She liked what she saw. Unconsciously she brushed back a strand of her coppery-red hair and smiled a little more. Her pink-tipped tongue made a slow circuit of her lips and her pussy started to churn in obvious desire for the man standing next to her in the elevator.
Amber Jackson knew she shouldn't get turned on like this by anonymous men. The day had been a long one and her slave-driver boss had made her work an extra three hours tonight finishing off a stack of reports. The girl recognized all the symptoms. She had been alone in the office, thinking of going to a disco and having some fun, hating the fact she was sitting and typing dull reports.
No wonder she was horny.
Of course, the man did a lot to incite her passions, too. He was just about the most handsome man she had ever seen. His muscles rippled under the thin polyester shirt he wore. He'd taken off his tie and draped his jacket over one shoulder. She eyed him appreciatively, from the angular features of his face down his body to his tight ass and...
His crotch. It bulged ominously. While the man seemed to be standing calmly enough, his erection betrayed him. The girl sucked in her breath and wondered what was going through his mind. It had to be something really special to give him an obvious boner like that.
The man's mind raced, trying to figure out an appropriate opening line to use with Amber. He had seen her in the huge office building many times but had never had the occasion to talk with her. As much as he'd wanted, he had never quite gotten up the courage to simply walk up and say "hello" to her.
And now they were alone together in the cramped elevator. The entire building would be deserted and this was the proper time to make a play for the redhead. Cautiously, he looked out the corner of his eye and studied her every feature.
He liked what he saw. He liked it a lot and had to fight down the physical reaction of his body to that beauty.
The redhead couldn't have been over twenty and her youth was in full bloom. Her tits were opulent. They threatened to spill out the front of her low-cut dress at any instantand if they did, Randall Clark would have been more than happy to catch them for her. Never had he seen such large knockers on a chick. He wondered if they were real or if they were some plastic surgeon's masterpiece.
From the way they jostled around, he guessed they were real. No amount of silicone plastic could have given the firmness, the youthfulness of those twin mounds of delight. The deep canyon between her boobs beckoned to him, like an unexplored jungle to a hunter. To have those mountainous tits banging at both of his ears would be nothing less than paradise on earth.
But he couldn't simply stare at her tits. That was impolite. And it made his cock hurt abominably. He uncomfortably shifted his weight from foot to foot and pulled his coat off his shoulder and held it in front of his body, hoping to hide his arousal.
Still, the idea that she wasn't wearing a bra made him hornier than ever. The sight of her nipples slowly growing and pressing out mushroom-like against the thin fabric of her dress made him wonder if she wasn't getting hot thinking about him.
That didn't happen in real life. It had never happened to him. A chick with tits like that, a trim waist, a flaring ass and incredible thighs tapering down into seductively trim legs wouldn't go for him. He was only a junior executive for an accounting firm. While Elliot, Winter, and Vickers paid him a substantial amount of money, it wouldn't possibly be enough to interest a slick number like this girl.
He suspected she had her pick of any man in the building-and the building had some of the wealthiest men in the city officing here.
His mind turned to why she was working so late. Her boss had probably wanted to knock off a piece and made her stay late. Or maybe she had wanted to screw him. Clark had no idea what her boss was like. He might be rich and handsome and she was more than willing to put out for him. There was no way of telling.
"Pardon me," she said, her voice sounding clear and exciting in the small space of the elevator, "do you have the time?"
"Hmmm? Oh, yes." He glanced at his digital watch, pressing the stud to see the display. "It's..." and he lurched and fell heavily against her as the elevator jerked to a halt.
For a moment, they stayed pressed together against the wall of the elevator. Then they both laughed and disengaged. Amber reluctantly let him escape. He was so shy! And she was so damned horny! Why didn't he make a play for her? She wanted to rub her snatch but was afraid to do so. The wetness creeping from her pussy might spot her dress and embarrass her terribly.
"Sorry. I didn't mean to do that."
She peered through the gloom at him and said, "The lights went off. And the elevator's not moving."
She saw him snap back from wherever his thoughts had taken him. He cocked an ear, then said, "Listen. You can hear alarm bells ringing all over the building. I'll bet there's a fire somewhere."
"No," she said, "the elevators automatically sink to the bottom floor. I think the power's gone out."
"Really?" he said, his tone brighter than it should have been during such a catastrophe.
"We might be trapped her for hours and hours," she said, pressing closer to him. He started to back away, then nervously laughed. There wasn't anywhere he could run to. Her hands reached out as she continued, "I'm not afraid of the dark-as long as I know someone's close by. Isn't that silly?"
"I think it's perfectly understandable," he said. "And I feel the same way. To know someone is close.. . . "
His hands reached out and cupped her mountainous tits. The redhead moaned softly and sank slowly to the floor of the elevator. At that instant, she didn't care if the power ever came back on. The feelings coursing into her chest were delightful. The feel of his fingers moving slowly over her erect nipples made her entire body quiver with need. Never had she needed a man like she did now.
"Go on," he said. "Touch it."
Her fingers fumbled at his fly. She managed to run the zipper down. The metallic hiss filled the elevator cage and she vaguely realized that all sound had been stilled. There was only the two of them-and their harsh, aroused breathing.
Panting harder, she reached into his pants and pulled out the long, hard length of his prick. Holding it like some religious relic, she felt its heat radiating into her palm. Her fingers curled around it and she began to stroke gently up and down the pillar of man-meat.
"God, that feels good," he sighed. She started to say something but he had managed to find the hook on her dress and was busily running the zipper down her back. In an instant, her boobs leaped out free of the encumbering cloth that had held them all day long. She heaved a sigh of relief and excitement. His hands still cradled her tits and bounced them up and down, as if weighing them.
"Go on, suck my poor titties," she demanded. "I need it so bad! You can't know how badly I need to feel a man's mouth moving all over them."
"Keep that hand working on my cock and I'll do whatever you want," he told her.
He dived down and lived out his fantasies of just a few minutes earlier. It was paradise having her tits banging into either side of his head as he licked and tongued his way down the deep canyon between her breasts. The tender flesh flowed like silk under his rough, pink tongue. He began spiraling up one of the snowy white slopes.
He left behind a trail of saliva that glowed in the dim light of the elevator. When he reached the top of her tit, he found a tiny monument to her arousal already pulsing with life.
He sucked the ruby-red nipple into his mouth. His lips caressed it gently and then his teeth applied hard pressure that made the girl suck in her breath and shove her tit into his face. He continued to run his teeth over the length of the aroused nubbin of flesh before he applied the tip of his tongue to that pulsating nipple.
"Aiieeeeeee!" the girl shrieked; Her entire body was one giant, raw nerve ending. She was hot now, hot to do anything this man wanted. The feel of his mouth moving all over her boobs had been nice, but this!
She came.
Everything got her off. She had been planning a wild night of dancing at several of the discos. That had been denied her by the order to work late. When she got into the elevator, seeing such a handsome and desirable man had rekindled her inner fires. She had gotten downright horny at the thought of balling him.
That had been a fantasy on her part. She realized it was possible when she saw his raging hard-on tenting his trousers. The power blackout was a Godsend. The dimness in the elevator was sexy, but no where near as sexy and feeling his hot, hard prick jerking mightily against her fingers. She had all the cock she could ever want at her fingertips.
And his mouth! He knew all the right places to suck and lick and press his tongue and teeth.
She came again, shaking like a leaf in a high wind. The tumultuous flood of her passion poured out and dropped her limp to the floor of the elevator. She felt her legs wantonly spreading to allow the man to climb on top of her and ride hard, "Please," she managed to gasp out. "Go on and fuck me. I need this!" She jerked hard at his cock to let him know exactly what it was she needed. "I need you here!" The redhead pulled his prick toward the vee of her slender legs. She felt his immediate response.
For a horrifying instant, she thought he was going to jet off in her hand. Such a waste that would be!
"Goddamn, I never thought I'd be fucking the most beautiful girl in the whole goddamn building when I got in this elevator!"
"N-no more w-words," she moaned out. "Ride me, ride me hard!"
His mouth crushed passionately against hers and prevented any more talking. His hands moved all over her tits, pressing and stroking and pushing her arousals back to the breaking point. She gasped and moaned harder now. She couldn't bear much more of this. Her cunt was drooling obscenely. She had to feed it cock-and lots of it.
The redhead needn't have worried. Those hands expertly stripped her dress off her. She lifted her ass just enough to allow him to slide the dress past and then she was clad only in pantyhose. How she hated those damned pantyhose. They were such a drag putting on and taking off.
But he didn't bother taking them off her. She felt his strong fingers working at the panel covering her snatch. A tiny ripping sound and cool air gushed into her pussy. She lifted her legs in obvious invitation to him and tugged harder at his cock, urging him to really stuff it in and fuck like hell.
He didn't need much encouragement. His cock was about ready to explode. Having it spew out its precious manseed outside of a hot and clinging female pussy would be a supreme waste. He knew it. And he realized the girl knew it, also. He hurried.
Her legs came up on either side of his body, greeting him. He shoved forward as those trim legs snaked around his waist. His cock entered the tiny hole he'd made in her pantyhose, but missed his real target. He felt his prick skid wetly along the entire length of her gash.
The man stroked back and forth in that divine slit for a few seconds, the hot cunt oils soaking into his turgid flesh. He felt his cock drag over the pinkly scalloped pussy-lips and then find the dank, hot cavity of her pussy.
"Ummm, oh, yes! Yes," she moaned.
"That's where I want your cock. Fuck meeeeeeee!"
Her entire body shivered with desire. His hands reached under her trim body and cupped her buttocks. Squeezing, teasing, he lifted her ass off the floor of the elevator and slid his cock even deeper into her cunt. For a moment, the man felt his prick hang up in the damp interior of her innermost reaches. Then the fuck juices lubricated her enough to allow him to shove ball-deep into her.
For a moment, they both held the position, reveling in the wondrous feelings racing through their bodies. The man felt his balls lurching and churning with renewed lust. He could hardly keep from fountaining out his jism. Only iron will prevented that tightly clinging cunt from milking him then and there.
"That's what I neeeeeed!" the woman moaned. Her legs tensed around his waist and pulled him another inch deeper into her seething cavity. For the first time, she had more than enough cock to satisfy her. Something snapped inside the redhead and she erupted with a climax.
Her entire body started shivering like a leaf. She moaned and sighed and then screamed at the top of her lungs. Her hips started moving of their own accord. She rammed her pussy lips down around the spike of cock impaling her.
"Fuck meeee haaaaard!" she managed to shriek. "Give it all to
The man had lost all control of his own body. His hips obeyed the girl's wanton command.
He fucked, He fucked as hard and fast and deep as he could. His hips took on a life of their own, setting the pace. He was a detached observer whose only mission was to enjoy the fantastic feel of the velvet-soft pussy engulfing his prick.
She felt the rising tide of passion inside her again. The sexual tensions had died down and now they were back, stronger than ever. The girl gasped and gulped and tried to get enough air into her tortured lungs. She felt as if she were breathing liquid fire. Her chest strained. Her tits grew as more and more excited blood hammered into them. The feel of her nipples told her that the lightest touch across them would set her off on still another come.
It did.
The man's mouth moved down and he lightly licked across her tits. The rough, wet feel did it to her. The sexual tensions inside her belly snapped and he felt her desires lashing out.
The man's prick raced in to meet her hunching body. His hands held her ass-cheeks firmly in place so that he wouldn't slip from her divine slit. The lewd sucking noise of their fucking filled the stillness of the elevator cage.
The woman felt her cunt-lips begin to tingle with the friction of the fucking. Then her cunt-walls rippled and convulsed as the powerful battering ram of man-meat surged balls deep into her. The feel of that heavy piston of pleasure triggered a chain reaction inside that couldn't be stopped.
The friction of cock against pussy wall. The way that prick danced so erotically inside her. The nearness of a supremely confident and dominant man. All that piled fuel to her blossoming fires of desire.
She came.
And this time, her pussy clamped down firmly on the man's hidden prick. Her cunt tried to mash his pecker flat with the power of the convulsions. He began rotating his prick inside her humid well, stirring powerfully and giving them both added stimulation.
The redhead came again. She had hardly begun to drift down from her sexual high when the force of his fucking pushed her over the brink of orgasm another time. And another and another and another. She felt like a string of firecrackers going off.
"Aieeeeeee!" was all she could cry out. Her passions had run berserk and were consuming her. When she thought it would be impossible for her to ever feel sexual desire again, she felt his prick begin to swell inside her tight fuck-tunnel.
She tensed and they both climaxed together as the hot, sweet rush of his jism whitewashed her cunt. He kept fucking as long as his prick was stiff and then dribbled out of her drooling pussy amid a flow of come and her cunt oils.
He released the grip he had on her buttocks and she sighed. The feel of the afterglow of a great fuck filled her. She felt drowsy, content. Through half-closed eyes she looked up at his sweating face and managed to smile.
"It was really super," she finally said. Her hand reached out and lightly touched his cheek. She stroked along it and then laughed.
"What's so funny?" he asked.
"You need a shave. And I don't even know what your name is!"
It was his turn to laugh. "Things have been moving pretty fast, I guess. I'm Randall Clark. My friends call me Randy."
"I bet they do," Amber laughed. "I'm a secretary up on the top floor. Amber Jackson's the name."
He reached out to shake hands with her and then they both laughed. In the dim light he had managed to touch one of her breasts, still throbbing and alive with desire, and she had gripped his flaccid cock.
Amber didn't know how long the power would be off, but she hoped it would be long enough to restore some of the stiffness to the fine prick she held in her hand. That lovemaking had been sensational!
CHAPTER TWO
"How do we get out of here?" Randy asked, gently disengaging her hand from his prick.
"Why bother getting out?" she asked lazily. "I like it here."
He laughed and she felt a surge of lust again. It seldom happened this way. After the kind of lovemaking they had just enjoyed, she usually didn't feel like balling again for at least an hour. Her pussy still sang a song of joy from the friction, from the erotic feel of cock rubbing fast over aroused cunt-wall. But it wasn't that way this time.
She wanted him again. Right now. And it wasn't because she wasn't satisfied. He lit hidden fires inside the young girl that hardly ever saw the light of day.
"I like it here-with you," he said. "But the power's been out for almost a half-hour."
"That long!" she exclaimed. She managed to pull herself up into a sitting position. The elevator didn't provide much room for maneuvering around. She fastened her dress and managed to stand, her legs still weak and rubbery from the fucking.
"Something really lousy might have happened. We might be trapped here for a long time if we don't do something on our own."
She edged closer to him and gripped his cock. Squeezing firmly, she began stroking along the limp length. "I can think of all sorts of things to do."
"Ummm, yeah, I just bet you can. But what if the building's on fire? What if the elevator suddenly decides to drop us all the way to the basement?"
"If there'd been a fire, we would have coasted down. But I don't know what this damned thing will do." She looked nervously about her, as if seeing the elevator for the first time. "Damn thing always gave me claustrophobia. I got out of it as fast as I could before."
"I won't let anything happen to you," he said. It sounded corny but Amber believed him. If any man could do anything in this circumstance, it would be Randy. She didn't know why she felt that way. She just did.
"If you'll let go of my prick-as much as I like the feel of your warm hand on it-I'll try to get through the top of the elevator."
"The top?" she asked, reluctantly letting his prick swing free in front of his groin. The tiny drop of come beading the tip of his pecker was so damned attractive she wanted to drop to her knees and suck it off. She wanted to suck on that prick until it was nice and stiff and then spewed out gallons and gallons more of come into her mouth.
But getting out of the elevator did seem like a safer proposition, for the moment. Afterward...
"A trap door. Always up there to let people out who are unfortunate enough to get trapped."
"You think we're unfortunate? After screwing like that?" she teased. She felt a growing nervousness and the light banter helped her keep from screaming in outright panic. She was glad a man so together was with her. Randy didn't seem the least bit panicked by the prospect of plunging fifty stories down the elevator shaft.
"There's always the bad with the good, it seems," he said. "Ah, there. Got the son-of-a-bitch loose." He shoved hard and the roof fell away with a loud clatter. A shower of dust and dead insects came down, momentarily choking them. They laughed and he quickly-lightly, jumped up and took hold of the edge of the trap door. With a smoothly coordinated effort, he pulled himself through the dark rectangle.
"Help me up!" she called. "I don't want to be left here!"
A strong hand came down and she was soon on the top of the elevator car with Randy. He went to the wall and forced open one of the doors that led out onto a floor. Amber tried to remember where the elevator had been. That was around the thirty-fifth floor. As soon as Randy helped her onto the solid floor, she checked. She had missed it by two floors. This was the thirty-seventh.
"Jesus," she said, "this place is spooky without any lights and nobody around."
She felt him take her hand and squeeze gently. She squeezed back, wondering if his prick might be ready for another bout of screwing. The idea of being alone in the deserted building didn't thrill her, but she couldn't think of any better way of spending her time here than by fucking a stud like Randy.
"Let's explore. I want to see if the entire city is out or if it's just this building."
They silently walked down the hall until they came to a window looking out over the city. For a moment, Amber thought a heavy smog had descended, blotting out the lights. Then she realized that there weren't any lights. The power blackout affected everyone as far as she could see.
"Damn, what do we do?" she asked, moving closer and rubbing her body against Randy's.
"I can think of one thing right now. Why don't we.. . wait! Listen. Hear that?"
A soft sound of a trapped animal came from nearby. Amber listened hard and finally said, "It's coming from one of the other elevators. And it's someone crying."
It took only a few seconds to pry open the doors. Randy dropped to the roof of another elevator and pulled off the escape panel. Inside a girl huddled in the corner, crying. The man dropped into the elevator and helped her up. The girl was good-looking, blonde and trim and scared shitless. She cringed as his hands closed around her waist as he boosted her up and out of the elevator.
"Take care of her, Amber," he called up. "I'll check on the other elevators to see if anyone's in them."
"Okay," she called back. She put her arm around the other girl's trembling shoulders and hugged her tight. To the blonde, she softly, said, "It's okay. Everything's fine now. Calm down."
"I'm s-s-sorry," the blond girl sobbed. "I'm not used to things like this happening. God, was I frightened in there! I thought I was going to die."
"The entire city's power is out. We're going to have to stay here until we get some electricity back on. Hey, hey, cool it!"
The blonde clutched frantically at Amber and almost pulled her down to her knees. The girl buried her face between Amber's ample tits. The redhead could feel the hot, salty tears tickling as they ran into the deep canyon between her tits.
"There, there," she soothed. Never had she felt more protective of anyone. The girl was about the same age, perhaps a year or two younger. And yet it was Amber who was in control of the situation. Her hands stroked and petted and soothed the blonde.
"What's your name?" asked the blonde.
"Amber. And I'll take good care of you."
"I'm S-Susan. Susan Hansen. And thank you!"
For a moment, they looked into each other's eyes. Vivid green eyes stared down just a bit into the polar-blue ones, now turned red from all the crying. Amber didn't know who started it, but they both ended up crushing their lips together in a long, heartfelt kiss. It communicated loneliness and fear and frustration-and desire.
She didn't want to admit it to herself, but she was aroused by the blond girl. She thought it was nothing more than a carryover of horniness from her fucking with Randy. Then Amber had to admit to herself it was a lot more. She felt real desire for the other girl.
Her hands-the hands that had soothed, now worked to arouse. It didn't take much. She slid her hands up under the thin blouse the girl wore. With clever, adept motions, she had the girl's bra unhooked so she could cup the luscious mounds of tit in her hands. She pressed her palms down firmly and felt the girl's nipples begin to swell and pulse hot and hard.
"Th-that's so nice," the blond girl sighed, pressing her chest forward so that her ample boobs filled Amber's hands. She continued to squeeze and knead the doughy mounds until the girl was sobbing with desire.
Amber never quite knew what happened then. She felt her own dress being undone and her tits spilling out. The girl hungrily buried her mouth in the canyon between the rising cones of breast. Amber sucked in her breath when she felt the rough, wet scourage of tongue run from the top of that valley all the way down to the bottom. And then the girl's mouth slowly spiraled up the slope until she came to the cherry-red cap of nipple.
