Gail could sense the blood-swollen glans enlarging even more, and she knew he was going to come. He was going to give her his semen.
Her head sank lower, and her throat actually opened, taking in part of the thick phallic head while her hand pumped maddeningly.
She was caught up in the silky excitement of the moment. She couldn't stop, she couldn't back off. Hot sex simmered in them both, nearing an explosion. Faster and faster.
The need ran through her crotch like fire and she wondered if she would have started her career as a model at all if she knew it was going to be like this....
CHAPTER ONE
The city skyline at twilight was always something to see. The tall buildings impressed into a darkening blue sky, their lights first twinkling on, created the impression of huge cocks trying to fuck into the sky. The lights looked like freckles on the phallic spires.
Gail Warren stood at the window of her eastside apartment, staring out at the skyline. There was a natural curve to the city shoreline which allowed her to see the skyline, even though she was on the same side of the river. She could also see the three bridges spanning the river, leading to other boroughs, as well as to the suburbs, where she had lived all of her eighteen years. But now she was free, unshackled from the hick village where she had lived very unhappily for one of those years.
On her eighteenth birthday, Gail had come into a modest inheritance given to her by a late, great-grandmother. It was enough money to buy some decent clothing, move to the city, and pay the rent on this modest apartment for at least three years. Kissing her parents and younger sister goodbye, Gail had hurriedly left. It wasn't as if she'd gone to the other side of the world. The city was only an hour away from the village where she'd been born and brought up.
Wearing only a maroon bathrobe, Gail stood at the window, staring out at the skyline. She had a stunningly beautiful face, and for most of her high-school life she had been cold and reserved toward most of the boys she'd dated. She had been voted Miss Frigid the year she had been graduated from high-school.
Long, soft, tumbling waves of medium brown hair fell down her back to her waist. She had naturally thin eyebrows above large, wide brown eyes. Her nose was short, upturned, and looked like something carefully molded by Cellini. And she had full, ripe, red lips. Her cheeks were smooth. She had never had a pimple anywhere on her body. Her flesh looked milk-white all over. She didn't believe in allowing the summer sun to ruin her complexion.
Gail was five feet four inches tall, with a slender, nubile body. Her white flesh stretched tightly over her frame, showing off every curve, every twist, every dip, every swell to perfection. She had large breasts, a little too large for her lithe shape, and the muscles in them had been highly developed. They stood up amazingly well without a bra. Her waist was a narrow twenty inches, and her hips were a full thirty-seven inches.
Despite being voted Miss Frigid, Gail was erotically mature. Until her junior year in high school, she had satisfied her cravings with her fingertip against her clitoris. She was willing to bet she came more often than any girl in her class. She simply hadn't needed a man to do it.
It was in her junior year that she met Bill Barth, the handsome, rugged senior. He had muscles all over his body, though the muscles didn't bulge. His nose was slightly twisted, being broken when he'd played football, and he had black curly hair. At first, Barth was like all the other boys, taking her out to try and make her. It had taken all her willpower to resist. But when she became a senior, and Barth had started his first year at the nearby local university, things had changed. He claimed he had too much respect for him to fool around with her, while she had become anxious to have him fuck her. Somehow, Barth remained adamant, even though he did touch her body all over, making her feel heated and chilled at the same time.
Having taken shopping trips to the big city, Gail had become enamored of it, and she was determined to live and work there once school was finished. Barth had begged her to wait until he'd finished college and went to work for his father, who owned half the city's mid-town parking garages. Gail told him she would be willing, provided he did something to satisfy her carnal hungers. But Bill Barth insisted she was not to be touched between her thighs until she was his wife.
Disgusted with Bill's attitude, Gail, on her eighteenth birthday, had gone to the city, found a small studio apartment on the eastside, and had signed a lease, paying the first and last month's rent in advance. It was a three-year lease, which was something most people didn't get. The landlord, a fat, hungry, evil-looking man, had all but drooled when she'd signed. He was also the superintendent, and he let all his female tenants know he was available at any time for any kind of service. Some few women were actually intimidated by him and let him fuck them, which encouraged him to be more bold with the other women. But he was smart enough not to push too hard.
Work was something else. Gail hadn't found a decent job, yet. She had no experience, and though she'd studied typing and shorthand, all the large city offices wanted experienced girls.
It was a Sunday evening, and she had just showered, which was why she was wearing the robe. Winter would soon hit the city. One could feel the nippiness in the chill Autumn air.
The phone rang. She answered it and heard Bill Barth's voice on the other end.
"Hi," he told her. "I just finished working in Pop's big midtown place. How would you like to go out for supper?"
"No, I've already eaten," she told him. "But after you finish eating, you can stop up for a while."
"Sure thing," he agreed, and hung up.
God! Gail thought. I have to get laid. I need a good stiff cock inside me. Oh God! God! God! Here I am, eighteen years old and still a virgin. Well, tonight Bill Barth is going to fuck me.
Two hours later, Gail heard her door buzzer sound. Still wearing the maroon robe, she let Bill in. She could see the mixture of gladness and surprise in his face. He hadn't expected her to greet him wearing only a robe. God! It just barely covered her wonderful, voluptuous body.
"Hi," she smiled, and her beauty seemed to light up the dim room. He noticed she had purposely left only one lamp on.
This was her living room, her bedroom, her dining room, and her kitchen, all in one. It was a cozy little place, nice enough for a single person. She had gotten some secondhand furniture, and throw-rugs, and had created a warm, comfortable atmosphere.
Staring at her, Bill felt more in love with her than ever, and because of it, had to repress the animal urges inside him.
"How about a drink?" she asked, walking to a kitchen cabinet and taking out a bottle.
"Okay," he nodded, already feeling himself beginning to perspire. God! She was a stunning sight, and he had to strain to keep himself under control. His eyes locked on her face, gazing at her with adoration.
"Have a seat." She waved to the sofa. "I'll bring it to you."
She brought the drink to him and sat beside him, smiling. He took it, sipped it, and nodded, saying, "You always know how to make these things just right, don't you."
"Well, you're the only one I ever made drinks for," she smiled, using a forefinger to curl his hair in front.
"I thought, when you left the village, you were mad at me," he told her, his eyes fastening on the white flesh below her throat as her robe opened a little. He could see the full white tops of her bouncing breasts. Each time she took a breath he could see them bobble, a little.
"Why should I be mad at you, Bill?" she asked.
"I don't know, Gail. I can't figure it out. It isn't as if I didn't respect you. I've always respected you."
Gail was enjoying his obvious discomfort. The dumb jerk. He had respected her, all right. That was all he'd done. Oh sure, he had fondled her breasts, and he'd even sucked her nipples once, but he had abruptly stopped, acting ashamed of himself, as if he'd done something wrong. This from the stud who had laid more than twenty other girls in high school. What the hell was wrong with him? Was her cunt to be deprived of cock just because he wanted to go on "respecting her?"
"I think you're a little too involved in respecting me," she told him. "I'm flesh and blood, and not some piece of cold marble. I have as much right as anyone else to be fucked."
As she talked, Gail allowed the front of her robe to fall open a bit more, allowing most of her right breast to be seen. Bill's cock began throbbing as it grew, and he fought to control the burning fires in his aching loins.
