She braced on her forearms and shoved back. The monstrous cock slid into her, skewering her to the very depths of her hole. She choked. It was too big, splitting her in half.
He drew out. The return was easier, noisy as her cunt sucked at it, sloshing and squirting on the overload of cock meat.
When he withdrew she shrieked. Her cunt gaped, pulsed. She thrust backward to fill her slit. The rampant cock plunged in and she came explosively, wrenching about, thrashing her ass and butting it against him.
It was gone again.
She looked frantically back over her shoulder. She saw Bud move from her and wedge the huge cock into his wife's cunt.
Lita seized Sharon's arm, then bit her neck, moaning with passion as Bud rammed it in.
Lita cried, 'Bud, you're making me come so hard, darling! Oh, please fuck me more than just three strokes. Please?'
'Honey, it's Sharon's turn now.'
Again Sharon was filled by the massive club. She threw her arms about Lita and clung to her, sucking the back of her neck.
Then Lita collapsed. She slid down under Sharon and suckered her mouth onto a hanging breast, trying to swallow the nipple.
Bud chuckled, 'Well, all right, honey. I'll fuck Sharon's cunt for a while. My, you're pretty excited today, aren't you?'
Lita tongued Sharon's breast out of her mouth long enough to say, 'Bud, I love you so! Why don't you shove a finger into my cunt while you fuck Sharon?'
Then she gulped in a mouthful of tit.
Sharon was peaking again, crying out, 'Ahhh! It's so good, Bud, drive it into my cunt!'
'I was thinking of trying out your other hole, honey,' he said.
'Anything!' she cried.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Nightmare was not the word for it. Fantastic, yes. An unbelievable journey through a sea of boiling flesh.
Sharon even got an orgasm from being buggered. By then she had noticed the mirrors on the walls. She saw Bud spread her white buttocks and force his dripping cock into her asshole. It hurt as the giant head stretched her ass, but when it was inside she started coming again.
Lita's head was between her legs. Sharon lowered to let the girl lap her cunt while her husband reamed her asshole.
The next she remembered was somewhat later, she and Lita doing a sixty-nine, lapping cunt while Bud, resting, sat in a chair sipping a drink and smiling broadly as he watched them.
Later Sharon sucked his balls while he fucked his wife.
At seven in the evening Sharon awakened from a deep sleep.
She first became aware of the smell of cunt. She was covered with it.
Then Lita plopped her into a bathtub full of warm water. She fell asleep again in the tub.
They rode to the motel in Bud's car, Sharon sandwiched between the couple. Bud's hand was between her legs, caressing her pussy. Lita was toying with her titties.
She was exhausted and felt sore all over. But the effects of the drug had dissipated. She now saw the world in sharp perspective.
'We'll all go in,' Bud said, 'and introduce Nancy and Harve to their new boss. Sharon, if you want me to, I'll get your little old white sports car tonight and park it in front of the motel. Now, I don't have to mention again that you aren't going to fuck around with any other boys or girls. Well, I've said it. All right?'
Sharon was too dazed to answer.
Bud parked at the lobby entrance and they got out.
Sharon entered first. She saw Nancy and Harve behind the counter, standing quite close together.
Nancy said sharply, 'You're late for work, Sharon. I'll have to report this to Bud.'
Then Bud and Lita appeared.
The five of them gathered at the desk.
Bud said, 'Nancy, I'm making some personnel changes in the night shift.'
Sharon saw their frowns. There was an expectant silence after he spoke, a dead quiet punctuated by the thumping beats of her heart.
The afternoon's drugged sexual workout had emptied her of volition. She sagged against the counter. She felt powerless to either accept or refuse the goodies Bud had heaped upon her. She felt like a statue being draped with ropes of pearls, hung with diamond arid emerald necklaces. She was simply there, a structure being adorned.
He said, 'Nancy, you've worked hard here and you gave me no cause for complaint, but I'm going to change things.'
The girl spoke up. 'That's all right with me, Bud. I've decided that Harve could do a better job as manager than I can. I mean, it's better for a man to be in charge. People expect it.'
Hearing this, Sharon understood the looks that had passed between Nancy and Harve this morning. Clearly, they had gotten together. Buddy? Apparently he had awakened Nancy's cunt to the existence of other males. But their intrigues were pointless. Only the whims of Bud Connoly mattered.
Bud said, 'Sharon will be the new night manager.'
Did they realize that she had succeeded as a whore?
Their startled gazes focused on her.
She heard the phone ring. Nancy and Harve seemed oblivious to it. The ring persisted. Responding automatically, Sharon rounded the counter and took the call.
She heard Tom Thornton's voice.
'I've got troubles, Sharon. I don't know what the hell is up, but I've been fired.'
Sharon recalled their picnic at the fishing shack, their dreams of a plane and a sleeping bag.
She cradled the phone in her bosom. They were all staring at her – Nancy, Harve, Lita, Bud.
'Tom!' she cried, raising the phone again. 'I don't understand.'
'I don't either. But I wish you'd come over to my place and comfort me. I'm just around the corner. Twelve Liberty Street. My apartment is on the second floor.'
'But, Tom, you're supposed to be Harris' best salesman! They can't fire you.'
'It looks like they have. Well, there goes our airplane. And our sleeping bag.'
'But why?'
'This afternoon an order came from one of the senior partners to get rid of me. Mr. Harris didn't want to, but he had no choice.'
She understood now. The phone fell from her hands as she turned to Bud Connoly.
She said, 'You told me you are a partner at Harris Motors.'
He nodded. 'I always invest my motel profits locally. I own parts of other businesses too.'
'Did you tell them to fire Tom Thornton?'
'Sure I did. I told you, baby, I don't share with anybody. There isn't room in this town for both me and that young prick Thornton. See, I knew about you and him. I'm just making sure.'
At last Sharon realized the meaning of whoring. It was selling out. It was being owned. It was being powerless.
Bud said, 'Well, let's get to work. Nancy, how many quickies tonight?'
Sharon thought, If I can move one foot, take one single step, then I can walk around the counter.
Her legs responded sluggishly. She staggered, teetered, swayed, lunged. But she moved. She rounded the counter.