"Go on, dear," Amber urged. "Stuff it into your mouth and suck. It feels so goooooood!"
And it did. She sighed and felt the weakness assail her entire body. This was the way it usually felt when a man made love to her. But this was no man she was so anxiously awaiting. It was another woman.
The sheer perversity of having another woman make love to her sent tiny jolts of sexual thrill through her entire body. It was kinky! And she loved it!
Susan's mouth seemed to know all the right things to do to her boobs. Her tongue rolled the tiny pebble of nipple around before velvet-soft lips sucked it in. The feel of the lips against the sides of the rock-hard nubbin almost caused Amber to come. She sank down to the floor of the room and shoved her tit forcefully into the girl's face. The girl opened her lips just enough to take the entire tip of breast. She sucked on that tit for all she was worth.
Amber groaned as the hardness of teeth scored her tender flesh. She knew it would leave ugly red marks on her snow-white flesh. But it felt so damned good!
She knew she couldn't take much more. Her pussy was overflowing with need. The fucking in the elevator with Randy had turned her on more than she cared to admit. Amber didn't wantonly screw like that-not usually. But the situation was unique. The entire city was blacked out. It was as if her morals had been turned off with the electricity. There was a desperate urge deep in her gut that needed a sexual response.
She had enjoyed fucking Randy. But it hadn't completely sated her. This girl's tongue up her pussy might be just the thing she needed to do the trick.
Swiveling around, her ass forming the fulcrum of the motion, she managed to arrange their bodies so that her pussy was just inches away from Susan's anxious mouth.
"Go on, Susan. You're a woman. You know all the things that turn you on. They turn me on, too. Eat my cunt!"
The words burned on her lips. She would have been horrified to say a thing like that just a few hours earlier. Amber didn't understand the sexual needs that rampaged through her body now. The lights going out seemed to make it all right. She could do anything she wanted under the cover of darkness.
Susan seemed to feel the same way. The girl's lower lip trembled a bit and then she said, "Only if you eat me out, too!"
More rearranging of their bodies and soon they were nakedly locked into the classic position. Susan's tongue slithered up and down the entire length of her gash. Amber shuddered every time the tongue lightly flicked against the erect and throbbingly alive clitoris. She sobbed and moaned and rested her hands on the blonde's rump. Pulling the entire body toward her, she managed to get her mouth firmly planted on the corn silk-fine rimmed pussy.
Her tongue began giving lick for lick. She felt Susan's body tense as her tongue slipped between the turgid, blue-tinged cunt-lips and into the deep well of her sex. Her tongue swirled around inside her cunt like a berserk tornado. She loved it when a man did this to her. Amber knew she always came alive and turned into a tiger.
It worked the same way for the younger girl.
The blonde struggled and thrashed about, then screamed out her lust as she came. Amber held on for dear life and, when the whirling winds or orgasm had abated in the blonde's body, she called out, "Suck on my pussy, dammit! I need your mouth love as much as you need mine!"
She felt a wracking shudder pass the entire length of her body. The girl's tongue had found her clit. The rough, pink tongue teased the clit up and out of its sheath of protective flesh. She seemed to be a magician and was performing magic on the tiny, pea-sized organ. Every single thing she did pushed Amber's arousal up another notch.
The girl's hot breath gusted past the sensitive little spire of clit and turned her on in a big way. But there was so much more the girl did. Her tongue lightly brushed across just the tip. The electric surge volting into her belly told Amber that a come wasn't far away. Her pussy was already convulsing, gripping down and trying to find the cock that was supposed to be fucking her.
There wasn't one. But it didn't matter. She came anyway. Her entire body arched as she allowed the huge waves of her orgasm to smash against the shores of her mind. And when she was positive that there wasn't a single ounce of desire left in her, the girl's tongue coaxed more out. She came again.
After that, it was a mutual give-and-take.
She thrust her tongue in and out of Susan's pussy as fast and hard as she could. As Amber tongue-fucked the girl, Susan managed to run her tongue back along the sensitive edges of her cunt-lips. The feathery light touch was more than enough to drive her out of her mind with lust again. She came and came and came-and somehow managed to keep her tongue firmly lodged inside the blond girl's pussy.
The thick flow of fuck-juices assaulted her tongue. She felt her tongue coating with the salty, tangy sauces of a woman fully aroused. This was the first time Amber had ever tasted another woman's frothy love-juice. She hadn't thought she would ever like it.
She loved it.
She couldn't get enough. She eagerly, hungrily, slurped and lapped at Susan's pussy. Her tongue drove mercilessly into the tight tunnel and then stirred around inside.
"Oh, ohhhhh!" sobbed the blonde. "I need it soooooo!"
And Amber surprised herself by finding out she needed exactly the same things she was giving the younger girl. And she got it. As soon as Susan's come had died down, she got all of it and more.
The tongue touched all the right places.
Her clit. A quick surge down the side of one of her throbbing cunt-lips. A swift plunge into the depths of her steamy cunt. Back out and along the perineum to her ass-hole. A light brush across the anus, teasing, promising more. A sudden surge and the tongue all the way up her ass-hole.
She came. She came hard. And the tongue fucking of her ass-hole was continuing. She thrashed and moaned and begged for the other girl to stop. The tongue wormed its way deeper up her ass, lighting forbidden fires.
Not only was she getting her ass eaten out by the girl, she was still licking the wanton pussy spread in front of her face. Amber could hardly handle the impact of this lesbian love-making.
But it didn't matter. Who cared? The lights had gone out. No one could blame them for what they were doing. This wasn't like they were out looting and burning. They were only enjoying themselves.
Enjoying themselves in kinky, perverted coupling. Amber's conscious mind tried to stop her but her body, her emotions, her needs, drove her on. By the time she had finished eating out the other girl's cunt-and getting her own beautifully eaten in return-she was exhausted. It seemed perfectly natural to curl up, arms around Susan, pulling her tits in close to her own naked tits. In this position, they both slept.
CHAPTER THREE
Randall Clark managed to free the three people in one of the other elevator cages. The elevator had stopped several floors above but the brake on it continually slipped, causing smoke to fill the elevator shaft and giving supreme fright to the occupants.
He was more than happy to help out the dark-haired woman. She had a figure that wouldn't quit. And, excited as she was, it was even more prominent. Her tits heaved up and down, flopping just enough to promise a man all he could handle if they were allowed to bob around free of the confines of a blouse. Her ass was more than adequate to fill out the knit dress she wore and her legs gave Clark another hard-on just looking at them.
"God, thanks!" the woman breathed heavily, supporting herself against Clark's firm body. The touch of her hand was electric. It was almost enough to make him lose control then and there, rip her dress off and fuck her cross-eyed.
And he got the distinct impression the jet-haired woman would have loved every second of it. Her eyes were dancing, and it wasn't from fear. She gave him a quick once-over and seemed to say, "I like what I see, too. How about some action?"
He swallowed hard and turned to help the next passenger in the elevator. The man was tall, slender, and possessed of a wiry strength. He almost surged out of the elevator. Clark wondered why this guy and the seductress with the raven-black tresses hadn't gotten it on while trapped in the elevator. After all, he had acted out of character by fucking the redheaded girl.
Then Clark saw why they hadn't. The third passenger was enough to put a damper on any party. The man clutched his brief case as if it might be stolen at any instant. His beady eyes darted from side to side, searching for God knew what. The man was overweight and dressed conservatively. Even his tie was still fastened around his neck. He hadn't bothered to unbutton his vest and he might have been ready to go to work.
He looked like any of a thousand other top executives Clark had seen running around the building. He wondered idly if they were all clones. One master executive donated a few cells and produced millions of carbon-copy accountants with high blood pressure and suspicious, paranoid minds.
"I've got to get out of here," the man instantly said. "I can't stay in this building. Get me out of here!"
"Hey, cool it, man," Clark said, stepping back a pace. The wild glint in the man's eyes put him off for a second. Maybe the brief stint in the elevator had driven the man batso. The last thing Clark wanted to deal with was a guy gone over the deep end. It was bad enough having the hysterical blonde on his hands.
Not that he would have minded helping her calm down. She was a really foxy bush, too.
"You don't understand. I am Harrison Salter of Hude, Hurwell, and Maxfield Accountants. I must get out of here."
"Pleased to meet you, Mr. Salter," Clark said. "And none of us are going anywhere."
"Why not?" asked the dark-haired woman. The way she said it was more of a come-hither-and-let's-fuck invitation than it was a request for information. Clark thought he would really get to enjoy this power outage.
"Entire city's blacked out. I figure nothing is working. Heard an alarm and then nothing. We're trapped here for the duration. So I'd suggest we might as well make the most of it."
"I like you," the woman said, moving a little closer. The way she rubbed her hip against his reminded Clark of the way a cat will come up and stroke itself against your leg. Sinuous, sensuous.
"You're not so bad yourself," he admitted.
"I've got to get out of here. Immediately!" shouted Salter.
"Look, man, you just heard," said the tall, brown-haired man. "We're stuck here. Until the power comes back on. Won't do any good getting out in the streets. All the power's out. That means looters intent on killing anybody crossing them. The cops might be trigger-happy. Or, God knows, the mayor may have the National Guard out. You know what a trigger-happy bunch of clowns they are."
"Kent State," muttered Salter. "I don't care!" he suddenly blurted. "I have to leave."
"So go on," urged the woman. "I'm sure we won't miss you." She turned her immediate attention back to Clark and said, "Why don't you show me somewhere that we can be alone, hero?"
Clark hardly glanced at Salter or the other man. His mind was on more immediate things. Hero, she'd said. And wasn't he? Hadn't he rescued them at great risk to his own life? Why shouldn't he reap a hero's reward for what he had done?
Wasn't that the way it always worked in the fairy tales?
"Sure. I think one of the offices down the corridor is deserted. We can..."
Clark was spun around as Salter jerked at his sleeve. "You can't go off and fuck this whore! You've got to help me get out of here! I have a midnight plane to catch. It's vital!"
"Hey, mister, just cool it," said the tall man. "Look, why don't we just sit down here and talk this out. My name's Marty Reinhardt. Now let ole Marty explain to you why the fuck you can't take a plane anywhere tonight."
Slater's attention was pulled away from Clark, who was pulled away by the insistent tugs on his other arm by the dark-haired woman. She pulled his head down with one long-fingered hand and whispered hotly in his ear, "And I'm Anne."
Her tongue danced around the rim of his ear, teasing and tormenting him. When she ran her tongue all the way in to the tight channel of his ear, he thought his prick would rip his pants open. He wanted nothing more than to get this hot chick alone and ball her.
"Down the hall. Hurry!" he said.
She laughed lightly and went before him, her ass wiggling just the right amount to make sure he stayed good and hot for her. He saw the way she moved and wanted it all. He would have grabbed her and raped her in the hall if she hadn't executed a perfect little wiggle and turned the comer as his fingers closed around her waist.
"What a lovely office," she said.
He closed the distance between them and gripped hard at her waist. He pulled her close and said, "What a lovely woman. What is the hero's reward to be for rescuing the fair damsel in distress?"
"Anything the hero wants!"
His cock was paining him now. And the woman wasn't doing anything to ease the tension he felt. If anything, she was stringing him along to make sure his erection was iron-hard. She lithely spun in the circle of his arms, her body dragging against his as she moved. Her slender arms went around his neck and pulled his head down.
For a moment, he resisted. He didn't like his women to be this aggressive. And he forgot all about the way he usually liked his woman.
This was perfect.
Her lips hungrily sought his. Soft lips crushing against his, they kissed until both were breathless. And even then the woman refused to relent. She parted her lips enough to allow her tongue to dance and dart all over his closed lips. As he opened in response, her tongue surged into the dank oral cavern of his mouth.
Tongue dueling erotically with tongue, they began playing hide and seek. He would stroke along the edge of her tongue with his and find her oral digit vanishing. Chasing it, he would find it lurking just inside the wall of her teeth. He would rake his tongue across her teeth and lightly tease her tongue-tip.
And then he would flee to the safety of his own mouth. As her tongue followed, he changed his tactics a bit.
He sucked hard and trapped her tongue between his lips and teeth. Gently, so as not to injure, he kept her tongue a prisoner between his teeth and then tormented her with just the flickering tip of his own. She pressed harder against his body, her hands working frantically on his back. He could feel the hard points of her nipples thrusting into his chest. For a giddy moment, he feared she might poke holes in his chest. Then he decided it didn't matter.
Nothing mattered as long as he held this seductive creature in his arms.
Her hands began roaming with more purpose. She worked her hands between their tightly clenched bodies and managed to free his belt and pants. He kicked once, twice, and then stepped out of his trouser. Her hand had already found the hard, long cylinder of his prick. Squeezing on it made him gasp in response.
"God, careful! I don't want to come like some teenaged kid getting his first piece of ass. I want to make this last as long as I can!"
"It seems more than long enough for me. A good eight inches, isn't it?" she said, her hand working up and down the entire length. When she found the hairy little bag containing his balls, she lightly bounced the sac on her fingertips.
This was sweet torture to the man. His jism was trapped inside, boiling and steaming and begging for release. His balls lurched and tumbled until he could hardly bear it. And she was teasing his scrotum!
"Careful," he said. "You might get a hot handful of come."
"I'd rather get a mouthful of it!" she cried.
She snaked down his frame and the next thing he knew, his prick was pressing warmly into her lips. She kissed and licked the entire length of his throbbingly virile cock as she went from the bell-shaped head all the way down to his balls.
They had collapsed into a tight, hard sphere dangling under his cock. Her tongue gave feathery caresses to the quivering pouch. He wanted to tell her to stop but this felt too damned good. If he couldn't control himself, then that would have to be the way it was.
Using iron-control and trying to keep the fiery tide of his jism back helped. He was able to enjoy the feel of her hot breath gusting through the tangled mat of his pubic fur and the wet, tormenting tongue as it lightly caressed his balls.
She bounced the entire sac on the tip of her tongue, and then with a quick movement, gulped down his entire scrotum. He gasped at the hot, wet feel of her mouth circling his balls. Her tongue roved ceaselessly all over the wrinkled surface. She batted his balls around until he was jumping from one foot to the other to try to keep from blasting out his precious man-seed.
"Shit, baby, don't do that!" he cried. "I want to bury that fuck-stick in your tight pussy-not to cream in your hair!"
She laughed and this made her take her mouth away from his balls. He took a quick step backward and looked down at the dark-haired woman. Her hair was in wild disarray now. For a moment, he thought she wasn't human. She was simply too beautiful. She had to be one of the mythological succubae come from Hell to tempt him.
If she was from Hell and had come to tempt him, she'd succeeded!
"Get naked," he commanded.
He smiled a little as she hastened to obey him. No arguments. No back talk now. She wanted the same thing he did. Her pussy was quickly exposed and again he almost blew his wad. The sight of her dark bush dotted with gleaming little dewdrops of cunt-juice told him she was as hot to fuck as he was.
"I feel like a bitch in heat," she said. "Why don't you fuck me like a dog."
"A bitch in heat, huh?" he said, as if studying the question. "Yeah, you sure qualify. You're one hell of a bitch! And I'll fuck you till my cock rubs your tonsils!"
She laughed and the sound was pure music to his ears. She dropped to hands and knees and waggled her butt at him in wanton invitation. He looked at the white globes moving in such seductive circles and knew that nothing could keep him from fucking her till they both begged for mercy. His prick would turn into a flaming hot shaft of desire, fucking faster and faster in the tightness of her cunt until he finally exploded like a stick of dynamite.
And what he would do to her!
He dropped down, his hands gripping her slender waist. She made a truly erotic movement, her entire body seeming to shake. He watched around the side of her body as her tits moved back and forth, swaying gently. The nipples were fully erect showing her true arousal. She was ready to fuck like the bitch she was.
"God, Randy, don't just sit there. Do something! I need it! My poor little cunny needs a lot of your hard, hot cock. Give it all to meeeeee!"
She shrieked in pure joy as he rammed his hips forward. She felt his pecker spread her ass-cheeks slightly as it rocketed toward its juicy target. The blunted nosecone of his prick nudged against her cunt-lips for a moment, soaked up some of the lubricant leaking from her steamy interior, and then bored all the way up her anxious fuck slot.
She thought he would tear her apart. She was no fainting virgin. She was a modern girl who took her pleasure when and where she wanted. But this man's prick was huge!
"No, nooo," she moaned softly. "You're too big for me. That swollen prick of yours is tearing me apart inside!"
"You ain't seen nothing yet," he told her. He felt the sweat break out on his forehead. The feel of all that clinging female cunt surrounding his prick was enough to make him come. He fought down the hot, heady tide of his jism as he reveled in the heat of her pussy.
He stirred his prick around inside her cunt, like a spoon in a mixing bowl. The girl felt every single last movement of his cock. The thick head of his glans pressed sensuously against her tight, slowly expanding cunt-walls. The feel of his heavy rod of man-meat pulsing slowly gave her a new cause for arousal. The man's balls wetly slapped against the lips of her pussy. She knew she would get off any second if her labia were stimulated much more. Strangely, though, the thing that finally got her off was his hairy thighs rubbing against her naked ass.
She came-hard.
Her entire body shook like a leaf caught in a high wind. She felt the flush of blood rushing to her breasts and her neck, then gushing up into her brain. Dizzy, spinning, she shoved her ass back into the man's crotch to get even more of that delicious prick up her cunt. Nothing else mattered to her.
"Fuck meeeee!" she demanded. "I've got to have it all. Give it to me fast and hard. But fuck meeeeee!"
He did. He pulled back slowly and she thought her guts would follow his prick out of her pussy. The suction formed by his retreating cock was almost more than she could bear. The tightness of the fit between his prick-head and her cunt-walls was almost perfect. With the copious flood of her fuck oils to make the seal, his removing his cock from her guts was almost as exciting as him ramming into her.
But he didn't linger when the cool air touched the wet sides of his cock. For a moment, he hesitated as if studying what he would do. His plum-tipped cock remained just inside the girl's labia. And then he shoved back, rushing fast and hard into her softly yielding cunt.
"Yes, yes," she cried out. "That's the way I love it. Fuck me good. I need it baaaaad!"
He started fucking her with long, slow, deliberate strokes designed to push both their passions over the breaking point. He felt his balls tighten even more. He fought to hold back the spurt of his come. His prick burned the entire length. He felt her strong, slippery cunt-walls gripping down on him. The effect was like having a hand massage his prick. He loved it and wondered why other women weren't able to do it. At the moment, he didn't care. All that mattered was the smooth fucking of this gorgeous young girl's pussy.
He worked harder at his task as his heart beat faster. He was sweating rivers now and loving it. He reached around her slim waist and began fumbling at her snatch. When he found her tiny clit already erect and pulsing, he knew he could have some real fun with her. He began to diddle her pea-sized clit.
She came. She came again. And again and again and again. It was like riding a bucking bronco. He could hardly hang on to her body as she writhed passionately on the floor. But he managed. His prick never left its tight, wonderful berth deep inside her cunt.
"Yes, yes, yes," she moaned out. "That's it. Give it to me. All of it. And your dong is so huge. I feel like it's splitting me apart all the way to my chin. Do it! Do it!"
He didn't know exactly what she was talking about. Her voice was slurred with the intense arousal she felt. All he wanted to do was plug her tight little cunt hole faster and with more authority. He began pumping his hips harder and felt her pussy suck him in deeper each thrust.
He managed to run one hand down her trembling belly and up one of the dangling boobs. Her nipple throbbed harder and harder as he squeezed on it. Blood hammered into the tit until he wondered if the nipple might not explode under the pressure.
The man didn't get the chance to find out. The dark-haired girl came again and almost tossed him off. He managed to hang in there, his hands holding firmly to her waist.
