David Crane - Turned on twins

They were ugly fellows, she saw.

The smallest one of the three resembled a weasel. He had a small chin and a trimmed moustache and wore a pinstriped suit with padded shoulders. He had a hand-painted necktie featuring a girl in a bathing suit, rather like a postcard. He wore several rings and a bracelet. This was King Kelly.

The biggest goon was an apelike fellow with a broad brow and a huge chin and big, hairy hands that dangled down almost to his knees. He wore a shapeless suit and had egg stains on the front of his shirt. This was Ike, a strong-arm man.

The other man was tall and thin and had a face as sharp as the blade of an axe. He had a big, thin nose and little, squinty eyes and a scar on his cheek. He looked as evil as he was. This was Frank, a sadist.

Dolly said, "You fellas better get out, my boyfriend will be right back and he wouldn't take kindly to finding three men staring at my tits."

King Kelly grinned and said, "He'll be right back, will he? That's nice to know."

"We'll wait, huh, boss?" Ike said. Dolly scowled. "Who are you?"

Kelly bowed from the waist, mocking a gentlemanly demeanor, saying, "King Kelly, at your service."

"Oh!"

"I'm Ike," said that worthy. "I'm the guy that breaks the legs of deadbeats."

"And I cut 'em. I'm Frank. I like to cut."

Dolly bit her lip. Despite what Tony might think, she didn't want his legs broken. She liked to squat on a guy's dick, all right, but not all day. She liked him to get on top some of the time. She wondered how to get rid of these hoodlums.

She said, "I lied. Tony won't be back until tomorrow."

"Let's wait, anyhow, boss," Ike urged. "I like to look at naked broads."

"I like to cut 'em," Frank said. "Oh, dear," said Dolly. "Has Tony got the money he owes me?"

"I'm afraid not," she said. She didn't want to lie about it, for fear that, thinking he had the money, they would linger. If he didn't have it, there was no reason to stay… or so she thought.

Kelly clicked his tongue.

"I guess we got to break his legs," he said.

"Oh, please don't do that!"

"Or cut his dick off," Frank added.

Dolly blanched.

"I'd rather you broke his legs, if it comes to that," she said. The alternative was unthinkable. As much as she liked having Tony give her head, she wouldn't like it as a steady diet, which would be the limitations forced upon them by a state of dicklessness.

She was so agitated that she forgot to hold her legs together and those shapely limbs moved back into their normal position – which was wide apart.

The three villains gazed at her juicy snatch. "Maybe we can work something out," Kelly said.

"Oh, I hope so!"

"Collect some interest while we're here."

"I don't have a penny," she said.

"You got a cunt, though?"

Dolly blinked. She looked down at her crotch and her eyes widened as if she had just discovered that, yes, indeed, she did have a cunt.

"How about it?" the gambler asked.

"You mean…?"

"That's right… you give the three of us some pussy and we won't break his legs until tomorrow."

"Gee, I don't know…"

"Aw, I'd rather cut his dick off than fuck his girl," Frank said, petulantly. He had been looking forward to using his blade on the deadbeat's dong, or at least terrifying the man by threatening to sever it. He looked glum. "Fucking ain't near so much fun as hurting people," he proclaimed.

"You're sick," Kelly snorted.

"Yeah!" Frank said, taking that as the supreme compliment.

Ike said, "That's crazy. I'd rather bury a bone than break one, any day."

"Anyhow, if he ain't got the money tomorrow, it'll be the same thing," said Kelly, to mollify Frank.

"Or else this broad will have to give us pussy every day until he gets the dough," Ike said, showing his preference. Ike hated breaking legs, truth be known. He'd broken plenty because it was the only occupation for which he was suited and a man had to make a living… or else he was a deadbeat and it was lots better to break than be broken. Ike had a delicate nature behind his apelike facade. He always winced when he snapped a thigh and it made him a bit queasy when he heard the bone shatter. But it felt real good when he heard his own bone spurt up a cunt.

Dolly was thinking. She had had plenty of cock in her and she didn't suppose it mattered if she balled these three guys. It would be just three more slices off a cut loaf. But she wasn't sure what Tony would think about it – if he would be grateful for her sacrifice, or angry. Still, the alternative to the plundering of her cunt was the breaking of his leg, and he was no fool…

"Well?" Kelly asked.

"Gee, I hate to… I don't suppose you could sort of, you know, rape me against my will?"

Frank brightened. "Rape's fun," he said. "If the gal don't want it, it's sort of the same as hurting her, you know?"

"Naw… they throw geezers in jail for rape," Ike said.

"Not if I give you permission to rape," Dolly said.

"It ain't rape, then," said Kelly, slightly confused by the distinction.

"Sure it is," the redhead told him. "It's rape, sure enough, except I can't have you arrested afterwards."

"It's a pretty good offer, boss," Ike said, hopefully.

King Kelly considered it.

"You willing to put it in writing?"

Dolly nodded.

"Okay, that's how we'll do it."

Ike beamed. Kelly and Ike, from locking at the naked girl's obvious charms, had hard-ons. Their dicks were booming frantically in their pants. Frank didn't have a hard-on yet, but his knife was hard as a cock in his pocket.

It looked like a cock, to Dolly's eye. She began to think that maybe this wasn't such a bad way to pay the interest on Tony's debt. She would be getting plenty of hard, hot dick, without having to feel guilty about it or think that she was cheating on Tony. Her practiced eye roved from man to man, seeming to judge their dicks. Ike, she thought, had a whopper. Kelly looked adequate. But she wasn't sure about Frank. His prick looked pretty long but it was thin as a knife blade. Still, what the hell? She shrugged.

She hopped off the bed and moved to the table.

They regarded her juicy ass as she bent over, scribbling the note of permission!

"This okay?" she asked, handing the note to Kelly. He squinted at it, then nodded.

It read: I hereby give King Kelly, Ike and Frank permission to rape me against my will. Signed, Dolly Parker.

Kelly folded it and put it into his pocket. Immune to prosecution, he was ready for pussy.

Dolly stretched out on the bed again.

"Who's first, boss?" Ike eagerly inquired. "I am, being the boss."

"I don't suppose I can slice her a little?" Frank asked.

He sighed. He began to rub his dick to make it hard. He figured he might as well stick something into her; he could always pretend it was a knife. Maybe if he banged it in hard enough, she would squeal!

They began to take off their clothes.

Dolly watched with a certain involved interest. She had a healthy interest in cocks at all times, and a special interest in those which were about to ball her. She curled lithely onto her flank and drew one knee up, resting her chin upon it and clasping her hands over her shin. This position exposed her crotch to the three disrobing men, but that no longer seemed much of a consideration. Since they were going to be fucking her cunt, the logical girl figured it was pointless to shield it from their gaze. Anyhow, she was rather proud of her pussy, which was pink and juicy and frequently complimented by gentlemen.

Dolly was interested to discover that the cocks of the three men reflected their basic styles.

King Kelly had a dapper dick, medium-sized and trim, the sort of cock that would tip its hat to a lady. His balls were small, round and hard as marbles. His pubic patch was so perfectly triangular that he might have had it barbered.