Although today's woman is constantly looking to compete with men, she is often goaded into by the very people she attempts to please. Such a person is Judy Roth, the heroine of our story. Bright-eyed, intelligent, ingenuous, and extremely naive where men are concerned because of a careful and strict upbringing, she enters a world for which she has been improperly prepared, and as a result, runs directly into one sexual disaster after another, or so she believes. Yet it is these disasters that harden her and help to make her a stronger woman in the long run.
The book is in no way attempting to advocate rape as a means by which young ladies should become educated. But it is making the definite statement that more than one young lady might be better prepared to recognize a possibly dangerous situation if she is permitted to see for herself what kind of world she is living in, rather than remain sheltered by her parents.
Life is not a bed of roses and never has been, and in order for young girls to avoid hazardous and potentially hazardous situations the stars have to be taken out of their eyes and the rose-colored glasses have to be removed. They have to understand that there are men who are basically animals and see them as objects to satisfy their masculine lusts. Until such time, young girls will continue to be taken advantage of, clearly the easy prey of some unscrupulous individuals always looking for whatever they can get.
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CHAPTER ONE
Graduation ceremonies were over, and Judy Roth was no longer a student, but now a full-fledged adult prepared to go out into the world and make her living. What made her graduation complete was the surprise her father had waiting for her when she got home. Had her parents been less naive and thought a little more clearly, they would have been a bit more wary.
Judy lived with her parents and older sister, Debbie, in a four room New York apartment all her life. Her father drove a tractor trailer, but he was also the union representative of his particular cell in the Teamster's Union local. Judy was used to union meetings taking place in her apartment when the small cell didn't want to go down to the union hall. Most of the time her dad handled the gripes and complaints of his fellow members, taking them to the head of the local, doing his best as a mediator between the big wheels and the working men. He had never been really well educated, but somehow he did have this rapport with his fellow truck drivers and the men who headed the local, and he was good at straightening out the little problems that plague every local. This was appreciated all the more since he prevented many problems from having to go higher than the local.
Being a burly man, Alfred Roth had, in his youth, punched his way through more than one scrap, at a time when might was right. He was also one of the few powerfully muscular men to realize there was a time when muscles wouldn't work. Now in his mid-fifties, he had settled down.
Because of his position with the union, Al Roth often received a small allowance over and above the money he earned driving a truck. The extra money was what had sent Judy through an accelerated business school education program at a time when she was trying to finish college, as well.
Judy, in spite of what appeared to be an outward timidity, was an exceptionally outgoing and charming young lady. She enjoyed meeting new people, making new discoveries, and doing new things. So Alfred Roth was overjoyed when the head of his local, Stanley Gonz, who had been on top for what seemed like forever, told him the day of Judy's graduation from both, college and vocational school, that he had a secretary's job open in his office. Roth invited Gonz to his home to tell the good news to Judy, himself.
Judy was so overjoyed at getting this opportunity, it never occurred to her to wonder just why the man was hiring her so easily. She took what he told her at face value.
"Your father's been a great help to the local," he told her, smiling his white-toothed smile at her while his eyes wandered up and down her sweetly voluptuous form, noting the flared pink dress she wore did nothing to hide the attributes she had in which he was most interested. "He's not only done a lot for the men, but he's saved us quite a few headaches, as well. I feel it only right we show our appreciation in some way, and this is as good a way as any, especially since we're helping the union a lot. So first thing Monday morning, you come to our office on Twenty-ninth Street, and if you can type and file half as good as your father says, the job is yours. My last secretary just went and got herself married."
"Gosh, that's terrific," Judy said, her brown eyes flashing, filled with the light of countless stars. "If it's all right with you, I'll be there at nine-o'clock. Believe me, I'll do everything in my power to make certain you won't be sorry for hiring me."
"Oh I'm quite sure of that," Gonz nodded, looking at her through slitted eyes the way a cobra would look at a helpless bird.
Judy was a stunning girl, and Stan Gonz, who knew every man in his local, as well as all the members of their families, had kept his eye on Judy for more than eight years, now. He had first noticed the budding girl when her father had brought her to the union's local office when she was fourteen. She had been almost fully developed at the time, looking more like eighteen, and she hadn't changed a bit since then, save to add maturity and roundness to her figure. It had taken one hell of a lot of willpower for the man to keep himself from putting his hands on her at the time. How he had restrained himself he would never know. Then, as now, her hair was short and swept up. She had a cute little pug nose, and rosy cheeks. Her lips were full and pouting at all times, and she had a long and slender neck. She had strong shoulders, and it was a good thing because they had to support large, rounded pectorals that looked as if they might be cantaloupes. The only one with bigger breasts than Judy was Debbie, her sister, who sported a pair that looked ready to be fired from a howitzer.
When Gonz had discovered Judy Roth had finished business school and was looking for a secretarial job, he'd fired his latest secretary, one he'd hired some few months earlier solely to crawl into her pants. She had been willing enough, but had turned out to be almost boring in bed. Now he saw a chance to bring Judy Roth within reach of his achingly throbbing cock, and he was going to take full advantage of the opportunity. Hell! He had restrained himself all this time. Now he wanted to score with the young, brown-haired woman. He'd been the head of the local for almost fifteen years, and in all that time he hadn't seen any female as close to what he considered perfection as Judy Roth. He'd be damned if he'd see her get married to some creep of a truck driver and then get fat dropping six or seven kids in the process, each one knocking her a bit more out of shape. Damn! He had to score with her, first. She was one of those females who was every bit as sweetly naive as she appeared. As far as he was concerned, that was a very good thing. He'd be able to break her in his way, teaching her what he wanted her to learn, the way he wanted her to learn it. Then, when the time came for her to finally marry some other shnook, he would have had his fill of her, so he'd be able to graciously let her go and find someone else to replace her. She was nice, really nice. Once he had her broken in, she'd be great for "entertaining" certain other important bigwigs, too.
While Alfred Roth was happily shaking Stan Gonz's hand, thanking him profusely for having given his younger daughter this wonderful opportunity, the beautiful brown-haired girl was in the room she shared with her sister, thinking. She was tired. It had been a long day. She had, in essence, gone through two graduations, though her sister had picked up her college degree while she had gone to her business school graduation. And now she had this wonderful job capping everything. Gonz hadn't mentioned just how much the job paid, but Judy was so delirious with all that had taken place, she didn't really care. Certainly it would be more than were she to work in a secretarial pool in some uptown office.
She would be able to live with her parents and help with the household expenses. Debbie, her older sister was moving out in a few days, and the loss of her part of the rent money would have hurt her parents. Now Judy would be able to take up the slack. It made her feel good to think of herself as becoming independent. She wasn't certain just why Debbie was moving out, but she suspected it had a lot to do with her sister's sex life.
Because of her father's prominence in the Teamster's' union, Judy had a false sense of security where men were concerned. Everyone knew she was Al Roth's girl, so nobody dared look at her the wrong way, much less contemplate touching her. She was far from ignorant of the relationship between a man and a woman. One didn't get past the age of seven or eight in her neighborhood without learning the facts of life from fellow playmates who always talked of the things they saw. Because of what her parents and minister had taught her, Judy sincerely believed a "good" girl never permitted any boy to go beyond a gentle kiss prior to an engagement promise, and certainly not beyond light petting until the actual wedding ceremony. Her husband was supposed to be the only man in her life permitted to play with her.
She sighed, smiling to herself. Her neighborhood was a rough one, but in spite of it all she'd been a very happy girl. Her parents had watched out for her, and her older sister had made certain to fill her in on whatever facts-of life her playmates had left out.
Debbie was a "loose" girl, and Judy knew it, though Debbie had managed to hide it from their parents. Sex came naturally to her, and she had lost her virginity seven years before, at the age of sixteen. Sheer luck had prevented her becoming pregnant between sixteen and eighteen, and the Pill took care of it, after that. Though she tried telling Judy how much fun it was, the younger girl didn't want to listen.
Monday, Judy's life as a self-supporting woman was about to start. Her nightmare would start at the same time.
CHAPTER TWO
The teamsters' local office on Twenty-ninth Street hadn't changed at all since Judy had first visited her father there, some years earlier. It was a group of rooms set in an old, brick building, which in turn sat among a myriad of other buildings that blocked out the sunlight in the city.
The rooms that made up the office were large, not because of any advance planning, but because an old building with large rooms was where the office had originally begun, long before Stan Gonz had headed up the local. In spite of their size, all four rooms were in need of paint, had torn carpeting, and were all-around seedy. The stench of cigar and cigarette smoke hung in the air, left over from the thick haze of smoke that had swirled through the rooms the previous day. The small air conditioners barely did an adequate job of cooling the rooms, much less clearing them of the cigar smoke.
The largest room had eight desks, three of which were unused. The other five desks had so called account executives sitting behind them, none of whom had done an honest day's work in his life. One of the unoccupied desks, the largest one, was for the company accountant who came in once a month to make certain no one was botching things up.
Off to the left of the main room was the smallest of the four rooms, the conference room where Stan Gonz's goons occasionally brought a truculent individual to have his head busted.
Straight ahead was a door that led to the last two rooms: the inner and outer offices of the e local's head man, Stan Gonz. His private office had a huge desk under a grimy window, and across the room was a large sofa which pulled out into a king-sized bed. The other room was the outer office, also the waiting room, and that was where Judy would be working behind a large desk of her own. There was an old, weary leather sofa against the wall to the left of Judy's desk, as well as two overstuffed chairs, though the stuffing was starting to come out. There were also a half dozen different filing cabinets, though Judy was told not to bother going near them.
Judy discovered the so-called account executives in the large room were also vice-presidents in the local, and one of them was even the treasurer, though he looked like he'd have to take off his shoes and socks to count beyond ten.
As Stan Gonz's secretary, Judy discovered the only typing she had was a few personal letters for the account executives. Her prime duty was to answer the phone and find out who was calling. When she relayed the message to Gonz, he occasionally answered the phone himself, but most of the time told her to tell the caller he was either in conference or not in.
Judy noticed the large outer room was plastered with pictures of nude girls, mostly from magazines, though occasionally there was an exceptionally obscene photograph, usually a Polaroid shot. The account executives in the local were earning two to three times the amount the drivers earned, and she, herself, was being paid two-hundred dollars a week which, for the work she was doing, seemed outrageous.
At five-o'clock Gonz came out of his private office and said, "Okay, Judy. Quitting time. Go on home."
So home she went.
This went on for three weeks. Then, one evening, Gonz poked his head out the door and said, "How about having dinner with me tonight, honey. You deserve it for all the good work you've done."
Judy was unable to figure out exactly what good work she'd done, but consented to have dinner with him. A free meal was a free meal, Stan Gonz wasn't too tall, but she was only five feet three inches tall, herself, so he was taller than she. He had short, graying hair with a receding hairline, and his small, piggy eyes were set close together, while his nose was totally non-descript, and his lips were thin, very thin. Not that he was exactly ugly. Compared to the men who worked in the large outer room, he was almost handsome, especially when wearing one of his four-hundred dollar suits with the matching twenty dollar ties.
Dinner was in a small, intimate supper club where the entertainment was exceptional and the food almost as good. Judy found herself sipping a bit too much of the grape, and when she walked to Gonz' car, afterward, she was a little woozy.
She got in, he drove, and when he stopped, some minutes later, she looked at the fancy building and said, "I don't live here."
"I wanted to show you something before taking you home," he told her. "This is my place." She didn't notice the blatant lust in his eyes when he looked at her.
Judy was dizzier than she thought, but if the boss wanted her to see something, who was she to argue with the man. So she let him help her from the car, and they walked into the building and took the elevator to Gonz's penthouse. When he opened his front door she was properly impressed by what she saw, whispering, "Oh my!" The room seemed like something out of a fashion magazine. It was elegant, and it had obviously been furnished by an interior decorator. This was the kind of room she often saw in the movies, or on TV, but never in real life.
"Glad you like the place," he smiled. "Hey, how about a champagne nightcap for the road?"
He ushered her to the sofa and she sat, her mind reeling all the more swiftly now. She watched as Gonz walked through the ankle-deep carpeting to the bar across the room with the soft blue light above it where he took a chilled bottle of champagne from a small refrigerator. Taking two stemmed goblets from behind the bar, itself, he poured the champagne into them.
Judy felt like taking off her shoes and running barefoot over the carpet. As it was, she settled for slipping them off and tucking her feet under her on the sofa, pulling her dress tightly around her knees. Gonz brought the two glasses over, handed one to her, then clinked his glass against hers, saying, "To our continued relationship, honey. May it always be happy."
Judy looked into his deep brown eyes, trying to meet his stare, and she suddenly felt all quivery inside. For some strange reason she was feeling a touch of romanticism as Gonz made the toast. It was almost like being out with a rich boy friend.
There was a decidedly masculine air about Gonz she had never been able to notice before. He was the kind of man who took what he wanted, and Judy had to admit she liked that in a man. Now, as she sipped her champagne, forgetting completely that he had supposedly brought her here to show her "something of importance," she felt him depress the sofa beside her as he sat. Then he leaned forward and put his glass on the long coffee table in front of the sofa. As he sat back, his hand seemed to carelessly stray and flutter to her knee.
Judy felt it but didn't move. Was it possible he was unaware his hand was on her knee? That was nonsense. Of course he knew his hand was there. The big problem was what should she do about it?
After thinking about the problem for all of three seconds, her more-than-slightly giddy mind decided there simply was nothing for her to do. After all, his hand was simply resting there, not moving at all. Perhaps it was simply the best available place for him to rest his hand, she drunkenly reasoned. She finished her own champagne and put the goblet on a nearby end table.
Turning, she suddenly found herself lightly encircled in Stan Gonz's arms, and before she was able to say something to the effect that he ought not to do this, or even understand what was really happening, she felt him tug her forward and kiss her lips. She wanted to panic-to turn her head and pull her mouth from his and tell him not to do that, but the older man's lips were fastened to hers like suction cups.
Subconsciously she had always wanted to be swept off her feet, but not like this. Now, even dizzy as she was with champagne, she was more than a little certain that Stan Gonz was not her dream man. He simply didn't impress her romantically enough, in spite of all the toasts and the mood he had built in the room. She suddenly felt a strong sense of panic and wanted to pull her head to the side, telling him not to do all this, but his mouth held her fast.
He was moving much too quickly, and the mere thought was terribly disturbing to Judy. When she had come up here with him she'd had no idea he would attempt to kiss her. More than a little frightened, the brown-haired girl tried worming her way from his grip, but she was deeply sunk in the cushion of the soft couch, and Gonz's arms were too strong.
Judy felt his heatedly wet tongue suddenly sliding and slithering into her unwilling mouth, licking everywhere and searching out all the hidden corners, teasing her own tongue and making her shiver. She had kissed boys this way only once or twice before, but the kiss usually ended the date, a fitting finish to an enjoyable evening, since she wouldn't kiss any boy who didn't share an enjoyable evening with her. However, this particular kiss was no goodnight kiss. Judy sensed Gonz's intent, that this be the beginning of something rather than the end.
"Ohhhhnnnnhhhh ... " she gasped, struggling to get away from the man and straining to resist. Stan Gonz simply continued thrusting his lasciviously maddening lingual extension through her trembling mouth, pushing her pretty head back into the soft plushness of the sofa. He forced her deliciously pliant body to arch against his, thrilling to the sensation of her roundly swollen breasts pressing into his chest.
Totally overpowered by the man's superior strength, Judy shut her eyes very tightly and continued her struggles, doing her utmost to tug herself away from the ardent clutch of her new employer. With the passing of moments she suddenly realized how difficult it was to escape from the man. The worst part of it was the wet sensation she felt between her own thighs. At first she was mortified that she might have actually wet her panties, but feeling the stickiness of the fluid, and remembering all she had learned in hygiene, she realized this was a lubricant manufactured inside her body. Lord! She had never had anything like this happen to her before. What was going on inside her? Why was she reacting this way? Good girls didn't behave like this, nor did they permit themselves to experience such feelings with men like Stan Gonz? Was it possible that deep down she wasn't really a good girl? Was she like Debbie, her sister? After all, her half drunk mind rationalized, being good was more than the simple thinking of pure thoughts. It was even more than the ability to keep one's feelings under control. Being good meant the innate ability to not even feel these inner emotions now coursing through her. She had to shut herself off from something like this.
With each passing second she struggled more and more against herself as well as against the union local boss. She had always believed he wanted her for her mind rather than her body. After all, they weren't base animals, yielding strictly to their inner instincts. She talked to herself, convincing herself the man truly meant her no harm, and the feelings he was exhibiting toward her had to do with his overall appreciation of her, enjoying her mind as well as her body.
All this that was happening to her was much more than she had expected, but then she had to realize she wasn't a teenager any longer. She was older now and a bit more mature. She certainly ought not to expect to go on dating men and leaving them with a simple good night kiss at the door. Men like Stan Gonz weren't exactly genteel. They expected a bit more from their women, and, after all, she was out on a date with him. She was positive he respected her too much to try taking advantage of her. After all, he wasn't married, that was well known in the union. From all the small talk she had picked up over the last three weeks in the office he didn't even have some kind of steady girl. Well then, she wasn't exactly about to really do anything naughty, was she? Just what was so wrong with letting the man kiss her?
Then she felt his hands slowly starting to move. One ran up and down her trestled backbone, and through the haze of her wine-and-champagne-fogged mind, she felt the palm slide down and cup her buttocks. He began rubbing and rotating his hand against her gluteal cheeks, and suddenly new needles of delight began wildly coursing through her shivering body wherever his hand touched her. He seemed very knowledgeable about just where to caress her shuddering flesh, teasing her totally defenseless and helpless nerves.
The man's tongue was a flaming lance in her unresponsive mouth, moving through her oral cave like a burning, whirling buzzsaw, and wherever his firm, full body touched hers, she felt a part of her starting to inwardly melt. She was aflame, and she knew this was wrong, all wrong. Aroused, she was afraid, gasping out gusts of terrified fear, but her sounds were totally lost in the soft lapping sounds Stan Gonz was making with his tongue slurping through her mouth.
My God! What am I doing? she suddenly thought to herself. Dear heaven, what am I letting myself in for? Help me!
She pushed hard, but it was too late to try and stop Stan Gonz. He was positive from her earlier response that she was infatuated with him. Her present struggles were merely a throwback to her priggish upbringing, and he intended fucking all that out of her. Judy pushed hard, struggling, but unable to stop the man. As sensuous and as femininely aroused as she was, she had the presence of mind to fight back. No matter how much she enjoyed the pressures of his body against hers, it was wrong, and she felt the lustfully responsive signals he was generating far too strong to overcome. She was a helpless victim.
"I want to see what you look like under that pretty print dress," he whispered, his words heated bolts of lust in her oversensitive ear.
"No!" she shouted. "In the name of all that's holy, no!" she gasped, watching as he released her and stood up near the sofa. She lay there feeling totally helpless, her dress rumpled, her short hair in slight disarray, feeling the sofa cushions yielding to the pressures of her soft and slender young body. She stared up, completely astonished at what she was seeing as her employer suddenly began pulling off his clothes in a wild frenzy. Embarrassment and shame flooded her, turning her face bright red. She wanted to close her eyes and shut out the entire scene, but she thought doing so might be an insult to the man, and the last thing she wanted to do was insult her boss. Men were always so ultra-sensitive when it came to their precious masculinity. She continued staring, unable to believe the fact that he finally stripped down completely. He was totally naked with grey fur covering his chest and arms and pelvis, but what really caught and held her gaze was the swollenly solid penis standing out from the silver fuzz like a thickly menacing spear.