"Gail," he whispered in a low voice, his hand sliding behind her, intent on pulling her close so he wouldn't be able to see her breast. "You know I love you. In three years my father will make me a junior partner in his business. I'll have a lot of money. We can get married in style, and then I'll do whatever you want."
"Three years?" She laughed softly. "And what am I supposed to do for those three years?"
Bill tossed off his drink and put the glass down on the coffee table near the sofa. He was afraid to look into her eyes. How the hell could he tell her he was keeping hands off because he loved her?
"Bill," she whispered, allowing herself to be brought close, her lips next to his. "I'm a woman who loves you.
I want to be loved by you. I can't wait three years."
"My God!" he gasped. "You aren't one of those cheap tarts. You're someone special. I love you, I worship you." He could feel his erection straining to break through his pants.
"You want me," she whispered, her hot breath playing across his lips. "You know it. You really want me."
He could see her fingers moving slowly down along the silken robe covering her thighs. God! He did want her. He really wanted her. Why was she doing this to him? It was all he could do to keep from tearing her robe off and plunging his rampant cock into her virgin twat. Bitch! She knew the effect she was having on him. But he wouldn't be responsible for taking her cherry before marriage. That wasn't his way.
"Gail," he gasped, feeling the heat of her lips near his.
"Yes, Bill," she replied, her tongue licking out and lightly touching his lips.
"Y-you're beautiful ... and I love you."
"I know you love me," she whispered, kissing his lips, lightly.
"Please, Gail, don't do this. My willpower's going. The girl I marry has to be a virgin."
"Why?" she wanted to know, literally blowing the word heatedly into his mouth.
"Family tradition," he sighed.
"Does a piece of paper make that much difference?" she asked. "You know I love you. Does it matter whether you take my hymen now, or three years from now?"
"My God, I'm crazy about you," he gasped.
"That's a lovely thing to say," she cooed, her hand touching his.
She knew she was getting to him. If she continued this way, she would soon have him doing exactly as she wished. Her damp, anxious vagina was aflame with desire for him. She could literally feel the burning lust burn its way through her body. And with'her hand covering his, she could feel that same lust being transmitted to him. She stared straight into his eyes, and whispered, "Come on, Bill. Do it! You know you want .to do it."
Bill almost fell over at the contact of her hand against his. Christ! He actually felt a shock from the contact. Oh God!
She's really asking for it," he thought. "Oh God!" he gasped aloud.
He could feel her cool, tingling fingers tickling their way across the back of his hand. He wanted to pull his hand away, but couldn't. His hard cock was throbbing wildly. He wanted to tear that robe off her, throw her down on the couch, and fuck the pretty little ass off her. Shit! To hell with family tradition. If she could learn to fuck as well as she was beautiful, that would be all that would be needed. Christ! He wanted her.
Gail could see him perspiring. More, she could tell he had come to her right after eating, not bothering to shower the grime from his body. Not that it bothered her. He smelled of good, honest labor, and she would have spread her thighs then and there, had she been certain he would have slammed his cock into her. Instead, she decided a hot shower would be just the thing to really sway him toward her. She would have offered to enter the shower with him, but she knew that would kill the magic.
"I have a wonderful idea," she whispered. "Why don't you take a quick warm shower. I'll bet your underwear is soaking with perspiration. I'll wash it in the bathroom sink while you shower. It'll only take a few minutes for everything to dry after I drape it over the radiator."
Bill realized he was burning with anxiety for her in spite of his tiredness, yet she was right. He was hot, and sweaty, and tired. A man should never consider touching a woman when he's like that. Besides, taking a shower might give him a chance to cool off and regain the will power he was so swiftly losing. God! The sight of her was driving him crazy. In all the world there would never be a more beautiful girl than Gail.
Before he could think of some kind of reply, she was up on her feet and tugging him by his arm. She pulled him off the sofa, strangely oblivious to the throbbing pipe of flesh pushing his crotch out. She guided him into the bathroom, pulled aside the shower curtain, set the shower dials, then turned to him and said, "I'll bring you some fresh towels. When you're out of your clothes and in the shower, I'll wash your underwear."
Bill stood there, totally uncertain as to what to do as she brought the towels, then left the bathroom, closing the door behind her. Opening the door a crack, he could see her taking his empty glass to the small kitchenette where she rinsed it out.
God! Feeling the dampness from the shower, he realized he really did need to clean himself. He stripped off his clothes, letting everything fall into a heap on the floor, and stepped into the shower. His raging cock was free now, a reddish-purplish knob tipping a red stalk. He could see the knob was shining with its own secretions as more continued bubbling from the little slit. Not wanting it to fall on the bathroom floor, he hurriedly stepped into the shower, drawing the curtain tightly closed. He thought about jerking off in the shower to take the edge off his excitement, then he chastised himself for even thinking about such a thing. He hadn't pulled his meat for more than six years, now.
The warm water ran down his body, front and back, enhancing the desire he felt inside. It ran all over him, splashing into his crotch, dripping all over his cock, soaking his balls. He quickly grabbed a bar of soap and began lathering his body. He lathered his cock all over, thinking if he should happen to shoot while soaping himself, he couldn't accuse himself of jerking off.
Then he heard the bathroom door open, and suddenly he saw Gail's shadow against the shower curtain as she bent down to pick up his clothing. Then the shadow was gone, but so was his hard-on. The mere thought of her possibly peering in and seeing him holding his cock had so embarrassed him, the erection had abruptly gone down. Besides, suppose he had finished pulling on his prong. He would have shot all over her shower curtain, and she would have seen it another time.
Shrugging, he finished lathering his body, then rinsed himself off. He heard her near the sink, washing his under things as she had promised. She was going to make a wonderful wife. But he didn't have the nerve to go out there while she was still in the bathroom. Then he saw her shadow on the shower curtain again, as she called out, "Bill, I just put your washed-out underwear on the radiator to dry. Are you finished?"
"Yeah," he called back, turning off the water.
He stood there, his semi-erect cock still hanging in front of him. He hoped she wouldn't do something foolish, like pull back the curtain so she could see him naked.
"Here's a towel," she told him, and he saw her shadow stretch its arms to the top of the shower curtain. He caught the fluffy towel as it came over.
Quickly, he rubbed his body, his movements slowing as he neared his groin. He didn't want to raise another erection. After drying off everything but the soles of his feet, he draped the towel around his waist, but his semi-swollen cock still managed to jut licentiously against the material, pushing it out. Stepping out of the shower, he was relieved to find Gail was no longer in the bathroom. He noted she had taken his shirt and pants, along with his shoes and socks.
He found a comb and combed his tight hair into place, then opened the bathroom door. And there she was, standing there, still wearing nothing but a robe. He watched her eyes hungrily wander down to the bulge in the towel, and he could see her mind wondering what it looked like. Her breathing was heavy, and he sensed she had taken a drink herself.
"Come on," she whispered. "You can relax while everything dries."
When he stepped into the room, he noticed she had opened the sofa into a bed. He stood there, watching her still stare at his cock, and he realized if he tried hiding it, he would look very foolish. But he felt so exposed, because his cock had hardened again, and it was throbbing, and the pulsations were visible even through the towel. God! God! What was the matter with him? Why couldn't he control himself?
