores like yourself have to learn the hard way to behave, Gina, hand me my paddle,” said Vera.

“No, not the paddle,” pleaded Stacy not finding it difficult to sound sincere. The riding crop had hurt like hell.

“This should teach you,” said Vera taking a two handed baseball swing at Stacy’s rear with the leather covered paddle. The sound of a loud smack of leather on flesh filled the room.

Stacy felt a white sheet of pain sting the surface of her bottom. Light S&M my butt thought Stacy as the paddle caused her naked rear to explode in pain. Stacy was surprised when the slime-covered butt plug she had inserted in Gary’s rectum minutes before was dropped on the desktop mere inches from her face. Stacy watched as Gary moved one of the dining room chairs into her range of vision.

Between blows of the paddle she watched as he licked the stopper end of an impressively large dildo then stuck it to the smooth wooden surface of the chair seat. He lifted the hem of his skirt as she straddled the chair. The red panty had been removed. He squeezed some lubricant in his hand then reached back to re-lubricate his sphincter. Moving slowly and deliberately, he worked the tip of the dildo past his already stretched sphincter then slowly impaled himself. Murmuring about his man pussy he began raising and lowering his body as he stroked his penis.

Stacy hung on to the desk, making tearful and heartfelt pleas for Vera to stop. Vera stopped occasionally to feel the heat emanating from Stacy’s derriere and admire the slowly forming red whelps.

It was not too long before Vera unable to resist her urges any longer dropped the paddle to the floor as she buried her face between Stacy’s cherry buttocks. The sounds of the woman noisily alternating between rimming asshole and licking wet pussy filled the room. Stacy sighed in pleasure as Vera proved herself to be a more than adequate oral partner.

Stacy had relaxed with her eyes closed when she heard Gina scream, “What are you doing with my daughter, you perverted bitch. The second and weirder phase of the role-play had begun.

Stacy heard and felt a protesting Vera being dragged away. The mouth that was doing such wonderful things was no longer nestled in the crack of her ass. The warm tongue and talented fingers were gone. Behind her and out of view was a commotion.

“What did that sadistic cunt do to my precious sweet baby daughter,” said Gina as she unfastened the Velcro from Stacy’s wrists.

“She hurt me, Mama,” said Stacy raising up to exchange a very un motherly kiss with an obviously excited Gina. Kiss over, Gina bent down and freed Stacy’s ankles.

When Stacy turned she saw a seemingly terrified Vera lying on the floor with nylon ties around her wrists and ankles.

“My poor sweet baby girl,” said Gina taking Stacy in her arms for a prolonged bout of tongue kissing. Stacy could feel Gary’s hard cock pressing against her abdomen. His hand raised her short skirt and felt her sex.

“Let’s punish her, Mama,” said Stacy reaching down to rub the material covering Gina’s nine hard inches.

“The bitch deserves to suffer for hurting my darling daughter,” said Gina pressing her cock hard against Stacy.

“You better not touch me,” said Vera from her position on the floor.

“Mama, help me turn her bottom red as a cranberry bog,” said Stacy.

“Yes, let’s,” said Gina reaching down to lift a protesting Vera off the floor. Vera was a petite woman, physically smaller than Stacy and tiny compared to her six-foot husband.

“Strip her naked,” said Gina easily holding his wife.

“Yes, mama,” said Stacy removing Vera’s top with Gina’s help. Her bra quickly followed.

“Do her tits,” said Gina.

Vera writhed in pain as Stacy grabbed her nipples.

“You like that, Mrs. Russo,” asked Stacy looking into Vera’s eyes as she crushed the tender flesh flat.

“It hurts,” said Vera as Stacy pulled her flattened buds away from her chest while rotating her wrist.

“I’ll bet it does,” said Stacy giving them a final vicious twist before turning her attention to Vera’s skirt.

“I want you to whip the flesh off her ass,” said Gina as soon as Stacy had removed Vera’s pantry.

It was only a matter of minutes before Vera was restrained face down on the desk.

“She smells like a cur bitch in heat,” said Stacy putting her hand on Vera’s sex then bringing her fingers to her nose. When Stacy parted her labia, a wave of fluids oozed out on to her hand.

“Here, use this,” said Gina handing Stacy the oversized dildo he had just removed from the chair bottom.

Stacy hesitated a moment wondering whether the dildo was too large for Vera’s vagina. Then she reminded herself how sore her bottom felt. She embedded the head in a protesting Vera’s entrance.

“What’s that?” asked Vera reacting to the sensation of having her opening stretched.

“Gina’s dildo,” said Stacy.

“Christ, no, it’ll split me apart,” cried Vera.

“I doubt it. You’ve had two kids. The baby’s heads were about the same size,” said Stacy beginning to slowly push the dildo into Vera’s painfully stretched hole.

“I want the bitch to suffer,” said Gina reaching past Stacy to pound the base of the dildo with the heel of his hand. In one swift motion, the dildo disappeared inside Vera. The fake balls stopped its forward progress. Vera sounded an ear splitting shriek. She was so loud that Stacy could only hope that Mike was correct about the soundproofing he’d recently had installed in the apartment.

Gina immediately withdrew the dildo to where only the head was not visible then forced it inside to the maximum. Vera’s loud pitiful screams left no doubt she was seriously hurting. Gina repeated the dildo fucking a dozen strokes. At the end, Vera was reduced to a loud moan each time the latex manhood slammed into the wall of her cervix.

“This too,” said Gina handing Stacy the oversized butt plug she had previously inserted in her man pussy. Stacy following Gina’s example pushed the plug past Vera’s sphincter in one strong motion. Based on the way, Vera contorted her body as she screamed, she didn’t like it one bit.

“Whip her, “ said Gina handing Stacy the riding crop.

Stacy’s strong young arm caused large red whelps to appear on Vera’s bottom. After a short period, Gina handed Stacy the paddle and she continued until Vera’s butt was truly red as a cranberry bog at harvest time.

When they released Vera, she collapsed sobbing to the floor,

“Suck Mama’s cock, Stacy. She wants you to have her cream,” said Gina stroking his manhood. As Stacy dropped to her knees, she gave a moment’s thought to the idea four cameras were capturing the role-play for posterity. It had been the kind of weird bizarre sex that would doom the Russo’s to a lifetime of ridicule and shame should it become public. The twitching of Gary’s member indicating an imminent escape of semen interrupted her thoughts. Sucking hard on his piss hole and involving both hands in massaging his testicles, Stacy found herself with a mouthful of warm sperm.

Recognizing the primacy of Vera as the wife and respect of the institution of marriage, Stacy climbed on top the still prostrate sobbing woman.

“Open your mouth, cunt,” said Stacy as the two embraced. Vera eagerly accepted Stacy’s tongue along with a copious amount of saliva and semen. The two expressed their lustful nature by greedily exchanging the body fluids several times before swallowing the residue.

Role-play over, the three some rested on the living room couch hydrating themselves before they moved to the bedroom for several hours of uninhibited three-way vanilla sex. Stacy’s willingness to take Gary’s cock in her mouth seconds after it was withdrawn from Vera’s rectum established her as a winner in the Russo’s eyes.

Gary, supported by a generous dose of erectile dysfunction tablets, proved to have excellent powers of recovery. The finale was a prolonged power fuck with Gary pounding his cock in Stacy’s vagina while Vera performed yeoman oral service on whatever bit of flesh suited her fancy.






***



“You did great, Stacia,” said Mike patting her bare knee. She was seated between Mike and Lou in the apartment living room along with the rest of the Posse. The Epps brothers along with Mark and Zack were seated on other components of the U-shaped sectional sofa that faced the large screen television.

As the only female present, it had felt weird watching herself with the Russos on the DVD. Stacy was fascinated and surprised by her on screen persona. She had a difficult time identifying with the sexual dynamo who took such intense pleasure from what was happening as the three naked bodies coupled in different combinations. It was the first time she had been able to observe the almost ferocious manner she exercised her sexual desires. Basically she had lead and driven the Russos to perform sexually with intensity that neither had come close to experiencing since their college days.

Zodiac’s final result had impressed Stacy with its professionalism. It was a carefully edited good quality ninety minutes of hardcore sex that began with quick shots of the Russos leaving their home then proceeding to making out on the same couch she was sitting on. It captured the role-play and ended in the bedroom with her and Vera lying on the bed with their head’s together, mouth’s open and tongue’s extended while Gary squirted jism over their faces. The final scene was the two of them kissing as they licked Gary’s semen off each other’s face.

“Gave me a hardon,” said Zack patting the tented crotch of his trousers.

“So how did the power couple react when you and Lou showed them the DVD,” asked Brad?

“I thought Gary was going to have a heart attack. Really the poor bastard almost passed out. Vera’s the tough one. She asked me how much it was going to cost to buy it back,” said Mike.

“What did you tell her?” asked Bobby? “A blowjob and a fuck for starters,” said Mike. “She needed to be taken down a peg or two.”

“God was she pissed when Mike told her to suck us off right then and there,” said Lou. “I thought she was going to have a stroke.”

“Really, that’s so fucking cool. Did she do it?” said Mark.

“Yeah, after a little discussion. Got right down on her knees and played our skin flutes while her husband watched,” said Mike. “I don’t think she likes it when someone else calls the shots.”

“How did he react,” asked Brad?

“Perverted bastard got a hard on so we insisted he join us in fucking his wife. After we left, I bet there was some heated conversation in the Russo household,” said Lou laughing.

“You both fucked her,” asked Mark?

“Hey, Lou’s my partners and we share,” said Mike. “After a slow start, she got into it and fucked like a pro.”

“She squealed a little when we turned her upside down and stuck both our dicks in her ass. She claimed it hurt. Can you imagine that?” said Lou.

“What happened next,” asked Zack?

“I told Gary that Cambridge PD was off his radarscope. Then I told him that when he ran for Congress that we would back him. I gave him fifty large to help set up his campaign,” said Mike.

“And he took it, of course,” asked Brad?

“With a smile and a thank you,” said Lou.

“Fucking politicians, they’re all crooks,” said Zack.

“And the Misses, how did you leave it with her,” asked Bobby.

“I told her that from time to time when I or my associates felt the need, we’d invite her over for a booty call. The occasional screwing by one or more of us should keep her in line and connected. Frankly, she’s more concerned about the DVD getting out than her husband. What would be your take on it, Stacy?” said Mike.

“She’s worked hard to get to where she is. She’s a mother. Protection of hearth and home is her primary objective. So letting you animals fuck her from time to time is an acceptable price to pay,” said Stacy.

“Spoken like a true feminist,” said Mike. “I don’t know about you guys but watching Stacy perform has made me hard. What do you say we animals take Stacy in the bedroom and express our appreciation for a job well done.”

“I’m for that,” said Zack standing up then taking Stacy’s hand to pull her off the couch.

“I thought you’d never ask,” said Stacy realizing how horny she was.

