Consumer legislation is in its infancy but more and more people are becoming aware of the need for equitable and responsible laws in this area. "Caveat emptor" is no longer the acceptable philosophy as it has been for so many centuries.
With the "truth in lending" laws the consumer can now see for himself exactly how much he's paying for the privilege of easy credit to satisfy his increasing wants. Whether the consumer will reduce his unneeded purchases as a result of this information is still uncertain but at least the information, by law, must now be available.
In our buy now, pay later society there are millions of people who find it all too easy to buy now but impossible to pay later. When that happens, their debts are turned over to collection agencies who frequently exert unusual pressures to extort payments from their debtors.
A Sucker for Losers is the frank and shocking story of a girl from the ranks of debt-ridden society who finds herself working for a collection agency and forced to exert the kinds of pressure on debtors that her own family has been prey to. One of the company's accounts they've been unable to collect from introduces her to the oldest form of extortion in the world.
Nagged by conscience and provoked by her own awakening instincts, Lenore Weiss soon find herself caught in the quicksand world of wheeler dealers and con artists, extortionists and debtors. It is a world of dog eat dog and jungle ethics, the kind of world millions of Americans have been trapped in by their own greed and poor judgment.
The new consumer laws may not impress and inform the average citizen as well as this provocative dramatization of the whole sordid story as presented in this blazing new novel by Justin Robbins. We, the publishers, are therefore proud to present this candid expose of the collection agency tactics, the destitute people they prey on and the raw passions unleashed in this conflict. If this forewarns even one consumer of the pitfalls awaiting him when he signs his name to an easy credit contract, then we feel we will have forearmed him.
-The Publishers
Chapter One
The scarred oak desk was a veteran of many years of use and very definitely out of place in such a modern office. Some of its users had even left their initials gouged in it. She noticed that others had left ink spills on it as Phil Leeds, her new boss, was telling about "never letting the bastards get a word in edgewise".
She nodded even though she was a little shocked at his cynicism. The desk somehow went with the man, but not with the office. Realizing she was being a little inattentive, she looked up, breaking the spell of the ink stains and initials.
The office was in one of those new buildings with lots of glass and little courtyards with concrete fountains. Heavily cushioned carpeting and plastic furniture, important lamps and bulky framed prints made splashes of brilliant color against the white plaster walls. Certainly a lot better than what she'd had to look at on her last job in the restaurant, Lenore thought, leaning back in the orange plastic chair.
The memory of strong detergents and frying onions came back. Greasy menus and harsh neon, blaring jukebox and watery soups. Lenore felt her feet begin to ache just thinking about it. Oh, this was so much better, the thought gratefully. Her breath caught a little in awe that she, Lenore Weiss, could be employed here in this new office building as the girl Friday for Phil Leeds Collection Agency.
A typing course at night had been her passport. How many times she had almost quit, dragging herself to class when she was so tired from the dinner shift, but somehow she had stuck it out. Because she had, Phil Leeds had been willing to take a chance on her even though she'd never had any experience in the collection business. But he'd never regret it, she told herself fiercely. She'd work and she'd learn and she was never going back to waiting tables. Never!
"You look like you don't believe what I'm telling you," his voice cut through her reverie.
"Oh... oh, yes, I do, Mr. Leeds. It's just that it's all so new to me." She leaned forward breathlessly. Phil eased back in his battered leather chair, bit the end off a new cigar and spat it into the convenient waste basket. Christ! This was a green one all right. Probably should have his head examined for hiring such a kid.. .no experience ... and soft as butter. How the hell could she even talk turkey on the phone to the easy ones, much less the hard ones? Getting soft himself! Falling for the old trap of letting her learn the business. Hell, that could take months ... even if she could. But there was something about her he hadn't been able to resist.
She was a tall, fragile girl with huge brown eyes like a fawn, a long spill of thick, shining dark hair that framed a pale, heart-shaped face. Earnest, quick, smiling, eager to please, and there was also something kind of helpless about her. Despite her slenderness she was full-breasted with sleekly curved hips and long tapering thighs. Shit! No question about it. Lenore Weiss had the most gorgeous set of knockers he'd ever seen! Her ass even swayed a little when she walked too, but she was completely unconscious of it. It was no whore's walk. More likely she was not too strong for those full, ripely blooming breasts that were weighing her down. So, he as a goddamned fool, but hell, it couldn't hurt to see something nice around the office. The last two would have broken mirrors.
"I know I'll make mistakes, Mr. Leeds, at first. .. but honestly, I'll learn. I know I will." She smiled up at the snub-nosed sandy-haired man. He had those piercing blue eyes that could cut right through you, like he could see inside and know just what you were thinking. Gruff. He growled a lot but she knew that underneath all that blustering there was a good man. He had to be. He was taking a chance on her, so he had to be kind underneath, with feelings, real feelings. That silly old desk and chair proved that, sitting like two worn out old pensioners in the midst of all this brand new shining office. It was obvious he couldn't bear to part with them. Maybe he'd had them in his first office ... something like that. He was good and kind and he was going to be the best boss a girl ever had. She just knew it.
"Okay. Let's give it a try. Come over here and well look at the files." Phil shifted his cigar and rose, sucking in the paunch that was just beginning to really show. Too much drinking and too little sweating. Maybe he could get back to going to the gym when he got Lenore trained. Tuesdays and Thursdays. Be good to get back in shape again. The girl got to her feet too, and then he realized the way those big knockers jiggled a little that she wasn't all bound up in one of those heavy steel brassieres. Those boobs were real, just solid, young, twenty year old fistfuls of beautiful white flesh. Phil felt his restlessly stirring cock awaken just looking at her.
Lenore followed her new boss dutifully to the outer office where her own desk was located. He jerked out a bright yellow file drawer in the banks of files behind her desk and rifled through a stack of red-flagged folders.
"These are the real deadbeats. These bastards owe so much money we could set up another Fort Knox if we could collect it."
The cigar was shifted to the other side of his mouth as he pulled out one bulging file folder. "Take this son of a bitch, for instance. Cooper, Marlon T., Salesman. Made good money. .. but spends it like it was free for the asking. The minute you get his credit cut off one place, some other sucker gives it to him again. Wife divorced him and left the state. Can't get anything out of her either. Took the kids. Left him saddled with alimony that would kill him, even if he was making what he used to, and he isn't. I've been after this one for three years now, and I'm not even close. This whole file is full of bums like him. These you work on every day a little bit. You gather every scrap of information you can about them. Once in a while we get enough to hang them. Not often, but once in a while."
Lenore caught her breath and tried to keep her face composed. Venom had crept into Leeds's voice that she hadn't heard before. The sketchy details he'd recited left her feeling queasy. It was just the sort of story she knew by heart and had worked so hard to get away from. A hand to mouth dodging the bill collector's existence had been her mother's way of life. Lenore knew all about not answering the phone, or getting it taken out, and never answering the door if it was a stranger. Oh dear heaven, whatever made her think she could handle a job like this? She'd been on the other side, trying to get away from the threatening voices, the banging on the door in the middle of the night, the stacks of vicious letters. The succession of stepfathers had only made it worse. Her mother had never hooked up with a man who could make a living. Finally, painfully, inch by inch, Lenore had worked until she could get a room on her own and get away from them. And here she was now, about to embark on hunting down the same kind of people as her own. Oh God! How could she do it? She was never going to feel anything but sorry for the poor bedeviled debtors.
"Now, this file is full of the next hardest to collect from. It goes without saying, you got to work on these every day too. Because if you don't collect, I can't pay your salary or the rent or fee myself. That's why I say . . . you can't get involved .. . can't give them a single inch or they'll be gone . .. skipped! Skip tracing's not easy. I'll show you how, but the return is never as great as it is on the ones who stay put." He turned to look at the girl. She was paler than ever and trembling.
"What's the matter? You sick or something?"
"No . . . no... I'm fine ..." Lenore whispered. Her voice didn't seem to work too well. Damn it. She knew these people. She'd grown up with them and worked hard to get away from them, but it seemed so heartless to terrorize them.
"Well, you're not fine. That's obvious.
Look ... if you got no stomach for this . .. you better level with me now. Could save us both a lot of grief later on."
Her dark eyes widened then and darkened with terror. "Oh, no, Mr. Leeds. Oh no! Ill learn! I promise!" Lenore knew that a note of near hysteria had crept into her voice, and she was powerless to stop it. "You don't know what this means to me. Please give me a chance to try. I know I can do it! I just can't go back to the restaurant!"
He saw that the tears were almost ready to spill from the thick lashes now as she looked at him imploringly. It was a matter of life and death to her. Dumb kid. Hell, how'd he get into this fix? Well, it would take a while to find somebody else. May as well give it a whirl. Leeds. . . your brain's getting as soft as your gut.
"Well, then for Christ's sake ... stop shaking and looking like you're going to faint on me. Pay attention. I'm telling you like it is. You got to be hard as nails in this business. The minute you start feeling sorry for these thieves, you're dead."
Lenore nodded frantically, blinking back the tears, trying not to remember what it was like, trying to imagine the horror of having to go back and ask for her job at the restaurant. She'd do anything... anything! Something inside told her that if she failed now she would have nothing to look forward to but the kind of life her mother had. There was a right time for breaking out of the mold that she'd been born into, and if she didn't grab it... it would vanish forever. This was the right time. It was now or never!
"You just tell me what you want done, Mr. Leeds," she gulped valiantly, "And I'll do it." He looked skeptical and irritated but he showed her, nevertheless.
When he was finished, he heaved a sigh of relief, grabbed his hat and went out. Lenore had gotten control of herself enough that she could wave him off with a cheery smile.
Looking around, going over their conversation in her head, she found a glass in the bathroom and automatically filled it. The plants probably needed water. She poured a full glass into the fern planter before she discovered they were plastic. Nervously she replaced the glass in the bathroom and went back to her desk.
She sat for long minutes staring at its polished surface. Mr. Leeds knew she was wrong for the job, she could tell. He'd as good as said she was on probation. It was up to her to prove him wrong. Her guts didn't feel up to proving anything but she had to.. . she simply had to!
Decisively she swung around to the files and pulled out the yellow drawer. In Leeds's state of skepticism she'd better prove her ability by tackling one of the really tough accounts. Her fingers walked through the red-flagged folders. What was the one he'd shown her? Coo . .. Coo .. . Cooper, Marlon T. That was it.
The whole sordid story was there. Debts mounting like doom, divorce, alimony and child support payments he couldn't meet. Fired from his job. Three years and not one single dollar had the agency been able to collect. The debtors were on their back to do something. Reports and letters and recorded phone calls. Well, Mr. Cooper, Marlon T., she told the beige telephone, you are about to pay something on your overdue accounts and secure my job for me. She lifted the receiver and dialed ... * * * Hell, Marlon thought, there wasn't much in the refrigerator. He pulled out the milk and half a loaf of bread. Someplace he'd seen a jar of peanut butter left from when Rita and the kids were still here. But, it was better than using his last few dollars for lunch. He could almost taste an icy martini and grilled trout, but he had to get it through his head those days were gone for a little while.
Locating the peanut butter at last, he spread the bread thickly. What a hell of a way to live! Goddamned house was almost empty of furniture now. The rooms echoed eerily when he walked across the once shining vinyl floor of the kitchen-family room.
He took the glass of milk and sandwich into the family room, flicked on the TV noon news and sat down in the one remaining chair to eat his solitary lunch. All he got was a soap opera. Hell, it wasn't even twelve yet. He'd told himself he'd grab an early lunch at home to save money, but had driven out here at eleven just to avoid another hopeless call on a customer. Shit! Who was going to buy electronic equipment now? Practically every electronics outfit was dying because no government contracts were coming in at all. He was kidding himself and he knew it. It was only a question of time until he was let go for the same reason. How could you see what wasn't there?
The phone rang and he jumped guiltily. Christ. He'd almost forgotten he'd had it put back in. Without a phone you were lost if an account tried to call you. It had been long enough that he didn't think the collection agencies would try again. Besides, with Rita gone now there was no one to answer it during the day. He looked at the insistently ringing instrument in speculation. It might be the office, it might be a bill collector, it might even be one of the dames at the country club he'd met through the few people he still knew. What the hell!
"Hello ... ?"
"Mar?" Lenore thought that might throw him off the track. She was going to learn how to do this and not act like some green idiot! "This is Lenore ..." She tried purposely to make her voice low and sexy the way they did in the movies. It wasn't cricket, but if it worked and convinced Mr. Leeds, she didn't care.
There was only the tiniest pause. "Lenore, baby . .. you naughty girl.. . how'd you know I'd happen to stop off during the day . .. have you been following me?" Likely story. I just wish to hell it was true. Marlon searched his memory diligently while he kept up the running patter, but couldn't come up with a thing labeled Lenore.
She was speechless at his reply. Obviously he thought it was some other Lenore he thought he was talking to .. . but if she let him run . . . maybe she'd learn something. Even a tiny clue might help. He paused slightly for breath, and she realized he'd asked her what she'd been doing with herself.
"Ohh . . . the usual.. . you know . . . " Now that she was into this, she hadn't the faintest idea how to broach the subject of his debts.
"If the usual is what it ought to be ... then I'm inconsolably jealous," he said in a low breathy voice. It was as though his voice came right through the phone to caress her. Lenore felt the skin on the back of her long neck prickle deliciously. My God, the man sounded like Richard Burton in a very loving mood. It gave her the kind of shivers she got in the movies when a love scene was about to start.
"If you were here right now... I'd take the peanut butter sandwich out of your mouth and fill it with kisses ..." he went on. "I'm having a lonely sandwich. Crazy, I got this hankering for peanut butter sandwiches . .. the kind you used to have as a kid... so I said the hell with lunch at the club today ... all that elegant rich stuff... I'm going to have a peanut butter sandwich... and I just wish you were here ..."
"Ah . . . yes . . . well actually, ah Mar . . . that sounds great... but... I... I, well, I think maybe I have the wrong Mar ... I mean the wrong number ..."
''Wait . . . don't hang up .. . please ... listen to me ... "
"But you see... I, well, I really don't know you at all."
'Thank God. I was afraid I was losing my marbles. I know I couldn't forget a voice like yours, and I couldn't place you at all. You may have saved my sanity, dear girl... I still wish you were here ..."
"But... Mr. Cooper ..."
"Then you do know me ... "
"Well, no... I, you see ... look... I'd better explain ... I'm with the Phil Leeds Collection Agency, and I called because I wanted to know when it would be convenient for you to pay something on your accounts ..." She couldn't go on. The breath had simply died out of her. He'd sounded so wonderful and now he'd clam up and she'd ruined everything. Silly stupid girl, she scolded herself. He's only an account, another name. You can't get personally involved. That's what Mr. Leeds said.
"Oh ... I see ... " There was a long pause.
"Mr. Cooper . . . Mr. Cooper ... are you there . . . ?"
"Yes..." came the meek deflated reply .. . like a little boy who knew he was going to be punished. Lenore's heart went out to him. It was a dirty trick she'd pulled. He'd thought it was somebody or something wonderful, and now it was only his old debts coming to haunt him.
"Lenore .-..?"
"Yes." she answered breathlessly, feeling ashamed and defeated.
The voice brightened. "I know how hard this must be for you .. . calling people up to ask them to pay their debts . .. how long have you been doing this . . . ?"
"Well... to be truthful... I just started today . .. you're my first call... and I guess I'm not too good at it... "
"You were fine, honey .. . sweet and relaxed and easy ... I'd say you're going to be a big success at it." The warm easy charm was back again, the voice caressing her like a loving hand. Lenore shivered. She hadn't had much experience with men. In fact, after a few bitter experiences, she'd sworn off. None of the men she ever met were any different from her stepfathers. Bums, deadbeats, slave drivers, selfish, never interested in a woman as a person but only for what they could get out of her. Lenore had made a vow a long time ago. . . she was never going out with a man unless he made her feel the way the actors did in the movies. She knew it was silly and unrealistic but that was the kind of man she wanted to love. Until she found him she'd rather wait and be lonely . .. save her money until she could move in the kind of society where she could meet men like that. This was the first one who sounded like the movie stars. She just knew he'd look like them too.
"You did call at the right time, too. I know I've been rather beastly about paying up those old accounts... but I really have been in a bind. But, my luck is changing. I have a new job now. Just got my first paycheck. I can't pay all of it right away, but I can give you something on it. .. and believe me III pay the rest off just as fast as I can ... You do believe me, don't you ... ?"
"Oh ... oh, Mr. Cooper ..." Lenore cried delightedly. He was the kind of man she thought he was. He was going to pay something on the account. She could prove to Mr. Leeds that she could handle this job after all. A surge of confidence went through her. The world was all right again. "When do you think you could send us something or come in?"
"Well, honey, that's the trouble. I have to pull out of this hole in easy stages. I can't do it all at once... I frankly don't know how I'm going to get it to you."
"Well, what's the problem ..." Lenore's heart fell.
"It's rough for a man who's been in my position to admit this... but my car was repossessed. I don't have any transportation," he lied. "You wouldn't happen to have a car, would you, Lenore?"
"Well, it's not much of a car. Just an old jalopy."
"Look... you've been so sweet... could you do me just one more favor... come out here after work and collect? I know it sounds like some kind of come-on, but honest... Aw, hell... that's too much to ask of a nice girl like you."
"Well, I guess I could drive by tonight to pick up your payment, Mr. Cooper."
"Marlon, please ... some people call me Mar. . . but I think I'd rather you called me Marlon. Besides, I want to meet the sweetest voice I ever heard."
"Well, that's very kind of you, Mr. Coop. .. Marlon. Ill see you about six, if that's all right." Lenore concluded crisply.
The afternoon few by in a daze of calling accounts, filing, doing the reports, checking payments through the credit bureau. Lenore did it all with urgency and a buoyant confidence. She couldn't remember any time in her twenty years of life that she had felt so full of sheer joy. There was no accounting for it, except that Marlon Cooper had made her feel like a smart, desirable woman, and she'd never even met him. Suppose he turned out to be bald and fat and unattractive? But she knew . . . she knew somehow inside that he just couldn't be! As for his debts, that could happen to anyone when a run of bad luck came along.
She laughed aloud to herself as she cleared her desk near closing time. Now she knew what they meant in books when they said, "Her heart sang." She could hear the tune plainly. Not one thing had ever happened to her in the four years she'd worked at the restaurant that could compare with just talking with Marlon Cooper on the phone. Not only had he given her a self-confidence she'd never had but he was going to pay on his account and help to secure Leeds's approval. Oh, it was a wonderful world!
As the evening sky dimmed into twilight Lenore drove along the tree-shaded streets of the suburb where Marlon lived. Even the trees danced, the leaves fluttering in graceful animation as though in celebration. It was a nice neighborhood. The houses were set back from the street with pretty lawns and curving drives. Paint freshened and trim, the houses looked as though prosperous people lived there. Every garage was big enough for two cars, and there were expensive bicycles and boats visible here and there. She'd never lived in a place like this, but anything was possible now.
The eager girl Friday peered at the numbers as she inched along the curb. Then her heart almost stopped. There was a man silhouetted in a doorway watching her. A cigarette glowed in his hand. She knew before she saw the number that it was the Cooper house.
For the first time she had a surge of doubt mixed with fear. Would Phil Leeds approve of her collecting personally after work? Probably not. He hadn't any use for debtors. Almost as though he thought they were all criminals and would do anything. If he'd known he wouldn't have let her come, she was sure. Maybe he was right! There was nothing to go on but a phone conversation. Oh God . . . she might be exposing herself to something awful. Cooper might be psycho or something. But she was here now. He'd seen her. For a wild moment she wanted to drive on by.
At last she got shakily out of the car. Suddenly, it looked older and more dilapidated than ever. Even her dress felt out of style, although it was new for the job, a pale pink rib knit that clung to every line of her body.
Before she could speculate more, the man whose eyes had followed her every move reached out a hand to her and said softly, "Lenore."
"Yes. Marlon Cooper?"
Before she could protest, Lenore found herself in a big living room with very little light except that from a roaring fire in a massive rock fireplace. There was a big sofa pulled up in front of the crackling blaze and a small table with drinks and celery sticks stuffed with peanut butter.