He could feel his blood racing through his body, rumbling in his ears, his mind racing with his blood as he felt his emotions run the gamut from despair to ecstasy, and back again.
"...like to rest for a while," her voice said, coming through the throbbing in his head. "You worked hard all day and you must be tired."
She took his arm, her fingers cool against his flesh, and led him into the room. Gently, she pushed him backward until he literally fell down on the bed, its inviting softness making him realize how tired he really was.
"Want a rundown?" she asked.
"D'you mean a massage?" Bill asked, realizing his face was reddening at the thought of this lovely girl putting her hands on his body.
"That's exactly what I mean." Gail nodded, and suddenly her robe opened, and the full meaning of her words hit him.
God! He was staring at those full breasts, those white melons with the light-tan nipples and the large, very tight aureoles. They were the most beautiful breasts he had ever seen. This was the fourth time he was looking at them, and he was no less amazed now than before at how solidly they stood up. But this was the first time he had glimpsed her body below the waist, and the sight almost caused his eyes to literally jump out of his head. Her white belly with the dimpled navel was wonderfully flat, and everything seemed to point to the light-brown bush covering her mons veneris. The growth was thick and lush, though when she parted her thighs, even from this angle, half lying on his back, he could see there was no hair around her pink pussylips. The pubic pout looked wonderfully desirable, and he knew he'd never seen anything quite so lovely on any other woman. He could see the rich coral slit between her pink lips, noting the way the soft curling brown hair above seemed to form a protective umbrella over everything. The white flesh of her inner thighs were columns leading into the pink wetness, the flesh, firm and taut.
Gail moved closer, standing right next to the supine Bill, making no attempt to close her robe, allowing his eyes to remain locked on her throbbing cunt while her own eyes remained locked on the swelling under the towel around his waist. She wanted him to be insane with lust for her. God! She could see he had a long cock, but she wanted it longer and thicker, until it was almost ready to burst. She wanted him so hungry for her, he would not only rape her, but never regret it, afterward. More important, she was certain, once his cock buried itself in her steaming cunt, he would come back for more and more, and never be able to let go of her.
Gail could feel her own hot vaginal oil begin to seep into the rich pink folds of her vagina's lips. She was ready for his cock, but she had to make sure he was ready for her. Fully aware he was far more experienced than she, knowing there would be some pain when he broke her hymen she still wanted to feel the joys of her clasping cunt lips around his rampaging cock. It was nearly time to give herself to him. Flaming, lust-maddened desire was working its way through her.
Pushing Bill farther onto the bed, she made him stretch his legs out. He, embarrassed, turned on his stomach, pressing his swollen dork between his belly and the mattress, with the towel still in-between. The rest of the towel was tightly wrapped around his ass as her fingers began kneading and pressing his back muscles. God! He was a strong one, all right. She kneaded very gently, touching here and there with soft fingertips, enjoying his moans of rapture. Her long, slender fingers ran up and down the flesh on his back, making loving little circles, the deep brown of his body a strong contrast to the white of her hands. Neither of them said anything at this point. Gail knew words might break the spell, and Bill couldn't think of a thing to say.
And then Bill felt a new pressure on the bed as Gail joined him on the mattress, one of her knees moving between his thighs as she leaned over his back, her wonderful fingers continuing their pleasurable massage. He felt another new sensation as the silky material of her robe brushed his thighs, the wispy contact so totally different from the gentle pressure of her fingers.
He almost jumped when he felt the next sensation. His body shuddered lustfully as she slid back a bit, while sitting on one of his thighs, letting her soft, wet cunt lips suck on his flesh, while her wispy pubic hair tickled him. Warm explosions of wanton excitement trammeled their way through him as the hot lower lips lightly grazed his sensitive flesh, moving back and forth, leaving beads of vaginal seepage on his flesh.
What's the matter with me? Bill asked himself. Why am I allowing her to degrade herself this way? He felt his heart pounding madly as his loins began heaving and rolling in response to her vaginal pressure. His hard cock seemed to be stiffening even more, if such a thing were possible. It wildly throbbed and pulsated as he pounded his fists into the mattress to keep himself from yelling out his passions.
The licentiously teasing brown-haired girl wore a tight smile on her stunning face as Bill began responding to the movements of her body. Her robe was totally open now, her full, taut orbs swaying in a tight little circle over his towel-covered ass. Her nipples were filled with blood, rigid and extended. She was almost fully out of her mind with her need for him. Funny little tingles in her slit let her know her clitoris was hard and throbbing, just like his cock. It seemed to extend out all by itself, moving aside the protective folds of pink tissue, straining to touch the tan flesh of Bill's thigh.
He's not quite ready, she gasped to herself. Not yet, not yet, uuunnnhhh! Goddd!
Her entire body was a pyre of living flame. She was burning up and felt she would soon be utterly consumed by the blistering fire seeping through her seething cunt. It was reaching up into the farthest corners of her brain.
Not yet, she thought. Not yet. God, let me hold out just a little bit longer, to make sure he's ready. Please, please, please!
She felt as if her eyes were boring into the back she was massaging. Her mind tried to imagine how it would feel to have his wonderful, thick, blood-swollen shaft buried in her seething cunt. She could picture it sliding into her flaming pussy, thick cords of veins swollen as blood pumped into the millions of tiny sacs, running up to the huge dome, thick, magenta, with a velvety feel to it. She was certain the head of the cock would feel like velvet. After having seen pictures of it, she was sure the texture would be unlike any other part of the male body. The tip would be soaking wet, covered with his own viscous dampness, while the hot point, once inside her, would swell and throb until it shot that funny-looking white stuff into her. She had seen pictures of women with the stuff smeared all over their mouths, loving the taste of it. It made her wonder just what the jizz tasted like. Well hell, she would soon find out. Once she convinced Bill to take her cherry, she would be able to convince him to fuck her in all her holes.
Saliva filled her mouth as she imagined how tasty it must be. God! Yes! She wanted the cock in her mouth as well as in her cunt. Yes, yes, it would all be so wonderful.
Her body was suddenly flung off his, dumped unceremoniously onto her back. Then he rose over her, using his hands to pull her robe aside so he could look at her all the better. She made no move whatsoever to cover her body, leaving her full tits and sopping pussy totally exposed to his anxious eyes. She shut her eyes, feeling hot, wet pulsations in her anxious pussy, the smooth, never-touched inner walls rubbing together in their virgin tightness as her pubes writhed in anxious anticipation.
Jesus! She felt like reaching up with her hand and grabbing under that towel, feeling what it was like to hold a hot, hard cock in her hand. But the warning voice in her mind told her to go very slowly.
"Fuck me!" she said involuntarily. "Come on, fuck me, Bill."
"No, Gail. No, you know it isn't right. I have to prove I have a certain amount of self-control. What kind of a man would I be if I gave in to the urgings of my body," he replied.
"Bill, if you love me at all, you'll fuck me. You'll fuck me right now."