It was the first time in all her twenty-two years that Judy had ever seen an erect penis. The sight sent terrifying chills shuddering through her. She froze, her eyes locked on the flexing phallus. She had often read about mens' erect phalluses in the naughty books her father sometimes brought home. Even then, she had only glanced in the books, never daring to really read anything, since it was so unladylike to read it. She had found it extremely difficult to picture what an erect penis really looked like, especially after watching a neighbor change her little boy's diapers. The infant had sported such a tiny, shrunken little member, Judy had been completely incapable of conceiving how such a miniscule organ was truly capable of parting a woman's vaginal lips and pushing its way inside. Now, staring at the massive branch of flesh, she wondered the same thing but for an entirely different reason. The pulsating organ seemed too long and certainly much too thick to be capable of entering any female.
Gonz looked down at her and smiled, watching the way her large, frightened eyes followed the wobbling movement of his cannonlike penis.
"You're staring at a legendary cock," he told her, plainly enjoying the embarrassment she was undergoing.
"Oh my goodness ... " Judy gasped, now more frightened and terrified than ever. For him to display his penis to her this way meant only one thing to her: he intended using the organ ... on her.
Judy sat up, suddenly realizing she was being forced into a situation she wanted nothing to do with ... and certainly not with the likes of Stan Gonz. What made it all worse was the alcohol now running through her blood vessels, working in her, building arousal and thrills as never before. Not that she felt any kind of attraction for this man. Lord, no! Yet she was trapped on the horns of a dilemma, a terrible dilemma. Now that he was standing over her, no longer showering her with kisses, allowing her fogged mind to think a little, she was feeling more and more fright. What made it horrifyingly terrible was the thickness and length of the red javelin waving back and forth in front of her face. Imagine, men put organs like this one ... so thick and long ... into the tightly narrow tunnels of female vaginas. Now this horrible man was intent on plundering her own feminine pandiculation with his thick phallus.
Judy wanted to get up, and leaned forward on the sofa, intent on doing just that. As she did so, the man leaned down and reached out, his fingers touching the zipper tab in back of her dress, and as he pulled it down, he said, "You have no idea how long I've been waiting, Judy. From the first time I saw you I wanted you, and I'm telling you right now, honey, I'm just not going to wait any longer. Tonight is the night."
"My dear God!" she gasped. "Do you mean to tell me you've been planning this all along?"
"Like I said, ever since the first day I saw you, when you brought your old man his lunch right here, in the outer office," he told her, his head nodding.
He gripped her arm and pulled her to her feet.
"What are you going to do?" she gasped.
"If you stand still, your dress won't tear," he told her, and with a quick, practiced motion tugged it over her head and off her body.
"Give me that," she squealed as he threw it behind her, then grabbed her to keep her from going after it.
"You're acting like a dumb little girl, Judy," he snapped at her. "Let's just say all this is an extra part of your job. It figures that for this overtime you'll be expecting a little something extra in your pay envelope, and I'll put it there, honey. But now you have to earn it."
"I'm not a streetwalker," she snapped.
"Turn it off," Gonz told her, and when she opened her mouth to scream, he suddenly slapped her across the face-hard, causing her to fall to the sofa.
Stunned, she lay there, feeling his hands reach behind her temporarily nerveless body, unsnapping her brassiere. Then he was pulling the straps off her arms, tugging it off. Her round, white melons were revealed to his eyes for the first time, and Stan Gonz simply stared for the moment. Each breast was tipped with a light, pink nipple in the middle of a large, circular coral halo the diameter of a silver dollar. Horrified, afraid of being slapped again, Judy simply lay there, allowing him to peel off the rest of her garments; her pantyhose, her half-slip, and her panties.
Her mind was working as swiftly as possible under the circumstances as she attempted to assess her position. She was still able to scream and make all kinds of loud, raucous noises. Suppose someone did hear and call the police, then what? Would they break into Stan Gonz's apartment? He had a lot of friends on the force. It was well-known. And if the police did break in, then what? They'd be staring at her starkly naked body when they arrived. That many more men seeing her helplessly naked form would embarrass and humiliate her even more.
She lay there, a helplessly exotic creature as Stan Gonz slavered, staring at the light tuft of brown hair between her pretty thighs. He noticed the hair on her pelvis matched that on her head. It had been a long time since he had fucked a woman who didn't use some kind of rinse on her hair. The hair was just enough to prove she was a woman instead of a puling girl, but sparse enough for him to see the richly pink and pouting inner labia surrounded by the puffy outer lips. A touch of glistening moisture was lining her simmering slash, making Stan Gonz realize he had indeed been affecting her to a point. She had been heating up right up to the moment he had slapped her.
Reaching out, Gonz turned off the nearby table lamp, making the room-lighting a little softer. With only one lamp on, he was creating an exotic atmosphere. He liked to fuck exotically. That was the only right way to do it. Eventually it might be just the thing to bring her around to his way of thinking. If possible, he wanted her willing. Rape was something his trucking goons enjoyed. He much preferred a good, willing cunt. In fact, he wanted his pussy more than willing. He wanted it anxious. He wanted to feel the tight interior of a feminine vagina squeezing around the hard thrust of his inplunging penis, and for the cunt to squeeze, it had to be willing. For a woman to simply lay there, or even fight back, meant her vagina simply would not properly respond the way he wanted. He wanted to feel the tightness of vaginal muscles crush and squeeze and really pressure his thrusting penis. Heck, that was the reason why he had finally unloaded Judy's predecessor. The damn broad had merely let him instead of enjoying it along with him.
Looking up, the young, brown-haired girl suddenly realized Stan Gonz was the only thing in sharp focus. Everything behind him and around him was a soft blur. He moved closer and sat on the edge of the sofa, making her gasp, afraid he would hit her. When he reached out, she recoiled. His hands touched her arms for an instant, and she pushed her palms out, pressing flatly against his hairy chest. But even as she pushed, she felt his strength as he slowly pulled her toward him, then wrapped his arms around her, and her trembling body was being pulled up, up, up, drawn against his until her trembling balloonlike breasts rubbed against his chest. Gonz's mouth was on hers, smothering her, and then his pink tongue was lancing into her unresisting mouth again. Judy shuddered, and then she fought, slapping at his chest with open hands, then pummeling him with closed fists, but it was all so hopeless. He felt nothing, and she inwardly thought he was laughing at her. His mouth pressed ever more firmly against hers as he kept her on her feet.
The combination of his burning kisses and the alcohol in her shuddering veins was beginning to affect her more and more. Her mind was swimming and she didn't know what to think as she found herself being absorbed into his mouth like food into a paramecium. Judy's mind reeled and she no longer knew what to say or think. Little by little she found herself melding to him as if becoming a part of him. She sensed his upright, throbbing thickness-that massive length of flesh he referred to as his cock-rubbing between their bellies, leaking its oily slickness against both of them.
His kissing stopped, very abruptly. At least his mouth was no longer pressed against hers as it began branding itself against her long and slender throat.
"Ohhhhhhh ... uhhhhhh ... n-o-o-o-o ... " Judy gasped, weakly struggling, trying to push him away, fighting his caresses, but also fighting her own inner desires.
It was a losing battle right from the start. His mouth continued lower, pressing against the white top of her fleshy breasts, and Judy realized he had every intention of definitely fucking her. Fucking? What a disgusting word, and yet it connoted her feeling at what he intended doing.
She gasped, not wanting it to happen, yet unable to prevent herself from wanting to discover this experience. Yes, she was just like Debbie, her sister. She was a tramp, impure, unclean, and far from being truly innocent. Far down in her inner being there lurked a horrible demon who, she sensed, was anxious to do all these forbidden and evil things. With each passing moment the wickedness inside her was becoming more and more powerful.
Judy shuddered as Gonz kissed a little lower, and she waited, thinking to feel his mouth on her nipples. He fooled her by passing her breasts and kissing the flatness of her pretty, white belly, making her gasp even more, and Judy swayed, thinking she was going to faint from all this excitement. When he'd pulled her to her feet so suddenly, he'd caused the blood to drain from her spinning mind, and now she was in danger of losing her balance and falling. She shuddered, feeling the flaring contact of her belly against his seething lips. Icicles slid up and down her backbone as she began to fully understand precisely what was going to happen to her. She, who had never so much as said the word "damn" before without feeling as if she had committed some evil deed, was now totally naked and with a strange man she had barely come to know over the past three weeks. He was just as naked as she, and though she didn't want it to happen, this man was going to ... to fuck her. Now she understood why Debbie had moved out, wanting an apartment of her own. Debbie had explained how much she enjoyed men, and with her own apartment she was able to be alone with them and do all the wicked things she wanted to do. Debbie was as internally incendiary as she, only Debbie was giving in to these urges, willingly.
Thinking about her sister, a year older than herself, and why the girl had taken a private apartment, Judy clenched her fists, and in doing so, suddenly had a firm grip on Stan Gonz's iron-grey hair.
"Thatta girl," Gonz encouraged. "You hold on tight."
Was he crazy? Why in heaven's name did he want her to hold on tight?
The answer came an instant later as he lips slid lower on her belly moving beneath the sparse brown V of her pelvic hedge, pushing into the coral bog that was her already soaking vagina. His hands were on her upper loins, prying them farther apart as his thumbs were caught in the wispy tendrils of her pelvic hair.
The pressure of his lips against her lower labia made her screech with disbelieving delight-mingled-with-horror as she understood precisely what this wicked man was doing. She gulped, and when his tongue shot into the shuddering depths between her tender lower lips, she yelled even more loudly, twisting and turning on her feet. His tongue sank into the throbbing slice of her seething vagina, licking the flanges of flesh that were her inner labia.
Judy immediately pulled her body back, trying to escape the shockingly wet contact as she felt his hands move around behind her and cup the rounded cheeks of her rear. He tugged her lovely loins even closer to his hungering mouth, his tongue lapping hungrily at the small, hidden nodule of her tiny clitoris.
"No!" Judy screamed. "No, no, no, don't you understand, that's dirty, filthy, disgusting!" and she pushed her hands against his head, staring at his grey hairs, watching the entire top of his head bob up and down as his tongue continued licking and lapping, making obscenely loud slurping sounds in the tightly clamped together lips of her vagina as she managed to finally press her thighs against each other.
How in the name of heaven can he do this? she asked herself.
Whatever she had expected, whatever fears had lurked inside her, she certainly hadn't thought he would perform this sickly twisted kind of lovemaking. His face was pressing between her clamped thighs, his tongue still eeling into the crevice between her outer lips. How was it possible for a man to even think of putting his lips on such an area? Wasn't she dirty down there? Not that she didn't constantly wash and clean it, but after all, that was the area from which she urinated. That he should even consider pressing his tongue against it nauseated her. Certainly decent people would never try making love in this manner. What she had expected was bad enough, but this ... nightmare ...
Gonz reached up with his hands, pressing them flatly against her belly, and he abruptly shoved, hard. Judy jumped back just in time, and he walked forward on his knees. In order to keep her from escaping, one of his hands once again reached behind her and squeezed a buttock.
Judy continued trying to pull away, feeling herself pushed and tugged at the same time until the backs of her knees struck the sofa behind her. Then she felt herself being tumbled onto the sofa cushions. He swept his hands under her thighs and lifted them over his shoulders, preventing her from regaining her balance, then he once more slid hands between her thighs and pressed outward, applying pressure with his thumb as she tugged the softly pink inner folds of her virginal orifice apart.
Her thighs spread wide and her eyes gaping with shuddering alarm, Judy struggled to push the man from between her legs. Dear God in Heaven this was so distortedly ugly and perverted. His face stared at her for a moment from between her thighs, wet with her vaginal secretions, dripping the colorless fluids onto the sofa cushions. The very obsceneness of what he was seeing revolted Judy. Somehow, in some way, she had to escape from here, even if it meant losing her job. The mere idea of being alone with such a twisted man terrified her.
Once again she struggled, but her struggles were in vain as she found escape completely hopeless. There was no way this man was going to let her go until he had completed his vilely distorted deed. His single obsession at the moment appeared to be the need to continue lapping her vagina, drinking the seething froth from within as quickly as it was manufactured. The sofa cushions were soft and she sank deeply into them. It was a four-piece sectional, including a hassock on which he now kneeled while before her, delving his head into the mystery that was her pink cunt. Her roundly firm breasts trembled as she looked down at her lascivious employer who, because he had her thighs on his shoulders, was forcing her body to almost twist as he hovered over her, bending her into an S-shape with her nakedly vibrant, drippingly pink pussy higher than her lovely face, and her kicking heels pounding against his back.
Judy understood how helpless she was at that moment. Her shell-pink orifice was wide open- to the man's lustful eyes and mouth, a completely helpless sacrifice as she lay with her shoulders pinned to the sofa. She groaned, feeling so totally denigrated and helpless, humiliated beyond belief by what this evil man was doing to her. His hands were no longer inside her thighs, because his face was there, keeping her loins apart. Now his fingers, like poisonous spiders, were walking up the length of the front of her body. His mouth hung widely open, saliva dribbling from his hungering lips as he slithered his tongue out and let it dangle. Then he pressed forward with his hungering face, his nose once again moving against the sweetly soft and fleshy lips of her vibrating feminine orifice.
Contrary to Judy's beliefs, there was nothing in any way dirty about her vagina. In spite of the fact that she was a virgin, she performed her daily ablutions with almost religious fanaticism. Because of this, she fastidiously cleaned and rinsed it, gently drying it with a towel at home, and toilet paper when elsewhere. After each voiding, she took time to wash and pat dry her vaginal tunnel. She did the same thing following an elimination, making certain her anus was carefully cleaned. Her loins always had the fresh sweet scent of lilacs because she used a floral scented soap, and the combination of that and her own sweet, fresh natural scent was driving Stan Gonz absolutely insane. She had the most delicious cunt he had ever eaten, bar none, and even now, as his delving nose spread her hair-fringed labia slowly apart, he breathed deeply, thrilling to the wonderfully delicious scent of her. His glaring eyes stared into her foaming depths, and then with a gasping sigh of hungry slurping, he lowered his head and pushed the full length of his licking tongue all the way into her seething dehiscence, feeling her warm labia press against his cheeks.
Judy began weeping and wailing as she felt the lascivious pushing of his lapping digit. Her whitely naked, round buttocks were up in the air with her shoulders and upper back grinding into the sofa's softness beneath her. Its velvet, rubbing against her silken flesh, aroused her that much more in spite of her constant desire to fight this thing. The pressure was becoming too much for her.
Pressing her elbows into the soft cushions, digging them deeply in, Judy managed to raise her head, and she stared at the wicked sight of her employer applying his lashing tongue to her lathered vagina. It was all so totally unreal she found it all but impossible to believe all this was actually happening to her.
Thinking back a few weeks to the day Debbie had moved into her own apartment, Judy recalled her older sister saying many things she hadn't understood at the time. One of the things she had said was, "A kiss on the lips is fabulous depending upon which lips a man kisses you."
Judy had been totally uncomprehending at the time, confused as to how many pairs of lips a woman possessed. It simply hadn't occurred to her that Debbie had been referring to vaginal lips. Now, as Gonz's tongue continued slickly slithering through her seething furrow, she realized her sister had been a party to something like this, probably more than once in her life. It was also apparent Debbie loved it. Now it was all happening to her, and because her mind was closed to it she was determined not to surrender to her base emotions and enjoy it. Her body, on the other hand, was reacting without her approval, and was unable to deny the thrilling sensations pouring through every tingling nerve. What had originally felt like a sloppily wet and leeching feeling, as if a dead codfish were being run up and down through her pink division, was now a heatedly burning tickle working its way shudderingly through her vagina, delving deeper and deeper into her trembling body. The more his tongue licked, the more heatedly aroused she became, and tough her brain still refused to accept what was happening, her body was thrilling to it.
Her mind was spinning and whirling as wonderfully thrilling sensations continued bursting through her body. How in heaven's name was she able to permit herself to accept this? The answer was simple: she couldn't accept it. On the other hand how was she to stop him? The answer, unfortunately was equally simple: there was no way to stop him.
Tomorrow, when she walked into the union office, how would she be able to look this man in the face? How would she be able to look him in the eye, knowing his was the face that had kissed and licked her vagina, turning her normally dry well into a flooding pool of lust? His mouth was continuing to defile her seething vaginal ingress, and as far as she was concerned this meant the man would have, little, if any, respect for her in the future. She had already pleaded and prayed for him to stop doing what he was doing, and he had turned a deaf ear to her. There was nothing more for her to do but lie there and let him finish this obscenely disgusting feast. And so she lay there, her hips uptilted, her thighs wide apart, her knees dangling over his shoulders, feeling his mouth suck and slurp, continuing the wickedly shameful deed it had begun. Her mind was praying he would finish very shortly, but her body, in defiance of her mind, was aching for more and more and more.
For the first time in her young life, Judy felt totally helpless and alone. Though she knew what would happen to Gonz if she told her father what the man had done to her, she also knew the Mafia Family that backed him up might not take kindly to one of their influential members having the blazes beaten out of him. So even though her father was a powerful man, there was no way he'd be able to either help her or revenge her without putting himself, and possibly her mother, in jeopardy.
Staring up between her tilted-back breasts, Judy sighed, seeing Gonz's eyes staring into her face like some kind of vulpine beast of prey, enjoying the death throes of the victim it was eating. His hungrily licking tongue continued to madly torment her inflamed vagina. His eyes seemed to be laughing at the wet tears of helplessness rolling down her cheeks. It was as if he sensed her body was on his side, even though she was shouting to him to the contrary.
Indeed, Stan Gonz, staring down at her, was fully aware she was now his, completely his ... his to do with as he pleased as long as he continued to somehow or other please her passionate young body. Jesus, but she tasted good, really good. Usually he lapped a cunt either to build heat in a female, or simply as a courtesy to the girl he intended fucking, but this cunt was something superbly out of this world. This cunt was something not even Colonel Sanders was ever able to match.
He also knew that having been brought up in a rough neighborhood, she was too smart to go home and tell her father what was happening to her, tonight. A code of silence existed. It wouldn't be long before he'd have her begging him for this kind of tongue-treatment on a regular basis, and if she proved she knew how to move her ass when he finally plugged himself into her ... and if she learned to obey him without asking all kinds of dumb questions ... he'd suck her dripping cunt dry every time-and love it.
He had to admit he enjoyed eating her tasty cunt. He enjoyed it very much. Gonz was really wild over the taste of this particular cunt, but no matter how much he, personally, enjoyed sucking the sweet nether lips of her tasty pussy, she was enjoying it even more, though she was not yet ready to openly admit it. Christ! What a sweet, refreshing, almost minty taste. No taste of dead fish about this sweet little girl, like so many other cunts he had forced himself to lick one time or another. This sweet young thing was so completely thorough in her hygiene habits, he actually tasted the flesh that was her, and nothing else-and she tasted good.
Her body was writhing insanely, and it was only a matter of minutes before she began squirming completely out of control. He almost had her where he wanted her, now.
Smirking, he pressed against the underside of her knees, pushing them down a bit more, pressing her kneecaps into the highly sensitive spikes of her upstanding nipples. This completely exposed the plane of her beautiful vagina to his hungering eyes. He stared at it without actually looking, his hot breath washing all over it, and that was when Judy suddenly became aware that no matter how evil and wrong all this was, now that his tongue was no longer pressing against her vaginal slash, she wanted it. Oh Lord! She actually wanted it. She wanted to feel it back there again. What was wrong with her? She mustn't succumb to this villainy.
Now to really drive this lovely bitch out of her skull, the wicked Gonz thought, lowering his head, using his thumbs this time to pry her buttocks apart.
There, directly before his hungering gaze, was the lovely rosebud of her little brown crinkle, her anus, smelling as deliciously sweet and clean as the rest of her wonderful body. It wasn't often one came across an asshole like this ... made for lapping. He intended to fully utilize it.