"Since I couldn't share sandwiches with you at lunch, I thought we ought to recapture the mood anyway," Cooper said softly, handing her a drink. He picked up a celery stick, took a crunchy bite and then put the crisp stalk to her lips. His eyes held hers like a magnet. In the light of the fire Lenore could see they were gray, a pale silvery gray. He wore a blue shirt open at the throat and dark slacks. The thick hair was a deep golden brown, neither long nor short but well cut, and the perfect frame for the strong-jawed, straight-nosed, full-lipped masculine face. He was neither bald nor fat, young nor old. He was perfect... as she'd known deep inside that he would be. Thirty maybe with the rugged good looks that borders almost on the kind of homeliness that many male movie stars have now. As though in a trance her lips opened obediently and bit the celery, remembering the crazy remark on the phone about filling her mouth with kisses. His eyes focused on her lips as she chewed the bite. Her knees felt so shaky that she sat abruptly, her drink almost spilling.
She drank thirstily, hoping the alcohol would still her quaking stomach. This was crazy, absolutely crazy. In a strange house with a strange man, having a drink that she wasn't used to . .. and feeling she was going to faint from sheer excitement...
It was really better than he'd hoped. Much better. This fragile little doe could hardly stand, she was so nervous and enchanted. A babe in the woods. It was obvious! He circled and leaned one elbow against the mantle piece. The big dark eyes followed his every movement as though she couldn't believe he was real. Marlon observed her seriously, assessing the slender young body with the proud thrusting young breasts, the long tapered thighs outlined under the clinging knit dress. His long thick cock jerked once in anticipation and began crawling to life. Christ, it had been years since he'd had a virgin, and unless he'd badly miscalculated, she was as clean and unsullied as she looked.
"Do you believe in fate... ?" The heart-shaped face lifted. The nostrils quivered, eyes like a trusting but nervous fawn. 'Then, come here ..." he whispered gently.
Yes! Marlon Cooper was a man who knew exactly what he wanted, and Lenore Weiss embodied it all at that moment. The promise in her eyes and in the lushness of her body held him captive. He couldn't have done otherwise. Even the knowledge that as he reached out to take this lovely creature into his arms he was, at the same time, committing himself to what could prove a stupid course of action, did not deter him. He wanted her! ... So he reached for her to claim what she had offered him. It was as simple as that!
He reached for her, and Lenore came into his arms naturally, her lips waiting, as he searched and found them with his own. Mouths welded together in passion, and tongue probed searchingly, tasting, savoring, and exciting each other.
With gently caressing hands, he explored her body; her lushly ripened curves under the thin material of her dress were almost unencumbered. She wore nothing but the panties and thin brassiere under it. He felt her full, melon-like breasts through the dress and massaged them, aware of their smooth firmness under his hand. Reveling in the feel of them, he wanted them free and naked, sleekly alive and quivering.
His hand slid upward, along her back, to her neck, found the zipped clasp. He grasped it and it gave a long, smooth, sighing pull, opening her dress to the waist. The garment fell forward, and he extracted her arms, the dress falling to the floor. One jerk and the thin brassiere fell, exposing her lovely female body to the navel. A gasp escaped her eyes, and then a moan. She was a feast for his eyes, her nakedly upthrusting breasts were glowing alabaster white, without a trace of suntan; just underneath her almost-translucent skin he could see the delicate tracery of veins, showing pale blue.
Instantly, his mouth was there, kissing them, his hands caressing her softly pliant orbs of warm flesh; and while his mouth hungrily sucked one cameo-pink nipple, his hands gently kneaded the other. He rolled the nipples between thumb and forefinger, feeling it growing to become firmly erect before he switched the process. He still almost couldn't believe it was happening. What a stroke of fantastic luck! He had to believe it... what he was fondling caressingly was real flesh and blood woman ... a woman whose name was Lenore Weiss... a woman so beautiful, so desirable, so naive, she could only happen in dreams. .. and he wasn't dreaming!
He leaned back then, forcing her eyes to follow. With deft movements, he removed the dress from her feet, tossing it, carelessly, toward the low coffee table. Only those provocative little white panties remained.
"Oh God, Lenore, baby," he groaned, catching her to him again, forcing his tongue into her wet, softly whimpering mouth. His caressing her warm-fleshed white buttocks, found the elastic leg band of her sheer nylon panties. His outstretched middle finger squirmed inside to find the dampened pubic curls and then her already slickened, warmly swollen slit between the firm young thighs.
Lenore jerked as though seared with an electric charge! The trance was broken, the spell shattered! She stared aghast at this strange man at her almost naked body. Her arms flew up to cover her breasts. Oh God! What was she doing?
His face hard now, he grasped the waistband of the wispy panties, and stripped her free of the slight encumbrance to make her completely naked. She was his alone, for now, to gaze upon, and his lustful eye took in all of her, the gently restrained swelling of her hips, the tiny indented waist, the long tapering legs - supple young legs - exciting him, sending slashing erotic sensations knifing through him. Eyes boring into her pelvis, he saw her dark-haired triangle, the female furrow of her moist-excited pussy barely visible there beneath it. His hardened, elongated cock jerked inside his pants, making its bid for freedom, and he could already feel the slippery lubricant oozing out of its slitted head. Marlon hadn't realized, until then, how really aroused he was. He'd waited too long. .. with all that talk. Damn! He wanted her so damned bad he could taste it! He had to get it into her ... quick! And, he still had all of his clothes on, he realized as he reached down to open the zipper of his fly.
"No, don't... please," she gasped.
"Shut up ..." he said, hoarsely.
His big hands were fast and efficient; they moved with sure knowledge on his clothing. Soon he was stripped naked, to reveal his hard-muscled body, with his fully erect cock standing out from his hairy loins, massively ample, throbbing and stiffly alert. Ready! God! Was he ready!
He roughly grabbed the trembling young girl then, plastering her nakedly supple body to his in an enveloping bear-hug, his wetly hungered lips searching for hers, finding them and kissing her hard, mashing her soft full lips back against her teeth, while his avid tongue surged into her mouth. The horror at what was about to happen hit her then, and she twisted her mouth aside, breaking the kiss, to bury her face against his chest.
Insistently, his hands moved over her lush young body, exploring the silky smoothness of her back, down over the firm roundness of her buttocks and the impudent upthrusting orbs of her breasts. Finally, his relentless hands reached down again to the palpitating, dark-downed mound up between her thighs. She reacted involuntarily, attempting to twist away from him and begging, "P-please . .. Ohhh . . . please . .. No!"
"Yes, baby... yes! Right now!" he growled, not giving in to the innocent young girl's frightened plea.
"Fate, baby . . . fate," he murmured as his mouth slid down from her lips to the softly quivering fullness of her breasts. Marlon took a budding little pink nipple into his mouth, absorbing the whole of it, including the areola. He nibbled on it voraciously, his hands keeping up their tantalizing caresses, probing each luscious contour of her fearfully trembling nakedness.
"God . . . you're absolutely beautiful... Lenore!" he choked, as he moved across to capture the twin mounds of the breasts his lips had just left. This time, his teeth dug cruelly into the berry-like bud of the nipple. She was shaking as though struck with a chill. Jesus, yes! Soon now! She seemed about ready to go into orbit!
"Ooh!" she gasped. 'That hurts ... !"
Ignoring her cry of pain and the objections to his rough treatment, Marlon pushed the naked young girl back onto the sofa. Wide-eyed and frozen, Lenore watched him, cringing but fascinated, terrified but entranced.
His fully erect penis swayed before her awed gaze. It stood out, awful in its blood-engorged length and thickness. It was so very huge! Lenore had never realized that a man's sex organ could get that big ... when it was erect. She stared with fascination ... and fear. Oh God! This couldn't be happening!
She gasped, chokingly, "Oh ... !"
Marlon saw her look of surprise and the stare locked on his loins.
"What's the matter .. . haven't you ever seen a man's cock?"
She blanched at his use of the word. With an effort, she tore her eyes away from it. "No .. . not really ..." she whispered, hesitantly. "... A boy in high school . . . ex-exposed himself, one time . . . but..." The memory flooded back to her, but that had been nothing, she realized, as her eyes swiveled back to stare at the strange salesman's lust-hardened penis that lanced out like a weapon. "I-It's so big!" she added fearfully. She was mad! The whole thing could not be happening! He was insane, a maniac, and she'd never known such terror in her life! Oh God! She had to get out of here, but her nakedly glistening breasts still tingled and throbbed from his hard mouth. His eyes never left her, and it was the eyes and voice that held her transfixed. She thought he would surely kill her now if she disobeyed him. Oh, - if only she hadn't come here!
"You'll find out how big it really I is... when I shove it into your tight little cunt!" he leered, reaching down to grasp the rigidly throbbing shaft in his hand. With a lewd motion, he pulled the heavy foreskin back to reveal the moist blue-red cock-head beneath. "Nice . . . huh?"
Before she could answer, he lay down beside her, his hands moving over her trembling young body again. Gradually his fingers worked lower until he was stroking her lushly ripened buttocks and, at the same time, trying to get a hand between her thighs. Unconsciously, fear gripping her, she instinctively tried to protect herself from his crude, frontal assault by clamping her legs tightly together and attempting to wriggle away from him.
"Open your legs, damn it! How do you expect me to get to that cute little cunt of yours?" he roared and raised his fist threateningly.
Quaking with terror, Lenore did as he instructed and felt his outstretched middle finger sliding down through her wetly throbbing furrow to slip into the virginal tightness of her vagina. He thrust it in and out several times, never very far - just teasing her cuntal lips - then moved upward to tease her erect little clitoris lying between the moistly heated folds at the top of her pussy slit. Moaning, she writhed her hips back and down into the sofa in an effort to escape the tormenting finger that gouged and wormed into her secret flesh.
"Mmm ... your cunt's nice and tight," he mumbled. "You really are a virgin! Perfect!" The silver-gray eyes questioned and approved.
Her pleas didn't reach him; he was deaf to them. Her movements to escape him could be high passion or genuine terror. He could care less! Christ! He had to fuck this tight little cunt now, or go mad!
"That's it, doll! Move that little ass!" he growled, levering himself up on strong arms as his hips came down between her widespread legs. The lust-swollen head of his cock pulsated menacingly at the tiny, hair-covered opening of her vagina as he leered down at her. The terrified, tear-stained face of the girl was a study in raw, unbridled fear. .. "I've waited too Goddamned long for this! You came to get fucked, baby, and you are going to get fucked ... but good!"
Lenore knew his intention was real then. She saw it in his face. He was going to plunge his long thick penis into her virginal and completely unprepared vagina ... A paralyzing fear and alarm quaked in her. Oh God! Mr. Leeds was right! She couldn't 1Q handle this job! Her first day and she was going to be raped by this brutal stranger who both aroused and terrified her, and she felt utterly powerless to stop him! Her limbs were frozen, her brain numbed.
Reaching down between them, Marlon grasped the rock-hard shaft of his cock and placed its pulsing head directly in line with her quivering cuntal opening. Then, with a slight flexing of his hips, he pressed hard against her fear-tensed pussy lips.
Lenore heard herself wailing with apprehension and a sharp pain slashed her abdomen as he shoved harder. "Y-your thing will . . . split me . . . tear me open . . . Please . . . N-not yet! Not yet... I'm not r-ready ... for it! You're killing me!" Oh God! He was a madman and he'd hypnotized her into this terrible position.
"Don't make such a big hassle about it!" he barked. "Hell. .. you're going to lose that cherry, baby! ... And, I'm going to break it, now!"
His hips moved forward and downward with deliberately cruel force, as the chunky, blood-inflated cock-head nudged against the barrier of the cowering young girl's hymen, stretching it brutally. Pain raced over her delicate face; it was almost unbearable, from the look of her, but he kept pushing.
"No! God no!" She was frantic and screaming now as she felt herself stretching, stretching, until she was sure she was being ripped from anus to clitoris. "No! OOOoooh!"
With strength born of desperation, Lenore tried to roll her pelvis to one side, to escape that thick tormenting shaft, but her movements only made his hotly throbbing cock slip further into her virginal opening. Then, she felt her tender tissues begin to rip inside her. Her head swiveled, wildly, but she found no retreat from his brutal impalement. There was no escaping this rapist; she was pinned to the sofa beneath him. Tears flooded her eyes. The room darkened with the pain. She needed help, but there was no one. "Oh, my God ... my God! Someone . .. help m-me!"
"Hold still, goddamnit!" It was an animalistic grunt.
"It's tearing me!" she sobbed. "I-I can't stand it!"
Marlon's laugh was a hard, tight, mirthless cackle. "Hell... I've only got a little bit of the head in you! When I get it all in ... you 11 really know you've got something, then!" Oh Christ! She was tighter than a goddamned vise!
Then, the merciless salesman pushed... hard! He dug in with his toes, levering his hard-muscled body over her, and using all the strength of his strong back and legs, rammed his massively stiffened cock into the tight resiliency of her virginal cuntal opening as she screamed and nakedly bucked in agony beneath him. Sweat broke out on his forehead, and he grimaced with the discomfort, but for him, there was no backing off now. He was determined to get his long hard cock into her tight little pussy if it was the last thing he ever did!
"Christ! You are tight!" he grunted.
Calling forth all the power in his young body, he made a final, titanic effort. He bucked and plunged, the muscles of his back and legs straining, as he drove his penis straight into the velvet heat of her cuntal depths.
The virile, lust-filled cock-head broke through her fragile hymen, tearing and ripping the delicate membrane, as he surged into her wetly throbbing pussy, ravishing the virginal young girl and changing her, on the instant, from a girl.. . into a woman! The physical and psychological fact of her virginity had vanished with the hot pulsating presence of his penis in her cunt... for the first time! Jesus! He'd almost forgotten how good a virgin cunt could skin a cock.
The intense pain of her ruptured hymen brought a wail of anguish from her lips; it was long, drawn-out, the sound coming from deep in her being, like the cry of a wounded and dying animal.
"OOOoooohhh! M-my God! My GOOoooooooodddd! OOOOooooOOO HHH!" she screamed up into his face, her mouth opened wide, nostrils distended and eyes screwed tight with agony.
A merciful twilight of unconsciousness dimmed her senses.. ..Her body relaxed under him; her eyes closed, and her head rolled to one side. She was in shock. Her face paled, noticeably.
Even after seeing her condition, Marlon couldn't stop. Onward he plunged, blindly ramming his rock-hard shaft deep into the lacerated tenderness of her vagina. Ahead of his plundering cock-head, the pliant velvet-like tissues of her inner cuntal passage surged in waves of tortured flesh.
Suddenly, he had plumbed her depths, his cum-filled balls slamming hard into her defenselessly upturned ass-cheeks as the blood-inflated head of his cock flicked on past her cervix to lodge snugly against the back wall of her vagina.
"AAaauuuuugggghhh!" He grunted his satisfaction. "God . . . that's tight! Tight as hell!"
Marlon's bulky cock was embedded in the vise-like walls that seemed to clasp and claim him, absorbing him to the root. He had skewered her, without mercy, and now she was pinned there, beneath him, screaming and wailing but helpless to do anything but let him plunder deep into the very core of her being.
Lenore continued to cry out with the pain of it as Marlon's lust-hardened penis began fucking brutally in and out of her hideously stretched pussy. Involuntarily, her naked young hips twisted under him as she screwed them back and down into the cushions to escape the unbearable pain of his impalement. She was dazed and incoherent with horror and agony, weeping as he attempted to shove the last fraction of an inch of his massively pulsing penis all the way through the back of her cunt and out her body!
Marlon stopped momentarily then, to let her tortured young vagina adjust to the presence of his angrily throbbing cock as he rested atop her naked body, dominating her with his animal energy and effectively skewering her down against the cushions. She was crazed with pain and confusion and plainly numbed with the enormity of the event as she lay for the first time under a man.
Then she opened her eyes wide, weeping up at him, the terrible pain of his savage entrance eased slightly by a strange filling sensation in her bloodied young pussy. Lenore could feel all of his virile thickness now, for every part of her painfully throbbing cunt was tight around his rigid shaft, its veins, and tendons.
"Oh, God!" she moaned. "You're so big ... it hurts so terribly .. . please ... please ... Oh God! Have mercy, take it out!"
In reply to her plea, Marlon cruelly flexed the still expanding shaft of his cock deeply inside her, eliciting another moan of sheer torture from the beautiful young girl.
"Be still, baby. Relax. Let yourself go limp, and 111 make it good for you." Carefully now, Cooper pulled his penis back almost the full, wetly clasping length of her virginal passage. Her slickened cuntal walls milked his cock, clasping its hardness like muscular little fingers massaging his throbbing virility. Just as carefully he moved back into her, then gently out again as he established an easy fucking rhythm. The pain in the girl's face changed dramatically, easing before his eyes to gratitude, then confusion, and finally - as the rippling sensations of pleasure began within her cock-filled femininity - a wide-eyed unbelieving wonder.
Gradually, as her battered young cunt became used to his virile hardness, Lenore's beautiful young face came alive with miraculous surprise, tears still wet on her cheeks from the previous pain like a hurting child suddenly mollified.
Her soft lips were wetly parted as she said, almost shyly, "Oh, that feels wonderful. ..!" Soon, her nakedly curved hips began to move faintly, rotating timidly under him. They moved first in tiny, undulant circles, unconsciously teasing and tantalizing him. Then, she began to respond of her own accord, as she willingly impaled herself with back and forth movements of her pelvis that gradually increased in length, pushing her hips down into the cushions, forcing withdrawal, only to move upward again, her moistly pulsing cunt climbing up the thick long length of his penis. As she moved with and against him, the smoldering need in her grew to the dimensions of a raging furnace in her newly awakened pussy. Oh God! Could anything really be so beautiful!
Marlon was caught in the throes of a sexual rapture he'd seldom known before! He felt the burning inner fire of her tight young cunt, the wonderful feeling of her warm moistness, clasping and moving around him. It was driving him wild. Christ! He'd never fucked such a wildly enthusiastic virgin like Lenore! There was no other like her! She was an eager child he could train!
He braced himself on knees and elbows above her nakedly undulating loins, enjoying the feeling of it, as he allowed her suddenly eager cunt to slither at will up and down the turgid length of his cock. A couple of times, he bucked forward on her up-stroke, driving his lust-expanded cock-head almost through the back wall of her vagina. Each time he did, it elicited a shrill scream of exaltation and then a mewling moan of pleasure from her An passionately gaping lips.
Gradually he began to dominate her, moving with her at first, then grinding his loins into her widespread thighs with real power, his huge cock moving rhythmically in and out of her pulsing young pussy. The shamelessly aroused girl strained back at him, trying to match his vigor, finally suiting her movements to his, in perfect counterpoint.
"Ooooohhhhh, darling, my darling, yessss," she cried piteously as Marlon's hands slipped under her nakedly rounded buttocks, raising them and at the same time driving his penis forward into her with all the strength of his hips and thighs. She muttered incoherently, tears of rapture now encouraging him along with her throaty cries, and wound her long trembling legs around his hips as he fucked into her with all the power of a jackhammer.
She had never known such wonderful madness - this total surrender to a male. Her sex-crazed mind reveled in her wickedness, and she screwed her pelvis up tight against him until she knew that every fraction of his hotly throbbing cock was buried in her up to the hilt. His sperm-bloated balls danced below against the sensitive outer ring of her tiny anus, sending flutters of delirious delight to every cell in her body.
Beneath him, Lenore moaned in ecstasy as she arched her back off the sofa to meet his rampaging thrusts deep into her wetly welcoming sheath, her legs opening and closing around his waist, fucking back against his thick penis as she chanted a lewd litany of sexual surrender.
"Ohhh . .. hard ... long... deep!" she moaned, her teeth tightly clenched together.
Her urgent words bit into him and drove him onto a further wildness, fucking into her vibrantly alive cunt with even more vigor, redoubling his efforts in his attempt to satisfy them both.
Lenore's head wagged from side to side, and her mouth gaped open in a grotesque mask of lust. Her breath was coming in choppy gaspings as he thrust his cock into her churning young cunt faster and more forcefully, filling her wet passage completely with his rigidly unyielding maleness! Savagely, she pulled her knees up and back against her chest, to expose herself to him, and inviting him to fuck even harder into the depths of her moistly clasping pussy. On and on he went, skewering her unmercifully with his rock-hard penis while she moaned and bucked under him, matching his wildness with her instincts of sheer sexual gratification.
