"The Dick 4"( MF+ interr anal feet ds )[4/4]


As I stared up at these two armed beauties, my fear was mixed with a certain
erotic thrill.  I was pretty sure that neither woman was very experienced
with firearms which made the threat posed by their itchy trigger fingers all
the more real.  Nevertheless, neither the dark Chantell nor the pale Sheila
had bothered to don any clothes prior to this showdown, and the thought of my
life ending with this vision as my last was giving me a brand new boner.

"First of all, I never approached Sheila in that bar.  Second, I had intended
to tell you, Chantell, all about my involvement with her prior to our own
sexual encounter.  Our intimate engagement after the report made it
difficult to tell you afterwards."

"Go on," snarled Chantell.

"I never meant for either one of you to get hurt.  The sexual situations we
were involved in were entirely spontaneous."

"Go on," piped in Sheila.

"I've never gotten involved in a sexual situation with a client, ever, in the
past.  I can prove it to you if we go to my office."

"Go on," they both intoned together.

I was starting to panic.  Usually, I could tell what someone wanted to hear.
In my business you don't get very far by not being able to read people.
Desperate I tried another strategy, saying, "And I'm very, very sorry."

"And," they chimed together.

"And, I'm a low-life scumbag for doing what I did."

"And," they said again.

"And, I'll make it up to you, I promise.  Just please don't kill me."

A smile broke out on Chantell's face, and as she glanced at Sheila a smile
broke out on her face, as well.  I was beginning to feel that I had
successfully skated around the debacle when Chantell informed me of just 
how far I was going to have to pay.  She said, "This is for starters, but
eventually you will see how bad repayment really is."

She flicked off a tape recorder over on the dresser, and approached the bed
with the gun still leveled at my head.  She told me to get on all fours, 
and as soon as I did she presented the barrel of my own gun in front of my 
mouth. "Suck on it, you disloyal scumbag."

I didn't open my mouth right away, and paid for it.  Sheila had snuck up
behind me and whacked the side of my head with the butt of her gun.  My 
head was ringing from the impact as I opened my mouth.  Sheila inserted the 
end of the gun into my open mouth, saying, "You're gonna keep sucking this 
gun until I can see evidence that you're enjoying it."

She slid the barrel in and out of my mouth with her finger on the trigger 
the whole time.  I was thankful that the gun barrel was no longer than 4 
inches. As a result, I never quite gagged on it when she pushed it in as 
far as it would go on the end stroke.  I was damn afraid.  I'd come across 
gangland shooting scenes before and realized that a gun going off in a 
person's mouth can induce a long, painful death.

I was wondering just what it was that I had to do to show Chantell that I 
was enjoying this when suddenly, from the rear, I felt an object pushing 
into my asshole.  Knowing that if I yelled or tried to turn my head to see 
what it was that I could trigger the gun in my mouth, I merely closed my 
eyes and concentrated on absorbing the pain.  The object at my asshole was 
obviously a fairly long object with medium thickness.  I knew what it was 
well before Chantell yelled encouragement to Sheila, "Push it in hard 
babydoll.  That was a good idea not to lubricate it before pushing it in."

Sheila's gun had a 5 to 6 inch barrel and she'd inserted most of it already
in.  The thought of a bullet ripping through my colon and guts was not a
pleasant thought, but I realized that the more resistance that my rectum
offered that the more likely it was that her finger might push too hard on
the trigger.  Therefore, I concentrated on loosening my sphincter.  Soon
after, she had shoved it all of the way in, and after a few more push and
pulls my butthole was loose enough for a smooth, easy stroke.

"Are you scared scumbag" asked Chantell, knowing I couldn't answer.

"Yeah, are you enjoying this double penetration, darling?"

"Sheila, you're such a flirt.  I bet if we were doing this to you, you'd 
have had a couple of orgasms by now."  Sheila didn't say anything in 
response, and I could picture her pondering Chantell's proposal.

"Okay loverboy, I still don't think you're enjoying this."  With that, she
shoved the front pistol down hard within my throat.  Part of the gun butt
rammed hard into my chin, but I kept my composure and kept sucking.