She was reaching up and pulling his body against hers, kissing his lips, licking his gums, teasing his own tongue. Her hand reached down and tore the towel from his body as she wrapped her thighs around him. She felt the heavy, swollen point of his throbbing dork pressing into the hairy triangle on her pelvis, just a bit too high. If she could maneuver her own body a little higher, she would be able to fit the cock into her, she was sure of it.
"No ... Gail ... no ... you don't know what you're doing," he told her, yet he lay on top of her, his body not moving, his cock still trembling. His words were totally unconvincing, even to himself. She knew what she was doing, just as he knew. "Fuck me," she begged.
"Goddamn you, I'm only human," he sobbed. "Don't do this to me."
"I want you to fuck me," she said, the words decisive and even. "Put that cock into my cunt. Do it, now!"
"Damn you, stop this," Bill gasped.
"The hell I will," she snapped, and rolled him over, throwing her body on top of his. "Now, you lie back, relax. I'm going to make you feel wonderful."
"Huh? Gail, what are you going to do?"
"I'm going to prime that cock of yours like it's never been primed before. I'm going to put it between my lips and suck on it. You just lie there."
"Gail, that's obscene," he gasped, but she noted he simply lay there, unmoving.
Kissing his cock would be the only way to convince him to fuck her. If she sucked on it long enough, it would be so rampant, he'd sink it right into her sucking cunny. And from his actions she could tell he wanted it, in spite of anything he had said.
Tugging his unmoving thighs apart, she slid down, bringing her face close to his pelvis. He had done a good job of showering. She smelled the pleasant scent of her deodorant soap. Now, for the first time she had an opportunity to see his throbbing cock. And what a cock it was. It was between seven-and-a-half and eight inches in length, and nearly three inches around in breadth.
The head was a bright lavender, and the pole itself was a rampant red with thick blue veins lacing their way around the organ again and again. The skin itself was smooth, and the purple dome was covered with the leaking substance she had known would cover it. Yes, she had him completely aroused, all right.
Placing her left hand on his belly, she slid her right hand between his thighs, then slowly brought her hands together clutching his thick, trembling cock between them, feeling the heat. She felt his belly muscles ladder and she was aware of the flooding, fiery sensations pouring through him. She was getting to him, as she had hoped. He writhed, insane with want, and as her clutch on his cock tightened, she could feel the shuddering vibrations within. She slid her right hand down and cupped the wrinkled, hairy scrotum, letting her fingertips follow each individual wrinkle to its endless conclusion. Her palm cupped each of his balls in turn, lightly massaging them.
Working her long fingers with a sensual skill inborn, she began teasing his testicles and his throbbing phallus. She listened to her lover gasp as her tight fingers slid up and down the solid length of his throbbing cock, and decided this was the time for her to use her tongue. Leaning forward, she brought her lips to an inch from the heavy lilac head, and she slowly exhaled, sending warm breath over the solid dome of rubbery flesh. Tiny droplets of sticky lubrication oozed from the dilated slit. They looked like little pearls of sugar, and she was determined to taste their sweetness. Her tongue flicked out against the tip of his throbbing, stretched cock. The instant her tongue made contact, the penis twitched, making her left hand clutch the base all the more tightly. She could feel the stirring thrills in his swollen, bloated balls, and she continued gently rolling them in her right hand as if they were round dice. All the while, her hot tongue applied only its point to the underside of his throbbing cock, feeling it twitch violently from the little bit of pressure she was applying.
Bill was totally out of his skull with sensation, and stared down the length of his body to look at the face of the lovely Gail, trembling as her tongue flicked in and out of her sensuous mouth, covering the heavy cock with the sticky wetness of her sputum. That, added to the sensational contact of her wandering fingers around the weighty scrotum made him quiver with delightful thrills.
Jesus! He'd fucked his share of high-school twat, and he'd lapped his share of nookie. He'd had his cock sucked countless times, but none of it seemed to mean a thing compared to what was happening at the moment. Christ! Love did crazy things to a man, or else Gail really had a mouth that was better. Shit! He knew better than to think she had ever done anything like this before. Yet she was doing it better than all those other, experienced cunts. How was he to know she had studied those photo books she had picked up in a midtown store until she knew exactly what to do. Hell! She had even bought a dildo and practiced with it, licking and lapping it, feeling the texture of it in her mouth.
Gail decided a real cock was ten times better than any dildo, despite their shapes being exactly the same. The smell, the feel, and the taste of living flesh was so wonderful.
She tugged on the taut skin, feeling it respond as no dildo was able. Her fingers could feel the wild excitement increasing with the growing rate of his heartbeat. Turning her head to the side, she began sliding the flat of her tongue up and down the full length of his throbbing cock, along the underside. She soaked it with her saliva, making it shine and glisten.
Now her mouth hovered over the swollen point, and her tongue began lapping into the tiny slit. Though there was little taste to the fluid seeping from his cock, in her mind it was a delightful thing, and so she sucked and licked, feeling excitement reach all the way into her. Moisture was dripping down the insides of her white, pillarly thighs as her vagina pulsated from the mere idea of finally having this stolid stanchion plugged into her. Soon now, very soon, he would be fucking her. But until he was ready, she wanted to make him realize how wonderful she was, and what a fantastic time he'd been missing by treating her like some marble statue to be worshiped.
In a way, it was her own fault. She had no one but herself to blame for the way she first behaved when he started taking her out. She was the who had consistently refused his advances. But she hadn't been mentally ready those first dates. Her mind had been filled with the righteousness and goodness her parents and minister had always preached. She'd had no idea they preached all that garbage from ignorance. Oddly, it had taken her sister, then only thirteen, to explain how wrong she had been in her thinking. The funny part of it was, Judy adored her and usually did whatever she did. But this was the one time Judy had taken the lead. Not that the younger girl had surrendered her virginity. But she knew all about erotic play; about cocksucking and cunt lapping. She had been in the middle of a cocksucking session when Gail had walked in on her one day. Gail had been angry at her, at first, but Judy had explained how much fun a thing like that could be, and since no one was really getting hurt, how bad could it be?
Gail asked that question to herself half a hundred times before finally coming to see Judy's viewpoint. From then on, her entire outlook had changed, and she was the one trying to con Bill into taking her to bed. But by then, Bill had fallen madly in love with her and, determined to marry her, had held her virginity to be a prize above all things, to be plucked on the wedding night.
Tonight, Gail would show him how wrong he had been. Tonight, she would make him fuck her. Once she had him beyond his self-control, he would turn into her slave.
Touching her tongue to the underside of his throbbing pecker's slick head, feeling the little knot back there, she opened her lips wide, making a hood of her mouth, slowly covering the pulsing prick. Her rich, thick, red lips closed tightly around the thickness of the heavy organ, and she lowered her head, filling the empty cavity of her mouth with the sweet cockflesh. Her tongue licked with maddening intensity, running up and down, back and forth over the sensitive tip. She could feel gobs of lube oil gushing up to meet her licking tongue as she wrapped the hot lingual organ tightly around the pulsating prong.