In this position, he could pull her hips back into his crotch even more forcefully. His own needs were nearly at the point where he couldn't contain them any more. He fucked hard and fast into the tender, soft-walled cunt. He luxuriated in the velvety feel of her pussy convulsing mightily as she came, squeezing and massaging, stroking and tormenting his throbbing cock.
He fucked faster. There came a lewd squishing noise as their bodies smashed together. Rivers of cunt oils leaked out of her pussy and ran down the insides of her snowy white thighs. The man ignored them. The feel of the fuck-juices on his balls was almost enough to make him come.
He fucked still faster. He knew that his hips were taking over. He no longer controlled the tempo of his lovemaking. And it didn't really matter. This was what they both wanted.
And they both got it. His prick spewed forth its lava-hot jism into her sucking, clinging cunt. For a moment, the girl seemed to freeze solid. Then her entire body erupted into a wild frenzy of movement. She hunched back, driving her ass into his groin. They fit together like two pieces of a jigsaw puzzle. She rotated her perky bottom and took even more of his fountaining cock into her cunt.
"Aieeeeeeeee!" she screamed as she came. For a horrifying moment, she thought she had been robbed of all power of speech. The emotions rampaging in her trim, athletic body had been too much for her. But she released the floodgates of her desire and came as his white-hot jizz filled her to overflowing.
They moved together for a moment, then in opposite directions to get the most impact out of the fucking. And then, all too soon for both of them, it was over. His prick melted like a winter icicle left in the summer sun. He dribbled from her pussy amid a flow of his own come and her fuck-sauce.
Anne collapsed forward onto the floor and said, "That was fantastic. I wish we could do it again."
Before Randy could say a word, a cold voice came from the doorway, "I just bet you do. Fucking like rabbits the instant my back is turned. Really!"
CHAPTER FOUR
Amber stood in the doorway, her hands on her womanly hips. She had a look of anger on her face, but it was one that Randy Clark was hard put to define. It looked like anger, but was it really? He couldn't tell.
And then Amber laughed. He knew that she had been putting him on. For some reason, he was relieved. He shouldn't have given a flying fuck what this red-headed girl thought of him. She was just a fellow traveler in this storm of blackness. They'd been trapped in the elevator together and they'd fucked and that was it. He hadn't known her before and he hardly knew her now.
But for some reason, what she thought was important to him.
"Who's this?" asked Anne.
"A friend I met in the elevator," he told her, glancing back at Amber, almost-daring her to contradict him.
"A lover I found in the elevator," she said, moving slowly across the plush office to where the two had been fucking away on the rug. She propped her pert ass against one comer of the desk and looked down at the pair. "I leave you alone for a moment-to go and comfort a poor little girl lost and frightened-and you do this. Really." She clucked her tongue and smiled.
"You know how it is. The lights go out and all bets are off."
"When the game's as interesting as this one," Amber said, giving Anne a once-over, "I can see why."
"I suppose I can make it up to you. It must have been nerve-racking trying to soothe an hysterical woman." Randy wondered at the sly smile on Amber's face when he said that. He wondered what it was he was missing. It must be dynamite, whatever it might be.
"That's okay. I just wish you'd saved me a little of that fine prick. It's all gone."
Randy looked down in surprise at his prick. It was sleeping now, but finished? Hardly!
"After all," Amber went on, "all I see is a penis, not a cock. A penis is for pissing and a cock is for fucking. You couldn't possibly fuck a girl with that."
"I wouldn't say that," said Anne dreamily. "He seemed to do one hell of a fine job before."
"Yeah," said Amber acidly, "before you deflated it. I wanted it all for myself."
"Greedy bitch," said Randy. "But maybe I can do something that will make amends for it. Do you think she would be willing to accept some little token of our esteem, Anne?" He looked at the dark-haired girl and was startled by the sudden feral gleam in the girl's eyes. She obviously got off in a big way on the idea of making it with Amber.
When he looked back at Amber, he was even more startled. She had a look in those vivid green eyes of hers that could only be described as predatory. The redhead wanted more than simple fucking with him, of that he was sure.
It took Randy Clark a couple seconds to adjust to the obvious sexual overtones of the situation. Things were changing faster than he could easily adjust to. He was used to men fucking women. But women wanting women? That was brand-new to him-new and exciting. He didn't want to come out and admit it to these two horny chicks, but the idea of seeing them go after each other turned him on in a big way. How did women make love to one another? It couldn't possibly be like a man fucking a woman.
"Yes," cooed Anne, slowly rising. The movement was a seduction. She didn't move as much as flow. Boneless was the only word Randy could think of to describe her. She flowed over to where Amber sat perched on the edge of the desk.
He could feel the animal electricity flowing. There was only one surprise for him in what followed. When Anne's lips touched Amber's, there wasn't a bright blue spark. He watched full, sensuous lips crush down fully on Amber's thinner ones.
But those lips responded with the same amount of fervor and passion. He watched their delicate throats begin to work and strain. He knew that feminine tongue was dueling with equally feminine tongue. Racing back and forth, from mouth to mouth, they were getting each other turned on to the point where neither could back out.
He decided that he needed to add to the joy of the situation. He lifted Amber's skirt and was only moderately surprised to find that she had taken off her pantyhose. She was totally naked under the skirt.
Her pussy gleamed like copper fire. He could see the sparkling drops of her cunt-juice dotting her bush. He knew then that he couldn't hold back any longer. He slid forward on his knees and buried his face in that glorious bush.
Amber jumped as if someone had rammed a red hot poker into her cunt. But it wasn't pain she felt. It was stark, undiluted pleasure. The wetness of Randy's probing tongue turned her on even more than the juicy kisses Anne placed on her lips. She felt so sinful and sexy that it took her breath totally away.
"Ummm, oh, this is super!" she cried out. "I could stay here like this all night long."
"We will, we will," promised Anne, her mouth moving slowly along the line of Amber's jaw. The redhead didn't know who this dark-haired woman was and she didn't care. The way she used her tongue was heaven. By the time Anne began nibbling gently on her earlobe, Amber was on the brink of orgasm.
What pushed her over wasn't the woman's tongue rimming her ear. It was the thrusting, driving, twisting tongue-fucking given her by Randy. She felt his tongue slither all over her cunt lips, lapping up the overflow from her pussy. When he gently parted her labia and dived down into the well of her pussy, she came.
The feel of his rough, pink tongue whirling around inside her pussy like a berserk tornado was more than enough. But the hotness of his breath gusting through the tangled fur of her pussy-mound turned her on, too. The feel of his nose prodding into her clit sent icy shivers of stark carnal desire blasting up her spine.
Belly tightening, she spread her legs wide so that the man would be able to fully eat her. She didn't want anything down by half-measures now. The feelings rampaging through her were too sweet to miss.
"Eat me! Eat meeeee!" she shrieked. Her entire body lifted off the desk as a climax shattered her world. She rode the kaleidoscopic winds of ecstasy until she was positive that no feeling could be left inside her tender body.
She was wrong.
The instant she felt the dreaminess of post-come settle down on her, Anne's tongue stimulated her ear and licked along the line of her throat. The woman's tongue demanded attention; it demanded arousal. Breath coming faster than ever, Amber responded.
And the tongue fucking her cunt was enough to get her hot again, too. She had never had two people make love to her at the same time. The sheer naughtiness of it gave her new vistas to explore. Her hands went out and stroked over the dangling boobs of the woman so intent on licking down her naked body.
She tweaked the firm little nubbin of nipple until Anne moaned softly. Then Amber shoved down with the palm of her hand and mashed the entire tit flat. She could feel the hard point of the nipple throb and pulse with every excited beat of the woman's heart.
Amber lifted her legs up to drape them over Randy's shoulders. The man's mouth worked miracles on her. He licked along her vulva, worked hard at the edges of her cuntlips, teased her clit, and then ran through the thick pussy fur. The feel of his tongue in her most private places made the girl come again.
"Fuck moooooooore!" she screamed. She hardly knew what she was saying. It didn't matter to her. She had one mouth firmly clamped over her left tit. And not just any mouth. This was another woman's mouth sucking and licking at her nipple. That made it lesbian lovemaking. Again. Just like before with Susan. The illicit thrill of having another woman making love to her set Amber's heart hammering harder and harder.
The obscene sucking and lapping noises from her pussy told her how really excited she was. Her cunt was drooling in the most lewd manner possible-and Randy was slurping all her love oil.
When the lights went out, the morals went down. And Randy and Anne were certainly going down on her now!
She could have died then and there. And when Randy's mouth left her hungry pussy, she almost did. Neglect of her aroused flesh was something she could hardly stand.
Randy said, "My cock's hard again! Who gets it?"
Amber cursed herself for being too slow. The blood pounded like a drum in her head. The tattoo of her pulse rushing through her brain slowed her, "Me!"
Anne was gone in a flash. By the time Amber realized what she had passed up by not claiming Randy's prick for herself, it was too late. Anne pressed Randy down flat onto his back.
Amber wanted to laugh at the sight before her. The man's prick jutted straight up and pointed at the ceiling. Anne dived down and straddled his waist. She grabbed his prick and pulled it toward her widespread cunt-lips. Amber caught her breath and felt nothing but intense desire as she saw the purpled knob on the end of his fuck-stick vanish between Anne's pinkly scalloped inner cunt-lips.
How she wished that was her on the receiving end!
Instead of getting Randy's cock all to herself, she was left alone on top of the desk. No one to eat her pussy, no longer any one sucking at her tits. Alone. And she wasn't going to put up with it!
"Here!" she declared, squatting down over Randy's face. "You forgot something." She jammed her snatch down so that it was well within reach of his thrusting tongue. The man didn't hesitate to give her what she-what they both-wanted.
His tongue started fucking her tiny pussy again, slow, rough strokes turning her into a raving, sex-crazed bitch.
Amber managed to open her eyes and when she did, a thrill of desire such as she had never felt raced through her young body. She kept her skirt hiked up enough so that Randy's face was exposed to her lusty gaze. But it wasn't the sight of his tongue entering her cunt-lips that turned her on the most. The sight of the naked Anne hunching up and down on the stiff rod of Randy's prick did it to her.
She came.
She shivered and shook and threatened to drown Randy with the sudden outpouring of her juices. But the girl didn't care. The sight of the dual fucking really got to her. She began stroking her hands across her own tits, feeling the flesh throb and quiver with desire. Tweaking her own nipples seemed to push her to the brink of orgasm again. But she stopped just short of coming.
She wanted to savor the sexual tensions she felt. She was being treated to the finest porno show imaginable. She was participating in an orgy!
Amber hardly believed this change in her was possible. The electricity goes off and she runs wild. She was normally a sedate, almost shy, girl. She worked at her secretary's job with some diligence, fending off the advances that her lecherous boss made. She knew she was good-looking. She also knew that wild, wanton sex orgies weren't for her. Or she had thought that until this instant She couldn't claim to having been a virgin before the power went off. She enjoyed fucking, but it usually had to be with a man she cared for a great deal. None of that screwing on the first date stuff for her. Sometimes she would go with a man for months before jumping into bed with him.
But tonight was different. Tonight was anonymous somehow. She no longer felt the constraints of civilized, socialized behavior on her. She could live. She could do whatever she wanted.
Lesbian sex was only part of it. Fucking with another man and a woman like she was now proved to be more fun than she could have imagined possible. What she had been missing all those years!
The sight of the lovely red fuck-stick vanishing into Anne's cunt was enough to make Amber come. She saw the shaft vanish one slow inch at a time. The blue-tinged cunt-lips poked out from under the woman's jet-black bush. The bush was dotted with sparkling drops of her cunt oils. As the cock went in, the look on the woman's face changed drastically. It was almost a grimace. There didn't seem to be any pleasure involved at all. But Amber knew that look. It was the look of a woman experiencing the height of desire, of lust, of fucking.
The sight of Randy's prick coming out of that gripping, juicy twat was even more of a turn-on for her. The cock pulled the clutching inner cunt-lips with it. The pinkly rippling pussy-lips gave the head of the cock an obscenely wet kiss as it left.
The cock, purpled head visibly throbbing, was covered with the woman's love oils. Slick and silvery, it paused for only a moment, then Anne's body came back down around it and the fucking was repeated over and over.
Amber turned her gaze upward a little and was surprised at how much she was getting off on the sight of Anne's tits bobbing around in front of her body. She couldn't help herself. She released her own ample tits and reached out to grip Anne's.
The woman's jet-black eyes shot open and a slow, lazy smile crossed her lips. She said, her voice blurred by the force of her self-fucking on Randy's stiff prick, "Go on, honey. Enjoy yourself. It's all for free and what else do we have to do?"
Amber didn't even want to try and answer that. She couldn't get her mind to work right, anyway. All that seemed to matter to her was the tongue worming its way deeper and deeper into her cunt and the smooth, silken flow of the other woman's tits under her fingers.
She squeezed down and was surprised when Anne came. She hardly thought such a simple movement on her part could give such obvious pleasure. She quickly changed her mind about her role in this triple fucking. Everyone could contribute equally.
Amber got to work then in the most pleasurable way possible. She stroked and moved her hands under Anne's tits. The other woman didn't have boobs as large as hers but Amber didn't even notice. The pendulous feel of tit-flesh pressing into the palms of her hands excited her. When she clamped finger and thumb onto the hard points of Anne's nipples, the woman came again.
Then came the moment of inspiration for Amber. She realized she need not have even a minor role in this fucking. She could control it all. All of it!
Anne controlled the pace of the fucking by lifting her body upward and allowing Randy's prick to slip from her humid, clinging interior. And then she would simply relax and let gravity pull her body back down around the thick, impaling spike of his prick. But Amber could speed it up.
And she did. Using her double grip on Anne's boobs, she pressed upward until Anne's body followed. She immediately pushed down, using her grip on the nipples to accentuate the need. Anne found herself fucking faster and faster.
The prick sailed all the way up her cunt and then jerked out as her body began to move in more and more spastic movements. When Amber leaned forward and kissed her, Anne came.
The feel of Anne's tongue flicking lightly against the very tip of hers made Amber even hotter, too. She was rocked forward on her knees, and this gave Randy a new angle to attack her pussy with his tongue. She felt the wet, rough, cock-like tongue working out of her cunt and back to her clit. This was all it required to get her off again.
The ice and iron grip of orgasm clutched harsly at her tender body, shaking her, rattling her teeth together. She clung fiercely to Anne, her fingers leaving ugly red marks on lily-white tit-flesh. But neither of them really noticed that. They were both lost in the wonderland of their individual comes.
"More," begged Anne. "I need more. Fuck faster!"
"You're the one controlling it," said Amber. "But I can help!" She moved the other woman up and down faster. She could smell the friction burning away the fuck juices. She could heard the lewd smucking noises as cock surged all the way up into needy cunt. And the girl felt the other's body tensing just prior to another big come.
Amber wanted to share it. She pressed her lips firmly against Anne's, her tongue driving between clenched lips. She found the other woman's tongue and immediately began caressing and stroking it with her own. The mixing of their salwas was like wine to her. She felt giddy and floating. She could hardly control the emotions running wild throughout her own body.
They both came together. Their worlds seemed to mingle and shatter as one. Never had Amber believed such an experience could exist. And the knowledge that Randy was so close, that his tongue continued to explore her snatch, made it all the more potent.
She trembled and shook all over. Her tits were half in and half out of her dress. She wanted to rip that useless garment from her body and be as gloriously naked as the others were. But to do that would require her taking her hands off the fleshy boobs so wantonly presented to her.
The dilemma wasn't resolved. She finally decided, her lust-dazed mind working slowly on the problem, that everything was getting along just fine as it was.
That Randy was totally covered by her skirt now hardly entered into the picture. She couldn't see his tongue parting her pink, puffy cunt-lips. She didn't have to. She could feel every slithery move he made. His hot breath aroused her naked cuntal flesh and sent hot flashes of carnal lightning all the way up into her belly.
And then Anne shrieked. She stiffened all over and arched her back, driving her cunt down around Randy's meaty, massive cock. When the woman relaxed, Amber realized that Randy had come. The tiny white river of gooey sperm leaking from Anne's still-convulsing cunt told the story.
She had lost out again.
Or had she?
She quickly pushed Anne flat onto her back. The woman was still too dazed from the come to protest. Lying full length on top of Randy, Amber quickly applied her mouth to Anne's flowing gash. Sucking, licking, lapping, she got mouthful after mouthful of come and cunt-juice. And Randy's eager tongue continued to lash and tease and toy with her cunt-lips.
She came a couple of times, but the whole thing was somewhat distant for her. She was lost in her own world of desire, wanting
Randy's stiff, fucking cock up her pussy more than anything else in the world.
And she would get it. She knew she would! Anything was possible when the lights went out.
CHAPTER FIVE
Susan Hansen tried to get to sleep. The warm glow left over from her session with Amber still amazed her. She didn't consider the idea of making it with another woman to be evil, but it had been totally unexpected tonight. The girl recognized the pressures on her. She had been trapped in the elevator and that had spooked her. The idea of being so helpless had panicked her totally.
No one could know the cold, clutching fear she had felt when the elevator's brakes had failed. Every sick crunch of metal and the smoldering slide of the elevator down to the basement had been like a nail driven into her coffin. She had been terrified.
The rescue had been so sudden she had no time to adjust to the fact her life was no longer in danger. Everything had come crashing in her. The idea of the entire city being blacked out affected her, too. There were others out there, trapped as she had been, perhaps not as lucky. Death and destruction and all on the same night.
She turned over on the sofa and stretched her long, lithe legs. She sighed, remembering what it had been like having Amber's pussy pulled so close to her lips. She licked her lips again and tasted the salty tang of woman-wine. It had been good. No, it had been great.
Susan knew she was safe now but her mind refused to let loose of the panic. If only she could sleep. The lovemaking with Amber had relaxed her. Now all she needed was the sweet release of some real sleep.
Instead of sleep, she stared upward at the ceiling. The entire building was empty. She and the others on this floor might be the only ones left in the huge structure. That thought didn't console her any. Silently, she got up off the sofa and went to a window to look out over the city.
The lights usually cheered her. There was something sexy about seeing the lights twinkle on and off in the night. The atmosphere sometimes blurred over with smog, but she could live with that for the joy of seeing the lights. They were like old friends. And like all things mortal, they had died. They no longer comforted her when she needed them the most. If anything, their passing had caused all her troubles.
She had seldom felt more alone in the world than she did now. There wasn't anywhere she could go. The streets would be like a jungle down below. Looters would be out stealing whatever they could carry off, killing anyone who got in the way. Perhaps the police were shooting and trying to stop them. She doubted it. The cops were so ineffectual. They didn't do anything to prevent crime. That was too dangerous. They would much rather investigate long after the crime had been committed.
A tiny noise startled Susan. She spun and peered into the gloom of the office. "Who's there?" she demanded. No answer. She took a step toward the distant door, then paused. She remembered she was stark naked. Why bother dressing after the lovemaking with Amber? There hadn't seemed to be any reason so she had simply lain down on the couch to try to sleep.
Now her nakedness mocked her. She was vulnerable, alone, at the mercy of whoever it was sneaking through the office.
"Who's there?" she repeated. She inched toward the sofa and her clothes. She had some crazy idea that dressing would ward off the dangers now closing in on her.
Another slight noise. Nothing much but enough to tell the girl that she wasn't merely imagining things. Someone was in the room with her. And that someone didn't want to be detected. She worked her way around the edge of the room until she came to the light switch.
"Show yourself!" she cried, her fingers working at the light switch. As she turned it on and off, her mind refused to believe that the lights would not come on. They always did. All her life the lights had sprung into life at her back and call. Not now. The power was off and the lights were dead.
A snigger sounded to her left. Panicky, she turned and faced that direction. Only a gathering of shadows could be seen. And it moved slowly toward her. Backing away, she stumbled over a chair and tumbled to the floor. Before she could get to her feet, the shadow rushed her.
Strong hands gripped at her arms. She fought and flailed out, screaming, "Leave me alone! Go away!"