I thought to myself, "Think, you dumb son-of-a-bitch. Sooner or later one 
of them is going to tire and if their gun goes off it's pain-city."  It 
then dawned on me that I was limp as overcooked pasta.  Obviously, these 
girls wanted me to get turned on by all of this before they stopped.  
Despite being orally and anally raped by these firearms, I began feeling 
like I was being fucked.  I pulled my thoughts into the action of the gun 
barrels and slowly started getting hard.

I could taste and smell the vestiges of gunpowder and tried to think of it 
as an aphrodisiac.  Meanwhile, the gun at my butt was moving in and out so 
smoothly I was actually beginning to enjoy it.  After a couple of more 
minutes I finally got confirmation that it was working when Chantell 
commented, "Well, well, well, the dirty dog has got a nasty boner.  He must 
be enjoying this afterall."

Relief started flowing through my body because I thought the rape might 
end.  Much to my dismay, though, Channie commanded, "Okay Sheila-slut, get
underneath there and suck him off, but don't you stop moving that gun in 
and out."

Sheila's enthusiasm could be surmised by the speed of her motions.  She
quickly slid under me and placed her mouth on my member.  I was temporarily
fearful that her cocksucking ministrations were going to cause a powerful
eruption in my ass.  But soon her mouth and throat were full of my meat and 
I was oblivious to all else.  It took less than five minutes to summon a 
load of jizm, and when I blew my load into Sheila's mouth it had to be my 
most powerful orgasm of the last 24 hours.

Chan removed the gun from my mouth and moved to take over the trigger at my
asshole, saying "I didn't know the bastard could cum so fast."  Sheila took
her time to clean up every drop of cum, and then moved beside Channie to 
give her a tongue load of my seed.  I turned to watch these two french for 
a short while with the gun still inserted up my butt.

When they broke from the kiss, Channie said, "Now you're going to tell me 
the best gun-for-hire who has no ethical problems shooting someone for a 
small sum of money."

My mind was reeling.  What would she need a gunman for?  If she was going 
to kill me, wouldn't she do it herself?  Or did she truly hate Bernard so 
much that she was going to have him murdered?  I asked aloud, "What would 
you need a gunman for?"

Sheila grabbed my hair and yanked my head back.  "Answer her question!"

"Okay, okay.  Mike Fanelli."

Sheila had picked up my gun and slammed the butt into the backside of my
head, shouting, "Is he the best you can come up with?"

I was seeing stars, but responded, "Yes, yes, he's very good.  He used to
contract part-time with the mob.  Now he's an independent contractor."

Channie chuckled in response to Sheila's violent actions.  She asked, "How
good is he at surveillance?"

"Very good.  I've worked with him in the past and he's very professional."

Finally, she pulled the gun from my asshole.  Sheila pulled me down to my
side, squirmed into my embrace, and started kissing me.  I was so relieved
that I started kissing her back.  Chan let it go on for a couple of minutes
before she commanded, "Come on tramp.  Let's get up.  We have work to do."

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"You're probably wondering what the fuck is going on, so let me clue you 
in.  Sheila, here, doesn't know very many details but enough to know that 
Bernard is out of her life.  I've made the little she-bitch an offer she 
couldn't refuse. Oh yes, she'll remain a kept woman, but her life is about 
giving me pleasure and keeping me happy."

"Who liked that little-dicked prude, anyway," Sheila rhetorically asked,
obviously referring to Bernard.

"Shutup Sheila," Channie acidly replied.  She continued, "Originally I was
going to retire with my investments to a villa in Mexico upon my divorce, 
but I've always thought it would be nice to have a second house in the 
Caymans and now I think I know of a way to achieve it."

Channie licked her lips and said, "That's where you and your friend Mike
Fanelli come in ..."

                                  -------

Today, thinking about those twelve sex-charged hours always seems to bring 
a smile to my face, and I haven't had a lot to smile about over the last 
two years in the state penetentiary.  Two years ago, Chantell had hired 
Mike Fanelli to follow me at a distance with a high powered rifle at my 
back, as I implemented her plan.  One false move by me and I knew Mike's 
aim would cause a quick death.