Chapter 32 Road Trip


“Open up, please. I got to pee,” whispered Stacy to herself as she repeatedly sounded the horn of the three-year-old Cadillac. High overhead loomed the rusting girders of the Williamsburg Bridge. Two blocks away was her father’s favorite steak restaurant. The one where he always ate when called in to operate on some VIP in New York.
“Thank God,” whispered Stacy as the heavy metal door of AAA Auto Body slowly started to move. I’m scared, tired of driving, and about to bust my bladder thought Stacy as she impatiently waited for the door to rise enough for her to drive inside. The last few blocks of the drive had been scary. Men standing on street corners had yelled obscenities and grabbed their crotch as she drove by.
Two men had pounded on her windows at a stoplight prompting Stacy to reach for the weapon Mike suggested she carry. When Stacy brandished her Sig Sauer 9MM, both men had pulled out their own handguns and pointed them at her. She’d sped through the red light leaving them behind.
Moments before, she had used her cell phone to dial the contact number Mike gave her. The conversation had not been reassuring.
“Yeah,” said a gravelly voice that answered on the first ring.
“My name’s Stacy Todd. I’m here to see Mr. Raymond Serrentino,” said Stacy holding her legs tightly together. Mike had forbidden her to stop for any reason on the five-hour drive from Cambridge to Brooklyn. In spite of the seedy neighborhood and the dangerous task Mike had made her perform, Stacy’s mind was preoccupied by the need to empty her bladder. The thermos of coffee she brought had not turned out to be a good idea.
“Give me a minute,” said the voice.
“Hurry, please, I need to use the bathroom,” said Stacy.
“Fucking broad needs to pee. Drop everything boys. Lady’s got to take a piss,” said the voice indicating he was speaking to others in the room.
Stacy heard loud laughter in the background. It sounded like the throaty guffaws of middle-aged men who smoked and killed for a living.
“Please, I really got to go,” said Stacy expressing her desperate desire not to wet herself.
“Sallie, hurry up, the lady’s really got to go or she’s going to piss her pants,” said the voice. That was followed by more laughter then a click.
As Stacy steered the bulky car through the door, she found herself in a long narrow garage with car bays on both sides. In spite of the lack of activity outside, the inside was a scene of furious commotion. There were dozens of cars lining each wall. Sparks from acetylene torches illuminated the room. Two or more men were working on each automobile disassembling it. Stacy realized that for the first time in her life she was in an automobile chop shop. She’d learned the term when the police came to talk to her father about the theft of his brand new Mercedes from the Weston Memorial’s parking lot. “It’s probably cut into pieces by now,” said the officer. “There’s a half dozen chop shops south of the city operating 24/7.” Stacy and her dad had been surprised to learn the car was worth more for parts than intact.
She had not gone along easily with the idea of driving to New York to buy drugs that Saturday morning. She had just returned from Houston having made the Olympics Team. Two weeks away from Mike and the Posse had made her realize her situation was not going to get better unless she somehow broke free from his control.
Stacy had played it straight during the skeet tryouts politely refusing an offer of dinner from one of the coaches and some even more aggressive advances from a fellow team member who made it plain she preferred her own sex.
“I’m a two week virgin and horny as hell,” announced Stacy when she greeted Portia and the pets at their condo.
“Good, I went shopping at a new adult store in Somerville,” said Portia when their kiss ended.
“Buy anything interesting,” asked Stacy?
“Let’s go into my bedroom and I’ll show you,” said Portia taking Stacy by the hand.
“I need to shower first,” said Stacy. “The airplane’s AC was on the fritz and every seat was occupied. The cabin was a steam room.”
“Don’t. I’m in the mood for sweaty pussy. It has more flavor when its been marinating in its own special sauce,” said Portia pulling harder on Stacy’s hand.
A short time later, Stacy was lying naked on her back in Portia’s bed. A pillow elevated her hips. Portia had begun their lovemaking by applying a warming jelly to Stacy’s vulva.
“That stuff works,” said Stacy reacting to the heat she was feeling from her clitoris and vaginal opening.
“Monk and Les liked it when I jacked them off with it,” said Portia stroking Stacy’s sex.
“How are our favorite slackers,” asked Stacy spreading her legs wider?
“Good, they sold three songs to one of the record companies. They want us to help them celebrate,” said Portia halting her manual stimulation to remove six golf ball-sized rubber balls from a nylon sports bag. Portia held them up by the connecting chord. “Anal love beads, the economy size, the clerk sold them half off after I agreed to go behind the counter and blow him.”
“They’re very large,” said Stacy taking one of the balls in her hand. “One of the days you’re going to have to stop bartering sex for merchandise. It’s not ladylike.”
“Don’t worry. I’ll make them fit,” said Portia squirting lubricant on the first ball in the string.
“I have no doubt you will,” said Stacy lifting her legs then reaching down to pull her buttocks apart.
“You have a very pretty asshole, Miss Todd. Take a deep inhale and relax,” said Portia placing the rubber ball at the center of Stacy’s sphincter. She slowly applied an increasing amount of pressure watching the ring of tissue gradually expand until it slipped over and around the ball. Portia’s finger pushed each ball several inches inside Stacy’s rectum.
“Having a stuffed butt is definitely erotic,” said Stacy stroking her clit to help her relax.
“One down five to go,” said Portia before pushing the second ball inside Stacy.
“Ball number six may force ball one out of my mouth,” said Stacy.
“We could need far more than a mere six balls to achieve that. Your large intestine is fourteen feet long. I’d have to suck off the clerk every day for a month.”
“Six is plenty,” said Stacy.
“Here goes number four,” said Portia easing the fourth ball into Stacy’s behind.
“Two thirds there,” said Stacy squeezing her rectum tight around the four balls. Stacy lay quietly stroking her sex as Portia finished the insertions.
“Now that the six pack is in place, I am going to eat your very ripe pussy,” said Portia leaning forward to pass her tongue over Stacy’s vulva.
“Don’t say I didn’t warn you. My bottom was stuck to the airline seat.”
“No doubt previously occupied by a succession of un bathed cunts belonging to a girl’s soccer team,” said Portia. “Or a three hundred pound gypsy with an overabundance of pubic hair and a yeast infection.”
“You make it sound so inviting. I wish I could eat my own snatch.”
“Here, have a taste,” said Portia inserting two fingers in Stacy’s vagina to cover them with fluids. Stacy grabbed Portia’s hand to take the fingers in her mouth and suck on them.
“Delicious, like a grand cru properly aged Bordeaux,” said Stacy.
“My sister told me to never eat a pussy that’s just been washed. They have no flavor.”
“Spoken like a true member of the Corps,” said Stacy closing her eyes allowing her mind to focus on the sensations being created by Portia’s tongue and the presence of a fully stuffed bowel.
“Your pussy’s making me want to go for sushi,” said Portia.
“California rolls would be nice,” said Stacy sensing the onset of a powerful orgasm.
“I’m not done yet,” said Portia taking a strapon harness out of the nylon bag and bucking it around her waist.
“What did that cost you,” asked Stacy watching Portia tighten the straps until the dildo appeared firmly in place.
“I had to go back in the video arcade and let this sweet old man fuck me. He must have been in his seventies.”
“Did he get his senior discount,” asked Stacy taking the dildo in her hand to guide it into her vagina?
“Oops, I forgot. Unless they show me an AARP card, I never remember to knock ten percent off sex with the elderly,” said Portia leaning forward to push the dildo into Stacy. “This is going to feel weird as it interacts with the love beads.”
“I can feel it bumping along over the balls. I want to come. Fuck me hard,” said Stacy.
Stacy reached up grasping her big toe with her thumb and first two fingers. Once she had established a yoga toe lock, she pulled her legs downward causing an abdominal crunch rotating her pelvis. Falling into a rhythm with the dildo thrusting into her vagina, she managed to press the anal love beads against the dildo as it traveled toward her cervix.
“This is fucking in the truest sense of the word,” said Stacy. “I may black out when I cum.”
“When you do, I’m going to slowly pull the beads out,” said Portia.
“I wonder if an orgasm can kill you,” said Stacy sensing the involuntary muscle contractions in her pelvic floor.
“Don’t worry. I know CPR,” said Portia as Stacy’s eyes rolled back up in her head.
“I wonder if you can patent that,” said Stacy when she regained control over her breath after finishing one of the deepest and longest climax’s of her short but busy sex life.
“Make a fortune if you could,” said Portia.
“Your turn,” said Stacy moving aside so Portia could take her place. At that moment, her cell phone sounded the first few notes of the theme from the movie, The Godfather.
“Shit,” said Stacy reaching for the phone. “It’s Mike. I’ve got to answer it.”
“He wants a piece,” said Portia watching Stacy open the text message.
“The apartment, ASAP,” said Stacy reading the message aloud. “Sorry, but I got to go.”
“You can do me later. Besides I told Monk and Les I’d meet them a half hour ago,” said Portia.
“Let’s shower together,” said Stacy. She had to rush to shower and change then fight the evening traffic. Mike surprised her by asking whether she’d made the team and congratulating her when she answered in the affirmative. The sex had started out as usual with Stacy providing a heavy dose of oral to Mike’s cock and ass before they moved into the bedroom.
As Stacy aimed Mike’s cock into her opening, she was forced to admit that while she hadn’t missed Lt. Mike Cabreeze, she did miss the cylinder of man meat poised at the entrance to her pussy. Stacy had just gotten a good rhythm going, when Mike made his request.
“Something’s come up unexpectedly. I need you to drive to Brooklyn tomorrow and take delivery of some merchandise,” said Mike looking up at Stacy. At that moment, Stacy was in the cowgirl position straddling Mike. Her eyes were closed as she concentrated on the pleasurable sensation of having a hard cock in her vagina. Her pelvis was moving through a tilting motion that ranged from deepest penetration to the grinding of her sensitive clit across his hairy crotch. Mike’s hands were holding her buttocks pulling her against him, maximizing the contact.
“I have to be at the Andover Rod and Gun Club at 10:00 to practice,” said Stacy pulling her navel toward her spine as she squeezed her buttocks contracting her core muscles. She practiced this so often she could feel her pelvic floor rise and grip Mike’s cock inside her vagina.
“Oh that’s good, baby. Cancel your appointment. I need you to do this. Besides, you’re a member of the Posse now. You’re expected to help out when asked.”
“Me, a member of your Posse, exactly what does that mean? Are you going to teach me the secret handshake?”
“Don’t be a comedian. You’re now a trusted lieutenant of mine. You’re going to have to start earning your keep if you want to move up the food chain, nothing big to start, simple shit, a few errands,” said Mike before placing his feet flat on the bed to perform a rapid burst of hard thrusts into Stacy’s cunt.
“What kind of merchandise? That’s it. Pound my pussy. Hammer that motherfucker,” cried Stacy closing her eyes to focus on the sensations resulting from Mike’s explosive burst of penetrations.
“Don’t concern yourself with that,” said Mike reaching up to take hold of Stacy’s nipples. He pulled them hard bringing her down for a prolonged tongue kiss.
“Drugs, you want me to pickup drugs. I could go to jail for the rest of my life,” said Stacy once the kiss ended. Stacy reached back with one hand to grab the base of Mike’s testicles slipping her fingers around the lose flesh and squeezing it gently. She stretched his balls playing them across her fingers.
“You looking to get smacked again,” asked Mike raising his hand menacingly.
“Don’t hit me again, please. I could go to jail for the rest of my life. I don’t want to break the law.”
“Fuck the law. I’m the law. Just do as you are told. It’s no big deal. You drive down. Hand the man a briefcase. Have a cup of coffee. Drive back. Leave the car. I’ll handle the rest.”
“Suppose I said No Fucking Way. Being your whore and getting slapped around is one thing but becoming a drug dealer is off the table,” said Stacy again contracting her vaginal muscles to squeeze Mike’s cock before she leaned down for another tongue kiss.
“Work that cunt, baby. Show me what that pussy can do. I thought you might require some extra persuasion. You’ve been away a couple of weeks, made the team, and now you think you’re hot shit,” said Mike reaching over to the nightstand to pick up his cell phone. Stacy’s fingers squeezed Mike’s nipples as she leaned down to lick and suck them while she rotated her pelvis back and forth.
“Have you got her,” asked Mike speaking into his cell phone? “Good, put her on camera.”
Mike turned the cell phone camera around so Stacy could see. It took a minute for Stacy to recognize Portia on the tiny screen. The image was dark and fuzzy. She was in the back seat of a police van with her hands cuffed behind her back. Monk and Les were seated on the floor in the back of the van. Both boys looked terrified. They were cowering in the corner. Monk’s face was covered in blood.
“You bastard, I’ll kill you one of these days,” said Stacy continuing to move her clitoris against Mike’s hairy groin.
“Killing a cop is life without parole in Massachusetts but the Governor’s trying to get that changed so you’d get the needle,” said Mike smiling as he pushed his fingernail hard into Stacy’s arm imitating a syringe. He pulled Stacy down for a brutally hard kiss that left the taste of blood in her mouth.
“Stacy, tell them to go fuck themselves,” said Portia screaming loud enough to be heard through the cell phone that was lying nearby. That was followed by a loud smack, the sound of sobbing, followed by a scream that Stacy recognized. Stacy grabbed the cell phone to see what was happening. Lou must have expected her to look because he’d focused the camera at the back of the van.
Portia’s shirt and bra were pulled up over her boobs. A nasty looking uniformed cop Stacy didn’t recognize had hold of her. There was blood on one of her breasts. In spite of the camera’s poor resolution, she could see Portia was crying. Her white cheeks were covered in streaks of black make-up.
“What have they done to her? Make Lou let her go,” said Stacy squeezing her abdominal muscles to contract her vaginal walls around Mike’s cock wishing she could crush his manhood. Stacy handed the phone back to Mike.
“Having fun, Lou? Yeah, I bet you are. Were they where I said they’d be? Excellent, you’re a credit to the force. Tell Malone I owe him,” said Mike. Then he turned to Stacy and spoke. “Lou says he apprehended Portia and those two fuck offs in an alley off Dunster Street. He found heroin, crystal meth and fifty caps of Percoset. That’s fifteen to twenty years minimum.”
“They only smoke dope. Portia and her friends don’t touch hard drugs,” said Stacy realizing it was in the power of Lou to put Portia and the two boys in prison ruining their lives. Mike resumed his conversation with Lou.
“Nah, we’re fucking. She’s riding my Pony. You know what a cock hungry whore Stacy is. She does. Well, I’ll put her on. Here, Portia needs to speak with you,” said Mike handing Stacy back the cell phone.
“Are you all right,” asked Stacy?
“No, the asshole ripped the ring out of my boob. God damn, that hurt and it’s bleeding,” said Portia. “He arrested us for possession. Where are you?”
“I’m with Mike. I’m sorry,” said Stacy.
“No, don’t,” screamed Portia in the cell phone as Lt. Lou Connors took a grip on Portia’s other nipple ring and started to pull. That was followed by a loud piercing scream ending in a tirade of expletives.
“He ripped out the other one. He says he’s going to rip then out of my pussy next,” sobbed Portia.
“Mike, please, I’m begging you. Stop him. I’ll go to New York or anywhere you want. Just don’t hurt her anymore,” said Stacy handing the phone back to Mike.
“I’ll let you ask him yourself. Hey partner, Stacy wants to ask you something,” said Lou handing the phone back to Stacy.
“Lou, don’t hurt Portia. I’ll go to New York tomorrow for the Posse. I’ll do what ever Mike says. Please, just don’t hurt Portia,” said Stacy trying to keep her voice calm and not display the extreme anxiety she felt.
“Stacy, your roommate would be pretty if she fixed herself up like a normal girl. You know I don’t understand this whole Goth thing. Portia’s not that bad really but what does the stupid cunt do. Cover her skin with these fucking ugly tattoos and white make-up like some kind of fucking ghost. I look at her and want to puke. Her skin looks like a fucking corpse that’s been floating in the Charles River a week. And to make it worse she actually paid some sicko to pierce her tits, ears, tongue, belly button and pussy. Who wants to fuck a pussy with rings in it? What’s really ugly is this thing in her lip. I going to take my K-bar and cut it out,” said Mike.
Stacy could tell from his slurred speech Lou was drunk.
“I’m begging you, Mike. Lou’s drunk and he’s talking about cutting her face. I’ll do whatever you say, no questions,” said Stacy handing the phone back.
“Hey, bro, cease and desist. Stacy had an attitude change about tomorrow. She’s dying to go to the Bronx. Yeah, you’re horny. You want to fuck her even if she does make you sick. Stacy doesn’t mind. Yeah, I’m sure. All right, I’ll ask,” said Mike.
“Stacy do you care if Lou fucks your roommate? Personally I think Lou in spite of his strict Roman Catholic upbringing and distaste for girls with tattoos and piercing has a thing for her.”
“Just tell him not to hurt her,” said Stacy.
“Stacy says its okay to prong her. Don’t want to take my word for it. Here, let Stacy tell you herself,” said Mike handing her the phone.
“Lou, don’t hurt Portia,” said Stacy.
“She’s got nice little titties. They’re pretty without those ugly rings,” said Lou.
“Lou, you like to play piano don’t you? I’ve seen you at Surf Side. Sometimes, you sit in with the quartet and play the piano,” said Stacy.
“Yeah, I play a little,” said Lou.
“Portia is a very talented pianist. You should listen to her play. She’s incredible. You wouldn’t want to hurt someone that talented would you?”
“I guess not.”
“Good, Mike and I are all set. Please take Portia back to our condo. Make sure she gets there safely,” said Stacy. “And let Monk and Les go. They’re not part of this.”
“I’ll do that. But I’m horny. Can I fuck her?”
“Yes, just don’t hurt her,” said Stacy deciding on the spot that Portia would much rather be fucked by a drunk cop than spend fifteen years in prison or have her piercing cut out with a pocket knife.
“Got you. I won’t hurt her but I’ll fuck her real good,” said Lou ending the call.
“That was clever telling Lou Portia played piano. You found his weakness and exploited it. I better watch out for you,” said Mike.
“She’s a friend and I don’t have a lot of them.”
“You got me. I’m your fuck buddy. It’s amazing how you keep me hard even when we’re arguing,” said Mike raising his hips to thrust into Stacy. “Now I want you to fuck me with everything you got. Don’t hold anything back. Channel all your hatred and contempt into your cunt. Try to fuck me to death.”
Stacy took Mike at his word. If there was such a thing as sex driven by hate, Stacy experienced it as she brought Mike to a climax. Stacy sounded a loud scream of rage when she felt Mike’s semen squirting inside her. Then she orgasmed.
“If it was possible, you’d fuck me to death. Wouldn’t you?” said Mike as Stacy lay down beside him.
“Yes, I would. The thought of climaxing the moment your heart stops makes me want to fuck you again.”
“I once arrested a mortician for banging corpses before he embalmed them,” said Mike.
“Maybe some day I’ll get the chance to do that to you.”

***

When Stacy returned to her condo, it was well after midnight. She was relieved to find Portia, Monk, and Les curled up in bed together fast asleep. The cats and Giacomo were on the foot of the king-sized bed. Band-aids covered the nipples of Portia’s exposed breasts.
“Are you all right?” whispered Stacy when she saw Portia was awake.
“Temporarily missing my nipple rings. I found them in the floor of the police van. I’ll get them put back after I heal.”
“I’m so sorry. This wouldn’t have happened except for me,” said Stacy hugging Portia.
“It’s not your fault.”
“What happened with Lou?”
“He screwed me a couple of times then he let us go. We did it right there on the floor of the police van.”
“What happened to Monk and Les?”
“It turned out the uniform cop, Sgt. Monroe, was queer as a three dollar bill and totally out of the closet. While I was underneath Lou getting screwed, he gave Monk and Les an awesome blowjob for starters. Gays are so good at sucking dick. Then he dropped his uniform trousers revealing his preference for frilly lace panties. Thank God, those two morons didn’t laugh. They played right along telling the Sergeant how pretty he was and how they wanted to fuck his man pussy. Lace panty and a big hairy ass are not sexy, at least to me.”
“You’re kidding?”
“I’m serious. It was weird. And get this; the panty had a slit crotch. The Sergeant reaches in this leather case on his belt where he was supposed to keep his spare clip and takes out a tube of lube and some rainbow colored condoms. He hands them to Monk and Les then gets on his elbows and knees and orders them to fuck his man cunt.”
“How did they react?”
“You know those two. They can fuck anything that breathes. Whether from fear or bisexual lust or both, they rocked the Sergeant’s world. He fell in love with them the instant he discovered how their Prince Albert felt in his bunghole. It turned out Sgt. Malone likes it in both orifices at the same time.”
“It’s good to have friends you can count on in times of crises,” said Stacy.
“We did it in the back of the police van. Lou laid me out on the floor right beside the Sergeant while he’s getting his shit stirred. It was to say the least bizarre. The Sergeant was into kissing and he insisted they make out before they fucked him. I was surprised at how much serious kissing was involved. Of course, I was too busy making sure Lou had a good fuck to watch as closely as I would have liked,” said Portia.
“We’ll have to arrange a viewing session with Monk and Les doing a gay guy,” said Stacy.
“All in all it was a lot better than going to jail. What does Mike want you to do?”
“Drive to New York tomorrow and pick up drugs,” said Stacy.
“Somehow he must have figured you would resist the idea,” said Portia.
“Yes, sometimes I think the bastard knows me better than I know myself. So that was it. Lou fucked you and let you go.”
“Not quite, we had to stay and drink with him. He insisted we share his bottle of vodka. He’s a fucking head case and an alcoholic. After he emptied his dick and the gay Sergeant left, Lou started to bawl. He gathered us around him like he was a master storyteller then dumped his bucket. There is nothing more disgusting than a drunk on a crying jag especially when he’s carrying a nine millimeter semi-automatic.”
“You’re shitting me,” said Stacy sitting down in a chair with Portia in her lap.
“We had to listen to him telling what a lousy lay his wife, Maureen, is. He didn’t leave out any details either. He even showed us her picture when they were prom king and queen in high school. Now this is the weird part. Under the prom picture, he has a dozen of Maureen in her birthday suit performing sex acts,” said Portia. “He passed them around to the three of us along with pictures of their children.”
“Lou is a head case. He gets his kicks humiliating Adriana,” said Stacy. “What kind of sex acts?”
“Masturbating with dildos, sucking his cock, and there’s a couple of her and this other girl, Lou said was Maureen’s older sister, going down on each other. There was one of Lou getting a blowjob form the two of them,” said Portia.
“She sounds more sexually active that most wives. What’s his complaint?”
“The pictures were taken years ago. Currently, according to Lou, her vagina is dry as sand since she had Joey, their fourth. Somewhat illogically, he suspects she’s banging this guy at the place where she works. He’s thinking about killing the both of them,” said Portia.
“Christ, what have I got you mixed up in,” asked Stacy.
“Nothing I cannot handle. And its not your fault,” said Portia.
“How did you leave it with him,” asked Stacy?
“I sensed he was attracted to me. Can you believe that? He wants to see me again. He even wants to come and hear me play.”
“Of course he was attracted to you. What man wouldn’t be?” said Stacy cupping Portia’s injured breast then leaning down to kiss it. “How are these beauties?”
“They hurt like hell when Lou pulled my rings out. It happened once before by accident. I caught one on a bathroom hook and yanked it out.”
“How about Monk and Les? Are they okay?”
“Lou busted Monk’s nose and he bled all over the van but it wasn’t broken. They’re both all right. We were in the alley lighting up when they burst in on us. I almost pissed my pants,” said Portia.
“Let’s get in my bed. I want to hold you,” said Stacy.
When Stacy got up at seven to get ready for her trip, Monk and Les were already gone. As instructed, she drove to the Posse’s apartment and parked alongside the cream colored Cadillac. She removed the shiny Halliburton brief case from the trunk and sat it on the seat beside her along with Mike’s detailed directions. In a matter of minutes, she was on the Mass Pike heading for New York with the cruise control set five miles above the speed limit.
Chapter 33 San Juan Express