A meaty fist hit her on the side of her head, dazing her. She slumped back to the floor, limp as a rag doll. Again came the snigger, awful and menacing.
A voice sounded this time. "You're beautiful. Too beautiful to be allowed to stay here alone. Don't you want a man, a real man? A man like me. I'm rich, I tell you, rich and powerful. I can give a beautiful girl all she wants."
Hands stroked obscenely over her body. She struggled to escape the grip. She failed. She was too dazed to really move. The blow to her head had robbed her of all her will.
She simply lay there like a dog. The man towered above her, his face cloaked in darkness. She couldn't even make out what shape his body was. Everything seemed indistinct, anonymous. As sudden as a bolt of lightning in the twilight, she realized she was going to be raped if she didn't do something.
The blonde girl kicked out and caught the man at the knees. She pressed her advantage and kicked again. The shadowy shape went down in a pile and she managed to slip away. Her feet back under her, she bolted for the door.
Heavy panting and grunting came from behind her. She ran faster down the deserted hall. Susan wondered where the others were. There was Amber and Randy and Marty Reinhardt and even that odious Harrison Salter around somewhere. But where?
She turned and looked behind her. The man following neared. She darted and ducked under his groping arms.
"Don't be that way. I'm rich! I did it all myself. You're going to like fucking with me. I promise. A nice young blonde girl like you will love it. I'll even give you money."
The words drove into her brain like heated spikes. She felt each and every one as a blow against her. The man considered her nothing more than a cheap whore. He was going to rape her and use her and then leave her. He might even kill her. The idea that, with the lights out, no one would know what was being done developed a brand-new meaning for her.
It wasn't only sexual matters that changed. Some people might change totally. Enough to kill.
Hands gripped at her boobs. Sweaty as she was, she managed to slip free. As she started to scream, a hand closed on her mouth again. The blond girl bit down as hard as she could. The girl felt herself being lifted up and off the ground. No longer touching the floor, she was dumped helpless into a nearby office.
She fell heavily, her stomach pressing into the back of a chair. She was totally bent over it, her ass poking up into the air. Susan gasped for breath and it eluded her. She felt her hands being pulled behind her back and lashed firmly with the man's belt.
"Let's go back into the other office. I want to make sure my little pigeon doesn't try flying the coop again."
He picked her up like a sack of potatoes. He carried her down the empty hallway. The entire way she wondered where the others were. Maybe this was just a horrible joke on her. Maybe they were all sitting in one of the offices and watching and laughing at her fright.
As they entered the office in which she and Amber had fucked, the girl knew that wasn't the way it was at all. This was for real. This man intended to rape her, no matter what she could do to stop him.
"Please, mister, don't do this to me. I... I've never done anything to you. Why hurt me?"
"I'm not going to hurt you," the shadow figure puffed. "This is going to be fun. Lots of fun. Don't tell me you young hussies don't put out for any stud who comes along. You always ignored the-likes of me because I was never handsome or suave enough. But now I've got money. All you cunts like money, don't you?"
He dropped her across another chair. She felt the air whoosing from her lungs. By the time she was able to breath normally again, he had found her clothes and was binding her to the chair. She remained bent double over the straight-backed chair. Her legs were securely fastened with strips of her blouse to either of the chair legs. She managed to lift her body upward.
He shoved her back down and snapped, "Don't struggle, damn you. You cunts are all prick teasers. You flaunt your tits and wiggle your ass and then when a guy goes for it, you turn him off. All you bitches deserve anything you get!"
"Mister, I don't know you," she pleaded. "Don't hurt me. Don't kill me, please!"
Never had panic reigned more supreme inside the young girl's body. She was totally helpless and at the man's mercy-and she doubted there was any mercy in him. A dim figure, anonymous, coming out of the darkness, he could do whatever he wanted to her and who would ever know? She could not even identify him.
She tensed her muscles and immediately began straining against the bonds on her ankles. Hope surged. She felt the cloth beginning to tear. She kept at it while the man made lewd noises as he played with her panties and pantyhose.
As he approached her again, Susan jerked hard and her legs came free. Kicking back, she connected with his shins. She plunged forward, toppling the chair. For a brief instant, she thought she would be able to escape. Then one foot tangled in the shreds of her blouse. It held her to the chair leg long enough for the man to recover.
Snarling, he grabbed her roughly and shook her like a dog might shake a trapped rat. She felt her teeth rattling and panic momentarily blacked her out. Susan wasn't the kind to faint, but she did now.
"This should hold you, you dumb bitch. You don't know what you're passing up, trying to escape like that."
She opened her eyes and almost died of fright. The man had opened the window in the office and shoved her through it. She felt the cold ledge cutting into her belly. Her legs were still inside the office but nothing but thirty seven stories of emptiness yawned beneath her. If he decided, he could simply toss her out the window.
The girl tried to hunker down and creep back into the room. The man stopped her. His hand resting on her ass promised that she would receive more torment if she didn't stop struggling.
Through the glass, she heard him say, "Go on and scream all you want. Nobody's going to hear you from up here. And the windows seem to be adequately sound-proofed. None of the others will come to your aid. You are helpless, girl, totally helpless."
She could see the darkened city stretching out in front of her. It almost seemed to beckon to her. She closed her eyes at the thought of falling all those stories to her death. Then she knew that there might be something worse than simply dying.
The man moved close to her and rammed his cock between her ass-cheeks.
"All my life I've wanted to do this," he groaned. "But none of you prick-teasing chicks would ever let me. You always said I was too ugly. Now I'm rich and I can do anything a rich man can do. And I want to fuck the crap out of you!"
She was crying openly at the humiliation. His belt still tied her hands firmly behind her back. Every thrust of his prick into her cunt knocked her forward into the window sill. She felt in dire need of something to grab hold of. She might plunge to her death at any instant.
"Stop it!"
"Hardly," he laughed. "This is too nice. And that pussy of yours is too tight. This is fun!"
He began fucking her with faster and faster strokes. She tried to take him into her body without cringing. The girl worried that any movement at all on her part might toss her out into the yawning abyss between the buildings. She would go to her death, the last thought in her head being that she had been raped.
Even fear couldn't erase all her body's reactions. The heavy battering ram of cock-flesh entering her warmed her pussy. At first there was intense friction as his unlubricated prick dragged along her cunt-walls. The feel of a man's prick lit the fires inside her. She began to juice up a little. The feel of fucking cock sliding in and out faster and faster soon made her pussy into the liquid bog it always became during a real fucking.
"You like it, don't you, cunt? Of course you do. All you stupid sluts love it when a rich man fucks you. You get a feeling of power out of being wrapped all around a rich man's dork. Admit it!"
She swallowed hard. The girl was too confused and frightened to be able to speak. All she knew was the death awaiting her if she slipped and the wondrous feeling of the man's prick fucking her. She hated herself for responding to that fucking. To be raped was bad, but to want it like she was doing was even worse!
Her body responded exactly the way it always did to the sensuous feel of a man's thick cock driving deeply into her pussy. She felt her cunt-walls begin to massage and squeeze erotically on the hidden prick. No matter it was a man raping her. No matter that the man might actually kill her of she didn't pleasure him enough. She was responding. And she came.
The muscular contractions of orgasm smashed through her tender body until she was sure it would cause her to fall. Somehow, in a way she didn't really want to examine, the fear of dying added sexual zest to the come.
"You love my prick, don't you, cunt?" the man demanded. His huge cock split her cunt lips wide open and plunged repeatedly into her tightly held interior. His hands rested lightly on her ass-cheeks, then gripped with frantic fury.
She felt her ass-flesh flow like putty under that grip. The red welts from where he grabbed her ass hurt like hell. But the girl was lost in the sensations of the fucking. No matter that he pulled her ass-cheeks apart as he fucked her. The feelings inside were what mattered the most to her. She came again.
Tensing up, she could feel the contours of his cock perfectly. The girl wondered if this might not be the last time she felt a man's prick in her. It would be so easy of him to dispose of her after he had finished. All he had to do was open the window a little bit and grab her ankles. A tiny tug and she would be through the window and on her way down to death on the pavement below.
The thick head of his prick poked against her pussy-lips and then surged far into her belly. The bell-shaped head perched on the end of his fuck stick spread her pussy wide. She felt as if he might be tearing her apart inside until she realized it was fear that made her cunt seem smaller than usual. She luxuriated in the warmth of his prick as it pistoned back and forth inside her. And the big blue vein on the top of his cock pulsed with life.
How could such a wonderous thing as fucking be turned into a perverted nightmare? She swallowed hard, her mouth dry, and peered down into the abyss below.
And then she felt the sweet surge of his come jetting into her cunt. He whitewashed her down with his sperm. She felt his prick begin to melt inside her cunt. When it dribbled out, she felt renewed fear. What would he do with her now?
She didn't have long to wait for the answer. A bull roar came from inside the office. "That wasn't good enough! You bitch! You slimy cunt! You milked my cock so you wouldn't have to let me fuck you any more!"
She wanted to argue with the logic of that, but words still jumbled up in her throat. Susan realized in a dim way that anything she said would be wrong. She couldn't possibly please this demented man. He was intent on raping her and nothing else.
The window was raised and she simply knew he was going to toss her out. She slipped a little bit and felt the cold lump of fear inside her belly. And then she was sliding painfully across the window sill-being pulled back into the office.
"Thank you, mister, thank you," she sobbed. "I'm so grateful! I... I'll do anything you want. Anything!"
"Of course you will," he said coldly. "I am your master and I command you to suck my cock!"
She tried to get a good look at the man then. When he realized what she was doing, he hit her. It was only an openhanded slap across her cheek but it stung like fire and knocked her sprawling. The man swarmed all over her. In less than a minute, he had wrapped her pantyhose around her eyes enough times to effectively blindfold her. No matter how she strained now, she would never be able to tell who this man was.
"Now, bitch, suck my cock."
Susan was sobbing again. She didn't know what he wanted from her. It had to be more than a simple blow-job. If he would only leave her alone, she would gladly give him head.
"Suck, damn you, suck!"
"Where are you?" she asked. "I'm blind. I can't even tell what direction you're in."
"Come and find me. And if you don't..." The words carried a menace that sparked even more fear in the young girl's heart. She felt her pulse accelerating again. Her tits heaved up and down and more and more blood pounded into them. It was the same as sexual arousal and the man mistook her fear for that.
"You love this little game, don't you? Well, come to your rich sugar daddy. I've got all the money you'll ever need. And I'll share it with you-if you suck my cock!"
She was hampered in her movements by the belt binding her wrists behind her back. The stockings on her eyes kept her from seeing even dim outlines in the office. All she had to go on was the sound of his voice. He moved a little to one side and she tried to follow, walking clumsily on her knees.
"More. Come a bit more to the right, my little slave. My, my, how helpless you are tied like that. And blind! Why you'll never know what you're sucking on."
She felt something shoved against her lips. She tried to take it into her mouth when a metallic tang assailed her taste buds. The girl almost gagged. He had shoved a stapler into her mouth.
"You don't like that, huh? Try this. It's a bit warmer."
Hesitantly, she sucked and found the man had shoved one of his fingers into her mouth. This was all right. While it wasn't anything as exciting as a prick, it wasn't anything disgusting either. She sucked and found herself being led around like a dog on a leash.
"Now for my cock," he said.
She moved forward just a little and banged into the wall. The cool breeze against her face told her he had led her back to the window. While she was in no danger of falling out, the thought wouldn't leave her mind: she could be cast out that window any time he wanted.
"No, no! I don't want to die!"
"Then give me head! Now!"
A strong hand grabbed a handful of her blond hair and pulled her blind face into a smelly crotch.
"Suck!" he repeated.
Her lips dragged over the limp prick. She hesitantly shot out her tongue and cradled the flaccid organ. Bouncing it around a little, she was finally able to tease it into her mouth. The taste of jizz was strong, but so was the taste of her own fuck-juices. This aroused the girl more than she cared to think about.
At least she was able to take her mind off the fact that the man had total power over her. He could kill her as easily as force her to suck him stiff again.
Her tongue looped around the limp cock and began a slow, rhythmic motion against it. She heard the man moan softly and knew she was giving him enough to keep him happy. When she began to suck on his cock, he groaned even louder. She felt his prick begin to stiffen. The girl hardly thought it was possible that he could get another erection so soon after coming up her cunt-hole.
But he did.
Soon, she had a mouthful of erection. Licking and stroking all over the bulbous knob made the man jump around. When his hand pulled her face forcefully into his crotch, she was almost ready for it. The rubbery tip of his prick bounced off the roof of her mouth and shot down into her throat.
She almost gagged. Almost. She was no Linda Lovelace but she could take a man's cock. And she did.
The cock throbbed and pulsed hard in the tight berth of her throat. Every time she swallowed, her Adam's apple would bob and stimulate the most sensitive portion of the man's prick. She finally ran out of air and tried to back away from his cock. He refused to let her leave. She panicked. She was suffocating, the cock preventing the flow of air.
Finally, when he decided he wanted to let her go, she moved away. Panting harshly, she managed to get air flowing into her chest again. She knew her tits were heaving, probably giving the man an exciting sight.
It no longer mattered. Nothing mattered to her. She was used, degraded, abused. He could do anything to her and it wouldn't matter.
"Bitch," he said.
And then he did something which proved how wrong she was. He came in her face. The hot spunk spattered into her lips and cheeks and then the spurting hose of cock was aimed higher. The sticky white jism went into her lustrous blond hair.
He shoved her to the floor and walked off. She began to cry, humiliated, forced to suck on him, his come in her hair.
CHAPTER SIX
"I'm about worn out. You two are fantastic," Randy sighed. He looked up and saw Anne still straddling his dead cock. Never had he imagined it possible to be so tired from fucking. And it was a good feeling, one which he wouldn't soon forget.
He licked his lips again to clear them of the cunt-juices left there by Amber's pussy. Eating a woman out while another fucked herself on his prick was a brand-new thing for Randy. And he wished it were possible for him to repeat the experience right now. The limpness of his cock belied that fond hope, though.
Still, the two women were more than willing to keep going. They were curled up with each other on the desk top. He figured the possible thrill of falling off the desk while they passionately ate each other more than offset the discomfort of having nothing but hard wood under their pliant, fleshy bodies.
He stood and propped himself against the back of one of the chairs to get a better view of the hot and heavy action. The blur of red and black hair on the desk made him a little dizzy. They were really going at it. Amber's coppery-haired head was firmly buried between Anne's slender thighs. He could see her eager tongue lapping up the frothy love-juices leaking from between the pursed, slightly puffy labia. Anne's entire labia were getting the workout of her life.
Not that she wasn't giving Amber lick for lick in return. He moved around a little and saw Anne's darting tongue part the pinkly scalloped cunt-lips and plunge into the well of desire behind. He wished his prick would come alive again. He wanted nothing more than to sink balls deep in Anne's pussy again.
Or Amber's.
Or both!
That would be living, to have both of the women at the same time, to fuck them both equally. He closed his eyes and let the noises of the oral sex fill his mind. To stuff his prick in first one then the other of their equally tight and hot cunts turned him on. The fantasy seemed to run in slow motion in his head. It was like some porno movie running out of synch.
He could see the way he would work it. Not just having them lie side by side. That wouldn't keep either of those two oversexed bitches happy for an instant. Even the promise of his long, hard cock wouldn't do that. No, he would have one lying atop the other. Their tits would mash down firmly into each other. He could mentally see the way those ample boobs would flow under the pressure of womanly body on womanly body.
Nipple to nipple they would lie. The slightest movement on either of their parts would stimulate the other. And he would make sure their legs were spread wide open. He wouldn't care if they kissed each other or simply licked and sucked ears and tongues and lips. Whatever they wanted.
His joy would come from making a sandwich out of the top woman. Her pussy would be the first he would enter. But he wouldn't really fuck her. He would tantalize her, a few swift strokes and then slip out to stuff himself all the way up the bottom cunt. A few strokes here would get the one on the bottom hot to fuck-and then he would go back to the first pussy and fuck a few more times. Maybe ten or so strokes before leaving it with a wet, sucking plop. And back to the bottom cunt for a few more strokes.
He wondered how long he could keep up such a fucking. The way he felt now, not too long. But given time, and a little practice, he would make it so that all three of them got off on it in a big way.
He looked down at his prick and silently cursed. He had hoped all the lascivious thoughts he had been thinking would put some lead back into it. His cock stayed as dead as before.
"Damn you!" he said, wanting to bang his prick against the desk where the two women were still noisily, eagerly, eating one another. "Why can't you obey me for a change?"
Randy didn't hear the door of the office open but he did hear the startled gasp that followed. And there was no mistaking the, "Jesus fucking Christ, what is this?"
He turned to see a man dressed in a night watchman's uniform filling the door. The man was huge and the look on his face could only be described as that of a small boy who was turned loose in a candy store.
"Hi," said Randy, surprised at his lack of embarrassment at being caught naked and in the presence of two avidly fucking women.
"This is our little answer to conquer the boredom of a power blackout."
"Shit," the watchman said. "No wonder there's always a big increase in babies nine months after one of these power outtages."
"We're careful. Can't say anything would come of that kind of action, now would it?" He nodded toward the desk where Anne and Amber licked and lapped at each other's pussies while their hands explored the humid cracks of each other's asses.
"Shit, no. But that seems like such a waste."
"How do you mean?" Randy asked.
"Two women and us just standing here."
Randy glanced at the watchman's crotch and saw the huge bulge there. For a second, he envied the man, then remembered back to all the action he had already gotten. Let the watchman get a piece. There was still going to be plenty to go around. Talk about a renewable resource!
"You're right, but look, I'm sort of the doorman for this orgy. We don't let just any stranger in."
The crestfallen look on the watchman's face made Randy want to laugh, but he kept as serious an expression on his face as possible. "What's your name, stranger?"
"Tom Larson. I managed to work my way up from the tenth floor looking for people. You're the first I've found, oh, sweet Jesus, you're really the first!"
"Good, Tom. Since I know your name, that means you're no longer a stranger, right?"
"Huh?"
"Join 'em!"
Randy did laugh when the man stripped down in a hurry. He hardly seemed to know what to take off first. He finally calmed down a little, got his gun belt off, then his shoes and the rest of his clothes followed in proper order.
"Ready or not, here I come!"
"Not so soon!" complained Amber, looking up and seeing the strange man jumping into the midst of their erotic pile of arms and legs and pussies. She quickly moved down the man's body until she found a sturdy leg. She pulled this close to her and then worked up till she came to his rigid, pulsating prick.
"Ummm, goodies!" she cried. Her tongue began working on the man's cock and balls. In short order, the tight little bag containing his balls was trembling with suppressed desire. She took the entire sac into her mouth and gently gnawed on it. She could feel the nuts tumbling and lurching in the thick stew inside.
"God, I... I can't hang on too much longer. Be careful, will you?" the man asked, having to disengage his mouth from Anne's demanding lips.
Amber reluctantly left her post and stood beside the desk to look down on Tom and Anne. They seemed to flow together, spinning around until Anne's legs were high up in the air, her pussy widely exposed to Tom's driving prick.
Amber watched the purpled knob on the end of the man's fuck stick vanish into the humid depths of the woman's cunt. The look of sheer bliss on Anne's face told her that she wasn't going to be able to share Tom's cock. Nothing in the world would make Anne give up that long, stiff pecker now.
The hairy ass began to pump in and out with the age-old rhythm of a man fucking a woman. Amber sighed and turned to Randy, who watched the couple fucking with obvious interest.
"You like being a voyeur?" she asked nastily.
"There, there, did they screw you out of their little fuck-fest? Poor baby." He pulled her close and planted a big, juicy kiss on her lips. The rather adolescent kiss turned into a more adult one, her tongue forcing its way into his mouth. He trapped it with his lips and began to suck on her tongue.
Using just the tip of his organ, he teased and tormented her until they were both panting for breath. He finally allowed her to escape his clutches.
"God, man, you're something else."
