Chapter 3

As I pounded my miraculously resilient cock into Sandy's hot and throbbing and multi-orgasmic cunt, driving her even crazier with the tongue bath and sucking I gave her long and tough toes, especially the big toe, I kept my cum at bay with thoughts of what I would tell her. The thoughts did excite me though, and after an hour of excruciatingly intense fucking, I was as hard as I had been. Finally I let go of the thoughts, shut my eyes, and let the incredible sensation of sliding in and out of her slick wet slot take over everything and I unleashed the last of the five orgasms I had that memorable Saturday night. Pushing full force into her, pressing my groin against hers at the spot where she could feel it best, I sparked another long scream of pleasure from her, feeling the complicated vibrations of her pussy pulsing in counterpoint to my own pulsating orgasm.

When the orgasm abated, she smiled into my smiling face, her face and body flushed red, and opened her lean strong arms to present her amazing slim nakedness to me, beckoning me to lie within them. I carefully lowered my body down, keeping my slowly fading cock inside her. Her arm and legs wrapped around me, and we embraced as she sighed out the pleasure she felt. The slippery fluids we had both produced finally let my penis slide free. I took her in my arm and rolled her over. She let go her embrace, as did I. Her body slid along my side, her head resting in the crook of my shoulder.

"So," she said, in her breathless voice.

"So," I replied, awaiting her question.

"How did it go?"

"Perfect!" I said. She laughed. "Michelle and I ... It was perfect."

"I mean, with the case?"

"That too."

"You know I could taste her on your cock."

"Did you like it?"

"I never tasted a woman's juices before. I didn't mind."

"She's a lesbian, you know."

"Could have fooled me."

"Yeah. But maybe she'd like you, and..."

"A threesome, you horny little bastard?" Sandy said, slapping my shoulder playfully.

"Well ... The thought would turn me on if I had any energy left in my poor little Joey."

"But the case must go on. So what did you find out?"

"She wore some of the stolen jewels."

"No shit!"

"Yeah. And she's definitely come into some money. After Chez Pierre we shared an evening in a room at the Moana with Dom Perignon and caviar, all paid for by her without flinching a moment at the cost."

"No shit!"

"And she invited me to her house to party with her girlfriends."

"No shit!"

"Yeah, this Wednesday."

"By the end of the week I don't think she's going to want to have anything to do with either one of us."

I shook my head and sadly said, "Probably not."

"Poor Joe. You've fallen in love, haven't you?"

"I don't know, Sandy. I like her. We got close."

"I could tell. But Joe, my darling, she's a thief and a murderer."

"Maybe."

"Probably."

"Probably," I said, feeling the twinge of guilt I would feel many more times in my life. It would seldom be as powerful as that moment. Why and how did I simultaneously lust for and suffer guilt over duplicity? It was an extreme case of Yin and Yang. I knew I was doing good, but the activity was just as evil. There was something about Michelle. Extenuating circumstances the lawyers might say in her defense. She and her girlfriends had been wronged badly, and sought and found revenge. I knew the good woman I had dated that evening could have done the horrible things she had done only through pure hate. Hatred of some jocks who had done her and her friends some grave injury years before. And here I was, a man, attacking her again in the sneakiest way possible. I had given her a taste of sweet heterosexuality, and soon enough it would turn on its head. It was in the cards. She was destined to hate men.

After letting me out at the door of Michelle's nice suburban home that Wednesday, Sandy drove the Buick a couple houses down. A good sized ranch style house, unusual only in its pale green color, it blended in with the modest suburban homes up and down the block. We both realized I was entering the lionesses' den. All six murderous women awaited me. If things got dangerous, I planned to flash a light off and on to signal her to call the cops on her two way radio.

The woman who greeted me at the door surprised me to the point of letting go of my grin and revealing my suddenly racing heart. She hadn't been at the party where I began my seduction of Michelle, and if she had been I might have thought better of the plan. It wasn't her amazing body fully displayed in a low cut cotton shirt and tight culottes that set my heart aflutter. I knew her. I had seen her at the Honolulu police station more than once. She was a crime reporter for the Honolulu Star Bulletin. My research uncovered her position, but I didn't associate her with the woman I had seen at news conferences. She was hard to miss, a lovely red head with a voluptuous body who also revealed her intelligence by asking the most stimulating and provocative questions. But I never put two and two together. More than once she must have seen me being chummy with Sam or Sandy.