Stacy drove halfway into the garage, stopping behind a late model Infinity SUV. When she opened the car door and swung her legs out, she found herself looking straight at a young Hispanic male removing a front tire from a Lexus SUV. He ceased work to openly stare between Stacy’s parted legs. Then he made some sort of animal cry before he unleashed a torrent of Spanish to his co-workers. They responded with hoots and catcalls. The entire garage ceased work to look at the new arrival.
“It’ll make the deal go down easier if you look hot,” was how Mike put it when they were discussing her trip in the shower after their lovemaking. Stacy had lathered up Mike’s cock and balls. Her hands were moving up and down the slippery shaft while he told her exactly what he expected. The warm water combined with the aromatic French bath soap Mike preferred produced the usual result. In spite of the fact they’d already made love three times, his cock was rock hard.
“Fuck me, Mike,” pleaded Stacy as she jumped in the air wrapping her arms and legs around him.
“Just can’t get enough of my cock, can you?” said Mike holding her by her buttocks.
“Never,” said Stacy before kissing him passionately.
Holding on to his shoulders she raised herself up so Mike could guide his cock into her vagina. Stacy groaned with pleasure as she lowered herself savoring the feeling of his hardness slowly sliding inside her. Standing erect, he held her against the tiled wall as they fucked.
“Why does it matter what I wear,” asked Stacy later when they were getting dressed?
“These are made guys. They’ll judge me by how you look. Besides, they appreciate a good-looking woman. Never forget, when you’re with me or on Posse business, you’re representing Mike Cabreeze so its important you look terrific. Wear something sexy but classy and expensive,” said Mike.
As a result, Stacy was dressed in what she referred to as one of her rich slut outfits. The clinging ‘too tight for decent folk’ knit skirt hugged her rear. The hem reached mid thigh allowing glimpses of the lace bands of her stay up hose. An uplift bra raised the top of her breasts above the scooped out neckline of an equally tight knit sweater. An exposed quarter inch of the lace bra enhanced the effect. An expensive pair of Gucci sunglasses covered her eyes. Skirt and sweater were a matching powder blue made from first quality Scottish cashmere. Silver high heel sandals elevated her four inches. Matching earrings, rings, and a diamond bracelet Stacy had retrieved from her safety deposit box containing Grandmother Todd’s heirloom jewelry completed the look.
“You definitely look like a mobster’s whore but a very well dressed one,” was Portia’s remark when she kissed Stacy good-bye that morning.
Now that crotch-grabbing obscenity-shouting Hispanics wearing greased stained coveralls surrounded her, she wondered if loose jeans, granny glasses, and a baggy sweatshirt would have been a wiser choice. Still, she had no other choice than to brazen it out.
“Like what you see,” asked a smiling Stacy spreading her legs wider to give him a clear shot at the narrow band of cream-colored lace covering her sex?
“Ah, chica, you looking for some of this,” said the man grabbing his crotch with both hands to show her the outlines of his endowment?
“Get back to work, Geraldo,” said the well-dressed man who had just arrived. “I’m Sallie, this way,” was all he said as he gestured for Stacy to follow him.
Stacy grabbed the Halliburton case off the passenger seat and followed the man to the back of the garage. Determined not to look scared or intimidated, Stacy swung her hips and smiled as she followed. Her journey was accompanied by loud suggestions by the mechanics as to what they would like to do to her. Unfortunately for Stacy they were spoken in street Spanish, not the Castilian, she had learned in school.
“In there’s the john,” said Sallie pointing to the open door of a tiny restroom at the back of the shop chop. It contained a sink and filthy commode. Grease stains covered the wall and fixtures. It was obviously the one used by the mechanics.
Stacy considered and rejected the idea of demanding to go the same restroom Sallie used. He’d probably say no and her bladder was about to explode. She stepped inside the room reaching back to close the door.
“Can’t let you out of my sight,” said Sallie stopping the door with his foot.
“I need some privacy,” said Stacy.
“I got my orders,” said Sallie conveying his decision was final.
“You get off on watching women pee, Sallie,” asked Stacy pulling up her skirt then sliding her panty down to her knees before she squatted down, hovering, trying not to touch the filthy seat.
“Yeah, it can be hot,” said Sallie leaning against the doorjamb cleaning his nails with a file.
Relax and take a deep breath thought Stacy as she closed her eyes. It took a few seconds for Stacy to start her flow but it finally came as a loud spray whose noise and smell filled the tiny room.
“You really did have to go,” said Sallie as Stacy grabbed a couple of squares of tissue to wipe her sex.
“Five hour drive and I didn’t stop,” said Stacy.
“Pull your sweater up,” said Sallie.
“Look, I’m here to execute a business transaction not let you play with my tits,” said Stacy.
“I’ve got to check you for a wire. Your tits don’t interest me,” said Sallie.
“Bullshit, you know you’re dying to see them, A wire, what’s that?” asked an uncomprehending Stacy.
“Microphone, dummy, maybe the Feds are outside listening to you piss. Arms over your head and don’t move,” said Sallie.
“Enjoy yourself,” said Stacy raising her arms like she was in an old cowboy movie. Her skirt was still bunched up at her waist and her panty was down at her ankles. The workers in the closest bay had stopped to watch the scene in the restroom play out.
Sallie stepped close and pushed her sweater up over her sheer bra.
“Nice, these must keep Mike Cabreeze’s hands warm on those cold Boston nights,” said Sallie as he slipped his hand inside Stacy’s bra.
“When Mike touches them, they get so hot he has to wear oven mitts,” said Stacy.
“Your nipples are hard. Sallie watching you piss get you worked up?” asked Sallie reaching down with his other hand to feel Stacy’s vagina. His fingers parted her labia, probing her opening. “You’re wet too. That’s not surprising. Cabreeze likes them slutty.”
“That’s piss on your fingers. I didn’t wipe that good,” said Stacy.
Sallie slowly withdrew his fingers then wiped them on Stacy’s sweater.
“Satisfied, no wire,” asked Stacy?
“Let’s go see the man,” said Sallie.
Stacy and Sallie walked through the back of the body shop, crossed the alley, stepping over garbage and entered the back of the building directly behind AAA Automotive. Stacy found herself in a long hallway with a row of doors on one side. Signs advertised, “Peep Booths $1, Totally Nude Girls.”
Men were going in and out of the doors. Stacy caught a brief look at the interior of one booth. There was a small bench, a machine to insert dollars, and a Plexiglas window to a small stage where three women were dancing naked.
“You a dancer,” asked Sallie as they walked down the hall?
“No, still in school,” said Stacy ignoring the elderly man who put his hand on her butt as she walked by.
“What you studying,” asked Sallie?
“Law, I’m actually pre-law.”
“Law, maybe you’ll put me in jail some day. You let Sallie plead out.”
“I’m interested in international law.”
“American law not good enough for you,” asked Sallie?
“That’s got nothing to do with it. It’s mostly about treaties and trade,” said Stacy as they reached the end of the hall and began to climb a narrow stairwell. At the top, Stacy entered a waiting room that contained three men who watched her closely as she passed through. Bodyguards realized Stacy.
Stacy was ushered into a very large office that was so dark she worried she would trip over something as they walked toward the small silver haired man seated behind a huge desk.
“I’ll take this,” said Sallie taking the brief case from her as they walked.
Stacy saw that beside the desk were several stacked rows of closed circuits televisions. It took Stacy a minute to figure out what each screen displayed.
A camera must be hidden in the ceiling of each of the booths downstairs realized Stacy. Some of the screens showed men sitting on the bench with their pants down masturbating as they watched the girls dance. Stacy was surprised to see a girl clad only in high heels open the Plexiglas and step inside the booth with a customer. Stacy watched as the girl counted some money the man handed her then kneel down to take his cock in her mouth.
“You check her for a wire, Sallie,” asked Mr. Serrentino?
“She’s clean, Mr. Serrentino,” said Sallie.
“Come closer, doll,” said Mr. Serrentino looking Stacy over.
I can’t believe he called me doll thought Stacy as she stepped to the edge of the desk.
“Come around here, sugar,” said Mr. Serrentino gesturing to the side of his chair.
Stacy walked slowly around the desk. As she got closer, she realized Raymond Serrentino was far past normal retirement age. He has to be in his eighties maybe nineties thought Stacy.
“Nice, nice,” said Mr. Serrentino admiring Stacy’s body. “Sit, sit,” said Mr. Serrentino indicating that Stacy should sit on his knee.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Serrentino,” said Stacy gently sitting down wondering if he was too old and frail to hold her.
“Michael’s like his granddad always had an eye for a good looking dame. Michael’s granddaddy, Luigi Cabreeze, was what we used to call in my day, a Ladies Man. Michael treating you right?” asked Mr. Serrentino putting one liver-spotted hand on Stacy’s knee as he put his arm around her waist.
“Yes, he’s very good to me,” lied Stacy wondering if she would be providing Mr. Serrentino the same service he was watching on his televisions.
“Yeah, Michael’s good boy like his grandfather. Of course, women can get you in trouble. They did Luigi. Michael tell you about his grandfather? Luigi Cabreeze was a true Sicilian,” said Mr. Serrentino.
On screen, the dancer had finished the man in an amazingly short time. As she was going back through the Plexiglas door, the man was standing cleaning his cock with a paper towel from the roll conveniently placed in each booth.
“Michael has never talked about his family, Mr. Serrentino,” said Stacy wanting to add that all they ever did was fuck but deciding it was wiser to keep her mouth shut as much as possible.
“Luigi, he was putting the stones to this chippy over in Queens. Name was Randazzo, Maria Randazzo. She was like you, a real doll but a woman of no character. A putana, you know what putana means?”
“No, but I hope to learn Italian some day,” said Stacy.
“Putana, Maria Randazzo was a whore. Her husband, Carmine, was a Sicilian from Catania. All the Randazzos were from that place. Nothing but dogs and Randazzos live there. Carmine was very angry when he discovered that Luigi had put the horns on him,” said Mr. Serrentino holding his fingers up beside his head to illustrate what was meant by horns.
“It is a terrible thing to not respect the sanctity of the sacrament of matrimony,” said Stacy deciding it was time to make some sort of comment.
“Yes, that is what I told Luigi. I said Luigi; you got whores all over the five boroughs plus your wife and bambinos in Queens. Why you screwing poor Carmine’s wife? You make trouble in the family. I tell you this Carmine he really loves his Maria even if she is a whore. He thought she was pure but he finds out from some snitch that every Tuesday when he goes to the docks to collect, Luigi comes by to see his Maria. That Tuesday, he goes and then he comes back. And what does he find? There is his Maria with Luigi’s dick in her mouth. He stands in the hall outside his bedroom with tears in his eyes and listens. Did I say that Luigi and Carmine were friends, almost like brothers?” said Mr. Serrentino.
“No, but betrayal by someone you trust makes it much worse,” said Stacy.
“Carmine, he has this Remington pistol; the Army gave him in the war. He walks in and shoots his Maria, Bang, right in her head. Her brains go all over Luigi’s face and he can’t see nothing. Then he shoots Luigi in his manhood. It is the old Sicilian way that when a man puts the horns on you; first you destroy his manhood. Then he shoots Luigi in the head,” said Mr. Serrentino holding his finger to his temple imitating a pistol.
“Poor Carmine, he is so upset. He places the barrel of the Remington in his mouth and pulls the trigger. That was the worst because the holy church teaches that suicides burn in hell everlasting. Father Espinoza refused to bury Carmine. His family had to take him to a place on the island to put him in the ground. Would you like a sweet, pretty girl?” said Mr. Serrentino reaching into a box on his desk for a brightly wrapped piece of candy.
“Yes, that would be wonderful,” said Stacy.
Stacy watched as Mr. Serrentino with trembling hands unwrapped the piece of candy.
“Open, pretty girl,” said Mr. Serrentino holding the candy in front of Stacy’s mouth.
“Delicious,” said Stacy chewing on the overly sweet chocolate something.
“Something from the old country made with God’s real sugar not the false sugar made from corn,” said Mr. Serrentino.
“Money’s good, Mr. Serrentino,” said Sallie stepping out of the dark to place the Halliburton case on the desk.
“Well, I don’t want to keep you. It has been a pleasure meeting you but I have a long drive back,” said Stacy standing up.
“My pleasure, doll, and my best to Michael. Tell him to come see me soon,” said Mr. Serrentino.
“Sallie,” said Mr. Serrentino gesturing for him to step closer.
Stacy watched as Mr. Serrentino whispered something in Sallie’s ear. Sallie glanced at her and smiled as he listened giving Stacy an uneasy feeling.
Stacy and Sallie retraced their steps back down the busy hall and through the back of the garage.
Stacy was almost to her car when Sallie grabbed her arm and spoke. “Hold it. Mike Cabreeze asked Mr. Serrentino for a favor. He said you’ve had a problem following instructions lately,” said Sallie.
“I’m here. Aren’t I? What the fuck are you talking about?” asked Stacy.
“Geraldo, get the mattress,” said Sallie to the mechanic. “The lady here wants to thank everybody for watching her car.”
Stacy watched as the mechanic walked quickly to a nearby wall. He grabbed a filthy grease-stained mattress. He easily carried it to where Stacy and Sallie were standing then threw it down on the floor at Stacy’s feet.
“I don’t have time for this shit. I have to get back to Boston,” said Stacy watching Geraldo unzip his coveralls to reveal a muscular body covered with prison tattoos. Stacy knew her objection was pointless before she made it.
“Like I said. Michael Cabreeze asked Mr. Serrentino for a favor,” said Sallie. “Mr. Serrentino told me to put a train on you. Take you down a notch.”
Stacy looked round the garage. Pulling a train was an expression most college coeds were familiar with. During an orientation lecture on campus safety, the administration warned about the danger of having to pull a train. The woman delivering the lecture admitted to being gang raped by her college hockey team. The lecturer’s warning was succinct. If you get drunk and pass out at a party, the men will sneak you into a bedroom and take turns screwing you until the sun comes up and you walk home bowlegged. Apparently the appearance of the mattress at Stacy’s feet signified that the train was about to leave the station.
“My God, all of them?” asked Stacy looking at the men eying her hungrily. Stacy guessed there were at least thirty.
“Well, we wouldn’t want to leave anyone out. Boys, the chica’s all yours, complements of Mr. Serrentino,” said Sallie starting to walk away. “They’ll let you go after they’ve finished. That is if you can still walk.”
The men hesitated for a moment then rushed her. Stacy saw no point in resisting as they unzipped her skirt and pulled her sweater over her head. Her bra and panty went next. She never got her lingerie back.
Naked except for her hose, the crowd took a moment to admire Stacy’s body. Several of the men grabbed and kissed her running their hands between her legs to feel her sex. They passed her from one to another. Grease stained hands left black marks over her breasts and thighs
When Stacy looked around she realized the men were actually licking their lips as they rubbed their crotch. Their lust was almost palpable as they passed her from one another in the circle. Resistance is not only futile but likely to get the shit beaten out of me decided Stacy kissing each man, pressing her breasts and sex against their muscular bodies.
I can do this thought Stacy as Geraldo pushed her down on her back and climbed between her legs. He used his hard cock to part her labia. Stacy grunted in pain as he forced her non-lubricated opening. She gave several quick thrusts of her pelvis to encourage Geraldo and her Bartholin glands. The pain eased as her glands quickly responded to the presence of a hard eight-inch penis. The onlookers shouted their approval as Geraldo began to pound into her as his mouth attacked her breasts.
I’m pulling my first train thought Stacy as she wrapped her legs around Geraldo grunting as she brought him deeper inside bringing her clit in contact with his groin. I’ll have to ask Portia the derivation of that phrase. It doesn’t seem very logical or descriptive. Twenty, maybe thirty guys surround me. And every damn one of them is going to screw me. One day like a true Sicilian I am going to shoot Mike Cabreeze first in one testicle then the other then blow his cock head clean off. That will make us even for what he’s done to me.
No one lasted very long. It was in Portia’s terms, pump and dump sex. There were no conversation, no intimacy, and no exchange of phone numbers. The men tended to be young, muscular with six-pack abs, covered with prison tattoos, and anxious to show the others how hard they could slam their penises into her. To them it was pure animalistic sex with a woman whose looks, clothes and jewelry shouted they weren’t in her economic or social class. The brutal manner they raped her was their way of getting even with a world they wanted but couldn’t have.
Each one seemed to take pleasure in hurting her breasts. They sucked her nipples so hard she cried out. Several actually bit into the soft flesh drawing blood.
Stacy persuaded the tenth or so train car to allow her on top. This had the added advantage of greater freedom of movement and made it easier to breathe. The disadvantage was those standing around took turns sticking their cocks in her mouth while she rode the man underneath her. Strong fingers pulled and twisted her breasts until they became fiery centers of pain. Stacy lost count of the number of ejaculations she swallowed.
“Get your head into it, girl,” whispered Stacy as she rocked back and forth working the cock in her vagina as she massaged the testicles of the man whose penis was thrusting into her mouth. Recalling her favorite yoga instructor’s advice on how to deal with an uncomfortable difficult posture, she decided to make herself love it. “Hurt my tits, motherfucker,” screamed Stacy lifting her breasts to the man whose fingers were twisting her overstretched nipples.
At some point, somebody behind her announced, “I’m going to pack her shit.” Stacy leaned forward to give him a straight shot at her backdoor. She heard and felt spit on her anus. Next he brutally forced his cock past her sphincter and began thrusting into her rectum. Momentarily, the pain was intense but it quickly subsided. Stacy felt a sense of relief that her over fucked vagina was getting a break. But very quickly, she discovered they enjoyed the sensation of having two cocks inside her separated by a thin wall of tissue as they moved back and forth.
At the end, three of the younger men who had already fucked Stacy once took her in all three holes simultaneously. They used her body for their pleasure while the others watched and shouted encouragement to their co-workers. One would slap her face hard with the side of his cock then shove it in her throat causing her to choke and gag. Drool cascaded down her chin onto the mattress. All the while, they were pinching and twisting her nipples causing her to cry out. As they approached their climax, one began to rhythmically land hard slaps to her flanks. For the finale, they pushed her on her back and ejaculated on her face and hair, covering it with semen.
Sensing they were done, Stacy wiped the jism out of her eyes and slowly climbed to her feet using the side of the car to steady herself. The men had returned to work. A glance at her watch showed she had spent three hours on the mattress being raped. Her shoes, skirt and sweater were on the hood of the car.
Holding herself erect, Stacy took her purse and clothes and walked naked back to the lavatory. She wet some paper towels and wiped off doing her best to remove the grease stains covering her face and arms. Next she dressed, replacing the torn hose with the spare from her purse. She chose not to look for her missing underwear. She took her time re-applying her make-up and combing her hair.
I’m a survivor Stacy told herself looking in the broken mirror. Besides, if I weren’t hurting it wouldn’t have been a true gang rape. Stacy squared her shoulders and laughed slightly at her frayed image. Her lips were swollen and her cheeks were puffy. There was a bruise on her chin. Her breasts burned like fire. The slightest movement signaled her brain how raw and sore her vagina and sphincter were.
Still she managed a broad smile for her rapists as hips swinging she slowly walked back to her car. When she reached the bay where Geraldo was working, she stopped and planted a kiss on his cheek. She stood quietly looking at him until he opened the car door for her. The other men hooted at the gesture but somehow she knew they were impressed with her chutzpah.
Someone triggered the garage door opener and she drove out into the late afternoon traffic. Stacy sensed the car was ridding lower on its suspension than when she arrived. Somewhere in the automobile was a serious load of drugs. Calling on her last reserves of energy she made the five-hour drive back to Cambridge and parked the Cadillac where she found it.
Portia was gone, playing a club date, when Stacy stumbled back into the condo. She quickly stripped and got into a steaming tub. Her first act was to open a packet of douche and rinse out the clots of dried semen and blood from her vagina and rectum.
Chapter 34 Pickup and Delivery

