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CHAPTER FIVE

Morning came.

Charity Anderson awoke from her usual erotic dreams, with her rubber dick still up her twat and, since it was already in place, she fucked herself to a creamy climax while she was still half-asleep, and half-dreaming. But then, fully awake, she remembered that the big-dicked chauffeur had been dismissed, that no longer could she get him to drive his cock up her carnal highway whenever she got the whim for his services.

Shit, she thought.

Down the hallway, Chastity Anderson awoke in her normal state of frustration. She rubbed her pussy a little but stopped before she had an orgasm. She decided to wait until her lewd twin had gone down to breakfast. She intended to borrow her sister's dildo again.

The poor people, like the rich, also awoke that morning.

Tony and Dolly awoke at the same time and smiled sheepishly at each other when they realized that they had both fallen asleep in the midst of a final fuck the night before. He was still on top of her, his cock was still up her hole and it was still hard. It seemed a shame to waste the position, which they would only have to maneuver into again, so they screwed.

Afterwards, Tony pondered his predicament. He was sitting by the window, trying to figure out what to do about his debts.

Dolly was still on the bed, naked, just in case he got the urge for another fuck.

Tony could see no way out of it. If Dolly got a job immediately, she would not get paid enough to make the payment that was due to the gamblers. Even if he found another job straight off too, it would still be a problem. He didn't think they would take kindly to being stalled yet again. He was worried. He was worried all the time except while he was fucking and, potent as he was, he couldn't fuck every minute of the day.

He wondered if Charity could loan him some money.

He doubted it, especially now that her father had cut off her allowance, but she was the only girl he could think of. He knew she was a selfish bitch and wouldn't do a favor gladly, but her own greed might be turned against her… if he were to get her into a position where she was desperate for some pecker, and then deny it to her until she promised him some money… Well, that just might possibly work. It was worth a try. It would be fun, as well. He decided to telephone her and set up a meeting.

"Honey, I have to go get some cigarettes," he said.

"Okay," Dolly said. "Don't be long."

She winked and rubbed her snatch. It annoyed Tony a bit. Didn't she realize what a terrible predicament he was in? The gamblers had threatened to break his legs if he was late with another payment and all she was thinking of was sex. She probably didn't give a damn if he had broken legs, as long as they didn't break his cock, he thought.

He went on out.

He could just imagine himself in traction, strung up on the bed, helpless, with his arms and legs in plaster casts, while Dolly merrily slid up and down on his dick all day and all night. She'd wind up breaking that, too.

He went to the drugstore on the corner and placed a call to Charity Anderson.

"Oh, I'm so glad you phoned, Tony," Charity said.

"Can I see you today?"

"Sure."

"I guess I better not come there. Can you meet me at the Old Log Inn at noon?"

"Um-hum," she said. "Bring the old log."

"I wouldn't be seen without it."

They rang off.

Charity, humming happily to herself, began to get dressed in order, soon, to get undressed.

On the extension, Chastity quietly hung up. The Old Log Inn, huh? Well, well… if things worked out, maybe she wouldn't have to settle for a used dildo, after all. She, too, began to get dressed, but she didn't dress the way she usually did. She put, on big sunglasses and a large-brimmed hat that shielded most of the top of her face and a curly black wig. She looked in the mirror. She was satisfied that no one would recognize her without a close inspection. Then she carefully drew a heartshaped birthmark on her neck so that, even after she had removed the disguise, no one would recognize her. They would think she was her sister.

She wasn't sure yet how and when she would be able to pull the switch, but she was determined. She fully intended to get some of that big dick that her lewd sister was hogging.

Tony left the phone booth and headed for the door of the drugstore. Through the window he could see the front of his apartment building and, just as he reached the door, he stopped dead. A woman with big tits bumped into him and glowered, but Tony didn't notice those huge pillows cushioning his back.

He had seen three men go into his building. He recognized them. They were King Kelly, the gambler, and two of his largest and ugliest goons…

It's a good thing I'm not home, Tony thought, as he started to sweat. But Dolly was home! Surely, they wouldn't hurt the innocent girl? But they might. It would be abject cowardice on Tony's pan to stay away and let Dolly deal with those frightful villains. He set his jaw in determination. Then it went slack again. Tony had never claimed to be courageous. He decided to let Dolly handle it.

