"Aaaaiiiieeee, I'm cumming. I… I… I'm cummmmiiinnggg!"
A barbaric wail broke from her throat and she was gone… tumbled head over heels in the turbulent sea of her orgasm, buffeted violently this way and that by the deep convulsive currents of rapture that flooded her body and mind.
"Ooooohhhhhhh, so… wonder… ful!" Seconds later she gasped in gratitude as she heard Nina's agonized groan above her and felt her friend's orgasm explode against her face. Nina's pelvis began a wild grinding down against her mouth and abruptly there came a heated flood of cum which she hungrily swallowed, continuing to lick and lave the other woman's wetly convulsing cunt just as Nina was doing to her until the last spasmodic little twitch dwindled into luxurious post-climactic calm. They lay there limp and satisfied, their faces cradled between each other's sheltering thighs, feeling a sweet lassitude of satisfaction…
"What the hell's going on in there!" Axel Borman's angry voice bawled at them through the locked door. He rattled the knob furiously and began to thump loudly on the upper panel. "Open up! Open up, Goddamnit!" he bellowed.
Nina and June jackknifed to sitting positions, clutching each other in terror. "Shhhhh," Nina whispered. "Maybe he'll go away. But for Godsake if he breaks in, don't resist him. I'll try to keep him away from you, June honey, just don't leave me alone with him when he's like this…"
CHAPTER FIVE
When he heard Nina slam the door of the guest bedroom and lock it after he slapped her, Axel poured himself a hefty shot of bourbon neat in a highball glass and selected a fresh cigar. There was a sardonic glint in his flinty grey eyes under their grizzled brows and the barest shadow of a cruel smile on his hard sensual mouth. In a way this was the moment he savored most. He had just given the wheel of fate a random spin… and now to see what would happen.
One thing he was ready to stake his last dollar on — Nina was going to enjoy herself breaking in this big timid black-haired broad from Maryland — and he certainly didn't begrudge her that. It turned him on to see her make it with another woman from time to time, and the act only made her all the more itchy for him. Unfortunately the scenario didn't call for him to watch them sucking each other's hot little pussies this time but what the hell, he shrugged philosophically, you can't have everything.
As he lit his cigar, he made himself a mental bet that he would hear a symphony of lewdly unmistakable moans and wails from the guest bedroom before he had smoked it to the end. Then he picked up the phone and called his friend Jock Richmond who lived in an elegant renovated townhouse on a quiet tree-lined street in the East Seventies.
"How'd it go?" he asked when Jock came on the line against a background of party chatter and clinking glasses.
"No sweat," Jock drawled casually. "In fact, it was a gas. If I ever go broke, I think I can make a good living snatching purses."
"You won't go broke," Axel grunted. "What was in the bag?"
"Nothing important," Jock replied. "Sixty odd dollars, driver's license, the telegram, locker key, lipstick, hairpins…"
"What did the telegram say?" Axel asked.
"Tiffany in terrible trouble. Need your help desperately. And the address." Jock answered promptly. "Just what you told Gallagher. Signed Cliff, of course."
"Good," Axel said adding drily. "We can call them Cliff and Tiff. A cute couple."
"Yeah," Jock agreed. "And I picked up the suitcase at the station. This girl certainly doesn't go in for wild lace panties or anything like that. Stella said she had never seen such a prim and proper assortment of clothes. Not to say downright drab. You sure we got the right bird, Axel? There weren't even any cosmetics in the suitcase, except a deodorant."
"Vaginal?" Axel inquired blandly.
"No, not vaginal, dammit," Jock snorted. "What are you, a dirty old man or something?"
Axel ignored his friend's gibe. "We've got the right bird, all right, Jock," he assured him. "I'll lay you five to one. She's been well-wined and dined and she's in the guest bedroom right now with Nina."
"No bet," Jock declined hastily. "Not if Nina's working on her. By the way, how'd I look in that wig this afternoon?"
"You should wear it always," Axel grinned into the phone sarcastically. "Now about tomorrow… You straight on what to do?"
"Yeah. First I show up with her suitcase around ten in the morning. I'll be dressed like sort of a seedy messenger boy. Once I'm in the apartment, I show her the horrible dirty pictures of her little sister being forced to do those horrible dirty things. Then I explain to her what she has to do to get her sister out of this awful mess she's in. Then, as my personal reward for this service, I get to fuck her up the ass. Right?"
"Right," Axel confirmed. "Then you drive her to the studio. Make it realistic. Have her lie down on the floor in the back of the car and cover her up with a blanket. She's not supposed to know where you're taking her."
"Roger," Jock chuckled. "There's just one question. Suppose she wants to suck me off instead of getting fucked up the ass?"
"Weeeeelll…" Axel reflected aloud. "I don't think she will… but fuck her up the ass anyhow. That's important."
"Okay, Director. You're the boss," Jock laughed. "See you tomorrow."
"Goodnight." Axel put down the receiver with an amused grin. Jock was a good man, he mused, swirling the rest of his bourbon in the bottom of his glass before downing it. He looked at his cigar — it was about a third of the way down — and cocked an ear toward the guest bedroom. Nothing yet. Patience, he told himself as he poured out another shot of whiskey, the night is young. Then he bent down to unlace his shoes and leisurely undressed. He believed in being prepared. As he slipped off his underpants, his thick heavy cock lurched up off the huge sac of his balls in a ponderous arc, already half-erect in anticipation of what was to come. Patience…
"What the hell's going on in there!" Axel loudly rattled the knob of the locked door, grinning malevolently to himself and trying to picture the scene inside the bedroom… His blonde wife and the innocent young brunette all nakedly tangled up together on the bed, gasping for breath, their faces all wet with each other's cum juices… He had been standing outside for a good five minutes listening to the mounting chorus of sighs and mewls of pleasure which finally culminated in June's long drawn-out banshee-like howl of ecstasy and Nina's heart-felt moan of release. Christ, they sounded like a couple of wild animals in there, and his pounding lust-gorged cock which swung out in front of his heavily muscled body like the boom of a ship was bobbing impatiently up and down, semaphoring anguished messages of protest at the delay up to his brain.
"Open up! Open up, Goddammit!" Axel bellowed in a last warning. When there was no answer as he had known there wouldn't be, he drew back a pace and poised himself for a lunge at the door. There was going to be one hell of a carpenter's bill for the night's work but, shit, the added dramatic effect was worth it, he told himself. He hurled his body forward and there was a loud splintering crash as his boulder-like shoulder struck the solid door panel, tearing the lock from the stanchion. The door banged open against the wall, and he stood there stark naked with his mammoth cock in wrathful erection, looking with his grizzled hair and bushy brows like a vengeful God from Greek Mythology, ready to hurl a thunderbolt at the objects of his displeasure. Nina and June, both stark ass naked, sitting up in the middle of the bed and clutching each other in their arms, were frozen in a tableau of pure terror.