Chapter 5

Nica awoke to a knocking on the door. Her head throbbed. She staggered to her feet and stumbled half-blind to the door.

"Nica, open up!" said the loud knocker.

Nica blinked and recognized it was Aline. She fumbled with the lock.

"Nica!" Aline exclaimed, embracing her and mashing her nearly-naked tits against her. She kissed her on the cheek, then held her back by her shoulders.

"Is Carlos here?" she asked.

"Carlos? " Nica asked, confused.

She looked around. She didn't see Carlos. She did see four Japanese business men standing on the porch behind Aline. They were all smiling at her appreciatively.

"I don't think so," said Nica. She felt a little woozy.

"That's o.k.," said Aline. "I brought you replacement peckers!"

At that news, Nica's eyes brightened. She was still confused about what had happened and didn't feel all that well, but she knew what would make her feel better! If there was cock to be had, nothing else mattered.Nica looked to the trousers of the four men. Each was sporting a woody. Nica grinned.

"You are slut, yes?" asked the shortest one in broken Portuguese.

Nica nodded and giggled, her eyes never leaving their bulges.

"See!" said Aline. "I told you! She's almost as big a slut as me! <giggle> I brought all four of them to my place but its, like, hard to fuck four guys at once. I tried to call you but you didn't answer! I figured you were doing Carlos but I guessed when he was done with you, you'd still be cock-hungry <giggle> I know I can never get enough! So what do you say? Wanna have an orgy?"

"Yeah!" Nica exclaimed.

"Well, come on in boys!" Aline exclaimed. "The ass is hot and fresh!"

In no time at all, Nica's clothes were off and she had one of the men's cocks in her mouth while another was humping her ass. There cocks weren't as nice as Carlos ever-reliable shlong but it sure was nice to have two of them. Being fucked from both ends made her feel more like the slut that she was!

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw that one of them had already blown his was all over Aline's naked titties and Nica grunted in protest that Aline was already eating spunk! Apparently the cock in her mouth enjoyed the grunt, though, because it immediately started to throb. Nica's attention returned to the task at hand and some well-practiced licks and sucks soon had the pecker pulsing out liquid pleasure. Nica's headache was completely washed away in the warm white waves. She squealed with pleasure and clenched her asshole, causing the gentleman behind her to gasp and fill up her back entrance with the same wonderful stuff.

Nica gave a gooey smile to the man who had filled her mouth and he bowed to her. Nica looked over her shoulder to do the same for the man pulling out of her. He bowed as well. Nica giggled and blew a jism bubble.

She looked about for Aline, hoping there was still some spunk on her tits that Nica could lick off. The two men who had been fucking Aline were standing there with their dicks going limp, grinning and looking at Nica's ass. Nica was quite used to men admiring her ass, but that didn't explain where Aline had gone.

The mystery was solved as feminine fingers clasped Nica's ass cheeks and a face dove between them. Nica squealed and looked behind her. Curly blonde hair peaked over the horizon of her buttocks. Aline was lapping the jism from her asshole.

"Hey! That's mine!" Nica protested. "And it tickles!"

Aline just licked all the harder, pushed her tongue all the deeper.

"Hey, that feels kid of nice <giggle>" Nica said and blinked.

She giggled and wiggled her toushie. The men started talking to each other in Japanese. Nica looked about and saw that they were very interested in what Aline was doing to her. So much so that their flaccid peckers were starting to rally! Nica decided to play it up for them.

"Oh Aline!" she cried. "Lick me lick me lick me!!!" Eat my ass, you dirty little slut!"

Aline grunted into her ass. The men laughed, some of them repeating 'dirty slut'. Nica giggled and continued to grind her ass into her best friends face. It felt really good, but what Nica wanted most was another shot of pecker-juice. She smiled at the man who seemed to have made the best recovery and beckoned him closer with a hooked finger. He said something to his colleagues that made them laugh and swaggered over. She grabbed a hold of his cock as soon as it was in range and tugged him closer until she could pop it into her mouth.

The cock still had left-over spunk sticking to it and Nica shuddered with pleasure at the taste. She started her moaning, anxious fellatio and the cock got harder and hotter in her mouth. She was going to get more! She was coming at just the thought of it!

And then another cock came into her field of vision, the head of it tapping her nose, making her go cross eyed. The owner of the first cock said something incoherent but annoyed to the owner of the second, but after hurried negotiation, the second cock pushed its way along side the first. Nica's eyes went wide. She had never even considered sucking two cocks at once, but here she was, lips stretched to capacity, two hot heads insistently probing for the back of her throat. Nica squealed with delight and pushed her tongue up between the two meat rods. It was a new trick, but Nica was up to the challenge. Sucking dick was her raison detre.