"You must be Joe," she said with her medium and intelligent tone. Her lean fingers held my hand in a soft, comfortable shake. Her eyes revealed multiple layers, welcoming, curious and suspicious. Or maybe I projected. But then she added, "I know you."

"You look familiar, too." I said, hoping to deflect suspicion by not denying her curiosity.

"I'm sorry. Where's my manners. Come in. I'm Carrie by the way," she said, leading me out of the short foyer.

"Nice to meet you," I said as I slipped by her into the living room. Carrie Livingston: journalist.

The other five suspects sat on sofas and arm chairs. Four of them had been at the party but I only officially met one.

They occupied a perfect party space. A nice sized kitchen lay on the other side of a counter. A hall at the back of the room led to where the bedrooms and bathrooms presumably hid. The front of the room had a wall of windows, which would have been a pleasant way to let the daylight and trade winds in except the for the opacity of the thick drapes covering them.

The women stood up to greet me and introduce themselves. Well, at least four introduced themselves. Michelle stood beside me and circled her arm around my lower back. Once I shook the other four ladies' hands I encircled her shoulder with my now free arm and leaned down for a gentle little kiss.

Joy, the jock of the group was a lovely tall Chinese woman, an associate at a financial firm, and probably the richest of the group. Despite that she dressed down, wearing tight, tattered cutoffs and a tight t-shirt which accentuated her full firm breasts, flat stomach and steely musculature.

Mary was a cute, petite blonde owning a catering service renowned for fine food and service. Her small stature gave her full figure a perfect shape. Even her short legs under her flowery, high hemmed summer dress looked lean enough to accentuate her perfection.

Harriet was a lovely black woman with a great smile and a down to earth attitude which belied her intelligence. She was a performance artist/writer/composer. She lived on grants and the little bit of admissions from her shows and made the least money of the group. And of course her clothes revealed the richest mix of textures in shades of brown which effortlessly twisted and turned around her svelte body. I had a feeling she created them herself. She was immensely creative.

Finally there was Lani, an exquisitely beautiful woman whose parents had moved from India to Hawaii in her youth. She looked every bit the Indian goddess. Her soft, dusky skin and her soft full figure easily viewed under an elegant, silky and tightly fitted sari, along with her elegant face made her a breathtaking example of womanhood. She was a research scientist.

Six gorgeous, intelligent, good women were six thieves and murderers. How could that be? What was the extenuating circumstance? I desperately needed to know.

"So your Mom dropped you off?" asked the inveterate journalist. She gave Michelle a meaningful yet subtle stare.

"No, just a friend I work with. She lives in Kailua." The lie, the lovely faces, the revealing fashion, the magnificent flesh brought that familiar pressure in my groin. I sat down with my glass of champagne, Dom Perignon of course. I grabbed a roll of sushi from the platter resting on the low table. Michelle snuggled next to me on the loveseat.

"You better watch out, Michelle. She looked about our age, and pretty as can be."

"She's in her mid thirties."

"And how old do you think we are?" asked the petite Mary, who didn't look much older than myself, even though I knew these ladies were all in there late twenties.

"Is that a fair question?" I asked. "If I guessed too old you would be insulted, and if I guessed too young you'd probably think I flattered dishonestly."

"All I'm saying," said Carrie, who I began suspecting was not so nice a lady, "is there are cradle robbing women out there and fickle young men both with insatiable needs."

"It's not like we've posted bands," said Michelle. I felt her tighten up a bit. "He hasn't pinned me. We're not going steady. Who's to say he can't find another companion while he's seeing me? Or I can't if I'm seeing him?"

"Well," said Harriet in her low, mellifluous tone, pausing to collect the words, "I don't think our new young gentleman would mind sharing a bed with one of Michelle's conquests."

All the women except Michelle laughed.

"You know Michelle's inclinations, don't you Joe?" continued Harriet.

"I told him," said Michelle. The response sounded tense.

"We all enjoy the softer sex," said Joy. "We find the harder sex to be too ... hard." She glanced at my tumescence, which had subsided a bit but remained there if one looked for it. All the women glanced down.

