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CHAPTER SIX

Dolly had designed the four-way structure like a skilled architect blueprinting a building.

Now, like a carpenter, she began to drive the nails home.

She worked the cocks into her various holes one at a time, so that she was able to concentrate on each individual thrill as a dick stuffed her hot flesh, rather than being overwhelmed by all three at once, like a human pincushion.

She slipped Kelly's cockhead into her cunt and slowly pushed down on it, flipping her hips out and taking him inch by inch up her snatch until his dapper dick was buried to the hilt and her wet cunt lips were stuck against his belly like a limpet to a rock. She wriggled about on his rampant dong, getting comfortable.

Kelly lay still, willing to relax and let the girl set the pace as she hovered over him. He bridged slightly, pushing his cock a bit higher, that was all. Then he sighed as his cock found itself imbedded to the root in her hot gash. This was welcome interest on the debt, he figured. He gazed up happily, watching Dolly's big, firm tits sway above him and her firm, gently rounded belly move in and out over his own lean loins. He also saw Ike's massive sacs swinging back and forth like hairy bells above his upturned face, as that fellow knelt astride his head, and he recoiled slightly, pushing his head back into the bed. Those huge balls looked like sandbags, he thought; Ike could use a set of balls like that to blackjack a guy.

It would never have occurred to Ike to club a fellow over the head with his balls, big as they were, but he often gazed at his prick admiringly and thought that it looked big and hard enough to jimmy a window or pry open a safe. That formidable hunk was sticking out at right angles to his body now, having risen up from its hanging position by slow degrees. It always took Ike a long time to get a hard-on, but that had nothing to do with impotency; it was just that his prick was so massive that it took ages for it to fill with blood. The big tool tensed first, growing fatter and harder while still dangling down between his thighs. Then it came up ponderously, pulsating and throbbing, like some inexorable machine working in low gear. It had come up precisely halfway now, and stuck straight out towards Dolly's face.

Dolly eyed it.

It was a cock like a battering ram, a crowbar, a medieval jousting mace. The huge slab of the knob looked as if it were armored or helmeted and the stalk seemed forged of tempered steel. Dolly sighed longingly. She had never encountered a dick of that magnitude and she wondered if she had made a mistake – if she should have taken Ike up her cunt and given head to Kelly. She sure would have liked to have that gigantic hunk in her twat… but still, her mouth drooled for it as well. A girl couldn't have everything, she thought, and then grinned at that thought, considering that she was about to have three pricks at the same time, which was about as close to everything as one could get.

She squirmed on Kelly.

His prick throbbed in her twat. They weren't fucking yet. She was just squatting on him, holding him at full penetration, with her nimble pussy clutching and pulling on his rod.

Leaning forward, she pushed her tongue out. Ike groaned, his eyes narrowing. Dolly began to tongue his cockhead with relish.

Ike's big, hairy, loose-jointed body began to tremble, but he didn't move, making no attempt to stuff his meat into her mouth but holding steady, letting her taste his prick at her own leisurely pace.

She laved his bloated knob thoroughly, then slipped her tongue underneath and licked up and down his stalk, tracing along the huge, throbbing vein. She tongued his swollen balls with broad, juicy strokes and came back up to the head again. His whole pecker was coated with a film of saliva now and the cleft was gaping open. Dolly pushed the tip of her pink tongue into the opening, as if she wanted to lick his cum from inside his peckerhead. His cock thundered mightily.

Dolly drew back.

She could tell that it wouldn't take Ike very long to shoot and she decided to let him cool off a bit while she got Frank wedged up her asshole. Although she was eager to drink Ike's cum, she didn't want him to come too soon for two reasons; first, she wanted to enjoy a nice taste of his cockmeat in her mouth before she drank his cream and, second, she had an idea that, if she timed it just right, she would be able to experience the rare thrill of having three cocks shoot in her at the same instant.

She reached behind her ass.

Frank had pulled his knob out of her crack and, holding it by the roots, was slapping the knob against her trim bottom. He tilted his wrist, snapping it like a whip, and the meat cracked as it whacked her. Then he held it like a bludgeon and banged down hard. He knew it wasn't hurting the girl at all, but at least he could pretend that he was beating her to a pulp.

Dolly pushed his hand away and wrapped her own fist around his shaft. She positioned his knob against her asshole once again, holding it firm as she wriggled against it.

