Before we entered the house I peered in through the window Vinnie pointed out, and there, in full daylight, were the Sapphite's in the throes of an orgy! My eyes bugged out at the sight of them rolling about in all that money, even though Vinnie had prepared me for it. I just couldn't understand anyone treating money so irreverently! They were drunk, crazy drunk, laughing and crying and screaming, all of them naked and in a knot of bodies and limbs doing God only knows what. "Let's go," I said to my trusty chauffeur.
We kicked the door open and stood on the threshold to await their reaction. They didn't notice us. It looked as though they were all sucking each other's cunts, but it was hard to be sure. They were groveling and rutting and crawling about in the one mess of flesh, groaning and crying out, groping, licking, touching, spilling sweat and pussy juice and spit over the money. I locked the door. It was an old-fashioned lock, the kind that required a big key to turn it. I slipped the key into my pocket and walked past the writhing orgiasts and did the same to the door at the other end of the room. Now they were trapped. The only way out was through the windows, and that was a fifteen-foot drop.
"Good afternoon, ladies," I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm. As one they stopped their lovemaking and a dozen pairs of eyes stared up at us. I smiled but no one returned it. Miss Parsons was the first to collect herself. She unraveled her person from the heap and staggered over to the liquor cabinet, where she poured herself a couple of fingers of Scotch. She downed the drink in one gulp and refilled it. Then, holding the glass lopsidedly, she came toward me.
"What do you want, private dick?" she said. The girls tittered at that pun. "You want the money? Well, you can't have it. Good afternoon to you, sir." She turned her back to me and motioned for her girls to continue what they were doing. Defiantly they started to eat each other again, stopping only when the headmistress passed the bottle around. Was this what their parents were paying through the nose for?
"I want the money," I said calmly, "and I want it in nice, neat bundles of five thousand dollars."
"We'll have to launder it first," said Parsons to her girls. She moved her feet apart and stood perfectly still, slightly bent over. The next thing I knew she was pissing on the money, a wobbly trickle of piss failing down from her cunt to all that lovely money! The girls cheered and made to join her. But that's where I drew the line.
"The first one to piss on the money is going through the window," I said.
"Go ahead, Linda," said Miss Parsons to her slave. The girl nodded, slightly pale, but she spread her legs in her prone position and let a stream of piss arch out from her blond pussy. I was onto her in a second and picked her up by a wrist and an ankle. Her piss splattered against my legs and over the money, and I was dead serious about throwing her through the window. But then an avalanche of girls overwhelmed me.
It was like a wet nightmare. Naked bodies covered me, there were pussies in my face, tits in my hand, women reaching for my cock; only their intentions were bad! They wanted to hurt me. I got up like a bear from a pack of dogs and shook them off. "Before you try that again," I hissed furiously, "you'd better take a look at what my partner has in his hand."
"What? His cock?" quipped Miss Parsons. But then she saw the snub-nosed revolver that he was holding and her sense of humor left her. The girls stared at Vinnie with wide-open eyes. They hadn't seen guns before, apparently. And while they were in shock I took off my clothes, in order to take my revenge for Peggy and Laurel.
"Eat it, Miss Parsons," I said quietly, "and remember to be gentle or that hair-triggered gun is going to ventilate you."
"All right," she said, looking defeated and yet intrigued, "don't get mad, I'll do anything you say."
"And get your slave to do the same for my man, that's a good girl." I stood in the center of the room, arms akimbo, looking down at the tall, angular woman kneeling down before me. She wasn't very good technically, but it excited the hell out of me to have her in that position. No longer the aloof spinster, the leader of the dykes, but a sexy, contrite woman who wanted to please me and only me. Her mouth was surprisingly capacious so that she was able to take my whole cock inside. Lack of experience prevented her from making the best of that, but I was quite happy to let my stiff cock rest inside that palpitating, warm, moist environment. "While you girls arc waiting," I ordered, "you might bundle the money into piles, just as it was when it arrived here."
Very reluctantly they carried out my commands. The bibs were crumpled, many of them were wet, but they were still valid currency, and that was all Mrs. Van de Kut would care about. When I was sure they were sincere about doing my bidding I let my attention focus on the blow job that the headmistress was giving me. She kneeled before me stiffly, uncomfortable, looking at her girls now and then to see if they were laughing at them. And if one of them caught her eye, Miss Parsons gave an apologetic shrug.
"Hey, what's the matter, aren't you loving it?" I said suddenly. "Come on, bitch, suck it dry! You know you like it, don't try to tell anyone different. Come on now, big sucks, lick it, eat it!" I grabbed her head with both hands and started to fuck her face with long, steady strokes. She made protesting noises but didn't dare to draw back. Now it was starting to get to me. I fucked her mouth the way I fucked a good pussy, taking my time over it, stopping when it became too tempting to release my load, and entering from all sides to get the full benefit of her warm, wet flesh.
When the novelty wore off I told one of the girls to eat my ass. What the hell, I wouldn't get another chance like this for a long time, I might as web make the best of it. The girl wasn't at all happy about her assignment, but I insisted. She started off slow, just kissing my buttocks and licking only those parts furthest away from my asshole. I held on to Miss Parsons' head with one hand and reached behind me with the other to get hold of the girl and press her right into the split between my cheeks. She stiffened and offered sullen resistance, so I reached behind me with the other hand as web and forced her to go down on my ass. Miss Parsons kept sucking as if in a trance, so I leaned forward and set my feet further apart to give the girl all the access she needed.
Shyly, she let her tongue drift down to my asshole, took a quick taste, and pulled away. I pulled her closer and once again she tried. Each attempt resulted in greater familiarity and willingness. Eventually she put some heart into it, sucking my ass with ingenuous zeal. It felt too nice! With Miss Parsons' mouth enclosing my cock and the girl's tongue sneaking up my asshole I felt my whole body revving up, getting warmer and tenser by the second. "Yes, that's the way," I groaned, driving my dick down the headmistress' throat and then shoving my ass back into the girl's face. "Give it to me good. Suck it, lick, eat, you bitches! Make me happy! It will get you off too! Oh Jesus, that's nice, keep going, harder now… that's it… now slowly, stick your tongue in further, hey you, come over here and lick my balls!" A girl hurried over and sat between my legs, wedged between the women, to look up and open her mouth wide. She took my balls inside the way people eat rollups, and she held them there.
"Hey boss! Take the gun, will ya, I'm about to blow!" Vinnie's strangled cry snapped me out of the dense euphoria, and I looked around just in time to see the gun coming at me. Miss Parsons let go of my cock and made a jump for it but I just beat her to it.
"No you don't!" I yelled, pulling her face back on my cock. "Just keep sucking and forget the gun!" She smiled and opened her lips wide to accommodate as she sank back to her knees and took my cock into her mouth at once. The girls seemed to have learned a lesson from that incident. They were still busy picking up the money but I noticed they were sticking close to me and my three lovely suckers. It occurred to me that they were waiting for me to lose my bearings when I blew, and then to snatch the gun from me. Well, if that was their plan they were in for a disappointment. I had once shot a man through the leg while his wife was giving me a blowjob, and I told them so. They eased back toward the walls and I subjected myself to the final phase of this triple treat.