"Would you like an Aussie Coke?" Hugh asked snidely. Jenny replied for both of them that they would. Linda certainly felt thirsty from the musky taste of cum. One more Aussie Coke won't hurt, she thought carelessly.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Down at the Surf Club the beer flowed endlessly as dozens of husky young men overdid their efforts to satisfy the Big Australian Thirst, the national pastime that traditionally excluded women – at least in the bars. Poker machines rattled and clinked, adding to the loud sounds of talk, and orders for pints, "schooners" and "middies" of frothing beer. Barmen carried huge platters of brimming glasses to tables or shoved them across beer-wet bars to drinkers clad mostly in shorts and shirts. In one corner a cluster of men were gloating over a color photo passed among them by Jim Yates and Tiger Kelly, both of whom were obviously drunk.
"Bloody little beauty, eh?" Tiger was leering. "My mates and I are thinking of hawking her fork to select members of the club."
"Succulent little bird," drooled one of the crowd.
"She was only broken in yesterday but she's mad for it." Tiger reached for the photo and jammed it in his pocket. "That's enough," he laughed drunkenly, "You'll wear it out staring at it."
"How do you know she's that good – have you tried her yourself?" asked another.
"No, we haven't had a go yet," growled Jim. "She's Hugh's pick-up. But we'll let you all know tomorrow. Tonight's the night for us and tomorrow it'll be on for one and all."
Tiger was staring blearily at the clock. "Hey Sludgie," he mumbled. "Time we left. It's eleven o'clock."
Jim pulled him up close by his shirt. "Don't call me that, you hear?" he growled softly. None of the others noticed as they continued talking loudly of surf, sun and beer. If there was no chance of an orgy immediately they quickly lost interest although none of them would fail to keep in the back of his mind the fact that perhaps tomorrow or the next day there would be a beautiful young American blonde available. Something different, even if the body was no better, judging by the photo, than dozens of fantastic girls who thronged the beaches on weekends.
Tiger and Jim downed another large beer "for the road" and left the stifling room full of cigarette smoke and noise.
Arriving at Jenny's apartment, they announced themselves by pounding with their fists on the door and when it opened, fell in, both calling out drunkenly, "Where is she?"
Jenny and Linda were in the bedroom, dressing up from the model's wide assortment of clothes. Hugh and Billy sat naked at a table littered with opened and unopened cans of beer. They had been discussing who should have which girl next or whether they could work out something so that they could somehow have them both at the same time. They were laughing about the possibilities and strange configurations when their noisy friends came thumping on the door.
"Take it easy fellers," Hugh said. "You'll frighten the fillies with that great stallion weapon of yours, Sludge-Pump."
As powerful and thick-set as he was, Jim Yates respected Hugh as leader and the best fighter of the group – as long as he didn't call him "Sludge-Pump" in front of strangers. That made him see red.
The girls had partly opened the bedroom door but had quickly shut and locked it when they saw the drunks appear. They were both very much under the influence of the narcotic and vodkas although the older girl was more conscious and aware than Linda whose mind had slipped into a semi-conscious limbo. Nevertheless they were shaken at the sight of the drunken louts. Jenny knew and disliked them both, finding Jim Yates particularly repulsive while Linda's first reaction on meeting them on the beach had been one of complete rejection.
Jenny's apprehension was justified when after a few minutes of conversation and pouring drinks the boys in the living room started knocking on the bedroom door, asking to be let in.
"Oh, don't let them in," begged Linda, now trembling with fright. The changing of clothes and dressing up, the intimate touching and kissing while they occupied themselves with dresses had been fun. She felt apprehensive as the loud vulgar sounds of the four men penetrated into the bedroom.
"It's all right," Hugh called out. "Everybody's dressed. We're having a party and we've gotta have someone to dance with," he added, winking at the others. "Put on a record, Billy."
"Hugh," Jenny called back. "Get those bastards out of here. And take yourself and Billy with them."
"Oh, no you don't," Hugh yelled. "You can't order me and my mates about like that…" He was about to change his tone, to cajole his cousin, when he was brushed aside as Tiger, Jim and Billy crashed forward, their shoulders hitting the frail door, bursting it open.
"Aha, the ladies are dressed for a party," said Billy, admiring the long maxi-dresses the girls were wearing. He grabbed Jenny around the waist. "My dance baby?" he asked.
Jenny saw that there was no use arguing now. They would wreck her flat if she and Linda didn't join in the party. The hard streak in the model was beginning to show: Linda would have to look after herself if the worst came to the worst. Anyway, her resistance was at a low ebb after the pot, the drinks and sex she had enjoyed. If only that creepy "Sludge-Pump" hadn't turned up, she moaned to herself. She let Billy and Hugh, still naked, take herself and Linda into the living room to dance awkwardly to the music.
As for Linda, she felt abandoned and lost. Jenny had become her security, her friend, her trusted friend. She had anticipated staying the night alone with Jenny. Somewhere in her thoughts Hugh was accepted but that was all. Everything now was drastically changed. Someone turned off all the lights except a shaded lamp in a corner. She felt Hugh's hand behind her back unzipping her dress and felt his naked fleshy cock pushing into her belly. Suddenly the dress was ripped from her body. Looking back she saw the awful person they called "Sludge-Pump" leeringly hold the torn dress in front of himself. Slowly, he lifted the dress like a curtain going up in a theatre, lifting until first his huge dangling testicle sac came into view, followed by what seemed to be an endless exposure of the biggest penis she had ever seen in her small experience. She couldn't believe that a man could have a cock of such dimensions. As the purple, red-flanged head of the monstrous weapon popped out from beneath the raised dress, she screamed.
"Oh, God! No!" she yelled, throwing her arms around Hugh, forgetting that his hard horn was now pressing between her legs. He lifted her up so that his cock was shoved right through between her legs, the head of it showing at the bottom of her ass-cheeks.
"Don't let him touch me," she begged, burying her head into Hugh's neck to block out the awesome sight. She looked up, seeking Jenny, and found her in the dim light, also looking aghast at the long, thick member Jim Yates was holding in his fist.
So that's why they call the moronic bastard "Sludge-Pump", Jenny thought to herself. She wanted to laugh but the situation was too serious. She could tell that they were all too drunk to control themselves. Alone, she could handle Hugh or Billy or even that lout Tiger, but certainly not the ugly brute with his deformed member – let alone the whole group. Nevertheless she pushed Billy away from his efforts to take her dress off and went up to Linda and Hugh.
"Keep that bastard away from us, Hugh, or by Christ I'll tell your police-sergeant father what you've been doing in Sydney," she threatened.
Hugh gave her the old twinkling smile. "Sure. No trouble at all. Do anything for you, my lovely fucktious cousin. But we're having a party, don't forget. And would you like me to tell my dad about you and Linda? Or tell Linda's old man?" He knew he could threaten Jenny as much as she could threaten him. However, he knew what a determined, man-hating bitch his cousin could be, that she'd been drinking and taking hash, and if she really got mad she was likely to put a chair through the window and scream for help.