The Japanese men were glad to help her too. They each took hold of her head and began to actively fuck her face, calling out a rhythm as one and then the other pushed his cock deeper and deeper down her throat. All Nica really had to do is try not to gag, which she was a natural at, and try not pass out from the pure pleasure of it.

Back between Nica's ass-cheeks, Aline started groaning and thrashing. Only later did Nica learn it was because her friend was also taking two cocks at once, though in a very different hole. All Nica new at the time was that her friend had triggered another orgasm and she cried out incoherently with a mouth full of cock.

And then, at last, they gave up their precious nectar, hot and slimy, pulsing in tandem into Nica throat, welling up and out between her stretched lips, dripping down her chin as she gurgled in delirious bliss.

The cocks slipped out of Nica's mouth. Aline slipped out of Nica's ass. Both girls slipped off the couch and onto the floor, a quivering mass. One of the men said something and they all put away their dicks, pulled up their pants, and filed in front of the girls. They bowed, then filed out the door. Nica and Aline waved, then spent half an hour eating spunk off each other.

When they were all cleaned up, they sat sprawled on the floor giggling, recounting to each other the details of how they had been fucked. At last they sighed and there was silence.

"You know what I want?" asked Nica at last.

Aline's eyes glistened and a smile consumed her face.

"More!" they both said at once.

A few phone calls later and Carlos house was filled with horny young neighborhood guys who a few weeks ago never would have thought they would have a chance with Nicole. They were still amazed at the sudden change in her, but they couldn't deny she had become a complete slut along with Aline. The two girls sprawled naked on the floor, fingering each other and urging their neighbors to cum all over them. Soon the young men had their pants around their ankles and Nica and Aline were encircled by a dozen hard, throbbing young pricks as the boys aimed and pumped. They giggled and made lewd gestures as their neighbors called them sluts, tramps and whores.

And then the shower began.

A tall, skinny 19 year old, whose name Nica wasn't even sure she had ever known, was the first to go off. He sent a long, glistening ribbon of jism that plastered itself across Aline's tits. Nica dove for the treat, lapping it from her best friends bosom and was hit in the back of the head by the boys follow through.

Almost in unison, the eleven other cocks started shooting their wads. Nica and Aline squealed in delight, catching what they could on the fly, lapping what they couldn't from each other and off the floor. The sheer volume was overwhelming and soon they were drunker off cum than they could ever have gotten off liquor. They giggle and slurped and rubbed the sweet man-juice into each others skin and hair. They reveled in the cheers of the neighborhood guys as they expressed their amazement that anyone could be so slutty, let alone the two most beautiful girls in town.

Nica was in such a cum-drenched euphoric fog that she was barely aware that another voice, much louder than those of her fans and the giggling and sucking of Aline, was not nearly so impressed. It was a very angry voice. And soon the other voices were gone and only the angry voice remained. Nica wiped jism out of her eyes to see her lover, Carlos, red-faced and fuming. The other cocks were gone, but that didn't matter. She liked Carlos cock the best.

"Hi Carlos!" she exclaimed. "Aline came over to play!"

The dripping, dazed blonde waved at him from the pool in which she lay.

"You wanna fuck us?" Nica asked. "Were horny sluts!"

Aline giggled and blew sperm bubbles.

"God damnit, Nica!" Carlos exclaimed. "Do you have any idea what you've done?"

Nica didn't really understand the question and Aline's bubbles looked tasty. She kissed her best friend passionately, slurping up jism in the process. Not that Aline minded. There was plenty to go around!

"FUCK!" Carlos exclaimed, but when Nica looked he was stomping around the house so she didn't think it was an invitation. She sucked semen from Aline's hair instead.

"What a fucking mess!" Carlos continued ranting. "The bed room too? I was only gone for 3 hours, damn it! Shit! They went through my stuff!"

There was a moment in which the only sound was of the two girls contentedly sucking and licking and of Carlos rummaging through bottles, then a cry of anguish that was enough to momentarily draw the girls out of their happy euphoria and shudder.

"Its gone! Its gone! Oh fuck, its gone!"

Carlos was really mad. Nica wasn't sure why. She wasn't sure about much of anything except that she really liked cum. She liked it a lot! And there was so much of it! She couldn't stop giggling, she was so drunk on the slimy stuff.

Aline couldn't stop giggling either, even as Carlos grabbed her by her gooey hair and propelled her out the front door. Nica waved goodbye to her best friend, then started rubbing jism into her clitty until she orgasm Ed for what must have been the hundredth time.

She wished Carlos would fuck her with his yummy cock. She would have liked that a lot, but instead he started yelling at people on the phone, so Nica lapped up a spot of cum that Aline had failed to slurp up from Nica's left tit.

Finally, Carlos started to sound a little less angry. Instead of talking in English, as he had been, he started speaking Portuguese.

