Roland DeForrest - The Erotic Quest of Dirk and Honey

“You want to help us?” the young thug asked with a leer.

“Yes, yes… anything.”

“Show us your tits,” he ordered.

Protectively she crossed her arms over her breasts. “I do not understand,” she murmured, as if shocked. “How can that help?”

The head guard wiped his wet hands on the towel around his waist, pulling it up high to reveal a muscular thigh. “You think you’re better than us, no?”

“Of course not,” she said defensively.

“Then how come you never talk to us,” the second guard said with a sneer. “Or let us be friendly?”

“I…I didn’t think you wanted to be friends,” she replied.

The head guard, his squashed face full of expectations, walked slowly to her, rubbing his hard, hairy stomach. “We want to be friendly, see?” Chortling, he grabbed his cock.

The younger guard laughed uproariously and began tearing off his clothes, throwing them around the room. “Yes, yes, we want to be your friends.”

She edged back toward the door. “Friends trust each other. Prove you trust me and I’ll be your friend. Tell me where the man who is after Kolina is staying.”

The head guard continued to rub the growing lump under his towel. “You prove first. Take off your robe.”

She eyed them for a long moment, weighing her options, then slowly slipped off the robe. She stood before them, her luscious body displayed under the sheer nightgown. The eyes of the guards bulged with surprise. “ Mon Dieu ,” the older one muttered.

The younger guard, who was down to his white briefs, shook his head disbelievingly. “All this time, and we never knew you had tits like that,” he pouted. “You’ve been hiding them from us.”

“And you both are still hiding what you’ve got from me,” she teased. “Come on, boys, don’t be shy. I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.”

Like marionettes controlled by the same strings, the head man dropped his towel, the younger ripped off his shorts. Deliberately she studied their fast-growing equipment, a faint smile of recognition on her lips. Then, with studied nonchalance, she tugged her negligee over her head and tossed it aside. Their eyes were glued to her hairless pussy, and slowly she ran her hands over her full breasts, which jutted out like snow-covered peaks.

“How come you’re bald down there?” the younger asked, licking his lips.

“I like the feel of it,” she said coyly, and thrust her shaven pudendum at them. “Want to pet my pussy?”

As one they pounced on her, their hands grabbing at her clean-shaven mound of Venus. “Easy, boys,” she urged. “There’s plenty for all.”

Their hard pricks, thick and stubby, poked into her thighs as they continued stroking her bounteous treasures. In spite of the circumstances, she felt a rising heat within her. Other than the one session with Kolina in the Tahiti sauna, she had been totally celibate for days and days. Grasping one of their hot dongs in each hand, she began pumping as they stood on either side of her. Each had a finger in her snatch, one jabbing her button of lust, the other delving deep into her cunt.

A wet mouth fell forward onto each of her breasts, and they jabbed and sucked as if there, were no tomorrow. She caught a glimpse of herself in the dresser mirror across the room-Honey sandwich, her alabaster body clamped between two hairy apes. Their attentions to her long-denied body were creating an insatiable desire deep within her. Her legs began to tremble, and joy juice began to flow readily. She gasped and tried to maneuver them across to one of the beds. They clung to her by mouth and fingers as she inched forward, not missing a stroke on their blunt, hard tools. With a cry, she threw herself forward onto the bed, bringing both down with her.

In a tangle of arms and legs, she thrashed, trying to find a comfortable position. They were still sucking her tits and fingering her apertures, thrusting their penises into her hands with driving hips. She longed for one of them inside her and rolled on her back, opening her milky thighs wide. At once the head guard positioned himself between her legs, aiming his thick shaft and plunging it into her. At the familiar but never dull sensation, she groaned with satisfaction-then choked as the younger guard stuffed his hot dick into her open mouth and pumped like a rabbit.

Soon this younger guard pulled out of her mouth and scooted down, pushing her and the older guard over on their sides, freeing her soft white ass. She felt the young guard’s hot cock, slick with her own saliva, poke at her anus. She forced those muscles to relax and let him ease into her. Squeezed between the two hairy guards, one in her cunt, the other in her ass, she rocked back and forth with them, relishing the feeling of being completely filled again. They grunted and sweated on her, seesawing her between them. She was just getting into the swing of things, settling down for a long, satisfying ride, when the older guard popped a puny climax, followed at once, as if on direct orders, by the younger guard in her asshole. Not even bothering to bring her to climax, they yanked their stubby dicks out of her, jumped off the bed, and headed for the bathroom, congratulating each other on a fine fuck.

Shaking with her own unreleased tensions, she followed and found them sharing a large shower stall, with several jets of water streaming from all sides. Over their protests that they were going to be late, she slipped in between them. They ignored her and she finally lay down on the wet tiles, putting her open legs up on one of the walls and positioning herself so that one of the hard jets of warm water was aimed directly at her clit. Bouncing her hips at the sensational feeling, she quickly brought herself to a rousing climax, her squeals of pleasure echoing off the tile walls. The two guards busily soaping their bodies, stared down, mouths ajar, at this hot French teacher who did not need a man to get off. Then, with a smirk, Honey bounced out of the shower without even a goodbye.

In her own room, she hurriedly toweled off and dressed in her darkest clothes. Locking her door from the inside, she clambored out the open window and carefully crawled along the wide ledge until she gained the safety of the upper veranda. Once there, she stood and ran down the exterior stairs to the garage. Crawling into the back seat of the dark sedan, she threw a lap robe over herself and waited. Not long afterwards, she could hear the two guards approaching, then climbing in, the auto starting and heading for the village. Holding herself as still as possible, she listened to the two thugs congratulating themselves on finally “fucking the shit out of that stuck-up piece of ass.” The younger one made a disturbing comment, however, saying he thought the schoolteacher was a hell of a lot like that hot bitch who had blown them in the Jockey Club’s first-aid room.

As soon as the car had parked and the two guards exited, Honey waited for several moments, then carefully crawled out. The sedan was parked deep in the shadows, in an alley next to a Moorish-looking hotel. In the distance a band was playing raggedly. At the alley entrance she spied the two guards strolling around the corner. Taking a penknife from her purse, she quickly jammed it into a rear tire, and as soon as the air started escaping, she ran toward the brightly lit street and slowed, checking their whereabouts. The pair were entering the hotel by the main entrance. She hesitated, wondering how she could get to Dirk before they did. Stepping out onto the sidewalk, she pulled up abruptly-the guards were leaving the hotel. With a dash, she made the shadows of the alley. They passed by her so close she could have spit on them. As they moved on, one pulled out of his jacket a nasty looking snub-nosed revolver, flipping it open and examining the cylinders before packing it away.