Bill was unable to believe what he was seeing. His Gail, his beautiful Gail, his goddess, was sucking his cock into her mouth as if she were some kind of trollop. God! Even the oval of her mouth looked so lovely as it gobbled in the shivering point of his swollen cock. He gasped aloud, feeling wild shudders radiate through his trembling body. The moans made Gail happy, letting her know she was accomplishing what she had set out to do. Slowly she forced her ovaled mouth lower, sucking in more of the heavy whang. She had fully one third of the heavy meat prong in her mouth before she began bobbing her head, moving up and down, filling her mouth with his thickness, trying to push more in, never realizing how narrow her oral cavity was until this moment. She pulled with her lips and teeth, sucking on the blood-filled flesh. God! It was so thick. She'd never imagined a cock could be this thick. She felt the heavy dome scraping her palate as it pressed against her throat. God! How would it be possible for her to fit such thickness into her gullet.
Bill sighed again as the heat of her mouth sent electrical flashes of feeling shooting through the entire length of his rock-hard penis, and the throbbing sensations of enjoyment seemed to echo right back up the fleshy tower, as if moving from the fingers she still had clutched around the base, right through the tip into her mouth. Her tongue was a blistering flame, knowing every part of his cock, as if it had done this many times before. Her lips and teeth seemed to tug on his entire inner being, as if trying to make him shoot more than sperm. She seemed to want to taste his soul. The delightful sensations were so marvelous, he knew something was going to happen very quickly, though he wasn't quite certain what it would be.
He stared at her lovely head, her beautiful face attached to him as her mouth bobbed up and down, sucking his tense dick. Her tongue was a slithery flame, and it seemed able to touch every sensitive part of his trembling cock from the inside. Her pressuring lips and nipping teeth seemed to be sucking his very being out through the hole in the tip of his prong. Her head continued moving up and down, picking up speed, and he felt he might shoot into her mouth than and there. He did his best to restrain himself, but her long, soft brown hair fell around her face and touched his belly and thighs as her mouth continued moving up and down more and more rapidly, and he knew he was fighting a losing battle. And that would be bad, because Bill had always thought of blow-job artists as the lowest kind of women, who didn't deserve respect. If he did come in her mouth, he knew he would lose the love he had for her.
Gail, sucking the thick shaft deeper and deeper into her hungering mouth, started a regulated movement, and each time her head went down, she took a fraction of an inch more of cock into her mouth until the thick prick-head was pressing against her esophagus, almost choking her. Lifting her head until only the ball of his cock-head remained in her mouth, she then clamped down with her teeth and pushed her head as far down as she could go. The stem of his throbbing prong had white streaks running all the way down, and the became even whiter as the pressure of her teeth sank a little deeper on the way up. The white, bloodless toothyness filled with blood after, turning from white to rich red. She had to stop and swallow her own saliva more than once as it dribbled freely from her mouth onto the hand she used to grip the shuddering cock. Now her pumping hand moved in time with her mouth, riding to the top of his shaft as her lips went to surround the plum-like tip, then moving to the base as her mouth sank back down again. The head and hand moved swiftly, now, sucking and pulling together. His balls were becoming tighter and tighter as the wrinkled sac pulled up into his groin while the testicles, themselves, swelled. The pressure of his sperm was beginning to make itself felt. She realized he was about to come. Yes, make him come, give him a climax, make him shoot like he'd never shot before, and then he would do anything she wished. She had him, now. She sucked all the faster and harder, tugging and nodding as his steel-solid cock plunged in and out of her wetness of her sucking mouth.
The thrills pouring through his body seemed to increase with mounting intensity as the curly-haired man struggled to keep his sperm inside his body. His excitement not only came from the thrilling manipulations of Gail's voracious mouth, but from seeing her beautifully naked body, as well. Her soft flesh, satin-smooth, seemed to shine in the lamp still on, and he could sense the tightening and loosening of her ass-cheeks, moving in rhythm to the way she was sucking his cock. Her large breasts dangled under her like two quivering bowls of wonderful fruit, the tan nipples solid and standing out. He was unable to see the patch of light-brown hair on her pelvis, tapering in toward her rich pink vagina. God! He wanted to fuck that cunt. Yes, yes, he realized now he very much wanted to fuck that cunt. He had been wanting to fuck it for more than two years now, and like a fool he had been restraining himself. God! To think, he could live been plundering that sweet nookie for two years, but like a fool he'd held himself back. Now he could feel his solid member sinking deeper and deeper into her throat, and it made him writhe in delicious agony. This was all becoming too much for him. The cords in his thighs stood out as his muscles became taut and he felt the sperm boil up, ready to explode.
Gail had become totally involved in the sucking of Bill's throbbing cock. The pulsating rod of flesh seemed to become a part of her, and she could feel the boiling seed stirring around in the balls, below. She wanted it. She wanted to drink Bill's sperm, for part of him would become part of her, forever. She yearned to feel the heavy wad shoot up into her throat, and then slide down her gullet into her belly. She wanted to taste the stickiness and see what was wonderful about it. Was it sweet? Was it salty? Was it sour? Was it bitter? How did it taste?
She could sense the blood-swollen glans enlarging even more, and she knew he was going to come. He was going to give her his semen. Her head sank lower, and her throat actually opened, taking in part of the thick phallic head while her hand pumped maddeningly. She felt the seed start to bubble up, making the final journey through his body as it moved up the tube in the underside of his phallic wand, heading for the tiny slit.
"EEEEEYYYYYAAAAAGGGGHHHHH!" Bill screamed, arching his hips up off the mattress, screaming aloud as his entire body seemed to explode with pleasure. His throbbing cock seemed to swell and thicken in the heated depths of Gail's sucking mouth as the pleasure-giving sensation raced along with the sperm and blasted from his swollen cock-head.
Bill couldn't believe what was happening. He stared, wide-eyed as, the woman he loved sucked voraciously on his pulsing prick, drinking the flaming liquid that spurted from the tip. Her mouth pulled and sucked, forming a tight vacuum around the stem of his cock. She didn't let a single drop slip by as she continued drinking. He felt as if she were a cannibal, gobbling his cock raw from the inside, but he didn't care. He was willing to let her eat all of him. Christ! It felt so fantastic. He'd had no idea a head-job could be this good.
Drinking down what felt like gallons of come-cream, feeling it all squirt down her throat, Gail licked around the head, hoping the white wine flowing from his cock would never stop. Her hand continued pumping on the organ, sucking the seeping liquid from the phallic tip, drinking, drinking, drinking. And when it was finally over, she purred as she licked all over the shrunken rubbery flesh to get every last drop of the liquid. She was a cat lapping up all traces of milk from the pipeline originally releasing it.
Bill fell back on the bed, his head spinning. He no longer knew what to think. God! She had blown him like a goddamn whore, and she had enjoyed every bit of it, just as a whore might. Yet she was his Gail, the girl he had loved for two years.
Maybe it wasn't too late. Maybe he could teach her nice girls didn't do things like this. There was still hope. She had her cherry. It was the last vestige of decency left in her. With that hymen, he could still marry her and explain to her the right and the wrong of everything.
Gail, thinking his total enjoyment of her blow-job had subjugated him to her will, bent forward and kissed his lips, expecting him to use his tongue to lick any vestiges of cream from her mouth, Instead, she saw him recoil.