"Oh thank God. I don't think a courier could get it to me in time. I could have her in Sao Paolo in 14 hours, though, if I drive fast. Would you be willing... Good! Good! I'm not sure how long the dose I gave her this morning is going to last and I'll be in deep shit if I find out. Any idea if there is some way I can keep her dumb and horny for as long as possible?... Yeah, well, the bastards that stole the drops took my reload too, so I don't know how much I can pump into her on the drive there, but they did leave her soaked in about three liters of the stuff... Yeah, I guess that could get pretty nasty. I'll put her in the shower before we leave... Great. So well meet you at the back door about ten in the morning... Thanks so much. I really owe you... Yes, I know... I'll bring my credit card."

"Carlos?" she asked. "Where are we going?"

"We're going on a little vacation," he told her. "To Sao Paolo. There's a place I want to take you to there. It's a surprise."

"Oh," she said.

She had been so happy just a few hours ago. Really, she had been ridiculously happy all week, ever since she realized she was in love with Carlos. Well, lust really. Was there a difference? She used to think so, didn't she? Before... before... what?

She didn't want to think about this. She didn't want to think about this. She didn't want to think at all. She wanted to fuck, didn't she? She was so happy before because she got to fuck a lot.

God, she had been fucking a whole hell of a lot lately, hadn't she? All of that with Carlos, that was normal she guessed since he was her new boyfriend and all, but should she really be doing all that stuff with strangers? And with... no, she really didn't want to think about that!

God, she was so confused! She closed her eyes and pressed her hands against her temples. She wished Carlos would just fuck her brains out... or did she?

"You all right, baby?" he asked.

"Yes," she said. "No... I don't know. I feel... strange. Can we fuck now Carlos? Please? I... I'm so confused. Things make sense when I'm fucking you. I'm happy when I don't have to... to think about stuff."

Carlos bit his lower lip and stared at her, eyes wide, more fearful than lustful. Something deep inside Nica cringed.

"Whatever you want, lover," he told her. "I live to make you happy. We'll stop at a motel in the next city."

Nica gave a weak smile.

"Thank you, Carlos," she said. "I'll make it really good for you."

"With you, it's always good beautiful," he said.

He reached over and stroked her inner thigh. It felt good. It made her feel better.

But something in the back of her mind was still nagging at her.

The motel Carlos chose was nothing like the one in which they had first consummated their love with Aline. Now that she thought about it, there was something odd about that, wasn't there? It was really nice but... she lost her train of thought.

The motel was on a decidedly shabby side of town. There were several women walking about and standing on street corners wearing very revealing outfits. Nica realized they must be whores. Then she saw one who was wearing an outfit almost identical to her own.

"People must think I'm a whore too," Nica thought.

She had had the thought before, but it didn't amuse her this time. Did she really want people to think she was a whore? She bit her lower lip.

Carlos had her wait in the car. He seemed to be gone an awfully long time. She stroked her pussy and considered getting the vibrator back out, but she knew it wouldn't be enough. She needed Carlos to fuck her, to wash away her uneasiness with his semen.

At last, he was back. Nica leapt into his arms, stuck her tongue in his ear, pulled it out again and whispered: "Fuck me, Carlos. Fuck me now. I need it."

The old ravenous lust returned to Carlos' eyes as he shifted his hands from her waist to her ass. Nica wrapped her legs tightly around him and he carried her to their motel room, making frequent stops to bury his tongue between her tits, making her giggle and squirm.

He managed to open the motel room door, then threw her onto the dingy bed. The room was small and musty, but Nica hardly noticed. She pulled her skirt up around her waist and reached down to spread her cunt lips.

"Fuck me, Carlos!" she pled. "I need it so bad!"

Carlos pulled his pants down around his ankles, not bothering to take off his shoes, and hopped on top of the bed between her welcoming thighs. Nica grabbed his swelling cock and guided it into herself. Then Carlos grabbed her wrists, pulling her arms above her head, and thrust the rest of the way into her with a bestial grunt.

They rutted. Carlos had never fucked her with such intense desperation. He frantically pounded her pussy with a ferocious determination, as if his life depended on making her come. Nica in turn undulated beneath him, meeting his every thrust, her cunt chomping greedily at his hard rod, desperately trying to hold it as it slipped back out of her, only to thrust in again, deeper, ever deeper.

"Fuck me, Carlos!" she cried out, the prayer of a tortured soul. "Fuck me! I only want to fuck! I don't want to think! Fuck me harder, Carlos! Fuck it all away!"

He responded to her pleas. Releasing her wrists, he reached back and grabbed hold of her ankles, pulling her legs up so that her feet neared her ears, opening up her cunt to allow him to go even deeper.