"Darling ... oh, Marlon!" she wailed. "It's so goooooood! Please, give it to me, hard! ... Oh God, fill me full! Oooooh!"she begged, tossing her head wildly back and forth on the cushion, her hair flaming like black fire in the firelight. Answering her plea, he increased the tempo of his lunges, running his long hard cock into her opened vaginal passage with a maniacal force that pushed the wide-stretched rim of pink pussy flesh forward on the in-stroke and then pulled it outward like a bellows on the out-stroke. Each thrust of his powerful loins drove her wetly clasping vaginal walls in rippling waves before the angry, inflamed glands of his pistoning cock, and there was no stopping it! His testicles smacked loudly again and again into her upturned buttocks until it sounded like an angry man slamming a fist into his open palm. He speared into her without mercy, slamming up into her cervix with such brutal strength that she screamed again.
"Oh Goddd, God!" she mewled, utterly lost to the salacious lust that drove her on and on, her lovely face twisted in shattering ecstasy, legs jerking and toes curling as she slammed her sensually awakened cunt frantically upwards to meet his every stroke. She never dreamed doing it could be this sublime .. . and she was getting it from a man who called it "fate"! She loved him . . . she actually loved this gray-eyed stranger who was fucking her half to death with his long thick cock. .. and bringing her to some unknown peak of rapture she'd only dreamed about.
Her breath came, panting, and whistling, through her laxly open mouth, as he raged in and out of her passion-seared cuntal slit, generating the sensations that engulfed and consumed her! There was nothing in the world with which to compare it! She was filled .. . filled and fulfilled, and she could feel the nearness of some unattainable climax, as she spun upward in dizzying spirals of sensation, her rapture building within her almost to the bursting point! His magnificently hardened cock was ravishing her almost beyond endurance!
"Yes! Oh, God . . ."yesssss! That's wonderful!" she breathed convulsively.
Faster and faster, she wanted it to come, quick . . . but also, wanted it to go on and on forever and ever! Then, she was catapulted onto a high plain, as surging waves of convulsive muscle spasms claimed her nakedly writhing young body. Vision and hearing blurred. There was no sense of time or place. It was only now!
The deep guttural sounds rising from her chest changed to whimpers of pure bliss. He knew that she was approaching the verge of orgasm, and could suddenly feel the contractions of her hotly throbbing pussy.
Then, abruptly, she went completely insane under him!
''Aaaaagggghhhhh, I'm cuuuummmmmming! Oooohhhh!" she shrieked, bucking and writhing out of control as wave after wave of a wildly erotic pleasure ran through her from head to foot. Her hands darted behind his nakedly pumping buttocks, pulling him into her with amazing strength as her orgiastic fluids gushed hotly out around his still-stroking cock to flow down the sweat-streaked crevice between her ass-cheeks. Spurred on by the young girl's wantonly writhing body, Marlon ploughed harder into her, pressing her legs back flat against her naked breasts, doubling her in half, fucking into her like a human pile-driving machine.
"OOOOOOOOOoooooaaaauuuuu gggghhhh!" she shrilled in a mindless joy, taking all he could give her and wildly crying for more.
Suddenly Marlon could feel the beginning of his own release back behind the root of his cock, like a boiling cauldron of hot metal waiting to be extruded through his steel-hard penis that fucked into her wetly gushing pussy like a well-oiled machine.
Then, without further warning, his sperm-loaded balls began to pump their fluid cargo through him, the jetting action going the full length of his wildly jerking penis, spewing in hosing spurts of white hot semen to splash far up into the confines of her convulsing young cunt. Spasms of pure erotic pleasure shot through him, shuddering through his body in wave after wave of nerve-tingling sexuality. He came ... and came! And with his cumming, Lenore's eyes widened and her tight little pussy began a second series of ripples as she came again herself.
Above her own blissful moans, Lenore heard Marlon groan and could feel the hot torrent of his intolerably heated sperm spewing far up into her dilated womb, mixing thoroughly with her own fluids of release. Her head whirled in a wildly alien sensuality as the strong, wet bursts of his cum surged and ricocheted inside her belly, filling her to the bursting point with its milky whiteness. The hot, slippery walls of her cunt instinctively closed and unclosed, sucking at the jerking organ like a greedy starving mouth.
And then, her satiated young body was drained of everything, her limbs collapsing loosely as Marlon's grip on her was released. She lay spread-eagled, exhausted and uncaring. Some tiny flicker of consciousness acknowledged her newly found womanhood and within seconds she drifted off to sleep...
Chapter Two
Lenore woke in a darkened room, first aware of an enveloping sense of well being and warmth. She was in bed, the silky feel of good sheets against her naked flesh, and warmed by a strong male body that held her protectively, arms and legs curled around her. She had never felt so wonderful, so refreshed, so loved and protected. It was like the loveliest dream she'd ever had. She'd wake soon. Right now she was only dreaming she was awake. This feeling couldn't be real, the head nestled against her throat, the powerful arms embracing her in relaxed sleep, the breath even against her skin, hairy thighs and calves locked around her whole lower body, as though she was infinitely precious. Ohhh. .. this was the thing she'd been searching for all her life .. . this incredibly beautiful cocoon of love and sweetness. "Keep dreaming," she told herself fiercely, "don't wake up. This is too exquisite."
There was a sleepy stirring and the disheveled head burrowed closer, the mouth trailing down over her body warmed shoulder. A small sighing grunt and then she felt the mouth close on her left breast and begin gently sucking. The warmth spread, embers stirred through her, a tiny spark beginning up between her legs from the gentle pull at her breast. Lenore screwed her eyes shut, praying that nothing would disturb or interrupt this beautiful dream.
"Mmmmmmm .. . tastes so good, baby," the mouth murmured around her sensitively throbbing nipple. The tongue came out and circled wetly around the awakening bud. If this was a dream, it was more real than anything had ever been!
Then memory came flooding back like a blow between the eyes! Her hands frantically explored the body pinning her so deliciously against the sheets. Through her hands, the naked male flesh was discovered, the sinewy strength, the hairy forearms and calves and belly and chest, the wide shoulders and back that tapered to a "V" at the buttocks.
It was Marlon Cooper, the debt-ridden salesman she'd come to collect from ... the man who had taken her virginity so brutally . .. the man who had turned her from a terrified girl to a ragingly passionate woman ... no ... a rutting . . . animal... a wanton whore ... begging to be fucked like a tramp off the streets! Oh God! It was true ... it was all true . .. every tiny action and word and sensuous feeling came flooding back. She was in his bed, locked into his arms, her sensually awakening breasts coming to eager like under his tongue and mouth, her vagina, her poor ravished vagina sparking to need between her legs. Oh God!
She tried to move as the horror sank into her consciousness. "Please ... let me go ... "
"Go where, baby?"
"I've got to go home," she mumbled. The tousled golden brown head came up, though she couldn't see the grey eyes in the dark. She didn't need to see them ... she could feel them boring into her. She felt the heavy make body slide on top of her, the weight crushing her nakedness further into the mattress. A stab of terror fluttered a pulse in her throat.
"If I weren't so damn broke ... and desperate ... this could be home. You'd never have to go ... leave this nice warm bed ..." The slow words sank into her brain as she felt the mouth trace a path down her throat, the strong arms digging under her body to hold her close.
Marlon felt the quick intake of breath. The girl gulped at the tiny scrap of hope he dangled, like a starving guppy. Starving is what she was. Christ! He'd never seen a girl so naive, so trusting and needing it so bad that she nearly went out of her mind after he popped her cherry and things really got going. Hell, he was always pretty damn good in bed, but this one acted like he was Apollo come to earth. Gave a man a Goddamned funny feeling to be treated like a god. He still couldn't figure out how a girl who looked like this one could be a virgin at twenty. Shit, she must have been brought up among the blind. He kissed along the long slender throat and shoulder and ear aimlessly, his head grappling with the puzzle of her. There was a nagging suspicion in the back of his head that she could be useful to him for more than just fucking if only he could figure out how.
Hell, he'd given her that line on the phone because by now it was reflex action to him. When Rita left with the kids she said it wasn't the money or losing his job, but because he felt obliged to fuck everything in sight as though it was the only polite thing to do. Well, in a way it was! The world was full of hungry dames. Yes, he knew that in the depths of his being it wasn't just because fucking was so good ... it was like he had to keep practicing because some day he'd need to be the best... like there was a destiny out there waiting for him in the shape of an exacting pussy. He didn't know who it would belong to or when he would meet it, but he never doubted he would. Lenore couldn't be it. She was just a poor kid trying to make a living.
Something clicked in his head. Living! Make a living! Christ, yes! She worked for the collection agency that had made his life hell for so long ... due to their efforts, even his credit was being slowly stifled. Shit! Without credit you were tied ... no freedom to make with the expense account with the right guys or the right dames. No picking up bar tabs or lunching in the right places or wearing decent clothes. Maybe ... just maybe . .. trusting little Lenore could help. An idea was forming slowly in his mind.
"W-what do you mean I'd never have to go ... ?" she whispered breathlessly, her arms coming around his back tentatively. Marlon found her face in the dark and crushed her opened lips with his mouth. He clutched her SQ up to him fiercely, his slowly growing cock stirring to life against her warm, smooth, flat belly. He hoped that would be answer enough while he worked this thing out.
Lenore felt him kissing her and holding her in a wild desperation as though he couldn't bear to let her go now that he'd found her. Ohh ... it would be so wonderful if he'd meant that. .. She kissed him back, her arms tightening around his powerful back, her hands sliding of their own accord down to the granite chunks of his tapered buttocks. Had she found love at last? Did things like this happen in real life ... not just in the movies. What if he had meant that he wanted to marry her . .. what would she do ... ? Oh God .. . he'd been cruel earlier . .. there was no denying that but he could be so wonderful too, so tender and yet so fierce. The truth was that she wanted him as she'd never wanted anything in her whole life before .. . not even the job with Mr. Leeds.
"Look, baby..." Marlon felt her fingers on his face, stroking gently when he pulled his mouth away reluctantly. "I know this is crazy ... all of it's crazy . . . but I never felt this way before. And I've got no right. I can't offer you anything. You know I'm dead broke, most of the furniture's even gone. You know I lost my last job and this one doesn't look too promising. Electronics are way down now." He whispered confidentially, leaning his mouth down to quickly kiss her ear and throat between words.
"If I could just somehow get on my feet. You know when you're down, it's awfully hard to come up again. When your credit's cut off, hell you can't even buy a guy a drink who might have just the kind of job deal you're looking for.. . know what I mean. When you're poor as I am right now .. . they can smell it. If you can act normal, you know, picking up tabs, buying lunch and stuff, wear decent clothes ... they think you're doing okay. Do you understand any of this, baby?"
"Oh, yes... I know what you mean, Marlon . . .1 came from poor people myself.. . it's like you're locked in ... "
"That's it! You're locked .. . just as sure as if you were in prison. So .. . you see ... I got no right... I couldn't drag you in too." His mouth slid slowly over the smooth cheeks, his legs working down between the naive young girl's, his long awakening cock beginning to beat softly against her lower belly.
"But, oh God... I can't lose you now .. . just when I've found you. You're the most wonderful thing that ever happened to me. You know that?"
"Ohhh ... Marlon ... !"
"It's the agency, you know, that's really killing me. The agency you work for. If Leeds would somehow let up ... if I could just pay off the debts ... wipe them clean ... I could get a start again ... I know I could!"
"Of course you could, Marlon. It doesn't take anyone two minutes talking to you to realize how smart you are."
"Christ!" He rolled off the girl who was just beginning to be aroused again by his nearness, his kissing, his pitiful story. Sitting on the side of the bed, he reached for a cigarette on the night table. In the brief illumination of the match he let the worry show.
"Who am I kidding? There's no way. Leeds's not going to just wipe my file clean, mark all the debts paid and give the credit bureau a good report on me. He's not in business for his health either."
Lenore felt as though the lifting of his sweet weight off her left her more truly alone than she'd ever been. It was crazy, like he said. Things like this didn't happen except in the movies. It hadn't even taken half of her twenty years of living to teach her that. But her heart kept pounding and there was a stab of longing in her guts so fierce that she thought she might faint. The light of the match showed her his worried face, the creases in his forehead as he tried to figure a way out for them. Oh, she didn't care how crazy it was ... she loved him ... she really loved him. For the first time in her life . .. she loved a man ... and this morning she hadn't even known he existed!
"Oh, darling... there has to be a way ... there has to ... I can't lose you now ... I can't... I won't.. . !" The recently violated young virgin cried.
"Like how, baby?" Marlon reached out with his hand, not surprised to find it damp. A surge of confidence rushed through him guiding his every move and intonation. "You going to mark my debts with a big red 'PAID'? You going to call the credit bureau and tell them my credit's okay now? You going to lie and cover for me when I haven't been able to do it for myself?" His voice rose bitterly as his hand left her and rubbed his forehead. Marlon let his head sag, his elbows hanging on the points of his knees, his whole body sitting on the edge of the bed, a downtrodden picture of dejection.
"Yes .. . Yes! Yes, darling! I'll do anything for you. You don't know what I'd do for you. It'll be all right... I swear .. .just til you get on your feet. You can pay it later when you've gotten the job you want. This is only a little time that you need. You know I'll do it... ! Oh God ... I'd do anything for you... I love you!" Lenore threw herself against him, the sobs coming out her chest now in great heaves, the pain of his hardship knifing her through her heart. She had to help him. He wanted her... he wanted her to marry him ... she'd found her love .. . she found him at last!
"Shhh... shhhhhh ..." he whispered against her hair, holding the shaking naked girl close against his chest, rocking her like a child, smoothing the wet tears from her cheeks with his fingers. He smiled into the darkness as he held her trembling naked body. IT WORKED! IT WORKED! SHE'S GOING TO DO IT! Marlon Cooper... you are a bloody genius ... and Lady Luck has smiled on you once again in the form of one Lenore Weiss, ex-virgin.
Chapter Three
Lenore? Leeds here. Sorry I had to run out on you so early this morning like that. Looks like you're going to have to really get your feet wet. I've got to be out of town about a peek. Think you can handle things all right?" Leeds ground his cigar out on the dirty floor of the phone booth.
'Oh yes. Everything will be fine, Mr. Leeds. I'll do everything just the way you told me. Don't you worry about a thing." Lenore lied, crossing her fingers frantically as she gripped the phone with one hand.
"I didn't get a chance to ask you this Morning. How'd you do yesterday ... any live ones... I mean, you get promises or payments?"
The young girl's hand shook, and she brought the other hand to press the phone even tighter to her ear. Somehow, things had work out! They just had to! A week with . Leeds gone would help, but he'd have to gone a lot longer than that before Marlon could get straightened out. "Well... well sir ... to be honest, mostly promises .. . but several I know will pay. I just know it!"
"Yeah ... well, I hope you're right. Keep after 'em. Any payments just deposit in the night depository like I told you." Leeds knew he was growling a little into the phone and he knew why. Hell, he hadn't been able to sleep hardly at all last night. He could see that young cunt with his eyes closed. Christ! He sure as hell was getting middle aged when the sight of a young girl could keep him sleepless. Maybe that's why he couldn't quite believe Lenore could do the job ... a kid who looked that good couldn't have much in the brain department... or maybe he didn't want to believe she could 'cause he wanted her so bad. Shit! He hadn't felt like this since he was about eighteen. What made it worse was Lenore was just about the age his own daughter would be if she had lived.
"Yes ... I'll do that, Mr. Leeds. When can I expect you back?"
"Hell, I don't know, Lenore. Maybe a week. Shouldn't be any longer. Can't afford to stay away too long ... I mean you being so new at the job and all."
"Don't you worry about a thing, sir. I'll mind 'the store.' You be careful."
When the good-byes were said, Phil sat for a long time in the rank smelling telephone booth still hearing the soft voice echoing in his head, seeing the pale doe-eyed face with the long dark shining hair, the voluptuous body. Shit! He was getting senile... a goddamned dirty old man! He'd lived alone too long. Mae had divorced him and left after the little girl died. There hadn't seemed any point to anything for either of them. Phil had been nothing but hired cunt ever since. Hired cunt and restaurant food and working like a son of a bitch as though the devil himself was after him. Hell, maybe he was...
Lenore sat staring at the phone as though it were a sensing device recording her every move. If Leeds had called earlier while she was actually marking Richard's debts paid in his folder, she could never have done it. Her insides felt like jelly now and shook uncomfortably. Oh God, she prayed, please let it work out all right... please let it be the right beginning for Marlon and me ...
Stop it! He's wonderful and you're going to be the happiest girl in the world, she told herself firmly. He was thinking of her welfare already and had proved it when he invited her to his house for dinner just so she could meet an important businessman who could swing some business to the agency. Leeds would be so surprised and proud of her. Despite her desperate attempts at assurance, her hands still shook as she locked up the office at five.
An ivory crepe left over from high school graduation was all that she had that looked festive. A simple sleeveless shift, but it suited her dark hair and eyes and showed off her phenomenal breasts. The young girl shivered as she looked at herself in the mirror, the thin fabric clinging to her. Her nipples clenched into tight little buds through her thin bra as she remembered the feel of Marlon's voracious mouth on them. Oh God! She had to stop this.
She arrived early and found herself enveloped in her newfound love's arms right in the middle of the kitchen. Lenore trembled as his mouth sank to hers, his hands warming her from shoulders to buttocks and then sweeping under to cup her warmly tingling breasts. Despite the soreness of her privates, she felt an immediate seeping of moisture dampening her panties.
"Oh Marlon..." she breathed, tearing herself reluctantly from his arms. "You'll mess me all up ... and your guest will be here soon ... ooohh, I wish he weren't coming."
"So do I, baby ... but this could mean a lot of business for your agency. Got to look after my baby now. You do the salad while I get the steaks ready to barbecue." He swatted her affectionately on the bottom and began sprinkling the meat with tenderizer.
Washing the greens at the sink, Lenore looked around over her shoulder proprietarily. This was going to be hers. A house of her own! Somehow Marlon had made the kitchen family room look not quite so empty. There were huge vases and pots of rosebud branches mixed with greens. She didn't really want that businessman and his wife coming. Marlon was all she wanted .. .just Marlon.
To Lenore's amazement she found Jerry Trimble fun in a sort of wise-cracking way. He was breezy and talked a mile a minute. He hadn't brought his wife after all, said she had a sick headache. He had "brought several bottles. Lenore had never had much to drink before, but she found that the drinks quieted her nervous stomach very well.
The steaks took longer to barbecue than Marlon had planned. Jerry kept filling her glass ft"f her. Whatever it was, it tasted delicious, and she was very thirsty. By the time the steaks were ready, she wasn't very hungry . .. after a few bites she wasn't hungry at all...just glowing. The candles on the table kept wavering in front of her eyes.
Over the coffee Marlon suddenly said, "Hell! Out of cigarettes. I'll just run out and get some."
"Marlon?"
Lenore felt him kiss her temple hurriedly. "You two want to talk a little business anyway. Be right back, baby," and he was gone.
Jerry looked at her over the top of his glass. So old Marlon just took her cherry last night. Well, this was one cunt he'd take seconds on anytime. Until Marlon actually left he hadn't really believed that it was on the level, but by Christ, he must have meant it or he wouldn't have left them alone. Hell, he'd even given him the high sign as he walked out the door. Shit! The guy had to be nuts to be selling this stuff, and the way he was doing it was screwy too. "How'd you like to lay a gorgeous twenty year old broad and pay me a fee to get her to clear your debts at the collection agency?" The whole goddamned thing didn't make sense but Jerry had learned a long time ago that some pretty sweet deals that turned out fine didn't make sense in the beginning. The fee Marlon had mentioned amounted to only about a third of what Jerry owed and screwing Lenore was part of the bargain. The way Marlon explained it... she was so turned on by fucking she'd do anything he asked her to. This debt thing had only happened to Jerry twice before, but there was no doubt about it... the records of the collection agency made getting credit hard, and he'd had hell last time paying everything off. He could manage the fee Marlon had mentioned, but just barely. Looking at Lenore sitting across the table, he thought it was worth twice the price. Her skin was like cream in the candlelight, and Jerry felt his impatiently throbbing cock lurch eagerly in anticipation.
Lenore got up and started clearing the table. Jerry's eyes made her uncomfortable; her head felt woozy, and she couldn't think of a thing to say now that Marlon was gone. It was like being with the few boys she'd dated ... dead silence while they looked at her like they were going to eat her alive. It scared her!
