Lust on the Loose (14 page)

It had gone on
from there. The Germans did not have much finesse but they had
plenty of stamina. It seemed to the watching Placido that by now
the German boys had used her in almost every way; first
individually, then in combinations as their immediate lust was
slaked and they searched for more inventive and comradely means of
satisfaction.

Beverly was on
her knees with Bruno at her head feeding his swollen cock down her
throat, his hands buried in the mass of her expensively streaked
blonde hair, now tangled with sweat and sand and spunk. At her
rear, Dieter, the boy with the smallest penis, was sawing in and
out of her pussy, every now and then reaching beneath her to pull
and slap and maul her hanging mammaries. The remaining boy layoff
to the side, urging his two compatriots on in incomprehensible but
doubtless coarse German. Between his legs crouched Marlene vainly
trying to breathe life into his flaccid cock.

Placido was on
fire, with anger and jealousy but above all with lust. The sight of
the three bestial Germans gorging themselves on the perfect form of
the English-woman he adored was agony. He longed to beat them off,
to lay them out in a swift fistfight, and then to throw himself on
Beverly and sink his burning penis deep inside her glorious body.
But he knew that was not the way. This degradation was what she
wanted. This wild uninhibited orgy was some kind of release for her
after pandering to the whims of Danny Fretwork for months. She was
a slut, he knew that, but she was a passionate one and he wanted
her desperately.

Dieter was
still labouring at Beverly's rear but his cock kept slipping from
her wet pussy. He had a conversation with his pals in rapid German.
They had loosened her up too much, he needed somewhere tighter.
When he placed an exploratory finger on the puckered rose of her
anus a shiver ran through her kneeling form. She took her mouth
from Bruno's cock and hissed, 'Yes! Put it up me there! Stick it in
my arse!'

Placido became
aware there was a hand at his belt. He tore his eyes from Beverly's
thrusting buttocks and looked directly into the eyes of Marlene.
They were great pools of the palest blue and though the words she
spoke were incomprehensible to him her need was written in that
liquid gaze.

She had been
ignored from the moment Beverly had made her first appearance. She
had insinuated her slender form into the action whenever she could
but she had been allotted only a bit part in the drama. The boys
had allowed her to lick limp cocks to proud erections, and then
promptly buried them in Beverly's wanton flesh; they had let her
stroke their balls while they fucked; and they had made her lie
beneath Beverly's pendulous bosom and suck on her thick rubbery
nipples. Beverly herself had twice grabbed Marlene's head and
forced it between her thighs to reach orgasm on the girl's skilful
lips and tongue. But as for the aching void between Marlene's own
thighs, no one had volunteered to fill it.

Now she
eagerly unbuckled Placido's belt as he sat transfixed by the lewd
tableau in front of him. She cleverly unzipped him and reached into
his pants to pull his cock free. His organ was solid and hard like
stone, yet warm and pulsing in her hand, full of energy and life.
Long and smooth, thrusting out from a forest of silky black hair at
the base of his belly, his was a beautiful cock and Marlene
exclaimed her excitement in breathless German. She urged him onto
his knees so she could pull his pants down and lay bare his firm
hard buttocks and soft lolling balls which she cradled in her palm
as she bent to lick the tip of his elegant tool.

Placido felt
as if he were in a dream. This strange German girl with the liquid
eyes had stripped him and pulled his penis free to finger and
fondle provocatively while, just in front of him, two husky lads
were using the lush body of his employer's mistress, the woman he
lusted for and was sworn to protect. The Germans were thrusting
their cocks into her from both ends, Dieter now embedded firmly in
the mysterious crack of her arse, Bruno bollock-deep in her
beautiful face.

He felt a tug
on his own tool and dropped his eyes to Marlene, now crouched in
front of him and offering up her own arse for his pleasure. And
what a delectable prospect it was, too! Though slender and boyish
above the waist, Marlene was all woman below it. She was bent
before him shamelessly, her legs apart, the full and rounded
contours of her shapely buttocks upturned to reveal all she had,
from the pretty dimple of her bum-hole down to the hairy purse of
her full-lipped pussy. Placido grasped the fat cheeks and squeezed,
spreading her open wider, thrusting her two tempting holes into
greater relief. He slid one finger, then two, between her buttery
cunt lips and explored the sopping, slippery cavern within. She was
so much on heat the juice was pearling down the insides of her
thighs and the walls of her vagina fluttered round his fingers as
he jammed into her more forcefully.