Frank grabbed her by the hipbones, hauling her ass back as he shoved his cock forward. There was a moment of resistance; then her ass began to part slowly around his knob. The tip wedged up her asshole, then the whole head. Her ass snapped closed around his stalk, holding his knob inside her. She squirmed back and began to work his whole length up her ass.

Frank's cock was slender and Dolly's asshole was not unaccustomed to being filled with pecker and the resistance was slight. But she was a thoughtful girl. She knew Frank's inclinations and quirks. It didn't hurt at all, but she moaned and gasped and cried, "Oh! It's too big! You're hurting me!"

Frank began to pant and simmer as he believed he was injuring the girl.

He attacked her asshole ferociously, fairly banging his rod into her. He drove the full length in, burying his cockhead into her bowels. Her asshole gripped his stalk firmly and his belly jammed tight to her checks. His balls hung down into her crotch and pressed against King Kelly's sacs which were already there. The two men could feel each other's dongs through the thin partition between her holes, and Dolly, filled with a double dose of dick, was purring happily.

She began to move, fucking and buggering at once. Her slippery twat pulled up Kelly's stalk until only his knob was in her box, then slowly slid back down the rod. As she descended on this cunt load, her asshole pulled up Frank's pecker; as she rose on Kelly's stalk, she took Frank up her ass to the hilt. The two cocks rubbed together as they passed inside her belly, like trains passing in a tunnel. The double friction thrilled the horny girl. She began to alter her movements, so that she was taking both dongs in at the same time, stuffing herself brimful of cockmeat. She swayed back and forth as if riding a rocking horse, filled with cock and with pleasure.

Ike's prick, temporarily ignored, had risen up at a rigid angle just before her face. Dolly gazed adoringly at that potential feast. The knob was so close to her eyes that she turned cross-eyed as her bifocal vision fixed on the big purple slab.

She cupped both hands under his balls. Gripping him by the bloated sac, she drew his cockhead to her face. Her tongue glided over it for a moment as she savored the taste of cockmeat on her tastebuds. Then she fitted her lips to his smoking crown and began to feed him into her mouth.

The knob slipped in; her lips closed in a snug collar around the stalk. His cock was so enormous that she could take only the head into her face. That slab filled her mouth, pressing into her cheeks on both sides, the tip lodged back in her throat. It was not possible to give head in a normal way to a dick of those giant dimensions. Doily found herself unable to bob her head up and down on his stalk.

There was simply no room to put it. The head was too large to slip down her gullet. His huge, vibrant shaft stood out between her lips and his balls, a steel spar bolting them together.

Dolly began to suck steadily on his cockhead. Her lips pulled, her cheeks caressed, her tongue slid around against the underside of the hot mouthful as she lovingly milked that meaty morsel with voracious appetite.

Now the structure was complete; the intricate carnal design was fitted into place like some organic erector set, commencing its abstruse function.

Dolly swayed forward, then settled back. She took a mouthful of dick, a cuntful of cock, an assful of pecker, one at a time and then all at once. She began to gurgle with joy. Her pretty face was transformed into ecstasy and her nubile body began to tingle as the thrill built up, coming from three different areas of sensation and flooding together somewhere deep within her belly.

Kelly ground his hips, screwing up into her twat.

Frank whacked his dong up her asshole vigorously, his face contorted by a grimace as he plowed in.

Ike pumped his cock muscles, causing the mighty knob to flare and swell in her mouth.

Dolly was ready to come.

She struggled to hold back, to wait for the three men so that they could all come together.

Ike seemed nearest to an orgasm so she slowed her oral ministrations, sucking at half pace, as her ass and cunt flew up and down on the dicks stuck up them.

Then Frank started to whimper and Kelly was moaning. The girl could feel their cocks swell alarmingly so she began sucking on Ike furiously.

"Unghhhh!" she gasped, her mouth full of meat.

Cunt juice was pouring from her well filled twat and soaking the double set of balls that were jammed into her crotch.

Her timing had been perfect. The three men poured their jism into her as the same instant. Kelly shot a thick geyser straight up into her cunt, Frank flooded her bowels with hot spunk and Ike exploded in her mouth with a creamy load that overflowed her compressed lips.

Dolly was melting, coming with them. Cunt juice streamed from her pussy and cum poured from her lips. She gulped furiously, swallowing all that she could, while her pussy pulled on Kelly's dong, sucking the jism from him, and her tight asshole worked like a wringer in Frank's ejaculating ass reamer.

Ike's cum ran down her throat, into her belly, as hot as the thrill that was coursing through her; Frank's spunk poured up from the other end, as if to mingle with Ike's wave; Kelly was shooting spurt after spurt into her snatch to blend with her swirling cunt juice as she climaxed.