"Here, let me help you with that," Suddenly, Jerry was right beside her. He was almost the same height as Lenore, a balding middle-aged ordinary looking man who exuded an almost teenage enthusiasm, laughing a lot and wise-cracking. He wasn't laughing now ... he was looking at her . .. like men always did. She trembled and turned away, but he took the plates out of her hands and grabbed her.
He was thick where she was slender - flat where she curved, thrusting where she hollowed. The wheeler dealer held her in a maddened grip, tongue fucking her fiercely, his sensual lips wetly bruising hers in a furious kiss. Lenore struggled and twisted, trying to bite his lip to make him let go, but it was as though she was weighted down and her movements in slow motion.
At last he pulled his mouth away, panting, "Relax, baby. We're gonna have a ball." His hand was covering her heavily straining breast, and Lenore could feel the nipple pop obediently into the hot male hand, the nipple turgid and thrusting under the sheer crape of her dress.
"Let me go," she whispered fiercely, trying to fight the slow tingling that was spreading like the faintly shivering sound of silver bells from her ripely full breast all through her body.
"No way, sweetheart. I had my eyes on you from the minute I walked in. I love the snooty way you walk." He was pressing the words along the pink flushed skin of her throat and ear and jaw with his hungry lips. His hand was moving in tight little circles on her softly quivering breast, grinding the nipple under the fabric into the hard palm of his hand.
"Stop it!... . Marlon ... he'll be right back!" Lenore had to stop him and get him out of here! He was a maniac!
"I don't think so, baby," he laughed. "Don't worry about him." He was sucking the life out of her again, and she couldn't breathe. His hand was flaming both her breasts then tracing the nakedly exposed flesh down her slender arms and back up again. Get out of here. . . just get out of here was the only thought in her head. She couldn't believe that Marlon wouldn't be back soon ... not after last night. He couldn't! He just couldn't!
Lenore was so tired; she battled both the fatigue and the uncooperativeness of her alcohol-slowed body in addition to the hard hands, arms and mouth of Jerry Trimble. She could feel her own skin, her own traitorously aroused flesh urging him on. A stranger ... a man she'd never seen before! Oh God! What was happening to her?
At last she tore herself away and lurched to the living room door. Where was Marlon? Why didn't he come back? Or hadn't it meant a thing to him? Maybe last night hadn't meant anything! Damned fool! Oh why had she ever come to this crazy place?
Lenore felt Jerry's arms close around her from behind. "No!" she blazed, jerking away from him. He looked at her and narrowed his eyes again suspiciously. "I'm .. . I'm sick. I don't feel well. I... I think I had too much to drink." Her hand went to her forehead, and her eyes fluttered open and closed.
"Jerry ... I'm sick," she groaned.
He looked at her with lust-glazed eyes. "I'll get you back to the bedroom. You can lie down. That okay with you, pal?" Jerry rasped, taking Lenore's arm.
All the way to the room, Jerry's hands were all over her, pretending to be sympathetic over her feeling ill. Although dazed by the alcohol, she was livid! Lenore decided to pretend to vomit or rather threaten to when they got to the door. Then she'd push this gross ape and slam the door. Her whole body tensed, for they were almost there, and she felt her heart thudding. He pushed the door open and ushered her in. It all happened so fast she didn't have time to fake anything.
Lenore tried to shove him out the door, but he stumbled and recovered quickly, and instead of his going out as she'd planned, he came rushing into her, pushing her ahead of him. Lenore heard the door click, and her heart sank.
"You don't think I'd leave you when you're sick? No sir, not Jerry Trimble ..." He leered at her terrified black eyes, his mouth stretched in a wide flash of white. He'd beat this beautiful little cunt at her own game, and he was going to enjoy winning.
"Oh . . . you don't' have to ... I mean ... I... think I'm going to ... throw up ..."
"Feel free, baby. I'll be right here when you get back," he whispered triumphantly, his eyes devouring her, not giving an inch.
"No . . . you'd better leave ... Mr. whatever your name is ... "
"In due time, baby. In due time." He grabbed her then and twisted her arms behind her back in a brutal hold. His other hand was all over then, sliding over her frantically heaving breasts, hips, thighs... and then ... up between her legs! "If you don't want that pretty dress ripped, you'd better help me get it off of you. You don't want to swing, baby. You want to be raped! And that can be arranged too. I'd love it! I know all about snooty ones like you. You get hotter'n a pistol. You'll be begging for it!"
"No . .. no!" Lenore sobbed, her lushly ripened body trembling already from his hand and her own fury.
"Oh, don't worry. I'm not like some of these guys... pooped out after one fuck. I can go all night baby with you." Jerry was panting and enjoying her faked terror and tears and sobbing. Jesus! This cunt really made it worth a guy's time. He was onto her now. Christ! A couple of kisses and she was so heated up she was crazy ... but she kept playing hard to get and that was great. More fun that way. Some broads were so hungry they flopped and spread almost before you got in the door. But not this one. She was smarter. More class.
"Jerry ... I'm not..." Lenore wailed.
"You're not dumb, baby ... I'll give you that. You sure turn a guy on." He'd pulled her belt off and was working at the zipper of her dress. "Careful... it's going to tear if you don't help a little."
He stripped it off her once the zipper was down and turned her around. Jerry's eyes almost popped out of his head. She had on pale pantyhose and nothing else except a completely transparent brassiere that left nothing to the imagination. Jesus, it looked as if it were made of cellophane!
"That's the damndest bra I ever saw!"
"It's just a bra ..." she sobbed drunkenly. Oh why had she ever bought the stupid thing? The saleswoman had convinced her that you had to have a natural bra, free and natural.
"Jesus! You got a body like ... Venus!" His hands reached out and lightly skimmed over her skin from nakedly trembling shoulders down breasts and waist to her hips. Suddenly he knelt right in front of her, and Lenore could feel his hands peeling her pantyhose off like skin from a banana. A moment later he had discarded them alongside her dress on the floor. Then his hand reached out and caught Lenore's rounded white buttocks, and he pulled her loins right into his tongue that shot straight into the top of her pink, wetly glistening pussy, zeroing in on her erect little clitoris like a precision missile!
"OOH-H-HHHHH . . . OHhhh!" the stunned young girl screamed softly, almost falling backwards from the electric shock of his tongue that had hit some center of her being. Her nerves were being fried; her body was melting and coming apart at the joints like the timbers of a house weakened by a raging fire!
Her arms crossed instinctively over her nakedly quivering breasts as the sobs of protest bubbled out of her chest. She was faint and weak, and that blazing tongue was skewering her hotly pulsating vagina like a piece of meat on that red hot shaft! "NO-NOOOOO . .. please ... Noooo she begged, the tears pouring in torrents down her face. That maddening tongue was licking her ravenously as though she had something delectable and good to eat up between her legs. And it was dirty and foul and depraved, and she had sunk to worse than a whore's level! Oh God!
Christ! Jerry thought. This was the hottest one yet! A few little licks in her pussy, and she was already coming apart at the seams. Just wait until he really started tongue-fucking her. He'd drive her mad! That snooty little cunt would be begging and pleading. Jerry rose to his feet slowly, taking the weight on his strong legs. His tongue traveled wetly from her sweet little pussy right straight up through the curls of pubic hair to her white belly. When he reached the thin brassiere, he tore it off and licked on up between the ripely firm breasts to the pulse at the base of her throat. She was just standing there shuddering and sobbing uncontrollably.
Jerry removed his clothes then with frantic hands, taking longer than he would have normally in his frenzied haste. He was trying to get his shoes off when a great sob tore out of her throat, and she ran and threw herself into the closet, her sobs almost inhuman wails now. Jesus! What a crazy dame! There'd been something funny about her from the beginning.
Naked at last, Jerry tore open the closet door. Lenore was cowering nakedly back among the clothes, her eyes staring and terrified, the tears still pouring down her cheeks, her mouth blubbering and slack. He grabbed her wrist, but she pulled back, sobbing and incoherent. Goddamn her! Enough was enough! Jerry scooped her up and pulled her out of there, carrying her in his strong arms, kicking the closet door closed behind him with a thud by shoving his heel against it. Enough of this shit! A deal was a deal!
He threw back the covers and slammed her onto the bed. She shriveled like a snail, shaking and sobbing. "No . .. nooo .. . please noooo..." You'd have thought he was coming at her with a branding iron instead of a good hard upstanding prick that jutted out now in the dim light. Jerry noted with satisfaction that his erection was so intense that his cock was up further than the usual right angle from his loins. It stood proud and thrusting, thick and pulsating, standing out from his curly matt of black pubic hair just cocky as hell.
Looking down at Lenore's nakedly curled body, shaking and quivering and racked with sobs, he felt his penis jerk as his whole gut lurched ... Jesus! She looked like Elizabeth Taylor except she was taller and built better. The long naked white thighs were softly rounded, shaped so perfectly and the hips curved just so . . . not too much . . . not too little. When Jerry got to those magnificent breasts, he noted they quivered and sensually shook with her sobs. He wanted them in his mouth. Goddamnit! He'd waited long enough!
Catching her wrists, Jerry pulled them apart, spreading them and a jolt of wild anticipation shot through him. He'd been gradually heating up to this point all evening. Her firmly thrusting breasts were still rising and falling rapidly with each terrified gasp she made. Her belly was shaking as he kneeled between her lithe tapering thighs and looked hungrily at the sparse triangle of hair and the luscious moist vaginal slit below. Jesus! He'd been telling her the truth. No bragging. He could fuck this one all night and still have something left for morning.
Lenore was dimly aware that Jerry was over her now. She didn't care. Nothing mattered any more, she thought drunkenly. He was going to rape her, and she didn't care. She just wished she could die now. Just never wake up. Oh God, Marlon, where are you? Suddenly, she felt something very soft and moist on her right nipple . . . something very gentle. Her head jerked up, for she had been expecting more pain and humiliation. Jerry's head was over her, his thinning black hair fringing his ears ... and he was very softly sucking her breast. She could feel the moist warmth from his mouth and the tingling increasing up between her legs. Her breath drew in sharply, for his wet mouth was soothing and stimulating, and she began to be a little ashamed of her behavior. But she couldn't help it. She didn't come here to be a whore. Oh God!
The suction was getting stronger, and a real ache had begun dully throbbing in her vagina. Jerry's tongue was circumnavigating her rigid nipple, flooding it with warmly soothing saliva from his mouth; next that exploratory tongue flicked the tender end in a wildly maddening rhythm. Then he was sucking hard, drawing on her sensually awakening breast as though his life depended on the heavy essence Lenore could almost feel draining out of her into his hotly voracious mouth. She could feel, conversely, a moist seepage welling up in her warmly pulsing vagina. The wetness preparing her for his long heavy cock that she could feel even now heatedly pulsing against her naked upper thighs. Her sobs were gradually slowing and only occasional shudders seized her. Her head was whirling, her body heavy from the combined effects of the alcohol and her building excitement.
The hot breath was pouring out Jerry's mouth onto her silken flesh as he worked over first one bountifully ripened breast and then the other. He could feel her sobbing ease and the catchy little breaths of arousal start. Her naked young body was shivering under him, and her chilled skin beginning to warm up. This was more like it! He moved up to kiss her mouth deeply and then both her ivory, almond-lidded eyelids. Some dames really went for the eyelid bit, he'd found, and this one did. She moaned and stretched a little under him, and the long sighs were escaping her wetly parted lips that told him she was really warming up fast!
As he lay atop her, Jerry worked his arms under Lenore's smooth nakedness, cupping her firmly rounded ass-cheeks in his hands and savoring the feel of her soft warmth under him. His excitedly jerking cock was going wild, throbbing like a maniac as he kissed, the whole upper surface of her curved body, tonguing the sensitive inside flesh of her upper arms, down her long slender throat and into the ears, around her collarbones and Q1 even into her clean-shaven underarms. "OOOhhhhh . . . Oooohhh! Aaaaaahhh ... please! Ohhlih!" she moaned in a half-hearted protest, but it was a plea he understood. She smelled like deodorant there and some kind of powder and perfume ... sort of the same smell as those roses his mother grew in the garden.
Trimble's eyes feasted on her succulent loveliness, and his mouth watered. He moved further down, sliding between her white satiny thighs, almost kneeling as he visually devoured the soft midnight fleece of Lenore's triangle. His strong hands pushed her knees apart further, and he bent to the silken inner thighs, his lips falling hungrily forward to kiss her pink, moistly glistening pussy.
Lenore shuddered as she felt the quivering heat of his expertly licking tongue all wet up between her thighs, kissing and nibbling and nudging the sensitive flesh. His hot breath was fanning her whole pubic area in warming gusts as his hands continued their gentle massaging of her inner thighs.
He slithered forward to peer more closely at the luscious sight of the red cuntal cavern with the two sets of lips, all swollen now with desire, the softly inviting flesh helplessly open to him . . . he trembled in spite of himself .. . never before had he seen a pussy so beautifully framed, so ripely inviting.
"Wh . .. what are you doing?" she whispered, fighting the drunken zephyrs of anticipatory pleasure and sucking in her breath in a last little sob. For an answer Jerry bent his head in readiness, his hands on her wet vaginal flanges, thumbs peeling back the quivering of her tight little cunt, and in a flash his hungry mouth had fastened on her hotly pulsing clitoris.
Under his touch, Jerry felt Lenore's naked young body surge upward to meet him, trembling like a leaf in a September wind. Marlon hadn't lied about this broad, by God! Jesus! She turned on like the afterburner on a Navy jet! His tongue licked upward, lightly collecting the honeyed drops of lust that had seeped along her cuntal lips.
The touch of Jerry's hot deft tongue on her wetly throbbing vagina sent lightning flashes of passion flickering upward through her nerves to her brain. Lenore's autonomic nervous system sent back the screaming message, RESPOND! Her conscious thoughts tried to block the message and failed. Knowing that her heatedly aroused body was DC once again taking command, Lenore felt her hips lunge upward to press her pussy against his long tormenting tongue ... her hands pressed downward on his head, and she began moaning inarticulate little cries of hunger.
As her hair-fringed cuntal furrow pressed upward, Jerry's mouth opened to let lips and tongue dive deeper between the hotly throbbing pussy lips. Goddamn! This was real eating pussy! Tasting her vaginal lubricant, savoring the pungent flavor, he delved deeper into her wetly dilated cuntal slit. Teasingly, his tongue slid upward to touch the quiveringly alive tip of the drunken young girl's erect little clitoris. He felt her voluptuously naked body jump at the touch, jump and tremble as her smoothly white thighs spread wider in lewd invitation to do what he wanted to her.
"Aaahhh . . . aaahhh ... no!" Lenore protested all the while her tautly tensed abdomen lifted to him of its own accord. She could feel all of the horrible things he was doing. His mouth was gently sucking on her pussy while his tongue slithered around and in and out of her lust-moistened cuntal flesh. That's what had set her so wild! Oh God! He was doing it again! His hands were smoothing and massaging her ecstatically trembling inner thighs and buttocks. He was making noises deep in his throat like someone gorging at the table on their favorite food... deep contented noises, concentrating on satisfying some real need. Then without any warning other than the indescribably exquisite sensations that he'd been carefully erecting in her body, his tongue stiffened and shot straight into her cunt, where it quivered like a small red penis as it pistoned in and out between her widespread vaginal lips.
Lenore heard words babbling out of her own mouth that she believed with some part of her and yet knew with another part that they were outrageous lies. "AAAHHH . .. please don't. .. no, you can't . . . it's horrible . .. no ... nooo ... please don't..." she said while her pelvis frantically lifted to meet that hot hungry mouth feeding up between her legs. Jerry's tongue fucked into her wetly seething vagina which was warm and pulsing with her inner muscles squeezing in and out around the substitute penis. He wasn't absolutely sure, but he thought maybe this girl had never had her pussy eaten before! He grinned to himself as he heard her bubbling little mewls of animal-like pleasure and felt her splayed fingers digging into the sides of her face as she guided his tongue deeper into her steaming cunt.
He breathed against her sensitive little clitoris and the hot breath alone shot ripples of undulating lust through her naked flesh. Her body jerked automatically as he began the slow gluttonous licking that almost drove her mad. He had her going now! She wailed desperately and threw her head from side to side, flopping it back and forth in a madness of rising desire and a passion that was bringing on delirium. She was babbling incoherently now, and she began to wail in desperation as his tongue curled around her madly throbbing clitoris.
"Stop . . . please stop ..." Lenore said weakly, and she felt the middle-aged man shake his head negatively even as his tongue and mouth held her in a voracious grip. His beard stubble scraped her inner thighs and even that lewd sensation heightened the passion that held her in its inexorable grip.
She heard a woman's voice and realized it must be her own ... but it couldn't be! The voice was heavy and thick with a groaning passion. "Ooohhh . . . Jerry . . . ohhh . . . yessss . . . that tongue . .. yesssss! Fuck it.. . fuck me with your tongue!... yess!!"
The unwanted jolts of sheer pleasure that were jerking through her nakedly aroused body were like nothing she'd ever felt before. He was devouring her there up between her legs, eating her alive! She could feel his teeth, his tongue, his lips! They were biting! And eating! And sucking! And licking! And nothing in her whole life had ever felt so rapturous! Her head was alive with squirming snakes of thoughts that curled and writhed as insanely as her own shameless body upon this strange bed.
Grinning in obscene triumph, Jerry pulled her long trembling legs around and over his shoulders. Lenore needed no encouragement, for her thighs locked around his head, and her smoothly rounded buttocks began circling and pumping in his hands as her devouring little cunt tried to grab and suck his tongue deeper inside its hotly aroused opening. He let his tongue be grabbed, stretching it out like a long snake uncoiling, feeling it being sucked into her moistly warm hole.
It was like a small penis inside her, but it was unbelievably different, too. Last night Marlon's cock had become swollen and OQ blindly pushed into her body where this tongue of Jerry's was like a small, immensely strong little animal that was racing madly through her pussy, diving, darting, teasing .. . caressing. Every nerve, every muscle in her nakedly quivering body was tense and vibrating in tune to the singing impulses radiating from her pelvis and rising to an inevitable crescendo. Her hands rubbed in a rapid, frantic, hungry eagerly seeking motion over the balding head between her widespread thighs as though her touch could make it cum in her wildly pulsating vagina, make it cum as she was going to do in seconds! Oh God, but it felt good!
The flow of juices, the ungovernable motions of Lenore's pelvis, the clutching sucking of her cuntal mouth, all signaled the rapid approach of orgasm. Well, here goes, baby, try and ride this one! Jerry pressed his face upward, leaning his chin down against her churning vaginal opening. The change in position brought his face slightly above her clitoris; then pressing his lips down against her hair-lined slit, he encircled the erect little clitoris with his wetly ovalled lips and began to suck, his tongue snaking out to rapidly brush back and forth over the tiny tip. The drunken young girl's body vibrated under him like a plucked guitar string as he increased the suction and the pressure of his tongue.
Her lips pulled back in a grotesque smile of lust as loud mewls of forbidden pleasure broke from deep in her throat. Lenore's hips were grinding insanely as her hands tried to shove all of mouth and face into that aching passion-crazed hole in her lower body, for she knew it was coming! Her clitoris was shorting out, the vaginal walls milking and sucking in wildly, the rectum clenching convulsively and the first flush was beginning ... !
The sudden suction where there had been pressure then the combination of both, was a trigger that unleashed the first frantic waves of orgasm. "Aaaaiieeee ... oooohhh." the sounds bubbled forth from her lust-constricted throat. "Oooohh ... I'mm mm . . . cccuummiinngg!" She felt the unbearable waves pick her up and race skyward with her, winging her upward toward the ultimate in pleasure waiting for her.
God almighty! If this chick turned on this way with no more than his face and tongue and balding head to play with, what would she do with all of him? Christ, he'd have to find out pretty goddamn soon! Jerry concentrated on building the orgasm that he'd triggered, building it into a crashing crescendo that she'd never forget. Jesus! It was times like this that he wished that he could somehow shrink his head for just a little while and dive it completely inside a female's pussy. Well, there's nothing like trying!