Suddenly the beautiful Indian knelt in front of me. "The fickle finger of fate," she proclaimed. "Do you mind?" she asked Michelle. Without getting an answer, she touched my cock. It quickly pressed harder on the fabric of my shorts.

"It looks to be all man," the luscious scientist concluded. "A mind of its own surrounded by desirable women immediately forgetting its hostess."

"Lani, I don't know why I wanted him," said a flustered Michelle. "I just thought him lovely and gentle. He never flaunted his ego. He listened to me. It turned me on. He made me want him. He didn't force me. Never."

"He played you, my lovely innocent Michelle," said Carrie.

"But I wanted to play. I wanted him. He turned me on like I have never been before. I realized I wanted him totally. I wanted him inside me, loving me through and through. It felt so good. I never felt so loved or so thrilled or so fulfilled as when we made love. I'm not a lesbian. I just never found a cock attached to anything I wanted. Even the strap-ons never did it for me."

Suddenly Lani unzipped me. I wanted to stop her, but I found my arms restrained by Joy and Harriet. They pulled my arms behind me. I couldn't move. My cock had a brain of its own. It popped out of its confines and continued to engorge.

"See, Michelle," said Carrie. "No conscious. He's a man. He'd fuck a notch in the wall for all he cares about us."

"But you're all so beautiful," cried Michelle. "How could he resist?"

"I can't," I said. "You got me restrained."

"But the cock's not," said Mary. "And it's telling the truth."

"But it's beautiful, too, isn't it Michelle?" said Lani. She tasted it with her tongue, then wrapped her lips around it and sucked. I was in heaven and hell simultaneously. "Mmm, it feels good, too," she said once her lips had released my meat.

"Let me try," said Mary. She grabbed hold with her petite hand and began to pull. Lani continued licking and sucking. She seemed to enjoy it. Her mouth and tongue became more intense.

Michelle snapped out of her tension. I could smell her excitement. She stood and stripped off her clothes. Then she stripped me. Her hands roamed over my chest. Her chest pushed into my face. I couldn't help but nuzzle those fantastic firm little tits, pulling on her nipples with my teeth.

Mary and Lani soon flung away their clothing. They returned to my cock which only got harder seeing those fantastic bodies and gorgeous faces kneeling at my feet. Lani looked fleshy in all the right ways, her belly perfectly rounded, her breasts fabulously large and pendulous with wide rings around thick hard nipples. Mary looked soft with a lovely tan everywhere except small areas around her nipples and crotch, her breasts round and full looking large on her petite torso, the areolas small and pink, as were her nipples albeit a little darker pink. Her tummy too had roundness but a little more taut and firm. All three women's hands slid between thighs, fingers plunging into pussies. Mary had joined Lani licking and sucking my cock. For a couple of lesbians, they seemed to be having a grand old time. But they did exchange kisses with tongues occasionally.

Meanwhile Carrie began her speech. "Michelle, I'm glad you found some love. Unfortunately, as is our wont, you've managed to find just the wrong guy. No fault of yours I'm sure. Your young man manipulated you. He wanted to get into the fold and not necessarily the fold between your legs. He's a cop of some sort. And the woman that dropped him off is one too. I've seen them both at the cop shop, pals with Lieutenant Sam Kamalua. I bet he's here not to love you and meet your friends but to get the goods on us and put us away. Here Joy, tie him up."

Carrie must have handed Joy some twine. I felt its raw texture wrapping my hands.

"Harriet," Carrie continued, "Go outside and see if there's an old Buick with a blonde lady anywhere nearby."

"Can't I get in on the fun?" whined Harriet mockingly.

"Soon as you take care of the bitch and get back here. Bring the syringe along. We'll get them both together."

I heard the door close soon after. The sexual thrill abated a bit at this point. Danger escalated by the second. But at the same time I held to the thought we'd get through this somehow, Sandy and me, especially knowing Sandy and her profound ability to deal with all contingencies. Then I felt an extremely tight and extremely hot and wet pussy graze the head of my cock and begin to slide down. I realized I had closed my eyes. I opened them to see Mary, her lovely pale round ass facing towards me, sliding her near virgin cunny down my proud pole. Fingers from Mary, Lani and my dear Michelle guided her.