Tom's Torture Ch. 02

"Oh fuck!" he tried to shout, but the sperm gurgling in his mouth. He whipped his head back, gagging, as the second load from my throbbing cock blasted his neck and chest. In that same moment, while Pam continued to help me cum, Kelly had already let go of me and was pouncing on Bobby, straddling his naked body with hers and reaching for the gun. When he struggled, she kneed him directly in the groin, and in a fit of pain—made all the worse because he was fully erect—he spit his unwilling mouthful of cum into Kelly's face, but she ignored it as she finally got a grip on the pistol, wrenched it free from Bobby's grasp, then stood quickly, pointing the gun down.

"Get the fuck back!" she shouted.

I was just squirting my last blast of semen onto my belly, still unable to function as a human being, but now Pam was jumping up and as a team the two naked women quickly corralled the three shocked and terrified nude black dudes toward the far end of the room.

"Stay on the floor!" Kelly shouted. "Any of you even so much as raises a finger, my first shot goes into your crotch!

Darryl was shouting, "Bobby, you motherfucker! What the fuck did you do?" But Bobby was still spitting and wiping his mouth, his erection quite gone. It was now the three of them that lay heaped in a miserable, helpless trio.

I began to recover my wits, and I realized that I should probably get up and relieve Kelly of the gun, which I saw wavering in her hand. She had probably never even held a firearm before, but I'd had a bit of experience in the ROTC, as well as the occasional shooting excursions with my uncle and cousin.

But Kelly was still issuing orders, taking control of the situation, and despite all logic I couldn't help but notice and admire that she was quite mother naked, dripping with cum, yet confidently holding those three assholes at bay. She said, "Pam, get your clothes on, quickly. Tom, you do the same."

In a few moments, we had scrambled into our pants and shirts and shoes. In our haste, we didn't even bother with socks or underwear. Once dressed, I stepped over to take the gun from Kelly so she could do the same.

"Tom, shoot these motherfuckers a hundred times if they even look at you funny," she said, handing over the piece. I stared down the barrel at them, particularly at Darryl, pure hatred in both of our eyes. I was terrified of the possibility of actually having to pull the trigger, but I also knew without a doubt that I would do ANYTHING to protect the two women.

When Kelly was dressed, she stepped over next to me and barked a new order at the men: "Okay, all three of you, get in the bathroom!"

Darryl said, "C'mon, baby, we was just having fun! At least let us put our clothes back on."

"Fuck you! Get in the fucking bathroom...NOW!"

She made as if to grab the gun from me, which startled the men into standing and beginning to shuffle down the hallway. I could see why they followed the order; Kelly looked REALLY pissed. And sexy, once again wearing her little black cocktail dress, no underwear of course.

When the three big black naked men squeezed into the little bathroom, Kelly quickly shut the door. She stepped back into the living room with Pam and me. For a moment, we all looked at each other. Our common thought was clear: What now?

Pam whispered desperately, "Can't we just get OUT of here?"

Kelly nodded and looked at me. She kept her voice down too. "Yes, but what about those assholes?"

Pam said, "Shouldn't we call the police?"

Kelly shook her head, "We could, but I know Darryl's well connected. He could easily get a lawyer to twist the facts to suggest we were all in this together from the start, and things just got...out of hand."

I said, "Let's do both." They looked at me. I explained quietly, "Let's tell THEM that we're going to call the police, but then we get the fuck out of here."

Kelly and Pam both nodded agreement. I stepped a little closer to the bathroom door and shouted so the men inside could clearly hear me. "We're calling nine-one-one! We're going to sit here—with the gun—until the cops arrive. If I even see the knob on that bathroom door begin to move, I'll shoot right through the door, you understand?"

Silence.

"I SAID, do you understand!"

Finally a muffled voice, most likely Darryl's: "Yes."

"Good, now stay the fuck quiet. Don't be no trouble...boy."