Releasing his tight sucking hold on Lenore's clitoris, Jerry ducked his head downward until the top of his head was centered over her wildly convulsing cunt. Pressing his head hard, Jerry began twisting and bobbing his head, rubbing the whole top of his forehead against her wetly stretched cuntal lips, pressing heavily on her violently exploding clitoris.
Lenore twisted frantically against the hard pressing head. God she couldn't stand it! The searing, flaming waves of orgasm kept sweeping her unresisting body ever higher, from inaccessible pinnacle to even higher ones. "Ooohhh . . . Jerry . . . I'mm cuummiinngg . .. aaahhh .. . AHHH!"
Now the tongue again. Jerry's head tipped upward as his forehead and then his nose slid over and between Lenore's slavering cunt lips, smearing her pussy lubricant down over his willing face. His tongue probed and then dove deep into the welcoming tunnel of her vagina. The naked young body twisted under his touch, her loud shrieks of rapture ringing like music in his ears.
God almighty! Jerry thought. This baby really takes off when she goes! Talk about fucking skyrockets, this one cums like a moon launch at Cape Kennedy! The middle-aged man lashed madly inside the quaking young girl's widespread cunt.
While she was still shaking and moaning, almost unconscious with the climactic convulsions, Jerry crawled up between her long white thighs and without warning shoved his painfully throbbing cock straight into her tight little pussy. She gave one loud wail of pain and rapture, and he rammed the shriek straight down her throat, wadding it back into her lungs with his tongue, heavy with the pungent syrup of her own cum. She choked, both arms and legs coming up to wrap him into her nakedly quivering young body.
Chapter Four
"You don't love me at all!!!" Lenore cried, the tears pouring down her face in uncontrollable torrents. "It was a lie ... a cruel lie ... bringing that man here to ... Oh, darling ... how could you . .. ?"
Marlon pulled the subbing young girl hard against his chest, smoothing her hair with his hands, quieting her like a naughty child. "Let me explain, baby. Give me a chance. I know it looks crazy, but it's not..." He bent to kiss her temples and wet cheeks. She was still drunkenly incoherent and completely unaware of the little transaction between himself and Jerry. Marlon smiled to himself. Christ! It felt good to have some cash in his pocket again. Now if he could handle this girl right, he could cash in on several more. A good look at the files was all he needed, a few phone calls to the right guys, and he'd be collecting a fee from them just as he had from Jerry. Jerry had been laughing like a well-gorged torn cat when he'd left. The challenge was in convincing Lenore that he loved her because she would do these things for him, dangling the bait of marriage before her gullible eyes, setting her up to give out to the guys he made deals with, and keeping her juggling the agency books. Quite a tall order even for a man of his talents, but he'd do it. Jesus! This could turn out to be the sweetest deal yet... at least for a little while until her boss caught on and fired her. So timing was all important.
Cuddling Lenore on the sofa and kissing away her tears, Marlon managed to get her calmed enough so that her sobs weren't drowning out his words. Very few guys realized the value of words in getting to a broad. All of them were susceptible, but this poor bitch practically went into a trance when he talked to her ...
The sun streamed in the windows of the office, and the fountain sang a gurgling little song. Lenore stared outside and listened, her own heartbeat a fearful counterpoint to the brilliance of the day. In the daylight nothing that had happened seemed feasible or even possible. It was as though her night time existence was played out by another Lenore ... yet she knew it was only a trick of her imagination. She had done all those things ... she had felt what she used to dream about when she was still an innocent going to the movies to assuage her loneliness and excite her unviolated body. Now ... she was a whore who'd done awful things because she couldn't help herself. Her body had betrayed her not once, but twice... and if she was strictly honest with herself she had to admit she had loved every minute of it. She'd gloried in the defilement of her own body. Oh God! What was to become of her? Once you experienced it.. . how did you turn sex off!
Marlon hadn't even minded about Jerry! She still found this hard to swallow, but he explained over and over that he wouldn't even want a woman who wasn't coveted by other men .. . that he felt it was healthy to get one's wild oats sowed well before marriage. He'd explained how his own marriage had broken up because his wife had been such an innocent ninny, so jealous and possessive and inexperienced . .. that soon he'd found her unable to satisfy him. Somehow when he said it... it seemed plausible .. . even the juggling of the books again to show that Jerry Trimble's accounts were paid.
It was wrong; horribly wrong and dishonest to Mr. Leeds, but Marlon had assured her that he would get everything straightened out before Leeds got back. Some terrific deal he was working on that would settle everything and clear her. The words he'd used were such complicated ones, the phrases unfamiliar to her. He'd explained it all when he brought her to work this morning, checking names, going through the files. He said it was all perfectly legal and would assure Mr. Leeds of her abilities.
She sighed and went back to her desk. When Marlon was with her anything seemed possible. It was when she was alone that she began to have doubts. The doubts came because she still couldn't imagine a man of Marlon's brilliance and charm really and truly wanting to marry her. Her old inferiority complex came back to plague her and worry her. Yet... he could banish her doubts and fears with one smile. Oh, she'd be so glad when it was all done... and she was Mrs. Marlon Cooper.
The jangling of the phone cut into her thoughts like a fire alarm. Lenore jumped and reached for it guiltily.
"Phil Leeds Collection Agency," she answered.
OS "It's me, baby. Marlon."
The doubts flew from her at the sound of his voice, so deep and resonant. Goosebumps broke out on her skin and she shivered in spite of the sun. It was as though his hands were tracing over her naked flesh again. She was in love all right... there was no doubt about that. Oh God ... he was so wonderful. She could almost feel his mouth and arms. When sex was discovered, the truth of the matter was, you had to get married ... you couldn't live without it... once you'd had it. r**6h, darling ..." she sighed.
"Look ... I feel awful about this ... but I won't be able to see you tonight after all. I've got some business to take care of, and I'm going to be swamped the next day or so. It's hell not seeing you... but it's more important that we get everything done properly ... so we can be together always..."
"Oh, Marlon, darling ... I need you ..."
"God, baby ... I don't like this any better than you do... If this weren't a public telephone ... I'd tell you just what I need to do to you right now... Believe me, honey ... it's hell being away from you for a moment . . . but I want you forever . .. remember that... Trust me, baby ... we'll be together soon. Just a day or so and then everything will be fine ... you'll see. We'll make up for lost time ... I promise you . . . I'll devour you when I see you . .. every last tiny little bit of you. I'll call you within a day or so... in the meantime .. . pretend I'm kissing you right now and then doing all the things that lead to ... Be good, baby ..."
The phone went dead in her hand with the sound of a kiss coming through the receiver and the click and silence except for the droning tone of the dead line. Lenore was left with her heart pounding furiously, the blood beating in her head. She stared at the dead receiver in her hand, aware that she'd never felt so alone before, so abandoned. His voice echoed in her ears, leaving her aroused and no way to alleviate that longing up between her legs, the drawing of her suddenly awakened pussy, nipples rigid with need under her sweater. Damn it... she couldn't stand not being married to Marlon soon. She had to have him ... all the time. Oh God! What was happening to her?
It became more and more clear as the day wore on that she was going to have to do something! Her body was on fire, her head ached, and she thought she'd go mad if she didn't get some relief. How had she managed so many years without it? Oh God .. . she tried to distract herself but warm moisture of arousal seeping from her pussy continued, wetting her panties obscenely. Every step she took she was aware of it, every move she made from file to telephone to reports, the soft wool of her sweater scraped the erect nipples to even more pointed arousal. They were so sore from the mauling of the last two nights that she couldn't bear to wear even a soft brassiere, and had not bothered to put one on.
STOP IT, she told herself sternly. Think about something else! Damn Marlon anyway, it was cruel and beastly of him to call and get her all heated up and then leave her to her own devices. She even thought wildly about calling Jerry Trimble. No ... she couldn't.
As her fingers walked down through the files she came to a name. Mac Jennings, contractor. Behind in his payments. Recently widowed. Clamping down the monitor in her brain with a vengeance by refusing to think about what she was actually doing, Lenore dialed his number, crossing her long legs and squeezing her thighs tightly together over her wetly hungering cunt.
Jennings's answering service gave her the information she needed. He was working on a new house he was building out on Crestline Drive.
If she'd allowed herself to Consciously think about what she was doing, Lenore couldn't ever have gone through with it. It was as though the last two days' experiences had turned on a master switch which gave her body the mastery her mind had exercised in the past. Scenes from old movies rolled through her head in quick succession as she drove; completely alien phrases sounded in her ears. "... could never want a woman other men didn't covet." "... sow your wild oats." "... women have to have a variety of experiences too." "... pleasure is a duty."
By the time she got to the heavy door of 392 Crestline Drive, Lenore felt as though she were drugged or in a trance. She was about to play an alien role she'd only seen actresses play in hundreds of movies. She was trembling with excitement, her body tuned and moistened. There was a man behind that door... a widower whose need must be as great as her own.
Breath wadding in her throat, Lenore lifted her hand to knock. She had no idea where her courage had come from or how she could make this stranger give her what she had to have, but one hand poised over the freshly painted new door, the other fumbling another button undone in the "V" of her sweater ...
Mac Jennings mopped his brow with a paint-stained handkerchief. Thank God there was only another week or so of work on this house, he thought wearily, aching in every muscle. Methodically he went from room to room locking the windows. Goddamned inflation was going to wipe out most of the profit on this one. Frigging prices on materials went up after you'd bid, and there was damn little left to show for your work when you got through.
As he opened the front door to go to his truck, Mac jumped back as if the door knob was hot. Standing there in front of him with raised knuckles ready to knock was a beautiful young dark haired girl. Couldn't be more than nineteen or twenty, with boobs that were almost falling out the front of her sweater. Jesus! He'd almost forgotten what nubile young flesh could do to a man. Louise had wasted away, so near the end, it was hard 1"7 to realize she was a woman. Since she died, he'd worked like a maniac to try and recover from all the funeral and hospital expenses. Hadn't even allowed himself to think about a woman. Now the sight of this luscious young female, eyes lifted in surprise, lips parted, swell of breasts revealed in the "V" of her sweater was a blow in the gut that actuated his cock in an immediate half arousal.
"Can I help you?" he inquired, cordially.
"Well, I'm looking for something in a house, something very special!" the tall young brunette answered, flashing a brilliant smile which brightened her smooth pale face. Mac noticed her dilapidated jalopy parked out front, and he knew she was lying.
"Do you see anything you like here? Would you like to look through the house?" he asked, opening the door with a wide grin. He couldn't stop his gaze wandering over her sensually slender figure admirably set off by the clinging blue sweater and skirt she was wearing. The deep "V" of the sweater was opened and he could see the beginnings of the swell of her upright young breasts. As his eyes traveled down the length of her goddess-like form, he was sure he could see the "vee" of her pubic triangle delineated through the light fabric. Her long dark hair swung loose over her shoulders, and Mac thought, as he examined her more closely, that he had never seen a more beautiful girl. She looked like an apparition, illuminating the dim house as she followed him with a strange shaky smile on her face.
"Just what did you have in mind?" Mac asked again, drawing his eyes reluctantly away from the shapely splendor of her legs and directing them to her own strange gaze.
"You mean in the way of a house?" she queried, a light smile playing about her curved lips.
Mac found his color rising at the ambiguity of her remark, and yet she looked so young and innocent that he was positive he must have imagined the hint in her voice.
"Is it for yourself, or for a friend?" he said, fidgeting nervously with the keys in his hands.
"It's for me," she replied, "But why don't you show me the house first? You look like a man who knows what a woman wants!"
Mac looked up sharply at her last remark, and found that the voluptuous young brunette had edged closer to the kitchen-family room counter and was leaning slightly forward, allowing the front of her sweater to fall forward, revealing the enticing spectacle of her firm white breasts, unencumbered by a brassiere. Mac gulped; he couldn't tear his eyes away from her gently heaving flesh, and he was excruciatingly aware of the restless stirrings of his cock, aroused by the sight of the sensual child-woman in front of him.
"Have you anything of interest to me back there?" she inquired casually, and Mac started, aware of her large dark eyes hungrily riveted on the slithering of his rapidly awakening penis in his jeans.
"Wah ... I... " he faltered, blushing to the roots of his grey brown hair.
"I mean, back in the bedrooms," the girl laughed, her eyes still idly resting on his growing bulge. "I think the kitchen is sweet," waving airily at the small shining room.
"It... if you wouldn't mind, I'll..." Mac trailed off as he hurriedly led the way into the bedroom wing. God, man, you'd better be careful! he admonished himself, trying desperately to re-establish his equilibrium. Quit acting like a teenager over the first sexy little bitch that walks in, his brain warned. But he couldn't quell the force of his arousal as his mind refused to budge from the image of the tall, statuesque young girl who seemed to exude sensuality from every pore. Christ, he'd never seen anything like it in his life! Here he was, nearly old enough to be her father, and yet he was hot for her, hot like he hadn't been in a long time, not even for Louise, when they were first married.
"Well, let's see now," her warm, sultry voice sounded out directly behind him, and he spun around, his mouth hanging open in surprise. She was standing with one hand on her hip, her head slightly to one side, and there was a definite flicker in her bright doe eyes.
"This is the master bedroom..." he mumbled, ushering her into a large empty room. Jesus, she'd better get out of here, and quick, or God only knows what would happen.. .
"Mr.... Jennings, isn't it?" she broke in, "I've found something I'd really like!"
"Oh, have you?" he pondered. Christ! She was nuts. Maybe now she'd leave and not be tempting him like that, goading a man on beyond all endurance... At the same time, he experienced a pang of disappointment at the realization that he wouldn't see this glorious young creature again, that she'd walk out of the house and . . . Hell! A girl this age didn't buy a house just like that!
"But I'm not sure you'll give it to me!" she was saying, her long slender index finger * running lightly against her pouting lower lip in a curiously sensual motion.
"Of course, it's for sale, I... " Mac broke off, acutely aware again of her startling unwavering gaze on the still throbbing expanse of his genitals. What the hell was she driving at, staring at him like that? He couldn't help it if he was putting a different meaning to her words. She was really asking for it, following him into the bedroom, making suggestive remarks...
"No," she mused, "I'm sure it's not for sale ... but perhaps you'll give it to me anyway! I'm sure you'd like to ...
"Just what is it you want?" Mac brazened, his face brick red, the palms of his hands moist and clammy. He'd had enough of her insinuations! He'd call her bluff, make her sorry she'd ever started her little game ...
"I don't know if I should tell you!" the gorgeous young girl pouted, "I'm beginning to think you might not be the kind of guy who'd want to please me, after all!"
"You little bitch!" Mac managed to rasp, and then, as it propelled by a lust-automated force, he grabbed the astonished young girl and ground his mouth cruelly onto hers, feeling the luscious softness of her ripe lips parting as his teeth bit into them, feeling the delightful quavering of her voluptuously quivering body as he crushed it towards him. He couldn't help it? the sight of her lovely teasing mouth, so close, drove him insane ...
His blood pounded wildly in his ears as he held her close to him, and of its own volition, his tongue shot inside the wet warmth of her mouth. It began to swirl crazily around, lashing up a froth of saliva, as her tongue joined eagerly in the lewd tango, whipping and snaking around his. Mac thought then-kiss would never end, their mouths so completely fused, the length of her so totally melted into him in the warm resiliency of her passion-heated body.
"Look," he began, hardly daring to meet her eyes with his embarrassed gaze. "I don't know what came over me ... and I'm sorry. I... I don't even know your name!"
"I'm Lenore, Lenore Weiss. And you're Jennings?"
"Mac," he answered, his eyes still downcast. "I don't know what to say!"
"Why say anything?" Lenore whispered, "I like what you did!"
Mac was taken aback by her remark.
"You have me figured for the wrong kind of guy," he began again, feeling himself rapidly losing control of the situation.
"Have I?" the girl queried, her eyes coolly resting on the turbulent coil of his virally aroused penis, a visible bulge against his jeans. "I don't think so!"
"I know what you're thinking!" Mac suddenly ranted. "I'm only human after all. It's natural that I should get a hard-on, with you standing there, looking like that, saying those things. Teasing a guy without any mercy. You can't expect nothing to happen..." He trailed off, not knowing where to look. What the hell did she expect him to say, anyway?
"I'm not teasing!" she said, her voice suddenly soft, "It's just that you have something I'd really like, but if you won't give it to me ... "
"W-what's t-that?" Mac whispered, his voice hoarse and cracked.
"I'd like this, Mac ..." she murmured, and Mac nearly shrieked from the electrifying touch as she reached out and made a gentle caressing motion of the throbbing bulge of his cock. Her fingers played enticingly against his genitals, agonizingly confined by the material of his pants, and he could feel it grow and expand along his leg as she continued to stroke it with deft feathery strokes.
"Lenore, I... " he moaned, running his tongue over his dry lips, but she didn't seem to hear him, as her agile fingers found the clasp of the zipper and eagerly drew it down. Mac groaned involuntarily as his released penis sprang ecstatically out into the open, its shaft reddish and throbbing, the head hard, rubbery and swollen in lust.
"Oooooohhh, what a lovely cock you've got, Mac ..." the girl gurgled happily, "Just as nice as I thought it would be ... "
"Oh Christ, Lenore ..." was all he could manage to gasp as he felt the first cool contact of her long fingers on the nakedly heated flesh of his penis. Expertly, she began to run her fingertips lightly up and down the hard, veined surface, coaxing it into even greater length, her fingernails grating excitingly against the knobby head, making it distend even further. God, he'd never felt anything like this before! Nobody had ever touched him like that, with such exactitude, setting his body aflame with mere caresses! Nobody! Certainly not Louise!
Least of all, Louise! His mind rasped savagely. That frigid bitch would never consent to touch him there. She thought it was dirty, sick .. . that was all she knew!
In spite of himself, Mac felt trepidation at the thought of his dead wife. Suppose she was still alive, walked right in and saw his long hard cock being stroked by a strange woman, a mere girl! It would mean the end of everything, their marriage, all they had planned for the future. She'd never let him forget it! But she was dead three months . . . thank God!
"Lenore, it's all a mistake!" he heard his passion-distorted voice whispering, and then...
"Oh God, ooohhhhhh..." he couldn't suppress a moan of ecstasy as he felt the incredible touch of her warmly moistened tongue on his cock. She had knelt suddenly and swiped the entire thick length of his massively throbbing penis with her tongue. Again she darted out with it, trailing a shimmering path of saliva along the fevered, blood-filled length, stopping to lick at the webbed underside.
All his doubts and worries vanished. He didn't care! He just didn't care if his wife rose from the dead and walked in that very minute! It didn't matter . .. nothing mattered but the overwhelming feel of this unbelievable young girl's wet tongue on his burning cock . . . nothing at all. . .
Her forefinger and thumb were encircled around the thick cock base rooted deep among his pubic curls. The other hand reached under to extract his sperm-laden balls from his half-discarded pants, and began to gently knead them, sending his hot writhing sperm into an absolute frenzy of passion. Shivers of lewd delight coursed through Mac at her touch and, mewling with groans of pleasure, he leaned back, only to feel something soft and warm against his half-naked buttocks. For a moment, he was startled, and then he remembered the roll of carpeting left there. His body shaking with passion, he gave himself up to the delirious pleasure of having his eagerly pulsating cock sucked by a beautiful dark-haired girl right there in an empty room of an uncompleted house.
Working on instinct, Lenore continued to wetly run her tongue up and down, over and under the thick protuberance held firmly in her hand. Intoxicated, she inhaled Jennings' heady male odor, reveling in the pleasure-giving instrument so completely in her power. It was big and strong and virile, just the kind she liked .. .just the kind she knew it would be!
With a sigh of pleasure, she leaned forward even further, and then enclosed just the hard rubbery head in her warm buttery mouth, her lips closing tightly around the shaft just below the burgeoning cap.
Mac thought he'd go crazy with the incredible thrills surging through his penis as her tongue began to swirl around his moistly entrapped cockhead. Her full sensuous lips were tightly ovalled as she gradually took more and more of his lust-swollen shaft into her mouth, while her hand pumped and squeezed spasmodically on his sperm bloated balls.