"And so are you," he told her, looking down at her trembling tits. They looked like jello on a plate during an earthquake. Her arousal was made even more obvious by the way she wrapped her legs around one of his, rubbing her snatch up and down on the top of his thigh. He could feel the dampness leaking from inside her body.
"Want to watch some more? This is really the first time I've ever seen a couple fucking, live action, me in the same room."
Amber glanced over her shoulder and said, "Naw. That's getting your kicks second-hand. I prefer more intimate methods."
For a moment her green eyes bored into his, a communication flowing between them more comprehensive than words ever could be. He knew what she wanted and he knew he would love doing it to her.
"You always play so hard to get," he said.
"I bet if I really tried to fuck you, you'd run like hell. Wouldn't you?" he prompted.
She didn't answer directly. Instead, she twisted free of his grip and turned and bolted. For a moment, he stood watching her firm, young form race out the door. He saw her tits swinging in the most seductive manner possible. And then he was after her.
She laughed and mocked him from far down the corridor outside the office where Tom and Anne still fucked like rabbits. But Randy didn't think about them. He was more intent on catching Amber. He ran on light feet down the hall and came to the door through which she had ducked.
The redhead tried to get by him and back into the hall. Strong hands grabbed her arm, slipped, and ended up groping for her ass. Hanging on to that swaying globe of ass-flesh was too much. She slipped away from him. But the mere act of chasing her was turning him on. The physical exertion was pumping blood faster through his veins-and he was getting his hard-on back.
The sight of his cock half-erect slowed the girl down just at the right time. He managed to tackle her. They went to the floor in a pile of flailing arms and legs. Laughing he managed to pull her up and over his lap.
"Bitch!" he cried, laughing at her. "You should know better than to try to escape."
"You animal," she yelled. "I bet you're going to spank my ass! Don't do it! Anything but that!" And to make sure he did spank her, she wiggled her butt enough to get it into position for him.
She yelped as his hand rose and fell heavily on her naked rump. He repeated the motion several times, his hand beginning to smart under the impact. She moaned constantly, but the moans were of pleasure and not pain. The man stopped for a moment to rest his hand and to look at his handiwork. He became fascinated with the red welts crisscrossing Amber's ass.
It looked like a checkerboard. And as he stroked over it with the flat of his hand, he could feel the sexual heat boiling from her flesh. The idea that this was turning them both on even more than before fascinated him. He didn't understand what it was about spanking a naked woman that should get either of them excited.
But it did and he wasn't going to argue with the feeling of virile life coming from his cock.
"No, no," she moaned. "Don't do it any more. I beg you, don't spank me anymore."
She scooted a little across his lap to make sure that he didn't misinterpret what she was saying. She was saying "no" and meaning "Yes!"
"I stop only when I decide to, bitch!" he cried. And he continued spanking her with his hand until he felt his muscles tiring. The girl, however, seemed willing to keep going for hours like this. He felt the tiny flood of lubricants from her cunt dribbling down onto his leg. And the pressure of his cock against her belly was almost more than he could stand. He had to sink that needy spike of man-meat into her clutching warmth or he would waste the erection.
Unceremoniously, he dumped her onto the floor and announced, "I think I'm tired of you. I can't imagine wanting to continue whipping that impudent ass of yours."
For a stark instant, Amber was horrified that the man might mean what he said. She felt the heat from the spanking seeping into her guts, warming her in many ways. Her pussy was overflowing with desire now. And her entire butt was on fire. To leave her like this now would drive her out of her mind with lust!
"No, please! Isn't there anything you want from me?" She came to her hands and knees, like an animal, and waggled her ass enough so that he would have to be tempted.
She smiled when she saw the way his cock bucked and danced in front of his groin. He was only playacting like she was. He had threatened to abandon her in this condition to see how she would respond. The girl almost came when he moved a little closer to her and said, "Perhaps I see something I want."
He dropped down behind her and snuggled up close. She shivered in outrageous desire for his prick. When the meaty cylinder prodded between the thick slabs of her ass-meat, she did come. The girl screamed out her lust and shook all over. The feel of his hands on her flanks, stroking and stimulating here to even-higher levels of orgasm, thrilled her.
For the first time, she realized that a lot of fucking was purely mental. She wasn't getting his prick shoved up her cunt hard and fast. The merest of touches was all that had been needed to set her off. She had been anticipating. The spanking had primed her for the fucking and the promise of his cock was all she needed to come.
The girl felt the sexual tensions mounting in her belly again. The come she had experienced was only the first of many-and perhaps the least.
"Oh, sweet God, fuck me. I need that powerful dong inside me and fucking the shit out of meeeee!"
She shoved her ass backward to let him know she truly meant this. This was no lie. She wanted his cock buried all the way up her cunt, fucking her until she split apart all the way to the chin. This was what his spanking had set off inside her: stark sexual need.
"No," he said.
"What?" Panic again. "You can't do this to me!"
She shuddered under the impact of his prick sailing all the way up into her superheated, juicy twat. The feel of his cock spreading apart her tight cunt-walls was almost enough to bring her off again. Almost. She sobbed out loud, not caring if he knew of her intense passion for him or not.
"That's it! Fuck me now. Ride me, ride me as hard as you can!"
He stroked back and forth a few times and then slid his prick entirely from her cunt. She felt deserted, alone, unfulfilled. She couldn't believe that he wouldn't keep fucking her once he had started. But he had pulled free of her cunt and there wasn't the hot, hard rod of cock-flesh inside her that she needed to keep from going out of her mind.
"Please," she begged piteously. "I need it! I need you!"
"Very well. You asked me to fuck the shit out of you. I shall do so. Now!"
She felt his cunt-juice-soaked prick drive down into the humid canyon between her ass-cheeks. For a moment, she didn't know what he was doing. Then she felt the blunted head of his prick poke against the tight ring of her anal sphincter. Her entire body tensed up even more. She was a virgin up the ass. He couldn't possibly want to fuck her up her tightest passage.
And yet the pressure she felt against that little ring of muscle told her this was exactly what the man was going to do.
"No," she begged, "don't do it. You'll rip me apart inside. You're too damned big for my ass-hole!"
Her words spurred him to thrust even harder against her ass-hole. She moaned in pain as she felt her anus losing the fight. He didn't ram into her with no care about her comfort, yet she hurt. She hurt badly.
"Please don't do this to me!"
She tried to get away from him. She crawled away and he followed her. When his hands came around and held onto her waist, she was firmly trapped and unable to move any way except back against his crotch-and that meant taking his prick up her ass-hole.
She felt her anus slowly widening to take his huge prick. She knew he would tear her to bloody ribbons if he managed to fuck her up the ass. He was as large as a telephone pole. And he felt even larger. No matter that he had taken the time to lubricate his prick. He was too big to fit into her back door.
With a surge, he had his entire glans inside the "O" ring of her ass. She felt a blast of pain that rattled her teeth. This couldn't be happening to her. She loved it when he had spanked her. The feelings in her body lit hidden fires and made every single nerve in her body sing a song of carnal delight.
But this!
She cried openly now. The pain lanced through her belly and into her guts. She couldn't take his prick. He was too big for her. And then he went balls deep into her ass. She almost fell forward onto her face with the shock of his cock spreading and stretching her most delicate inner membrane.
"You're tearing me upppppp!"
But he didn't immediately keep fucking. He held his position, cock hidden all the way up her ass-hole, for a long minute. This allowed her young, resilient flesh to stretch and expand to take the huge girth of his prick. She moaned softly during this time but to her surprise she found her body accommodating his monstrous cock.
"It... it doesn't hurt so bad now," she admitted. The tears continued to pour down her cheeks, leaving behind salty trails. She didn't even notice them. The warmth of his prick was doing strange things to her now. The feel of his hairy upper thighs pressing into her well-spanked butt excited her. The heat and heavy flesh of his cock bucking around passionately in her tightest passage turned her on more than she cared to admit, too.
She was approaching the brink of orgasm. From pain she was getting intense pleasure.
"Now," he said, "if you want me to keep going.. . "
"Fuck me," she cried. "Butt-fuck me till I can't take it anymore. Never mind what I said before. I need you!"
He laughed and she felt a sudden surge of anger at that. He quickly drove all thought of that from her mind. She thought her guts were being pulled out of her body by the slow retreat of his prick. The suction formed between his prick and her ass-hole was almost perfect.
There came a lewd sucking noise and intense relief for the young girl. She almost panted in joy at the emptiness in her guts. But her relief was short lived. He shoved his prick back into her hot hole. The entire ring of her anus felt the friction and burned as if acid had been dripped on her flesh.
"Don't! No more! I can't take itttttt!"
But she did. And she began to like the feel of the cock entering her up the back. The feelings boiling in her body were so different from having her cunt fucked that she was still confused. But confused and pleasured by the ponderous weight of the cock. The man fucked with slow, deliberate strokes. Her body's smallest hole expanded to take his huge shaft.
And then she came. It was almost a surprise for her. She had felt the sexual desires mounting inside her but to come this fast took her unprepared. She shivered and shook and reveled in the feel of his prick butt fucking her.
"Yes, yes, yesssss!" she whined. "Give it all to me. Fast. Hard. But give it to meeeeee!"
She started ramming her butt back into the curve of his groin. Her ass fit into the concave area as if it were a piece of a jigsaw puzzle. And his prick filled to overflowing her entire ass. She tensed and relaxed the thick slabs of her ass-cheks. He grunted as she did and she knew that she could give him the same sort of sweet torture he was giving her.
The fiery redhead began shoving her hips back to ram the cock even deeper into her body. And as she did so, she tensed those globes of ass-meat around his prick. The man was grunting and moaning with desire now. She could feel the cock hidden so far up her shit chute begin to quiver like a racehorse in a starting gate. It wouldn't be much longer before his prick split apart and spewed out its precious load of come.
The girl wasn't content with torturing him in this fashion. She knew that there had to be other ways of pushing both their passions to the breaking point. Tensing and relaxing her insides helped. She could grip down on the full length of his throbbingly alive prick. Trapping it inside her kept him stationary for almost a full minute. Only intense pressure from his cock forced her to allow it to slip free.
She finally found the one thing that he couldn't resist. Lifting her left leg, she managed to curl it around behind the man's ass. Her toes fit perfectly into his hairy crack. This not only made sure he would stay very close to her, it tightened the already tiny ass-hole.
"Shit, baby, your ass-hole feels like a hangman's noose around my pecker. How do you do it?"
"Shut up and fuck, dammit. I need you. I need you!"
His hips began to obey his carnal needs rather than his brain then. No longer in control of his own body, the man simply slipped into a limbo where he could enjoy everything and had to think about nothing but his own pleasure.
Hips pumping wildly, he fucked into the tightness of her ass-hole until they were both screaming and crying out in ecstasy. The way her leg circled his body kept them from flopping apart like two fish out of water.
She finally came. And when she did it set off a chain reaction. He felt her entire ass-hole collapse around his prick. For a moment, he thought she would crush him flat. And then it didn't matter. Thought was no longer possible.
His cock exploded like a stick of dynamite. He thought he had shoved his pecker into a guillotine. But he didn't care. Let it be chopped off by the incredible pressure of her ass-hole crushing down like a mine cave-in. He would go happy!
He creamed and gave her the sexiest enema ever. For a long time after they had both gotten off, he held the position. Then his prick slipped from her clinging ass-hole.
Amber fell forward onto the floor, cradling her head with her forearms. Her ass-hole burned like a million fire ants had been gnawing at her tender flesh. But she didn't care. She had a warm glow inside such as she had never felt before. She had been a virgin up the ass and was one no longer.
And she couldn't think of a happier state to be in now.
CHAPTER SEVEN
For a long time after they'd screwed, they simply lay there in the dark, their arms around one another. Amber felt Randy's gentle breath against her tits. She knew the feathery tendrils of his breath were getting her hot to fuck again but she didn't want to say a word.
She wanted his prick-all of it she could get!
"Amber?" he finally asked. "Was it okay?"
"Okay! It was fantastic. I'm sorry I didn't want to let you do it when we started. I... I'd never had a man fuck me up the ass before. I was a little scared."
"Glad you liked it. I have a confession to make. I've never screwed a chick like that before."
"You mean you've screwed little boys like that?" she teased. She felt him tense all over in horror at the idea.
"Hell, no! Nothing like that. I mean, I never greeked anybody before. And, you know what?"
"You loved it." She didn't have to be a mind reader to guess that. She could tell from the excitement, the sexual electricity and energy in the air while they were fucking.
"Yeah. And I guess I love you."
"Hush," she said. "We know this isn't going to last. The lights go out and, like you told that night watchman, all bets are off till they go back on."
She sighed and snuggled closer to Randy's chest. There wasn't much hair on his chest, but she managed to find enough to play with. She rolled a silky strand around one of her fingers and stroked over the broad expanse of his chest.
She knew that this limbo would have to end as soon as the lights came back on. This wasn't the way the world really was. Not all the time. Not in modern times. With all the power out, people could frohc and play around however they wanted. It was as if the darkness was a veil protecting identities. Anything was possible, no matter how kinky. She knew she would never have allowed any man to corn-hole her.
She had found she loved it. The strangeness at first had put her off but when her body began to respond in new and excitingly different ways, she found it perfectly acceptable. If anything, she wondered why she had not tried it sooner.
The lights. That had to be it. People usually turned the goddamn lights off before they fucked. There seemed to be something protective about the darkness. Most pickups in bars were accomplished because the lights were low and the people couldn't really see each other that well. Or perhaps they only saw what they wanted to see in the dimness and the harsh light of reality didn't have to strip away their illusions.
Man turned downright promiscuous in the nighttime. She knew that bars kept their lights down because people drank more that way. And now, with the entire city blacked out, what else was there to do? Watching television was definitely out. That mind-erasing medium probably did more to snuff out the flames of honest lust than any other facet of modern society. The teenagers had the idea right. Fuck in the backseat of a car.
She wasn't too far removed from that stage in her sexual development and knew what it was like to break her back trying to get into impossible positions so some high school stud could slip it in. But there wasn't the omnipresent diversion of the television in a car. Maybe a radio, but that was different, a lot different. It didn't rob the listener of his imagination.
"Randy?" she asked, her hand forgetting the pitiful strands of hair on his chest and moving down lower where there was hair in abundance for her to play with, "do you think there's a radio around?"
"Why? Not enough good music between us?"
"I thought there might be a broadcast telling when the power might come back on."
"Don't want to get caught fucking some stranger if the lights do come back on?"
"Not that, silly." She found his prick and began stroking it as if it were some small, precious pet. The furry nest it poked out of was wet with sweat and her own cunt oils. The feel of its limpness in her hand presented her with a challenge. "I want to know how much longer we can keep fucking without a care in the world."
"As long as you want-with or without the power."
"You know that's not true."
"Why not? You have a steady boyfriend? A permanent male roommate? You're not married, for Christ's sake, are you?"
"Would it matter?"
"Not now," he admitted, "but later it would. I don't want this to end."
She felt his seriousness and knew that it wouldn't pay to get into a heavy discussion right now. Besides, there was a tiny tremor in his prick. She wanted to nurse that all the way. She wanted to feel it driving hard and fast all the way up her pussy.
Or even better, up her newly pioneered ass!
"Fuck me again," she said. "I want it. I need it. I've never wanted or needed anything so much in my whole life. And it doesn't matter where you stuff that fine cock of yours. Up my pussy or my ass-hole. Or even let me suck you off. I want your cock."
She felt the prick in her fingers jerk again and harden a little more. She began stroking gently, teasing it into full erection. Smiling, she kissed his lips, his cheek, his chin, his throat, and began to lavish juicy kisses all over his chest.
Her tongue teased one of his nipples, then she asked, "How come men have nipples? They're as useless as tits on a bulk"
"They break up the naked expanse of flesh," he countered. "And you are getting mighty pushy. You're not one of those aggressive Women's Lib types are you?"
"What's that mean? If it means I go after what I want, sure, I guess so. But for the most part, I couldn't complain about anything you want to do."
His prick danced mightily in her grip now. She increased the speed with which she was jacking him off. The feel of the wrinkled skin vanished as more and more excited blood hammering into his prick excited her. She continued licking lower and lower, leaving a phosphorescent trail of saliva behind. Just short of reaching his bush, he turned and sat up.
"I think I want to fuck your tits, bitch. None of this ass or cunt stuff. I want to feel my cock driving in and out between those silky mounds of your boobs."
She had never even considered such a thing. Amber shivered a little at the idea of his prick being so close to her sensitive tits. She didn't know what to do or say. But she did know what had gotten both of them really hot before.
"The hell you say, stud! I don't want that prick anywhere near my precious titties!" She rolled away from him, came to hands and knees so that her ass was mooning him, then ran from the office. She heard him swearing and lumbering to his feet. For a horrible moment, she thought she was actually going to get away from him. That would have been terrible!
"Gotcha!" he cried, dragging her to the carpet in the adjoining office. But he didn't have a firm enough grasp on her slippery flesh. She wiggled free.
She enjoyed hiding in the deep shadows, playing hide and seek. She could feel her pussy begin to froth with desire at the idea of being stalked by a man intent on fucking her. She wanted it as badly as the man did, but the fantasy images she could conjure up excited her more than the fucking ever could.
She was a tigress in the jungle and he was a big-game hunter. He had his mighty gun and threatened her with it. Amber quickly moved from one shadow to another, her white flesh gleaming. She kept to hands and knees as befitted a female tiger. Her tits swung pendulously under her body, making her feel even sexier. Hot blood pounded into her boobs this way, draining down to the very points. Her nipples felt as if they might blow up at any instant. They were filled to the breaking point with her aroused, excited blood.
She heard a tiny movement and quickly changed hiding places. The idea of being stalked so silently in the darkened office-jungle-made her breath come in short, heavy pants. She was hot for action. But when and where would it come from?
She found out quickly. Turning, the redhead saw a momentary flash of white and then a heavy body bowled her over onto her back. She struggled, but not too hard. She exerted herself enough to work up a sweat. The feel of her muscles working hard against the unseen assailant pushed her passion almost to the breaking point.
If a prick had been shoved between her thighs, she would have come then and there.
But the man was intent on straddling her waist and holding her down with his superior weight.
"Gotcha again!" Randy gloated. She tried to lift her arms but he held her wrists pinned to the floor above her head. Sliding forward, his cock came to rest in the deep valley between the snowy-white mountains of her tits.
"Don't tit-fuck me!" she begged. "This isn't right. Please don't do this to me!"
"You're my captive to do with as I please!" he crowed. Neither of them seemed to notice that he had let her hands loose and she wasn't fighting him any more.
"Beast!" she cried. "Monster! What makes you think I would want to feel your prick between my tits?" She scooted around under him to position herself a little better.
He reached down and gripped both her tits, one in each hand. She sighed at the feel of his meaty hands pressing so sensuously into her flesh. He squeezed. The cherry-red nipples popped fully erect between thumb and forefinger on each hand. He rolled them around like tiny pebbles until she was lost in the stark pleasure of this manipulation.
"You like that, don't you, bitch?" he laughed. "You ain't seen-or felt-nothing yet!"
"Please," she moaned softly. "Anything you want to do, do it! But fast! I'm about ready to burst apart inside. I need you so. My poor little cunny needs cock! Feed it! Feed my cunt all the cock it can eat!"
He laughed again. "No way. I'm going to take my pleasure on these nice, pillowy tits of yours."
He leaned forward, his weight on the out-sides of her ample boobs. She felt her knockers slowly trying to leave her chest. There was some pain but the pleasure of his hands all over her satiny-smooth jugs was more than enough to offset that.
"Fuck my tits, then! But do it quick!"
"So anxious. All the time wanting to rush a good thing. Lie there. Enjoy this. Enjoy it all you can!"
She enjoyed. The feel of his heavy hands was good, but the way his prick stroked back and forth in the deepness between her jugs was even nicer. She had never thought anything could be soothing and exciting at the same time. This was.