Leaning forward, he extended his tongue as far out of his mouth as was humanly possible, pressing the point of it into the tiny writhing center of her squirming anus. The abrupt pressure of his lingual point wetly touching it made her asshole suddenly contract, the sphincter instantly refusing to accept the oral member, and Judy gasped out loud.
Dear Lord! she thought to herself, realizing she had been willing, almost eager to accept that first obscenity he had forced on her quivering vagina, but now he was doing something much more disgusting and obscene.
"Ohhhhh n-o-o-o-o-o ... "she cried out loud, and once again her inflamed body refuted her verbal cry by inwardly screaming, yes, yes, yes. She was whimpering, but that was the extent of her refusal. Her loins were already opening wider of their own accord, displaying the delightfully wide-open wetness of her vaginal incision along with the tight crinkling of her puckered anus. Her squirming torso urged Stan Gonz to continue, and inwardly he laughed as his mouth continued working on the hot rectum of this tenderly sweet and inexperienced young secretary he had so recently hired. His nose pressed between the seething lips of her frothing cunt as his tongue strove to delve all the more deeply into her rectal tunnel. He licked furiously, pushing hard with the oral organ, working on her sphincter again and again, repeatedly lapping at it, making it relax the littlest bit more with the passing of each second. Then, when he decided it was relaxed just enough, he slithered his tongue through the doughnutlike muscle into her seething asshole. He felt the inner hole slowly contract, but he had the tip of his tongue all the way inside, driving the poor woman thoroughly mad. Judy let him know precisely how he was affecting her by the way her buttocks bounced up and down on the sofa cushions.
The young woman gasped and shuddered, feeling tiny goosebumps covering her trembling body. Her hands, for lack of anywhere else to go, now clutched her nakedly bobbling breasts. She sobbed, filled with humiliation as she felt her inner self slowly responding to his deepening tongue-thrusts. She pumped her rounded buttocks higher and higher, literally beating them against the man's face. The pure obscenity of what she was doing caused the flaring heat in her tender body to build to higher peaks. Each time his lancing tongue knifed into her tight rectum the woman twitched and jerked her trembling buttocks back, and every time his tongue retreated, she literally hurled her rounded asscheeks against his face, opening her anal orifice, seeking to suck the lapping digit inside. Helpless little spasms of licentiously mounting heat started blistering their way through her wide-open nervous system.
The thrilling realization came to her that her body was definitely no longer merely accepting what his tongue was doing to her, but craving more and more of it, and this made her conscience cry out as she inwardly wept with horrified shame at all that was happening. To think, her physical self was so totally possessed of the devil it actually needed more of the vile workings of the man's lathered tongue. Her naked loins which ought to have been struggling and fighting to escape from all this were now openly wriggling and writhing with obvious delight. She gritted her teeth tightly together in an effort to regain some kind of mental control over her tantalized body, but even as she did so she realized it was a lost cause. The depth of wondering sensation in which her body wallowed like a pig in mud was so intense, her mounting emotions, like an incoming tide, were rising higher and higher. Soon they would totally inundate her mind, and she realized she would outwardly, verbally surrender herself to all this. Before it was too late she pleaded a final, silent cry to heaven, begging she be forgiven for permitting her body to exult in such continuing evil.
Stan Gonz felt her struggles turn to responses of licentious lust, and he knew he had once again won. He always won, that's why he was top don in his local. Now to settle down to the full enjoyment of what he was doing. He pulled his tongue from her quivering anal center and plunged it back into her seething vaginal opening, and as he lapped, he thought back, picturing all the other women with whom he had done this. Not a one had been able to resist the wetly heated flicking of his consistent tongue, just as this warmly, heatedly intense, wetly burning vagina had finally surrendered. Jesus God! He always tried remembering something exceptional about the various vaginas his mouth had tasted, but with the exception of certain unpleasant recollections, such as those with a particularly herringlike taste, they all seemed to blend into the single vagina. Compared to the one he was enjoying now, they had all been tasteless. Hell! This was one fabulous cunt. One thing he was able to recall was the reactions of the various girls whose vaginas he'd lapped. The majority simply lay there like dead horses with wide open thighs, allowing him to continue lapping into them until they achieved a climax. Some very few responded a little, bouncing their rubbery buttocks, letting him know he was truly getting to them. This one was different, though. This one was special. Her body responded as if it knew it had been made for sex. Everything else was one big lie, even if her mind refused to accept this simple fact.
Her wonderful powder-puff-covered vagina was his for as long as he chose to continue enjoying and using it, even if she fought it. She was his as surely as a bull belonged to a matador, and knowing this made Stan Gonz totally uncaring as far as what the woman was now going through. The challenge of making her want him had been the singularly most important thing. Most of the females with whom he'd had carnal connection had been unresponsive, at first, and the majority had eventually learned to respond to the best of their ability. True, not one of them had been able to respond as this lively young girl had done. God, but she really knew how to move that lovely little ass of hers. Yes, he would be able to make good use of her in the future, and not merely for himself. Now, like a true matador, knowing the kill was his, it was time to deliver the coup-de-grace. It was the tocque de muerty-the moment of truth.
His lengthy tongue lapped into her seething vagina once again, using a softly circular motion between the softly tender drapes that were the labia of her delightful pussy. He lapped thrustingly, strongly, but not harshly, pressing against her vibrating clitoris with every upward lick of his wickedly slurping oral digit.
The change in the way he was licking into her produced a change in the young woman's inner sensations as they continued coursing uncontrolled through her trembling body. She felt as if she were being completely devoured by the mouth gorging itself with her genital flesh.
Her shamelessly inflamed young loins were vibrating as they twitched upward, moving in what appeared to be a spastic motion, wriggling in madly insane abandon, slamming up against his mercilessly lapping tongue. Although she didn't want to, Judy finally accepted what was happening to her, realizing resistance would merely prolong this all the more. Her fingers reached out and grabbed what was left of his graying hair as she crammed her vaginal fount to his lusting mouth. Totally forgotten, for the moment, were any of her parents' teachings, as well as thoughts of what she believed were common decency. All that remained within her now was the desire to enjoy the thrillingly forbidden pleasure she was feeling. Now that her mind was open to it, the sensational thrills were far greater than anything she might have imagined from what her sister had told her.
Gonz inwardly grinned, totally satisfied he had conquered her delightful body, sensing how much greater was her inner sensuality than that of any other female he had ever known. He had made a smart move in getting this chick into his web. He had originally planned to fuck her until he got tired of her, making use of her body to please his "friends," as well. Sensing how much resistance there had been in her initially, he knew better than to think he'd simply lapped it all out of her in one night. This one was a rebel, and if he wasn't careful, she'd find some way to make trouble. No, she wouldn't go screaming to her daddy ... she was too smart for that. The smart thing to do would be to build some kind of false sense of security in her while he continued fucking her, and put her into some kind of a vulnerable position so that when he finally did dump her, she'd be unable to exact any kind of revenge. She oozed with sex, but he sensed the hidden temper inside this lovely little girl. He knew something was going on in the back of her mind, and he'd have to think ahead- but later, much later. Right now it was time to enjoy the fruits of his labors.
Once more lancing the full length of his tongue far into the wetly trembling walls of her seething vagina, he gripped her body, firmly. His face felt the tickling wetness of her fleecy vaginal hairs caressing his cheeks as the thrilled young woman hurled her body upward with anxious desperation. She ground her nakedly straining buttocks against his continually pressing face, crushing her wet vagina solidly against his working mouth. His tongue drilled even deeper into her, thrilling her hot vaginal interior as his lips shaped themselves to the rest of her vertical slash. His mouth kissed her vaginal opening again and again, and her youthful loins clamped themselves tightly around his cheeks. Her wetly soaking cuntal walls clung to his moving tongue, clamping ever more tightly around his in-thrusting oral digit. Her hotly pulsating foramen continually opened and closed repeatedly, but each time it opened it wasn't as wide, and each time it closed it appeared to clutch his tongue all the more strongly, pulling the oral probe deeper and deeper into her sucking embouchure. The heatedly steaming cavern of cunt appeared to desperately tug on his flicking tongue, reluctant to let it slither out, even for the smallest fraction of a second. Her heels continued drumming against his back, beating against his spine and forcing his face deeper and deeper into the wonderful trap of her clutching cunt. He was forced to hold his breath at one point. It was either that, or suffocate. His nose was massaging the tiny, pulsating extension that was her vibrating clitoris, while his mouth opened even wider to drink in the outpouring wetness of her lustfully splashing oils. The very taste of her made his throbbing penis pulsate all the more anxiously.
He wanted to slam his hard, seemingly brittle cock into her body right now, but to do that would break the spell of his lapping tongue. He had to make her peak this way, first. There was always plenty of time, afterward, to sink his hard cock into her and tear out that useless hymen. Hell! The important thing was to make her come ... to make her realize what it felt like to have an orgasm. Once she learned what that felt like, it would be a lot simpler to deflower her, since she'd know what was waiting at the end of everything. Hell! This was the kind of chick capable of having more than a single climax. Her orgasmic boiling point was a lot lower than that of many of the other broads he'd tongued. She was the kind capable of many apexes once a cock was firmly buried inside her ... even her first time out.
Sweat broke out heavily all over Stan Gonz's shuddering body as his working tongue continued spearing into the steaming channel that was her vagina. He was intent on making this woman his complete slave. Not that she would ever kneel and pray to him, but if he gave her enough climaxes in many different ways, a time would eventually arrive when all he'd have to do is look at her a certain way and she'd start getting wet between her thighs, whether she admitted it or not. Like a gluttonous gourmand he lapped into her fire-lined pussy as the cords in her neck and thighs strainingly stood out. Judy's hands tugged harder and harder, pulling grey strands of hair from the man's head.
There was the sound of hurricanes filling Judy's ultra-sensitive ears and then the world seemed to be swept up in a whirlpool of solid emotion. She choked, feeling the power of overwhelming breakers battering her shuddering body, feeling herself buffeted in one direction and then another, slammed this way and that as turmoil spilled through her shattered brain. The climax took total control of her, making her thrash wildly about, madly kicking and pounding her heels against his back as she gasped for air, clinging tightly to the man's head as his tongue sent thrills crashing through her body again and again.
Slowly, very slowly, everything washed away as cool air touched her vagina, making her realize his head had finally come away. As her roiling intestines settled, fatigue overtook her. She shut her eyes and sleep washed over her as definitely as the orgasm she had undergone.
Stan Gonz was on his feet, staring down at her. This was something he hadn't counted on, but it didn't faze him. Walking over to the phone, he called her home and told her mother she had been working so late, she had simply fallen asleep, and so he had put her up in a hotel. Then he picked up her sleeping, naked body and carried her into his bedroom, putting her in his bed.
CHAPTER THREE
Judy slept soundly, very soundly the entire night. Gonz had known she would, and thought he had hidden her clothes, he hadn't bothered locking any doors in case she might awaken before him. There were no worries on that account. He awoke the next morning at a little after eight, and Judy was still asleep. Fine, except for the fact that his cock was aching and if he didn't bury it in her shortly, he'd die of pain from what was known as azure testicles. He showered, his erection refusing to diminish in size, and then toweled himself dry. He returned to the bedroom, still totally naked, in time to see Judy awaken.
At first the young woman had no idea where she was, nor was she able to understand why she felt so lazily good. Lord! She felt wonderful. It was the most singularly magnificent feeling she had ever known. She remembered Debbie, her sister, telling her about such feelings ...
Suddenly she remembered what had happened the previous night, and looking around realized she was not in her own bedroom. Sitting up, pulling her covers up around her naked breasts, she stared at the equally naked Gonz and said, "My parents!!! I haven't been home. They'll know ... my God! They'll know."
"They'll know nothing," Gonz assured her. "I phoned them last night and took care of everything after you fell asleep."
"After I fell asleep? Goodness, do you mean you ... while I was asleep???"
"Hell, no, I don't go in for things like that, honey. I want you wide awake when the time comes for me to perforate that hymen of yours, which I intend doing this morning, right after you make use of the bathroom facilities."
"What kind of a monster are you?" she asked.
"I'm a real son of a bitch, honey. You see, this time there isn't going to be a fight. This time you're going to do precisely what I want you to do. You'll do everything short of actually inviting me to do it, because I'm not the kind of guy who's sadistic enough to force you to do that."
"You must be insane," Judy snapped.
"Go ... go to the bathroom and do whatever you have to and we'll talk about it after we put some breakfast into you. I don't like fucking on an empty stomach."
Judy went to the bathroom and took care of all her needs, including a long, hot shower with the hope of washing Stan Gonz's mouth from her vaginal interior, though by rubbing herself there she did remind herself of the wonderful orgasm she had enjoyed the previous night. It might have been wicked, but it was wonderful ... a whole lot more wonderful than Debbie, her sister, had said.
When she was finished, she emerged from the bathroom with a fluffy white towel wrapped around her. Gonz had ordered breakfast from the coffee shop, downstairs, and it had been brought up. Judy followed the smell of coffee into the large eat-in kitchen. Though she was certain she wouldn't be able to eat a thing, the moment she sat down her stomach began rumbling, and she realized for some unaccountable reason she was ravenous. She ate the eggs and bacon and bread and butter, wolfing everything down after which she washed her throat with three cups of coffee.
When breakfast was over, they went into the living room and sat on the couch where everything had happened, the previous night.
"Now I suppose you'll rape me," she said, almost casually.
"Though the prospect is very appealing," Gonz sneered, "I like my cunt willing, which is what you are going to be in fifteen minutes, once the food starts settling."
He put on some FM music and they listened in silence for almost twenty minutes. Then he turned off the high fidelity stereo set, and said, "Okay, Judy, it's time."
"I won't go willingly," she insisted.
"Judy," he told her, "you know what kind of power I have in the union."
"It doesn't affect me in any way," she insisted. "I can always get a job elsewhere."
"You won't," he told her. "You'll see. But that's not the point. Your father is three years away from retirement. If I get him fired, he'll have no pension, no union pension, and he'll be too old to start all over again. So you see, either you fuck, or your daddy gets fucked-figuratively, of course. I'm not going to waste any more time, honey. I'm going into the bedroom and I'll wait exactly three minutes for you. Your clothes are on the shelf in the hall closet. You can get dressed and leave, but once you walk out that door, you take daddy's job with you. Or you can walk into the bedroom and get the fucking of a lifetime. I have no time to fool around any longer." He turned and walked into the bedroom, and Judy sat there, stunned. She knew Gonz was cruel enough to do as he said. He was cruel enough to do precisely what he'd said he'd do, and though it really wouldn't be her fault, Judy knew she'd be blaming herself from then on.
Slowly, reluctantly, she got to her feet, knowing she really had no choice at all. She walked into the bedroom where Gonz lay sprawled on the bed, his penis as long, thick, and hard as ever. Not once had it softened during the time they had eaten and talked.
"All right," Judy murmured, hanging her head. "You win."
"Of course I win," he nodded as she removed the towel. "I always win. I'm Stan Gonz."
Naked, she went to him and lay on the bed beside him. He smelled of the same deodorant soap she had used in the shower. She was thankful for that much, anyway. Gonz began by kissing her lips, her cheeks, and her eyelids. She lay there, determined not to respond. Even if she had to fuck, as he put it, there was no law that said she had to enjoy it. He kissed her stomach, kissed her thighs, and even her pubis, and Judy automatically parted her legs, even though she didn't want to do so. Her body remembered too much, damn it all. Her body wanted more of what she'd had the night before. But Stan Gonz had enjoyed his fill of her vagina the previous night and had no intention of eating what Judy would one day come to know as "hair pie" for dessert, now.
"You're wet, already," he whispered. "That's good, Judy, that's very good. Shows you're a very responsive young lady. I knew you would be. You'll respond whether you like it or not."
His fingers slipped between her sodden vaginal lips and he began palpating her clitoris, feeling it swell and enlarge in spite of the woman's attempts to shut her mind to what was happening. When he pressed the little bud more firmly, she gasped an involuntary, shuddering sigh, and more of her vaginal oils spurted out and washed his hand.
"You're ready," he assured her. "Hell, you're as ready as you'll ever be. So just relax and keep those thighs apart, honey. It'll be a lot less painful if you do as I say."
Judy was crying, tears pouring strongly down her cheeks, but she lay back, arms and legs spread wide as Gonz climbed on top of her. He looked down, gripped his throbbing phallus, and began poking it between her thighs, pressing it against her shudderingly coral lips. Judy opened her eyes when she felt the rubbery head contacting her labia, and she saw Stan Gonz's face staring directly into her eyes. He leaned down and kissed her firmly on the mouth, very savagely. She tasted the want in his kiss, and though she tried fighting it, she felt her own body shuddering with needful desire, as well.
Gradually, very, very gradually, he applied pressure, and Judy felt an awesome male solidity where there had only been wet softness the night before. She was about to be, as Gonz had so crudely put it, fucked. Heaven help her. Why had she not been able to foresee this man's lasciviousness? Surely there must have been a way to avoid this unpleasantness. Why was this horrible man, whom she had come to hate, being allowed to penetrate that most intimate temple of her body? The thought dismayed her even more, and as he pressed, she tensed, preparing for the pain she knew had to come. Debbie, her sister, had been insistent about detailing her own defloration, and though she hadn't wanted to listen at the time, Judy was now glad she did. She was all set to experience the hurt she knew had to come.
Instantly then, as she felt the spongy firmness and solidity of his pulsatingly throbbing heatedly hard penis against her trembling vaginal lips, she suddenly gasped and shoved against the man's chest, saying, "Mr. Gonz, do what you want, but don't make me pregnant. Not even that is worth my father's job."
"You won't have one," Gonz told her. "Though I may be potent, I learned a long time ago I'm very sterile. I had a doctor check me out. Though my balls are good for keeping my voice masculine and growing a lotta hair all over my body, there are just no sperm cells to be reproduced. I'm the last of the Gonzes, honey. So I fuck enough to make up for all the ones that'll never come along. You'll never become pregnant, you sweet bitch."
Judy shuddered and forced herself to calm down. All right, she thought, totally resigned to what was going to happen. I don't want this, I don't want this man inside me, but there's no way of avoiding it. She did her best to relax and tried forcing herself to loosen her muscles, but her stomach muscles had tightened, and she was afraid she'd get a cramp and then Gonz would believe she was trying to make another excuse. She breathed deeply, and felt her stomach starting to relax, and was certain she had succeeded in calming down-until the massive crimson head of Gonz's penis began rubbing against her clitoris, and she instantly tightened up again. Little by little, very slowly, very carefully Gonz began gentle up and down movements with the tip of his throbbing organ, rubbing it through the crack of her vaginal slash, lubricating his penis on her slippery emissions. Now a tentative probe, the knob of the phallus parting her inner lips just a little bit. It pushed, and the tip was inside her inner lips. No pain, yet. Surprise! It was supposed to hurt the first time according to Debbie, but no hurt-yet. No, no, this wasn't the least bit painful, though she did feel a little stretching discomfort. In spite of the little irritability there wasn't anything to really annoy her. On the contrary, it was feeling good, really good.
Gonz contented himself with gently moving the penile head up and down, thrusting the tip in and out of her moistly slippery furrow. Against her will, and against all her inner struggling, Judy found herself becoming excited and heatedly aroused. This evil man seemed to know all the right things to do to make her feel good. Inwardly she was starting to glow and glimmer, and heated desire was starting to well up again, just as it had when his tongue had slurped through her. The mere thought of what was going to happen chilled her, but remembrances of what his tongue had done the night before kept her vagina all sodden and juicy. His moving, solid flesh, rubbing both up and down and in and out of her inner lips felt like the restless pacing of an anxious tiger preparing to crouch in order to spring on its helpless victim. Again and again it rubbed up and down in her helplessly narrow vaginal slit.