“El Al Flight 203 arriving at Gate 12,” boomed the PA system in the International Terminal at Boston’s Logan Airport.
Good, she’s on time thought Stacy glancing at her watch. Stacy was seated in the waiting area outside Customs. A black nylon rolling box was parked at her feet. As instructed she was reading the prescribed magazine and wearing a sweatshirt announcing she was a member of Boston University’s Lacrosse team.
An empty airline ticket folder was displayed in a side pocket of her purse. A black wig under a Red Sox cap covered her blonde hair. Large wire rimmed glasses with a clear lens covered most of her unmade-up face. Jeans and cross trainers completed her ‘dressed comfortably for a long international flight’ disguise.
It was the end of summer and the terminal was busy. The week before Mike had informed her she would be taking over the monthly task of picking up ten thousand tablets of Ecstasy from an El Al flight attendant and delivering them to a wealthy socialite at her estate north of Boston. Mike told her to wear a disguise to avoid being identifiable on the airport security cameras.
“Good, you look like a typical college girl heading to Europe to see great art and get laid, very understated,” said Portia giving her a final inspection when she was finished dressing.
“Certainly not my best look,” said Stacy peering into the mirror with a disapproving look on her face. Meeting Mike’s standards had gotten her used to looking her best all the time.
“It’s not supposed to be. I’m not sure I would recognize you,” said Portia who had worked hard to make Stacy unrecognizable.
“I wouldn’t recognize myself. You should go to work for the CIA or a Hollywood studio,” said Stacy.
It was another twenty minutes before the dark haired El Al flight attendant casually took a seat beside Stacy. She smoothly positioned her rolling box next to Stacy’s. It was the identical color, make, and model.
She’s pretty; no gorgeous thought Stacy noting her identity badge read Esther Wolfenson. Stacy guessed her age at late twenties to early thirties. Stacy couldn’t help but admire her beautiful legs exposed by the mid thigh uniform skirt. But it was the perfectly groomed cold black hair and violet Elizabeth Taylor eyes that struck Stacy as Esther’s best feature. And for someone who’s been flying for eleven hours, she looked remarkably fresh. Following Mike’s instructions, Stacy waited for Esther to speak.
“My brother played Lacrosse. Are you on the team?” asked the flight attendant.
Stacy turned toward Esther and smiled before she spoke. “No, I got this for sucking off the coach.” Stacy had initially objected to repeating the response Mike had given her.
“Can’t I just say I’m the goalie or a defensemen,” protested Stacy when Mike had told her of the coded verbal exchange.
“Just say what I tell you,” said Mike showing Stacy the two stacks of one hundred dollar bills he had placed in the luggage. “Besides, after the first time, you two will recognize each other. But you can still come up with your own greeting if you like.”
“Cabreeze’s idea of a bad joke,” said Esther.
“He has a warped sense of humor,” said Stacy.
“I’ve only met him once, good looking but then the Italian men usually are.”
“You’re very beautiful. I’m wouldn’t be surprised if he hit on you,” said Stacy feeling the slightest bit of jealousy then dismissing the idea. I could care less if he fucked her Stacy told herself.
“He did but I told him I was married. When that didn’t discourage him, I told him I was having my period. The Italian male is encouraged by their mother, sisters and aunts to think every woman is dying to get into bed with them. Unfortunately most of us are.”
“How long have you been married?”
“I was married for two years but it didn’t work out. I’ve been divorced three.”
“You’re still wearing a wedding ring,” said Stacy.
“It discourages men from asking me to have a drink with them when we arrive, at least most of them,” said Esther.
“I suppose that can be a problem in your profession,” said Stacy surprised that Esther had not already left. She wasn’t sure small talk was supposed to be part of a drug deal.
“Yes, unfortunately, it also discourages women, even pretty ones I find interesting,” said Esther placing her hand on Stacy’s for just a brief second then removing it. The meaning of that small gesture to Stacy was unmistakable.
“And you find that a problem?”
“Yes, at times, you are very attractive. Are you in a relationship?”
“An open one, her name is Portia. We’re college roommates”
“Mike said you were a student,” said Esther.
“Yes, I’m studying international law.”
“That could be useful. Have a drink with me later? Bring your roommate if you like. Am I being too direct? Everyone says Israeli women are much too forward.”
“How do I know Mike Cabreeze didn’t put you up to this,” asked Stacy?
“You don’t. But I think you are a risk taker. I’m at the Airport Hilton. Ah, there’s my shuttle,” said Esther getting up to leave while deftly grabbing the handle of Stacy’s luggage box leaving the one she brought.

***

“She hit on me,” said Stacy climbing into the van Portia had borrowed from Monk. Stacy’s BMW was parked nearby. They were in the airport’s parking garage.
“She’s a lesbian,” asked Portia as the two kissed?
“Yes, I suppose unless this is Mike Cabreeze’s idea of a joke,” said Stacy climbing into the back of the van and starting to undress.
“Why would he do that?”
“I don’t know. It just strikes me as something he might do. On the other hand I had the impression she was sincere.”
“What was she like,” asked Portia?
“Very attractive, good figure, early thirties, hypnotic dark eyes, exotic looking,” said Stacy.
“You should do her,” said Portia.
“I told her you and I were in an open relationship. She asked me to bring you along. Can you get this for me?” asked Stacy referring to the zipper of the short skirt she had slipped on. Getting dressed in the cramped space was proving difficult.
“What makes you think she’s for real?” asked Portia zipping the skirt
“Seemed kind of lonely and sad. I’ve read being a flight attendant is a solitary job. She’s divorced,” said Stacy slipping on a matching top.
“How did you leave it with her?”
“Maybe call her later, meet for a drink. If I do, you’re coming along,” said Stacy.
“Jewish girls love oral sex and they’re good at it.”
“Where did you acquire that factoid,” asked Stacy buttoning her silk blouse.
“Sarah Schlinder was acknowledged to give the best head in my high school by both sexes. She combined world-class stamina, a long muscular tongue, strong flexible lips, breath control, and years of experience with an innate desire to orally administer to all her classmates. She held the record for sucking off the twelve member boy’s varsity basketball team.”
“You kept records?”
“Of course, twenty six minutes and ten seconds,” said Portia.
“That a little over two minutes per cock.”
“My personal best was forty seven minutes. Shineeka Tomlinson, the Nubian Queen, beat me by three minutes. I was third in the blowjob hierarchy my senior year.”
“I have to ask. Why was Shineeka called the Nubian Queen?” said Stacy putting on sunglasses.
“Black as coal with classic Negroid features. She was also six foot four and averaged twenty points a game. She got a full b-ball scholarship to the University of Tennessee. But even with all her athletic talent and rapport with our all black team she couldn’t touch Sarah’s record.”
“Did you ever experience this Sarah’s phenomenal mouth play,” asked Stacy?
“Yes, my junior year, she and I fell in love for over a month. Until we broke up, we did it at her house every day after school. Sarah loved sixty nine.”
“Don’t we all. But you said she did guys too,” said Stacy.
“She was bi but she preferred pussy to cock.
“Did anybody at your school ever study? Everyone at my school was so intent on going to an Ivy League college we didn’t have time for sex. At least, most of us didn’t.”
“I studied but GTA and sex were the preferred curricula,” said Portia.
“GTA?”
“Grand Theft Auto, here, let me fix your hair,” said Portia pulling the cap and wig off Stacy.

***

“Stacy Todd to see Leslie Cabot.” Stacy was speaking into the intercom at the gated entrance to the estate whose address Mike had given her. Mapquest driving instructions rested on the passenger seat. Stacy was in Beverly Farms, a tiny seacoast town north of Boston. It was known for having more than its share of New England’s old money families.
I hope this works thought Stacy. Portia thinks that if we continue to learn more and more about Mike’s operation, I’ll eventually find some way to escape his clutches. It sounds pretty desperate but I can’t think of anything better.
Stacy with Portia’s help had made the transformation from dressed down college girl in jeans to clotheshorse dressed in the latest fashion. Her clothes were chic and expensive.
“You have to impress Leslie Cabot you are her kind of people, a fashionista,” said Portia when they were discussing how to approach the pickup and delivery of the Ecstasy. In the airline terminal the objective was not to attract attention. They decided the exact opposite was called for when she delivered the drugs to Leslie.
“Designer clothes, labels that will impress her,” said Portia. “Cool high fashion for a warm summer afternoon.”
“I don’t have anything like that. The clothes I wear when I’m with Mike are for evening,” said Stacy.
“Then we need to go shopping,” said Portia. They’d decided on a cream-colored suit and matching blouse from a tiny boutique on Boston’s Newbury Street. The designer’s name was relatively new but she was considered a rising star in the fashion world. Adding shoes, scarf, and sunglasses brought the cost to well over a thousand dollars.
“You look like something out of Elle or Vogue,” said Portia when Stacy finished dressing and was about to exit the van for her car.
“I look incredibly overdressed to deliver drugs,” said Stacy leaning in to kiss Portia. “Think we should meet Esther Wolfenson to see if Sarah was representative of Jewish womanhood?”
“Yes, we’ll consider it research,” laughed Portia. “Let’s go to Mariposa’s. See if she’s got a friend.”
“I’ll call her when I get back,” said Stacy.
Stacy drove down the long curving driveway finally reaching the front of the brick mansion. The back of the building faced the part of the Atlantic Ocean named Cape Anne after a former Queen of England. The setting was spectacular and the size of the mansion and the grounds impressive; but Stacy noticed the trim could use a paint job and the hedges needed pruning. There were weeds growing through cracks in the pavement. It was an observation only a rich girl like Stacy would be likely to make. In Weston maintaining your estate properly signified you still had real money.
An elderly butler rushed down the stairs to open the car door.
“Can I take that for you, Miss Todd? I’m Albert, Miss Cabot’s butler,” offered the aged butler when Stacy lifted the rolling box out of the passenger seat. He’s got to be in his seventies thought Stacy as she gracefully swung her legs out onto the pavement. In spite of his age, Stacy noticed he took an extra second to admire her legs.
“Yes, Albert, as long as it stays with me until I deliver it to Miss Cabot,” said Stacy walking up the steps.
“Miss Cabot and Mr. Trabert are poolside, if you will follow me,” said Albert leading Stacy through the mansion toward the Atlantic side. The buildings architect had not neglected the side facing the ocean. Stacy emerged onto a broad marble floored verandah that overlooked a long slopping grade of lawn ending on the rocky shore. Waves were crashing onto the rocks sending plumes of spray into the air. Sails of hundreds of boats in the distance completed the vista. Barely visible and to one side, there was a quiet inlet with a dock. A forty-foot ocean going motor sailor was moored along with a smaller powerboat.
“If you will please wait here, Miss Todd, I will inform Ms. Cabot you have arrived,” said Albert leaving Stacy as he walked carefully down the steps to the pool.
Immediately off the verandah were a full sized swimming pool and Jacuzzi. At the far end, out of the house’s shadow, two people were lying on chaises absorbing the sun’s rays. Leslie Cabot was face down tanning her backside. Her attire consisted of the bottom of a thong bikini. Her companion was face up and totally nude. Even at a distance Stacy could see he was magnificently equipped. The term Greek God came to mind when Stacy saw his muscular build. They were both tanned beyond the point where Stacy’s mother would have launched into her skin cancer lecture.
A topless Leslie Cabot stood up quickly when Albert got close enough to announce Stacy’s arrival. Albert helped Leslie into a robe. Leslie said something to the nude man but the ocean breeze prevented the sound from carrying. Mr. Trabert waved his arm dismissively. Leslie said something Stacy could almost hear then turned and walked toward Stacy.
Stacy surmised Leslie had asked Mr. Trabert to cover up the sizeable weapon resting on his thigh and he had dismissed the suggestion out of hand. Stacy concluded any man with a cock that large would want it to be seen by as many members of the feminine gender as possible. The thought also occurred as to whether it would be possible to enjoy penetration by Mr. Trabert. There was supposed to be a size beyond which intercourse brought pain not pleasure. Still Stacy decided in spite of the risk to her vagina, she would chance it should opportunity arise.
“Leslie Cabot, you must be Stacy,” said Leslie extending her hand.
Up close Stacy saw that Leslie’s lifestyle had taken its toll. Too much sun, booze, drugs, and late nights concluded Stacy observing Leslie’s wrinkles. Stacy thought it likely some of the income from drug sales would finance the cosmetic surgery needed to put things right for a while.
“Yes, you have such a beautiful place here,” said Stacy taking Leslie’s hand.
“Thank you, it’s been in the family since forever. Costs a fortune to keep up and the taxes are highway robbery. Shouldn’t we know each other? Todd, let me think. Your father is a banker, no a stock broker.”
“A surgeon actually,” said Stacy realizing she was going through some kind of charade. Leslie knew exactly who she was and what her father did for a living.
“Yes, Samuel Todd, the brilliant heart surgeon. You must be so proud of him. You’re one of those Todd’s. You’re Doreen’s daughter. Your mother is such a wonderful, giving, person always ready to help with the less fortunate,” said Leslie.
Stacy’s surprise was lessened by the knowledge the life story of her well-known parents was on the WEB. Portia often repeated that everyone’s biography was only three WEB pages away.
On the other hand, Stacy’s mother was active in several local and national charities. It was entirely possible she and Leslie Cabot could know each other. That was something she and Portia had not considered.
“Thank you, Ms. Cabot. My mother has always felt a keen sense of noblesse oblige when it comes to her work at the clinic,” said Stacy acknowledging her mother donated several hours each week to patients who could not afford her services.
“Leslie dear, no one calls me Ms. Cabot except old Albert. Ellis and I were just about to have lunch. Join us,” said Leslie putting her arm around Stacy.
“No, I couldn’t,” said Stacy.
“I insist. And won’t take no for an answer. It’s nothing fancy just a salad Albert threw together. If I had known Doreen Todd had such a beautiful daughter, I would have made it a point to meet you before this. Give me a minute to put this away then we can have a chat over lunch,” said Leslie taking the rolling box and disappearing into the house.
Stacy found herself staring at the man lying in the chaise. Apparently, he noticed Stacy’s stare because he lifted his cock so she could see it was not only usually long but also thick.
“Now, let’s see if we can get Ellis to put something on. I hope you’re not offended. He can be such a show off,” said Leslie when she returned after a few seconds.
“Not at all, I appreciate the male physique especially one so imposing,” said Stacy as they walked off the veranda toward a poolside table.
“Well, don’t you complement him or he’ll try to seduce you. He thinks every woman he meets can’t wait to hop in bed with him.”
“I have to say the thought has occurred to me already,” said Stacy. “Not that I would without your permission.”
“I see we share similar appetites. Mike said you and I would get on. I already see we have similar tastes in men. How do you feel about women?” asked Leslie taking Stacy’s hand.
“My rule is to love the one I’m with,” said Stacy smiling back as she applied the slightest pressure to Leslie’s hand before releasing it.
“I can see we will get along famously,” said Leslie as they arrived at the table. “For God’s sake, Ellis put something on. You’re embarrassing me. Come meet Stacy,” yelled Leslie.
Ellis stood up and wrapped a towel around his waist. Up close, he was even more impressive, movie star handsome with the physique of a competitive body builder. He has to be six feet six thought Stacy noting he had the rolling gate of an athlete as he walked the few steps to meet her.
“Ellis Trabert, this is Stacy Todd,” said Leslie.
“Hello, Stacy, Leslie didn’t tell me we were having another beautiful woman join us this afternoon,” said Ellis taking her hand in his oversized paw. He spoke in a clipped British accent.”
“Thank you, I had to drop something by and Leslie was kind enough to invite me for lunch.”
“You should stay and take the sun.”
“Yes, the pool is delightful. This may be the last good day before our horrible New England winter begins,” said Leslie.
“I’m afraid I am without a bathing costume,” said Stacy.
“I probably have one you can wear if that’s necessary,” said Leslie.
“It’s not. I was just being modest,” said Stacy.
“You two sit down and get to know each other while I run inside and see about lunch,” said Leslie heading back to the house. “Ellis tell Stacy about being a Beefeater and about how you used to bugger one another in the barracks.”
“Water,” asked Ellis removing a plastic bottle from a cooler beside the table.
“Yes, thank you, what part of the UK,” asked Stacy?
“Outside of London,” said Ellis.
“And you were really a guard at the Tower of London?”
“Yes, I can see you’ve been there. And for your information, I did most of the buggering.”
“I can believe that. Having a cock that large must have its advantages,” said Stacy.
“I was promoted twice. My captain gratefully offered me a commission and an appointment to Sandhurst,” said Ellis.
“But you decided to offer your talents to the Colonials,” said Stacy.
“Yes, a friend persuaded me that Hollywood beckoned. I would be the new Schwartzeneger. But it wasn’t to be.”
“With your looks and talents, I’m surprised you weren’t successful,” said Stacy.
“Thank you but Hollywood is populated by men with looks and talent. We’re as common as prostitutes on lower Sunset,” said Ellis.
“So how did you meet Leslie,” asked Stacy?
“I showed her my cock and she fell in love with it. She insisted on taking it home with her and I came along,” said Ellis.
“How very romantic.”
“And what about you?”
“College student, pre-law,” said Stacy.
“You forgot to mention, Harvard, wealthy family of renown doctors, Olympics, and the disgusting business of dealing drugs,” said Ellis.
“I can see my curricula vitae has proceeded me. You don’t approve of ingesting chemicals. I gather Leslie does,” said Stacy.
“I’ve tried to tell her how destructive they are. But she’s hopeless,” said Ellis. “I value my body too much to pollute it. Drugs will eventually destroy America’s ruling class,” said Ellis.
“I can see where you might be right,” said Stacy. “Except for marijuana I have managed to avoid them.”
“Other than delivering them in large quantities to a woman who desperately needs money to keep up appearances,” said Ellis.
“Some of us have no choice,” said Stacy. “You’ve very forthright.”
“Salad’s here,” said Leslie arriving on the scene carrying a large glass bowl of greens. Albert followed pushing a small cart containing the table settings.
“So what have you two been talking about,” asked Leslie taking a seat.
“The Tower of London, Hollywood, college, and oh yes, after lunch, Stacy would like us to go inside and fuck,” said Ellis. “Poor girl hasn’t been able to take her eyes off my prick since she got here.”
“I consider it the true Tower of London and I’m a committed anglophile,” said Stacy pouring a small amount of dressing onto her salad.
“What a lovely idea. I just hope Stacy knows what she’s getting into. Ellis’s last impromptu conquest was my cousin, Aileen. Poor dear had to lie to her husband when he asked why she was walking around bow legged.”
“I’ll sign a release if that’s required,” said Stacy.
“Witty as your mother and beautiful as your father,” said Leslie putting her hand on Stacy’s arm. “I’m so looking forward to going inside for dessert.”
Chapter 35 Ellis Trabert