The redhead's legs spread of their own accord, in wanton invitation to a prick that wasn't there. She seemed to vaguely realize that but couldn't control the ingrained response. But she was surprised when Randy slid down her body, his legs pressing into her inner thighs and keeping her legs wide open.
His prick nudged into her cunt-lips, then drove mercilessly all the way up into her twat. She screamed at the suddenness of his entry. Her pussy seemed to go wild at the feel of real prick in her once again. "She gushed forth a torrent of cunt-juice as she came.
And all the while she was coming, his hands never left her opulent tits. He massaged and stimulated them, squeezing down and tweaking the rock-hard nubbins of erectile flesh.
"More! Give me more!" she begged. His hips began swinging to and fro, driving his meaty spike of pleasure deeper and deeper . into her cunt. She shuddered and came again. She hadn't realized how primed she was for this lovemaking.
And then her pussy was empty. It was just as it had been before when he had butt-fucked her. He had greased his prick in her love-juices and then left her hungry for more cock.
"What?" she began.
"Don't sweat it. Just getting ready for some real tit-fucking!" He straddled her waist again, his prick once more resting in the notch between her boobs. "Had to get it nice and slippery. Don't want to chaff that precious tit-flesh of yours."
He leaned forward again and she felt her boobs closing. She groaned at the impact of one nipple against the other. He was almost ripping her tits from her chest. She felt the skin on the outsides of her breasts stretching to the breaking point. She wanted to collapse into herself, but he wouldn't let her.
Her tits folded neatly around his prick. The snowy-white flesh formed an artificial vagina that held his cock. When he started sliding back and forth, she could barely tolerate his weight on her belly. But the sensual, erotic feel of his cock, now greasy with her fuck juices, slipping across her sensitive tit-flesh was all it took to get her ready for another come.
"Fuck faster!" she sighed. "I need it so baaaaad!"
He kept her boobs tightly pressed together. From the down side of her boobs, he could see his cock vanish into the narrow cunt he had formed. The purpled head of his dork shot through the mountain passage. The warm silken skin of her breasts caressed and clung slightly to his moving cock. He had to fight to keep from creaming then and there.
"Shit," he muttered. "I never thought it would be this good. You have a super set of knockers. Fucking them is almost more than I can handle."
"You bastard!" she cried. "Fuck meeeeee!"
The demand wasn't to be denied. His hips began moving faster and faster. He slid forward until his balls dragged against the slopes of her breasts. The softness of that skin almost robbed him of his erection. He pressed even harder into the marble-white cones and tightened the passage around his cock.
The cunt-juices greased his fuck-stick enough to really move back and forth with all the speed he wanted. The only problem was one of continuing lubrication. The friction of his frantic fucking quickly burned away the oils on his prick.
The girl felt the heat boiling into her chest. She sobbed and cried and thrashed around under the man's pinning weight. But she loved the nearness of his prick. She needed it more than she ever had before. It was good having his cock all the way up her twat, but this was nothing less than heaven for her.
"More, give it all to meeeee!" she begged. "I want it sobaaaad!"
Her words slurred and she couldn't hear what he said in response. The way her pulse hammered like the ocean's surf in her temples, every small noise in the room was drowned out totally. She reached up and added her own hands to those already forcing her boobs together. The added pressure made the artificial cunt even firmer around the prick driving in and out of it.
She glanced down and saw the purpled knob of his glans poking out from the upper side of her tits. She craned her neck and managed to lightly brush her tongue against the piss-slit of his cock. The girl instantly felt the tremor earth-quaking through his manhood.
"like it?" she asked.
"Love it!" he groaned. It felt like his prick had developed a palsy it shook so hard against her satin-smooth flesh. The girl realized how close to the edge of his iron-control the man actually was. She silently vowed to push him over the brink.
As his prick shot forward again, she felt her neck muscles strain to reach the head of his cock. She licked out with the tip of her tongue and was rewarded by the feel of it roughly dragging along the underside of his prick. The man moaned louder. She rolled her tongue around the rim of his glans and then tried to sink it all the way down his slit. They both knew this was impossible. Simply trying excited both of them even more than before.
"God, I can't stand much more," he panted. He fucked faster, his cock shooting in and out of his fake cunt like a piston in a cylinder.
She managed to capture the head of his cock and held it lightly between her velvet lips. She sucked for all she was worth. And then she realized that the man couldn't take another instant.
His prick exploded in a white-hot flood. Sucking, licking, lapping, she tried to capture every single precious drop of his come. He fucked wildly, without rhythm, back and forth in his soft-skinned pussy on her chest. Her tits sang a new song, a song of desire un-like anything she had ever felt before.
The friction of that fucking went straight down into her chest. She felt her entire body tensing up. It wasn't air she breathed any longer; it was liquid fire. Her pussy churned and her belly tightened. And then she came.
Her entire body convulsed with the potent ice and iron grip of climax. She felt the spatter of his liquid love all over her face. Her tongue eagerly licked and tried to get even more of it to smear over her tongue. Her taste buds went berserk. She came again at the salty tang of man-seed in her mouth.
As she drifted down from her sexual high, she felt the man's weight descend totally on her belly. She grunted and shoved at his bulk. He didn't move right away, and then he quietly stood and walked to the window.
Through the dimness in the office, she could make out his naked form He didn't seem to want to be near her. She had seen this reaction in some men after a really fine fucking. They wanted to be alone, but Randy hadn't struck her as this type. She got up, wiped the come off her face, and went up behind him. Her hands stroked along the broad shoulders and down his spine until she cupped his buttocks in one hand.
Softly, she asked, "Is anything wrong?"
"No, nothing. For once in my life, everything seems to be perfect. And that's what bugs the shit out of me."
"I don't understand."
"Look down there. In the city. On the streets. You can see the fires burning. Some of them have been set; others just happened. We're above all the rape and pillage and murder and arson here. This is an artificial world and when the power comes back on, we're going to be plunged back into that. Our little bubble will burst and we'll go back to being ourselves."
"And you don't think I would be part of your lit-up world?" she asked.
"Would you? I doubt if we'll even see each other after tonight. We've been doing some pretty heavy stuff that neither of us have done before. What happens if the newness of it wears off and there's nothing left between us?"
"Let's cross that bridge when we come to it," Amber said. "And right now, we're still in the dark. And this little bitch wants some more of the inventiveness shown by this stud." She squeezed down on his ass and kissed him on the shoulder. "How about some tender loving care? Just for me?"
Randy laughed aloud and said, "You have a way of cutting right through all the bullshit and going to the heart of the matter. I like that."
"Ummm," she moaned, "and I love that. But could you add another finger up my poor little twat? It's gotten used to having a biiiiig cock fucking it. One skinny little finger fucking me just doesn't make it anymore."
"I guess you will be needing me after the electricity goes back on."
"You better believe it, you well-hung lover!"
CHAPTER EIGHT
"Urnmmm," Amber sighed. "Your mouth moving all over my pussy is sooooo good I don't know how I've stood it before now."
"I suppose you chicks have ways of getting off."
"You mean like guys jack off?"
"Sure. How do you do it? I've always sort of wondered how you get your jollies when there's no real stud like me around." Randy leaned back on the sofa in the office and peered at Amber's naked form through the gloom. His hand fiddled with one of her nipples. It was still pulsing hard and lustily. He wanted to keep it that way. He knew that he might get lucky and regain his boner any time now. The way his groin was throbbing, it might be any second.
She did that to him. In a hurry. It seemed almost like a miracle and he wasn't going to sit and try to analyze the effect Amber had. He just chalked it all up to pure, undiluted, percent sex appeal.
"Well," she said slowly, "I never told anyone before. And I mean no one, not even my best friend-and I tell her everything."
"I hope I'm more than your best friend."
She snuggled closer and said, "Yeah, a lot more. So, okay, guy, I usually go into the bathroom.. . "
"And pick up a copy of Pumping Iron and masturbate," he finished for her.
"Silly," she said, giving his prick a little boxing with her fingers. "I don't grab any old magazine. That's for you guys. I go into the bathroom and get the water running out of the faucet into the tub. Just the right temperature. Wouldn't do to have it too hot."
"Right," he agreed, wondering where this was leading.
"And then, when everything is just perfect, I get into the tub and put my legs up the walls on either side of the faucet. I let the water run all over my snatch. Only takes a few seconds for my clit to really get with it. The water is so sensuous. It excites me like you can't believe."
"I can believe. You get excited in a hurry with me."
"With you," she sighed. "And when I have my cunt under the water. I let it run and it only takes a couple minutes for me to get off. And then I try to think really sexy thoughts. About making it with millionaires and movie stars and just about any guy I think of as being worth taking to bed. That and the water might get my rocks off a couple dozen times inside a half-hour."
"A couple dozen times?" he whistled. "Jesus Christ, I wish I could do that."
"So do I," she sighed, feeling his limp pecker. "So do I!"
"Bitch! How dare you remind me of my lack!"
"Lack? After you balled me a half-dozen times."
"It was only five!"
"Ha!" She grabbed for his balls and missed, falling heavily to the floor. But Amber came to her knees and quickly kissed his cock, saying, "The kissing bandit strikes again! Bet you can't catch me!"
She dashed from the room, Randy following. They played their little hide and seek games all up and down the deserted hallway. They heard the obviously erotic noises coming from one of the offices. They figured the others marooned in the skyscraper were inside the room having fun with each other. They didn't feel like sharing everything they had going-not yet, at any rate.
"Gotcha!" cried Randy, tackling Amber. They went down and she managed to wiggle her way into one of the other offices.
"Not yet! You have to claim your prize!"
"Why not? I'm a hero and I should be allowed to claim anything I want. And what I see is what I want. More than anything else in the world." His arms went around her slim waist and he pulled her close. He felt the hard points of her nipples pressing into his chest and he knew that this was going to be another hell of a fine fucking.
The kiss lengthened and then they both broke it off when they heard the soft sobs. They looked at each other and then guiltily separated, as if they were teenagers caught necking by irate parents.
"Who's that?" demanded Randy. "Who is it?"
"God, Randy, look! It's Susan. The girl in the elevator. Susan darling," said Amber, kneeling down beside the girl, "what's wrong?"
"Shit, Amber, look at her. She's tied up. Some clown's tied her hands behind her back with a belt." He quickly unfastened it and the blond girl cringed, cradling her head in the warm circle of Amber's arms.
"He r-r-raped me!" the blonde girl finally blurted. "I didn't see who it was and he came in and tied me up and held me out the window and he r-r-raped me!"
"Shit," was all Randy said.
"Who was it, Susan?" asked Amber. "Tell us who it was." She glanced up at Randy and quickly added, "Randy is a friend of mine. You can trust him just as you trusted me. We're going to find out who did this to you and make them pay for it. Now, Susan, who did it?"
"I don't know. I don't know! I couldn't see him in the dark. After you and I m-m-made it, I tried to sleep a little and couldn't. He came in and then he attacked me. He slapped me around and then he tied me up and dangled me out the window. I thought he was going to let me fall but he didn't. He fucked me from behind!"
"God," snorted Randy, "what sort of animal is this? I mean, shit, the way things are on this floor-and maybe the entire building-all he had to do was ask and someone would have put out for him. That bitch Anne would spread for anybody's cock, if I know her."
"And you, of all people, do," said Amber, angry at the man. "Why the hell don't you leave us alone?"
"Nothing doing. This clown is running around loose and he's dangerous. We have to protect ourselves or our fine little bubble of sanity is going to turn into the same murderous place it is down in the streets. Susan," he asked, directing his question at the still cowering blond girl, "did he say anything to give you a clue as to who he was? Anything at all?"
"He kept saying he was a rich man, that all wh-whores liked rich men and why didn't I like him fucking me."
"Rich, huh. I guess that lets all the ones we know of out. None of us fit that bill. I don't know Marty Reinhardt all that well-I know of him and he's nowhere near rich. Neither of us obviously are. I don't think Tom Larson is or he wouldn't be parading around as a night watchman, and I doubt if Harrison Salter is rich. Not working for a slave's wages at that accounting firm."
'Then who?"
"Maybe it's someone who slipped in on us and we didn't notice. He could have left the same way, without us knowing he was even here. It's a long shot but it's possible, I guess."
"Let's go in with the others," said Amber. "I think she needs some help more than I can give her alone."
They took the girl, almost carrying her, into the other office where the orgy still proceeded. Both Marty and Tom were fucking Anne at the same time. One had his prick jammed all the way up her ass and the other was whaling the shit out of her cunt. Harrison Salter sat in one corner of the room, sour disapproval on his face. He clutched the briefcase to his chest as if it might be a beautiful girl.
"Hi, gang, three more to join!" cried out Tom.
And then they saw that Susan wasn't in any shape for reveling. Marty lost his hard-on, Anne complained, and then Tom pulled out. The watchman looked ludicrous walking around with his prick jutting out from his loins, but his concern was real.
"What happened? You look like homemade shit."
"She was raped," said Randy.
"How? When? Did you see who did it?" Tom Larson's manner changed drastically. No longer was he a fun-loving man intent on fucking a lovely woman. Now he was a cop.
Amber quickly, quietly gave the man all the details they had been able to glean from what little Susan had told her. Larson nodded occasionally, dressing as Amber spoke. When she had finished, he was completely back in his uniform, the gun belt hanging heavily around his waist.
"Okay, you folks just sit tight and I'll go check it out. Give me the belt and I'll see what can be done to trace down the person it belongs to."
Amber handed over the plain leather belt which had bound the young girl's hands so firmly and Tom Larson left.
Randy looked around the room and tried to categorize the people left. Anne and Marty stood side by side, bare-ass naked. Harrison Salter still clung passionately to his briefcase. He didn't think any of them could be responsible for raping Susan.
He looked at the blond girl, who suddenly began to shiver in her nakedness. She didn't quite break down and cry, but she came close. Amber's arms around her were more than protective, the man saw. She was almost at the point of tenderly making love to her.
Which didn't seem like such a bad idea. But the man had to check his lusty thoughts. The girl had just been raped and he doubted that she would allow any man to get within a dozen feet of her.
"Hell, this is bringing the party to a screeching halt," said Marty. "I hope he finds something."
"Until he does, let's get the party moving again!" Anne quickly went down on Marty. She took his limp cock in her hands and slowly pulled it toward her ruby-red lips. Randy watched in stark fascination. He had never seen such hot and heavy action like this before. Sure, he had seen his share of the X-rated movies, but never any live-action stuff like this. Anne popped Marty's prick into her mouth. Randy could see her cheeks go concave under the suction she applied.
She gave him fantastic head. The way his prick jerked and slowly grew told the story. In less than a minute, she had a mouthful of throbbingly virile prick again. Her eager sucking and lapping noises turned on Randy more than he cared to admit. He wanted to go over and try to stuff his cock into the eager woman's mouth, too.
He doubted if Marty would appreciate the intrusion. Still, hadn't he and Tom been fucking Anne at the same time? Maybe he wouldn't mind at all.
"Disgusting." For an instant, he couldn't figure out who had said it. He finally turned and faced Harrison Salter. The man hunched in a comer, his eyes blazing. "Absolutely disgusting."
"You don't have to stay and watch," Randy said, angry. "Nobody's got a gun pointed at your head telling you to witness anything you don't want to."
"Humph." The man stood and left the room.
Randy was almost glad to have him go. It left only the people he cared about. Anne was a fantastic person. Marty seemed an okay sort of guy. And Amber and Susan were huddled together in a way that was somewhat more erotic than it was comforting. Both of them he got off on in a big way.
"Mind if I join you two ladies?" he asked.
Susan might have heard him, but he doubted it. She was lying on her back, her legs drifting apart to expose her blond rimmed snatch. Amber's mouth was fastened like a leech on the young girl's tit. She was sucking and lapping to drive away the last vestiges of memory.
Randy decided it must be working. The look on Susan's face told of nothing but pleasure, no pain at all. He quickly added his oral caresses to those of Amber's.
Susan's eyes shot wide open when she felt the second mouth sucking so avidly on her left nipple but she said nothing. She settled back down and thrust out her chest a little more to get the most out of both of their mouths.
"Let me work lower," Amber said to Randy.
"Go on. I'm having fun with her boobs." He left the red point of her nipple to slowly ski down the inside slope of her huge tit. The flesh quivered under his rough, pink tongue until he came to the valley between. He played around there for a little while, stimulating and teasing her.
Amber smiled. The girl was having the time of her life. She worked her own tongue down across the slightly domed belly until she came to the deep well of Susan's navel. Her tongue shot out and down into the depression. The girl moaned softly and lifted her hips off the couch and tried to get Amber's tongue fucking her belly button.
Amber allowed her tongue to swirl around a few times but she didn't want to waste too much time here. It wasn't as exciting to her as what beckoned from lower regions. She left the navel and slid down to the very top of the girl's bush.
Swift, quick strokes along the very fringes of the blonde bush got the girl to thrashing around on the sofa. This spurred Amber on.
She felt her own excitement mounting. Randy was so close and he was helping her to make the girl forget the horrible thing that had happened to her. That was nice that they could do things together.
She found her tongue getting tangled up in the corn silk fine strands of Susan's pussy-fur. She didn't care. She used her tongue to form tiny spires in the thickness of her bush. The girl knew this was fun but the tempting odors emanating from even lower called to her.
She wanted to lick pussy again.
And the redhead did just that. Her tongue shot out, cock-hard, and stroked along the turgid, puffy cunt-lips. She found her tongue coated with the thick inner oils leaking from between those blue-tinged labia. Sucking harder, she managed to pull one of the lips between her own oral lips.
Trapped in this fashion, the pussy lip was given the tongue-lashing of its life. Amber felt the young girl thrashing around, writhing in abject desire. She continued to run her tongue along the edge of the trapped cunt-lips until all the fuck sauce had been removed. Then she used her teeth.
The hard pearly teeth cut into the soft flesh and made Susan come. The girl screamed out her passions and opened her legs even wider to the girl's probing tongue. Amber didn't know whether to abandon the savory taste treat she held in her mouth or not.
She compromised. She sucked harder on the tiny flap of cunt-lip and then let it go so that she could shove her tongue down into the fluid gash between that lip and the other. The girl came again as Amber licked back toward her cunt-hole.
As her tongue probed deeply into the velvet-hung passage of her cunt, the girl came repeatedly. For a second, Amber thought she was tongue-fucking a human machine gun. The girl was stuttering and moaning and trying to hump herself by shoving her hips toward Amber's face. The girl gave freely of her tongue.
She tried to touch every single nerve ending in the girl's pussy. Soaking up the flood of cunt oils gushing forth was a taste treat that she wouldn't have missed for the world. Amber was a little put off when Randy shoved his head between the girl's legs for some of the love-juice, too.
She glared at him, then laughed. There was enough for both of them! They kissed, her cunt oil greased lips sliding over his. For a moment, Amber held that pose. The redhead tasted sweat on his lips. Then she remembered he had been licking and sucking on Susan's tits. The girl was probably really hot by now.
Somehow they both managed to get then-mouths into Susan's twat. The blonde had rolled onto her side. Amber came in from the front and Randy thrust his tongue into her cunt from behind. She giggled a little at the feel of her tongue rubbing across the man's, then she was completely lubricated by the frothy surge from Susan's coming pussy.
Both Amber and Randy had to hang onto the trim, young body as Susan rocked through still-another orgasm. As it began to die down, they both reentered her cunt. The rigid, blood-engorged cunt-lips were pulsing on one side of Amber's tongue. Against the other side was Randy's driving oral organ, striving to plunge even deeper into the steamy hot interior of the girl's belly.
It became a game with the redhead. She had to outdo Randy. It had to be that way. She was a woman and a woman should know another's body better than a man. She had to give Susan the most pleasure.
And it seemed to her she was losing the battle!
Randy left her pussy and drove his prick all the way up Susan's ass-hole. The young blonde came-hard.
Amber retaliated by finding Susan's erect little clit and teasing it with the end of her pinkly darting tongue. The slithering around brought the girl off. Again. Still another time. And then she was convulsed in one orgasm after another.
