Chapter 9

What the boys were talking about would have shocked Jenny and terrified Linda. At first they joked about having to tie up Sludge-Pump and what great fucks the girls were, what tight cunts they had, and what sluts they were when the two were together. They supposed they had their tongues stuck up each other's cunts right now.

"As long as they're keeping their pussies nice and juicy I don't care a bugger what they do," drooled Billy. "I'm gonna have that little blonde again by Christ," he added. "She's the horniest bird I've ever known. She never stopped cummin'... guess I brought her on." He looked at the others with a smug grin on his face.

"Me next with the blonde," said Tiger defiantly.

A cunning leer spread over the heavy unshaven face of Sludge-Pump. "Yeah," he said. "You and me haven't had her yet. It's our turn next. Hugh can fuck his cousin and Billy can have her mouth. I reckon that's fair."

"There's plenty for everybody. Don't rush. You can all have them as often as you like." Hugh leaned forward menacingly towards Jim Yates. "But next time, I'm havin' the blonde again before she's split open for good."

"That's four of us wants Miss Lolita," Billy said. "Looks like we should toss for her."

"Anyway," said Tiger, "four into two don't go. Or does it?"

"Why not?" laughed Hugh. "Each one of them's got three fuck holes and we've only got one tool each. That makes it four into six!"

Roaring with laughter they opened more cans while one of them put on another record. Then they got down to business.

"We can make a bundle out of the Yankee bird," announced Hugh.

"And out of Jenny, too," suggested Tiger, looking at the others to support him. Hugh shook his head, so they shook their heads. No hawking his cousin. Besides, Hugh informed them, she had to go to Melbourne tomorrow to have her picture taken for a women's magazine.

"That's why we can do business in this flat. Linda's parents think she's in Brisbane, the club's full of horny bastards like us and nobody'll be any wiser. Not that there ain't plenty of birds about beggin' for it and givin' it away..." He stopped talking to listen; he thought he could hear a strange buzzing sound coming from the bedroom. Must be me ears, he said to himself.

"Yeah," Tiger broke in. "There's plenty of bitches about but Jesus a lot of blokes like to have it readily available, close to the beach, like. An' how many of them have had a terrific Yankee doll of fifteen?"

"Everybody likes a change," laughed Billy. "I reckon you could get up to fifty dollars a time for her if you had the patience to wait."

"We don't have the time. She'll only be in Sydney for another week or so, and we'll have to get her back safe and sound a couple of days at least before she has to go back to the States. We've got to play this safe. I don't want to get Jenny into any strife over her, and I'm bloody sure I don't want the cops sniffing around." Hugh was just as greedy for dollars as the others. They were all short of money because what they earned went to the breweries as soon as they were paid. Making it this easy way with free fucks on the side was something each one of them had always dreamed about.

"Sounds like a workin' holiday," said Tiger, cocking an ear towards the door. "That's funny. I thought I heard somethin' buzzin' in there." He looked quizzically at the others. "Any of you hear it?"

"Yeah, I did," said Billy.

"Me too," said Hugh. "I'll just take a look at the beautiful bodies and see what's goin' on." The music drowned the sound of the door opening but not the sound of buzzing, louder now that the door was open. Hugh closed the door softly, a lewd smirk on his face.

"Jesus! Do you know what me cousin's doin'?" he gasped, choking to stop himself from laughing out loud. "She's got one of them vibrator things shaped like a cock and she's got it buzzin' up the Princess's cunt. And she's lovin' it. Jesus, I ain't never seen anythin' like it! Jenny's fuckin' her with a plastic cock!"

They were drunk enough to laugh at anything and this news had them rolling about the floor.

"Right-o, calm down you mad bastards." Hugh whispered hoarsely. "Play another record Billy to stop them hearin' us. Before we get too stoned, let's fix the price. And no fuckin' cheatin' any of you. I say twenty dollars a fuck. And seein' how she's my find and it's in my apartment and I take the biggest risk, I take ten dollars and you split the rest between you. Any argument?" he asked, leaning back and cooling his cock on the side of the cold can of beer in his hands.