Through half-closed eyes, the contractor stared down, a dart of perverse pleasure coursing through him at the sight of her lovely red lips ringing the angry redness of his thick penis. He wondered how she could take so much of his hard flesh in her wide-stretched mouth... he felt sure she'd choke, for barely an inch of his shaft was visible. She continued to greedily suck and lick and slaver over his lust-hardened flesh, while her hand stroked the trunk in furious jerks and caresses of its own. There was a tremendous aching pressure in his cum-filled balls, and Mac thought that at any moment he would let go and his boiling sperm would shoot unerringly into her hot velvety mouth. There was something incredibly sensual about the sight of the young innocent-seeming girl involved in such a lewd act. Her long dark hair was falling gently about her fine oval face like a satin curtain, while her dark doe-shaped eyes glazed and half-closed with pleasure as she felt subserviently between his widespread knees. There was a faint blush over her pale features as she applied herself totally and absolutely to her task of sucking the cum out of his cock.
"Oh Lenore, it's fantastic..." Mac moaned through grinding teeth, "No one has ever given me a blow job like you're doing!"
With a sigh, Lenore released the shaft of Mac's thickly swollen member, and looked up at him from under long, dark lashes.
"I like sucking your cock," she whispered, "it feels good in my mouth, damn good . .. ummmmm," she moaned, ovalling her lips again around his wetly glistening shaft and resuming her hungry sucking.
Her words ignited Mac into a furnace of passion. The lewd words coming from so young a mouth set the seal on his excitation, and somehow he felt more liberated and freer than he ever had before.
Suddenly, she was slipping both hands beneath the cheeks of his buttocks, lifting them higher While she bobbed her head and plunged her mouth down onto his thickened pole of hot flesh in a frenzy. Shit almighty! It was completely disappearing right up into her soft warm mouth ... all of it... going all the way back into the clasping tightness of her throat, while her nose and lips were lightly brushing against the hairs on his belly!
But he couldn't concentrate on that. Her tongue, with that final swiping lick, was making his cockhead vibrate intensely and jump like crazy! He stared at her lushly ripened breasts ... those beautiful tits that he wanted to suck... jerking and dancing beneath her sensuous body, the sight adding to his feeling ... and then, once again he felt the gnawing in-drawing sensation in his balls. He watched her innocent face - cheeks indented and billowing out like a squirrel's - stuffed full with his cock as she worked over his genitals, lips being pulled out as if her mouth were being turned inside out every time she came up off it, cheeks puffing in and out as she sucked. He jerked his loins further up at her face, until his back was arched obscenely right off the carpet roll.
Jesus! Did she know what would happen if she kept sucking it like that? She must know! The cum would shoot right out of it... and it was going to... any crazy second now... blow right into her mouth! He couldn't push her away or tell her... he jammed his hips upward furiously, tangling his hands even deeper in the long raven hair, wanting to hold her there when the hot stuff started to boil up out of his cum-filled balls.
Mac held his legs back high against his chest, his face contorted in a lewd mask of ecstasy while she licked and played with his wildly puckering anus. Stabbing her curled tongue into it part way, then returning to his tingling balls and laving them, Lenore slaved assiduously over him.
Jesus Christ! He'd blow off right there in the air if she didn't stop that, Mac reasoned, grasping her head and forcing her away! He felt her little shudder of enjoyment before she raised her tongue to the tiny split in the tip of his prick, stabbing into it, then ovalling her lips to slip down again warmly and wetly over the entire pulsating head ... going down and down and down, trying to work all of his throbbing shaft back into her mouth.
He lay back like some sort of potentate being pleasurably administered to by one of his slaves, watching mesmerized the salacious sight of her obscenely contorted mouth sucking at his wetly glistening cock. Her eyes were closed in rapture, small white hands lovingly cradling his balls as she bobbed up and down over it, sawing it into her mouth ... fucking her own face voraciously with his lust-stiffened penis!
God! He'd been sucked before and by professionals ... whores ... call-girls ... but he'd never had anything like this! This crazy girl. .. God ... how had it happened! He'd brought this utterly strange girl to life ... made a woman of her, and she was groveling at his feet serf-like. It was too frigging much!
An unprecedented sensation of masochistic servility swept through Lenore at the enthrallment she had chosen to make this contractor know and understand the depths of her feeling. Kneeling there between his legs, sucking and licking, stroking and massaging his genitals and the lips of his tiny puckered rectum was truly overwhelming her! Then, even as she continued her feverish oral ministrations, the question occurred to her. .. was it just a man, or the almighty cock itself she was suddenly adoring heathenishly? Oh God! What did it matter?
Her mind swirled in the lurid enchantment of her self-fed lust. Man and cock, she loved them both, individually and collectively and she was never going to be without cock again! Never! Never - her whole life long!
She felt her nostrils flaring as she sucked her lips up, then down his solid shaft of hotly throbbing flesh, establishing in her mind the carnal thought that her eager mouth was substituting for her vagina. She must bring this stranger all of the warm, moist pressure he'd find in the depths of her vagina! With every downward plunge of her head she tried to force its rubbery tip deeper toward her throat, twirling and wrapping her tongue wildly around it as she drew fervently on the upstroke.
Between her legs, Lenore felt the moisture that had seeped from the flushed lips of her excited pussy against the thin material of her tiny white panties. Her loins and belly had begun to churn passionately with the total lewdness of her sucking of his beautiful penis. The single thought of it frantically ejaculating, spurting its white hot cum down into her throat was nearly setting her mad with anticipation! God, how badly she wanted it shooting into her mouth, filling her belly as she swallowed it in hungry, delectable gulps! Oh, Lord ... would she ever get enough of this magnificent cock .. . any cock? All cocks!
Suddenly, as she wormed her outstretched middle finger into his saliva-coated anus, Mac stiffened and began to grunt uncontrollably, the incessant moans tumbling from between his drawn-back lips, his mouth twisting crazily with the gasping sounds pouring out of his chest.
It was time, Lenore realized, a surge of animalistic excitement racing through her as he began to convulse and jerk beneath her! Oh God. . . oh, dear God... he was going to cum in her mouth! A jolt of pure fear shot through her.
Mac gasped and swore! He wanted to tell her, but couldn't! Now! Now! "Oh! God ... suck it, baby ... suck it hard ... !" he blurted, feeling the boiling sperm begin its insane charge from the reservoir of his balls to squirt in hot jet-like streams into her greedily sucking mouth and throat! She clung to it as a calf to its mother's milk-giving teat, cheeks expanding and hollowing while she swallowed the flooding gushes spewing from his wildly jerking penis. He stared wide-eyed and mad with rapture as he emptied his life-giving semen deep into her ovalled young mouth. His lust coarsened voice rang out the force of his gigantic climax. "AAAAARRRRRGGG HHHH ... OH GOD- ... I'M THERE . . . KEEP SUCKING . .. KEEP SUCKINNNNNGGGGG ... !"
Uncontrollably, Mac's hands reached out to entangle in her long hair, and she moaned in happy, ecstatic subservience. He held her slavishly to the convulsions of his madly ejaculating cock, ramming it beyond the depths of her tonsils.
She started to cough then, sporadically, continuing to swallow in rapid gulps to maintain her breathing. Then, as he grunted out his last spurts in final release, he was astounded to discover that his penis still stood as strong and stiff as a ramrod in her soft warm mouth! She continued the wanton sucking, vacuuming every last drop of his white hot cum out of the massively hardened shaft.
"Christ!" he gasped, slumping weakly into the softness of the carpet roll. "The fucking thing won't go down, baby! It's pounding as if it might blow apart any minute... ! Damn ... that was beautiful... beautiful, but I don't believe it's had enough yet... how about you ..."
She crawled up over him from between his spread legs and kissed him with her sperm-coated lips, slipping her tongue into his mouth so that he, too, could taste the deliciousness he had just brought to her.
At first, in the immediate aftermath of his subsiding climax, Mac cringed with revulsion at her lascivious act. Then he found himself tasting the pungent tang of his own jism in her sweet mouth, the mere thought sending an almost unbearable stabbing pain of lust screaming through his loins and into his throbbing, burning hard cock again! Christ, he was going to lose his goddamned mind for sure!
"That's only the beginning, Mac Jennings," her husky voice was warm in his ear. "There's so much fun we can have together ... that is, if you want it!"
Mac's voice was hoarse and dry.
"Christ, yes, Lenore... I want it! I want it!"
She stood up and slowly peeled the sweater over her head, the skirt and panties down over her flaring hips to stand naked before him. With a cry of relief she felt the building contractor's mouth sink brutally into the tender flesh of her nipple before she even got completely naked. "Fuck me quick," she moaned, her eyes closing automatically as she felt the firebrand tongue ignite her starving flesh with licking flames. Yes! Yes! That was what she had come for .. . consummation by fire!
Chapter Five
It was in the throes of her third wantonly writhing orgasm that Jennings caught on to the situation! This was the broad that son of a bitch Cooper had told him about... had promised him, in fact, for a fee ... but hell... the dame had come to him of her own free will, practically raped him... No need to pay Cooper anything... she offered to clear him at the agency without his even bringing it up! Cooper could go screw himself! This cunt just had to have cock and was willing to do anything to get it! Mac laughed to himself. . . gave a man a funny feeling to be fucking a broad and getting paid for it as well. Christ! It was great!
Mac levered himself up on his knees in order to survey the sex-crazed girl beneath him. He was connected to her insatiable flesh only by the swollen head of his cock resting just inside her wetly pulsing pussy. Lenore's eyes opened and looked at him imploringly, silently begging for more even as the throes of her last orgasm faded. Her tongue came out to wet her lust-parched lips, and she tried to speak through the gasps of breath that rattled through her chest.
"Please," she managed, "Don't leave me ... come . . . here ... Oh God ... come here and fuck me . . . fuck me hard . . . and deep ... Ill do anything . .. Anything!"
"Don't worry, baby . . . I'm going to give it to you . . . but you got to keep your promise . .. account cleared . .. debts wiped out.. . right?"
"Yes . . . yes . .. just fuck me . . . FUCK ME!!"
Mac chuckled deep in his throat and dived into the waiting girl, his virally hardened cock burying into her palpitating flesh like an ax biting into a tree trunk. He felt her heated cuntal depths part and close hungrily around his massively throbbing cock, sucking on his hardness as though he had caught it in a milking machine. Jesus! The pale hands and tapering legs clutched him fiercely as the gyrating pelvis of the young girl lifted to meet each slicing thrust he made into her pussy. Clamped around his waist now, the legs held him as her heels began a tattoo of urgency against his naked buttocks. The long rake of nails down his back was accompanied by keening wails from her opened mouth as she strove to cum a fourth time!
Mac looked down with lewd delight at the eat-glistening face of the captive girl just as he skewered her mouth with his tongue, filling that orifice as completely as his burgeoning cock ed her wetly welcoming pussy. Unconsciously followed the fucking rhythm he was setting p between her white thighs; and he relentlessly sawed his tongue in and out of her mouth, forcing her lips wide with each forward jerk of is hips as his huge rigid cock embedded itself in e warmth of her cunt. His hands held her head a vise-like grip with the palms pressed hard inst her ears, and she was swallowing her own moans of rapture as his lust-stiffened penis dove deeper - even deeper - into her vaginal paths.
Lenore was vaguely aware that Mac Jennings' cock was getting bigger and bigger as the contractor slammed into her mercilessly. She felt the rising tide of still another orgasm beginning deep in her quavering belly. The very humiliation of her position, her agreement to defrauding her own boss in payment for this overwhelmingly delicious fucking was creating strange new pulsing waves of excitement that crashed over her already shredded nerve ends. She was filled completely, both mouth and pussy, with this bucking man who spurred her so resolutely! It was as though the foraging tongue and spearing cock were going to meet and ignite mid-way in her erupting belly!
Suddenly his hotly pistoning penis began to spurt; she felt the white hot liquid shooting into her like burning fire, swirling through the walls of her exploding vagina in streams of molten lava! The muscles of her cunt clasped greedily around it, wildly milking the deeply sunk instrument.
"God!! You're really a wild fuck, baby!!" she heard the contractor gasp just before she drifted gratefully off into semi-consciousness. "We're going to do this again ... and again ..."
"Yesss ... that's fine . . . mmmm ..." she: mumbled as her satiated young body slipped into complete oblivion.
There was no sufficient explanation that could assuage Lenore's guilty conscience. The hours merged into a blur, day and night became interchangeable, right and wrong a demon that she grappled with and lost. It was as though she couldn't quite remember the girl who had inhabited her body before she met Marlon Cooper. He had unleashed some instinctive bestial creature within her that obliterated the nice, unawakened girl she had been. Even the duties of her job became only a means to another bed ... any bed that offered a lusting male body that could fulfill her hungering need.
She had tried and tried to reach Marlon, hoping that if she could only be with him she would be rid of this terrible need for other men... any men. Loving him and being separated from him was the beginning of her downfall. Without him she was prey to the touch and smell of any man who had a penis she could use. She knew with a revolting certainty that if the files in the office hadn't offered her access to men she could seduce, she would have offered herself to any man on the street. Oh God! How did you stop once you started?
All the way to her next assignation, Lenore had told herself she wouldn't go. She'd go home and behave herself, wash clothes and read a book, take a cold shower and go to bed early, yet the car headed out to the country club area as though it was a guided missile. Trevor Pinter. Trevor Pinter. Trevor Pinter, the little car sang over and over as it creaked along.
He wasn't the sort of man who was usually in the files of a collection agency. Respected member of the community, rising young businessman, married to a girl from an old family, two children ... but on the phone he'd sounded like all the rest. He'd caught on immediately, invited her out to his house to talk about his debts and making sure she understood that his wife and children were away visiting the grandparents. Lenore shivered, goosebumps forming on her skin under the thin nylon shirtdress she wore. GO HOME, YOU WHORE, she shouted to herself inside her head, but her hands swung the car into the long driveway with the carved sign PINTER guarding the entrance.
Lenore followed Trevor Pinter down the hallway, leaving the drinks on the bar, forgotten. The master bedroom was large, with the wide king-sized bed set on a dais. He didn't turn on any lights, but there was a full moon and its shine penetrated the undraped windows at the far end, illuminating the room as brightly as if there had been a small lamp lit.
As soon as they were inside, and the door shut, Lenore turned in a trance and began to slowly, tantalizingly, undo the belt which held her dress closed at the waist. When she had the dress loosened and unbuttoned, she drew the folds of cloth slowly apart, opening it wide to allow his eyes to feast on what lay beneath. She was completely naked. In the pale moonlight, she shrugged the garment from her shoulders, letting it puddle at her feet, and she heard Trevor's breath spew from between his teeth hotly. Lenore felt alluring, a seductress, a temptress as old as the world.
"It's all yours, lover," she said, stepping backward nimbly to the bed and then lying down. Stretching her body out full length, cat-like and graceful, she drew her legs apart to allow him to see the glistening, already lubricated folds of her pulsating cunt. "All yours, to do whatever you want. What do you want to do, lover?"
Trevor's eyes were hotly fastened to the magical entranceway to all the world's pleasure which lay waiting between her widespread legs. "I want to suck you first!" he hissed feverishly, feeling his cock jerk paroxysmically with lewd desire. "I want to lick your cunt and tongue your clit until you cum! I want to make you cum with my mouth!"
"Then do it, lover!" Lenore urged, rolling her hips in slow, provocative circles on the velvet bedspread, kneading her ripely tingling breasts with the palms of her hands. "But get naked first! Let me see that beautiful hard cock of yours! I want to look at it and hold it in my hand while you eat my pussy!"
Feverishly, his mind whirling with crazed lust, Trevor tore at his clothing, throwing his shirt and trousers and underwear in a heap on the soft carpet. Kneeling down between her wide-splayed thighs, he stared hungrily down at her surging, passion-lubricated vaginal' slit as if it were some all-seeing oracle about to reveal to him all the secrets of the world. Lenore reached down and took hold of his hotly throbbing cock and began to stroke it gently, her thumb teasing the gland opening, using the lubrication which had begun to seep from it to moisten the entire head until it glistened in the pale light.
Finally, with a low moan of desire, Trevor flung himself at the target which his eyes had been devouring, his open mouth grinding into her desire-drenched cunt, his tongue driving into the vaginal opening with the force of a raping cock. Lenore cried out shrilly in ecstasy, jackknifing her legs upward to encircle his neck, raising her nakedly squirming buttocks off the bed, her hand still stroking his long hard penis.
'That's it, lover!" she crooned. "Ohhh, yesss, that's nice, lover, fuck me with your tongue, ohhhh lover, fuck me with your tongue until I cum!"
"Mmmmmmmmmmmm!" Trevor groaned deep in his throat, his mouth pressed tightly to her pungent hair-lined slit, his tongue flicking in and out of her cunt in wild abandon. His mind could dwell on nothing except this magnificent girl who was his to do with as he pleased.. . Shit! He'd have paid twice the amount Cooper asked if he'd known this was the quality of ass being peddled.
With sure knowledge, then, he used his tongue on Lenore, pressuring down into her pink slit, parting the silken hair and finding the tiny erect bud of her clitoris hiding in its folds of perfumed flesh.
Lenore couldn't contain the involuntary moan of passion that escaped her. "Oh, God! Trevor . . . p-please ... ! I-I can't... stand it... ! God! ... It's wonderful!"
He lifted his head to say, "Feels good, doesn't it?"
"OOOOOOooooohhh!" Her hotly throbbing vagina was now suddenly alive ... on fire with the need for more. She wanted his tongue back in her, now! She had to have it! "Yesss! Oh, yes!" she moaned.
Trevor swiftly shifted his position upside down over her naked young body. He straddled her face, his head over her inflamed loins and his own rod of hard flesh spearing down toward her wetly parted lips. He knew that it was not the most satisfactory position, the angle of his eagerly throbbing penis was not exactly right... but he didn't want to take the time to coax her into the topmost position. It would be all right... for this first time with her.
He ran his hands down the satiny smooth flesh of her inner thighs, feeling the warmth of her excited flesh and the tremble of her leg muscles. It was the quiver of uncontrolled passion, the kind he wanted from his wife and didn't get. All he wanted from this girl was sexual satisfaction . .. and he would get it.. . and more! Christ, yes! He would get it now! She was getting hot! Hot as a bitch in heat!
"Oh God, baby ... suck my cock while I eat your pussy!"
Lenore froze, her mind torn asunder by that crude, lascivious sentence that put into words what she was about to do. Her face contorted with confused horror as she looked at the huge pulsating penis. Her breath seemed choked n| her throat like a lump of molten steel. "Wha-what?" she managed.
"You'll see. Here!" Trevor guided his aching cock to her mouth and then lowered his head to the moistly slickened furrow.
"Oooohhh, yes, oh yes, Trevor. I love it, || love it like that! Now kiss me! Lick my cunt, my cunt, my cunt! Ohhh... !" Her exclamation was muffled then as her wetly ovalled mouth absorbed the thick expanse of his throbbing cock.
There was silence for a moment, and Lenore heard the rustling of their bodies on the bedspread as the man - no longer just a man, but Trevor, simultaneously drove his cock in her throat and his tongue in her pussy. She tried to scream, to yell, to blot out the wild elation she felt, but the rigid shaft of hot male flesh made any outcry impossible.
Trevor and Lenore were locked in the age-old sixty-nine position. They lewdly writhed on the velvet spread, their hands coursing over each other's nakedly sweating bodies, their mouths and tongues buried in each other's pubic area. They squirmed as though demon possessed, the wet lewd sound of their mutual sucking responding through the dimly lighted bedroom.
Lenore moaned with abandon while she sucked the large glistening cock sawing between her lips, as she felt Trevor's wildly licking tongue scraping across the pink, tender flesh of her pussy. Inwardly, she glowed with satisfaction and sadistic pleasure, as she felt her lithely firm curves mold themselves to his body.
The sex-crazed young girl sucked in her breath as Trevor spread her fleshy inner thighs even further apart, his thumbs grazing her vaginal lips as he splayed her wide. Her moistly glistening slit was in full view, the throbbing surface matted with his saliva. Then Trevor dropped his head again, and Lenore's writhing cunt was once more lost from sight. He heard her moan deep in her throat as she locked her legs tightly around his head, her hips moving with the insane rhythm of his burrowing tongue.