"Didn't you like it?" she asked, teasingly.
"You know better than to ask such a thing," he told her. "I enjoyed it immensely."
"Good. Let's wait a while, then we can make it grow, and you can use it on me. I mean, I'm entitled to some satisfaction, too."
"Gail, don't you understand? What you did just now is what tramps and prostitutes do. Decent girls don't go sucking men off."
"Bill darling, you aren't just a man. You're a special man. I can suck your cock because you're my man. You and I are part of one another."
"Gail, I still want to marry you..."
"I can understand that," she said, apprehensively.
"But it still has to wait until I've been graduated from college."
"Of course. But that doesn't mean we can't go on loving one another until then. Come on, Bill. We each think of the other as something special. Well I want to see you behave like a real caveman. I want you to sweep me off my feet, I want you to throw me onto the bed, and I want you to take that wonderful cock of yours, when it hardens again ... and I want you to cram it into me, filling me until I scream. God! After what I did for you, surely you can understand my need for an orgasm."
"Goddammit, Gail, ifs wrong!"
"Well why the hell is it wrong?" she snapped. "Surely I'm. entitled to some kind of satisfaction. I mean, you didn't seem to object to what was happening while you were in the process of shooting that hot sperm down my throat. God! I even recall feeling your hand on my head, as if forcing my head down while you shot your load into my mouth. Bill, I'm burning up. I need to be satisfied. You must be able to understand that."
"All I know is, you'll have to restrain your passions until after we're married."
"You son of a bitch!" she screamed. "Either you build another hard-on in one helluva hurry, or you get your mouth down here and do for me what I did for you. I'm not going to be frustrated because you're an uptight boor."
"Gail baby, stop talking like that. We've waited a lifetime. Is two or three more years that long to really wait?"
"Two or three years? Billy baby, you've gotta be kidding. I came to the city to escape small-town morality. I don't want to wait two years, two months, two weeks, two days, or even two minutes. I want something now N.O.W. now."
"Gail," Bill said, going to the radiator and finding his clothes dry. "You and I will have to talk this out when you're more rational. I want you to see a psychoanalyst. I'll pay for it all, but I want you completely straightened out."
"What you want is for me to become like my mother, or maybe, your mother. Well I'm sorry, Bill. But I left that behind when I left home. I'm not a churchgoer. I'm not one who goes to religious socials, nor am I one who-likes square-dancing. I like nightclubs, restaurants, and swinging. I was willing to keep my swinging down to one man; you. But you're still stuck on hometown morality."
"Gail, stop talking like this. I love you. I can't stand to see you behaving this way."
"Bill," she snapped, lying on the bed and parting her thighs. "Here's my cunt. Prove you love me. Either get that cock hard and stick it into me, or start eating. Either way will tell me you love me."
Slipping into his underwear, Bill shook his head, saying, "Maybe my morality is kind of small town. Perhaps I do need to be brought around to a new way of thinking. But what you want isn't quite right, either. You're pushing too fast, and you're pushing too far."
"You really are a bastard. Here I went and sucked that boner of yours dry, and now, after it's all over, you have the balls to chew me out and tell me I'm wrong. Well I have news for you, Bill Barth. I came to New
York to make it and I'm going to make it, and I don't need the-likes of you. So do me a big favor, finish dressing, and get the hell on out of my life."
"Gail," Bill quietly said. "We can work it out."
"No way, small-town man. I intend living my life to please Gail Warren. Tomorrow, I'm going out into the world and try to find out what life is all about. I don't need a creep like you pulling me back, telling me what's right and wrong. Sorry, Bill," she told him, pointing to the door, "I don't need you in my life."
At this moment, Bill suddenly realized how close he was to losing Gail. To hell with what anyone else said. He suddenly realized he had no intention of letting some other man fuck that beautiful body or allow those wonderful lips to wrap themselves around another man's cock. She had to be his, no matter what the cost to his own self-respect.
"I still want to marry you," he told her, "in spite of everything that's happened."
"In spite of?" she screamed, standing naked with the door wide open. "You dumb jerk. I did all this so you would marry me because of, not in spite of. I loved you. I wanted to do everything with you and for you. My God! Sucking your penis was the most thrilling thing to ever happen to me. And you make me feel like some common prostitute. Get the hell out of here."
Bill was dressed, and he could see all his dreams with Gail suddenly shattering. His whole world was beginning to fall apart. Not only was he losing Gail, herself, but his mind suddenly realized he was also losing the best head-artist he had ever known. God! He had no doubt her cunt would be very bit as good. Now she was taking it all away from him, simply because he was trying to show her the respect he thought she deserved.
"I'm leaving, for now," he told her. "But someday you'll need me, and I'll be back."
"Don't count on it," she snapped. "I'm going to find some real men, who really know how to love a girl."
Feeling inwardly hurt, Bill walked out and Gail slammed the door behind him. Then she went to the bed, fell on it, and cried. After all she'd done for him, she was still unsatisfied.
CHAPTER TWO
Angry, Gail got to her feet and went to her dresser, the one piece of bedroom furniture in the room. Opening the top drawer, she took out the plastic-wrapped dildo. Removing the plastic, she carried it into the bathroom and carefully washed it. God! It looked so much like Bill's cock, only it wasn't quite as long or as thick. When she had bought the dildo she had thought it wise to get one as close to "normal" size as possible.
Although she had sucked it, practicing licking it until she had fellating down to an art, she had never tried pushing it into her vagina. Well tonight was going to be different. If she couldn't have Bill's cock in there, at least she could have one of her own. It had elastic testicles which she could fill with some liquid or other, if she were so inclined, but she wasn't in the mood to have hot water shot into her body. She noticed it did have a tiny slit in the tip with an upraised lip around it, just like a real cock. God! Staring at it reminded her how much she had enjoyed sucking on Bill's penis. God! God! She would bury the thing so far into her cunt, it would come out her throat. No! No! She wouldn't deflorate herself. She would put it in a little way, rub it in and out until she came, but she wouldn't break her own hymen. That was a job for a real cock. She refused to deny herself that particular pleasure.
Her hand trailed along the thick organ. Soft foam rubber, it was almost warm to her touch, perhaps because she had washed it in hot water. She shut her eyes as her fingers wrapped themselves around the rubbery shaft. God! It felt real. The only thing missing was the heavy pulsations. Her right hand grabbed the heavy base to keep it steady. Christ! It really was almost alive. It had a nice circumcised feel to it, but the outer foam rubber was so much like the loose layer of outer skin on Bill's thick dick. She could feel it slide up and down as her fingers jerked back and forth.
Bringing the instrument close to her face, Gail opened her eyes, marveling at the amazing detail, right down to the winding veins. They didn't seem to look exactly the way the veins did on Bill's cock, but recalling the photos she had seen of other cocks, she realized different veins were visible on different cocks.
As if the rubber monster had a life of its own, it came closer and closer to her face, rubbing up and down on her left cheek, the head moving closer and closer to her mouth. She was so used to sucking it, the rubber erection seemed to move as if of its own volition to the hole to which it had become accustomed. She licked her lips nervously, feeling the heat in her body being stoked up again. At any moment she expected to feel the head of the dildo force its way between her lips. She would suck it as diligently as she had Bill's cock, and it would shoot that exquisite semen down her throat.