Dolly was still naked on the bed when the door burst open. She looked up, smiling, thinking that her lover had been so horny for her cunt than he'd come running back. Her legs opened. Then she saw the three strangers in the doorway and she closed her legs demurely.

"You must have the wrong apartment," she said.

They were staring at her. But Dolly had never been known for her modesty. Except for her legs together, she made no attempt to conceal her charms. Her cunt was hidden. If they wanted to stare at her tits and pubic mound, so what?

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.

Ike's prick was huge, a gnarled rope of sinew that hung down to his knees like some prehensile simian tail. Fully erect and standing, Dolly figured the knob would stretch up to his breastbone. It was even larger than Tony's rod, she thought, not displeased by the idea at all. His balls were big as cantaloupes, hairy sacs stuffed full of spunk.

Frank had a prick like a knife, a switchblade that snapped alarmingly into a full erection as he fondled the hilt. The knob was sharply tapered, the shaft long and thin. Gripping it by the root, he swished it sideways, like a whip, snapping the knob. Then he jabbed it out like a spear. He was grinning as he gazed at the girl's creamy gash, thinking of it as a red wound… a thing to be stabbed rather than caressed.

King Kelly moved towards the bed, dick foremost.

Ike and Frank moved closer, intent on watching their boss rape the girl.

"I'm second," Ike said.

"I wanna be second," said Frank.

They glared at each other. Kelly did not care who followed him, as long as he was first, and they did not intervene.

But Dolly had an idea.

She was calculating how long it would take the three men to screw her in sequence. Tony had only gone out for cigarettes, she thought, and would probably be back before all three of these hoodlums could get their rocks off in turn and Dolly knew it would be embarrassing if her boyfriend walked in and found her fucking someone. It would be better if she could dispose of them and have them gone before Tony returned. She smiled and said, "Instead of arguing about it, why don't you all have me at once? We can have a cluster fuck."

"Aw, you're twat ain't that big, lady," Kelly said.

"Well, I should hope not! But a girl has more holes than one, you know."

Kelly blinked. Then he grinned.

Ike was nodding happily at the thought he might not have to take seconds.

Frank was thrilled. He might manage to hurt this girl yet, he thought.

"I'll have her asshole," he said.

To his disgust, she didn't seem at all distressed by the idea. Still, if he banged it up her ass with sufficient vigor, he might make her, uncomfortable.

"Errr… how will we work this?" Kelly asked. He figured it might get complicated and he wanted to get the positioning just right. The last thing he needed was a dick mistakenly shoved up his asshole.

But Dolly could choreograph a cluster fuck skillfully. She reached out and folded her hand around Kelly's shapely pecker and drew him onto the bed. He stretched out on his back and Dolly threw her knee across his hips, straddling him. His cockhead nestled into her snatch but she did not put it in yet; she wanted to get everyone positioned first.

She motioned to Frank.

He knelt behind her, his cock rubbing against the cheeks of her trim ass. She reached back and fitted his knob into her tight asshole.

Then she got a handful of Ike's huge balls and pulled him into position in front of her.

His huge prick stuck out towards her face.

She eyed that massive slab of cockmeat and licked her lips. Her mouth was watering for a taste of that big dick.

It's a good thing that Tony can't see me now, she thought.

But Tony, on the fire escape, saw it all.

He had sneaked around to the back of the building and gone up the fire escape. He had no definite plan in mind but, although he was terrified of Kelly and his goons, he couldn't let Dolly handle them alone. Tie didn't think they would take their vengeance out on the innocent girl, but if they did.

He peeked in the window and blinked in amazement.

Dolly had just positioned the three men around her and was pausing for a moment, wriggling about to get comfortable, before the four-way act commenced. She did not, Tony thought, look at all distressed by the position she was in. In fact… she looked as if she was enjoying it!

Surely they were forcing her.

But it sure looked like she was in charge.

Tony gave her the benefit of the doubt, figuring that she was going to pleasure these men to save him from a beating. He wondered if he should courageously rush in and stop it.

Then Dolly giggled.

"It's fun, getting raped," she said.

Tony sighed as he settled down to watch.