Judy's labia were quivering, but not with fear. Though her own mind was shuddering, her body was asking for more, recalling the wonder of the man's licking tongue. The pressure was maddening to her.
"Like it, honey?" Gonz asked. "Yeah, you do. Know something? I think I wanna hear you beg for it, after all. Come on, Judy, make the boss happy. Beg me for my cock. Tell me how much you want me to fuck you."
"N-No," Judy insisted. "I'd never do such a disgusting thing."
"Remember, daddy's job is on the line, honey. Come on, now. Beg, just a little, and use some nice, dirty four-letter words, just to make me happy."
Although she would never admit it openly, knowing this entire sordid business was shameful and terrible, Judy realized her body did want the man inside her. She wanted to be filled with him ... to see if what Debbie had told her was true. But to beg? How low did she have to sink?
"Beg!" Gonz insisted.
"P-Please do it to me," she said without feeling.
"You can do better than that. Come on, Judy."
"All right, damn you, fuck me, you rotten bastard."
"That's better, but with less hate and more desire. Come on, Judy. You can do it. Make me feel good, and I promise I'll make you feel good."
"Fuck me!" she gasped, ashamed for saying it, and more ashamed that she really meant it. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!"
"That's the girl. More! I want to hear more!"
He continued the maddening tease of pushing his penis slowly in and out of her vagina; a little bit in, a little bit out. There was no reason to hurry, and certainly no reason to worry.
"Must I?" she sobbed, the tears pouring down her cheeks.
"Don't break the spell," he insisted. "Come on, sweetie, say those words that'll make old Stan a happy man."
"F-Fuck me!" she said again, shuddering, knowing more than he did how much she meant it, also knowing how vile and evil all this contemptible business was. "Fuck my c-cunt. Give me all of your c-c-cock. Push it in, hard and sure."
Stan Gonz kissed her, and Judy responded, kissing him back, wrapping her arms around him, unable to stop herself.
"You're one helluva girl, Judy," he whispered with their lips still mucilaged together, and he slowly pushed inward just the littlest bit more, until another inch of cock was lodged in the heated hall of her shuddering cunt. That was when Judy began feeling true discomfort, and yet ... it felt wonderful. Her vagina was stretching ... she felt it. The thick penis was too broad for her, but her body was opening to accept it. She was wondering why he was hesitating when he eased back a little and remained where he was, with his penis lodged solidly in the entrance of her vagina, and it rubbed up and down again and again. The pain was gone, and she found herself moving with him, actually cooperating in her own forced defloration. Excitement was building in her all over again as was the lust written all over his face. She was getting used to the thickness of his penis, and she realized her vagina would stretch to accept his throbbing thickness, after all. A moan filled her throat, and though she was ashamed of herself for thinking it, she knew, deep down, she wanted it all inside her, even though she hated the man attached to it. She wanted to feel everything.
Her breath coming in heavily short pants, she spread her thighs even wider, raising her knees.
"Good girl!" he told her. "Now listen to me. I know you're a virgin, so you have a choice. I can keep on going slow and easy, and this'll drag things out for a good fifteen minutes to a half hour, or I can plunge right in, break your cherry, and get the pain over and done with in a hurry. You tell me."
"F-Fast," she gasped. "Fast and hard ... shove it all the way in. Do it, already damn you and get the pain over with."
He pulled his ass back a little the tip of his penis barely inside her trembling little hole, then he took a deep breath and crammed it forward, driving the entire length into her until his testicles slapped against her asscrack.
"Eeeeeee yyyyyy aaaaaagg gggghhhh-hh!!" Judy screamed, a searing white lance of agonized torture bursting through her. She felt she had been torn apart by a thunderbolt of energy that was pure pain. Great God! This was her punishment for having consented to this vile happening. She had to be dying the pain was so totally overpowering and inundating. Nothing, but nothing in her entire life had been this agonizing, before. Nothing her sister had told her had prepared her for this kind of terrible pain. She shrieked again, and an apprehensive Gonz clamped his hand over her mouth, then removed his hand and smothered her cries with his own lips, kissing her again and again as the jagged lightning of torment became raking little razors, then turned to mere knife-edges of excruciation.
Judy struggled though he threw all his weight on her. She writhed under him, doing her best to throw him off her, kicking and violently squirming as she twisted her body from side to side. She was so violent, she almost did manage to dislodge him, and he had to slam forward to refill her bloodied cunt with his solidly masculine weapon. Her fingernails dug into his back, and she tore great, raking lines through his flesh, as she tried every possible way to tug her vagina away from the impaling fleshdart of agony. Each movement only deepened into her. Finally she lay still and unmoving, her legs flat on the bed, feeling the combination of her lubrication and blood mingling on the covers beneath her buttocks, her muscles as tense as steel cables, her body shuddering like that of a helpless bird picked up after having fallen from its nest.
Except for having to silence Judy's gasping screams, Gonz had forced himself to remain absolutely still with no movement at all since his return to her shuddering cunt. He was buried inside her as far as he was able to go, and to him it felt deep enough to come out her throat. Tears streamed down the terrified girl's lovely face in great profusion. After a moment Gonz lifted his mouth from hers.
"The worst is over," he told her. "This was the best way, believe me. Had I been gentle, we would have been here all morning penetrating your hymen. The pain would have been even more intense, and what's more, it would have been dragged out a lot longer."
"Oh shut up!" she yelled at him, weeping large tears of sorrow for her lost virginity.
"Stop acting like an infant," he snapped. "You damn well knew it had to go sooner or later. Just how many goddamn women do you think are virgins when they get married today? Forget the statistics. The truth is, almost no woman is a virgin when she becomes a bride. Hey, in a way I'm doing you a favor. Look at it this way. If I didn't do this, then your husband would be the guy causing you pain, and that would mean your hating him instead of me. So in a way I'm doing you a big favor."
"Thanks a heap," she snapped. "It's a good thing you're sterile or next you'd be doing me the favor of siring children on me ahead of time, to save my future husband-whoever he maybe-the trouble."
"See," Gonz told her. "You still have your sense of humor. Come on, Judy. That lousy little ribbon of hymen had to go sometime. So I'm the lucky guy who got it. Hell! If there'd been some way for me to take it out intact and have it bronzed, that's just what I would have done."
"Don't be more disgusting than you already are," she told him.
"That's my girl. If it makes you feel good to insult me, you just go right ahead and do it."
"Oh, you son of a bitch," she said, sniffling.
"Look, I didn't want to cause you this pain. It's an unfortunate part of the process known as cherry busting."
"All right, all right," she snapped back at him. "Finish this so I can go find another job."
"Don't be ridiculous," he told her. "You're staying on as my secretary."
"So you can-do this to me again?"
"Stop being a horse's ass. I could threaten you with the taking of your father's job if you didn't fuck again, even if you did leave. So stick around and at least make some decent money. Jesus! You go to work somewhere else, you'll be doing eight times the work for half the money, and you know it."
Hell! He was right. Her virginity was gone forever. There was no way to regain it. She might just as well keep the job. He was also right about using her father's job as a threat to lay her any time he so wished. So now she was a secretary and a whore, as well. There had to be a way out of this. If there was, she'd find it.
The pain was now lessening in her body. She was able to feel the thickness of his penis stretching her walls without additional agony tearing through her.
Gonz's cock involuntarily twitched, making her aware he was still buried inside her. Hell! There was no question about that, was there! Earlier, when she had inwardly felt she had wanted it all inside her, she'd had no idea what that had truly meant. Well she had it all, all right, and now she knew what it meant. She sure as hell knew what it meant. The man was deep, and there was no way on earth for him to go deeper. Hell! If his penis was a yard long he wouldn't be able to go deeper. There were an awful lot of heatedly hard inches attached to him now buried inside her, pulsing away like a second heart against her inner womb. There was still some pain, but it was a mere echo of her earlier torment. Her vagina was crammed with the thickness of the organ and stretched, it seemed, to capacity.
Or was it?
Without realizing it at first she felt one inwardly sympathetic and eager little muscle starting to twitch in her vagina. Each time her muscle twitched, Gonz's penis responded with a shuddering throb. The solidly muscular shaft took the lead, pulsating repeatedly, and her vagina responded with a shuddering vaginal contraction which brought an unexpected gasp of pleasure from the man. Somewhere inside her, in her shuddering depths, in the very bottom of her vagina, she felt inner cuntal muscles automatically coming into play, moving against the pulsating head of his throbbing cock. Yes ... yes ... she felt it ... felt all of it ... all of him, and it was starting to feel nice. The throbbing part of this animal that was buried in her was building all those nice, wonderful sensations Debbie had talked about. God! It felt so warm, so sensational, so wonderfully good. So many thrilling sensations were building up down there. It was the very center of her shuddering being. She even felt his stiff pubic hairs as well as the wiry hairs on his wrinkled scrotum tickling her anus, and the sensation was suddenly very, very pleasurable.
Without realizing it, Judy began experimenting with inner muscle movement-mostly the muscles in her vaginal tunnel and in the clenching cheeks of her buttocks and inner thighs, She lifted her knees again and dug her heels into the bed, then dipped her pelvis and she felt his hard rod slide an inch out of her. Whoops! That hurt, just a little.
Stan Gonz smiled, enjoying her movement. Hell! He was willing to let her take the initiative ... at least for the moment. She gingerly pushed up with her pelvis and she felt his thick lance burrow back into her again, like a sword pushing into its scabbard. Did that hurt? It was a question now, no longer a definitive statement of fact. Suddenly she decided it really didn't hurt. Oh there was a bit of discomfort, but all the pain was gone, and because the pain was gone she was starting to feel some good things. Oh yes, yes, yes! Once again she dipped her pelvis and Gonz's cock slowly withdrew, this time about two inches. Then she forgot herself for a moment and eagerly slammed up. "Uuuunnnhhhh!" The grunt involuntarily came from her. Son of a gun, it hurt again.
Gonz felt it was time for him to take over.
Putting pressure on his knees and forearms, he pulled back again, and before he was able to push forward, Judy was lifting her pelvis. This time there was no pain. The little two-inch movements continued for a minute or so, each one becoming less painful than the one preceding it until there was not only no pain, but no discomfort. She was lubricating heavily, and the oil mixed with the blood from her broken hymen to form an especially viscous oil, and she discovered she was able to handle thrusts of three inches. Slowly now ... and very gently. Thrust-withdrawal, thrust-withdrawal, thrust-withdrawal ... three and a half inches ... four inches ... four and a half inches ... easy, easy, easy.
Judy felt her body returning to life. There were inner feelings of far-off ecstasy as reverberations began burning through her, making her breasts and upper abdomen shudder. The pulsating metronome of her employer's throbbing penis was moving in and out of her in time to a vibrating rhythm only the pair of them were able to hear. Now almost all the pain was gone. There was a velvet wonderfulness now deep inside her womb, and it was electric. The sensation feeling grew until the electricity arced its way across nerve-endings and ganglions to short out her center of reason and sanity in a shower of sparkling shudders. Nothing mattered now but man and woman-penis and vagina. The young woman began wildly spinning her hips in a circular motion as her buttocks thrust up and down around that marvelous instrument of thrilling delight. Her inner vagina was once again moving with a mind of its own-paying fealty to the masterful shillelagh battering into it. Her vaginal muscles surrounded, enfolded, and enclosed the throbbing penis, caressing and massaging it, not wanting to let it leave her for even an instant. She was being soundly and roundly fucked. She was being fucked. Though she hated this man for visiting all the horror and pain on her and creating all kinds of misgivings in her, she loved what she was feeling. God forgive her but it felt so good. Her vagina was hungrily attempting to devour his throbbing penis. It did more than merely engulf it. The inner muscles were squeezing it like chewing teeth. Her inner body was attempting to pull his entire body inside her own being through the tiny little opening between her thighs.
The throbbing cadence increased, and Stan Gonz's penis began pulling out to its entire length before slamming right back into the new home within this lovely woman's body, filling her wet inner caverns with its entire self. Judy sensed what was happening inside her. She was almost able to visualize it, even though she had never seen anything like it, before. In her mind there was the sight of thin, soft pink ridges that were her inner vaginal lips clinging lovingly, puckeringly to the heavily long and thick penis as it withdrew while she was screwing her buttocks into the mattress. Then there was the re-entry-that fiery thrusting from a cold and lonely outer space-pushing the soft folds of her shuddering vagina back into her. The man's glistening penis, like a round, all-white Roman candle with a red top continued spearing into the warm depths of her shuddering vaginal maw, thrusting deep into her throbbing interstice.
Now Stan took complete charge of all that was happening between the two of them. It was, after all, his show. She was happy to let him do so. Pain was forgotten now. It no longer existed. There was no pain on earth capable of making headway against the exquisite velvetiness building up inside her. Like a matador with his whirling cape, his movements were expertly pinpointed and aimed at guiding her to a point she had intuitively been seeking all her life without realizing it. She was coming closer, closer, but still not close enough. Her body thrust harder, begging Stan Gonz on to deeper, even more rapid thrusts. Her hands reached forward, her nails sinking into his buttocks as she wantonly pulled him deeper into her.
Good God! There was that oncoming feeling again. It was at least as powerful, if not more powerful than the sensation she had felt the previous night when she had thrilled to the pressure of the man's tongue thrusting through her. She felt it mounting higher and higher, and even if she had wanted to stave it off, which she didn't, she would not have been able to do so. Her body seemed to be taken over by some overpowering, outside force, and her upward thrusts became more and more urgent. Her mouth was half-open in a grimace of lust-filled wantonness and ecstasy. Her tongue was pressing so solidly against the edges of her lower teeth it. was starting to bleed. Her breasts continued wobbling, the nipples, previously richly pink now blood-filled and a deep red, standing so far out they looked ready to fall off. The first far-off rumblings of a powerful earthquake began quivering in her shuddering womb. Now she was literally hurling herself against Stan Gonz's penis, a marling attempting to dislodge the hook that was spiked into her. It was building ... building ... building ... it was now.
"Now!" she gasped, and her back curved like an English longbow, arching up off the mattress, and her thighs and knees, like powerful vises, clamped around his rear and thighs. Her hands reached beneath her and she grabbed for Stan Gonz's dangling testicles, rubbing it seethingly against the anal pucker between her buttocks as if trying to actually stuff his balls into her rectal cavity.
Judy threw herself back on the bed and her body began twitching uncontrollably. Her feet and lower legs began to pound unmercifully against the mattress, and she made loud gasping noises feeling as if her tongue had lodged in her throat.
The thrilling convulsions of sexual pleasure continued, the young woman felt an exaltation that was more powerful than any religious fervor she had ever known. Lust raged in her nerves, her muscles, the very pores of her flesh. Above everything the thought reached her that her sister was right. If she was able to feel this way with a man she detested, how much more wonderful and beautiful would this be with a man whom she might love. Now, for the first time she began to understand Debbie's fervent lust for this. She was wrong believing nothing would equal the sensation she had been enjoying for a moment later she bellowed, "EEEEE YYYYYAAA ... RRRR RGGGG HHHHHHHH!!" and she heaved her hips up more violently as a second orgasm shivered through her trembling body. While she was in the throes of this second climax, she felt Gonz's penis swelling inside her. It filled her throbbing cunt like a swelling balloon, hot and hard, continuing to expand. Then it began throbbing, and then there was a liquid explosion inside her.
He was blasting into her vagina with pulsing regularity.
Though she knew, even in the throes of orgasm, that all this was wrong, she ached to know what it felt like to have a man come inside her, and so she wordlessly encouraged him, thrusting her body higher, clinging more tightly with her thighs, gripping him with her hands, in essence surrounding him as a spider would a helpless fly, and she felt the first heated spurts as his ejaculation began spewing into her. Her vagina instinctively squeezed the throbbing instrument, sucking at it, draining the whitish oil bursting from it, straining to pull it all into her. His spurtings were white-hot lava completely filling her female cavity, and when his volcano continued to erupt, the molten flow was spilling out of her pinkly quivering quim, flowing down her crevice into her anal crevice, spreading across the bounding white mounds of her buttocks, washing them with its heat. The feel of the sperm inside her was almost as thrilling as her own orgasm, and she enjoyed the slipperiness of it against her belly, her buttocks, and her thighs.
Little by little the steel rod deflated like a balloon with the air let out, and when Stan Gonz would have pulled out, Judy clenched her vaginal lips tightly shut, refusing to allow him to exit. She didn't want to lose this feeling, and once the penis was out of her, the thrilling sensation would be gone.
Gonz made her relax, then withdrew his limp cock. He was tempted to have her lick it off, but at the last second changed his mind. She was content for the moment, and he wanted to keep her that way. Plenty of time for everything else, later.
CHAPTER FOUR
"What else did he make you do?" Debbie asked, staring at her sister in disbelief, unable to accept the fact that her prudish baby sister was no longer a virgin.
"Afterward, we showered together and he made me fondle him for awhile, to get used to touching a male penis, he said, and then he dropped me off at the union office while he went on another appointment. Debbie, I don't know what I'm going to do. Just how I got through work without breaking down today I'll never know," Judy said.
"I wish you'd spoken to me before accepting that job," Debbie told her. "I know three of his former secretaries, and if I had known you'd be going to work for him, I would have stopped you, cold. I also know what his next move will be, since he did the same thing with all his secretaries. It's going to be his downfall, too. This is the chance to stop Stan Gonz."
"What are you talking about?" Judy asked, looking at her sister, who was no less pretty than herself. Debbie had long, flowing brown hair, with an oval face, wide brown eyes, a cute, upturned nose, and full lips just like her sister. Physically, the girls strongly resembled one another save for so Debbie's much larger breasts. Debbie had to wear a special brassiere to make them look smaller.
"We're coming to the first of the month," Debbie told her. "Ever first of the month Gonz brings his special accountant in to doctor the books and make it look as if everything is going fine, while he continues skimming a lot of money from the union dues constantly being paid. I learned this from the other secretaries. As a special favor to the accountant, Gonz orders his secretary to go out with the man, or to arrange a date for him. When the accountant comes, you'll find some excuse not to go out with him yourself, and you'll set me up with him, instead. Tell him I'm your innocent older sister who's timid and shy. I know this guy. He likes to intimidate helpless women. I'll allow him to 'intimidate' me, and get him to take me to his house. He has a big mouth and likes to boast about his work. I want to get a good look at those books and see where he keeps them. If we can get our hands on them and bring them to the higher-ups in the union, showing how Gonz has been ripping off the union, we can move Stanley Gonz out of power and hold new elections. I wouldn't be surprised if we can get pop elected head of the local. Then he'd be able to stop driving that damn truck and earn some decent money. He and mom would be able to move into a nice little condominium of their own, and you'd be able to have your own apartment."
"Do you really think it'll work?" Judy asked.
"Why not give it a try," Debbie said to her. "This'll teach everyone that no one can get away with taking advantage of the Roth family."
"Debbie, you're something else."
"No, I'm just a woman who likes sex any way she can get it. And believe me, with this accountant, I'll be getting it, good."
"What do I do in the meantime?"
"Stay out of this," Debbie insisted. "This way, Gonz won't be able to make any direct accusations against you. Stay in the public eye. Have a good alibi for the time I'm stealing the books."
CHAPTER FIVE
The accountant turned out to be a crafty individual with a rugged body and a fairly handsome face. His name was Drew Fargo, and the animal in his eyes was obvious the moment he saw Judy. He had come to the office expecting to get laid by the same old dreary secretary he had been banging for the past three months-the one who never really mover her ass. Seeing Judy was a pleasant surprise.