“Bridge for mama, Ellis,” said Leslie grabbing a king sized down pillow to slip under Ellis’s muscular buttocks. She and Stacy were kneeling between his outstretched legs orally enjoying his oversized manhood. The two had been alternating between shaft and balls.
“Definitely a two girl cock,” said Stacy noting that unlike other cocks she and Portia had shared, there was no sense of being crowded.
Stacy sensed Leslie was being competitive as their tongues met and swirled over the mushroom head. I’m a competitor too and a damn fierce one thought Stacy recalling her recent Olympic trials. Stacy pointed the tip of her tongue and wormed it around and inside Ellis’ piss hole. The fact the tip of her tongue was able to slip a half inch deep was not lost on Stacy. Everything about Ellis’s sex organs was super-sized.
Stacy had discovered Ellis’s testicles unlike other men she had orally serviced were far too large to get in her mouth. Opening to where her jaw ached she was able to engulf at most a third of the grapefruit sized globes. Sucking gently as she windshield-wiped her tongue over the smooth shaven surface, she could feel the warmth and energy stored inside. The erotic thought that each testicle contained a mouth-filling load of ingestible body temperature semen encouraged her to greater efforts.
Responding to Leslie, Ellis placed the soles of his feet on the mattress and raised his body until only his feet and his shoulders touched the bed. Stacy placed her hand on the iron hard thigh muscles admiring the buff ripped surface of his flesh. She helped Leslie slide two pillows underneath him. His erect manhood swayed like a mighty elm as he held his body off the mattress.
“Eat my hole, bitches,” said Ellis lifting his legs to expose his anus as he relaxed back onto the bed. He proved amazingly flexible for such a large man, bringing his knees to his shoulders.
“Beautiful,” said Stacy separating his buttocks slightly to look at his sphincter. It was amazingly hairless and unblemished. It was an attractive shade of pink. Inspired by the sight, Stacy leaned down to plant a kiss on the center of the wrinkled flesh allowing the tip of her tongue to flick across the center.
“Isn’t it gorgeous? I keep telling him it’s his best feature,” said Leslie using one hand to finger Stacy’s very wet sex.
“It’s a perfect rosebud,” said Stacy planting another kiss that left the surface glistening with her saliva. “Eating a man’s butt is a major turn on for me.”
“Given that you’re Mike’s, I figured you for anilingus. That’s one Italian stallion who expects a girl to suck on his asshole. It wasn’t twenty minutes after we met I was giving his bunghole a tongue bath,” said Leslie thereby conveying her relationship with Mike Cabreeze was not strictly business.
“I love doing Mike’s backdoor but this is special,” said Stacy applying her lips to the wrinkled flesh as her tongue pressed into the center.
Leslie took a break from sucking Ellis’s cock head to say, “Show Stacy your trick, Ellis.”
“All right, open sesame,” said Ellis reaching up to grab his big toes then tightening his steel hard glutes causing his buttocks to flex open his sphincter. The size of the opening was somewhere between a quarter and a fifty cent piece.
“Cute, huh, one of his porn buddies taught him that,” said Leslie.
“Not only physically gifted but also talented, you’re lucky, Leslie,” said Stacy forming her lips around his open anus and pushing her tongue inside.
Stacy made little sucking sounds as she alternated tonguing and licking Ellis’ relaxed anus. Leslie, impressed with Stacy’s hard-core performance leaned over her to re-take his cockhead in her mouth.
“It feels and tastes so good, your turn,” said Stacy taking a break so Leslie could apply her mouth to Ellis’ open anus.
“And it’s durable, too. Some of Hollywood’s biggest cocks and fists have been inside that sweet little hole. But there’s not a sign of damage. Mine’s a different story,” said Leslie turning her rear toward Stacy using one hand to separate her buttocks revealing a sphincter seriously the worse for wear.
“It’s a work of modern art,” said Stacy moving forward to perform anilingus on Leslie. Her tongue and lips teased the lose flaps of flesh.
“Art deco is more like it. I keep making appointments to have it repaired but I’m deathly afraid of surgeons,” said Leslie before hastily adding. “Please don’t be offended. I forgot your parents are doctors.”
“Of course not, I didn’t chose medicine as a career for a reason,” said Stacy not hesitating to place her mouth on Leslie’s irregular appearing anus. She took the lose folds of skin in her mouth and gently sucked them as she pressed her tongue against the center of her sphincter. It proved to be remarkably easy to open. No doubt in Stacy’s mind, a result of repeated penetration by Ellis.
The fact Leslie’s comment about her sphincter was accurate didn’t deter Stacy from making loud murmuring sounds as she buried her face between Leslie’s buttocks energetically providing oral service.
“You’re a real player, Stacia Todd,” said Leslie. “One of these days I’ve got to get some work done back there. Ellis says my asshole looks like a cabbage that fell off a produce truck.”
“Her piles are disgusting. I keep telling her to go to a plastic surgeon and have something done about them,” said Ellis straining to keep his sphincter open for Leslie’s tongue.
“That’s not nice, Ellis, How are you at eating girl butt?” said Stacy moving quickly to a kneeling position straddling his giant head.
“Such a beautiful ass,” said Ellis parting her buttocks with his jaw. A muscular tongue darted inside Stacy’s rectum causing her to shiver with pleasure.
The threesome formed a sighing moaning human chain, occasionally changing partners as they pleasured each other anally.
They were on the second floor in Leslie’s well-appointed bedroom. The furnishing looked worn. The carpet and drapes needed to be replaced. However, the room was enormous and the outer wall was all glass with an incredible ocean view. A door opened to a small balcony. The windows were open and Stacy could hear the ocean breaking on the rocks.
On the opposite side of the room above the fireplace, a wall sized plasma screen was showing a gay porn DVD staring Rod Stryker AKA Ellis Trabert.
“Here, let me show you what Ellis accomplished in Hollywood,” said Leslie after the three had undressed and climbed in bed. They were on opposite sides of Ellis. Stacy’s hand was slowly stroking Ellis’s cock while her mouth was gently sucking the nipples located on his bulging pectorals. Leslie clicked the remote and the screen commenced showing Raw Recruits in the middle of the film.
“Christ, Leslie, must you,” said Ellis glancing at the screen looking only slightly annoyed.
“Yes I must. Good, it’s at the best part where you sodomize your entire squad,” said Leslie adding her hand to Stacy’s.
“Don’t get mad but I have to ask. Who did them for you?” said Leslie leaning across Ellis to kiss Stacy’s breast.
“No one, they’re natural,” said Stacy.
“Of course, they’re natural and they’re incredible. I can tell by the way they feel,” said Ellis surrounding Stacy’s areola with his lips and sucking the entire end of her breast into his mouth. The sensation was intense right on the border of pain and pleasure.
“They’re very beautiful. Come to think of it, your mother is quite chesty,” said Leslie before capturing Stacy’s other breast in her mouth. The threesome intertwined with one another as they rolled back and forth over the king sized bed.
“Stacy’s our guest so she gets to come first,” said Leslie pushing Stacy on to her back before descending along with Ellis to a position between her legs. Stacy noted the practiced way the two worked together. Eating pussy as a duo isn’t new to those two concluded Stacy.
Stacy went with the moment taking the opportunity to relax and watch Ellis’ on screen performance. Watching gay porn while having bi-sex was a new experience for her. Eight skinny young men dressed only in fatigues trousers were leaning on garbage cans outside of what looked to be a fake military barracks. Sgt. Striker screamed, “Drop them,” and all eight unbuckled, unzipped and let their pants fall to the floor. No one was wearing any underwear. The actors playing the recruits were doing a good job of looking scared.
“There’s no way the blonde boy on the end was eighteen,” said Leslie taking her mouth off Stacy’s clit. Stacy found herself in unspoken agreement with Leslie.
“They all had a birth certificate and a driver’s license that said they were eighteen or over,” said Ellis reaching to inserted his two fingers in both vaginas. He began to vigorously finger fuck the two women at the same time.
“Like false documents are hard to find in Los Angeles. Fake Ids are the second biggest industry in the barrios after drugs,” said Leslie squeezing her sex around Ellis’ fingers.
“You give great finger,” said Stacy opening her legs to encourage Ellis to insert a third of his long thick fingers in her hole. The pressure of a third digit pushing against the walls of her vagina caused her to moan her pleasure and appreciation for his efforts.
“That’s the production company’s problem not mine. I just had to fuck their tight little asses not worry about the legalities,” said Ellis enjoying doing both women at once. He slipped a fourth finger in both pussies as he swiped his thumb across their clits.
“Jerk us off together,” said Leslie turning toward Stacy. The two women’s tongue met in the air as Ellis’s powerful hands worked their sex. Moments later, they both climaxed.
“How was that for an appetizer,” asked Leslie when their orgasms had run their course? Leslie handed Stacy one of the bottles of water from an ice bucket on the nightstand.
“Fabulous,” said Stacy as they curled up on each side of Ellis to take a breather. Stacy thought it odd that Ellis hadn’t climaxed but when she thought further, she realized Ellis was hired help and Leslie was the boss and that applied to the bedroom as well.
“Ream them out, Sgt. Stryker,” said Leslie speaking to the screen where Ellis was moving up and down the line sodomizing each recruit. His only attire was a pair of shinny combat boots and a drill instructor’s hat. He looked imposing as his fully erect cock bobbed up and down as he walked.
Several of the recruits started crying when Sgt. Stryker grabbed their thin flanks with his large hands and rammed his huge cock past their sphincter. The smallest boy pleaded with Ellis not to sodomize him. A close-up showed the disparity between the enormous head of Ellis’ cock and the small center of the boy’s anus.
“Boo-rah,” shouted Sgt. Stryker as he plunged his dick forward. His sphincter resisted the intruder for a second then surrendered. A foot long column of thick flesh entered the boy’s squirming body in one unbroken advance. The camera captured the moment when Ellis’ scrotum slapped hard against the boys.
“Oh, Jesus, that hurts, take it out,” screamed the boy, his feet kicking wildly as Sgt. Stryker lifted him off the ground impaling him to the maximum extent possible. The camera revealed the real tears in the boy’s pain filled eyes.
“I don’t think they were enjoying it as much as I will,” said Stacy.
“A couple of the guys were new to porn and hadn’t taken anything that large,” said Ellis matter of factly. “They get used to it.”
“Let’s fuck Stacy,” said Leslie taking a position between her outstretched legs. Ellis placed a giant hand under Stacy’s bottom to lift her while Leslie positioned a pillow under her rear.
Large blunt objects Stacy assumed were Ellis’s fingers glided into her slippery vagina seeking and finding her G-spot. Two hungry mouths licked both sides of her clitoris. Ellis added a second finger sending all the right sparks from the nerves surrounding her openings.
“I’ll get Stacy’s ass ready for your cock,” said Leslie as she placed a single wet digit against Stacy’s sphincter.
“Oh yes, there, in my ass,” breathed Stacy adjusting her pelvis pressing her anus against the pad of Leslie’s forefinger.
“You have a very sensitive bottom,” said Leslie
“It’s desperately needs filling,” said Stacy.
“Would you like to be one of those whimpering twinks Ellis is reaming,” asked Leslie referring to the screen where one of the recruits had broken into heaving sobs when Ellis invaded his rectum. Ellis was holding the sobbing boy off the ground. His arms and legs were flailing the air like a rag doll. He was pleading with Sgt. Stryker to remove his cock. “Don’t you just love the way they cry like babies when he penetrates their little bottoms?
“Oh yes,” said Stacy listening as the next recruit in line pleaded with Ellis not to sodomise him. Sgt. Stryker threw the youth face down over the garbage can and entered him as he kicked and screamed.
“The first time it hurts so badly it qualifies as an out of body experience. Believe me. I’ve been there,” said Leslie.
“I’ll want it in my ass before we’re done. I don’t care how much it hurts,” said Stacy feeling the onrush of an orgasm.
“I think Stacy’s a pain slut. What do you think, Ellis,” asked Leslie?
Ellis spit Stacy’s labia out to answer. “She’s a slut all right. And when I put my dick in her ass, she’ll know what real pain is.”
Skillful mouths licking her clit and pussy while fingers explored her openings rapidly brought Stacy to a climax. Leslie and Ellis took turns sucking Stacy’s labia and teasing her clit while each kept a finger inside her vagina probing her G-spot.
“That’s right, Stacy, enjoy it like a true whore. Hold it in your mind and make it last,” cooed Ellis as Stacy writhed and shook in pleasure’s throes. Stacy focused her brain on what was happening to her body and held on to it until she had wrung the last drop of pleasure from her climax.
“My turn,” said Leslie taking Stacy’s place.
“Lift her legs, I want to eat her butt again,” said Stacy to Ellis as they orally administered to a squirming Leslie. Ellis raised Leslie’s legs bending her double.
Using her fingers, Stacy pulled Leslie’s damaged sphincter open. Regular insertions of Ellis’s cock had left her anal ring pliable. Stacy covered the open hole with her mouth and circled her tongue around the inside alternating with blowing hard inside her rectum to expand it then inhaling to contract it.”
“What a darling girl you are, Stacy. Finding someone who is into ass breathing is rare these days,” said Leslie enjoying the forced air contractions and expansions of her rectum.
Stacy’s tongue could feel the side of Ellis’s hand as he inserted three fingers in Leslie’s vagina and twisted them back and forth as he sucked her clit.
Stacy sensed the rhythmic pulsing of Leslie’ rectal walls, a sign her orgasm was imminent. Sound a long string of the worst expletives possible, Leslie bounced up and down on the bed holding her belly as she climaxed. Saliva seeped out of the corner of her mouth while she writhed from side to side. It took only a few minutes for her to recover enough to resume their lovemaking.
“Let’s suck Ellis hard. Since you’re my guest, you get to fuck him first,” said Leslie once she had caught her breath.
After the two had brought Ellis’s cock to a full erection, Leslie asked Stacy to make a decision.
“Decide, Stacy, how do you want Ellis to screw you? Option one is for him to take his time, be considerate and gentle or you can chose option two which is the one I bet you take,” said Leslie.
“What us option two,” asked Stacy before passing her tongue along the ridge of skin on the underside of Ellis’s shaft?
“I call it the Mexican rape option. It’s brutal and vicious. Let me warn you. You’ll scream before it’s over,” said Leslie.
“Option two and make sure I scream more than once,” said Stacy surprised at how quickly she made her choice. This is a lifestyle change for me realized Stacy. I never liked pain of any kind or associated it with sex before I met Mike Cabreeze. Now I’m eager to feel whatever sexual pain Leslie and Ellis can dole out.
“All right, Stacy but don’t say you weren’t warned. Ellis, let’s start with raping her mouth. Open wide, slut,” said Leslie grabbing Stacy’s hair in one hand and lower jaw in the other. She pulled Stacy’s mouth wide open and forcing it down on Ellis’ manhood.
Anxious not to scrape Ellis’ sensitive flesh with her teeth, Stacy opened her mouth to the point her jaw hinge tittered on dislocation. Held in place by Leslie’s iron grip, Stacy felt the blunt tip of Ellis’s cock slam into her throat opening.
“Choke on that big dick, bitch,” said Leslie pushing hard on the back of Stacy’s skull twisting her head slowly wedging the cockhead into the narrow opening. Ellis’ penis slowly and painfully expanded Stacy’s throat. Her gag reflex caused her to contract her throat muscles, as lack of oxygen became an increasing problem.
“Down it goes, cocksucking whore,” said Leslie pushing harder to embed the first four inches of Ellis’s dick in her throat.
Leslie and Ellis held a convulsing Stacy tight as she struggled to dislodge the column of rigid flesh choking her. Leslie, her tone now malevolent whispered, “That’s what it feels like to choke to death on a man’s dick. The Mexican Federal Police do that to female tourists. The ones who tortured me had cocks bigger than Ellis’. I was barely eighteen when they arrested me.”
“You were stupid. You shouldn’t have been trying to buy cocaine from people you didn’t know,” said Ellis making quick rapid thrusts in Stacy’s throat.
“They kept me for a week. I had to spend two months in an clinic recovering,” said Leslie. “There were lesions in the walls of my rectum and vagina.”
“You can tell Stacy about it later. For God’s sake, focus, Leslie,” said Ellis sternly as he moved Stacy’s head to each side causing his penis to slip further down her throat.
Stacy was entirely focused on acquiring oxygen. She had deep-throated cocks before but nothing as long and thick as Ellis’ penis.
“Having fun now,” asked Leslie her face an inch from Stacy’s?
“Her gullet’s convulsing. Let’s make her squirm,” said Ellis reaching down to capture Stacy’s left nipple between his thumb and forefinger then crushing it flat as he pulled and twisted the tender nodule of flesh. “Hold her tighter, Leslie, while I work her bits.”
Stacy’s body reacted violently to the intense pain in her breasts and throat but Ellis easily held her with Leslie’s help. When she was about to pass out, they relented, allowing her to gasp for air. Copious amounts of saliva dripped out her nose and over her lower lip.
“Had enough, bitch, or want some more,” asked Leslie taking a painful hold on Stacy’s hair pulling her head back to where the tendons in her neck were taunt then slapping her hard on both cheeks.
“More, rougher,” gasped Stacy her face stinging with pain.
“And more it will be,” said Ellis grabbing the sides of Stacy’s head positioning it for another assault.
“The Federal Police knocked out all my front teeth so I couldn’t bite them,” said Leslie ignoring Ellis’ demand she concentrate on the sex at hand. “One of them forced a baseball bat up my ass.”
“Go as deep as it will reach,” said Stacy right before Ellis’ penis filled her mouth.
“You’ve got it easy,” said Leslie wrapping her hand tightly around Stacy’s throat and squeezing hard. “You look like a snake swallowing a rat. Choke on that fucking dick you whore. Want more? You’re going to take more till snot runs out your nose.”
Stacy’s throat felt like it was going to burst. Leslie’s hand was painfully pressing her neck against the column of rock hard manhood that was slowly moving down her air passage. But Stacy’s lust had seized control. With one hand Stacy fingernails were furiously clawing at her clit while the nails of the other were scrapping across the nerve dense tissue at the entrance to her vagina.
“That’s right, bitch, draw blood, scrape that clit raw,” said Leslie observing Stacy’s action. Leslie dug her nails into Stacy’s scalp as she pushed hard moving Ellis’s cock further downward. Later, Stacy was to discover blood and bits of skin under her own nails.
Stacy’s orgasm exploded as the sensations proved irresistible. The lack of oxygen made her lightheaded. Saliva dripped from her nostrils onto Ellis’s six pack abdomen as she started to see white spots in front of her eyes. Mercifully, Leslie pulled her head upward. Stacy felt air rush into her lungs as she fought to breathe.
“Don’t let her rest, Ellis. Fuck her,” yelled Leslie.
Leslie and Ellis moved quickly to place Stacy in the missionary position. Still experiencing her orgasm and fighting to breathe normally, Stacy found herself on her back. Leslie had changed positions. The top of Stacy’s head rested against Leslie’s sex. Her outstretched legs held Stacy’s arms down.
Almost immediately, Stacy felt wetness as Leslie’s fluids seeped onto her scalp. Ellis reminded her of one of the great cats as he kneeled between her outstretched legs. He caught her ankles in his large hands pulling her legs apart to where she felt intense pain in her hip sockets. He twisted her feet outward then raised them vertically to where Leslie took hold maintaining the same orientation of her legs.
Later, Portia showed her the page in the Kama Sutra where it described how rotating the female’s legs outward tightened the vagina making penetration by a large cock more painful.
“Cock whip her,” urged Leslie as Ellis slapped his penis down on Stacy’s clit with a force that left her whimpering in pain.
“You like that, bitch,” asked Ellis thumping his manhood onto her sensitive flesh?
“Goddamn right I like it,” said Stacy thrusting her sex toward his penis as he slammed it down. The loud slapping sound of flesh on flesh filled the room.
“Our little college girl is a pain loving slut who likes having your pussy cock whipped,” said Leslie twisting Stacy’s feet causing her hip joints to scream in pain.
“Cock whip my cunt, Ellis, pound your dick on my clit,” screamed Stacy.
“We have ourselves a true pain slut, Ellis. Tell Ellis how much you want his dick in your twat,” said Leslie.
“Fuck me, Ellis, please. Ram that big dick in me. Make it hurt,” said Stacy her voice conveying her desperate need for penetration.
“Beg him to rip your pussy apart,” said Leslie bending Stacy’s legs to where her toes were touching the mattress beside her ears.
“Rip my hole till it bleeds. Show me no mercy. I need to be raped. I’m begging you to fuck me raw,” said Stacy.
Almost immediately, Stacy felt a cockhead pushing against her small opening. Stacy moaned as the head expanded her opening.
“Shit, fuck the shit out of me,” yelled Stacy squirming to fill her vagina. Later, Stacy was to recall that moment as pure lust unclouded by any other thought beyond experiencing the savagery his penis would bring to her sexual core.
“Here goes,” said Ellis shifting position to allow him to thrust forward in one brutal motion.
“Split the whore open,” said Leslie.
A loud hoarse scream escaped Stacy’s lips as she felt a column of fiery pain starting at just inside her vagina and ending deep inside her uterus.
Downstairs in his quarters, Albert was furiously pumping his aging cock as he stared at the display screen. The young lady is a screamer thought Albert and I do love it when they scream. He was watching Ellis withdraw his cock then plunge downward creating another round of anguished cries. Albert’s attention was drawn to the flickering of the hard drive as his system recorded the video frames.
“I’d like to fuck you, Miss Stacia Todd. Mine wouldn’t make you cry out like that monster of Mr. Trabert’s but you would know there was a cock inside you,” whispered Albert to the display. Albert gimbaled the joystick to aim the camera toward the top of Stacy’s head.
Leslie grows more like her mother each day observed Albert watching Leslie move her sex back and forth across the crown of Stacy’s head matting the hair down with secretions from her vagina. Periodically, Leslie rose onto her knees straddling Stacy’s face. Stacy reacted by lapping her tongue over Leslie’s opening.
“That’s right, you little whore. Eat Miss Leslie’s snatch,” said Albert watching intently as Stacy’s tongue licked the pussy resting on her face.
Albert recalled decades before when Orin Cabot returned from Europe with his beautiful bride, Margarethe, Leslie’s mother. Albert had just taken the job as second butler on the estate. Orin, a diplomat, had met her at the Ercole Polytechnic where he was teaching a course in American and French Relations. She was one of his students and she seduced the young bachelor in spite of knowing full well the wealthy American’s preference for men. While in Paris, theirs became a relationship of convenience. The presence of Margarethe provided proof against Orin’s suspected homosexuality. While Orin’s money allowed Margarethe to satisfy her lust for material comforts.
Unfortunately, Orin proved unable to satisfy the sexual needs of his much younger wife. One night Albert had awakened to find Margarethe in his bed her mouth devouring his cock. He and Margarethe became frequent lovers with Orin’s knowledge and approval. Later, after Leslie was born, Orin and Margarethe were killed in a plane crash. Now as he watched her fluids matt down Miss Todd’s hair, he recalled the copious flow Margarethe’s cunt produced. It was kind of Miss Leslie to install this camera system so I could watch her having sex thought Albert. I know how difficult her financial situation has become in the last few years.
As he stroked his cock with one hand he held a printed image of a naked Stacy looking directly at the camera with just the head of Mr. Trabert’s cock filling her mouth. It was a video frame captured when she first climbed on Leslie’s bed. He had printed several others. There was one of Stacy lying on her back masturbating. Her fingers were busily stroking her excited sex. What marvelous breasts thought Albert? She’s an incredible beauty and a slut without equal. Her sexual appetite reminds me of Margarethe.
Albert planned to ejaculate on the prints while using his digital camera to capture the image of his cock squirting cum on Stacy’s picture. He would use photo-editing software to obscure Miss Todd’s face. After that he would post the images to a WEB site dedicated to displaying amateur pornography.
“Flip her over and fuck her ass,” said Leslie having achieved her own climax from the contact between her sex and Stacy’s forehead. She had been impressed by Stacy’s reaction to Ellis’ cock. She had expected the girl to quickly retract her choice of being raped once she actually experienced the traumatic pain associated with his assault. But to the contrary, Stacy had grown more eager and demanding, thrusting her sex upward to meet Ellis’ plunging manhood.
Leslie recalled the first night she experienced the brutality of Ellis’ pile driving approach to intercourse. She was staying at a friend’s place in Hollywood. She’d met Ellis at a club on Sunset. The next morning she could barely walk.
Leslie was amazed how Stacy Todd of the respectable Weston Todds was reacting to the savage rough sex she and Ellis were dishing out. Poor Cousin Aileen had begged her to make Ellis be gentle. But they had ignored her pleas and fucked her unmercifully. Still, Aileen was a wimp compared to Stacy.
If she’s Mike Cabreeze’s whore, she has to be something special decided Leslie recalling her own experience with Mike and the Posse.
“On your knees and elbows, slut. Let’s see if you can handle a good buggering,” said Ellis as he used his strength to force her into position.
Stacy’s elbows rested on the mattress. Her knees elevated her rear toward the ceiling. She allowed her back to sink further so Ellis was looking directly down into her asshole.
Leslie used Stacy’s hair to raise her face slightly before delivering a stinging slap to the side of her face. “This is the moment of truth. I will make Ellis stop if you ask me to,” said Leslie.
“No fucking way, Rape my ass, motherfucker,” said Stacy firmly.
“Do it,” said Leslie.
Stacy screamed into the mattress as Ellis’ cock forced her sphincter, traversed her rectum painfully expanding its girth, then straightened out a turn in her large intestine. Balancing on the balls of his feet, Ellis repeatedly slammed his cock in Stacy’s butt hole, withdrawing occasionally to allow Leslie to lick and suck the cockhead stained from its journey into Stacy’s bowels.
“Ready to come,” asked Leslie as she climbed underneath Stacy positing her mouth between Stacy’s legs?
“Give me everything you got,” said Stacy.
Leslie’s mouth was sucking Stacy’s clit as her vagina-embedded fingers massaged her G-spot. Stacy was experiencing mind-blowing anal suction as Ellis fucked her ass. She felt each contraction and expansion of her bowels as the huge cock forged and re-forged its path.
“Going to come,” said Ellis announcing his imminent release.
Moments later, an orgasming Stacy felt her rectum fill with semen. His hands maintained a painful grip on her flanks as he convulsed and shook filling her bowels with come. Stacy was deep in her own climax. Her entire body was trembling with pleasure.
“Don’t move,” said Leslie. “This is going to be the peáce de resistance.”
Stacy remained still as Ellis’ shriveling cock slowly withdrew from her asshole. The instant it popped out, Stacy felt a pair of lips surround her still wide-open sphincter and begin to suck out the liquid contents. Stacy relaxed, savoring the utter depravity of the moment recalling how accounts of the Roman Emperor Tiberius’ orgies on the island of Capri had once fascinated her. Having someone suck the cum out of your ass would have met with Tiberius’ approval thought Stacy enjoying the feelings Leslie was creating in her well-fucked butt.
Leslie’s face appeared at Stacy’s side. Her puffed out cheeks reminded Stacy of a squirrel who had been very successful in her search for nuts. Stacy pressed her lips against Leslie and felt her mouth fill with the recent contents of her ass.