And deeper he went, and harder. Nica grabbed hold of her tits, savagely mauling her nipples in her quest for orgasm. Carlos drove her onward with the single minded determination of a jockey, pounding and pounding as she closed in on the finish line, his face a masque of obsession, lust and power.

And then she was there! Sweet, unthinking orgasm! All concern and confusion washed away as she convulsed with uncontrollable pleasure. Carlos hot seed pulsed into her and her eyes rolled back in her head as she touched the divine. There was only the fuck. Nothing else mattered. Nothing else existed. All was right, and good, and happy. She collapsed, utterly relaxed, and giggled softly.

Carlos collapsed as well, sprawling a top her sweaty, quivering form, panting. He didn't stay there long, though. Much too soon for Nica's liking, her rolled off of her and sat up. She was still reveling in a pink afterglow, however, and couldn't speak to protest. Carlos picked up the motel room phone and a piece of paper. He called a number and spoke in hushed tones that Nica couldn't understand. Not that she cared. She didn't care about anything after that monster fucking.

"O.K." said Carlos, hanging up the phone and turning to Nica. "Let's get you all prettied up."

Nica cheerfully let Carlos wipe the slobber from her face and neck. He mopped the jism she had missed from her thighs and then slipped her hotpants back on. He went to replace her top, then thought better of it, saying it would be better if her titties were easily accessible. Nica giggled, wondering what he had planned. He had her sit up and brushed her sex-mussed hair.

A few minutes after Carlos hung up, there was knock on their motel room door. Carlos opened the door and let a stranger in. Impulsively, Nica covered her tits with her hands. She didn't know why but she was embarrassed. She blushed.

"So this is the girl, huh?" said the short, stubble-faced man in a leather jacket and oily hair. "Yeah, I guess she's probably worth a hit or two."

"Carlos, what's going on?" Nica asked. "Who is this?"

"Nica, this is Inacio," Carlos said. "I was telling him what a nice blow job you give and he just had to see for himself."

"You're a foxy bit of trim, girl," said the oily man. "If that mouth of yours feels as sweet as it looks, ol' Uncle Inacio has a treat for you."

Nica's confusion was back in full force.

"You want me to... to him?" she asked Carlos. "But you got mad before..."

"Yes, well, since you like it so much, I figured we might as well make it useful and trade it for something we need on the trip. I'm just looking our for your best interest, Nica."

"Trade?" she asked. "But wouldn't that make me a..."

"Hey! Less talkin', more sucking'," said Inacio.

"Come on, Nica," Carlos said. "You didn't have any problem with inviting all those guys into my house to suck them off. Why can't you do this for me?"

"I... well..." Nica said, trying to find a reason and failing. She'd been acting like a whore all week. She couldn't say this was beneath her.

"Okay," she agreed quietly.

"That's a good girl," said Carlos, taking her by the arm and helping her off the bed. With gentle pressure, he had her kneel before the oily man.

"That's a good little whore," said Inacio, undoing his pants. "I've got a nice fat sausage right here for you."

The sight of his chubby, half-aroused cock brought memories flooding back to Nica, memories of all the dick she had sucked recently, of how good it had made her feel. She reached out to touch it. It felt warm and friendly in her hand. Thinking just made her confused. Cock gave only pleasure and sweet, unthinking oblivion. She let her mind go and wet her lips. Her brain was confused but her hands and mouth knew just what to do. They had done it so many, many times.

She took the fat cock into her mouth. Saliva began to flow. She stroked the man's scrotal sack and his cock pulsed and swelled in her mouth. She moaned at the comforting, familiar sensation. There was only herself and the dick. It was her friend, her master, her sustenance. Like so many others, it would bring her that sweet, unthinking joy that made nothing else matter. She drew her head back along the hardening shaft, her tongue coaxing it along, inviting it to play. It responded beautifully.

Thinking of nothing but all the sweet ecstasy that so many had given her before, Nica let her instincts take over, bobbing and moaning, licking and stroking. The owner of the cock was saying things, possibly calling her things, but she was oblivious. There was only the cock and the deliciousness and euphoria it brang.

And then it was pulsing. The sweet jism was coming, hot and fast and... and...

For the first time in weeks, she gagged. She felt sick. It tasted bad. Really, really bad. She shuddered and tried to pull back but he had her by the hair and his cock was so deep. She gave out a strangled cry.

At last, her pulled it out. Nica fell on her hands, her head down, trying not to vomit. It was just so wrong. She felt betrayed. Betrayed by a cock, the one thing in the world that had always made her happy. What was wrong with her?

The oily man was laughing.

"Damn, she does give good head." he said. "But she didn't swallow it all, so I'm only going to give you one hit."

"How long will that last?" Carlos asked, ignoring her as she struggled with her confusion and nausea.