Abruptly, snapping out of her stupor, Gail dropped the dildo onto the bed. She didn't know what to do. Oh God! She needed some kind of satisfaction, but she didn't want to finger her clit again.
And then her eyes fell on the plastic in which the dildo had been wrapped, and she noticed a folded piece of paper inside. Removing the paper, she noticed it was a sheet of instructions on the best way to use the dildo. It showed how to fill the artificial testicles with whatever liquid she wished, but there was something else she saw of which she had not been aware, before. Now she began to understand what it was that made the dildo feel even heavier than it really was. At the base of the penile instrument there was a small opening, and inside the opening was a battery. A small twist of the dildo, and it would vibrate.
Gail twisted, and suddenly the instrument began pulsating in her hands, just as Bill's cock had done earlier. Yes, yes, now it was every bit as good as a real cock. It seemed to dance obscenely in her hands.
As if hypnotized, she lay down on the bed. Her thighs seemed to spread wide of their own volition, and she could feel the licentious desires building in her as never before. She was going to have a cock inside her. Even if it wasn't going all the way into her, it would go in enough to let her know how it felt to have something so marvelous inside her. Her light tan nipples swelled all by themselves, jutting straight out, pointing back a little because her breasts, for all their weight and fullness, were slightly uptilted.
Her free hand came up and lovingly began caressing her nipples, remembering how wonderful it was to have Bill's hands on them. The other hand, still gripping the pulsating dildo, began moving the artificial organ around her inner thighs, feeling the way it vibrated against her flesh. She worked it closer and closer to her tight cunt, and the vibrations, moving up her thigh seemed to vellicate into her labial folds, making her clitoris peer out to see what was going on. It strained itself up from the hood of tissue covering it. God! She wanted to shut her eyes and imagine it was Bill, but her eyes remained wide open as her head now lay against the sofa back, staring at every wonderful inch of the vibrating shaft. Her thighs spread apart all the wider, forcing the soft, outer labia to finally part, exposing the tight, narrow, never-before-entered vaginal orifice. She could feel the flesh around her hole rippling in anticipation of what was to come. Her free hand slid down from her tits, and her middle finger began involuntarily sliding through her pubic hair, moving down, touching her clitoris, then slithering along the full length of her pink trough. She could feel how tight and close the entrance to her cunt seemed to be; so narrow she thought her own finger would have difficulty entering. Her finger touched the entrance, then pulled away as if it had pressed something red-hot. She could feel the warm, vibrating point of the artificial cock pressing in, trying to push her finger aside as it continued the slow, tantalizing approach to her anxious twat. Her heaving pelvis thrust forward to meet the oncoming, erotically vibrating organ. She felt the probing tip pause in its journey as it poised itself directly outside the pulsating entrance to her anxious cunt. As the erection lay there, Gail thought of it as being attached to a man, a faceless man she had yet to meet. He would be a real man, totally unafraid of penetrating her vagina with his cock, and willing to make mad, passionate love to her whenever she needed it. She could see his faceless head, directly over her, and she could almost feel the grin forming on the face she was unable to see.
Her hand, beyond the control of her brain, began thrusting forward, and the throbbing cock began inching its way into the tightness of her tender nookie, stretching the narrow opening, making it wider than she had believed such a thing could stretch. She cried out, feeling pain at being so widely opened, but with the pain there was trembling pleasure as the thick, round probe slowly bored its way into her. Fantastic shivers of heated rapture ran rampantly through her body.
Christ! She wanted to fuck it all into her, despite the mounting pain. There was the agony of her vaginal walls being stretched all out of proportion. God! If Bill had done this, she would have been in even more agony, because his cock was even thicker. Oh God! It hurt! But it was such a wonderful hurt. Yes, it was so wonderful.
She tried forcing her thighs wider apart, thinking this might ease the pain a little, while maintaining the pleasure at its present level. Her ragged, pink, inner lips welcomed the vibrating monster between them, sucking on it as hungrily as a babe nursing at its mother's nipple.
And then there was the unbearable pain as the head of the vibrating cock touched, for a brief instant, her hymen. Her entire body jumped and she almost pulled the stiff staff right out. Good God! The pain was awful. She would have to be careful not to thrust the dildo in that far again. God!
Her thighs clamped tightly closed around the artificial violator, imprisoning the hand holding it as well. Using her wrist, she moved the dildo in and out a solid two inches, feeling the vibrating head rub against all four dilated walls at once. Her body shivered and trembled as her cuntal passage widened a little to better accommodate the moving dildo. Lord! It was like being skewered by a Sequoia log. Nothing in her life had ever prepared her for the formidable breadth of the cock, though compared to Bill's it was almost skinny. The three inches inserted into her frothing tunnel seemed to have become a part of her body, pressuring every sensitive nerve-ending in the part of her seething nookie it touched. It seemed to brutally rub back and forth inside her.
"Uuuunnngggghhhh!" she gasped as the smooth tip continued teasing her upper vaginal wall, sending swells of agonizing delight through her anxious body. Waves of delightful pain still moved through all her limbs, filling her stomach with the need to feel even more cock. The blistering oils of her vagina flooded around the artificial cock, wetting it down, lubricating it. The mad vibrations as the head wildly shuddered through her made her twist and turn.
"God! God! God!" she gasped in thrilling ecstasy as the pulsating organ tickled each wall at the same time, bucking and throbbing inside her, sending insane vacillations rippling madly through her naked flesh. Her body felt as if it were being boiled, broiled, roasted, and braised all at the same time.
"Aaaannnngggg!" she screeched, pulling her knees up and back, then bringing them down to touch her large, naked breasts. Her free hand pressed against her clitoris, rubbing it madly, making it tingle in time to the way she was thrusting the cock in and out of her seething chamber. And then it touched her hymen again, making her jump and screech at the same time.
Her anguished hand frantically pulled on the massive rubber cock, yanking it from her hungry cunt to let the anguish within settle down. She rubbed the head against her trembling clitoris, rubbing up and down, up and down, massaging the shivering rubber against her trembling man-in-the-boat. Then she fitted the bloated head back into her dribbling cunt, feeling it pulsate against her crushing pussy walls as it smoothly wormed its way three inches into her.
Gail felt her body on fire, leaping and gyrating in lewd movements as the stiff dildo swiftly plunged in and out. Her hand could feel the rubber balls, so real, almost exactly like Bill's, and she squeezed them again and again. Jesus! If she ever squeezed Bill's balls this way, he'd scream to the heavens. The hand not holding the dildo spread itself wide, with her thumb still pressing on her clitoris, while the pinky touched her hairless ass-hole, feeling the way it expanded and contracted as she bounced her body up and down.