"No argument, mate," Tiger said, answering for the others. "But if we get more than twenty dollars we three split the extra. OK?"

"Fair enough," Hugh admitted. "All I want is ten bucks a fuck."

They lifted cans of beer and toasted the deal. The others wanted to open the door to look lasciviously at the plastic vibrator that inspired such sounds of moaning from the bedroom, but they were easily persuaded by Hugh to stick to the beer for awhile. They all needed a rest, he said. "Something to eat, too." said Billy.

"There's some brownies left in the kitchen. We'll eat them, the hash might give us a little boost," Hugh said, noticing that Tiger was beginning to doze-off in his chair.

"Hey, Tiger," he called. "We're flippin' a coin to see who gets up who next." He first of all tossed for partners and he got Sludge-Pump Yates, leaving Billy and Tiger in partnership. The next toss was for the blonde. "Heads or tails?" he called; Billy called, "Tails," and the coin fell down showing the head.

"She's ours," gloated Sludge-Pump. "We've won the little blonde."

"Right," said Hugh. "She will be surprised. So will Jenny when she finds she gets Tiger again and Billy as a bonus. Don't knock her about, you two. Remember she's flying down to Melbourne tomorrow on a modeling job."

"What we do won't show. Front or back. When do we start? I think my partner's liable to cave in unless we get cracking soon." Billy could see Tiger's eyes dropping with sleep and the effects of drinking countless beers at the club.

"Another round of beers first. Give the Princess time to get to work on Jenny with the vibrator. Put on another record, Billy, something with a good beat to it." He got up himself to stack the refrigerator with more cans of beer and bring cold ones back to the living room. Although it was about four in the morning, the heat was stifling. There were few traffic sounds in the street. Occasional dull rolls of thunder announced a coming storm, a "southerly buster" that often blew up along the coast in summer. The breakers were thumping down louder, their sound stronger now the traffic was quieter.

They ate the remaining brownies but the baked hash inside them had little effect on Billy who fell asleep with a cigarette burning a hole in his armchair. Hugh poured beer on the cigarette and the burned hole, then he went to the couch to stretch out. Jim and Tiger hoped he would pass out as well so they could have the two girls to themselves.

The more Tiger thought of this in his drunkenly cunning mind, the more he liked the idea. After awhile, on the pretext of going to the bathroom, he ambled towards the bedroom door and just as he was about to pass it he pushed it open, went inside, slammed the door and locked it. The two girls yelled with surprise and covered their faces to protect themselves from Tiger's mad leap into the bed between them, knocking the little phallic vibrator to the floor. He wanted the blonde and in his efforts to concentrate on pushing her legs apart Jenny was quickly able to break from his grip and unlock the door.

There was enough noise to wake the dead, but not Billy. Jim was first in when the door was unlocked, his thickly muscled arm going around Linda's waist to drag her forcibly from Tiger's drunken clutches. Jim found the girl less trouble than he expected: She appeared dazed, though she was still able to manage to call in a pathetically weak voice for Jenny and Hugh to help her.

Partly sobered by the commotion, Hugh saw that a fight was brewing, an all-out brawl that might have the neighbors calling the cops. The four had tossed fair and square for the next fuck. Billy was passed out in his chair, gone for the night, Tiger had his luck of the toss in the bedroom, and Sludgie and himself had theirs. He allowed him to hold onto the squirming nymphet while he reached into the bedroom to take the door key.

"Goodnight Tiger. Goodnight Jenny. We'll leave you two love birds alone until breakfast time," he said, pulling the door shut and locking it before his cousin could prevent him. Hugh stood listening through the door and heard her shout at him what a low creature he was, and she said to Tiger, "I'm too bloody weak to resist."

Turning to Jim to ask him to carry the girl to the couch, he was startled to see his partner's hand gripped tightly over the struggling girl's mouth as he bent behind her, trying to stuff his great pole between her quivering ass-cheeks.