Fargo was young to be in a position of such importance, but he apparently knew his business, which was why Gonz had hired him. He smiled at Judy, sitting on the edge of her desk while waiting to go into Gonz's office, and Judy had the good sense to smile back as if she meant it. He continued smiling all the way into Gonz's office, and a half hour later, Gonz came out while Fargo went to one of the desks in the outer room, and he walked over to Judy, saying, "Judy-honey, I need a small favor."
Gonz hadn't tried anything since that morning he had deflowered her, and Judy was constantly surprised at his almost-ingenuous countenance when he spoke with her, as if butter wouldn't melt in his mouth.
"What can I do for you, Mr. Gonz?" she asked.
"You're a good kid," he nodded. "You learn fast. Look, my boy Drew, over there, needs a date for the evening. What say you go out with him, show him the sights, you know."
I know, she thought to herself. Aloud, she said, "I'd love to, Mr. Gonz, but I'm not feeling too well, myself. If you want, I can call my sister. Maybe she isn't busy."
"Hey, you're really all right," Gonz said, and kissed her lightly on the mouth because no one was looking at the moment. "You're gonna work out just fine. You do that, honey. Set your sister up with Drew. Then, when you're feeling a little better, you and I can go to my apartment again."
"If that's what will make you happy," Judy told him, batting her eyes at him.
Oh yeah! This chick learned fast. She was no dummy.
Stan Gonz realized what a gem he had in Judy. It would be a while before he considered dumping her, all right. She was good at everything, including typing. He reached down behind her and squeezed her buttocks, then went back into his office.
Judy picked up the phone and called Debbie, who was a private secretary in a large accounting firm-which was why she knew all about books, Debbie was more than ecstatic. She knew all about Drew Fargo from Stan Gonz's three former secretaries. The man was insatiable.
When Drew walked over to Judy's desk afterward, thinking he had a date with her, Judy, still smiling at him, told him she had arranged a date with her older sister, a timid, rather shy girl. She showed Drew Debbie's picture, and when the man saw the size of Debbie's breasts, his eyes nearly fell out of his head. What was even more interesting was the fact that Debbie's lips had the same full pucker to them Judy's had.
He hurriedly left the place and went to his apartment, where he showered for a long time, then shaved. He rested after that, preparing his body for the ordeal he intended putting it through that night.
At eight o'clock he was at the address Judy had given him, pushing the apartment buzzer. When the door opened he wasn't the least bit disappointed. Here was one fabulous-looking girl.
When Drew Fargo did something, he did it in style. He took Debbie to the swankiest nightclub, and Debbie, while careful not to get drunk, sipped champagne, and put on a timid act, encouraging Drew to become bolder and bolder. She let slip that she worked in an accounting firm, herself, and admired accountants for their intelligence.
"You really wanna see some good accounting?" Drew asked, seeing this as a perfect opportunity to get her to his apartment.
"Certainly," Debbie replied, her voice soft and meek.
"You willing to take a chance and come to a man's apartment?"
"Oh, I'm certain I can trust you," Debbie replied.
It was almost ten o'clock when they left the nightclub, and twenty minutes later they were entering Drew's small, but opulent apartment. The furniture and the carpeting was all of the finest quality. Drew showed her around the place, including the wallsafe he had hidden behind a sliding bookcase. Debbie watched as he twirled the dial, remembering the numbers where he stopped. He opened the safe and reached inside, pulling out two large account books, and for the next twenty minutes showed her which was the book shown to the heads of the Teamster's Union, and which book had the true figures. He was proud of his skills, and Debbie made certain to show her appreciation for his abilities.
There was a huge velvet pit grouping in the middle of the room. Debbie took the two account ledgers there, spreading them on the coffee table as she sat on the edge of the deepest sofa, and she looked, seeing how Stan Gonz ripped off the Teamsters' Union for more than a quarter of a million dollars a year. He had been doing this for more than ten years and had salted away two-million dollars himself, while spreading the rest around to underlings. Debbie figured a hefty chunk of his two-million went to the godfather backing him, whose name was also in the correct account ledger. Something like this would set organized crime back a good five years in the labor unions, if it was put into the right hands.
Drew Fargo believed Debbie to be impressed with the way he manipulated numbers, never once thinking she understood anything else in the book. After she had looked at the books for more than fifteen minutes, he said, "Enough of that. Let's you and I get down to more important things," and he put the ledgers away.
"What are you talking about?" Debbie asked, as he sat on the couch beside her, her heart racing at the prospect of being seduced for a change rather than being with a man who knew how much she liked it.
"I dig you," Drew told her. "I dig you a lot."
He kissed her, and she pretended to tremble with fear. She didn't kiss back, and when he finished the kiss, she said, "I'm afraid, Drew. I mean, I hardly know you ... "
"Hey, what's that got to do with it?" Drew asked. "Tell me, do you like me?"
"Well ... yes ... I suppose ... "
"Not suppose. Do you like me?"
"Yes."
"Good, because I dig you the most. I want to do things with you, but I'm not the kind of a guy who's going to twist your arm and say you have to do this or you have to do that."
"I'm glad," Debbie murmured, sitting back on the sofa and leaning against him, nuzzling his cheek. "You won't make me do anything wrong, will you?"
"Well look at this, this way. The only thing that's really wrong is when you hurt someone. I wouldn't dream of hurting you. So in that sense I'm not going to make you do anything wrong."
"I knew you were a nice guy the moment I saw you," she said. "All the other men I go out with insist on putting their hands all over me, trying to touch my ... well, my private area."
"Well I'm going to make love to you," he admitted, "but if you want, I won't touch that sweet little pussy of yours."
Debbie blushed on cue, then asked, "How can you do something like that?"
"Well, I'm not going to touch you, but are you afraid of touching my ... uhhhhhh ... private area?"
"You mean you want me to ... "
"I want you to fondle it, for starters, if you aren't afraid, that is."
Debbie sat there, appearing to be momentarily frozen, and he got to his feet, standing in front of her, waiting for her to make the next move, saying, "If you promise not to run, I'll get undressed and make it easier for you. Will the sight of me, naked, scare you?"
"I'd feel so silly sitting here fully dressed with you naked," she told him, giving him an opening.
"Well, suppose we undress together. I won't touch your cunt unless you give me permission, fair enough?"
"Fair enough," Debbie agreed, and stood.
The two of them hesitantly took off their clothes neatly folding everything and laying it all out on the backs of chairs.
"Wow!" Drew gasped, looking at her body with the upstanding breasts.
Unlike her sister, Debbie had nut-brown nipples with equally brown circles around them. Her skin was a light tan, not white like Judy's. She looked at his penis and had to admit Drew Fargo had a formidable organ.
Debbie sat in front of him, her hands unmoving, as if she was afraid to make the initial move. Drew reached down, grabbed her hand, and wrapped it around the thick column. Debbie had to admit he was thick, all right. Not many men had a heft like this. She pretended to want to pull her hand away, and Drew kept his own fingers tightly wrapped around his penis.
Debbie made believe she was frightened and forced a tremor through her body, but Drew, confident in himself, was certain he'd be able to heat her up in no time. The woman was inwardly amused, noting any intelligent man would have taken the time to heat her up before the two of them undressed.
"Rub it," Drew gasped, feeling the thrilling touch of her fingers. She might have been new at this-as far as he knew-but there was something about the way her fingers moved, almost as if pressing the holes in a flute, that made him want to hit the ceiling. "Keep squeezing it like that," he told her. "You can feel how hard it is, inside, and how smooth the hot skin is on the outside. Feel it from top to bottom and sort of get used to it."
Debbie allowed another shiver to course through her when he finally removed his hand from hers. She gave the impression of wanting to unwrap her fingers from around the thick hardness of his wantonly solid cock. Her palm moved as if it was too hot to continue touching. Her hand opened and released it, but she didn't pull her hand away. Instead, she kept her hand hovering over the pulsating organ, and he remained standing in front of her, shuddering himself, anticipating, calculating, and too smart to hurry her.
There was something about this chick that got to Drew Fargo. She seemed to be so innocent, but that hand of hers, when it had grabbed his cock, seemed to know it all. Christ, but she was the best thing to come along in quite awhile. Maybe he'd be able to set up something on a semi-permanent basis with this one. What would be even better would be to screw both, her sister and herself, together. Man, that would really be something.
Debbie's fingers were widely spread, as if not knowing what to do at that point. She acted as if she wanted to take her hand away, but she kept it hovering above his penis as if undecided whether to put her hand down or continue. All this time Drew patiently waited-Debbie had to give the man an A-plus for patience. He might have been working for Stan Gonz, and he might have been a little underhanded when it came-to twisting the account books, but Drew Fargo was not basically a bad guy. Debbie decided she would spend the entire night with him.
As if she had finally made up her mind, she reached a quivering hand back to the now-white-hot cock. First she rested her fingers against it, and then she slid her hand forward, letting her palm touch it. She slid her hand back and forth along the top of the phallus, and finally she slowly, carefully wrapped her fingers around the telephone polelike organ, as if first beginning to comprehend that as hot as the penis felt it wouldn't sear the flesh from her palm.
"It certainly is hot," she gasped, her full breasts quivering, making Drew Fargo lick his lips.
"Yes, it's hot like the inside of your cunt," he told her.
"I've ... welll ... never felt anything like it before," she lied to him. "I mean, after all, it is very smooth to the touch, yet the outer flesh looks so mottled and ridged. It's doing all kinds of crazy things in my hand, throbbing, swelling, trying to jump, pulsating. That bright reddish-purple dome on top seems to constantly expand and contract. When it does that it releases more of those slippery drops. I think I have a liquid like that inside me."
Softly, tenderly, with great care, her shuddering hand continued caressing the lavender head, and when a drop of the slick oil fell on her hand, she automatically rubbed it back into his penile flesh. The faster she rubbed his cock, the faster the seepage came out, and soon more was seeping from the eyelike slit than she was able to rub back into his flesh. It coated her fingers each time they tugged the hard cock upward. Her pulling hand was shortly causing the fluid to flow with such consistency she had to cup her other hand beneath the penis to catch the overflow. Soon a pool of sticky liquid had formed.
"Where can I get rid of this?" she asked, pretending to still be naive.
"Why don't you taste it?" Drew asked.
"What?" she gasped aloud, pretending to suddenly become very frightened.
"Oh come on, Debbie. You heard me," he said in a soft tone of voice. "Just lick it with the tip of your tongue. Give it a taste," he told her, perspiring with anxiety, wanting to see her pink tongue touch his fluid.
"That's crazy," Debbie told him.
"Hey, not at all. You know, tasting the fluid is part of all that we're doing. You'd be surprised how much fun it can be. It's a body oil that comes out of me, and it's supposed to wet down your vaginal tunnel, along with your own liquid, making it easier, if and when you ever decided to let me fu ... uuhhhh ... well, you know. You already know your own body produces a similar liquid, So go ahead and taste it. You'll see, you'll like it."
"No, no, I won't do anything like that," Debbie told him, outwardly terrified, inwardly aching to drink the pool down before it evaporated.
"Come on," Drew begged. "Give it a try. You'll see, you'll like it, you truly will." And to prove his point, he dipped a forefinger into her palm and touched it to his tongue, saying, "See. If I can do it, you can do it."
Still pretending to be terrified, Debbie leaned forward and sniffed the fluid, wrinkling her nose as if expecting to smell something awful. "Well," she said aloud, "At least it doesn't smell bad." She visibly inhaled strongly, holding her breath, allowing her tongue to extend between her pouting lips, its tip barely touching the oily puddle in her hand. For an instant she let her tongue remain hanging out, as if afraid to bring it back into her mouth, but then she seemingly gathered her courage and brought it back in. A moment later, she said, "You're right. It's tasteless, even if it doesn't taste good." She proceeded to lick the rest of it from her palm.
"See," Drew told her. "Now that really wasn't so bad, was it. Now that you've taken the first step, it's going to be easy for me to keep my word to you about not touching you between your legs while doing things with you."
"How's that?" Debbie asked, all wide-eyed and innocent.
"Uh ... well, what I'd like now is for you to open that gorgeous mouth of yours and wrap those fabulous lips around my cock. I mean, it's just as easy as everything else, and if you relax your throat you'll be able to swallow the whole length, pulling the head right into your throat. I mean, I know my cock is kind of long and thick, but all you have to do is keep the throat muscles relaxed, and you'll be able to do it easily."
"Are you sick or something?" Debbie asked, feigning indignance. "I'd never do something like that."
"Why not?" Drew asked. "I mean, I can tell you right now, this is something you'll come to like just as much as I'll like it. You'll see. I mean, you must've read books where men and women go down on each other."
"Well I know men do it to women," she teased, "but I had no idea women did it to men, too."
"Hey, it'd done all the time," Drew said in his most convincing voice. "For me to have someone special, like you do it, will make the thrill that much greater, Look, all you have to do is open your mouth and let your tongue act like a sort of plank along which my cock can slide. My cock'll feel as good on your tongue to you as your tongue'll feel to me. I want you to keep your lips forming a tight ring, and I want you to slide 'em back and forth around my prick. Now here's the most important thing: when I shoot, you have to have my cock jammed all the way into your throat and you-have to keep on swallowing so your muscles will press around the head of the cock and give me the full thrill."
Debbie gave him a look as if to let him know he was sick. She shuddered, saying, "It sounds like you're the one who'll be getting all the thrills, while I'll end up with a stomach full of ... uuuugggghhhh ... sperm."
"Hey, it's just that I promised not to touch you down there. If you want to let me touch and kiss you down there, well, I'll be more than happy to oblige."
"I don't know ... " Debbie shrugged.
"Hey, look I dig you. I mean you're really special. Sure I try to come on with every chick, but you ... well you're someone I'm learning to like a lot. I could've kissed you and hugged you and run my hands all over you, and soon we'd either be on the couch or the floor fucking away like bunnies. But I don't want to be that way with you. I want our relationship ... and we are definitely going to get something going ... to be good, really good. I want it so that neither one of us is afraid to do anything with the other at any time. Jesus! I want to be able to see you more than just this one night."
"Are you telling me the truth?" Debbie asked, feeling inwardly thrilled, because she was fast coming to like Drew Fargo. "I mean, if you're not just handing me a line, I guess I'd be willing to learn how to do anything with you."
"Hey, will you stay with me all night?"
"If you really want me," she told him.
"Sheesh! You just bet that lovely little bottom of yours I do. Honey, you'll love sucking as much as I love being sucked, and if you give me the okay, afterward, I promise to definitely reciprocate. I'll bet you really have a tasty pussy."
"I-I don't know what to do."
"Come on, Debbie. Suck my cock."
Debbie inwardly shrugged. She had run out of time. She had to get down to business now. The man wanted his cock sucked, and she knew that was just what she was going to do. Oh, she had known it all along, but the time had come. It was barely possible this was the beginning of a nice relationship. Even if she got the books for Judy, there was no law that said she had to tell where the books came from. She wanted to keep Drew Fargo out of prison ... at least for as long as he was willing to make her happy. Besides, he did have one helluva cock, there. She had been aching to wrap her lips around it the moment she had seen it, just as she was aching to feel it in her cunt.
Debbie was twenty-three years old, now. As far as she was concerned, it was time for her to settle down with a man, even if the man wasn't marriage-minded. Drew Fargo was the kind of man who appealed to her, and even if she intended double-crossing him by bringing his ledgers to Judy, she wanted to protect him to the best of her ability. Drew was a good-enough accountant to make a living legitimately. She might even be able to swing him a job with her own firm. Even so, she had to make him believe she was sucking his cock not because she initially wanted it, but because he was so convincing-one way or another. She had to make him believe that it was his mastery over her that was making her do it, and as a result, she was pleasing him.
Drew Fargo had been more than patient. With almost all the other broads he hadn't gone through this dumb rigmarole. True, all the other broads didn't attract him like this one. She was something terrific. She had a body that was fabulous, and if she was able to suck and fuck just half as good as she looked, she'd be the best pussy he'd ever had. He had lived with two other girls for a brief span of time, one at a time, but none of them had initially hit him as hard as this one. Jesus! She was so spectacular, that looking down at the top of her lovely head so close to his wavering prong, he was going nuts. If she didn't open that lovely mouth of hers real soon and start sucking, he was going to grab her by the hair and cram his cock right down her beautiful throat. He had to try persuasion one more time, so he said, "Think of it like a piece of sweet sugar cane. Just pop it into your mouth and suck on it."
Debbie stared at the blunted tip of the thickly pointed penis. She noted it was well-aimed, like a straight arrow directed toward her lips. It took all her willpower to keep from laughing out loud. What the hell! He was persuasive enough. From the way his cock was vibrating, it was obvious he was inflamed. She leaned closer to it, pretending to shiver, then decided to tease him just a wee bit more before proceeding with the actual fellatio. She pulled back, gasping, "I just can't seem to do it, Drew."
Drew gathered all his willpower to keep himself from slamming his prick into her face then and there. He reached down and shudderingly cupped the back of her head. Then he slowly forced her pretty face closer and closer to his throbbing cock, saying, "Come on, Debbie, you sweet, wonderful woman. Let's stop this folderol and get down to doing it. Open that lovely mouth of yours and start sucking on my cock so I can eventually reward your efforts with a tasty load of sperm which I promise you you'll love so much, you'll pull every drop down that lovely throat. You won't ever want to go to bed without sucking a cock again, you'll see."
"Oh no ... no ... " she gasped, inwardly laughing so hard tears came to her eyes. She created the impression of being so terribly unsure of herself as the tears that had come from her inner laughter spilled down her cheeks, and her quavering voice begged, "P-Please ... oh p-please, Drew. D-Don't make me d-do this t-terrible thing. P-Please!"
Gripping the back of her pretty head a little more firmly, Drew Fargo solidly yanked, tuggging her off the sofa, letting her knees hit the softly carpeted floor before him. This wasn't the first time she was going to be forced to suck a cock, but it was the first time Debbie had ever been forced into this humiliating position. She was enjoying the degradation, knowing the man was doing this after all patience had been exhausted and she had, in essence, driven him to it. She moaned out loud as if suffering, weeping with her lips tightly clamped for the moment. She knew it was impossible to continue this way, but she was having a ball making him force her. Eventually that wonderfully stiff length of throbbing cock would force its way down her throat. She was barely able to contain herself, but did so in order to make this appear more convincing to Drew.
Drew tugged her face a little closer to his throbbing penile point, and Debbie tried turning her head in the hopes of making him think she was avoiding his oncoming dagger of flesh as it streaked toward her clamped mouth. It slapped against the right side of her face, and the burning heat of it stung her cheek as the rich manly aroma emanating from it wafted slowly into her enlarging nostrils. Perhaps the colorless fluid seeping from his penile slit was odorless, as she had known it to be all along, but there was an arousing scent drifting up from his testicles which was making her shudder and tremble with lust, and she realized the time was fast coming when she would no longer be able to hold out. Her mouth was watering with anticipation knowing what was coming.
It was at this point that Drew Fargo realized he was about to get his cock sucked. The woman had just about stopped her struggling. Some of his oily lubricant had smeared itself along her cheek as his rubbery cock-head slid back and forth, but she no longer was struggling and fighting. He was certain his manly personality had helped to change her mind, causing her to accept what he wanted, whether or not she really wanted to go through with it.
Drew was able to sympathize with the woman, in a way. It had taken him a long time to lap his first pussy. The woman whose cunt he first ate had sucked his cock more than a dozen times before he had finally consented to go down on her. He had done so with considerable trepidation, at first. Once he had started lapping, he found himself unable to get enough of her meaty cunt. He had licked for more than a half hour, driving her crazy, because she had come four times and was highly oversensitive. After that, he had lapped the pussy of every woman he managed to fuck. Funny, but this was the first time he was making a female go down on him before either sucking her cunt or fucking her. The fact that she was about to do it-and without any kind of real preliminary warm-up-made him like her all the more. She was one special female, all right. Hell! If they got through this particular night successfully he'd try and get her to move into his apartment with him. What was more, he'd continue paying the rent on her other apartment so she'd be able to move back in any time she wanted to leave him, but he had a feeling it would be a long time, if ever, before this particular doll walked out. Jesus but she was something terrific, all right.
