Mary Jenkins - Innocent in Chicago Volume Two

"Noooooo… ooohhh… nooooo," Cynthia moaned, bucking her hips up off the bed as if she couldn't stand the torture.

"You've really got her going," Johnson said thickly, and she turned her head to see him. He was lying on his side watching the spectacle, his hands working up and down on his penis vigorously. It seemed even larger now than before and she wondered whether or not he had some kind of disease that would make him so swollen and large. The head of his jerking prick was bright purple and was the size of a baby's fist! She had never seen anything so huge in her life… not even in her imagination!

The weird freak, she thought in her aroused passion. I'd love to have that inside me right now, but he gets his kicks from watching unnatural lovemaking. She turned away from his gaze, disgusted and frustrated, wishing that Carla would finger her again so that she could cum, but Carla had another idea. She began running her tongue up and down on her body, nibbling provocatively at every inch her mouth could cover at on time, sending chills of anticipation through her body.

"Your skin is so soft," she murmured, "Sooooo… soft."

Her breath tickled her as she spoke and she shuddered under this new caress.

As her mouth moved down further on her body she thought that she would explode from the aching, gnawing desire building out of control in her loins.

"Yes… yes…" she groaned as she felt Carla's tongue part the softness of her pubic hair and flick teasingly over her hard, erect clitoris. Her teeth nipped gently at the sensitive, tender vaginal lips and she pulled her knees back and further apart so that she would have total, uninhibited access to her orifice. Her tongue licked the tiny wound softly at first, then harder, probing into the tight aperture until she thought she would scream.

"Frankie…" she whispered, forgetting for a moment that it was a member of her own sex that was sending this wave of wanton lust through her body.

"No, darling, it's not Frankie," Carla moaned against the vee of her thighs, "It's me… Carla."

Cynthia was not listening to Carla's groans and pleadings for her to touch her, she was too caught up in her own desperate need.

She felt a stirring next to her on the bed and she realized that Johnson had moved up in back of Carla and was fondling her buttocks, running his fingers deep into the crease of her rectum. Carla increased her mouthing when he began his fingering.

"Yes… yes… do it. Give it to me in the rear!" she begged him. "Fuck my ass while I'm licking Cynthia." Cynthia had been involved in triangular love before, but it had always been when she was high and with two male partners. This was a completely new sensation and she was completely sober but her nerves were on fire and raged passionately through her whole being, to the very core of her soul. She knew that she should be fighting the perverse impulses coursing through her unconsciously writhing body, but her need was so great that everything else was blocked from her mind.

Johnson pulled up on Carla's hips so that her face was completely buried down in Cynthia's loins, her whole being tingling from the touch of her open month between her wide-spread legs. God, it was wonderful. Her cunt tingled and throbbed, aching to be satisfied. She could feel the tenseness increase with each lustful mouthing, but she wasn't ready yet. She opened her eyes and watched Johnson press his giant prick against the tiny opening of Carla's small, puckered rectum. She felt a pang of jealousy because she wanted his monstrous tool buried in her and not in someone else!

Carla's cheeks held him nicely and contracted with a gentle squeeze around his pulsing prick as he shoved roughly into her.

"Aaaggghhhhhhhh… oooohhhh God," she moaned and fell forward from the strength of his invasion into her. For just a moment her mouth left Cynthia while she tried to catch her balance and then struggled back again to take her place between her open thighs. Johnson's hands reached down around Carla's bobbing head and pressed down on the slight, hard bulge of Cynthia's cunt and he began to finger her clitoris while Carla mouthed at her loins like a woman gone crazy.

"Do it… do it…" she gasped, "Oh yes… do it, I'm getting closer."

Johnson rocked into Carla with steady and regular strokes, driving his heavy piston deep into the well of her rectum. She watched his prick disappear in strong jerks into the dim cleavage between Carla's cheeks inciting her passion to greater and greater heights. He gritted his teeth and tightened his hands on her hips, driving his fingers in between Carla's mouth and her cunt. She was writhing and twisting in sweet, delicious agony until she was on the brink of her climax!

"I'm going to cum…" she gasped, trying to brace herself on the bed for her final spasms! "Cum on, baby," he said, "Cum for daddy!"

It was like an explosion of fireworks as the contractions began in her womb, shattering her whole vagina, her belly, her body.

She pushed her hips up against the maddening tongue and finger tearing at her screaming pussy until her back ached from the strain while she jerked out her last throes of her climax, then collapsed totally exhausted back into the mattress.

Carla then braced her hands on the mattress on either side of her knees and pushed back against the cruel impalement of her buttocks.

"Your ass is so tight… so warm," the wildly humping Johnson choked out, shoving into her with merciless velocity.

"Fuck me… fuck me," Carla groaned, her face contorted with pain and desperate lust. "Fuck my ass!"

"I'm going to flood you any minute," he groaned out from between his tightly clenched teeth. "Here it is!"

Cynthia watched, completely enthralled at the spectacle in front of her. Carla looked as if she were about to die any minute, her face flushed and perspiring, her full, white breasts dancing down loosely from her body as though they were about to fall off from the weight. She reached out and touched the loose globes of bobbing flesh, pinching them gently, curiously, as if she couldn't believe they actually belonged to this sensually tortured body.

Johnson began to jerk wildly, yelling obscenities, begging someone to pinch him, hit him, totally oblivious to everything around him, but the storm bursting inside his throbbing organ. His eyes rolled around in his head for a moment as his lewd, hot semen ricocheted wildly into Carla's sucking rectum. Then he was still. When he was spent, the last drop of hot, liquid sperm emptied into her anus, he moved back on his heels watching his thick, but deflated prick slide reluctantly, with a slight hissing sound, out of her sperm-filled rectum.

All three of them collapsed side by side on the bed, looking at each other knowingly! It was as if they were all saying to each other, God, but we're a bunch of freaks, but it's our secret.

One by one they got up and dressed, lit up a joint and passed it around.

"You're going to be quite a little trick," Johnson said to her, grinning broadly. "Yes, indeed, you're going to make a lot of money with that body of yours!"

Several weeks had passed and so far she had been able to keep her secret involvement from Frankie. He had asked a few questions, but she had always been able to have someone cover for her. She had been seeing quite a bit of Carla and had graduated to taking heroin in the vein now. Her craving was increasing with each day and she was beginning to look a little drawn. So far, Frankie had not noticed the needle marks on her body for she had been very careful not to "shoot" herself in the same place too many times. He had told her that he found out about Flanagan's plan to bust up the whole little group, with Harris as the king pin, but so far nothing had happened so she was beginning to relax somewhat. She had seen Harris several times since the night he made her give the little party for his friends, but he was still generous with her, so Frankie didn't suspect anything.