I stepped back and looked at the women. Silently, we gathered only what personal items were immediately within reach: my overnight bag, jacket, Kelly's purse, Pam's purse. I picked up the phone near the couch and made as if to dial. After waiting a few seconds, I loudly and firmly explained what had happened and that we need the police ASAP. I listened to the dial tone and repeated my plea for a quick response. I then very, very gently set the phone back on its cradle and whispered to the women, "Let's go."

We got into Kelly's car, a little BMW 328, and I drove off in the first random direction I could find. For several minutes, no one said a thing. At one point, Kelly and Pam shared a box of tissues to try and wipe most of the obvious blobs of cum off their faces and necks. It was sticky on their skin, sticky in their hair.

Finally, Kelly said, "Up ahead is the W hotel. Let's go there." I looked at her. She went on, "We just need to get safe somewhere, to get cleaned up. And I'm afraid of going to a bad part of town. The W is upscale, it's perfect."

"It's expensive," Pam muttered.

Kelly said, "I've got the Amex from Daddy. We'll be fine."

So we pulled into valet of the luxury hotel in Downtown San Francisco, and out stepped three very disheveled teenagers. The well-paid valet and doormen knew well enough not to stare, and we entered the lobby without incident. At the desk, Kelly put on a bit of a show as if she were drunk, sort of playing off how we could all look so shitty. As she booked one of the nicer suites, the one male front desk agent there gave me a jealous stare—I was, after all, about to go to a room late at night with two sexy ladies.....

A few minutes later I dead-bolted the door to the room and we all three stood there, staring at one another in the entry way. Then, without saying anything, Pam turned and started walking toward the bathroom, stripping off her shirt along the way, letting it drop where it may. While I watched, Kelly turned to follow her, allowing the straps of her dress to drop off her shoulder so that she was fully naked by the time she stepped into the bathroom behind the disrobing Pam. They left the bathroom door wide open.

In a bit of a daze, I made my way into the bathroom too. Both girls were now naked. Pam was on the toilet, oblivious to anyone now, and urinating. She grimaced a couple of times, trying to squeeze out any last drop of semen she could from her vagina. Kelly stood next to her, caressing her head against her naked chest. She gave me a weak smile.

The bathroom of this suite was luxurious, with a huge whirlpool tub/shower combination, everything marble. I turned on the shower so that a nice warm flow blasted into the tub. I then began to disrobe. Now naked myself, I stepped over to where Pam and Kelly were finishing up by the toilet. Kelly and I both helped Pam, who was fading in and out with exhaustion, step into the tub. We sat on either side of her, and the three of us held one another tightly as the refreshingly warm water sprayed down on us.

It felt as if a good ten minutes went by before anyone stirred. I finally reached for the soap and shampoo, and as one quiet, tangled body of flesh, Kelly and I washed and soaped and rinsed Pam, then one another. Somehow the experience we'd just had had bonded us so that unconsciously none of us wanted to part company. In fact, it was like we HAD to remain touching, in continuous physical contact. It was sensual but not overtly erotic at first. In fact, it was beautiful.

But as we began to wash the soap and shampoo from our bodies, mine began to react. I was now between the two women as we all sat in the massive tub, naked and wet. I honestly hadn't even realized it, but as I caressed and cleaned the two women I had formed an erection. It wasn't until I saw Pam staring quietly down at my crotch that I realized what was happening.

I didn't want them to think I was doing this purely for sexual reasons. I truly and deeply loved these women now, and I wanted to be here to protect and cleanse them, be a man for them. So I said softly, "I'm sorry, Pam. Just ignore it."

She leaned over to my and kissed me gently. "It's okay, Tom."

Kelly leaned forward as well, kissing my neck. "You're wonderful, Tom. You too, Pam."

We all embraced again, our hearts swelling. But my penis was swelling, too, although I really did try to will the thing back down. It was no use, but then as Pam began to doze against my chest, Kelly reached down and began to slowly stroke my penis. She smiled at me and also closed her eyes, leaning against me as she pumped with just the right amount of pressure. After a few minutes I said, "I love you both," as I ejaculated.

Kelly rinsed the semen from my penis and her hand, and a few minutes later, we all got out of the tub, helped each other to dry off, then climbed into bed, grasping each other's nudity and warmth, and drifted off to sleep.