Her lovely face was pressing against the length of his shuddering cock, and for the first time Debbie stopped pretending to be frightened of it. The feel of the soft outer coating of satin flesh covering the steely hardness of the solid rod as it rubbed against her cheek-as well as the stimulating scent rising from his crotch was something she found more than a little arousing. Her pretended fear was no longer able to remain in evidence. The very nearness of his heavily pulsating pike-its simply being there-it's closeness was so overpoweringly delightful, it was comforting her and making her burn with desire for it.
Turning her face toward the organ, Debbie slowly surrounded it with the palms of her hands, shaking her head to signify she wanted him to take his hand from her skull. Drew did so, then slowly, determinedly, she moved her lovely face forward, parting her full, cupid's bow lips, making a perfect oval with her lips in order to welcome in the great head of his massively throbbing phallus.
Drew waited until the young woman had opened her mouth to the correct width before slowly, very slowly inserting the head of his fiery phallus inside. The slowness was totally out of consideration for her and what she was doing for what he believed was the very first time, but it was also to allow him to watch the way her mouth puckered around it, the tongue all prepared to go to work. Looking at what she was doing was just as important as feeling it, and he wanted to enjoy the sight of her pursed mouth moving along the length of his throbbing cock as well as the feeling of her smooth tongue as it warmly trickled along the length of his penile underside.
Once the swollen head of his poker of flesh was pushed inside her lovely mouth, Debbie slowly, tantalizingly tightened the ring of her heart shaped lips, pursing them firmly around the solid hardness of the fiery masculine wand. The meaty taste of it sent shuddering thrills through her oral taste buds and Debbie realized this was one cock she really liked a lot. Yes, she had to admit, no two penises ever tasted the same, and this one had a superior flavor to all the others. The thrilling taste of his flesh on her moving tongue was sending electrical charges shooting through her trembling body. Mmmmmm! It was good, really good. The more she sucked, the more she felt his thickly pulsating cock throb, and the more she enjoyed it. Yes, everything was going to be just fine. She was looking forward to the finale when his sperm would shoot down her throat. Debbie never told anyone, but sperm sliding through her gullet, touching sensitive nerve-endings always set off an orgasm in her own body. Christ! She had to taste his semen. She wanted it washing over her tongue, lining her throat, coating her cheeks, and finally dripping down into the hungering depths of her trembling belly.
Once the thick length of throbbing cock was in the tightly heated sucking depths of her mouth, the young woman slowly closed her pursed lips even tighter around the rigidly pulsing wand. She tightened them until they looked like an unending ribbon, squeezing so tightly it made it hard for Drew Fargo to shove his throbbing cock any deeper. The agony he was undergoing thrilled her no end, knowing her lips were beginning to build ecstasy in him.
The instant Drew felt Debbie's pressing lips tightly grip the length of his swollen penis, swallowing the dull red-purple head and now half the meaty shank as well, his eyes shut and his head fell back as an unintelligible moan passed between his lips. He thrust his anxious hips forward, sending more of his solid phallus into the tight ring of her slurping mouth. Her lips were forming a circle so tight, they seemed to be scraping the outer layer of skin from his penis. He was in thrillingly joyous pain. Christ, but she sucked like a real pro instead of the terrified prig he had believed her to be. This lovely, long-haired woman was everything he had ever wanted in a woman, including being the most natural cocksucker he had ever had the pleasure of feeling around his cock. She was sucking as naturally as a kid sucked at a nanny's udder. It was obvious to his expert eye that she was not really used to anything like this, and that was precisely what Debbie wanted him to think. As he continued pushing his heavily throbbing phallus deeper, she started making all kinds of strangely guttural sounds deep in her larynx. He felt her throat working as she swallowed her saliva to keep from gagging.
"Ghhhhhhhh ... yeah ... yeah ... yeah," he gasped, his voice a hoarse whisper. "You learn really quickly. That's just the way to do it, honey. You're a natural at this. You're going to be the most fabulous cocksucker of all time. God! I want that mouth reserved from now on strictly for my own penis. Oooooohhhhhhh! Just keep moving that great tongue of yours ... yes-yes-yes ... let it lap against the underside of my throbbing cock. Uuuunnnhhhhhhh ... wonderfullllllll ... fabulous ohhhhhhhh ... ohhhhhhhhh ... yes ... yes ... suck ... suck ... s-u-u-u-u-u-u-ccccckkkkk ... "
Debbie was enjoying herself immensely, rolling her tongue around the meaty lance thrusting back and forth in her mouth. Knowing the effect her lips had on this man thrilled her even more. She started sucking even harder, her lips continually pulling on the solid shank of stiffened muscle and flesh as if she actually expected to extract a full measure of nourishment from it. The truth was, she would be extracting protein from it, and very shortly. Her head continued bobbing forward and back, her flaming tongue lustily lapping against the burning meat on the underside of his licentiously thrilled penile organ. Her hands now lifted and tightly clutched Drew's moving hips to keep him more steadily in place as her head began pumping back and forth at greater and greater speed.
Each time her mouth moved forward, the sucking woman took a bit more of his rigidly meaty organ into the depths of her sucking mouth. Soon the head of his weighty penis was pressing firmly against the back of her throat, doing its best to force itself into the tightness of her gullet. For a moment she purposely kept her throat tight making it difficult for his cock to penetrate. After all, it would never do to let things happen too easily. After awhile, she relaxed her throat, enjoying the turret-shaped head pushing deeper and deeper, and she literally sucked the full length of his phallus into her mouth, pulling the meaty glans into her esophagus, feeling it touch all the sensitive nerve-endings inside.
Debbie's lovely cheeks swelled as she pushed her face forward all the way, enjoying the sensually smooth feeling of his rounded penile point bluntly shoving its way into her narrow pharynx. Where it had seemed long to her when she'd first looked at it, Debbie now felt the thickly swollen cock just wasn't long enough, even if it was one of the longest ones she had ever swallowed. She wanted to feel the thickly heavy poker of heated flesh pushing into the depths of her growling stomach.
Her working tongue jumped out, reaching as far forward as possible, lapping all over the organ, and with the tip of said tongue she was able to lap at the man's heavy white sac of wrinkled testicles. Soon she was pushing her face so far forward her nose was squashed against his hairy pubis and her lower lip was actually able to suck in a little of the flesh of his scrotal sac. Then her head tugged itself back, her mouth sliding along the full length of cock, feeling it slip from between her lips as her tongue lapped strongly around the top and sides of his throbbing cock. With her head tugged all the way back, Debbie was able to lick with her tongue around the spongy tip, circling the glans, tantalizing the little slit, lapping and licking with all the ability at her command, taking Drew totally by surprise. She wrapped her oral organ tightly around the pulsating of his corona, her lips tightly pulling and tugging on it, making the man gasp and sigh with lust.
Drew gasped and groaned a lot, letting Debbie know precisely how much he was enjoying all the wonderful things her sucking mouth was doing to him. To the man it felt as if Debbie's tongue was licking through the tiny eyelike slit, reaching directly into his penis, and through his penis down into his testicles, tickling him from within. For some unaccountable reason Debbie felt inordinately proud of herself. She had sucked more cocks than she cared to remember, but sucking on this one was something special to her, and she was happy she was able to please this particular man. Once again her tongue licked beneath the coronal ridge of his mushroom-topped penis, then she used her lips to surround it and pull until he thought his very glans were being torn away from the rest of his phallic pole.
"Oh wow!" he gasped. "Debbie, you are the most wonderful, the most fantastic ... uuuuhhhhh ... the most fabulous ... hh-hhuuunnnhhhh ... the absolute greatest woman there is ... ahhhhhh Jesus! I'm going ... uhhhhhh ... cra-a-a-a-zzzzyyyy. There's never been another mouth like yours in the whole world as far as ... un-nn-nn-nn ... I'm concerned ... ohhhhhh-hh ... and there probably never will be. You have to be the ultimate cocksucker."
He continued expounding words of encouragement, and this made Debbie suck even harder and faster as she exuberantly thrilled to the wonderfully meaty taste of him. She, herself was completely overjoyed, knowing her mouth did this to him, thereby having such complete control over him. Her love of fellatio manifested itself in the way she sucked, bobbing her head, nodding it up and down. It kept time to the rhythm set by her licking oral digit. Debbie let her working tongue twine itself and unwind itself around Drew's throbbingly solid cock, pressing strongly against the firm underside of the penis, feeling the mounting flames within. This caused her upper dentures to very lightly press against the top of the extremely sensitive magenta dome.
Now was the time to let her sexual expertise come through. Drew would think it was his urging that brought it on. He'd pat himself on the back, thinking he'd turned a novice into a prick-eating expert. Her sucking lips were moving back and forth along the length of Drew Fargo's cock as the solid organ repeatedly plunged into the deepest part of her mouth, each time burying its minaretlike head in the sucking depths of her tight throat. Debbie's oral cave had become an overpoweringly powerful vacuum, sucking, leeching, mightily pulling on the throbbing length of the man's thrusting spire. Her mouth was no longer merely tugging on his pulsating cock, but was able to suck his testicles in, as well. Drew felt shuddering electrical tingles of burning static buzzing through his jumping, leaping balls, continually shocking him as her voraciously hungry mouth continued engulfing the entire wrinkled mass of his doughy, hair-covered scrotum each time her face plundered forward and her throat swallowed down the pulsating length of his massive cock. The man's balls were now tingling with thrilled vibrations as the bubbling seed within prepared to unleash itself. Drew was pumping more and more violently into her sucking mouth, forcing his heavily prodding cock deeper and deeper into her sucking throat as if trying to find something in there. Debbie took a firmer grip on the man's hips to keep him from twisting around as his steamy penis pushed its way in and out of her sucking mouth.
Although she had often come when sperm had been sliding down her throat, this was the first time Debbie felt sensations rising merely from the rubbing of the man's throbbing organ. Perhaps it was the thickness of the organ, or perhaps it was the added length, but something was taking place in her throat, and it was making her vagina unleash one oily flood after another. The liquid seeped down her thighs and ran all over the expensive shag, and that was when Debbie understood that the penis, reaching into her sucking throat, was doing what the sliding sperm normally did. She was about to have an oral orgasm, and it was going to be more powerful and more sensational than any sperm-caused climax she had ever had in her throat, before. It rose higher, higher, higher, and then it hit.
"Aaaaaaacccchhhhkkk ... uuuurrrrrr-rccchhhh ... uuuuuuugggghhhaaaaaagg-hhhh ... hhhhhuuuccccaakkkkkkgggg ... aaaarrrrrrrgggggggghhhhh ... " she gasped and squawked and gulped with the entire length of the heavy penis crammed down her throat as she began violently spasming and jerking, climaxing insanely. Her aching body was completely beyond her own control, but she knew if she allowed Drew to pull even a fraction of cock out of her throat the intensity of her own orgasm would be that much less. So she crammed her face even more tightly into his crotch and bounced that much more wildly up and down on her knees.
Drew Fargo's hands were now clamped around the back of Debbie's head, and his own mouth was gaping, hanging slackly wide open, looking as if he expected to start screaming at any second ... which indeed he did expect to do. Not that it mattered, since his apartment was soundproofed, and Debbie was the only other person who would be able to hear him. The speed with which he was thrusting his loins back and forth let Debbie know her newest paramour was about to unleash his seed.
The lava boiled up inside his plunging penis, flooding toward the tiny opening in the rubbery glans. Drew spread his legs wide and tensed himself, his entire body stiffening until he was taut and more rigid than his pulsing penis. That was when the yell finally came out of him.
He bellowed loudly and wildly as his thrusting phallus enlarged and unleashed great gushes of pure white sperm down her sucking throat. The woman sucked hungrily, draining every last little bit of the wonderfully tasting foam from his balls. Her mouth continued sucking the throbbing meat, even as it shrank, and Drew never felt so drained in all his life.
When it was over, Debbie felt nearly as sapped of vitality as the man whose come she had just swallowed. He fell to the floor beside her and they rested for more than an hour in one another's arms before preparing for their next bout.
CHAPTER SIX
"Judy," Stan Gonz said to the young brown-haired girl, "this is Artie. Artie has been one of the top men in another local and he's just come over to join us. I want you to take him around and show him New York."
The man to whom Stan Gonz was referring was a large, hulking individual with a heavy beard. He was a little pudgy around the waist, but very powerful, otherwise.
"I thought I was going to spend the evening with you," Judy said to him, thinking it preferable to being mauled by this monster of a man.
"All right!" Gonz snapped. "Suppose we all go into my office and talk."
"What's this all about?" Judy asked.
"Come inside," Gonz ordered.
Shrugging, the young woman rose, straightening her blue dress, and walked into Gonz's office. Gonz and Artie followed her, and Gonz shut the door behind him and locked it.
"D'you know your sister has been with my accountant every day for the past week?" Gonz asked.
"No," Judy lied. "How would I know? I only introduced them on your say-so."
"I don't like any broad hanging around with Drew for some length of time," Gonz told her. "She gets too chummy, and Drew sometimes gets too talky. I don't want him talky."
"What could he say that would interest Debbie?" Judy asked.
"Oh shit! You're starting to get snotty again," Gonz snapped. "Don't get cute with me, Judy. I know you. I know how your mind works. Even though you've been playing sweet, you've been putting me off all week with crap about your having 'that time of the month.'"
"Well I told you it would be over today," she replied, shuddering. "That's why we're supposed to be together tonight."
"Until you find another excuse. Well I'm not going to give you a chance to make any more excuses. Judy, open the fucking bed in the couch. Do it, now!"
"Wh-What are you going to do?" she asked.
"Obviously, Artie and I are going to fuck you."
"You can't be serious," Judy gasped.
"I'm very serious," he replied. "You have to learn that I'm the one who's heading up this local, and everyone in it, including you, have to do what I want, when I want it, and that means you fuck when I say, how I say, and for whom I say."
By now, Judy had the sofa-bed open, and Gonz threw her down on it, saying, "Artie, you're a guest here, so you go first."
The bearded man smiled, looking like a grizzly bear, and walking over to the bed, reached down, grabbed Judy, and tugged her to her feet. He had the odor of the open road on him, and though it was by no means a bad smell, it made her nose crinkle.
"What if she screams?" Artie asked Gonz.
"The walls here are thicker than bank vault doors," he replied. "No one'll hear her."
"Please don't do this," the terrified girl whimpered. "You shut up," Gonz snapped at her. "You're gonna learn you don't try fucking with Stan Gonz unless it's with your cunt."
"Stay cool," Artie told her. "You'll find I'm kinda nice when it comes to filling your pussy. Look, you strip down and save me a lotta bother, huh?"
"Do as the man says," Gonz ordered.
"No!" Judy said, her voice quavering with fear. "I certainly will not. I don't belong to you ... not now, not ever."
"You bitch!" Gonz snapped, and he slapped her hard, right across her right cheek. She staggered back and he reached out, grabbed her by the collar of her dress, and ripped, tearing the dress in two as he tugged it from her body. "You don't wanna undress willingly, this is what happens. One way or another the clothes are coming off"
Judy stood there in utter silence, afraid to speak again, feeling so totally helpless in her panties and brassiere. She felt their staring eyes looking right through her, seeing what she sported under her scan ties. Her whitely lush body trembled as Artie walked over, and with a series of quick tugs removed her brassiere, pantyhose, and panties.
"Don't do this, Mr. Gonz," she begged. "Please don't do this, I never did you any harm."
"No one ever did me any harm," he told her, "because I always anticipate it and stop it ahead of time."
It was bad enough having to stave off a monster like Gonz. Now there were two of them, and Gonz wasn't even trying to be nice. What he and Artie had planned was out-and-out rape. She wondered how any man had pleasure in doing this to a girl. Artie's thick hands were already mauling her breasts.
"Stop!" Judy screamed. "This is all wrong. You're hurting me. Don't do this."
"You shut the fuck up," the bearded Artie told her. "We're gonna have ourselves a good time, today. Me, I want your cunt. I'm gonna fuck it dry. So instead of you giving me a hard time, I'm gonna give you a hard cock. I think I'll fuck you doggie-style. So just lie down on your belly and spread those thighs, and old Artie will give you the thrill of a lifetime."
Judy was sobbing in terror, too afraid to move even a little. She didn't dare defy them, and she certainly didn't dare try getting away. She was trapped. The man with the heavy beard was tightly gripping her breasts with what felt like claws of steel. For one moment, the grip he had on her was so powerful, she was afraid he might rip her full breasts from her body. Taking a deep breath, Judy regained control of herself, willing it to stop struggling, if only to keep herself from being hurt. Stan Gonz was already standing behind her, and he wrapped an arm around her shoulders from behind, and then he made her start as he jammed his fingers between her soft and tender thighs from in back of her. The fingers forced her loins apart, working their way into her pubic area.
The quivering shakes slowly passed, and though Judy calmed down, she continued whimpering as one pair of hands continued toying with her breasts, while a third hand rubbed through her vaginal slash, and the fourth hand removed itself from her shoulders and began toying with her asscrack. When Gonz stopped playing with the genitals he was arousing, Judy was hoping he might have had a change of heart. Without looking behind her, she realized it was a forlorn hope as she heard him undressing. He pressed his body against hers, and she felt the thick length of his massive cock rubbing between her buttocks. It was so immensely thick.
Artie released the hold he had on her breasts and she watched him step back and saw him undress while never taking his eyes from her lush body. She felt his stare burning into her as she felt one of Gonz's hands slide around front from behind and move up to cup her breasts. At the same time, his other hand also came around front and moved down to reach into her vaginal division with its moving fingers.
The hand on her breasts was cupping each of her mammaries in turn, feeling them, squeezing them, kneading them and teasing both nipples, sometimes singly, sometimes at the same time. Gonz had such smooth, supple, almost gentle hands in spite of the rough way he was handling her, Judy almost thought of what was happening as pleasurable. Then he began pulling on her nipples, stretching them, making her stand taller as he tugged them.
"Shee-it! What a fucking body she's got," Artie grunted. "She's really made for fucking. I'm glad you let me get a piece of her, Stan. Ain't often I run across meat this choice."
"Prime, not choice," Gonz corrected. "Now if only her mind was prime, everything would be okay. I think after today she'll come to understand things a bit more clearly."
Judy knew it was useless to say anything or argue with them, and so she remained silent, her head high, refusing to look into Artie's face as he continued mauling and manhandling her with his eyes as well as his hands. Against her will she was feeling heatedly warm. Her body was starting to respond even though she didn't want it to because of the pressure of Gonz's hands as they tugged her nipples. Fire was starting to flash and surge through her body as Gonz took his hand from her vaginal area and used both hands to mash her breasts.
"I'm gonna give you a special treat," Artie told her. "Before I stuff my cock into you, I'm gonna let you play with it with your hands. I know you're gonna be real nice to it."
She looked down and almost jumped. Stan Gonz was huge, but compared to Artie's cock, his own was a pencil. What she was looking at was something that looked as if it had been grafted to the man from an elephant.
He reached out, grabbed her right hand, and brought it down to his penis. The organ was so thick her fingers were unable to curl all the way around it. Gonz's cock was still rubbing between the cheeks of her ass, and she sensed its thickness as being much less than that of the organ she was now tightly gripping. Her hand automatically held it as tightly as she dared without actually digging her fingertips into it. Little by little her hand moved along its length, feeling the hairy scrotum. Hairy? His balls felt as if it had pine needles growing out of them.
