hand in front and one behind, he held her cunt firmly and continued to pour it on with the extended fingers.
“Deeper! It’s gotta be deeper!” she yelled.
“That’s all, baby, it won’t go any deeper. And my prick is getting hard, but it’s not hard enough…”
“I gotta have it! I can’t stand it! You’re burning me up… ram it in deeper! Split me open!”
If only my Goddam dick would come alive, he cursed himself. Sharp pains shot through his arms from holding her off the floor and bearing the weight of her luscious thighs.
Damn her, he thought, she really wanted it. She was taking the kick out of it.
And his cock wouldn’t get hard.
And she was winning the bitch.
He looked around and suddenly caught sight of an old buggy whip cast aside from a bygone era. The tongs of the whip had long ago disappeared, but the handle was intact, long, black, and thick.
Could she take it?
Who gives a shit, she’s going to get it.
He kept finger-fucking her as he slid across the floor.
She didn’t know what he was doing but she didn’t care; all she wanted was to get her frenzied cunt full of something. He milked her ass with his hand, ran a reaming finger into her pert little ass each time he plunged the fingers of the other hand. After several seconds he had succeeded in moving them backwards almost a yard.
“Oooohhhhhhh!” Billie screamed. He had massaged her clit to a state of climax and now she was having an orgasm against his plunging fingers. He felt the skin of his fingers burning from all the friction of her bumping pussy. She screamed on and wanted more. He could tell that one peak had finished and another was beginning. The movement along the floor had only served to make her more wild.
“I’m coming a hundred times! Keep fucking it, oh, keep fucking it!” Billie shrieked.
And now Carl had reached the whip. He slipped his hand out of her cunt. She swooned and threw her legs wide apart. Her gaping pussy seemed to moan for something. Her hips gave a tremendous leap upward, trying to ensnare anything. He held the handle a second, brought it down even with her lurching pussy, and fixed it at the lips of her hole.
Immediately her cunt grabbed for the blunt instrument. In a second, she was arching her loins up higher, taking the artificial cock fully inside for two or three inches. In all, the handle must have been ten inches long. He held it firmly and looked intently into her face, wanting to make sure that she knew what this was all about. She jerked backward and heaved for more of the deadly object; her eyes popped open and she looked at him fiercely, in the throes of erotic desire.
“God, Carl shove it in! I need it! Oh, but I need it! Please, please, my pussy needs it!”
He felt his cock stiffen up hard. He thought that he would hold the whip in place only for a minute and then replace it with his prick. God, he wanted to fuck that cunt! He could feel it throughout his whole being. Never in his life had he wanted a woman more, even Louise. He had had his share of pussy, but this was entirely new, entirely different. The thought of her wanting to be fucked by the artificial prick stirred him up more than anything. He felt all his blood swirling in his veins as he looked down and saw the handle sinking into the juicy hole.
“I want to fuck you!” he barked then.
“Too late! Too late! Oh, fuck me, yes! But fuck me with that first! Please don’t take it out… if you take it out, I’ll die! Fuck me, oh fuck me with that thing!”
She flashed her arms up and around and grabbed his hands with hers, guiding the hard leather cock. With her hands on his, she shoved the firm object in deep. She let out a distorted moan as it touched the entrance of her womb. She lay back as though in a trance, and held his hands firmly above her pussy and on the end of the artificial device.
“Oh, God,” she cried. “It’s awful… but I want it… I’m rotten… rotten to the core…”
“Yes you are, you bitch… you’re rotten. Just like all of them, you’re rotten all the way through.”
“Don’t talk, you bastard. Fuck! Fuck my cunt… FUCK ME!”
She hunched her hips on the rod. With both hands on the leather cock, he began to pull it up and push it back down carefully. The first two or three times caused her to moan and flail her hips around. She grabbed him around the waist with her legs and locked them firmly. The whip had not gone all the way in yet; each time that he pulled it up and shoved it back in place he urged it just a bit deeper. Finally, he plunged it in as deep as it would go, letting his bunched fingers pause at the hot and syrupy opening to her cunt.
Her ass was bouncing with each stroke. She humped it and let him fuck her with its mashing fullness. Clearly she was taking it all without any difficulty. Once, as he pushed it rapidly, she lunged upward and ate the entire length of it. His fingers lost it for a minute and it stuck deep in her hole. She shrieked out in a grotesque cry of wantonness. He groped until he found the end of the handle and then brought it out halfway again. She was going crazy now with wanting a full fuck.
“I’m going to come any second!” she cried. “Pour it on! Oh God, fuck it fuck it fuck it!”
With a firm grip he jacked down into her spread-eagled cavern. He jammed and rammed it like a hot poker into a blast furnace. Her legs flapped at his sides.
“I need it, I need it!” she chanted, hunching madly. “I need it, I need it I need it!”
He felt that he just had to get that leather thing out of her pussy and get his cock where it yearned to be. He tried to pull it all the way out, but she stopped him frantically with her hands.
“No! No!” she cried. “I’m coooommmmiiiinnnngggg!”
She bellowed like a woman being burned at the stake. Her whole body balled against him. He felt her hands on his cock as she continued to scream. Her hands began to mash and pull and jack his now rock-hard prick. He tried to pull his cock away from her pumping hands, not wanting to waste his stuff in her hands. But she held on like a madwoman and jacked furiously.
“Oh, God, I’m going to come! Come on, baby, let me fuck you!”
“No, it’s good, it’s good, it’s so goooood!” she moaned.
She was jacking his stiff cock so fast that he thought she would rip it off. Her orgasm stretched out beyond mere seconds; she hunched her slippery hole over the black demon time and time again, unable to get enough of it to fully satisfy her insatiable appetite. Carl felt his cock give a violent jerk and then he spurt a huge wad of cum on her bare stomach. The cock jerked again and shot another volley of cream, splattering on the blonde hair of her pussy.
“I’m coming!” he yelled.
Deftly, she hunched the whip, withdrew her hot loins, and in one lightning motion, hunched her cunt on the granite-hard head of his cock. Her pussy was catching the full force of his eruption now. She was not so much letting him fuck her as she was acting as a reservoir for his cum. She felt great gobs of his seed spitting down into her hot canal.
“There, you prick,” she gasped finally. “Are you satisfied now?”
“Fuck you,” he growled.
“You’re not man enough. That whip handle did it better!”
His fist slammed against the jaw. Her head hit the floor, but she didn’t go out. She heard him get into his clothes and, through slitted eyes, saw his image as he walked out the door.
There was no more doubt in her mind now.
She would join the Lovers, and she would have her revenge.
CHAPTER NINE
She found the house easily, just off campus, and she rang the bell. Billie had no idea who lived there and, at that point, she didn’t care. She guessed that it was the mysterious male member of the faculty that Thelma had mentioned, so she was surprised when Marilyn Carr opened the door.
She looked different to Billie. Her breasts were her most striking feature; they were voluptuous, outstanding both figuratively and literally. She wore a bra that could barely contain the huge globes. They danced beneath the material with every movement of the woman’s body. Her slim waist, flaring hips, and exquisitely curved legs all suggested a body made for sex.