Trevor's cock, thought Lenore as she sucked it joyously, was as large and gifted as all the others. Yes, Marlon had been right: his idea of her seducing other men was marvelous! All the more time to enjoy the strange and exciting thrill of a new penis, and the wonderment of new wrinkles to the same tricks. She felt the extra tingle of sexual passion at knowing that Marlon, at this very moment, approved. What was it he said? He couldn't want a woman other men didn't. New shivers of pleasure raced through her lust-perverted senses. She loved that now . .. she adored to have her body worshiped, and if it were possible, she would have loved to be gang-fucked on stage in front of an audience. How lucky she had been to find such an understanding and cooperative man as Marlon Cooper. She returned to her task with renewed gusto, her mind filled with the credo of Trevor's magnificent shaft of pulsating flesh.
She tasted his masculine piquancy, the tang of his pungent genitals sending wild tremors of lewd delight coursing through her as she washed his cock with her warm wet tongue. Her head was half buried in the depths of the pillows, her mouth full of hotly pulsating penis as she managed to slit the tiny hole of his smooth, bloated gland with the tip of her tongue. And then she returned to its base and the hair-covered sac of his sperm-churning testicles, his wiry pubic hair tickling her cheeks and lips as her saliva dribbled freely down her chin. She removed his cock from her warmly enveloping mouth for a moment, the cool rush of evening air on the wet shaft making Trevor moan with tingling pleasure, and she took hold of it with one hand and stroked it hard up and down, up and down, as she coated his balls with sweeps of her hungry mouth, her lips bending to catch as much of his fragrant flesh as possible. Then she squirmed under him, her widespread legs on either side of his face, her own wildly thrashing cunt mashed up to his face while she trailed her tongue along the cord-like ridge between his widespread buttocks, circling tauntingly around his puckering little anus, painting his inner thighs with the saliva of love, then stiffening her tongue and ramming it into the crinkled sphincter ring protecting his rectum. All the while her own pubic area was burning with the fire-like lashes of his tongue and flaming sweep of his mouth upon her clitoris and cunt. She was wild with frenzy, churning her belly and loins with complete abandonment as she drove with breakneck speed to a crashing climax! God! She had to cum with his giant cock in her mouth, with her cheeks bloating to the sudden engorgement of his own mighty orgasm. She had to taste his semen, to suck him dry to the balls! Quickly she trailed her tongue back over his sperm-churning scrotum, and along his heavy purplish shaft at its pulsating head, and then she slipped her lips down over it again.
Oh Christ! He couldn't stand it! Trevor had never felt anything so mind-blowingly good in all his thirty-two years! This little collection agency broad was giving him more pleasure than his wife had in all their ten years of marriage!
"Oh shit!" he grunted, lifting his head to stare down at the saliva and love slickened furrow he'd been licking. The swollen, pinkly pulsing flanges of her cunt were quivering visibly. "Come on, baby!" he groaned, and heaved them both over 'til Lenore was lying on top of him, her palpitating little pussy only inches above his nose. He buried his tongue deep in the wetly throbbing groove and felt a responding scream from Lenore's throat as she ground down over his slicing tongue.
Oh God! It was too much for both of them. They had to end this now . . . right now . .. but not this way ... it wasn't fast enough for them!
"Oh... oh Christ!" he rasped. "Stop! Stop! Come up here and get ready to be fucked, baby! Right now!"
She did, panting in an animal-like excitement with the taste and feel of his massively hardened cock still in her mouth. She would have loved it if he'd squirted his sperm down her throat, but she'd wanted him to fuck her, too. "I wanted you to cum, lover," she whispered. "I wanted it shooting right down my throat!"
"Christ!" Trevor gasped. "I think you're going to drive me out of my gourd!"
"Hurry, darling, put your big beautiful cock into me!" Lenore pleaded, spreading her frantically trembling thighs wide for him.
'This time, you're really going to get it, baby!" he promised, climbing between her legs and situating himself. Her hand came quickly down and grasped his hotly moistened penis, drawing it from the cleft of her naked buttocks up between the saliva-moistened lips of her cunt, separating the soft pubic hair with his cock-head.
She began to moan and murmur incoherently, writhing her hips upward at his massively stiffened penis and with one long smooth stroke he slammed his hardened shaft into her wide-open cunt all the way to her cervix. There wasn't the slightest resistance, and the saliva-coated walls of her hot young pussy clamped around his cock in a moist firmness that almost made him orgasm right then and there.
"Ooooohhh . . . aaahhhh ..." she moaned and crooned as he felt her entire insides flowering open to receive his thick pole of pulsating hardness deep within the warm confines of her pussy. She groaned louder as he began to fuck furiously into her, tightly gritting his teeth in his own building passion. Her naked young body followed his lead, until she was bucking and jerking in frantic abandon beneath him.
"Ooohhh lover, lover ... so good .. . ooohhh ... so good! Harder, darling! Fuck . . . fuck it harder! Y-yesss . . . like that. .. like that!" she gasped and whimpered as if in anguish, her arms wrapped tightly around his neck, pulling his lean, muscular chest down against the soft whiteness of her full breasts.
Trevor couldn't fathom the wonderful insanity that had so suddenly swept over him. His cock had begun to ache all the way down into his balls, and he couldn't remember when it'd ever felt as hard! Fuck! It was like a thick shaft of granite plunging deeper and deeper into the warmly soft passage of her cunt, and he could feel the whole of her belly opening receptively to its onslaught. Her nakedly beautiful body jerked and twisted lewdly while she moaned incessantly, her face contorted in ecstatic passion. Her mouth moved with spasmodic little tremors, her nostrils flaring in the untamed, animal desire that had seized hold of her until she was writhing in the throes of a convulsion. Her forehead had suddenly become coated with a film of glistening perspiration that had broken out beneath her disheveled, long, dark hair. It was as if nothing could stop her wild race toward fulfillment, and Trevor fucked like an insane man to help her.
"Fuck ... Fuck! FUCK ME!" she screamed, gouging her long nails into the bard flesh of his shoulders as her voluptuous young body stiffened and her back arched up for one final time to meet his long impaling shaft. Then she was shrieking out her release, "Aaaaaiiieeee, I'm cumm ... mming!"
"Oh Jesus!" Trevor swore, his brain reeling with the seething fire burning in his loins. His cum-laden balls pulsated in near-agony with the furor building inside them. He screwed his long thick rod of hard flesh deeper and deeper into her convulsing cunt, feeling the spasmodic squeezing, sucking grip of her moistly heated vaginal walls drawing at his very entrails. "Oh ... oh, Christ almighty! You're going to kill me, woman! I'll blow my guts out for sure . . . !"
And then he, too, was cumming ... shooting his hotly spewing load of jism far up into her insanely writhing little belly and feeling a joy he had never before realized existed.
Chapter Six
Phil Leeds chewed thoughtfully on his cigar. He was hunched in front of his scarred desk sorting the mail that had piled up in his absence. Usual stuff. He rose stiffly and went out to Lenore's desk in the outer room. Where the hell was she anyway? The sunburst clock on the wall read ten o'clock. An hour late. Christ! You couldn't hire anybody to do a damn thing these days.
He fumbled through her middle desk drawer for the bank deposit slips. "Goddamn!" he said aloud to the empty room. There wasn't a single deposit! Where the hell was the money. According to the daily reports he'd just looked through she'd collected sizable accounts. And now she was late for work. So what does that add up to, you bumbling idiot? She skipped with the goddamned money. That's what she did. . . run off with it. A murderous rage rose in his gut.
The door opened and Lenore came guiltily into the room. She tried to smile in surprise, but the anger in Leeds' hard face hit her like a slap in the face. He watched her clutch her purse and close the door, looking away from him. Her face was white and strained, faint blue circles under the eyes that were wide and frightened.
"Where the hell have you been?"
"Oh, Mr. Leeds . . . I'm sorry ... I overslept... right through the alarm .. .it won't happen again ... I promise ... I didn't know you were back." She stood forlorn and fragile in front of him, her hands fluttering from mouth to purse to desk top.
"Then maybe you can tell me where the bank deposit slips are. I can't find a single one. You must have had some money coming in while I've been gone.. .and your reports showed you had quite a lot ... some from very tough accounts ... so where is it?"
Leeds rose from behind her desk and came around to stand glowering over her. Lenore backed instinctively away, her purse dropped on the desk top for her heart was pounding almost out of her chest. Oh God! She'd known ... all the times she was writing paid on those accounts she'd known that Leeds would ask for the money as soon as he returned. It wasn't fair, she wanted to scream. Marlon had talked her into it first... and then she hadn't been able to stop.
She trembled at the rage in Phil Leeds' face. If there had been a way to do it, she could gladly have dropped dead on the spot. For the first time the thought came to her that she wouldn't even be able to get her old job back at the restaurant if Leeds charged her with embezzlement!
"Lenore... I want to know where that money is," he said menacingly, advancing on the cowering girl.
"There isn't any .. . money ..." she whispered. "No money at all ... no money ..." Her hands were clutched to her quivering lips, her whole body shaking with fear at what her boss would do to her. But she hadn't taken the money... it was only words on paper. Oh God... !!
"What do you mean. .. there isn't any money!!" He shouted. "Your records show a lot of money ... what did you do with it.. . did you take it, Lenore ... did you?" His hands reached out and caught the terrified girl's arms. Fingers biting into the firm young flesh, he shook her vehemently. By God, he'd beat it out of her if necessary.
Tears burst from her huge dark eyes then and flooded down her beautiful face. Sobs rose from her heaving breasts, and her mouth worked painfully.
"Ohhhhh ... please ... I didn't take the money ... I swear ... there isn't any ... I only marked those accounts paid... it's only on paper . . . I swear . . . Oh God . .. please . .. please ..."
"You marked the accounts paid . .. and didn't get any money for it. .. are you crazy girl? You out of your head. . .,what the hell good is it to mark accounts paid when they haven't paid a penny ... What the hell good is it?"
Lenore felt the brutal hands digging into her slender arms painfully. Terror was clutching at her whole insides more fiercely than Leeds' hands into her arms. He looked mad enough to shake her teeth right out of her head. Amidst her fear and near hysteria she found herself strangely excited too. Nothing this violent had ever happened to her. She began to understand her mother's loyalty to men who knocked her around.
Instinctively Lenore reached out and wrapped her arms around the big sandy haired man's waist when he shook her close by the arms. She lifted her face, streaming with tears, right up to his. She felt him stop as he stared down at her. Visible pity and a strange flicker of desire came into his eyes despite his anger. She could feel it.
"I couldn't help it. .. Mr. Leeds ... I couldn't help it," she whispered helplessly, her full lips inches from her boss' hard mouth. "I tried to, but I couldn't... I'll make it up to you . . . You can do whatever you want... what you want..."
Leeds looked down at the girl who was clutching him, the big doe eyes full of tears, the wet lipped coral mouth so close. He could even feel the soft heat of her ripened breasts crushed against his chest. Her little pink tongue came out to lick her suddenly dry lips. Christ! She was offering herself to him. There was no mistaking it. The little bitch was saying without actually speaking the words that he could have her to do anything he wanted with her.
Something had changed about her in the week he'd been gone. There was a knowing look in her eyes now that hadn't been there before. He was still madder than hell about the accounts, but he'd straighten that out later. For the moment all he could think was that this tearfully yielding girl was going to be his ... to fuck as he wanted to ... and Oh Jesus! He wanted to! His rapidly awakening cock was straining belligerently against his shorts and trousers.
Suddenly she'd pulled back, the long curtain of dark hair swinging down to cover her face as she fumbled at the buttons of her dress. "Look ... please ... right now . . . you can have . ..," She was still crying and whispering almost incoherently as her hands struggled with the buttons. At last she had them loosened and she struggled out of the garment, letting the dress slide provocatively down her curved hips to pool at her feet. Her ripely full breasts strained at the confining white net of her brassiere. The nipples clearly visible, red and taut as miniature eyes winking at him. The sheer white panties barely came over her pubic mound, a mockery of covering for the dark pubic triangle of sparse curling hair.
Leeds felt as though his eyes were bulging out of his head. Shit! He'd known she was beautiful, succulent and nubile but he'd never dreamed she was so sexually exciting as she proved to be. The body was as perfect as a man's imagination could make it. Christ! Bodies that perfect didn't exist in real life, he kept thinking, yet there it was, standing before him in the flesh! All his ... just for the taking!
Slowly, her eyes lifted to his and locked in mortal combat. Her hands snaked behind her and pulled the catch of the brassiere, deliberately letting it slide off her ripely bursting breasts, white and rounded as twin melons, the nipples pointed hard and redder than rubies. To his amazement her long slender hands came up and cupped the generous fruits, holding them up to his gaze in an unmistakable invitation. The tapering fingers slid down over the fragile rib cage and waist to ease the flimsy little panties down over the slow seductive curve of her hips. Every movement was in slow motion, the huge dark eyes never leaving his, and they were saying exactly what he wanted to hear.
Leeds stood mesmerized, frozen as marble except for his cock that was beating wildly in his pants, straining to get at the proffered merchandise. Jesus! He couldn't stand much more of this! Yet he couldn't bear to break the spell. He stared, immobile, as the hands shoved the wisp of nylon down over her rounded white buttocks and thighs. The tiny garment fell to her feet to join the dress and brassiere. She stood looking at him, naked and clad only in the long silken tent of her hair falling over her face and shoulders and the tiny triangle of curling pubic hair up between her legs. Gracefully she stepped out of the pile of clothes, bent and laid them on the desk. When she straightened, her arms came up and out, the face lifted, tongue coming out again to wet her fully, pouting lips.
"Come here and fuck me, Mr. Leeds ..."
"Goddamned right I will, bitch .. . don't move ..." Frantically, Leeds shed his clothes, dropping them unceremoniously on the carpet. His massively throbbing cock strutted out in front of him jerking with each step to the couch where, crooking one finger at the naked girl, he motioned her to come toward him.
He slid forward to the edge of the couch and reached out to pull Lenore's naked hips down toward him. She stood right in front of him, and her satiny smooth skin was popping into goosebumps. She was losing her nerve, and he could almost smell her fear coming back. Without a word he spread her firm sensuous thighs in a straddled stance.
"Let's see what you're peddling, baby ... eight?" he hissed, feeling and smelling the warmth radiating from her naked young body.
Still looking at the curly dark patch of hair, casually, without warning, he rammed two fingers straight up in her tightly clasping little cunt all the way.
"Noooooooooooo!" she screamed as she felt the fingers of his huge hand stab her, deep into her unprepared felinity. She was impaled on those brutal fingers like a fish on a spear.
Squirming, Lenore tried to disengage that terrible hook from her sensitive flesh "p between her legs, but he held her fast by her satiny hips with his other hand. She could feel those beefy fingers curling up inside her painfully throbbing vagina, and she jerked with the raw discomfort. It was even worse than that damned metal cylinder that the doctor used to dilate her for examinations.
"You want to play games, baby . .. you came to the right man. I'm good at games," he grunted, kneeling so that his mouth came even with one lushly ripened breast, its clenched red eye pointing at him. Phil caught it in his mouth and sank his teeth into the softly firm flesh, flicking his tongue across the nipple like a lick of flame. His fingers jammed even harder into her tautly tensed pussy, and he began to voraciously suck the breast.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Lenore could feel the pain of his teeth against her sensitive flesh and the hook of his fingers still in her. All her newfound confidence abruptly evaporated; this was not like any man she'd known before. In the past, she'd felt in some way she had the upper hand, but not now. Her boss' powerful mouth began to suck hard on her dully pulsating breast, and she felt the soft marrow, the central essence, begin to flow out of her through her hardened nipple.
His hand began a slow fucking into her tightly constricted vaginal passage, the big fingers arching against her erect little clitoris as they rammed into the cringing hollow. Leeds could feel her muscular walled pussy begin to seep its warm protective liquid as he sucked and tongued and bit her breast.
Lenore gritted her teeth, sucking in her breath as she did. She tried to focus her mind on an imaginary scene ... herself living in the nice house as Marlon's wife. There'd be no need then to hang onto Leeds' stupid job. She had to get through this. .. somehow she had to get through it! Get through the pain and degradation, for there was no doubt now that it would be a debasing experience. He'd made it clear that he was the rider, the master, and she would have to obey . . . and bear the spur.
Phil felt his excitedly thickened cock twitching and swelling in great pulses as though it were being pumped by some inner pulmotor. To his amazement Lenore was beginning to moan and heat up. It didn't take much with this one. Christ! Maybe she wasn't as innocent as she looked. Sometimes, these long string beans turned out to be the really passionate ones. His fingers were slippery with her lubrications as he withdrew to let his index finger massage her clitoris briefly in a rotary motion before plunging into her wetly throbbing hole again. He dug into her rounded buttock with his other hand, pressing her whole pelvis into his ravishing fingers as though he was going to ram them all the way through her naked young body.
The assaulting fingers held her like an impaled effigy and she swayed, her hands reaching out to steady herself on his great bull shoulders. Lenore could feel his hard muscles working as he finger-fucked her and chewed now at her other breast. She could hear his rasping breath and feel the heat from his nostrils flaming out like dragon's breath against her defenselessly quivering flesh.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," the breath hissed out of her as she felt his burning tongue swirl around her erect nipple. His finger lingering at her clitoris, massaging a rapidly spreading scorched area in her flesh like a hot coal, was heating her cuntal mouth with a building warmth. Lenore threw her hips forward and spread her legs a little wider to receive the stabbing poker of his fingers. She shuddered in spite of herself at the thought of what his cock might do to her. It would be bigger, far bigger even than his fingers ramming into her tenderness.
Leeds felt his knee stiffening, and he reluctantly took his fingers from her hotly pulsating pussy as he withdrew his hungry wet mouth from the hotly swollen breast in order to stand upright. His thick male body contrasted with her slenderness, but he was only a few inches taller despite the large head and heavy body. He looked at her tauntingly for a long minute, his eyes sweeping her as though he were considering purchasing her . . . which indeed, he was. Shit! He'd already paid for her. God knows how much.
"Lie down," he ordered.
"But... I ... "
"Lie down, bitch!" he commanded again... as though she were his servant. "Hurry," he demanded calmly.
Suddenly Lenore felt her anger rise like a spurt from a turned on fountain. She wasn't his damned servant. She wasn't his to order around like a common whore! She hung back deliberately. Then his eyes were blazing, and she thought for a moment that he was going to hit her.
"Move, bitch!" Leeds simply picked her up by her arms, lifting her off the floor to throw her back on the couch among the decorator pillows. It was only then she had a chance to see his entire body and she gasped as her eyes froze to his enormous jutting penis which looked as thick and inflexible as an ax handle. It was as huge and outsized as the rest of his bear's body with the thick matt of sandy hair covering his chest and growing in a "V" down his belly to spread in the pubic triangle. He looked more than ever like a great red bear, for his arms, bulging with swelling muscles, were covered with hair too, and his hard thighs as well.
Lenore could see the veins standing out on the great blunt-ended penis he held like a bludgeon in his hand. Even in his big hand it looked massive and threatening. One tear of liquid drooled from the gland and hung like thick syrup. A shiver of anticipation and chilling fear rippled through her as she imagined that pick axing into her soft body. His testicles hung in the scrotum like great balls heavy with molten fire, and she could imagine those boiling vats spewing out their lewd discharge into her belly.
He dropped to his knees on the couch and straddled her nakedly trembling body ... coming in for a close-up. Never taking his blazing eyes from her terrified face, he casually reached down to grab his huge pulsating cock again and just as casually wiped the drooling head on her soft breasts as though she were a rag. Easing back on his doubled knees Leeds caught both her heavy breasts in his huge paws and slid that great ax handle of a penis between their warm softness until the lust-swollen head rested right against her windpipe. He thrust it hard against her fear constricted throat then, still holding her breasts as he pushed the soft mounds together to form a fleshy tunnel.
"You were the one who wanted to play games, baby. Suppose you tell me just what game you had in mind .. . and I'll decide if it's acceptable," he said grimly.
Lenore had never felt so humiliated. What she'd done was wrong, she knew, but he was treating her like dirt! His hands were bruising her softly tender breasts, and the hotly throbbing head of that enormous cock felt as though it were cutting off her breath, rammed so hard against her throat. She could feel it beating a pulse on her naked skin and in spite of her terror, a masochistic thrill raced through her pussy. His bare buttocks were mashing her ribs and she felt completely trapped. She reached up one hand and closed it over the head of his thick pulsating shaft and moved it slightly so she could talk.
She felt the tears tighten her throat then as pressing as his penis had been. "I.. . guess ... I didn't... I- don't know... I'm sorry," she wavered in little gasps as the tears came out and ran down her cheeks unheeded.