***

“Mike was certainly correct about our having similar tastes in the bedroom,” said Leslie squeezing the rubber bulb flat then releasing to re-fill it with the feminine hygiene solution she had just finished mixing. Several empty foil packets of douche powder littered the oversized shower floor.
“Mike certainly knows my tastes and how I taste,” said a happy, well-fucked Stacy taking a seat on the shower chair then leaning against the shower wall and raising her legs. She forked her fingers to spread her labia exposing her opening to Leslie.
“Is there anything you won’t do,” asked Leslie inserting the nozzle in Stacy’s vagina until only the large bulb was visible.
“Certainly, pedophilia and necrophilia,” said Stacy closing her eyes as Leslie squeezed the bulb filling Stacy’s pussy.
Leslie laughed as she refilled the bulb from the beaker of solution. “You should be ashamed, discriminating against the young and the dead.” Leslie filled Stacy’s vagina with a second application.
“You can’t fuck everybody. There has to be limits or civil society would collapse,” said Stacy.
“Are you sore,” asked Leslie placing her fingers at the entrance to Stacy’s vagina and rubbing gently?
“Yes,” said Stacy concentrating on holding the solution inside her.
“I admire your endurance. I stayed in bed for a full day, the first time Ellis pronged me,” said Leslie.
“I’ve been in training for rough sex by Mike and the Posse. I was gang raped by approximately thirty Hispanics a few weeks ago. That was worse.”
“How did that happen?”
“Mike Cabreeze arranged it to teach me a lesson. Here goes,” said Stacy before contracting her abdomen to expel a thin stream of water that splattered against the shower wall. Stacy apologized when she realized her spray had splattered the two of them.
“Impressive expulsion of fluids. Strange that the both of us survived an encounter with the macho culture of Latin America and lived to tell about it,” said Leslie wiping her eyes before refilling the douche and taking Stacy’s place on the shower seat.
“It was my first experience at pulling a train. They made it hurt in as many ways as they could. It went on all afternoon. My boobs were sore for a week. It was exhausting and painful. But after a while I forced myself to adapt. I started fucking back,” said Stacy inserting the douche nozzle in Leslie’s vagina.
“I shouldn’t tell you this; but Mike made a point of telling me what would happen if I crossed him or the Posse,” said Leslie contracting her abdominals to keep her vagina closed while Stacy refilled the douche.
“Something absolutely awful and disgusting I imagine,” said Stacy filling Leslie’s vagina for the second time.
“He showed me autopsy pictures of a woman whose tits and clit had been chopped off while she was alive.”
“How horrible,” said Stacy.
“Told me I’d wind up the same, maybe worse, if I ever gave him a problem. Do you think he means it or was he just trying to scare me?”
“Trust me. He means it,” said Stacy as she squeezed a second load of a feminine hygiene product into Leslie’s sex.
“I thought so. Here goes,” said Leslie spaying the tiled wall.
“So why did you get involved with Mike and the Ecstasy,” asked Stacy squeezing shampoo onto the palm of her hand then working it into lather?
“My former trust fund manager made some bad investments then stole most of what was left. Thank God the bastard is in jail. I hope someone with a cock bigger than Ellis’s butt fucks him twice a day,” said Leslie.
“Having recently visited one of our correctional institutions and seen what happens, there is a high probability you’re getting your wish,” said Stacy.
“As a result, this place is mortgaged to the hilt. I could sell the estate and get a job but whoever heard of a Boston Cabot working for a living. Besides, being a trust fund baby is the only lifestyle I know.”

***

“I’m having a charity affair next month I’d like your help on,” said Leslie. The two women were in Leslie’s dressing room. They’d finished showering and were getting dressed. Stacy was seated at a vanity applying her make-up. Leslie was drying her hair. Ellis was in the adjoining bedroom fast asleep, his enormous frame dominating the king size bed.
“Do you feel kind of hollowed out inside,” asked Leslie in a whisper as they looked at the sleeping giant? “I always do.”
“If I were to fuck an ordinary man at this point, he would have to stick his arm in my cunt for me to feel anything,” said Stacy. “What kind of charity affair? I’m awfully busy with school.” Stacy did not want to get trapped into performing tiresome tasks associated with charity galas. On several occasions, her mother had required her to help out and Stacy had not enjoyed her assignments. Licking stamps and stuffing envelopes wasn’t that exciting.
“It will require one day and night only and it’s on a weekend, nothing else, I promise,” said Leslie. “It’s for Women In Harms Way. Are you familiar with them?”
“No, I cannot say I am,” said Stacy.
“They maintain safe houses for women and their children who are fleeing abusive husbands or boy friends. Their injuries are heart breaking: cigarette burns, broken bones, missing teeth. The safe house shelters them while they relocate away from the bastard. It’s amazing how some women allow themselves to be physically and mentally abused for years before they break away.”
“I can handle one day and a night,” said Stacy wondering how long she would put up with Mike’s abuse. He hadn’t slapped her in several weeks but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t the next time they got together.
“It’s not what you think it is,” said Leslie. “After watching you with Ellis, I’d say you are going to have a very good time.”
“What happens?”
“Are you familiar with Moynahan Castle?”
“I’ve never heard of it. No, that’s wrong. I went to school with Traci Moynahan. The castle is in New Hampshire on Lake Winnipesaukee. We had a school picnic there,” said Stacy recalling the large stone structure built by the lake by the Moynahan paterfamilias three generations ago. Stacy recalled she and Michael Kerwin snuck off from the others. They made out ferociously and she even let him touch her boobs. The next day he told everyone they had sex.
“Traci will be there. She’s one of my special girls,” said Leslie. “It’s a different kind of fund raiser. Only men are invited who can afford to donate $10,000 or more.”
“Wives don’t attend,” said Stacy.
“They’re told it’s a golfing weekend and for that matter, the men do play a round of golf in the morning and afternoon. You get to caddy and have sex with them. In the afternoon, there’s a paint ball hunt,” said Leslie.
“Sounds like fun, I’ve never shot a paint ball gun,” said Stacy.
“You’re the hunted, not the hunter. The men working in pairs hunt the girls,” said Leslie.
“And what does the hunters do with their kill,” asked Stacy starting to understand Leslie’s gala was much different from her past experiences?
“They tie you to a tree and fuck you. It’s very primitive, animalistic sex. You’ll love it. Once the hunt is over, we have a sumptuous feast back at the castle. It has a medieval theme. You made be pulled under the table for a quick one between courses.”
“It is definitely not your usual fund raising event,” said Stacy.
“There is a serious moment. I make a brief financial report on Women’s In Harm’s Way describing their good work. That’s to assuage everybody’s conscience about combining charity with illicit sex. Afterwards, there is a non-stop orgy that only ends when there is not a cock left standing.”
“Ten thousand dollars seems like a lot for an afternoon and evening of sex,” said Stacy.
“It’s tax deductible, for a worthy cause, and most of the time the company or institution writes the check,” said Leslie.
“It’s certainly unlike either of the three charity galas my mother made me attend,” said Stacy.
“So please say you will do it,” said Leslie. “Several of my female friends who have helped out in the past are traveling and cannot attend. I’m desperate for female flesh.”
“Is there a chance I could run into someone who knows my family? I wouldn’t want to be recognized,” said Stacy applying eyeliner.
“Everyone except for me is on a first name basis only. These are prominent men, CEOs, bankers, financiers, college presidents, etc. They wouldn’t say a word if they did recognize you. And you must be equally discreet.”
“All right, I’ll come and come,” said Stacy checking her makeup in the mirror.
“Terrific, You don’t happen to know of anyone else who could help. Last year was the first year for this event and I had twenty-six paying attendees. This year the word has spread and I’m up to forty-three but I’m expecting as many as two dozen more. We even have a Japanese automobile executive and his senior staff flying in from Murfreesboro, Tennessee,” said Leslie.
“My roommate is a possibility,” said Stacy.
“Is she pretty, good figure,” asked Leslie?
“Very attractive and a terrific figure but she is into the Goth thing, lots of tattoos and piercing,” said Stacy. “Her labia have rings.”
“Sounds exotic, that could be very appealing to men tired of busty California blondes. Does she have any sexual hang-ups? No one wears a condom. All sex is bareback. And she should expect penetration in all three orifices,” said Leslie.
“Portia has no hang ups. I have her picture in my wallet if you would like to see it,” said Stacy reaching for her purse.
“She is hot. Is she into girls at all?” asked Leslie looking at Portia’s photo.
“Yes, she and I have great sex,” said Stacy. “She gives the best head at Harvard and given the number of pussy eating dykes enrolled in the college, that’s saying something.”
“I’m considering doing a similar thing in the spring for lesbians. You’d be surprised how many female CEO’s are strictly into women. But let’s hold that for now. I’ll give you two information packets. If Portia is interested, email me. ”
Chapter 36 Mariposa’s