It seemed Bernie boy had a weakness for gambling, and after a few weeks at
the horse track, I worked my way into his confidence.  Using a couple of
jockey friends of mine, I arranged to rig a race.  I approached Bernard 
about investing in the scheme and he got so excited he almost came in his 
pants. Not surpisingly, someone had tipped off the cops of our scheme 
before the final meeting.  The police had got to the jockeys first and 
offered them clemency for their involvement in the sting.  I was not so 
fortunate.  The best my lawyer could do was plea bargain for a 5 year 
prison term with eligibility for parole after 2.

Meanwhile, after two years of appeals and high priced shenanigans by his
attorneys, Bernie boy had yet to spend a night in jail.  Unfortunately for
him though, his criminal behavior cost the McLemore Clan a good sum of 
money to one Chantell McLemore in their divorce proceedings.  Bern's 
criminal actions violated a term of the pre-nuptial agreement and Channie 
was able to exact a $30 million settlement.  I figured that could easily 
buy her a dream house in the Caymans.

Every time I sit down to eat the prison food, I picture Chantell and Sheila
sitting somewhere sipping margaritas while laughing at my predicament.

                                  -------

The state gave me $200, today, as I stepped out of prison.  They warned me
many times of the requirement to see my parole officer tommorrow.  I made a
beeline to a bar and quickly said hello to the bottom of four shotglasses 
of whiskey.  After a three or four beers, a guy came into the bar and sat 
down next to me.  It took me awhile to focus on the guy's face, but it 
turned out to be Mike Fanelli.

With as much sarcasm that I could muster, I said, "Mikey pal. Thanks for 
not shooting me two years ago."

"It was just a job Frank, just like I'm just doing my job now."

"What!?  Did the bitch hire you to kill me once I got out?"  My drunken
feeling had kicked in strong, but I don't think I would have felt any fear 
even if I was sober.  Death was no longer a big deal with me.

"Come on, Frank. I'll take you someplace better than this dive."

I obediently followed Mike and he took me to a private airstrip.  I took 
one look at the private jet and realized that I'd be breaking my parole if 
I left the state.  I turned to try to run away, but I was too drunk and 
Mike was too quick.  He stuck me with a long hypodermic and I lasted about 
10 seconds before falling into a stupor.

I woke up with a banger headache on a plush private jet.  The jet was small
but it included several seats, a dining table, the bed that I was on, and a
fully stocked bar.  I looked out the window and found that it was night.

Screwed again!  There was no way I was going to make my parole meeting.  
I'd spend a minimum of another 6 months with the guys in stripes for this 
fuck up.  I moved forward and found the door to the cockpit locked.  A 
small window revealed a pilot with long red hair.  I couldn't see her face, 
but knew it had to be Sheila.  I pounded on the door and shouted her name 
to no effect.  Finally, I yelled, "I need an aspirin."

I went back and found an aspirin that was already prepared for me upon the
table. I took it, and waited out the long flight.  Four hours later we 
landed in what I calculated to be a small town on the West coast of Mexico.  
I tensed up and readied for a spring.  I was going to have some answers, by 
God.  When the plane came to a stop, a gas erupted into the compartment 
from the air vents.  I quickly covered my face, but it was too late and I 
lost consciousness.

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I dreamed some very pleasant dreams, but eventually I drifted into a semi-
conscious state.  I could feel a mouth licking and kissing my balls.
Occasionally, teeth would gently pull at the skin of my scrotum.  This 
mouth would then open wide and totally envelop my 'nads and then stroke the 
entire ball sack with a wonderful tongue.  My cock was enveloped as well, 
but obviously by a different mouth.  Every couple of minutes the mouth 
would kiss the head of my dick, and then slide over the full length of my 
hard-on.  The lips felt grand on the way down to my pubic hair.  Then, with 
my penis firmly embedded in this throat, an incredible tongue snaked out 
between the lips and licked the top of my balls, often meeting with the 
other mouth that was giving so much attention to my testicles.

With my eyes still closed in half sleep, I recognized that wonderful
cocksucking technique. Sheila!  I opened my eyes and let out a surprised
grunt to see a full head of beautiful black hair. The woman lifted her face
from my cock and turned to look me in the eye.  I barely whispered,
"Channie!"

She smiled as she moved up my chest.  "I'm glad you're still willing to use
my nickname affectionately."  Her nipples were hard and dug into the flesh 
of my own chest.

I was dumbfounded.  I glanced down and noticed that Sheila was working her
clit pretty hard while continuing to lick my balls.  As I looked around I
could tell that I was in the big bedroom of a very large spanish-style 
house.