Leeds slid down her nakedly frightened body then and gathered her in his huge arms, digging one under her shoulders and one under her smoothly firm buttocks, letting his hard legs enclose hers.
"Just don't ever start something with me you're not prepared to finish. Understand?"
She nodded dumbly feeling the tears sliding down her cheeks. "I'm not one of your panting, pimpled boyfriends. But you'll never be a woman until a man's fucked you!" His head dropped and she felt his warm sensual mouth on hers as he kissed her long and ferociously.
Lenore was trembling and shaking in his arms, but she closed her eyes and gave herself up to feeling this great bear of a man, opening her mouth under his, taking his wetly thrusting tongue into her throat... sucking it in pathetic sobs and gasps.
Phil could feel her fearfully quivering under him like some wild untamed animal. Her softly fleshed breasts were mashed into the curling matted hairs of his chest. Pushing his thighs between hers, he lay in the cradle, cupping he naked buttocks and pulling her up to him eve harder. While his tongue explored every ridge and hollow of her receptive mouth, his long rigid cock was pulsing fretfully in the bowl of her little flat belly.
Gradually her sobs were easing and Lenore found she liked being in this bear hug, sucking the hard tongue that fucked into the warm cavern of her mouth as fiercely as his fingers had earlier into her vagina. She could feel her cuntal muscles drawing in as though his great cock were already there, and the thought of his putting it there was no longer so horrifying. She was beginning to want its pulsating warmth there . . . right up inside her, filling her void. As she darted her own tongue into his mouth, she could taste the heavy sweet cigar. They tongue-fucked back and forth, breaths panting laboriously through their nostrils.
Leeds tore his mouth away at last and sank his teeth just hard enough into her ear lobe for her to cry out. She'd do better than that, he thought, when he rammed his rock-hard cock in that hot little cunt of hers. He arched up just enough to look down the length of their naked bodies . . . hers hairless except for the sparse tangles of dark pubic hair, lean and fragile, the hip bones showing in sharp little wings ... his heavy and thick and hairy with sandy curling hairs. "Put it in for me," he panted, his head still burrowed downward where he could see. He wanted to see his cock going inside her tight little cunt, wanted to see her cringe, wanted to hear her yell and beg. Her hand came up obediently and clasped his huge shaft like a sheath. With a grunt of approval, Leeds flexed it in her hand deliberately.
Lenore held the enormous rod of flesh and felt it jerk. Oh God. It was so big! She arched her hips and spread her legs even wider. Quaking she began to guide the seeping head until it touched the first guard hairs of her own hotly throbbing pussy. She had him now. Hot, panting and wanting. That's the way she wanted him. He'd forget about the accounts. The breath was heaving through his lungs like a snorting bull ready to charge. Carefully she guided the thick pulsating cock slightly down until she felt the pulsing head touch that other mouth up between her legs.
He was moaning now through tightly gritted teeth as he watched his cock being guided by the tender little hand into the opening of her moistly heated pussy. Her hips rotated slowly as she gently insinuated his giant pole into the very outer lips. Simultaneously, Phil saw the lust-swollen head disappear and felt her tightly clasping cuntal lips close over it.
"GOOOODDDDDDDD!" he groaned and threw himself into her, letting the full weight of his powerful body thrust his massively stiffened penis all the way into her cringing little cunt in one lunge.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" she screamed, trying to press her squirming buttocks down through the couch to get away from the tearing pain that ripped through her loins with the terrible stab of that wildly spearing cock. Her head twisted from side to side as she writhed with the terror and pain, trapped by the full weight of his massive body.
"Please . . . please . . . stop... oh .. stop ..." she sobbed, her hands clawing at his shoulders and then pushing against his powerful chest in an effort to dislodge him. She'd never felt anything like the incredible pain of his long thick hardness plunged into her so far that she could feel the head pulsing throughout her belly. How could it be so excruciating after.. . ? It wasn't as if she were a virgin. But, oh God ... this was killing her! It felt as though she were pierced completely through the core of her body and that the head was going to come out the back of her neck. She'd thought she was ready... that fucking him would be so easy, such an easy way to get out from under the falsifying accounts . . . but she'd never expected anything like this!
Christ! She was tighter than even the occasional assholes he'd had in his time. The lascivious pressure of her cuntal walls were clenching him to a premature climax. He didn't know how in hell he was going to hold on. Just entering had almost triggered his whole aching, lusting load right then, and he'd never had any problem with premature ejaculation. Those sinuously curved hips of hers . . . she must be built like a greyhound inside . . . small and lean. Phil eased back and took a little of the weight on his knees and elbows. God, she was crying like a mad woman!
He caught her mouth and tried to still her as he very slowly in and out experimentally. Unbelievable stabs of rapture radiated through his hungry loins as his great aching cock was alternately squeezed and released from the vise of her hotly wet pussy. He could feel his belly churn and his balls swell to tight balloons that threatened to burst the seams of his scrotum.
Lenore turned her head for she couldn't even kiss him with the huge knife cutting into her very being. The sobs were blubbering out of her mouth and a red sheet of agonizing pain was engulging her thrashing young body. She could feel him fucking in and out, but it brought her no pleasure. Her legs were so spread-eagled now that she was getting a cramp where her left thigh joined her hip socket, and that only added to the discomfort through her painfully impaled cunt.
"Oh . . . please . . . please ... please" she" sobbed, digging her heels in to try and dislodge him by pushing up with her hips. She felt their nakedly cleaving bodies rise a few inches off the couch with her supreme lifting effort, but he only clung harder and dug that terrible cock deeper and deeper into her pain wracked body.
Leeds ground his pelvis into the helplessly squirming flesh beneath him, feeling her elastic vaginal sheath slip wetly around his thick pulsating shaft. Her hotly seeping vaginal walls consumed him as he reached it to full length into her belly. His balls slapped with a resounding staccato sound against the rounded cheeks of her pale white ass.
"Aggggggghhhhhhh!" he grunted as he worked harder, uncaring now that her cries hadn't stopped but only increased, her face and hair wetting with tears. He could no more stop that driving force of his maddened cock and bursting balls than he could have given up booze or cigars. She wanted it! She started it, and by was getting it! It was too goddamned bad it was more than she bargained for! How was he supposed to know she had such an abnormally small cunt.. . though he realized it was mainly the other way around. He knew his was bigger than the average penis. Every man thought he was, but Phil knew from locker room parades that he really did have a huge penis. He knew one thing for sure . .. this one could never have a baby normally if she couldn't handle his prick... big as it was.
Lenore bit her lips now, praying it would soon be over ... that he would shoot that load of boiling sperm into her belly and let her go. She held on to the great shoulders as her whole body was rocked with his onslaught, trying to somehow get through the pain. Her legs felt as though they were being sheared off at the joints where they joined her hips and she had to move them. She wrapped them around his waist hoping they would stop hurting, that the cramp would leave ... and then, miraculously, it did. This brought her pelvis and clitoris higher and her slightly upturned vaginal hole into closer contact with his pistoning penis. Another miracle happened! The pain was eased even though he was lunging even further into her belly. It was easier! She could even feel her brutally battered vagina begin to respond, and the fucking was beginning to result in the familiar tingling sensation and radial warmth in her cock-hungry cunt. Maybe, it was going to be all right.
Phil felt her legs wrap around his body so that her whole pussy was open to him and heard her sobs begin to ease, turning to mewls and moans. Grabbing her nakedly grinding buttocks in his hands, he pounded in to her pussy harder and faster, unable to stop the bubbling, grunting sounds erupting from his throat and chest as he drove into her like a maniacal pile driver. Jesus! This was the best fuck he'd had in years because she was tighter than a goddamned virgin.
"Yesssssssssssssss!" she moaned as she rode even higher on his cock. She felt him lift her legs and drape them over his bear shoulders. She was coming to life! It was going to be all right! She rode higher and higher up the huge throbbing penis that dug at her interior like an underground rill cutting into the Mother Lode. The fires that had been banked came to life and began to spark and flame.
Suddenly he slammed into her, arching his back like a great sea lion that had come up for air, harpooned through the gut, hanging there immobile and mortally wounded.
GOOOOOOODDDDDDDD!" he bellowed as he felt himself beginning to cum; his sperm-laden balls suddenly convulsed, triggering a great tidal wave of hot life-giving semen into her belly.
"Jeeeeeeeeeeessssssss!" he screamed. The white hot load rushed in frenzy from his swollen scrotum along the tube on the underside of his massive cock and spewed into her churning belly while she screamed in great wails of rapture and relief as she suddenly went wild beneath him.
Chapter Seven
Marlon swung the car into traffic with practiced ease. God, it felt good to have a car again ... of his own. The company car had kept him going, but it wasn't the same as having your own.
He smiled in satisfaction, glancing at his flashing teeth in the mirror. Hell, you couldn't keep a good man down. Just a little leverage was all he'd needed, and Lenore had supplied it. The fees were coming in nicely. Even Jennings had paid up, though he'd tried like hell to wiggle out of it. Stingy bastard.
Weaving through the lanes he managed to slide into the last remaining parking place in front of the office building where Lenore worked. Time was running out. The rest of the files should yield enough names to keep it going until he could set up his own outfit. Something could be worked out though he was confident.
From habit Marlon eased the office door open noiselessly. Lenore's desk was unoccupied but as the door swung wider, his breath sucked in audibly. She was stark naked sitting astride burly man with sandy hair, who was humping her up and down on his cock like he was the horse in a frigging merry-go-round! What the Goddamned hell was going on around here?
He stood frozen, his hand still on the door knob, listening to the unmistakable fucking sounds in the colorful office. Muffled traffic sounds reminded him to close the door. Shit! He knew he'd unleashed the latent nymphomania in the naive little bitch, but he hadn't realized she was crazy enough to fuck her boss on the office couch during the day with the door unlocked.
Lenore was caught like a beautiful butterfly on the pin of her middle-aged boss' cock. She was doing what Marlon, himself, had taught her! Doing what she hadn't even known existed until he'd taught her! But Goddamnit to hell! She didn't have to sit there fucking up and down and riding that prick's hot cock!
Just looking at her rounded little ass, the naked cheeks all firm and proud, bouncing up and down, sent Marlon's anger up to the top of his head and it was about to explode! Lenore's little puckered anus came into view as she rode forward. A tiny, kiss-pouted, crinkled hole. She wanted fucking so bad she even had to have that old fart's cock up her cunt... well he'd show her what fucking was! By God, he'd ram it to her good, and see how well she liked fucking!
Her brain was so numb now that she didn't react very fast.. . her tortured body hurting so bad for release that she clawed at Phil Leeds' forearms. He'd shot his seething load and deflated before she could cum. Desperately Lenore had sucked him to erection again and climbed aboard, kneeling over him. Now she felt a body behind her, though it took awhile for it to register. She had no idea how long that body had been there. She just wished futilely that it would pull her off this cutting instrument that was only battering her. Bucking wildly, Lenore whimpered as she tried to speed her orgasm. Suddenly she felt something probing at her backside. Something hotly rigid was trying to dig into her rectum, and hard hands were pushing her down against Leeds' chest so she could be rammed. Oh no! Not there! No! She couldn't stand anymore pain!
"You want to fuck, baby! Well, you're going to get fucked like you've never been fucked before!" The words were snarled at the back of her neck and she could feel a hot breath rasp out the terrible words. To punctuate their lewdness a hot fleshy rod stabbed into the outer edge of her anus. Lenore screamed and tried to pull away which only impaled her further on Phil Leeds' massively throbbing cock which he was pressing up into her belly.
Oh God! She was going to die right here ... in this fleshly hell of her own devising. It was an inferno of lust and depravity, and she was a chief inmate, burning now with pain and the agony of her sins. She was in purgatory and going to die, and she only wished it could be mercifully fast but knew instinctively that it would not.
Leeds looked up to see that Goddamned thief, Marlon Cooper board Lenore from the rear. Cooper! One of the accounts the fucking little slut had reported paid up and not a dime to show for it! Well, by God, he'd deal with that deadbeat salesman later. From the look on his face, he guessed Lenore must have conned him too.
Marlon shoved his long thick penis further into Lenore's tiny virginal anus and watched her fall forward onto Leeds' chest. He wanted to punish her for what she'd done to him .. . was doing to him right now, with her tight little pussy that had never known a prick until he'd fucked her. Shit! It wasn't that he was jealous. He'd gladly peddle her ass, but by God, she was ruining everything by fucking Leeds. Marlon drove again mercilessly into the elastic little ring of muscle inside her tightly puckering anus, never backing off this time, but forcing his advantage and shoving on even though the muscular walls were hurting his raging penis.
"NO-O-O-O-O-O-OOOOOOOO!" Lenore screamed, her hands tearing into Phil's chest hairs and twisting and pulling them out. He only batted her hands away and pulled her further forward by the wrists.
Oh God! She was stretched on the rack that was pulling her nakedly tortured body tighter and tighter, both orifices now full with two separate cocks that threatened to come together inside her fragile belly. She'd die here and now!
The reluctant ring of muscle had finally given and Marlon strained forward, driving hard, panting and groaning to distract and yet to focus on the throbbing fleshy rod of his cock sunk to the hilt in Lenore's backside. "Back it in to me," he snarled, clenching her naked white hips with both his powerful hands.
She tried to obey, her sobbing head hanging on Leeds' heaving chest and then her numbed brain, which had recoiled in horror and left her agonized young body defenseless, grasped the sound of that voice! The voice that belonged to the huge penis that was fucking her backside so mercilessly... it sounded dimly like Marlon when he was very angry. Feebly she twisted her head and forced her tear-streaked eyes to open .. . and it was him! "Nooooooo! Help me, Marlon!" she wailed.
She closed her eyes then and let the tears gush out of her in great shuddering gasps that raked her lungs and left them raw. They went on and on and on and she could not stop their coming. The final proof had come that she had arrived in hell. She was sentenced forever.
The hotly pistoning cocks raced into Lenore's lax body: Leeds' in her tightly clasping pussy and Marlon's up into her virginal rectum. Her piteous sobbing and moaning only incited Phil's hot shaft to stab harder into her writhing little cunt. Jesus! She was tight and good and puttin on a hell of an act. Goddamn! Why'd she have to be so damned dumb and steal from him?
"Race you to ... the finish line ..." Leeds panted, grunting and shoving his thick rigid penis upward into the deep recesses of her belly. Marlon saw red as clearly as if the man's hand had reached up to wave a flag in his face. He drove into Lenore's tightly clenching rectum like a man possessed, feeling the rubbery walls milking him and forcing him closer and closer. Christ! He couldn't think and he had to! Had to think of a way to turn this whole fucking thing to his own advantage.
By going completely limp with the agony and pain, Lenore felt a twinge of something. She couldn't be sure. Willing her twin orifices to suffer the rampaging cocks that thundered into her, she held her breath and waited a moment. The pain was mixed with something else! She caught her breath and waited again. Oh God! The pain was going!
"Come on, baby ... pound it back to me!" Marlon grunted out of his lust-constricted chest. Lenore nodded dumbly closing her eyes shut and shoving backwards as far as she could. Oh God! It was a miracle! The terribly degrading pain of his perverted assault was almost gone and a tantalizing pleasure was rippling through her ravaged membranes.
She tried to relax the same way with her boss' thickly pulsating penis that was pounding into her with increasing fury ... and abruptly found it worked! Oh God! Soon she was catching onto the strange unnatural rhythm of the two pillaging penises! First forward and then back, meeting them as they plunged into her pleasure giving body!
"Shhhhhh ..." she grunted in disbelief as the first feelings of masochistic pleasure rippled through her loins. She was being humiliated beyond her worst nightmare, and... oh God ... ! she loved it!
Riding the crest, she bucked back and forth, feeling the lascivious rapture replace the pain entirely. Her tight young cunt was alive and sucking now on Leeds' huge hard cock, while her anus, which Marlon was fucking into so hard and furiously, only increased the wild tingling that began to stab into her body with nicks of pleasure. The nakedly writhing young girl was on a rocking ride now that drove her faster and faster to some inexplicable goal that only her body, coursing with an ancient knowledge that had nothing to do with her training or her thoughts, knew about. She let it happen and was only the passenger. Leeds and Marlon were the drivers and they made a masterful team... in perfect harmony now and fucking hard to bring her to her destination.
Phil reached up for her nakedly bobbing breasts as Cooper's hands dug into her white hips and they whipped her with them to the victory . . . cock in cunt . . . penis in anus.. . almost nose to nose inside her desire-ridden flesh.
And suddenly it changed ... and it was she who rode them, spurring their laboring members with her muscular walls of tight sucking flesh. She wanted it all! It was her show! Bucking and backing she rose and fell, and they did not speak but only heaved their breaths through their laboring chests as she sought to milk the strength out of their rock-hard shafts.
Suddenly she felt the power, the strange power inside her body like the breathless wave of silent, pregnant emotion that she used to feel in the movies when the hero was about to kiss the heroine. It was holding the whole world in your hand! Lenore paused at the peak of her rise, and she could feel them both hesitate, waiting for her signal... their breaths suddenly wadded in their chests... and then she was cumming!
Lenore stiffened for that one breathless moment that was forever and then she screamed, "Agggggghhhhhh!" The hot flood of her orgasm started. The climax roared through her wildly rejoicing loins, and she was rolling to heaven on the wave of the blazing, hot cum boiled into her cunt from Leeds' frantically jerking cock below ... and into her forever-stretched rectum from Marlon's thick ejaculating penis in back...
Lenore was sunk on Phil's chest, her nakedly quivering breasts held in Marlon's warm cupping palms for he had fallen forward onto her back and she was sandwiched closely between the two deflating cocks still sunk in her exhausted body. The heaving chests, one beneath and one behind ... panted out their approval. * * * The sound of traffic going by, the wheeze of the air conditioner and the high wail of a siren brought the reality of the everyday world back to Marlon's consciousness. He rose from the couch, his cock making a small lewdly wet sucking sound as he withdrew from the all but unconscious girl. Leeds was squirming out from under her, too. There was a flicker of sheepish embarrassment for a moment between the two men. Marlon broke it by holding out his hand.
"Leeds. Crazy way to make your acquaintance again," he nodded toward the nakedly sprawled body of the girl. "But I think it's for the best."
Returning the handshake, Phil grumbled, "I don't know how the hell you figure that. That bitch has just about ruined me this week while I've been gone. Reported collecting on some accounts, and there's not a dime to show for it. Shit! I ought to take some more of it out of her hide!" He located his pants and jerked them on.
Marlon pulled on his own pants, and followed the grumbling Leeds into his office. When the sandy haired man was seated behind his scarred desk, biting off the end of a fresh cigar, Marlon pulled out his wallet. Leeds' head came up as the stack of green bills was placed in front of him.
"Some collections were made, Leeds," Marlon said slowly. "Here they are. I think you and I have some business to discuss."
"Hell... I don't get it. How come you had the collections?"
"Simple ... I peddled Lenore's ass. It's a new wrinkle in making collections. That's what I want to talk to you about. You need me, Leeds. It's true I didn't collect the full amounts,.. but it can be done ... with the help of some hungry slut. I'm pretty good at getting my way with women. You might say . .. damn good,"
Marlon watched as the big sandy haired man's hand came out to riffle the stack of bills. He looked up then and grinned.
"Cooper ... I always knew you were a damn smart thief."
Marlon laughed and took the collection man's proffered hand. "Come on ... let's go have lunch and iron out the details."
Lenore roused to the sound of laughing male voices. She lifted her head as Mr. Leeds and Marlon walked through to the outer door. They were clapping each other on the back like long lost buddies.
Leeds stopped, looking down at the naked young girl he'd hired only a week ago. The circles under her eyes had deepened, and there was a dazed uncomprehending look in the glazed doe eyes that looked up through the disheveled dark hair. Her ripe young body looked bruised and used, cum still trickling down her thighs, the breasts faintly blue from hard male fingers. He jerked his thumb at her.
"What about her?"
"I'd say off hand she's outlived her usefulness. After all, Phil, there is such a thing as employee loyalty and a modicum of business judgment." He turned away as though the sight of the battered girl was distasteful to him. Lenore watched dully as they went out the door.
"Marlon . .. Marlon ..." she whispered. It was a whole world that closed for her forever when the office door closed behind the men who'd taught her how to collect... and how to pay.