“Are you sure you’re up for this,” asked Portia as she and Stacy approached the entrance to Mariposa’s, a lesbian nightclub located on a side street just off Harvard Square. It was an unusually warm spring evening and the square was busy for a Sunday night.
“I’m good,” said Stacy. “My orifices have fully recovered from Ellis’ awesome cock-pounding. I’m looking forward to a quiet evening of munching pussy.”
“Your female plumbing has amazing powers of recuperation. But consider yourself warned. Tonight may be anything but quiet,” said Portia recalling how last night Stacy had walked in bow legged and sore from her encounter with Ellis Trabert. She had applied a soothing ointment to Stacy’s inflamed and over stretched vulva and anus. The next morning Stacy had surprised her by agreeing to meet Esther Wolfenson and Natasha Schransky, another El Al stewardess at the club.
“Have you been here before,” asked Stacy?
“No, but its supposed to be rather trendy and upscale, nothing like Vixens,” said Portia referring to the better-known lesbian leather bar located across the Charles River in Boston’s Kendall Square. Vixens had a well-deserved reputation for bar fights and back room rapes of innocent young femmes and lipstick lesbians.
“I’ve never been to Vixens either. Does it deserve its reputation?”
“I’ve only been once. I took my sister there when she came to see me last fall. She had a great time but she’s a combat Marine. I’d say it merits its reputation as the toughest dyke bar on the East Coast outside of New York.”
“So what was it like?”
“Hard core man-hating butch femme, picture this. The oak bar has a medical specimen jar on each end. One contains a single set of severed cock and balls floating in formaldehyde. They’re absolutely enormous,” said Portia using her hands to illustrate the length.
“Perhaps one of Ellis Trabert’s relatives, what’s in the other?”
“It’s packed with tiny sets of severed male parts. They must be hundreds of little testicles and penises. Some diesel must have chopped off the privates of several Boy Scout troops. Leather dykes auto-orgasm the first time they see castration remains.”
“God, I wonder where they bought something like that,” asked Stacy?’
“eBay probably, they sell everything under the sun. Preserved body parts are in demand especially with people who watch the 24/7 media all the time.”
“How macabre? We have to go there sometime,” said Stacy.
“Not a good idea, the boyz will take you in the back room and double fist you until the sun comes up. You’ll shit funny for a month,” said Portia.
“What exactly are boyz?” asked Stacy having heard the term before and unsure what it meant?
“Lesbians so committed to the lifestyle they have their breasts surgically removed thereby avoiding any possibility of breast cancer. I suppose it’s a way of making a statement,” said Portia. “No tit means you are just as much a man as the next girl.”
“That’s too extreme for me,” said Stacy looking shocked while pulling Portia close for an affectionate hug. “I like sex with girls in general and you in particular but it doesn’t make me want to put my boobs in a paper cutter and pull the handle.”
“Ouch, what a horrible thought, trust me there will be a few boyz here tonight and they will be aggressive,” said Portia protectively putting her arm over her breasts.
“How would a boyz at Mariposa’s act different from one at Vixen’s,” asked Stacy?
“A Mariposa boyz will ask if you would like to be fisted and if you say yes, gently work their hand inside finger by finger until their fist is in your hole.”
“And a Vixen boyz?”
“She won’t ask. She and her fellow boyz will rip your clothes off and slap you bloody. Some of the more vicious boyz like to break a femme’s nose for starters and use the blood as lubricant. They’ll hold you down and take turns forcing their doubled up fist into your vagina while you scream your lungs out,” said Portia.
“You saw them do that to someone,” asked Stacy?
“Yes, a pair of Tuft’s coeds wandered into Vixens thinking it was just another girl bar. The crowd was drunk and mean. As it turned out, my sister Connie was the first to make a move on them. When they politely refused her offer to buy them a beer, it became time to teach the bitches who was their momma. They took them in the back room and I followed.”
“Lesbian rape, a favorite male fantasy, seems odd in a way,” mused Stacy.
“Thank God, someone applied lube to this little redhead’s vagina or Connie might have ruptured something. She didn’t wear gloves; just made a fist and pushed. It was like reverse child birth.”
“You can really force your closed fist into a woman’s vagina,” asked Stacy?
“Yes, if you’re a ripped Marine like Connie and you don’t mind listening to ear splitting screams,” said Portia.
“That’s one of your more interesting stories. I may try fisting tonight but the Mariposa version. We’re here,” said Stacy observing the building number above the door. There was no other signage.
“Did Esther mention what part of Russia Natasha was from,” asked Portia as they stepped into the club doorway?
“St. Petersburg, but her family emigrated to Israel when she was fourteen,” said Stacy pressing the button as she looked directly at the security camera. She opened the door immediately when the electric lock buzzed. They stepped inside a small security alcove.
They found themselves facing a tall powerfully built woman dressed in a tuxedo and carrying a metal detecting wand. There was a pink carnation in her lapel. A plastic badge clipped to her breast pocket read, “Security”. In spite of the flower in her lapel, her size and demeanor gave the impression she wouldn’t tolerate any nonsense.
“Identification, please,” asked Security prompting Stacy and Portia to hand over their driver’s licenses.
“Hold your arms out straight, please,” said Security to Stacy once she confirmed they met the age requirement.
Stacy did as she was instructed, remaining quiet as the tone of the wand rose when it passed over her jewelry.
“You’re clean. Raise your skirt, please,” said Security once the search for weapons was complete.
“What,” asked Stacy uncertain she had heard right?
“It’s Commando Night, third Sunday of the month,” said Security using the wand to point toward a sign above the cashier’s booth that not only announced it was the third Sunday but also the ten dollar cover.
“I didn’t know it was Commando night,” said Stacy raising her mid thigh, pleated skirt to reveal her underpants. She’d chosen the skirt because it was a thin shimmering material that flared out when she danced.
“Sorry but they got to go if you want inside. Only commandos get in tonight,” said Security.
“I should have checked their WEB site, Stacy,” said Portia lifting her skirt to grab the waistband of her underpants and push them down.
“No problem,” said Stacy stepping out of her cream-colored sheer lace panty and handing it to Security. Stacy attributed the spot of wetness in the crotch to Portia’s account of her night at Vixen’s.
“I’ll see you get these back,” said Security taking both panty in one hand then placing them at her nostrils and inhaling deeply before commenting, “One of the few perks of the job.”
Portia and Stacy watched slightly amazed as Security placed their panty in clear plastic food storage bags after neatly printing their names with a felt tip pen. Next, she opened a file drawer and placed the bags in an alphabetized folder.
Stacy insisted on paying both cover charges as the detecting wand sensed Portia’s piercings. Portia, eager to demonstrate her sang-froid and thinking it would be fun to tease Security widened her stance and stood quietly waiting for the inevitable exchange.
You must have fun getting through airport security,” said Security reaching her hand inside Portia’s shirt to fondle her nipple. As she gave a gentle tug to the gold circle, Portia quietly moaned.
“Oh God, body searches really turn me on. On my last flight, the screener was so thorough I climaxed during the cavity search,” said Portia pressing her breasts against Security’s hand. “She said I wasn’t the first to get off while she was making sure I didn’t have a box cutter in my box.”
“Working the door is what I like best about this job,” said Security moving the wand to Portia’s crotch where it sounded a loud squeal.
“Please be extra thorough,” said Portia raising her skirt to her waist and holding it there.
“Nice set of rings,” said Security kneeling on one knee to closely inspect her labia
“Go ahead. You’re getting me super horny. Will the club be crowded tonight,” asked Portia as Security examined the ring in her clitoris to confirm it wasn’t a grenade pin?
“Packed, weather’s good and tomorrow is a Monday holiday. Plus we always get a good turnout on Commando Night,” said Security placing two fingers at the entrance to Portia’s vagina and pressing slightly. “I have to make sure you’re not concealing something.”
“Keep it up and you’ll make me come,” said Portia pressing her sex against Security’s hand forcing her fingers deeper. Portia widened her stance further, tightened her buttocks and rotated her pelvis while contracting her pelvic floor thereby informing Security her touch was most welcome.
“That’s the idea. I’d like to buy you a drink when I get my break. That is if your partner doesn’t mind,” said Security rubbing the moistened pads of her fingers across Portia’s clitoris.
“I don’t mind; but we are meeting a couple of friends,” said Stacy.
“Well, here’s my number for later, I’m Marcia,” said Marcia handing Portia a small card she removed from the inside pocket of her jacket.
“Thanks, Marcia, I’m Portia and this is Stacy, but you already know that from checking our Ids,” said Portia before kissing Marcia on the lips. The two embraced with Marcia’s hand firmly pressed against Portia’s bare sex. Portia jumped up wrapping her legs around Marcia whose one handed crotch hold easily supported her. The two females engaged in some serious snogging.
“For Christ’s sake, Marcia, fuck the bitch later,” said the Cashier. “There’s someone waiting outside. I’ve got to let them in.”
The door buzzer sounded, interrupting what was becoming a heated lesbian encounter. Marcia reluctantly removed her hand from Portia’s crotch returning her to standing. Four laughing young females obviously a little drunk, slipped inside the heavy metal door.
“Oh, let me smell her, Marcia, please,” said one of the four grabbing Marcia’s hand and bringing it to her nose. Marcia laughed allowing each of the four to smell Portia’s sex.
“Eau de slut,” laughed one of her friends, as she smelled Marcia’s fingers. “She smells nasty. Hey, nasty girl, I want to eat your pussy.”
“Maybe later,” said Portia following Stacy into the club.
“You too, blonde girl friend, can I be your bitch? I can touch the tip of my nose with my tongue,” shouted one of the other girls at Stacy?
“We’ll see,” said Stacy being non-committal but starting to realize the night was going to be more sexually active than she anticipated. Looking back she saw the girl demonstrating she could easily reach her nose with the tip of her tongue.
“Quiet down. If you dykes cause any commotion tonight, I’ll kick your butts out of here,” said Marcia.
“We’ll be good. Search me like you did the nasty girl,” said one of the girls turning around and bending at the waist in a wide legged stance making her panty less sex both visible and available. Forked fingers parted her labia as her index finger opened her vagina.
“You four squat and spread. I need to make sure you’re not carrying a concealed weapon,” said Marcia stepping forward to insert two fingers into the offered orifices.
“Don’t forget to check my brownie,” said one of the girls.
When Stacy glanced over her shoulder she saw the other three had imitated their friend. Marcia was using both hands to finger fuck two pussies at the same time. Her thumb was pressing against their sphincters. The thought occurred to Stacy that if one girl brought a case of gonorrhea into the club tonight, they’d all be lining up for a shot next week.
“This may turn out to be a very interesting evening. You made a conquest before we even got inside,” said Stacy looking around trying to locate Esther in the crowd.
“Couldn’t help it. Marcia’s nose detected I have entered my spring rut. Bull dykes can smell a pussy in rut a mile away. She took advantage of my need to breed,” said Portia.
“There they are,” said Stacy spotting Esther and friend at a table near the dance floor.
A few minutes later, the introductions had been made and a round of drinks delivered by the mannishly dressed waitress. The foursome was seated together their bare legs touching. Natasha immediately established her intentions by hooking her leg over Portia’s separating them then reaching up her skirt to feel her sex where she made a discovery.
“Rings, I love pussy rings and you’re so nice and wet, already,” said Natasha after sliding her hand up to Portia’s crotch and carefully feeling her hardware. “I would be ringed but the airline won’t allow it.”
“You’re the second person tonight to express interest in Portia’s labial hardware,” said Stacy. “I can say from experience they add a lot to going down on her.”
“Who was the first,” asked Esther? “I thought you just got here.”
“Marcia, the large femme working security at the entrance,” said Portia. “She performed a cavity search. That’s why I’m wet.”
“I thought she was going down on Portia right then and there,” said Stacy. “It was lust at first sight.”
“I’m jealous already. Portia, isn’t that a Slav name? You know the Goths who sacked Rome were all Russians,” said Natasha draping her long slender arm over Portia’s shoulder to pull her closer. Natasha was tall, slightly over six feet and thin as a run way model. She was strikingly beautiful and appeared to have an immediate attraction to the shorter and different looking Portia.
“Yes, that’s true,” said Portia not wanting to take the time to explain that the Visigoths who breached Rome’s walls and pillaged the city had absolutely nothing to do with the kids who dressed in black, dyed their hair odd colors, had multiple piercings and tattoos and wore white make-up. Portia quickly concluded Natasha unlike Stacy was not as smart as she was beautiful.
“I always come here to party,” said Esther looking around at the crowd. “The girls are so young and sexy especially you.” Esther ended the remark by kissing Stacy. Stacy returned the kiss.
The club was quickly filling up. Stacy was surprised at the lewdness on display. Several of the patrons were already dancing topless. Others were raising their skirts to expose their sex to their partners. Intense groping was occurring everywhere. The eroticism and sexual energy exceeded anything Stacy had ever encountered in a normal club.
School and life in general had been a grind the last few weeks. Stacy’s dealing with Mike and the Posse plus the Olympic trials and Portia’s intense preparation for a major classical competition had left both in need of a night on the town. But it was something they hadn’t realized until that moment.
“Let’s do shots and get loosened up,” said Portia signaling for the waitress to return.
“Order two each, I want to get wild and have fun,” said Stacy placing her hand on Esther’s inner thigh and squeezing it gently.
“I have to warn you I lose control when I drink,” said Natasha.
“One time in Paris, Natasha got so drunk, these Algerian girls took her in the back room and made her eat pussy until she passed out,” said Esther spreading her legs to allow Stacy’s hand to reach her sex.
“Algerians love to have their ass eaten too. They’re so anal and you wouldn’t believe how hairy they are. Nobody shaves their cunt in Algiers,” said Natasha matter of factly.
Stacy took a moment to take in her surroundings. It was her first visit to a gay nightclub. The crowd was a good mix of lesbian types. The local colleges were well represented by femmes in their twenties dressed in shorter skirts that displayed slender bronzed legs kept in shape by daily runs along the banks of the Charles River. At the bar, watching the dance floor and eyeing the coeds hungrily were the older women. Lawyers, doctors, professors and business executives were dressed in expensive designer clothes. There were also a small number of butch types with cropped hair and a decidedly masculine look.
“The women at the bar remind me of predators on the Serengeti,” said Stacy noticing that several were looking at her table.
“I had an affair with an older married woman last year,” said Esther feeling mellow and talkative due to the tequila and Stacy’s slow stroking of her sex.
“What was it like,” asked Stacy as she slipped a finger into Esther’s opening twisting it to stimulate the nerve endings?
“Having a new mother, except she wanted to make love all the time. She bought me this,” said Esther holding up her wrist to display a jewel encrusted Concord watch.
“Very elegant,” said Stacy wondering if Esther’s desire for expensive baubles was what led her to smuggle Ecstasy for Mike Cabreeze.
“It’s beautiful,” said Portia looking at the watch while spreading her legs wider then placing her hand on the back of Natasha’s pressing it hard against her pussy as she closed her legs squeezing Natasha’s hand.
“You little slut. Are all Goth’s so eager,” asked Natasha working her fingers past the slippery entrance?
“This one certainly is,” said Portia contracting her sex around Natasha’s long delicate fingers.
“I felt like a prostitute for accepting it but I felt I earned it. Her husband found out about us and threatened to kill me. He was a rabbi,” said Esther slipping her hand up Stacy’s shirt to take hold of her braless breast.
“I am so horny. Maybe we should have skipped the club and gone to our place and screwed,” said Stacy reacting to Esther’s fingers pinching her nipple.
“I thought you wanted to dance,” said Portia.
“I do. I want to dance and make love until I can’t come any more,” said Stacy.
“Oh, I almost forgot. I have some Ecstasy,” said Esther reaching in her purse to extract a small phial of white pills.
“Always wanted to try E,” said Portia reaching out her palm.
“Why not? I won’t be drug tested for six months,” said Stacy taking two of the pills.
“Everyone remember to drink plenty of water. E dehydrates you,” said Portia raising her shot glass.
“We do it together,” said Natasha popping the pills in her mouth then raising her shot of tequila.
“Nastrovia,” said Portia tossing down the shot.
“Let’s grind,” said Stacy pulling Esther upright to lead her toward the dance floor.
The floor was crowded when Esther and Stacy got up to dance. Portia and Natasha stayed at the table engaged in a torrid make out session. Both girls’ short skirts were hiked up to their waists. Natasha raised Portia’s cotton shirt then aggressively attacked her nipples with her mouth. The presence of Natasha’s hand stroking and invading her vagina along with the erotic pain of having her ringed nipples sucked with a degree of animal ferocity quickly aroused Portia bringing her to the edge of an orgasm.
“I want you to come. I eat you first,” said Natasha slipping off the chair onto the floor taking a position between Portia’s legs.
Natasha is certainly uninhibited thought Portia sipping her drink. But she’s not the only woman giving head right out where everyone can see. Other women had slipped under the small cocktail tables to perform orally.
“How’s she doing,” asked a California blonde who was standing nearby? The woman stepped closer and leaned down to get a better look.
“She’s from St. Petersburg. She’s showing me how Russians eat pussy,” answered an already slightly inebriated Portia.
“I’m Kathy. Mind if I join you,” asked Kathy? Not waiting for an answer she stepped up on the cushion facing Portia. Straddling her she raised her skirt to expose her clean-shaven sex. “Eat me, bitch, while your bitch eats you.”
The command, “Eat me, bitch” was one Portia was going to hear often before the night was over. Portia parted Kathy’s sex with her thumbs as she brought her mouth into contact with the warm flesh. She immediately observed she was not the first to perform orally on Kathy that evening. Makeup, saliva, and glandular secretions blended into a perfume any experienced oral lover of the female sex would recognize. Portia found the scent more intoxicating than the most expensive fragrances from Paris. Her olfactory nerve notified the brain that in turn routed the message to her Bartholin glands. They reacted by increasing the flow of their secretions. The viscous liquid found its way to Natasha’s tongue elevating her lust and encouraging her to increase the depth her delicately tapered fingers were thrusting into Portia’s vagina.
Standing straddle of Portia, Kathy congratulated herself on selecting the pretty Goth girl to eat her pussy. Her first choice, the curly haired Italian dyke, had proven nowhere near as skilled. Seeking to maximize her lust, Kathy lifted her shirt to expose her breasts. A firm believer self-induced breast torture made for good sex, Kathy’s thumb and forefinger grasped each tiny peak pulling it outward while twisting her wrist in one direction and then the other. A loud hiss of pain accompanied the angling of the fingertip to bring the sharp edge of the afternoon’s expensive French manicure to bear. The knife like edge bisected the soft tissue creating a dual sensation of pain and pleasure. Kathy’s body unable to ignore such exquisite sensation forced the lungs to empty post haste. Rapidly moving air past parted lips created a hissing sound loud enough to be heard by those nearby.
The presence of Natasha’s finger in her anus encouraged Portia to determine whether Kathy would welcome similar penetration. She dipped her first two fingers of her left hand into the warm wet well of life coating them thoroughly. Slowly they traveled back toward the orifice whose violation not all welcomed. A non-verbal answer arrived quickly. Kathy rotated her pelvis forward closing the distance bringing Portia’s digits in direct contact with the wrinkled flesh. Kathy unwilling to rely on such subtlety leaned down to kiss Portia passionately before whispering in her ear, “Put your fingers in my shit hole. Show me what an ass whore you are.”
Portia, whether from lust, the Ecstasy and tequila, her need for temporary relief from stress, or a combination of all, embraced the realm of her senses and gave herself completely to it.
The three females formed a totem of erotic pleasure that began at Kathy’s nipples and ended inside Natasha’s finger filled vagina. It was not long before the three experienced the first of many of the night’s climaxes.