She said
something in German to him over her shoulder. It was a command
uttered through clenched teeth and it could only mean one thing. He
sank the length of his iron-hard cock into her like a knife into
butter and she howled the first notes of her long-awaited
orgasm.

Other climaxes
were approaching too. Ahead of them, Bruno's face was stretched in
a grimace of pain and ecstasy as he neared his fourth or fifth
come. Dieter was stuffing his slim blue-veined dick in and out of
Beverly's arse-crack in a blur, smacking his palms on the seat of
her magnificent rump, sending ripples through her trembling
bum-flesh. Even the other German had stirred himself and he lay
beneath the quivering trio licking the ends of Beverly's dancing
tits which swung and dangled from side to side as her body flexed
and twitched and danced to the music of the three-way fuck.

It seemed that
they all came at once. Beverly sandwiched between the two boys,
Bruno and Dieter erupting into her at both ends, Marlene receiving
Placido's long-dammed-up torrent of lust as he drank in the sight
of Beverly's beautiful bum receiving a cockful of spunk for the
second time that day.

And when they
had all slumped to the sand in exhaustion they heard the sound of
claps and hoots and bravos from an audience that had gathered
around them unseen.

Beverly raised
her head from Bruno's crotch and sank back on her haunches, spunk
running down her legs and down the tawny hills of her heaving
chest. She saw Placido nearby, his trousers at his ankles and his
cock still jammed inside Marlene. Behind him were a motley group of
onlookers, smiling and clapping, others already embracing and
falling to the sand in search of their own pleasures.

Beverly caught
Placido's eye and grinned. She spread her arms wide. 'I love it,'
she said. 'You can't do this back in Birmingham.

'Now, are you
going to take me home and fuck me properly?'

Betsy made
Arnold lie flat on his back on the rug in front of the fireplace.
It was a cosy room with chintz curtains, a comfortable sofa and
Constable prints on the wall. Betsy had once told Billy that it was
important to put her uptight English clients at ease before blowing
their minds with her own brand of Bonking USA on the waterbed next
door.

As Arnold
stretched his length along the floor, Betsy began a remarkable
series of calisthenic stretches - as if she were an athlete
limbering up or a dancer preparing herself for a great role. Her
gorgeous limbs weaved sinuous patterns and stretched in a sexual
warm-up that sent shivers up and down Billy's already quivering
member. Her culminating stunt was to stand on one foot and raise
the other leg high above her head, the knee joint against her
cheek, one hand firmly grasping her ankle - and the bulging mouth
of her cunt fully revealed in the open hinge of her thighs. The
gaping quim was like a rose in full bloom, its petals unfurled, its
pink heart open to the world, its fragrance filling the room.

As she lowered
her limbs, she said, 'I used to be a cheerleader when I was a
school kid. We'd do the greatest warm-up routines. I tell you, they
made you hot to trot. The guys on the team really appreciated it.
No one cared much for football but we sure had some great parties
after the game.'

By now she had
straddled Arnold's body, one long golden thigh on either side of
his hips, and was busy oiling his massive cock with precise care.
The aroma of the oil mingled with the smell of sex in the air.

'I've seen
some big wangs,' she went on conversationally. 'There were some
guys on the Snakebucket defence who had enormous dicks but, Arnold,
I tell you they just don't compare with your ivory tower.'

She gave
Arnold's cock a final squeeze and put aside the bottle of oil. Then
she ran a hand between her own legs and fondled herself
experimentally. Billy noted that the fingers that emerged from her
crack were dripping with her own juice.

'Here we go,'
she said as she crouched over Arnold in a squat. Balancing on the
balls of her feet, she pulled Arnold's magnificent machine
perpendicular and aimed the great head into the slot of her cunt.
'Just promise me, Arnold, you'll stay completely still and let me
feel my way. It's going to be fantastic!'