"You probably think you've died and gone to heaven."

I numbly nodded my head.

"I hate to burst your bubble, but you're not in heaven.  You know, as well 
as I do, the consequences of breaking parole by leaving the country. You're 
as much my slave now as you were when you had two guns deep within your
orifices."

Her full plans finally dawned upon me, but rather than intimidate me they
infuriated me. I got up to a seated position and swung the back of my hand
across Chantell's face.  The force practically knocked her from the bed.
Sheila stopped her licking and stared in amazement.  Chan sat up with a 
fire in her eyes, and a drop of blood dripping down her lower lip.

"What makes you think that I can't break your neck before this red tart can
get a gun aimed upon me?"

"The double blowjob," Chan responded.

"What!"

"The double blowjob.  It wasn't the first, and I'm here to tell you that it
won't be the last as long as you don't break my neck."

I'd had enough and grabbed a handful of Chan's long curly black hair.
Jerking her onto her knees I snarled, "I'm raping you, you dark little
bitch!"

With no advanced lubrication I pushed right into her pussy.  She yelled out
in pain. But I yanked her hair again and slapped her round asscheeks in
response.  She started whimpering, but soon started producing her own
lubrication in response to my long, hard strokes.  After two years, her 
cunt was as tight as ever.  I'd imagined that she'd had had her fill of 
big-dicked studs during my prison term, but now I wondered whether she'd 
had sex with anyone other than her nympho redheaded friend.

Sheila wasted no time, and added to the effect by positioning herself 
beneath Chan and alternately licking her clit and my balls.  Channie's 
tight pussy eventually went into contractions.  The effect on me was 
overwhelming.  I held onto my orgasm for as long as I could, while 
continuing to yank at her hair and slap her ass. But eventually Channie 
started screaming and going into bodily convulsions and I lost it.  By the 
time I'd emptied all of my seed into her vagina I fell back onto the bed 
lightheaded.  I kept trying to remember, but it would seem that Chantell 
not only learned Sheila's excellent suck technique, but also her propensity 
for violent orgasms.  As I was lost in thought, Channie crawled up my 
chest, pausing to re-insert my semi-rigid pecker back into her pussy, and 
brought her pretty face up next to mine.  I absently placed my hands on her 
soft boobs and gently started a squeezing rhythm.

"Anything you want to ask me sweetie?"

"Yeah, I thought you said this wasn't heaven?"

"I did, and I meant it.  It may be paradise, but it won't be heaven for 
you.  As I said, you're my slave. That's not to say that you won't be 
raping, and fucking, and fulfilling lots of other fantasies with me and my 
chauffeur; but you'll have some very specific duties as our bodyguard. If 
you thought being a private eye was tough, you're gonna find it even 
tougher protecting us during our gangbangs, dance shows, and daring public 
displays that we so enjoy."

She paused to let this sink in.  "And, if you ever get out of line, one 
quick call to the Mexican or Cayman authorities and they'll have your ass 
deported back to the States in no time.  I'm already on good terms with 
some cute cops in both places, if you know what I mean."

I caught her by surprise when I replied, "Chauffeur?"

Chantell's eyes grew wide and then she laughed as she got off of me.  She
mounted Sheila at the end of the bed, and affectionately pushed her hair 
from her face.  "Did my little Sheila give you a nice flight here?"

"Sure," I replied.

Sheila had begun to squeeze Chan's ass and lick her beautiful tits, as
Channie closed her eyes.  "Well, she better have.  I paid a pretty penny to
give her flying lessons and now she drives and flies me anywhere I want to
go.  Sheila loves to serve me, don't you my little slave."

Through a mouthful of tit, Sheila replied, "Mmmmm Hmmmm, yes boss."

These two beautiful bodies, lying against one another, were now facing me 
in such a way that I could see their four holes lined up in a line: 
asshole, cunt, cunt, asshole.  It was a beautiful and erotic sight.  I 
paused to consider my situation, scratching my balls in the process.

Finally, I said, "How's the saying go?  'If you can't lick 'em, fuck 'em!'"

They paused in their embrace of one another to look back at me, and said
together, "Lick us and fuck us!"

With that invitation, I plunged my face into paradise.