***

“I’ve got to have you now. I want you to get me off,” said Stacy taking Esther’s hand and leading her toward the back of the club. Grinding her sex against the top of Esther’s bare thigh had a predictable effect on Stacy. After several songs including one slow sensuous rumba, Stacy’s inflamed body demanded sex that would lead to her climax.
In spite of the fact Esther was the older and more experienced female, Stacy felt the desire to dominate her and somehow she sensed that was what Esther wanted. Maybe it was the way Esther offered her body as they danced, taking positions that allowed Stacy to bring her sex in contact with different parts of her anatomy.
Stacy had begun to realize something basic in her was evolving. When she was with Mike, she submitted to his will but with others she felt the need to be dominant. “The mate of the alpha wolf becomes the female alpha of the pack,” was how Portia explained the change. “The other females give way to the alpha male’s bitch. That’s why I’m your bitch.”
“You are my dear friend and lover, Portia. I would never think of you as anything else,” said Stacy firmly.
However, Stacy found herself turned on by the idea of dominating Esther who turned out to be an excellent dancer. They made a striking pair as they danced in the middle of the too crowded dance floor. They touched and teased one another as the music switched between salsa, meringue, cha- cha, and rumba. Their bolero was electric and others quit dancing to watch forming a circle around the two. It was warm on the dance floor and the smell of female sweat and musk filled the air.
They raised their shirts to bare their breasts during a slow rumba. The sensation of touching their nipples proved intensely erotic. During faster dances, other dancers joined them and Stacy slid her wet sex up the top of girls’ thighs she had never met. Even in the dim light, she could see the silvery sheen of her fluids as she molded her labia over firm muscle. Slow dances were spent wrapped in Esther’s arms passionately kissing, placing their hands on each other’s buttocks pressing their sexes together in wild desperation. Stacy’s lust built until it was out of control.
Earlier Stacy had noticed couples entering and leaving a small archway in the back of the club. “What’s back there, Esther,” asked Stacy gesturing toward the darkened doorway?
“The back room, we can go in there and have sex. There are cushions and ottomans,” said an aroused Esther.
The room was far enough from the dance floor the music was muffled. It was so dark Stacy had no idea of the size of the room or how many people were present. Even after Stacy’s exceptional vision had adjusted to the lack of light, she could only make out the dim outlines of bodies pressed up against the wall or kneeling on the floor. Soft shapeless chairs and couches occupied the center of the room. Moans and the sounds of mouths performing oral sex surrounded Stacy.
Stacy’s leg bumped against an unoccupied ottoman. Stacy sat down pulling Esther into a kneeling position between her legs.
“I want to be your bitch,” said Esther placing her hands on Stacy’s bare knees and bowing her head in submission.
“You are my bitch. Here, taste my pussy,” said Stacy placing her fingers in her vagina then between Esther’s lips. Esther took them into her mouth and sucked hungrily.
“You taste so good,” said Esther.
Stacy raised her hips slightly as she hiked up her skirt. Placing her hands on the side of Esther’s head she forced the woman’s face to her sex.
“Eat me, bitch, and don’t neglect my butthole,” said Stacy turning Esther’s head from side to side as she forced it between her labia. “Smear my pussy all over your face.”
Stacy changed positions lying back on the ottoman enjoying Esther’s experienced and busy tongue moving from her clitoris to her anus. It took only minutes for Stacy to climax. Stacy controlled her breath Tantric style to maintain her orgasm for as long as she could before finally collapsing back onto the ottoman.
“Switch, I want to eat my slut’s cunt,” said Stacy once her orgasm subsided. She placed her hands on Esther’s hips lifting her to a seated position. Stacy sensed Esther preferred a sexual partner who took charge and controlled the flow of events.
“I’m so wet,” moaned Esther.
The heavy volume of fluids oozing from Esther’s sex caused Stacy to agree. “My bitch’s cunt is flowing cause she’s a wanton whore.” Stacy’s probing tongue and fingers captured puddles of Esther’s essence she savored for a few seconds before swallowing.
Esther’s climax was accompanied by loud stream of Hebrew expletives. Stacy worked to prolong her orgasm; twisting her index finger in Esther’s anus as the fingers of her other hand rubbed the G-spot.
“That was incredible,” said Esther once her climax subsided. Stacy climbed up on the ottoman and took Esther in her arms. They lay side by side gently kissing.
“Are you the Jew bitch that just got off,” asked someone standing close by? Stacy could see the outline of a very large person towering over them.
“I’m an Israeli,” said Esther.
“I’m from the US. My friend is Jewish but I’m not. So what?” asked Stacy angry at the impolite question.
“Don’t get you pussy in an uproar, sweetheart. I was born in Tel Aviv but I live here now. You two lipstick lesbians lay there and let Sarah take care of you.” Sarah knelt down on the floor. She took a long lick of both girls’ vulva. “Juicy, just like I like them.”
“Are you up for this,” asked Stacy to Esther?
“Sure, why not,” answered Esther. “Let her do the both of us.”
“Go ahead, Sarah, show us what you can do,” said Stacy as she and Esther crunched up to embrace Sarah and kiss her. Even in the dark, Stacy could tell Sarah was a large woman with broad shoulders and thick muscular arms. It was when Stacy lifted her shirt that she made a discovery. Instead of breasts there were thin ridges of scar tissue covering ripped pectorals. Surprised, Stacy halted for a moment.
“No boobs, I had them chopped,” said Sarah. “Turn you off?”
“No, not at all, but its my first time with a boyz,” said Stacy recalling Portia’s explanation. “I’m a little curious.”
“Me too, it feels nice and hard. I like it,” said Esther reaching between Sarah’s legs to feel her warm sex. “You have a chest like a man but a nice warm cunt.” Esther took the small hard nipple in her mouth and sucked it. Stacy began sucking on the other one.
“That’s cause I fuck pretty girls like a man would, except I don’t have a cock: but I do have nice slender hands,” said Sarah. “Lay back. I’ll fist both of you.”
It’s a week of having big things in my orifices thought Stacy as she along with Esther reclined on the couch and resumed kissing. Its seems odd I’m willing to allow a complete stranger to put her hand in my vagina. Maybe it’s the Ecstasy. I read where it makes you super friendly.
Stacy and Esther watched as Sarah opened a sterile package of surgical gloves.”
“Blow for luck,” said Sarah holding the base of the glove toward Esther. Esther blew in the glow inflating it. Sarah slipped the glove on then offered the other glove to Stacy. “Blow”
The odd ritual complete, Esther and Stacy returned to kissing as Sarah prepared to fist fuck them.
“What’s that, Sarah,” asked Stacy feeling something soft slide in her vagina?
“The greatest advance in the technology of fist fucking since the introduction of petroleum jelly. It’s a eight ounce stick of Crisco, a hydrogenated shortening made with vegetable oil,” said Sarah sliding a second stick in Stacy’s vagina before inserting two sticks in Esther.
“Have you ever been fisted before, asked Esther?
“No, have you,” asked Stacy?
“Yes, it fun once you get used to having something that big inside you. Just try to relax.”
“Need any help, Sarah,” said another voice standing beside Sarah?
“Sure, Liz, I only got two hands and there’s four holes. You do the Jew girl.”
“Which one’s the Jewess?” asked Liz.
“Esther, tell Liz in Hebrew you want her to stick her fist in your Jew pussy and ass,” said Sarah.
Esther broke into a long Hebrew sentence. The only word Stacy recognized was Liz.
“Jew girls make the hottest lesbians,” said Liz pushing three fingers in Esther’s vagina. “Give me a couple of sticks of ass grease, Sarah.”
“You’re right. We do,” said Esther exhaling to relax her sex for what was coming.
“I saw you two on the dance floor. You were hot. As soon as you headed to the back room I followed,” said Sarah. “After you got each other off I knew you’d be ready for me.”
“Are you a boyz, too,” asked Stacy rising to reach toward Liz’s chest. Stacy found something terribly erotic about the idea of undergoing a dual mastectomy to confirm your commitment to lesbianism. Its irreversible nature fascinated her.
“Yeah, want to feel my scars,” said Liz taking Stacy’s hand and guiding it toward her bare chest.
“Liz had her tits chopped two month ago. The incisions are still healing.”
“I can feel them,” said Stacy using her tongue to trace the rough incision scar underneath the nipple.
“Go ahead and lick them all you want. Some dykes are into surgical scars. Are you one of those?”
“Scars are beautiful,” said Stacy moaning in erotic pleasure as she passed her mouth over both scars. Her tongue sensed the small holes left by the sutures.
“You’re out on the edge for a femme,” said Sarah inserting a stick of shortening in Stacy’s anus then forcing it inside.
“It feels cold,” said Stacy reacting to the presence in her rectum of an object decidedly below room temperature.
“It is. I modify the sticks I use for the butthole. I form one end into the shape of a bullet then freeze them. You can’t push a soft stick of shortening past a tight sphincter unless you use a speculum. I carry a cold pack to keep them firm until I’m ready to put them where they’ll do the most good.”
“I love having my ass filled with cold Crisco,” said Esther reacting to the invasion of her anal cavity.
“Your body heat warms the sticks in a minute or less. I can feel the cold in your ass through the wall of your pussy,” said Sarah pressing the pads of the two fingers in Stacy’s vagina against the bottom tissue. Sarah’s mouthparts were aggressively attacking Stacy’s vulva. Her teeth tugged and twisted her labia. She sucked painfully hard on Stacy’s clit.
“You should write a how to article for Cosmopolitan describing your fisting techniques,” said Stacy.
“Learned all I know from a diesel dyke named Rhonda Towers,” said Sarah inserting a second stick of frozen shortening in Stacy’s rectum.
“And Sarah taught me,” said Liz adding a second stick to Esther’s anal cavity.
“Relax and enjoy. Play with your clit while I open you up,” said Sarah adding a third finger to the inside of Stacy’s vagina as she inserted a finger in Stacy’s ass causing her to sound a loud moan. Stacy licked the tip of two fingers then reached down to rub her clitoris with a circular motion.
“Bad pussy, bad pussy,” said Stacy spanking her clit hard with an open palm.
“You are one hot piece,” said Sarah listening to the sound of Stacy’s hand impacting her flesh. “We’re going to get along fine.” Sarah added a fourth finger to the three inside Stacy’s vagina pushing hard to cause her entrance to relax and expand.
Esther moaned a Hebrew phrase as Liz rotated the three fingers in her rectum. From somewhere in the dark, a woman responded with a high-pitched moan in a different language. Esther replied in the woman’s language.
“Mandarin,” whispered Esther to Stacy preempting her question.
“You speak Mandarin,” asked Stacy?
“Not fluently, I used to fly to Beijing. Do you speak any foreign languages?”
“Only Spanish, this is wild,” said Stacy taking a deep breath as Sarah pressed four fingers inside her vagina. Sarah tapped her fingertips against the wall of the vagina and rectum creating a drumming sensation.
“You doing all right, beautiful,” asked Sarah?
“Yes, its wonderful. I love it,” said Stacy adjusting the tilt of her pelvis.
“I’m in all but the thumb,” said Sarah twisting her hand from side to side.
“I want it all,” said Stacy reacting to her growing need to feel filled to the point of bursting.
“You got all five,” said Sarah after slowly wedging the tip of her thumb inside then moving it forward past the first knuckle.
“I’m five inside too,” said Liz. “You ready for the rest?”
“Do it,” said Esther rhythmically contracting and relaxing her opening.
“Do me at the same time,” said Stacy aware that Sarah’s fingers and thumb were inside her up to the third knuckle. Stacy reached one hand out to grasp Esther’s nipple pinching it hard. Esther immediately did the same to her breast.
“Here goes,” said Sarah applying considerable forward pressure as she twisted her hand.
“Oh God, I love it,” said Stacy spanking her clit hard as she felt Sarah’s hand painfully pass inside her. There was a slight sense of relief as her opening closed around the narrower wrist. Stacy took a moment to absorb the sensation of having a hand in her.
“It’s a wonderful feeling. Isn’t it,” asked Esther?
“Yes, it’s divine. It’s almost ethereal,” said Stacy relaxing as Sarah barely moved her hand creating waves of a never experienced form of pleasure.
“Ready for the other hole,” asked Sarah?
“Yes, let’s do the double,” said Stacy.
“It’s really amazing when both hands are in your body,” said Ester.
“This hurts so good. I’m in heaven and hell at the same time,” said Stacy as Sarah added fingers to those already past her sphincter.
“The fist in your butt feels different from the one in your vagina,” said Esther.
“Inhale, hold it for a five seconds then a slow exhale,” said Sarah adding her thumb to the digits stretching Stacy’s sphincter.
It took almost a dozen repetitions of the breath cycle before Stacy and Esther’s sphincter closed around the women’s wrists.
“This is fabulous,” said Stacy excited her orifices each contained a human hand. Stacy turned her head toward Esther and spoke. “I’m glad we could share this experience together, Esther. This is special.”
“Ready for the plow,” asked Sarah?
“Yes, plow me,” said Stacy having no idea what she had just agreed to.
Sarah slowly formed her gloved hands into fists. “Are you sure you’re ready, Stacy?”
“Yes, oh hell yes, I love it,” said Stacy.
Sarah and Liz began a slow back and forth alternating movement. Stacy felt the onset of a powerful climax as the fist inside her vagina reached her cervix while the one in her anus teased her sphincter. Seconds later, the anal fist was several inches into her rectum while its mate was twisting around just inside the vaginal opening.
“Focus,” whispered Stacy intent on extracting every last drop of sensation from the experience.
“These girls know how to enjoy it,” said Liz.
“I’m going deeper this time,” said Sarah forcing her hands well past the wrist.
Stacy groaned as Sarah’s fist reached the back of her cervix pressing against the side. She groaned louder when the other fist traveled to her bowels.
“I’m going to come,” said Esther.
“Go ahead. Release everything you got,” said Liz.
Sarah leaned forward to take Stacy’s clit in her mouth. She sucked with enough force that under difference circumstances it would have been painful. But Stacy’s senses were so overloaded it didn’t register. Both she and Esther clung together as they experienced a long loud orgasm.
“Go ahead and scream, Stacy,” said Sarah as loud cries filled the room.
The hands were removed only after the orgasm subsided
“That was amazing, Sarah. What can I do for you,” asked Stacy when she had recovered enough to speak?
“69, eat me while you face fuck me with your cunt,” said Sarah.
“The same, mount my face and ride for the cavalry,” said Liz.
The foursome exchanged positions. Stacy and Esther were on top in the classic sixty-nine position. Both boyz soon climaxed. That was followed by a period where the foursome lay together kissing.
“Back to the dance floor,” said Stacy standing up pulling Esther with her.


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