The red-haired Amber thought they were both doing it to Susan. She couldn't positively say that she was responsible by sucking on her clit.-likewise, Randy couldn't be certain only his tongue-fucking of her butt was doing the trick.
Then all activity ceased when a single gunshot rang out. It echoed through the deserted building and sounded vastly louder than it normally would have.
Amber rose and stared in fright at Randy. He glanced from her to Susan and then over to Anne and Marty. Anne and Marty apparently hadn't heard the shot. They were still fucking frantically on the small desk, oblivious to anything but the pleasure they gave each other.
CHAPTER NINE
"What was that?" asked Amber. "It sounded like a..."
"I think it was. Come on," said Randy, pulling her away from Susan's crotch. The blond girl looked up at them, her eyes still dazed by the emotions rippling through her body from having her cunt eaten so expertly.
She managed to sit up and said, "You're not leaving me here alone!"
"You'd be with them."
Randy pointed at Marty and Anne. Susan shivered a little as Marty's huge prick shot all the way up into the woman's wanton cunt. A quick toss of her blond head told both Amber and Randy that she considered being left alone with the other couple the same as being left alone.
"Come on then. But let's be careful." They made their way out into the hall. For a moment, Randy paused, wondering which way to go. He finally decided the office where Susan had been raped was the most-likely prospect. He edged to the door and peered in past the frame. Nothing moved inside. Acting bolder than he felt, the man pushed into the room. His hand went instinctively to the light switch. A click sounded but no lights came on.
"Damn, I keep forgetting the power's off. Come on." He had to tug at Susan's arm and this caused him to fall heavily over something lying on the floor.
"Damn!" he repeated and then he shut up suddenly. He hadn't fallen over a piece of furniture. He had stumbled over a dead body.
Amber took a half-step backward and stopped, her arms around Susan's shoulders. She felt a little funny acting motherly and protective toward a girl only a couple years younger than she. Yet the role came naturally. Susan was so helpless and dependent that Amber had to fend off the evils of the world trying to crash down on them.
"Who is it?" Amber managed to ask, her voice choked.
"Tom Larson, the night watchman. Been shot, apparently with his own gun. At least, his gun is missing." Randy fumbled around in the dark a bit more and finally stood up. "There's nothing we can do for him, poor bastard. He must have come into the room, scuffled with whoever was in here, and then lost his gun. Bam and that was it for him."
"Murder."
"And rape, too. We've got ourselves a genuine psycho on our hands. At least we know who it wasn't."
"What do you mean?" asked Susan. "How can you tell?"
"Well, it wasn't Amber or me. We were both otherwise occupied with your tasty little pussy."
The blond girl tried to smile but the effort was too great. "I knew it wasn't you, Randy. You're too nice. And you, too, Amber."
"Your trust is moving," said Amber cynically. "But keep going, Sherlock. You obviously have some idea who did this or you wouldn't have gotten into all the heavy crime stuff."
"We know it wasn't Marty and Anne, either. They are probably still fucking each other silly back there. It would take a hell of a lot more to get either of them to give up sex for even a minute that I care to think about."
"So you're saying that it was Harrison Salter?"
"I guess I am," Randy admitted. "But I still can't get it out of my head what Susan said about the rapist. He kept saying over and over that he was rich. I can't imagine that Salter has got more than enough money to put into a pay phone."
"You're wrong," came the unemotional voice from the depths of the room. They all three spun to face the inky shadows. The small amount of light trickling in through the window outlined a hand holding a gun. The hand shook visibly.
"Salter?" asked Amber. "Why? Why did you do this?"
"He discovered me. He found me out. I wasn't thinking when I used my belt. I could cover up the lack when I was around you by using my vest. But he found out I'd enjoyed that slut's hole." The gun steadied and the tension in the finger on the trigger increased.
"Sure, sure, that's all right," hastily said Randy. "But rich? You're not rich."
"I am now. This brief case contains a quarter of a million dollars in negotiable bonds. I stole them from my company. They treated me like a dog, didn't pay me anything near what I was worth, so I took them. But the goddamned lights went out and trapped me in this fucking building! It's not fair!"
"Cool it, just keep calm, man," Randy said. His mouth felt like it had been filled with cotton. He could hardly speak. He moved slowly so that his body was between the muzzle of the gun and Amber and Susan. If anyone got shot, he would get the first bullet. That might allow them time to run.
"Enough of this. I want everyone in the same room. Back. Back to the other room. Are those two awful people still fucking in that obscene way?"
"Obscene?" cried Susan. "After what you did to me, you think what they are doing is obscene? It's you who's obscene, you monster!"
"Shut her up," snapped Salter. "Shut her up or kill her! I should have finished her after I'd finished using her, but I got a soft spot for blondes. Tell me, honey, do blondes really have more fun? Is it because you're easier to find in the dark?"
"That's not funny, Salter," said Randy.
"It's not meant to be. And what's going to happen to all of you isn't going to be funny either. You all get such a perverted thrill out of fucking each other. Well, we'll see about that!"
He herded them out of the room and bad to the office where Marty had just brought of Anne. The woman was writhing on the table a mask of sheer sexual lust on her face. She was panting heavily, her snowy-white tits heaving up and down. The red caps of her nipples threatened to explode with too much excited blood being pumped into them by her frantic heart.
"God, they are still at it," Salter said. He clutched the briefcase to his chest and held the gun at arm's length. "All of you. Together. Over there!"
The five silently obeyed. They had no choice. Salter had already raped Susan and had shown how desperate he was by killing the watchman. They knew he wouldn't stop at five more murders, not with the power out and the entire city in chaos. His escape would be simple after the electricity came back on.
"I think I could get to like this," Salter said. "I feel a power coming on me. I guess it's the money I've got. You can feel it, can't you, you dumb slut."
He pointed the gun directly at Susan, who cowered. He laughed and that seemed to satisfy him for the moment.
"Come on, everybody. You were enjoying yourselves in your sick, depraved ways. I want to see more of it! You, Marty, go on and fuck her." He directed the barrel of his gun toward Susan. "I think she would like to feel a man's prick again. And you, you whore, you can suck me off while they're fucking!"
Anne looked startled when she realized that Salter meant her. For a moment, she didn't move, then she slowly nodded. But her triumph was short-lived. Amber could tell what the woman was thinking. If she could get close enough to Salter, she might be able to take the gun away from him. Salter stopped that idea with one single sentence.
"Tie her hands behind her back."
Amber did as the man ordered. She felt helpless when he made her and Randy sit on the far side of the room. No matter how fast they moved, even with the dark to cover their tracks, they couldn't hope to grab Salter. And he was going on with his plans to make Marty and Susan fuck.
"It's okay, Marty," the blond girl said softly. "I know you don't want to do this."
"But I do! I've wanted to ever since I set eyes on you. I just wish it could have been under better circumstances, like with both of us wanting it to happen."
She smiled shyly and said, "I think I might want it to happen. Does that make it any better?"
"Lots," he said, moving closer. His mouth closed on hers and cut off any further words. The girl gasped and then relaxed a little. She would have to get over the knee-jerk reaction of hating men simply because Salter had raped her. Marty was okay. He was more than okay.
And the feel of his prick rising up between her thighs promised more than a simple fucking. It promised her new worlds of pleasure. She knew she couldn't possibly get away from Salter as long as he held the gun on them, but she could cheat him. She could enjoy whatever he forced her and Marty to do.
And she was enjoying the hell out of it so far!
The feel of the man's lips against hers brought back old, pleasant memories. Not of the rape. That had been ugly, but of the times she had fucked because she was turned on. The young girl felt her pussy beginning to respond. The nearness of his cock was part of the attraction. The way his hands searched her body for all the right places made her slowly respond to him.
"Ummmm, you taste good," he told her. "And your body! It's fabulous."
"I don't care if he's forcing us. I want you!" she told Marty. Her chest thrust forward, the tips of her boobs pressing hot and hard into the man's naked chest. He moved slightly and she felt her tits crush down almost flat. The sensations ripping into her body were wonderful. And she wanted more. She had to have more to erase the unpleasant memories from her mind.
The blond girl began to think this might be something like being thrown from a horse. You don't just get up and limp away, you get back on so that the fear of the animal will be pushed aside. She knew that this wasn't going to be the torture that Salter had planned it to be. It would be therapy. And already she was enjoying it
The taste of the man's saliva made her hornier than she would have thought possible under the circumstances. She was being forced to fuck him. And she wanted his prick!
She parted her slender thighs and positioned her snatch directly over his leg. Slowly moving up and down she rubbed her most sensitive flesh against his hairy upper leg. The thrill that went through her body was more intense than ever before. She began to feel her juices flowing out the tightly pursed cunt-lips.
"Go on, make love to me!" she begged. "I want you more than I can say!"
"You got it!" His lips worked their way back to her sensitive neck. Licking and softly caressing her flesh made her weak in the knees. She slowly sank to the ground, her hands roving all over the man's broad back. She felt the hunger in her pussy. She had to have it fed-with nice, long, hot prick. Nothing else would do.
She felt like a tramp going onto her back and letting her legs open up wide for him. And then she didn't care about anything anymore. He moved swiftly to position himself. He caught up her legs and put her knees just over his shoulders. She was bent double in this position, her own upper legs pressing sensuously into her tits. Then he began to pump forward, his prick driving into her cunt.
The blond girl hadn't thought such intense pleasure was possible for her anymore. She felt the blunted head of his prick enter her labia, pause for a moment as if testing the heat of her seething cunt, then surge all the way up into her belly.
She screamed as she came. The girl hadn't thought she was anywhere close to orgasm. The combined sensations he generated inside her brought her off super-fast. The way her legs massaged her nipples as he drove forward into her body helped. She was bent double and felt something like a pretzel, but it wasn't uncomfortable. She didn't have time to think that.
His cock filled her to overflowing. The hot shaft rocketed all the way into her tight, seething hot pussy and caused her cunt-walls to stretch to accommodate him. She shuddered through her convulsive orgasm and then settled down to really enjoy the fucking.
"Yes, yes, yes!" she sighed. "I love it. I love it all. Fuck me goooood!"
"Yeah, fuck her good," jeered Salter, waving the gun around wildly. "See how she is? She gets off on any man's prick. Those bitches are all alike. Cockteasers, each and every one!"
"like me?" cooed Anne. She looked up at him with her hot eyes blazing. Carefully, tan-talizingly, she let just the tip of her pink tongue slip through her lips. She carefully wet her lips in the most come-hither manner she could manage.
Salter's pants jumped at the crotch, as if they were alive. He quickly pulled down his zipper. His prick jumped out, eager for the hot, wet berth in the seductive woman's mouth.
"Suck," he ordered.
She inched forward on her knees, her hands firmly bound behind her back. She was thankful to Amber that the girl hadn't really pulled the bindings too tight and cut off circulation, but having her hands tied like this did something to her. It made her feel trapped. But there was an element of sexiness involved that she didn't understand. She had never been into bondage, but the idea of being commanded by the man to suck his prick made her mouth water.
Anne moved closer, her tongue flashing out to lightly lick along the sensitive underside of Salter's cock. She tasted the heavy male musk of a man totally aroused. This made her nostrils flare. She inched closer, her tongue seeking out all the right places to touch and stimulate and lick and stroke.
"God, that's nice," he muttered.
"And it'll be better as soon as I can get more of that delicious prick into my mouth!" she told him. She hated the man's guts, but she couldn't control herself now. She had to suck him off. The sex-drive in her was too strong to deny.
Her tongue succeeded in snaring his cock and pulling to her her lips. She sucked hard and the plum-tipped cock shot into her mouth. For a moment, she simply used her tongue to run all over the broad arrowhead-shaped glans. Then she applied all her skill and knowledge to giving the man the best head she could.
She sucked. Her cheeks went hollow under the strain. But she didn't get his prick deeper into her mouth. She kept her tongue pressed firmly against the head. Once, she tried to stuff her oral digit all the way down the piss-slit. They both knew that wasn't possible. But it turned both of them on more than the woman would have thought.
Anne could feel his prick jumping and pulsing harder now. The entire shaft had grown in size. Now the pulsating prick threatened to stretch her lips out of shape. She could almost forget for a minute that this wasn't the cock of a rapist and murderer she was working so eagerly on.
It was a man who turned her on. That was all that the dark-haired woman was thinking about.
Her tongue slid off the tip of his cock. This allowed him to shove forcefully forward. Anne almost gagged at the assault. The rubbery tip of his cock bounced off the roof of her mouth and shot past her tonsils. Before she could really adjust to it, he was all the way down her throat.
"Now suck cock good, damn you, you dumb cunt!" the man raged.
" She gagged. She gagged and moved back to get air back into her lungs. She felt his hand go through her dark hair and pull her face back into his crotch. For a fleeting second she had the thought of biting his prick off, then she stopped before her teeth closed. He would kill them all for sure if she did anything like that. "Suck!"
He relaxed the fierce grip on the back of her head and allowed her a little air. Gasping hotly, she managed to keep sucking on his prick. It was hard, but she did it because she had to.
The woman used her tongue even faster now. The idea had come to her that, if she could get him off in a hurry, he wouldn't be in any position to molest her or any of the others. Her tongue worked on the tiny flap of skin dangling under the cleft head of his cock This was the most delicate portion of his prick.
She teased and tormented that section of skin under her tongue ached. And she sucked. She sucked as she'd never done before on any man's prick. And the reward gushed into her mouth. The hot and salty jism filled her mouth and she gagged again.
The man laughed and grunted as he face-fucked her. His hand kept hold of her hair as he pumped hard and fast into her mouth. She tensed her lips to form a firm "" of lips around his incoming prick. This was enough to keep him happy.
When his prick turned limp and fell from her mouth, he kicked her onto her back, saying, "Just as I thought. You can't give good head. None of you sluts know how to give a blow-job."
Anne started to say something in protest and then watched Salter wildly wave his pistol around. As long as he held that, he was the one in control. If he wanted to say she gave a lousy blow-job, that was his business. She knew better-as did all the men who had been on the receiving end of her fellatio.
"Look at them," marveled Salter. "Still fucking as if they enjoyed it. Do you suppose they really do? The dumb fuckers!"
Marty was panting harshly, his body gleaming in the dim light from the sweat running from his pores. He struggled to keep a steady, powerful fucking rhythm going. His hips wanted to take over. They wanted to wildly drive his cock all the way up into the girl's sucking pussy.
He had to keep as even a pace as he could to give her the fullest pleasure possible. He loved the feel of her tight cunt surrounding his prick. The way she tensed and relaxed her pussy-walls turned him on more than he could put into words. It had been a long time since he had found a twat that sheathed his fleshy sword this perfectly.
Having her bent double like she was helped him penetrate her even farther than normal. He wasn't poorly hung. He had a good-sized prick on him, but bending over like this let him fuck a goodly inch or more deeper into her steamy cunt.
Every single thrust made the girl shudder as if she had some sort of erotic palsy. She realized in a dim, vague way that Salter was watching them, laughing at them, making obscene comments. The blonde girl didn't care. She had her pussy filled with the most delightful prick she had ever found, bar none.
"More, Marty darling, more!" she cried. "I need itsooooo!"
He fucked faster. Her entire body slid a little on the rug as he drove mercilessly into her cunt. She knew her shoulders would have rug burns on them and she didn't care. The pleasure received now would more than offset any discomfort later.
"Can't keep going like this," he gasped. "Gotta come. Just gotta!"
"Do it, darling! Do it! Fuck me long and hard and deeeeeep!"
Her entire body was seized by the iron grip of orgasm. She gasped and then screamed out her passions.
She needed his cock. She wanted him to get off as fast as he could. The hot, sweet rush of his jism would give her the ultimate come. She would at last find the Big O.
But it didn't come. A heavy foot kicked Marty off her. Susan's legs straightened out and she lay on the rug, unfulfilled passion gnawing at her guts. She had to work to get back to reality. Marty was crumpled up against a desk, nursing his arm where Salter had kicked him off.
"Bitch. And you, you pimp, aren't any better. God, you all make me sick. Fucking like that. Fucking as if you enjoyed it!"
"I did." That was all Susan had a chance to say before the man dropped to his knees and slapped her across the face.
Marty went for him but ended up with the barrel of the gun laid across his head. He slumped again, moaning, a trickle of blood running from the wound on his forehead.
CHAPTER TEN
"Why are you doing this to us?" asked Amber, angry at the man who was holding them prisoner. "What did any of us ever do to you?"
"You? You personally? Nothing. But the ones like you are the people I've got the gripes against. Look at her," he said, pointing to Anne, still flat on her back on the floor. "A real cock-teaser if ever there was one. Before I was rich, do you think she would have wanted to suck me off? Don't kid yourself. Or that blond bitch. The same with her. She didn't want me till I had a lot of money."
"You raped her," said Randy, trying to control his anger. "You took what you wanted from a helpless girl."
"She wanted it," the man snapped. "And she does even now. Look at her trying to make me think she cares for the gigolo. It's me she craves. Me and my prick."
He waddled around, looking grotesque. His prick limply bounced against the front of his trousers. The gun waving wildly in all directions kept all of them firmly rooted to their spots, though. Salter might decide to shoot them just as he had the watchman.
"And when I get the money, what happens? Do I get to make my getaway? No! I'm cheated of that, too! You all turn the lights out. You make sure I can't escape!"
"That's hardly our fault," said Amber. "Look, we sympathize with you. We're all broke all the time, too. We want to help you get away."
Randy saw instantly what the red-haired girl was trying to do. He added his own, "Sure! We want to see people beat the system. You were smart enough to do it! We appreciate that."
Salter swelled with pride, then he backed away, his gun steady once more. "You're trying to trick me. You all work for the government. You're trying to put me away! I won't allow it! I'm too smart for you."
"Harrison!" cried Anne. "What makes you think we're plotting with the Feds? We don't like them any more than you do. They spy on us and rob us blind every April and..."
"Silence!" he bellowed. "You're all in league with the government agents. They're after me. I've got to keep you occupied so you won't plot against me."
"Helplessly paranoid," whispered Randy to Amber. "No way we can.. . "
"Silence!" he roared again. "Now, you two. You haven't been doing anything to amuse me. Over here. And you, stud," he said, pointing the gun at Marty. "Climb aboard this whore and fuck her. Your cock's still in usable condition."
Marty stroked over his painful hard-on. He had been just about ready to come when Salter had knocked him off Susan. He was hardly willing to get back in a position where the man could do that to him again.
"Fuck the bitch!" Salter screamed.
"Better do as he says, darling," said Susan softly. He felt her firm hand on his prick and knew it would be all right in the end. They just had to play along with the madman until they could see some way of turning the tables.
Reluctantly, he went to where the bound Anne lay on the floor. She smiled weakly and said, "This is just like old times-of twenty minutes ago. But don't worry, Marty, it's okay with me. Really."
She lifted her hips off the rug just enough for him to slide forward. He sucked in his breath as the end of his dork touched her gooey twat-lips. The labia were still damp from when he had been fucking her before. They had never dried off totally. And again, he felt the hot rush of her juices leaking out and around his needy prick.
"Fuck on in," demanded Salter. "I want to see the pimp fucking his whore."
Marty eased forward, his cock sinking slowly into the hot interior of the bound woman. She gasped as his cock began to dig into her softly yielding cunt. The walls began to expand to take his huge girth. And then he was in paradise again. The heat boiled and the juices flowed and he wanted to really fuck her.
Slowly, he pulled back until just the head of his prick remained inside her puckered cunt-lips. Then he shoved back in, penetrating her with a smooth, powerful stroke. She gasped and began twisting her hips around the impaling spike of his prick.
"So nice," she moaned. "I love the feel of you buried balls deep in me. Fuck me faster!
Make my pussy drool with lust for your sweet cock!"
"Yeah, pimp, fuck her faster. And you two, stop gawking and get your asses over here. You're going to join in. Move, dammit, move!"