The head of his cock was as thick as a handball, and her fingers felt the sticky ooze leaking from its vertical slit.
"My God!" Judy gasped, her voice quaking with terror. "You'll never fit something like that inside me. No human female in the world can hold something that massive."
Gonz squeezed his fingers around her breasts, tightening his already painful grip on them, and she watched as Artie pulled his cock from her hand, then knelt in front of her, parting her thighs as she stood there. God! The truth was she was hotter than ever, feeling fire sear her love-hollow as it continued building. Her lubrication was bubbling inside her, and was starting to freely run down her inner thighs, dampening the brown hairs of her defenseless cunt.
"P-Please," she gasped, "please, I'll do almost anything ... just stop hurting me."
"Hey, girlie, no matter how you slice it you're gonna do whatever we want," the bearded Artie laughed. "I figure you should get a nice doggy fucking, about now."
Abruptly, Gonz, still behind her, released her breasts, and her swelling nipples were grateful. Hot pain slowly seemed to ease out of her. With the pain went the thought of any physical resistance on her part, though her mind would never accept this horrible rape as something to enjoy. True, there was that animal hunger inside her, but it had been lurking there for days. The consummate need to be fucked again had been hiding in the recesses of her mind, created by the tongue and the penis of Stan Gonz the night she had been in his apartment. She wanted to be loved more than simply fucked, and the two men were not the ones to do it. Nevertheless, she had no choice but to submit to the humiliation they wished her to feel, because if she didn't submit she would be beaten very painfully into submission.
Artie wrapped his arms around her bare back, his fingers clutching her, and he lowered his wide-open, slavering mouth to one of her breasts. His hungry lips searched for and found the grape-thick nipple, feeling it stiffen even more when he slid it between his lips. He sucked it and licked it, and Judy, hating his slaver all over her body, pulled free for an instant. Artie grabbed her again, ending her brief struggle as his heated mouth and eager lips and slurping tongue moved over her nipple, and she began sighing in spite of herself. Her mind refused to surrender, knowing this man was a wicked beast, and, in effect, an extension of Stan Gonz. Though her mind continued its struggle, her body remained totally motionless, seemingly unresisting. She rationalized that she was doing this in order to avoid physical hurt, after which they would do what they pleased with her, anyway.
Though her mind refused to accept any of it, her body was considerably less resistant. As far as her physical self was concerned, there was no need for rationalizing. It was allowing all this to happen simply because it liked the feeling. It liked to be fondled, caressed, and fucked. To her body, a cock was a cock, and the person on the other end didn't matter. So Passion was overwhelming her body from the mere pressure of the hulking man's mouth on her breast, and her inner anxiety-equaled and even surpassed that of the two men raping her.
"Wrap your arms around his head and make like you're enjoying it," Gonz ordered, pinching her buttocks to remind her he was near.
Sighing, she did so, pulling the bearded man's mouth closer to the shimmering flesh of her shuddering breasts.
"I'd like to eat up all of you," Artie gruffly told her. "You smell good, like a broad oughtta smell."
His lips compressed tightly around her nipple again, but this time Judy was ready and waiting, even if she wasn't willing to accept his oral assault on her mind. She offered no resistance at all as he pulled her against him and pressed his sloppy lips to hers, ramming his thick tongue into her mouth. Even though there was the rank smell of honest sweat about the man, Judy realized that in his own way this bull-moose of a human being was attractive. Had she met him while still in college there was no doubt she would have been attracted to him, even if his education was limited. He radiated an animalism she liked, and under other circumstances, having now been deflowered by Gonz, she might very well have shared a bed with him for a night, but alone. It was simply that the idea of being raped didn't appeal to her, and it turned her off.
He had moved his mouth higher and he was kissing her lips, now, stabbing his tongue between her own lips, digging it into her mouth, sucking her tongue while investigating her palate and all the nooks and crannies within. The taste of tobacco and beer reminded her so much of her own father, she was more sorry than ever that this bear of a man had to be part of Stan Gonz's entourage. Her own tongue, without her realizing it, was responding to Artie's pulling lips, and the two stood that way, head-to-head, kissing, licking, and sucking one another's mouths.
Artie suddenly broke the kiss, picked her up, and carried her to the open bed. He dropped her on the mattress, rolling her as he dumped her, and her breasts hit the mattress with a plop before the rest of her body thudded into it. Even though the fall was a rough one, she wasn't hurt, the mattress cushioning everything. In fact, her nipples scraping along the covers were more aroused than ever. She was feeling inwardly more and more heated with every passing moment.
"Smile at Artie," Gonz cruelly ordered. "Let him know how much you like what he's doing, honey."
Weakly, she turned her face toward the brutish man who loomed over her and weakly smiled. She hated Stan Gonz more than ever, and if all went well with Debbie, tonight, Stan Gonz would be on his way out, once and for all.
Now Artie was lying on top of her back, rubbing his coarsely hairy body against her smooth form. Her buttocks swelled against his penis, making it twitch, and Judy felt the thickness of it force her ass-cheeks apart as it rubbed between her buttocks with a downward-stroking movement.
Artie put his weight on his knees as he forced them between her thighs, and he lifted himself up enough so that he was able to wrap an arm around her waist and pull her to her knees, as well. His penile head had been rubbing back and forth against her anus, and it irritated her, feeling it there. She was glad when he tugged her up to her knees so he was able to slide his cock under her and rub it against her vaginal cleft, massaging her clitoris, making it tingle. This caused her to spread her thighs even wider apart as she realized just how thick his penis was. Mentally, she was weeping for herself, hating the two men, and hating her body for so eagerly responding. She had come to accept the need for sex, but she hated to think these animals were the only penises in existence.
Artie reached down with his hand and positioned his cock correctly against her vaginal opening. Then he pressed forward, eager and anxious to feel her tight little hole surrounding his throbbing cock. Her narrow vaginal groove was drenched to the point of being sopping wet, and his thick penis began anxiously wedging its way inside. She felt it stretching and spreading her walls, and though there was a heavy discomfort, there was almost no real pain, this time. Stan Gonz had done a good job of stretching her vagina the first time, making her tissues so elastic, they were able to stretch for a telephone pole, or contract for a needle. Mingling with the discomfort was an overpoweringly fiery sensation flooding through her anguishedly anxious inner core. Her womanly hips wriggled a bit, and the arrow shaped head of the man's pulsing cock pushed itself in another inch. For such an overpowering man, Artie was being relatively gentle with her.
Judy writhed a bit more, positioning herself a bit better on her hands and knees, and then Artie began a long, slow, steady push into her tunnel as she gripped his cock so tightly, he felt himself being sucked into her. Her trembling cuntlips clamped powerfully around the heavy rod, and she wished he hadn't chosen this degrading and humiliating position. Fucking the other way she would have had an opportunity to clamp her thighs around his hirsute body. God in heaven, but the man was thick, really thick. He was really stretching her, inside, and she was grateful her youth was on her side. This way her inner membranes remained elastic enough to snap back to their original tightness. Her hands, which were pressing into the bed, grabbed bunches of the bedcovers, and she gripped them so tightly, her nails cut through them. She felt stronger than she had ever felt in her entire life.
The strength with which she clung to the bedcovers was nothing compared to the power behind the mooselike man's powerful entry. He slammed into her, forcing her knees to become pylons, supporting the two of them, and she was thrusting her buttocks back against him as he began stabbing his cock deeper and deeper.
"Uuuuuunnnggghh!" she gasped. "Too fast ... too hard."
"Yeah, well if I let you do the fucking, what're you gonna do, ride the cock like it's a pretzel stick-as if you're afraid to break it?"
"I'll do good ... " Judy gasped, knowing she had to take matters into her own hands before his battering cock tore a hole through the back of her vagina. "Honest! Give me a chance."
"Okay!" he laughed, and pulled out of her. Then he lay down on the bed, his hard cock stabbing the air, and said, "Sit on it, baby, and do a good job, or I'll roll over on top of you and fuck your brains out."
Judy mounted the man, her hot cunt hovering over his cock for just an instant as she fitted it into the groove of her cunt, and when she was certain it was aimed correctly, she carefully sat down, completely engulfing it. Once it was in her, she sat straight up, giving him a full view of her front torso as she began bouncing, her breasts slapping up and down against her chest. She speeded up with each stroke, and soon rode like she expected the shaft to stab into her heart.
This is one helluva rape, Judy's conscience snapped at her. The rapee is enjoying it more that the rapist. She was giving them her wholehearted cooperation, at least physically, and that, after all, was the only part of her the two men were interested in. Soon she found herself fucking as insanely as the bearded Artie, and he bellowed, "Hey, yeah! You're all right, kid. You keep fucking like that and we'll both of us have ourselves a good time."
Judy gasped with great moans and sighs, and wild sounds of exertion bubbled forth from her panting mouth as she now leaned down, pressing her breasts against his body, and pumped her ass up and down, up and down. His penis was so long, she was able to lean farther forward than with Stan Gonz, and as a result her twin breasts were dangling over the man's face, slapping him on both cheeks. They jiggled up and down as well as from side to side, two quivering orbs of lust. The pink nipples served as focal points for his eyes, and his hands reached up again, grabbing the meaty paps and squeezing them, pulling on the turgid buds of pinkness. Judy's flowing, rippling belly moved like a transparent bowl of heave water as it rubbed back and forth against his hairy chest. Her straining muscles madly rippled.
At first, the bearded Artie matched her thrusts, adding a few more of his own. Though he wasn't trying to hurt her, it was difficult for a man like him to be gentle, but Judy's body didn't seem to care. Her flesh didn't crave gentleness at that moment, and her mind was beyond being able to control her body. Her physical being craved more and more savagery, and she was totally overwhelming the burly man with her inner need for his throbbing cock. She wondered what he looked like without the beard, although it really didn't matter. Perhaps he was better-looking this way. After all, it wasn't as if he was ugly. Maybe the beard hid a scar or something, and the sight of it might have dampened her desire.
At one point she almost felt as if she was ready to come, and she knew if she did pinnacle too soon, she would become very tired, and then she would have to lie down and the man would uncaringly pound into her ultra-sensitive cunt, anyway. Better to slow down a bit and wait for him to catch tip. Her thoughts were interrupted by Stan Gonz who moved against her from behind. He tugged her buttocks high in the air, and Artie's pelvis rose with her, enabling him to keep the full length of his solidly hard cock completely buried in her teeming feminine intaglio.
A finger was suddenly teasing her rectal opening. At first she was unable to understand just what it was Gonz was trying to do. He worked the ball of his finger around and around in her anal opening, and then, without warning jammed the finger in to the first knuckle. Judy found it uncomfortable and irritating, but knew better than to open her mouth and complain. She started pumping her buttocks wildly up and down as if trying to shake the finger out of her. As she continued bucking, she felt the pressure of the fingertip press from inside against the thin membrane separating her anus from her vagina. The probing seemed to stimulate Artie's throbbing cock in her steaming feminine excavation, and this, in turn enhanced the pleasures in her aching body.
Now the manual digit pushed into her asshole to the second knuckle, and the irritation in her rectum increased for a moment as the thrills in her bubbling cunt began growing even more. She slammed the cheeks of her buttocks down even harder against the hairy thighs of the man she was now fucking.
"You wanna fuck her ass?" Artie asked Stan Gonz.
"Not this time," Gonz replied. "That's if she ever gets out of line again. Today we teach her a lesson by me fucking her in the mouth once you get through with her."
My rectum? Judy thought. He had a hard-enough time fitting that organ of his into my vagina the first time. Does he really think he'll ever be able to fit it into my rectum? Fuck her mouth? Just how did he expect to do that? Surely he didn't think she'd willingly accept his penis into her mouth.
The finger tried pushing a little deeper into her tightly dry ass, and Judy bounced a bit more, making the swollen organ in her tight vagina thrust a little deeper into her. She was going insane with desire. Now the finger was buried all the way into her rectum, moving around in a spiral, making her churn her tender buttocks. The thick penis in her steaming concavity was building sensation in her body to new, undreamed-of heights when combined with the stimulus of the finger in her rectum.
"Tell Artie how much you want him to fuck you," Gonz Insisted, wanting to show he was maintaining control over her at all times.
"Must I?" Judy gasped.
"Better believe it," Gonz snapped, pushing the finger deeper.
"Fuck me!" Judy said, putting more conviction into it that she had meant to do. "Fuck me hard ... fuck me deep, and keep on fucking meeeee ... uuuuuunnnngggg-hhhh ... "
She leaned down even more, mashing her breasts into the beast-man's hairy throat and face, feeling his thrusting penis slam in and out while the finger continued rummaging through her rectum. Artie opened his mouth again and once more began sucking her nipples. He bunched her two breasts together so he was able to fit both nipples into his mouth at the same time. His hard cock continued pumping into the deep and narrow basin of-her vagina, filling and re-filling it with its thickness, and he was ramming into her with such force, Judy shivered. At one point he attempted to suck her entire breast into his mouth, but there was too much of it. Judy shuddered, her mind still rejecting what was happening to her, while her body thrilled to it as she slammed her sticky vagina against the doughy mass of his scrotum.
She felt a wondrous physical sensuousness fill her entire body. Even with two such as these she was able to feel thrilling chills shoot through her. This time the sensations were more powerful than when Gonz had fucked her by herself. Was she so wanton as to physically desire more than one man at the same time? Perhaps it was the finger in her rectum that was causing her to enjoy all this, and though she didn't want to admit it, Judy realized her body did crave some kind of sexual release at this point. Holding back and fighting it right now would be ridiculous.
Judy put more pressure on the palms of her hands as Artie continued sucking, first one breast, then the other, always trying to cram one entirely into his mouth, never succeeding. His own hands were now on her hips, trying to hold her in place as he upthrust into her. Stan Gonz gripped her asscheek with one hand while the finger of the other continued moving in and out of her rectum, and he literally tugged her cunt up and down the length of the man's seething cock. The finger now pumping in and out of her rectum heightened her pleasure so much, Judy wondered if it was possible for her to actually have an orgasm from anal stroking. At first, she had been certain the finger in her rectum would be an annoyance, and nothing else. As it continued moving in and out of her, she realized it was creating a thrilling pressure a penis, by itself, was unable to build. It was almost as if she had two penises in her, and the thought of Gonz, doing what he threatened, fucking her asshole, terrified her.
Chilling sensations were running rampantly through her delicate feminine body. She suddenly realized her orgasm was creeping up on her. She was going to come, and-yes-in more than just one place. It was possible to have an anal orgasm, after all.
Good heavens! she thought, and then she screamed a long, loud, "AAAAIIIIEEYY-AAGGHH!" as Artie bellowed, "OHHH-HH! WWWWOOOOWW! AAAAGGGG-HHHH!" Her vaginal cavern was immediately filled with the man's spurting froth, and for the next two minutes she lay on him as he emptied his balls into her.
A knock at the door interrupted them, and Gonz cursed. He'd have to fuck her mouth another time. "Get dressed," he ordered.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Judy never did learn the reason for the interruption, nor did she care. She felt more embarrassed than ever, and more humiliated than ever. Returning to that office would mean more aggravation, and so she decided it was time to stop working for Stan Gonz. She didn't bother mentioning it to him, but simply took all her things and went home at five o'clock. Sleep that night was very difficult, and she was morose the next morning, until Debbie walked in holding the two ledgers. Judy hurriedly dressed, and along with Debbie went to the main union office in New York, where a vice-president of the entire Teamsters' Union worked. When she showed him the two ledgers, telling him they had been in Gonz's office where she, as the secretary, had gotten her hands on them, the union official had his own personal accountant look at the books, and in no time an investigation was ordered.
At Debbie's insistence, Drew Fargo's name had been left out of everything, and since Drew had been paid off-the-books to begin with, the union never had any idea he was involved. Though he did become angry at Debbie for what she had done, Fargo finally got over his mad and continued living with her, taking the legitimate job he was offered with her firm.
Stan Gonz was suspended from union activities. He and his underlings suddenly disappeared, and the union official ordered Judy to continue as a secretary in the local office to keep it going, so the local wouldn't become turmoiled.
For the next two weeks Judy was in heaven, in essence controlling the office, basically because there was no one there to tell her what to do. Her father was proud of her for what she had done, and told her so.
It was on a Tuesday night, when her father was at the local tavern with three of his beer-drinking cronies, and her mother was at a movie, that Judy, who was in a bathrobe and nothing else after having taken a long, hot bath, answering her ringing doorbell to find herself face to face with Stan Gonz, Artie, and a rat-faced little man she had seen "working" in the outer room at the local office when Gonz had been in power. The three pushed their way into the apartment and closed the door behind them.
"You bitch!" Gonz snapped, and slapped her face a half dozen times. "Who the hell d'you think you are to fuck me like this. A grand jury is convening, and they're getting ready to toss me in the can and throw away the key, and it's all because of you. You goddamn cunt, I'm going to make you sorry you ever met me."
"You did that a long time ago," Judy snapped, her face a bright red from the hard slaps Gonz had given her. "You'd better get out of here, right now, before my father gets back. There isn't a thing you can do to him, anymore."
"I'm gonna fuck you one more time, Judy. If they take me to prison, I'm gonna have the memory of that perfect cunt of yours along with me."
Tearing off her robe, Gonz none-too-gently hit her body with it before flinging it to the side. Judy turned and ran to her bedroom, but the three men were there with her, and were inside the bedroom with her long before she had a chance to slam the door. They unceremoniously tossed her onto the bed, and she opened her mouth to shout.
"You do and I kick the shit outta you," Artie snapped. "This time that sweet mouth of yours is gonna go to work sucking my cock."
Helplessly terrified, frightened beyond reason, Judy was now finding herself being tugged nakedly to her feet so the three drooling men were able to survey her all the better. She looked from one to the other, but no matter which one she looked at, they were all ready to attack her.
All three males converged on her at the same time, grabbing her, smacking aside her flailing hands. She struggled, hitting, scratching, punching, even kicking, and she was once again thrown face-down, onto the bed.
The third member of the male trio, a man known only as Shorty, was a rat-faced little man who had also been a driver at one time. He toadied to Gonz, and that had gotten him a paying non-job in the local. He stared at her upturned buttocks and decided her rounded asscheeks were just begging to feel his cock between them. He loved assfucking, basically because his cock was not too long or too thick, and it fitted more comfortably in the tight narrowness of an anal chamber than in a vagina. This particular ass was really well-shaped, and he intended plugging it to the best of his ability.
The backs of her white thighs shone with a delightful brilliance, and Artie was holding her legs wide apart, letting the three men see the pout of her pretty vagina; the one both Artie and Gonz had, at one time or another, fucked. They saw her curling brown pelvic hairs seemingly beckoning them closer, and Gonz finally said, "Okay, boys, me first. I'm going into her cunt."
Falling on top of Judy, Gonz reached under her and began squeezing her breasts, fighting her hands, kneading, squeezing roughly, this time intent on hurting her for what she had done to him.
"You have such luscious tits," he told her. "Why the hell don't you have the good sense to keep 'em out of my business."
Judy's hard, elastic nipples automatically swelled against her will when they were touched, even though the woman, herself, was wildly struggling. Her body was unable to ward off the caresses caused by Stan Gonz's palms. This time she was determined not to willingly succumb, and she struggled so hard she almost slid out from beneath Gonz.
"Hold her down," Gonz ordered, and the other two men hurried to do as he ordered.
The strong man's hands were sliding along the sculpted sides of Judy's softly rounded body, running over her firm flesh.
"On her back," Gonz said to the two men. "I want her to see whose cock is going to cause her cunt grief."
Judy felt herself being turned over, and once more her thighs were tugged wide apart, her arms pulled over her head and pinned there.
"Just take a look at that cunt, you slobs," Gonz muttered to the others.