"Do ya want another fist in ya face, ya great baboon?" he demanded, dragging Linda away from him. "Don't ya know how to treat a Princess?" Christ the girl's limp, he thought, must have overdone the vodkas. What she needs is a hot meat injection. His crude humor caused him to laugh as he picked Linda up and carried the semiconscious girl to the couch where he sat with her in his arms, nibbling at her nipples and feeling her soft pussy.

"What about me?" Sludge-Pump glared across the room, his monstrous cock and gross hairy body in the dimly lit room giving him the appearance of a caricatured Neanderthal man.

"I'm warmin' her up for us both," Hugh said, feeling a reaction to his finger in her cunt, noticing her legs beginning to move slowly apart to help his finger. She let her head droop forward so that he could kiss her. She didn't resist. He kissed her hard on the mouth which sensuously opened for his tongue with the same slowness as her legs opened for his finger. For some time his penis had been slack, but now it suddenly shot out between his legs. He had to ease Linda back against him, her hips and waist pushing sluttishly, squeezing his cock hard against his belly. He felt dribbles of lubricating fluid wetting down to his navel. Her warm pussy was coming to life, exuding its own juices to welcome the fleshy horn.

"Did ya like Jenny fuckin' ya with her vibrator?" he asked her lasciviously.

She nodded stupidly, seeking his mouth again.

"Do ya want me to fuck ya with me cock?" He had to push her away to get her lips off his to ask her. She nodded again, mumbling "Yes." She was rubbing her side against his stiff member. He told her to kiss it. She lowered her head obediently, still writhing against his finger, opened her mouth and took the swollen, dribbling head succulently into her mouth as though sucking a particularly large ripe plum.

Sludge-Pump stood looking ravenously down at her. "I'll tell ya what," he said slyly, "I'll lift her onto ya, Hugh."

With a nod from Hugh he lifted her up by the waist, the ravishing young body bending listlessly like a rag doll, Hugh holding her at her armpits. The beefy life saver placed an arm underneath her golden brown belly, bent her knees forward with his other arm and lowered her down, her vaginal lips spread wide apart. Stretching out on his back, Hugh lifted his pelvis so that his cunt-seeking cock-head met the descending vaginal lips held apart by Jim.

Carefully lowering her jackknifed body down, Jim leered evilly. He had her tender, tight little brown anus right in front of his eyes. Christ! he said to himself, if I can get the old Sludge-Pump in there it'll be a miracle... but by Christ I'm gonna get it in if I have to drill a new hole... I'll teach the horny slut to ever smack me across the face. His coarse, simple mind still held a grudge against the girl, not only for striking him on the nose: She had treated him like dirt. In this case, he laughed lewdly to himself, revenge will be sweet!

With her legs doubled up he lowered Linda's warmly greedy cunt all the way down and felt the girl's waist muscles flexing as she began to ride up and down on the shaft. He could barely wait to rape the temptingly beautiful anus. Normally he didn't care one way or another about bun-fucking, but Jesus! he thought, no one could resist the tantalizing sight of the perfect roundness of this girl's buttocks. The completely hairless crack exposing a daintily puckered hole with its pink center rising and falling. His desire was further aggravated by the sight of her pink juicy cunt moving slowly and sensuously up and down Hugh's horny cock.

Moistening his fingers with the flowing lubricating juices exuding from her pussy, he wiped some on his great bull-cock, rubbed his fingers against the puffed lips of her cunt once more, and drew his hand up her anal crack. He repeated the action several times, letting her get used to it, lingering over it, as he hungrily stared at the tantalizing little hole that made his mouth drool.

Resisting a temptation to sink his teeth into the sleek flesh of her ass-cheeks, he tested the anal opening tentatively with the tip of his finger, slippery from the sticky wetness. She cringed away from it, forcing him to grip her bent waist with his left hand before again probing, this time more forcibly, with his finger. It went half an inch into the tightly flexed little asshole; he pushed in a further inch, gripping her tight. She tried to complain in a mewly voice to Hugh who clamped her mouth tight against his own. He knew what old Sludgie was doing, and she was going to get it whether she liked it or not. She was beginning to relax the tight sphincter muscles to allow his finger further penetration, grinding around to feel more cock and more finger.