Both Amber and Randy silently stood and approached the couple fucking on the floor. Looking down at them, Randy wondered how Marty could keep his erection. The idea of having a gun shoved into your gut wasn't the sexiest thing in the world.
"On your hands and knees, bitch. Just like a bitch!" Salter pranced around now, his prick bobbing around in front of his body. He obviously was getting a hell of a sexual charge out of ordering them to perform these lewd acts.
Amber silently obeyed, knowing she didn't dare object.
"Get your tits over the other slut's lips. I want her sucking your tits while he fucks you from behind. Do it!"
Amber felt a tiny electric spark of desire go through her body. She hated herself for it, but she was getting turned on by the idea of having Anne suck her titties while Randy fucked her. The man dropped down behind her, hands stroking along her naked flanks.
She tried to remember when last they'd had clothes on. She wasn't sure she could remember. All this had happened so fast. The lights went out and so did all their morals. She normally didn't enjoy promiscuity like this. Now she couldn't get enough cock filling her cunt and ass-hole-and the joy of making it with another woman turned her on even more. The feel of Anne's sucking lips all over her tits almost pushed her over the edge of a climax.
"Fuck! Suck! All of you, do it now!" crowed Salter.
Amber closed her eyes and let her body respond as naturally as it could. She felt the thick staff of Randy's prick pushing between her meaty ass-cheeks. She tensed for a moment to gently squeeze on his cock. That was to let him know she really cared for him. No matter what Salter forced them to do, she loved him and would have taken his cock into any hole of her body simply because she cared for him.
His cock slid along her liquid gash. He parted her cunt-lips with his prick, stroking slowly back and forth. Her fuck-oils poured forth to coat his cock. The feel of his corrugated prick moving against her most sensitive flesh made her shiver. Involuntarily, she shoved her hips back into his crotch.
Her loins came alive. The tiny fires of lust that had always burned inside now blazed merrily away, threatening to consume her. She didn't know if she could point to any one thing causing it or not. The lights going off like this had made them all hornier than hell-and it had taken away any inhibitions she might have felt.
That was part of it. Being trapped so high up in a posh office building added to the fervor of the moment. Randy was handsome and his prick was outrageously huge. It filled her to overflowing and gave her everything a woman could possibly desire.
The feelings inside her body tumbled and caroused and got in each other's way. She knew the feel of Anne's mouth moving slowly all over her tits was helping her to come alive more than Randy's cock could cause in such a short time.
The sounds. The sound of his prick sliding back and forth was obscene, lewd-and wonderful. The sucking noises from her tits turned her into a weak, trembling woman, too. And the sounds of Marty fucking Anne came to her ears. She had never realized how important noise was to fucking.
And the heavy odors filling the room. She sucked in her breath to savor them. Male musk. The smell of a woman aroused and ready for anything. There was another, less definable odor, too. The smell of danger. At any moment Salter could go off his head and kill them all. This might be the last time any of them had to enjoy the pleasures of fucking.
That added immensely to the sensations ripping through her tender body.
"Fuck me harder!" she begged. "Drive it in and give me all the swollen big prick you can!"
"Yeah, fuck her good," chided Salter. "And you, blondie, go on and lick his balls. The one fucking your red-haired friend."
Susan silently did as she was told. Better to be doing something than to be forced to watch her friends fucking at gunpoint. And then she discovered that what she was being forced to do wasn't altogether unpleasant. Lying on her back, she succeeded in getting her lips up to Randy's balls.
Her tongue dragged across the hairy little sac every time he shoved forward, his cock penetrating the red bush of Amber and going into the depths of her cunt.
"Shit, baby, that's more than I can take," Randy cried out. "But don't stop, and lick my cock! All the way in, lick my prick!"
Susan positioned herself so she could do just that. She found that her tongue just reached up to the point where Randy's prick entered Amber's cunt. By placing her tongue there, she could stroke along the puffy labia and give Amber added enjoyment as well as roughly tonguing Randy's fucking cock.
Amber almost went out of her mind with desire. She was getting more in the way of a fucking than she ever had before. The cock fucking her was superb. She couldn't have asked for anything more. But she was getting more, lots more.
"Keep going," she cried out. "I'm on fire inside. I'm burning up and I need your cock, your mouth, oh, God, ohhhhhhh!"
She hardly knew what she was saying. The entire world collapsed on her suddenly as she came. She felt compressed under tons and tons of dirt. Breathing became strained. The feel of the soft lips on her tits set her off even more. Sandpaper coated her throat and her chest was on fire. She might have been breathing napalm.
Shaking, shivering, she soared on the gusty winds of ecstasy blowing across her body.
She tried to keep everything separate and failed. How could she decide whether it was the cock or the lips in her cunt that excited her the most? The hard, long pillar of man-meat entering her from behind thrilled her. Fucking always gave her a surge of sexual energy second to none.
His prick pushed and stretched her insides until she wanted to scream with joy. The feel of his cock reaming her out lit tiny fires in her gut that soon raged out of control. She came. She came hard. Her screams of desire filled the room and deafened her.
And still she came. The wet slapping of his balls against her clit made her tremble like she was going to faint. But that slap-slap from his balls was stopped when Susan's tongue got in the way. That tongue sought out all the right places to touch. Usually, when a man fucked her like this, there wasn't any pressure on her clit.
There was now.
The girl's pink, darting tongue found just the right spot to touch to give her an electric shock that blasted all the way up her spine. The girl's tongue gave feathery light caresses to just the tip of her clit. Amber was about to go out of her mind with desire when Susan's mouth clamped down on the clit.
She exploded as if a stick of dynamite had been shoved into her guts. She would have tossed them both from her with her violent thrashing around if it hadn't been for Randy's hands gripping her waist so strongly. She loved the feel of his fingers cutting into her tender flesh. It showed exactly where he was, how much'he cared, what he wanted to continue doing to her.
"Amber," he moaned out, "I... I oh God, I can't hold it back anymore. I gotta.. . "
She felt the shock of his jism as it spurted into her hungry twat. She took every single drop of his come and tried to milk his balls for more. She felt Susan's hot breath against her pussy-lips and knew the girl was licking Randy's balls as he came. That added to the violent eruption of his cock. But her own pussy did the most to ensure that she got the full measure of his man-seed.
Tightening her belly muscles set her off again. She felt the bucking, dancing prick inside her. It had swelled to the point where she simply knew it would split her apart. She could feel every single movement of it in her. And she wanted more.
Relaxing a little allowed more freedom to his coming cock. And then she tightened up again, harder, with more insistence. She didn't want him to leave her cunt all alone. She wanted that hot, heavy pillar of virile cock to stay inside her anxious cunt forever.
It wasn't to happen that way. Even as she tensed and tried to hold onto Randy's prick, it melted and flowed away from her trembling cunt-walls. She felt it slip from her pussy. Susan's sucking mouth captured the few drops of come that leaked from her cunt and gave her a little extra joy, but it was nothing compared to the friction she had felt while Randy fucked her.
Nothing could compare to that, not even the way Anne sucked on her dangling tits.
She heaved a big sigh and then was carried away on still another come; Susan hadn't abandoned her cunt. The girl's clever tongue insinuated itself between her cunt-lips. She was sucking out all the come pooled inside her tight passage.
And Anne's mouth clamped firmly on her boobs. The woman opened her mouth wide and tried to eat the entire scrumptious mound of tit-flesh. When she found she couldn't get all of it into her mouth, she clamped down, using her teeth. The red marks left by her teeth as she slid back toward the nipple aroused Amber more than she would have thought.
Blood rushed to the wounds. Excited blood. Blood from her hard-pumping heart. And her nipple grew in size as more and more of that hot blood gushed into her boob.
"I can't take much more!" she whined. Her entire body was approaching the breaking point. No woman could handle all the comes she had in just the last few minutes. Finally unable to withstand the onslaught of Susan's tongue on her pussy and the sucking mouth all over her tits, Amber rolled away.
She vaguely heard Salter say to Susan, "You. The blond one. Go on-and lick the other one's balls."
Amber had forgotten they were prisoners of this demented man. She managed to open one eye and focus it on Salter. The man's prick stood up at rigid attention in front of his loins. He was getting harder and harder by the minute. She could see by the way his prick jerked and elevated.
He was a voyeur as well as a rapist and a murderer. And she didn't dare forget the first crime that had started all this. The man was also a thief who had stolen from the company that had employed him for so many years.
Amber hated. She hated him with all the passion she had left inside her body. She felt a gentle touch on her naked leg. A green eye focused on Randy's hand. He squeezed as if to reassure her. She wondered if any of them would survive this ordeal.
Having the lights go out had been scary at first. Then the morals had broken down and she had discovered a whole new world awaiting her, if she only wanted it. She had. She had enjoyed fucking with Susan and Anne and Randy and would have screwed a doorknob if she had run out of cock or tongue for her pussy. The electricity going off had liberated her from outdated morals.
But she couldn't cope with the way it had affected Salter. It had driven him stark raving mad.
The man danced around waving his gun and ordering Marty to fuck Anne even faster. The sight of Susan licking at Marty's balls made her oddly excited. A plan began to form in her mind. Vague, incoherent, but a plan. They might be able to get out of here yet.
Her attentions turned to Marty. The man was sweating profusely and his face appeared to be a mask carved from solid wood. He lunged repeatedly into Anne's softly yielding cunt, his prick vanishing all the way up to his balls every time.
"I... I, ohhhh, shiiiit!" he called out. His hips exploded into a frenzy of erratic movement. He fucked wildly, not caring about rhythm or Anne or anything. He was spewing out his white-hot jizz into her greedy little pussy.
Anne enjoyed it. She came. And Susan's contented look told Amber that she didn't mind it too much. All this fucking and sucking had taken the young blonde's mind off their dilemma. For the moment.
But reality had to return as soon as she sat and caught her breath. Susan and Amber exchanged glances and both of them looked at Salter. In that brief instant, Susan caught the idea forming in Amber's mind and gave it full substance.
It wasn't much of a plan, but it was better than none at all.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
"It looks like both the men are worn out," said Amber, her tongue feeling three times its size. She swallowed hard and decided she had committed herself. She had to carry through with this now, regardless of the consequences.
"Both the men?" asked Susan, her blond hair falling into her eyes. She pushed a strand of the lustrous hair from her forehead and let her blue, blue eyes widen just enough when she saw Salter. "Just both the men? I see a real man's prick. Not those pale imitation cocks."
"What?" demanded Salter. "What's going on here." He suspiciously pointed the gun at Amber. She looked at the end of it and it appeared the size of a fire hose. She guessed it was only a . but from the wrong side, it loomed large enough to drive a truck down.
"I was only saying that these aren't really men. Not a man like you, at any rate." She hoped lightning wouldn't strike her for what she was saying.
"You think I'm a real man?" He was still suspicious.
"Look how well you are in command of the situation here," said Susan. Amber appreciated her joining in like this. She knew it wouldn't be easy for the young girl, not after the man had so brutally raped her.
"I am in control, aren't I?" he said, almost as if realizing it for the first time. "I yell jump and all I want to hear from you is 'How high?'"
"See, Amber," Susan said. "He is so masterful. Makes me weak all over. It even makes my pussy begin to water thinking about how strong he is compared to them."
"Yeah," she hastily continued, not wanting Salter's attention on Susan for too long. He might see the strain of lying on her face. "You know how to do things. You're smart. You have to be to make off with so much money."
"Not money. Bonds," he corrected. But she could tell from the way he puffed up he was feeling their flattery. His cock visibly swelled now until it was huge. The pulsating purple head was about all that she could see. To take that into her mouth.. .
But she had to. She had to!
"See? I don't know a thing about stuff like that and you do. They don't. But you do. And who is it with the gun? It's you. You're in the driver's seat. You're smart-and strong. I like strong men." She lowered her voice and huskily whispered, "I love strong men."
She rose and went to where the man stood, a confused look on his face. She stroked over his chest, wondering if she dared make a grab for the gun. He pulled back a little and Amber decided she would get a . slug in the head if she tried anything now.
"And this is so huge. Not like theirs!" She gripped his prick between her thumb and forefinger, as if measuring it. Stroking lightly, she teased his prick until it jerked with obvious need. "Could I suck on it? Please, master?"
Amber almost gagged on the words, but she knew they had to be said. He had to be lulled into a moment of carelessness. And then she would have the gun.
Could she shoot him? Amber didn't know, but if she could kill anyone, it would definitely be Harrison Salter. He had raped and stolen and killed and she could off him without any guilt afterward. She hoped.
She held his prick as if it were some sort of ' religious relic. "Ummm, it looks so tasty!" And then she popped the head into her mouth. The woman did her best to keep from vomiting. She hated the man and hated having to play up to his vanity in this fashion. He wasn't sane and could snap completely at any second. It was a big risk she took.
"Hey, I don't want her to have all the fun. You're the only real man around here. Look at their cocks. Limp! I want some of that nice, hard prick!"
Susan joined her friend. She gripped over Amber's hand and squeezed enough to let her know they were in this together, for better or for worse. As long as the men would keep out of the way until they could get the man off.. . .
"Hey, stop that!" Salter cried. But it was too late. He had two women fighting over his prick. And both of them won.
They kissed, their lips engulfing his prick. He moved and felt the pressure of both sets of lips against his cock. The man smiled at this. Two women, one blonde and the other redheaded, fighting over him! He liked it. He liked it a whole lot.
"Keep going, damn you. Don't stop now!" he cried.
Amber's tongue worked on the left side of his prick while Susan's laved and stroked the flesh on the right. They worked slowly along the entire length until they met at the purple-tipped head. There, they kissed and worked their way back down. He jumped around, groaning and sobbing in enjoyment. Amber kept gauging his arousal by pressing her tongue into the big blue vein on the top of his prick. She could feel his pulse there. As it accelerated, she knew that he would find it harder and harder to control himself.
At the instant of coming, then they would have to be ready-both of them because the instant would pass and he would be in control of the situation with that gun again.
She worked underneath his jutting prick and lightly tongued the man's balls. She batted the hairy little bag around with the tip of her tongue before pressing into the side. She felt the tumbling and lurching of his balls inside the heavy stew of his come. Sucking harder, she managed to pull the entire sac into her mouth.
Gnawing carefully, she hoped to get the man off. She felt a strand of Susan's hair drop across her eyes. Brushing it off, she saw the other girl working back along the entire length of his cock. The blonde fastened her mouth firmly on the knobby end of his fuck stick. The way her cheeks went hollow, Amber guessed the girl was sucking for all she was worth.
They traded spots, slowly, carefully, using their tongues to arouse the man to the fullest amount.
"God, don't stop," he whined. "Don't you dare stop, you cunts! I love the feel of your mouths on my dork. It's what I deserve. All these years all the woman putting me down. Now I got two beautiful ones going down on me!"
Amber cast a quick glance up and Salter still waved the gun around in a dangerous manner. He saw her looking and quickly poked the gun into her face.
"Suck my gun! Suck, damn you!"
She had no choice. She feigned a smile and began licking and kissing the cold barrel of the gun. Amber worried that he might think it was right to simply pull the trigger. With her mouth fastened over the end of the muzzle, that would be it for her.
As soon as she dared, she moved her mouth to the side of the barrel. The cold steel pressed into her lips. The jerky movements told her that Salter was almost ready to come.
And when he did, he squeezed the trigger. Amber thought the top of her head would come off. A sudden burning in her lips told of the bullet's passage down the barrel. But she was safe. And she jammed her elbow hard into the man's solar plexus.
He grunted and there was a sick whoosh as the air went out of his lungs. Then he screamed. Amber didn't know what Susan had done to him and she didn't much care. She was too intent on getting the gun from the man's hands. She had to fasten her teeth into his wrist before he would drop the gun.
By this time both Randy and Marty had joined in. A couple quick blows and Salter was out cold.
For a long minute, they all stood there staring at the unconscious man, hardly able to believe it was over. Anne broke the stillness by saying, "Now will somebody untie me?"
Amber looked down at the dark-haired woman, seeing she still had her hands bound behind her back. With a nervous chuckle that opened the floodgates of hysteria, Amber began to laugh.
It was all over. Finally.
"I still think we should have strung him up by the balls," said Susan, looking over at Salter. The man was tied up in such a way that it would take a Houdini to get loose. They had cut strips of cloth from his coat and tied his hands and feet together. Not satisfied with this, they had looped a long strand of fabric around his neck, pulled his legs up against his ass, and then tied the noose to this. He would choke himself to death if he really tried to escape.
"You could have hung him up by his thumbs," said Marty. "I saw that in a movie once."
"I favor tossing him out the window. It's a nice, long ways to the street," Anne added. "I mean, if we can't nail him to a cross, that's the least we can do."
"We save him for the police. Sooner or later, the electricity will come back on. Hell pay for raping Susan and.. . "
"No, Randy, please, no!" the blond girl said. There was such pain in her voice that the man looked at her, surprised.
"Why not?"
"I couldn't go through the trial. I really couldn't. All those men demanding to know the most intimate portions of my life to make me out to be a heartless whore who enticed him to rape me. That's the way they always do it. They destroy the victim all over again and he'd probably get off scot free."
"Then what do you want done with him?"
"I think he'll be in jail a lot longer for the robbery and the murder. Maybe the two were tied in, you know?" she asked, pain still in her eyes. "Tom found out he had stolen the bonds and Salter had to kill him to keep him from turning him in."
"That sounds like it to me," agreed Anne.
"Same."
"Yeah, me, too."
"Okay."
For a long while there was a nervous silence and finally Marty broke it by saying, "Someone asked if there was a radio around here. Look what I found while you were trussing up our victim."
He produced a tiny transistor radio. He flicked it on and there was nothing but static for a moment, then came the droning voice of a newsman.
"The electricity will be restored in short order. There is no truth to the rumor that flying saucers from outer space produced this blackout. A relay station failed and this is what plunged the city into blackness for almost nine hours. Authorities claim that the power will be restored in less than an hour. Stay tuned.. . . "
"I don't want to stay tuned," said Amber.
"I want to spend that hour like we have been. How about the rest of you?"
But she was talking to empty space. Marty and Anne had already gone off to a secluded corner to fuck. She watched and knew that this would be one of the last times she would get to see a live-action sex show like this.
The girl felt a tremble inside that wasn't to be denied as Marty pulled out his monstrous prick and showed it to Anne. The dark-haired beauty squealed in glee and immediately hiked up her skirts. She hadn't bothered to put her panties on, perhaps anticipating such an occurrence as this.
"Stuff it in, lover," she said plainly. "I want to feel it all the way up to my tonsils!"
The man said nothing but the looks of pleasure on both their faces told Amber that the fucking was going well. The man moved slowly at first, then speeded up. She was beginning to get hot and weak in the pussy just thinking about what it was like to get screwed like that.
A hand on her shoulder made her jump guiltily. She looked around and saw Susan standing there, her blue eyes dancing with glee.
"Let's not let them hog it all," she said softly. "There's still Randy. Do you think he's up to two of us?"
In that simple question, Susan and Amber found themselves bound together more firmly than any contract ever could have done. They would start sharing everything, including Randy.
"I'm positive. He's quite a stud."
"Did I hear someone mentioning my sexual prowess?" he called from the other side of the room. "Come on over and let's see if your confidence in me is well placed."
"All I want is a well-placed prick," Amber told him. She felt eager hands hiking up her skirt and pulling down the low-neck to expose her ample tits. Susan immediately began sucking and licking the exposed breasts. Amber knew the girl would quickly move to lower regions as soon as Randy got to fucking. The feel of a tongue moving all over her cunt-lips and clit while the prick shot deep into her pussy was indescribable. She could get off on that farfer than just about anything else.
She groaned as the meaty probe of Randy's cock penetrated her. He surged into her damp well of desire and then fucked like hell. She never even saw the lights come back on. She was too lost in the wonderland of sex and fucking.
All three of them were. They might have endured hardship while the lights were off, but now that they were on again, the three of them had been bonded into an inseparable trio.
But that wouldn't occur to Amber until later, much later, after she had worn out both Randy and Susan.