They seemed to come for an eternity.

Then the men slowed, gasping and panting and drained, as if all their vitality had turned to jism and was spent.

Dolly continued to rock back and forth and weave from side to side and suck steadily, working off the final spasms of her own orgasm while, at the same time, making sure that she had milked every last drop from the three cocks and balls she was servicing.

Then she, too, was still.

She pulled her lips off Ike's peckerhead like a fish tossing out an angler's hook.

His massive dong quivered for a moment, remaining upright, then began to sink and shrink like a punctured balloon.

Frank dragged his slong out of her asshole and gazed at it, disappointed at finding no blood.

Kelly's cock retracted, slipping from her flooded box.

After a moment, Dolly squirmed nimbly out of the cluster and sat on the edge of the bed.

"Golly, that was exciting," she said.

She was so full of cum that she felt lighter than air; she could feel the thick stuff swirling around in her belly and loins.

The hoodlums got up, weak-legged and limp-dicked.

Ike was so drained that he couldn't have broken a leg if he'd had to; Frank was so exhausted that he would have fallen asleep at a lynching; Kelly no longer regretted his unpaid debt.

They began to dress.

Dolly stayed naked, watching them, amused at how completely she had sucked them dry, rather proud of her prowess, in fact, for although the three men were obviously finished, she could have gladly taken on three more.

Kelly tied his hand-painted necktie carefully, saying, "We'll be back tomorrow."

"Err… what if Tony doesn't have the money?"

"Then we'll collect some more interest from you."

"Okay," she said, happily.

It wasn't a bad way to pay off a debt. Dolly was no deadbeat. Her credit was good.

But if Dolly didn't mind gaining Tony some time with her body, Tony, squatting on the fire escape, had serious doubts about the arrangement. He felt terrible, in fact, and cowardly. He had let his girl deal with the gamblers and he felt ashamed of himself. True, it was better if Dolly fucked and sucked than that he suffered broken limbs, but still…

She hadn't seemed to mind, he thought.

But that was probably just a facade. Forced to do such a wicked thing – for his sake, of course – she had simply put the best face possible on it.

But that was some pretty good face she had been putting on Ike's pecker and she'd swallowed it, too. Hell, at least she could have spit it out. Well, she was a neat girl; she probably just didn't want cum stains on the bed.

Tony hung his head in abject shame. With his head hanging, he noticed his cock. No matter how he felt about it, his cock was shameless. Inspired by what he'd seen, Tony had an urgent hard-on.

He had trouble going down the fire escape. His cock was so demanding that it got in the way and, twice, he gripped his prick instead of the rungs on the ladder.

As soon as he saw the three hoodlums leave, Tony went in and rushed to the apartment.

"Those nasty men were here, looking for money," Dolly said.

"Errr… what did you tell them?"

"Oh, I sent them away. They said they'd be back tomorrow… but if you don't have the money, maybe you ought to go out and let me deal with them. It's okay. They seem to have a certain amount of respect for a woman."

"They didn't… threaten you or anything?"

"Oh, no."

Dolly looked innocent and demure. She's trying to save my feelings, Tony thought. There was no way he was going to admit that he'd been crouched on the fire escape, watching and not interfering.

Dolly giggled.

"Why, Tony, you have a hard-on," she said.

He managed to grin and said, "Why, sure… I missed you."

She spread out on the bed and her legs opened. Her cunt, he could not help but notice, was flooded with cum and cunt juice. A pang of jealousy gripped him. But jealousy is as good an aphrodisiac as there is. He whipped his trousers off and his dong snapped up like an uncoiling spring.

They certainly hadn't damaged the goods, he thought, as he slipped his pecker up her plundered cunt and poured a rattling good fuck into her.

But Tony was determined that Dolly would not have to service those scoundrels again tomorrow.

One way or another, he was going to come up with some money.

Dolly drifted off into a contented sleep. That was just as good, Tony figured. It saved him making excuses. He showered and dressed again and went off to meet Charity Anderson at the Old Log Inn.

He arrived precisely at noon. She wasn't there yet. He had a drink at the bar and ten minutes later she walked in, wearing a sexy jumpsuit and causing heads to turn all along the bar as she moved down with her nimble hips swiveling.

A moment later, another girl came in. She had dark hair and dark sunglasses and a floppy brimmed hat that concealed the top of her face. She looked vaguely familiar but Tony paid her no attention.

Chastity's disguise was working.