Billy leaned
forward from his vantage point at Arnold's feet. From there he
could see the red helmet slip easily inside the pouting pussy lips
which jutted from below the curves of her creamy rear.

'Ooooh,' she
breathed as the first three or four inches disappeared inside her
and she slid her weight down his rigid pole. She paused for a
moment and then lowered herself further, taking in more cock
flesh.

Billy stared
mesmerised at the sight, at Arnold's quivering thighs and his great
balls lolling in the vee of his crotch and the column rising from
his ballsack, the veins standing out along its length - and still
some six inches remained for Betsy to take if she could.

'Oh Arnold,'
she moaned, 'that's incredible, that's as much of a man, I think,
as I've ever had before.' And she began to slide up and down in
little jerks, bouncing on her feet, easing just a little more of
his magnificent tool inside her on each downstroke.

Billy leaned
around Betsy's body to look at Arnold. He was staring at the naked
woman suspended above him, his eyes popping and his mouth open in a
great O of wonder at the sight of his long-neglected pole
disappearing inside her slim form.

Betsy had now
stopped bouncing. She only had a couple more inches to go but it
seemed that Arnold had plumbed the very depths of her and it was
not possible for her to take any more - or so Billy thought. She
had stopped moving completely and was balanced on the spar of his
tool, her fingertips pressing on the flat of his stomach, her head
thrown back and her eyes closed. A small moan came from her throat
which grew and took on a higher pitch and grew again into a great
howl. As he drank in the thrilling beauty of her quivering form,
Billy suddenly realised that she was in the throes of a profound
orgasm.

When it was
over she seemed to slump and she sat down on Arnold in a tangle of
buckled limps and wild golden hair. Billy gazed at her in awe. The
remainder of Arnold's cock had vanished from sight. The entire limb
was now hidden deep inside her.

Arnold clasped
Betsy to him, running his hands up and down her silken back,
squeezing the buttery flesh of her buttocks and rubbing the small
of her back in soothing sweeps. Then he took her around the waist,
his fingers encircling her slender body, and lifted her up, then
down, little by little, gradually higher and higher so she slid up
and down his great pole. Billy watched in amazement, he had never
seen anything quite so rude or so thrilling as the elastic ring of
Betsy's pussy engorging and disgorging the fat girth of Arnold's
giant prick.

She was
moaning again but this time there were words, obscenities rung from
somewhere deep inside her way beyond the artifice of professional
whoredom.

'Oh stuff me,
Arnold, stuff it right up me! Shove that great pole into my guts!
Oh Lord, I've never been so full of cock! It's incredible! Fuck it
up me! Oh, I'm going to come again! Come with me! Shoot me full of
spunk! Fill my cunt with spunk, Arnold! OH! OHH! OHHH!'

And come she
did, and again and then again, as Billy sat transfixed, glued to
the sight of that splayed pink clam between her legs slithering up
and down Arnold's mighty weapon. And Arnold fucked on like a man
possessed, as if he might never fuck again, as if he were making up
for ten years of abstinence - which of course he was.

And then, just
when Billy thought it might never end, when the tossing of her
blonde mane and the jiggling of her tits and the bouncing of her
buttocks made a kaleidoscope of flesh before his hypnotised gaze,
Arnold shot his load. His balls seemed to pulse and twitch and the
tool shaft buried itself inside her insatiable pussy in a manic
blur.

For a moment
both figures froze. Betsy screamed in ecstasy, a noise that was
drowned out by a roar from Arnold himself. And then came the flood,
a deluge of spunk flowing from her cunt lips down over his crotch
and running in creamy rivulets down his thighs.

Like a balloon
coming to earth, the pair of them subsided to the floor in a heap,
their limbs entwined, their mouths together, their bodies still
joined cock to cunt.

There was
silence.

Billy, his
balls aching and his dick throbbing, slowly got to his feet and
crept from the room as silently as he could.

Sophie recognised Patsy Fretwork from her photos in the
Blizzard
. In the flesh she
looked smaller and older, less of a bimbo in fact, with hard little
creases at the corners of her mouth. She regarded Sophie with
evident suspicion as she allowed her into Pandora's flat and led
her in silence into a cluttered living-room blue with the fug of
cigarettes.