Jules turned the phonograph on and the wailing of some nameless jazz singer put the room into deeper darkness. Conrad held a match to Maurice' s joint and Maurice gasped the fumes in. He took another drag and handed the cigarette to Gloria.
" Ladies second."
Her eyes opened wide as she took the offering. She prayed it would cool her cunt. Her heart and vagina thumped she pulled a deep drag into her lungs, holding the smoke till her chest ached. She made a sucking sound of gasped ecstasy. Lovely as a fuck. Her head grew heavy, and at the second puff, she looked up at the three men, who suddenly seemed far and strange.
" Oh man, I love to see lipstick on a roach," said Jules.
" Gives it class," added Maurice.
Conrad silently rolled another joint and Gloria let her shoes fall to the foot of the couch. She stretched out, put her head on Jules' thigh. The muscle in his trousers jumped and he ran his fingers through her hair. Someone passed Gloria another bone and she inhaled with sensuous pleasure, not noticing the heat in her chest… only the slow warm flow, deep in her cunt.
" Unbutton me, Jules," she murmured, " my pants are tight." He felt around her waist until he came to the button. He pulled it roughly and opened her snug pants. He started to take his hand away until she said, " No, don' t."
He pressed his palm against her smooth belly. " Gloria, what happened to you that obviously should have happened to you a long time ago?"
" None of your Jesuit questioning. Just be glad that I got my calling."
I' ve got to have him. I' ve got to have him. He' s known me so long, he may feel strange about fucking me. Like fucking a sister. But I' ve never known any of them really. I won' t know them till I' ve seen the face on their pricks and suck them dry. Oh God, what am I thinking? I want them to all fuck me. I wish they could all get in my cunt at once. I want them to push and come in me till they wipe out the imprint of his prick. I hope they fit tight and hard the way his did, so my flesh enfolds them like a flower. A man- eating flower.
Jules' hand suddenly twisted into her cunt hairs. He opened his fingers and cupped the raised, covered mound. One finger felt her pouting wetness. " Oh, baby, you got a mysterious cunt." His finger rubbed up and down against her stiffened clitoris. He moved his thumb in and pinched the naked mound. His fingers then moved faster and faster against and into her taut lips. She felt the muscles of her body expand, and her legs stretched apart. A cigarette was placed in her mouth and she pulled the smoke jealously into her.
" Shall Maurice and I cut?"
She heard Jules answer as if from a great distance. " I guess so. It looks like my night."
" No!" her voice sounded hollow. " No, stay. I want you all to get in me."
Jules' voice was angry. " When I finish with a girl, she doesn' t feel like screwing anyone else."
" Well, let' s wait and see, darling. If I don' t feel like fucking anymore, I' ll stop. I' ll even give you a medal."
" Jesus, baby. Are you a nympho? I hate screwing a nympho. It' s like getting your cock caught in a sieve."
She put her hand down his pants and wrapped it around his stiffened prick. It was thick and dry and hot in her palm. She clutched at it and moved her fisted hand up and down against his pole. She squeezed harder as he grew more massive under her grasp.
" Worry about what my cunt is doing to you later. Just get in me, you idiot, or I' ll rip this gorgeous prick right out." She threw herself across him and tore his pants open. His fat prick stood upright, and she lowered her mouth to encircle it. It tasted rich and musty in her mouth. Already his juices oozed from the tip in anticipation of the eruption to come. He pulled his hand away from her throbbing cunt and she gasped at the empty feeling that shot into her.
" Suck me, baby. Suck me."
She licked around his cock from top to bottom, lingering at the head. Each time she dove forward to take him into her throat she drew breath, creating a suction that drove him wild. While his shaft was buried deep, she tongued his balls, getting some enjoyment from the way they jerked when she worried them with her teeth. His tool was glistening with her saliva when she finally pulled away.
" Fuck me before I die," Gloria moaned.
Jules pulled her under him and directed his pole to her slit. One tremendous thrust and he opened her wide. He gasped explosively against her.
" Push. Push," she urged, feeling whole for the first time of the evening. " Split me open."
" Baby, baby, I can' t hold it. I' m coming."
" You bastard," she screamed, her legs trembling with the passion still stored in her. " Let a man get in me. Maurice, quick, before I suffocate from need."
Maurice pulled Jules away from her and nervously pulled at the zipper of his pants.
" Hurry," she wept. She didn' t see the prick that rammed into her, and she sucked deep at it with her cunt. He shoved up and down upon her, the buttons of his shirt digging into her. Her hands clung frantically to his head, then shoulders, then his bobbing ass.
" Deeper. Deeper. Kill me with your hot cock. Fuck me! Fuck me!"
" Just hold on, baby. Hold on," he urged between gasps.
He arched above her, and with maniacal precision, rubbed the tip of her clitoris against his inserted prick.
" Come now. Come, you cunt," he croaked.
" Not yet, but soon… soon. Don' t stop. Just that way. Don' t stop." Her body twisted and turned in anguish, her hips bucking against his. Then the heat in her sparked into flame, and they ground orgasms into each other. As she throbbed uncontrollably against him, a laugh echoed in her head, growing louder as she drew breath. The rapist laughed wildly at her passion and the laugh said, " It didn' t work, doll, did it? Every time you fuck, you get hotter and hotter for me. They just prepare you for me. Like plucking a chicken before you cook it." She cried out in terror, " I' ll never get him out of me. Conrad, help me. Please help me."
Conrad removed his trembling hand from the prick it was pumping with frenzy.
" I thought you were played out. Let me have some of that pussy." His lithe body pulled hers onto him. She tugged his pants off, revealing the lightly muscled legs and the hair- covered belly from which sprang his long, thin cock. He grabbed her by the hips and lowered her onto his jackhammer. Suddenly he was in her, fucking fast and deep.
" Come," he commanded, and she pumped up and down rapidly and desperately against his ordering prick. She pressed her thighs and mound hungrily into him, his up- and- down rod releasing fluttering orgasms as he crushed her breasts with his hands. She felt, hysterically, that she would come, senselessly and eternally. His thighs were steel under her as his sperm pumped out of him, blending with the juices of her passion. He breathed exhaustively into her neck as she bent over him and her orgasms calmed into quietness.
Gloria sighed. She could have come and come for the evening, her cunt opening like a mouth, and still be left incomplete. She thrust her fingers into it, not moving them, just pressing nervously into herself. The three men sprawled languorously in the armchairs and couch.
" Man!" said Jules. " This pot is the greatest. I could swear I just fucked Gloria."
" Pot does strange things," said Conrad.
" Am I going to have to fuck forever and never find the final release?" asked Gloria wearily.
" Lady, you sure do get into it," said Conrad.
" It was good while it lasted," she responded to no one in particular. " Now I' m left high and wet."
" Give us time to gather our forces, Gloria."
" No! I never want to fuck any of you more than once. I' m looking for a particular prick… the others just hang me up. Oh, God," she started to cry. " Roll me a cigarette."
Conrad stuck his between her lips and she drew on it peckingly. She tried to draw the obliterating smoke down into her cunt, to smother the longing. She gasped and rolled her hips into the empty air. " Just put your finger in me. Please, Conrad," she pleaded.