Sheila nodded.
"Good. Where is it?"
"Prob'ly in her purse," replied the smiling blonde.
Robbie jumped up and went to the dresser. He opened Carol's purse, fumbled around inside, and pulled out the foot-long, rubber snake. Then he looked at Neil and the blonde and put his finger to his lips. "Shhh! Let's surprise her."
Carol was still sleeping. Neil and Sheila knelt down on either side of her. "Better get the pillow and cover her face with it," suggested Neil. "That rammer'll make her flood the room. She'll get every Goddamn detective in the city up here in five minutes!"
Sheila picked up the pillow. Holding it with both hands, she kept it directly above the redhead's face and waited for the two men to get ready.
Neil and Robbie gingerly picked up the girl's legs and brought them back, until they were at right angles to her waist. Robbie, grinning in delight, wet the head of the rubber snake with his mouth. "Get ready," he whispered.
Then he was gently rubbing the girl's pussy lips with the rubber dick head. Carol squirmed and moaned. Just as she was about to wake up, Sheila brought down the pillow and buried the redhead's face.
Robbie jammed the rubber dick into the unsuspecting honey hole.
The result was horrible.
Muffled screams fought their way through the pillow. The redhead thrashed violently, her legs and arms lashing out. Neil pinned down her thighs with his body and grabbed the girl's flailing arms by the wrists. When Robbie pulled the dildo from the trembling pussy hole, it was laced thickly with slit cream.
He pumped the girl's hole, slamming the entire foot of rubber pork into the writhing canyon, steaming her insides, pulling out streams of hot cream.
Carol continued to scream, but Sheila kept her weight on the pillow over the redhead's face.
Carol's body jerked wildly, nearly hurling the three of them to the floor. Neil kept his weight on her spread legs and forced her wrists against her stomach.
The rubber prong thudded into her squirming, red gash. Each time they heard a muffled scream, her body jerked, and pussy juice sputtered out of her hole. Robbie kept working her cunt with the dildo. He stuffed it in and out, saturating her with jism. Her entire body was flushed and wet with jism and perspiration. A few moments later, she slammed her snatch against the rubber hose and washed it hotly. Her body rocked and bounced on the bed. Sheila watched the big tits rising and falling.
Carol orgasmed thickly. Robbie slammed the want reamer all the way up her snatch and kept it there, buried to the hilt in hot, throbbing pussy. She screamed horribly and fell limply on her back, then was still.
Neil and Sheila got up from the bed. Robbie gingerly removed the soaked rubber dong from the sputtering hole.
Carol did not move.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Carol came to, writhing and squirming on the bed. Her cunt was still throbbing, swollen and wet from the beating she took. Groaning, she sat up, sighed deeply, and eyed the smiling blonde who sat facing her in a nearby armchair.
Carol laughed and faked anger. "You bitch!" she said angrily. "You were a part of that, weren'tcha?"
"Yep. And ya loved every minute of it," laughed Sheila.
"I did," snickered the redhead. "Every minute, and every inch of it!"
"How d'ya feel?" asked Sheila, lighting a cigarette.
"Like I was screwed with a foot-long cock," replied the redhead, laughing. "By the way, where the hell are the boys?"
"They had to go somewhere," replied Sheila, puffing on her cigarette. "They'll be back in about an hour. By the way, how about a drink?"
"I was just about to suggest the same thing," Carol replied, getting up heavily. "Just lemme take a quick shower first."
Since it was only in the afternoon, the cocktail lounge was nearly deserted. Two men sat at the bar, talking to the barman.
The girls found a table in the far corner of the room, overlooking the swimming pool in the rear of the hotel. A few people were in the pool. A gorgeous, half-naked brunette lay beside the pool, sunning herself. A small group of older people sat at a table, drinking and talking.
The barman came to their table and took their order. He returned two minutes later with their drinks. Sheila sipped hers slowly, while Carol drained nearly half her drink in one long, quick, grateful belt. "Christ," she whispered. "I needed that more than anything in the world!"
Sheila eyed the redhead and smiled brightly. "You know something, honey? You're a gem."
"So are you," replied the redhead. "Why the hell don'tcha move out here? I live in a big house just west of here. You could move in with me, ya know. The house is too big for just one."
"Keep it up," said Sheila, "and you'll have me convinced."
"I just might do that."
Sheila finished her drink and signaled for the barman.
A few minutes later, he brought them a fresh round and went back to the bar.
"He's been makin' eyes at us," commented the redhead, lighting a cigarette.
Sheila turned and stared at the man for a while. The two men he had been talking to had already left the lounge. The three of them were the only people in the place. The blonde eyed the man curiously. "Ya know," she commented, "he's not bad. I like 'em tall and husky."
"I like 'em any way I can get 'em," giggled the redhead.
She stood up. "I gotta go take a leak," she announced. "I'll be right back."
"Hurry back," replied, the redhead as she watched the voluptuous blonde heading for the rest rooms.
Sheila entered the ladies' room. She put down her purse on the dressing table and opened it. A moment later, the door opened, and the barman came inside.
Sheila eyed him in the mirror. Then she giggled. "Aren'tcha in the wrong crapper?" she asked.
He starred at the beautiful woman longingly. "Nope," he replied. "I been waitin' to plug ya ever since ya first walked into this place."
She watched him in the mirror as he came over to her and pressed his throbbing member up against her, between the globes of her ass. "Someone might walk in," she said softly, moving against him.
"Fuck 'em," he said shortly. Then he reached down underneath her and fingered her crotch. The blonde wiggled against him, breathing heavily. He had one hand on her left tit. He squeezed the nipple and made her whine.
Then he unbuckled her belt and pulled down her pants. Her pussy was already soaking wet. He covered it with his hand, his thumb pressing against her red clit.
Sheila unbuckled his belt and pulled down his trousers. His thick pole jumped in her hands. "Mmmmm!" she gasped, eyeing it and wetting her lips. "Ya really got a rammer, don'tcha, baby?"
He winced and moaned at her touch. Then he pushed her against the dressing table so that her back was pressing against its edge. Sheila rested her elbows on the flat surface of the table and watched him as he spread her legs and fingered her soaking wet hole. She squirmed, breathing heavily, her titties bouncing against one another. Before long, he was pressing his joint against her throbbing clit.
"Atta boy!" she said, squealing and thrusting her snatch forward. "Stuff me until I burst!"
He pulled apart the pink lips of her gash and pushed his trembling tool inside. She immediately popped, the juice greasing his pole. He gasped and pushed more roughly against her, and the hot meat climbed easily inside the wet fold of flesh.
He pumped her quickly, with short, eager strokes.
"Easy, big boy," she said, pushing her big breasts toward him. "You'll pop your fuckin' rocks before I can splash!"
He ignored her.
His prick danced inside her. It worked feverishly in her crack, pumping her like a jack hammer. The blonde tensed herself and splashed his joint with honey. She reached up and pulled his face down onto her writhing titties. He reached underneath her top, his hands groping for her big jugs. He squeezed her nipples and rubbed the sensitive skin, making her shoot her guns again. He pushed her tits against each other as he fucked her.