"It's a great pussy," Artie admitted. "I know, because thanks to you I've already fucked it. What's more, I intend using her mouth while you fuck her cunt."
"Take a good look at this cock, Judy," the man grunted. "It's the one that tore out that useless cherry of yours and made a woman of you, and it's gonna go right back into that tight cunt of yours for one final stretching. Believe me, if all my underworld connections hadn't deserted me, I'd be using it to puncture holes in the bottom of your cunt.
Artie held her wrists over her head with one hand while using the other hand to caress her breasts, running over the white dunes of her flesh again and again. He was enjoying himself so much, it didn't occur to him to purposely try hurting her. He had to admit her body was pleasant to the touch. Once he was finished here, he would leave Gonz on his own. There were no warrants out for him, though there were one or two out for Shorty. He'd take off and leave them both to whatever happened. He knew he'd always be able to get a job driving a truck somewhere.
Meanwhile, Shorty, who was holding her ankles, was still staring below her hair-framed cunt at the tight pucker of her asshole. It was barely visible. He drooled, seeing the way her prunelike anus opened and closed with her breathing, as if it was winking at him. Judy felt the man's eyes burning into her rectal pucker, and she felt helplessly trapped. Looking at the three men she felt like a helpless Christian surrounded by three hungering lions.
She watched as Stan Gonz walked to the foot of the bed, kneeling between her thighs on the mattress. Without another word or an attempt at warming her up this time, he poked two fingers into her dry vagina, enjoying the way her smooth, white flesh shuddered. His fingertips rubbed themselves up and down inside the walls of her sucking cunt, and against her will she felt her vagina slowly start manufacturing lubrication. She tried yanking her body away from the man's groping fingers, but the other two were holding her too tightly. All she was able to do was lie there, too frightened at this point to cry.
Slowly, a third finger wormed its way into the tightness of the helpless Judy's throbbing vagina. She trembled, gasping a little, refusing to give Stan Gonz the satisfaction of knowing his moving fingers were reaching her senses. His fingers were moving more and more quickly now, reaching into her mind and body even more deeply, making her body produce more of the liqueous ointment. Her vaginal fluid became heavier and heavier and her inner walls ached as Gonz continued teasing them. More and more of her inner fluid was seeping out of her.
"Spread those thighs a little more," Gonz ordered, and Judy had no choice but to obey, feeling him pinching her inner flesh to make her hurry and do his bidding.
By now, Stan Gonz's thighs were lodged securely between hers, and Judy realized there was really no hope of getting away. His thrusting fingers continued sloshing in and out of her heavily creaming interstice, and now she was involuntarily moving in rhythm to the way the fingers were thrusting.
Finally withdrawing his fingers, Gonz murmured, "Shit! You still have the best cunt I've ever known."
"Stop this!" Judy whimpered. "I'll do anything you want if you'll only leave me alone."
"Good. What I want is to humiliate you and make you miserable for the trouble you've caused me. So just lie there like a nice girl and let the three of us play with you to our hearts' content. Got it?"
"No, no, don't do this," Judy plaintively wailed, feeling the hardness of his stiff cock pushing against the opening to her leaking well.
Gonz used his hand to guide the angry red knob of his thrusting prick past the curtains of her labia, feeling the young woman wince with new pain, though it was imagined pain more than anything else.
"Uuuuunnnggghhh!" she gasped, her inner walls slowly stretching wider and wider.
Gonz, thinking she was in dire agony, slowly continued inching his hard cock into her, and Judy, not wanting to accept the penis, knowing the pain had quickly faded and in its place rapture was once again building, began writhing insanely, thrilling to the way his throbbing cock slipped through the sleeve of her cunt.
"No, no, no, no, no, d-o-o-o-o-o-o-nn-nn'tttt ... " Judy was gasping, fires of lust building inside her where she wanted none, as the rock-solid prick continued forcing its heavy length ever deeper into her squeezing depths.
To Stan Gonz this was terrific. Since the first time he had fucked Judy, he had bedded down with a half dozen different women thinking he might be able to find another comparable female. He hadn't, and as a result Judy's vagina felt more delightful than ever. Her heatedly heavy tightness surrounded his masculine weightiness as the crushing pole moved deeper and deeper into her vaginal constriction, making his testicles tingle with shuddering and thrilling delight.
"Uuuhhhhh ... I'm ... ohhhh ... tellll-lliiiinnnng ... ooooooh ... you guys ... ahhhh ... this has to be the greatest pussy in the world," he said to the other two.
"I'll buy that," Artie nodded.
Judy's tender vulva spread a bit wider now, accepting Gonz's swelling hardness a bit more readily now, and the heatedly spreading stickiness of her soft flesh swirled around the bloated thickness of his heavy penis making showers of light spin delightedly through Gonz's mind.
"Come on, Judy," he snapped, his face hovering above hers. "You damn well know it's good."
"You bastard!" she screamed at him. "I'm glad I did what I did. Go on and do your worst, and when you're rotting in prison just remember, it took a helpless girl to put you there."
The mighty length of his swollenly turgid prong thundered into the burning depths of her tightly squeezing vagina, and she was caught up in the sensation of pain he was creating with his thrusts, and the pleasure she was feeling at the weight of his penis filling her interior. He was pressing all his weight on her, squeezing the breath out of her. All the while he enjoyed the deliciously delightful thrill of her soaking tissues clinging to his rock-hard shank. Now, no matter how hard he thrust, he was unable to cause pain-as if her vagina had adjusted to his length as well as his width.
Judy wanted to feel the hurt, and when it was no longer there, she inwardly cried even more, automatically raising her thighs and encircling the man's flat buttocks with her legs. She clung to them as tightly as possible, lifting her fulcrum up with such strength. Shorty was no longer able to comfortably sit on both ankles. He sat on one and shoved the other wider open, his head resting on the mattress, now, still staring at her winking anus as Gonz's fat cock continued plunging into her tight vaginal opening.
Gonz now had every last inch of cock plugged into her sucking feminine crypt. It was massaging all four walls at once, stretching them, though not nearly as much as Artie's cock had stretched them, before.
Judy rode with him, feeling inner thrills building in her all the more. She wanted to cry again and feel sorry for herself, but there simply were no more tears left inside her. She knew that deep down she was as wanton as, if not more wanton than, her sister, whom she had always considered naughty. At this point she was no longer sorry about it. This was the way her body reacted, and that's all there was to it.
"Hey, come on," Shorty complained. "You brought us up here promising all of us some action and you're hogging it all to yourself. Get a gander at her kisser. The bitch is starting to like what you're doing to her. Come on, Stan, you said we're supposed to make her feel sorry for what she did to you. Roll over on your back, with her riding you so her ass is facing me."
Artie tugged his knees off Judy's shoulders, and with a quick, deft movement, Gonz rolled over until he was on the bottom, and Judy was riding him, the way she had ridden Artie in his office.
"Hold her still," Shorty shouted, and for a moment, Judy, who was so befogged by what was happening to her, wondered just what was going on. She lay still, sprawled on top of Stan Gonz, the full length of his throbbing cock lodged tightly inside her as she neither struggled nor tried to think about what was happening. Her smooth white shoulders sloped gracefully into the flatness of her back, and the two white hillocks of her buttocks rose to greet Shorty's eyes, making his mouth water. The dark slice between her luscious buttocks was drawing Shorty closer.
Reaching out, the rat-faced man tugged her thighs apart, and without bothering to use any kind of lubrication, pressed the head of his hard cock against the tiny aperture of her vagina. He rubbed her rectal cheeks again and again, making her jerk, but she was locked in place with Gonz's fat cock still stuck in her vagina.
At the last moment, Shorty spat on his fingers and began rubbing the saliva into her asscrack, gently lubricating the outer rim of her anus. Judy, who had felt her ass fingered by Gonz when Artie had fucked her, idly wondered if that was what the man had in mind. She was totally unprepared to feel the head of Shorty's cock rubbing against her asshole, as the rat faced man, along with Artie, had gotten undressed while Gonz had been fucking her. Now she felt seeping drops of penile lubrication against her asshole, and the more he rubbed his glans against her anus, the more lubrication came flooding out.
"What's he trying to do?" Judy asked Gonz.
"You just keep looking at me," Gonz sneered.
"Gotta get into that ass," Shorty was mumbling.
He was shaking now, his cock dying to penetrate her rectum. His cock wouldn't stay still.
Judy was feeling frightened all over again. This time it wasn't a finger someone was trying to push into her rectum. Her anal opening simply wasn't wide enough to be able to accept the short man's penis. He would rip her apart.
Shorty ignored her pleas and began instantly pushing, shoving harder and harder, squeezing his white-hot cock against the brown bud of her anus with crushing force. Uummphh! He couldn't remember when getting into an asshole meant so much to him. He knew right from the start this was a tight asshole. The cock in her cunt would make it even tighter, pressing against the separating wall. He just hoped he wouldn't shoot before fitting his hot cock into her. Once more he forced the red cap of his hard cock against her rectal opening.
With the rubbery tip pressed against her anus, Shorty surrounded her with his arms while pushing his penis into her.
Judy tensed as the heaviness of his glans forced the hot clutch of her tight asscheeks to yield. Slowly her sphincter opened, and though she wanted to pull away, she was trapped by the hard stake buried in the tightness of her cunt.
The ring of her sphincter finally parted, and little by little the burning cock forced its way inside. Her anal muscle surrounded his pulsing prick so tightly, Shorty felt as if his organ was pushing into a crushing trap. He pushed the thrusting cock a bit deeper into her, flexing his hips and then driving in with all the force at his command.
"Aaaaaahhhhh ... ooooohhhhh ... n-o-o-o-o-o-o!!!" Judy loudly screamed, weeping as Shorty forcibly thrust his solid penis into the squeezing depths of her tight behind. Judy had thought she was through crying-that she was out of tears, but she had been wrong. The tears came flooding down her face as agony tore through her rectum.
Shorty continued driving his hard cock into her ass, enjoying the way he was drilling past her tight sphincter, thrilling to the clasp of her anal walls around his intruding penis. He had every last inch of it crammed into her, by now. He was grinding his hairy thighs against her asscheeks, reveling in the thrilling feeling. The tip of his pulsating penis had pushed into her large intestine and he spun the throbbing lance before partially withdrawing it again, and then nailing it right back into her again. He sighed with a satisfying lust he hadn't felt in a long time. Hers was one tight asshole, all right. He was a lot closer to reaching his climax than he'd realized.
Another loud cry of pain escaped from Judy's mouth as she rotated her impaled body even more swiftly, moving in circles. She felt like a helpless moth with a pin driven through it, only in this case she had two pins driven through her, and each of her movements seemed to deepen the thrusts of the twin lances, creating the feeling her two openings were being slashed to bits. The pain in her nether tunnel was agonizing.
For Shorty, the thrilling experience was unbelievable. Yes, the tight clamp of her rectal opening was fantastic, especially with Stan Gonz's hard cock spiked into her tight cunt, making both holes even tighter. Her surrounding rectal membranes clung so tightly to his cock, he felt as if the outer layer of penile flesh was being torn off.
Artie felt he had been an observer long enough. It was time for him to get in on the action. Damn! He wanted to get his balls off. Climbing onto the bed, he stood with his back against the headboard, his cock aimed at Judy's pretty face as it contorted with the agony she was feeling. Her face was in a perfect position because Gonz was now pressing on her breasts, keeping her from sprawling all over him, while Shorty continued slamming his cock into her tight asshole. Her mouth was wide open, in the throes of distress.
Little by little the stroking pain in Judy's rectum was lessening with each of Shorty's forward strokes. Judy wanted to hunch down against Stan Gonz and madly bounce back and forth between the two penises as they alternately plunged and withdrew from the holes in her body they had invaded. Warmth splashed through her again, and this time the mounting thrills would not be denied. Nerve-endings in her rectum were being massaged as they had been the day Stan Gonz had pushed his finger into her behind. The agonizing hell she had been undergoing suddenly turned to heavenly bliss. Her mouth was still hanging open, and that was when she became aware of the penis before her lips.
No! Never! She would never allow herself to be degraded by sucking a penis-and yet-a third cock in her body might be just the thing to totally fulfill her inner burning.
Judy had little chance to dwell on it as Artie's hand grabbed her brown hair, guiding her lips, and then the weighty length of masculine penis slid into her mouth as if it belonged there. It rammed all the way in, stretching her lips and cheeks with its huge girth, and the thick head crammed itself into her virgin throat, sliding into her gullet as her throat muscles seemed to naturally relax. She sucked like a, leech without realizing it, wondering if she would throw up, not really feeling the urge to do so. Her lips pulled and her tongue licked, as if she had sucked a penis all her life. It seemed the most natural thing in the world to do, and she did it.
"Ohhhhhhhh shit!" Artie gasped to Stan Gonz. "If you think her cunt is something, wait'll you try her mouth. Holy crap! This has gotta be an experience."
Judy no longer thought about the three men attached to the penises sliding through her body. All that mattered was that three cocks filled three openings, building sweetly delightful pleasure in her, making her thrill as never before. The enjoyment didn't stem so much from any particular skill, as from the fact that there were three of them. It felt as if the hard penis in her rectum was directly attached to the one in her mouth; length of flesh running through the entire length of her trembling body.
His voice trailed off as he began firing a heavy load of white sperm into the young woman's welcoming pussy. The flood of semen washed through her entire vaginal interior, soothing it, cooling it, but building sensations inside her, as well. And that was when the triple climax went off inside Judy's trembling body, one setting off the other like a mad chain reaction. First her vaginal chamber, then her anal tunnel, and finally her clutching throat exploded with licentious thrills.
"Aaaaaaccccchhhhhh aaaakkkgggggh-hhhuuuuuuuuuccccckkkkk ... hhhhha-aaaaar rrhhhhhaaaa aaaagggggg ghhh-hh ... " she choked, gasping, her entire body wildly bouncing on the bed, slamming into that of Stan Gonz while thrilling delightedly to the movement of the rat-faced Shorty's cock in her rectal chamber as her mouth continued sucking the meaty length of Artie again and again.
He jammed his seething cock into her squeezingly taut depths right up to the hairy root as his hands gripped her ass-cheeks and tugged her firmly back. His balls were rubbing against those of Stan Gonz, and this built the thrill even more powerfully inside him. A million tiny razor sharp needles were bursting through the hollow tube in his thrusting penis as he fired what felt like a gallon of spurting semen into Judy's plundered rectum. Ohh-hhhh yeah! This was definitely the best ass he'd ever fucked.
Now it was Artie's turn. He pumped fastidiously into her mouth, feeling the way she anxiously sucked, and he would never have known this was her first time at it. The thrill was building in him until he lost all control of himself, and he began firing great gouts of white fluid down Judy's throat, and she drank it all as if she had done it twice a day, every day of her life.
"Hhhheeeeyyyy eeeaaaa aaggghhhh! ... aaaaarrrrrggggghhh ... aaaaayyyaa-aaaaaiiigghhhh!!!" he bellowed, loud and clear, as he continued firing shot after shot down her wonderful throat.
Judy sucked harder and harder, determined to taste every last little bit of it as it dripped into her belly. She drank and drank as if it was the elixir of life, and Artie thought his testicles would never empty.
It was at that moment that the bedroom door burst open and Al Roth and three burly truck drivers poured into the room, and the four proceeded to take apart the three rapists. Artie might have been able to handle himself had he not been so drained, but he had no strength left, and the four men creamed him.
While Judy dressed, her father dragged the three rapists to the nearest police station to lodge a charge of rape and sodomy against them.
Judy hurriedly dressed, but inside she felt no shame any longer. On the contrary, she felt good, physically.
CHAPTER EIGHT
New elections were held in less than a month, and Al Roth, the father of the girl who had exposed the corruption in that particular union local, was elected to an overwhelming victory. He would serve as the president of the local until his retirement.
Judy was now her father's secretary, and the accounting firm for which Debbie, her sister, worked, had been hired to take charge of the local's books and make sure nothing funny was going on. Perhaps it was for the best, though Judy had thought about doing a little skimming for herself.
What really bothered Judy was the public knowledge that she had been raped. She figured no man on earth would be interested in her, after that. Just as she was ready to become despondent, she met Mike Goodbody. Mike owned the CB shop near where she lived, and he had often harbored the desire to ask her out for a date. He had been too shy to do so. For some reason he seemed to feel that the day she was coming home from her first day as her father's secretary was as good a day as any to ask her, and he stopped her as she walked by his place.
"Hi," he smiled at her.
"What?" Judy asked.
"I said, hi. I'm Mike. I own this store. I've seen you go by here every day, and I've always wanted to ask you a question."
"Well what is it?" Judy asked, waiting for some smart-alecky remark on his part.
"I just wanted to know if you were free Saturday evening?"
"Before you go asking questions like that, I think you ought to know just who you're asking the question."
"Oh? Are you royalty or something?" he teased.
"No, I'm the girl who was in the papers. You know, the one who was subjected to a triple rape."
"So?"
"Don't you understand?" she asked. "I'm a 'used' girl."
"I didn't know girls were like cars. You mean there are the new models and the used only?"
"Oh boy, you're really cute."
'Hey, look," Mike said to her, "I'm not trying to be cute. I'm trying to get a date with you. How about it?"
"Why?"
"Because I like the way you look."
"Are you sure you want to go out with me?"
"Stop asking dumb questions. I wouldn't ask if I wasn't sure."
"Okay," Judy told him, and gave him her address. "When?"
"Saturday night?"
"Fine."
So when Saturday night rolled around, Mike Goodbody picked her up in his old AMX and drove to the heart of the city, where they went to a restaurant, saw a show, and then went dancing. Judy had the time of her life, but she was worried about what he'd try to do when he took her home.
When the time came, he dropped her at her apartment house, saw her to her door, and left, but not before making a date with her for the following Saturday night. Soon he was seeing her on Sundays, as well, but not once did he try kissing her.
One Sunday, he brought her to his apartment to show her his hi-fi stereo setup, and he played a lot of records without making a pass.
"What's the matter?" she finally asked. "You keep taking me out but you don't even try kissing me. You make me feel awful."
"Well, I wouldn't do that for the world," he told her, and gathering her in his arms, he kissed her, hard. She responded with equal vigor, and she felt the juices in her body starting to flow automatically. It was love, damn it! Now, for the first time, she wanted to make love to a man, but was afraid to broach the subject, thinking he might consider her a tramp.
Unable to take the torrid kissing for any length of time, she finally said to him, "Don't you want to make love to me?"
"I've been dying to do just that for a long time," he whispered, "but I was afraid how you might take it. After all, I know you've had one hell of a traumatic experience ... "
"If I tell you something will you promise not to get angry or be disappointed with me?"
"You're one girl who could never disappoint me," he told her.
"Well, when they did it-when they raped me, I liked it."
"Seriously?"
"Uh huh. I've never admitted it to anyone else, not even my sister, but it's the truth. I liked it. So if you want to rape me, you just go right ahead."
"Rape is so gauche," he insisted. "Why should I have to hurt or force you, when we can do it all gently, with the love we feel for one another. Oh, I know you love me, Judy. You see, I love you. I want to marry you. I know it sounds old-fashioned, but I'm a kind of old-fashioned guy. So before I screw the lovely little butt off you, tell me, will you marry me?"
"You can bet your own butt on that," she assured him.
They undressed without haste and lay down on the carpet with soft music playing, and they proceeded to hug and kiss and cling to one another as if each was part of the other and didn't want to let go.
When the time was right, they both knew it. Judy lay on her back, and Mike mounted her, sliding right into her, saying, "I hope you become pregnant so you have to marry me as quickly as possible."
"I hope so, too," she gasped.
"Well, I guess there's only one way to see if it can be done," he said, and began thrusting into her.