Letting go of her clitoris, feeling the orgasm building inside her vaginal chamber for the first time, she probed with her forefinger, touching her ass-hole. Oh God! That felt good. She lifted her ass-cheeks a little higher and pushed a little harder with her forefinger, probing a bit more deeply into the tight rectal opening. Juices from her anxious cunt were seeping along her asscrack, running into her rectum. Now a lot of it began covering her forefinger, oiling it. She pressed the finger into the tight, crushing anal opening, wincing a little at the new pain she felt. Nothing had ever penetrated her anal interior before. But as she began sliding her finger in and out, she felt new, wonderful, heightening pleasures. She could feel the mad vibrations of the humming dildo as her vaginal passageway trembled. Her finger, in her ass, probed a little deeper, and she found she could press against one wall of her anus and feel the vibrations from the dildo coming through. Now she began synchronizing the movement of finger and phallus, furiously working them in and out together. Yes, yes, this was doing it. This was bringing on her long-awaited orgasm. She could feel it welling up in her vagina. God! This was going to be the best climax she ever had despite the idiocy of Bill Barth.
"AAAIIIYYYEEEAAAGGGHHH!" Gail shouted, tugging her finger out of her rectum as she found wild, tickling sensations building in there. She felt her ass ready to climax, as well, and with the vaginal orgasm overwhelming her, she didn't think her body ready to handle an anal one as well.
Her body writhed and jumped with the vibrating cock still moving in and out. She bucked insanely, coming and coming and coming. Oh God! How could that idiot Bill have denied her this feeling. And if the dildo had filled her entire cunt, it would have been even better. Christ! If Bill had been there and had fucked her, she would have had a truly ultimate climax.
That son of a bitch, she thought, while at the peak of her orgasm. And then it was all shattered by a knock at the door.
CHAPTER THREE
The sound of someone knocking on her door at ten o'clock in the evening, while her mind had been concentrating solely on her own body pleasures, smashed through her consciousness like a mailed fist. The pleasures of her body seemed to drop like heavy weights, and she felt herself partially unfulfilled.
Goddamn! she thought to herself. If that son of a bitch, Bill Barth, had come back to apologize, she'd slap his rotten face. He picked one hell of a time to interrupt.
Throwing on her robe and belting it, she pushed her feet into a pair of fluffy slippers, and went to the door. Opening it, she found herself facing her younger sister.
"Judy," she said. "What are you doing here at this time of night on a Sunday?"
"I've had it with those people," her fourteen-year-old sister said, stomping into the apartment, carrying a valise of her own.
Closing the door, Gail followed her sister into the single room and asked, "What's wrong?"
The only resemblance Judy bore to her sister was her light-brown hair. Other than that, she was totally different in appearance. To begin with, she was much shorter than Gail, standing at five feet, on the button. Her hair was much shorter than her sister's, and she had a round face with a hawk nose. Yet there was something about the way it beaked that made her vitally attractive. She had thin lips, a slender neck, and a full, but far-from-buxom, body. Perhaps in two or three years her young body would really fill out, but at the present time she had 32-B breasts, which were just about a handful apiece. Her hips were still slender but first starting to swell, while her waistline had a little baby fat on it, but still measured less than twenty-four inches. She wore slacks, hiding her shapely little calves.
"God!" Judy snapped, plopping down on the bed, looking at her sister. "You'd think our folks would grow up a little. My gosh! It wasn't as if I was really doing anything bad."
"All right, let's hear the story," Gail insisted.
"I was out with Jerry, my latest boy friend, and we got kind of on the hot side. So we came to our home, because I thought Mom and Dad would be out. Well no sooner did I have my blouse off, with Jerry sucking my tits, than Mom and Pop walked in, chased him out, made me stay in my room, and told me I was grounded. So I packed, told them I didn't want to live with them anymore, and came here."
"I think I'd better call them and let them know where you are, before they have the entire city police force looking for you." .
Calling her parents, Gail told them about Judy being at her apartment. Her father, still angry over what he had seen, said she could stay there, as far as he was concerned. Then he told Gail to keep Judy with her for a week, then send her home. Gail agreed.
"It isn't as if I was letting him touch me below the waist," Judy went on. "I've never let any boy do that. I like having a boy suck my nipples. What's more, I like sucking on a boy's wanger. Gee, Gail, you have no idea what it is to be interrupted at a time like that. I mean...."
She stopped and began sniffing. As she sniffed, she lowered her head to the bed. Gail was glad she had taken the time to put the dildo away. But that wasn't what Judy smelled.
"Sperm," Judy gasped, looking up at her sister. "Oh
God! Gail, I interrupted something. Golly, I can smell the jizz. Oh I'm sorry, I'm really sorry. I'll get out and go for a long walk or something."
"If s all right," Gail assured her. "He left before you got here."
"Wow!" Judy exclaimed. "Was it Bill?"
"Stop asking questions you know I won't answer," Gail told her.
"Hey, did he ... I mean..."
"No," Gail brooded. "I tried, but I'm still a virgin, just like you, little sister."
"Gee, I don't see any of it at all. If you pulled him off then you either used a lot of tissues you must have flushed away by now, or..."
Gail merely smiled and nodded. She was tired and felt she deserved a good night's sleep. Tomorrow she had an interview for a secretarial job in the garment center.
"Hey," Judy shouted. "Gail, you did it. You really did it. You went down on the lucky guy. Wow! Was it as good as I told you it would be?"
"Better," Gail assured her. "Ten times better."
"No kidding? A fully grown penis really does make a difference? Oh wow!" Judy murmured, herself getting undressed and going to the bathroom to wash up. "I have to try one someday."
"But not while you're here with me," Gail insisted. "Turn out the light and come to bed when you're ready."
CHAPTER FOUR
Mike Abramson was all of five feet seven inches in height. But he weighed in at two hundred and eighty five. He had brilliant-red hair topping a truly porcine face. When he walked, he seemed to waddle from side to side. And he smelled from oil, lint, and sweat. He was grunting something to his brother, Danny Abramson. Danny was six feet two inches tall, and was as handsome as Mike was ugly. The two brothers ran the undergarment-and-lingerie shop where Gail had applied for a job. The shop was on the tenth floor of a rat-infested building in the heart of the garment center. The rear of the shop was where a hundred girls sat at machines and put together the garments cut from the material laid out on the cutting table. Up front, there were two smaller offices. The larger of the two was the showroom, where clients were brought to see the finished products created by the Abramson brothers. Fancy panties, half-slips, nightgowns, and shortie pajamas hung all over the neon-lit walls.
The smaller room, the room where Gail was standing with the two brothers, was the room where the secretary normally worked. There were two desks there, one for a secretary, and one for whichever of the brothers happened to be in the office at the time. A large window would have let in a lot of sunshine, had it not been so grimy.
"Okay," Danny, the tall, handsome, slender brother said to her. "We'll give you a try. You do all the secretarial work, call all the overdue accounts, some light bookkeeping, and most important of all, when we have clients, you'll be asked to model some of our products. We'll start you at a hundred and thirty five a week, with bonuses. Okay?"
Gail, who needed work badly, nodded and said, "Okay."
"You start right now,' Danny told her. "Take the secretary's desk against the far wall. We'll leave the company checkbook with you, and a list of bills to be paid. Make out the checks, and either I or my brother will sign them. During the day, I go out from nine until one, seeing customers and selling. Mike works in the back with the girls. Then I come in and help until closing time, at six. You can go home at five if you want, but if you stay the extra hour, it'll mean an extra twenty-five dollars a week in your pay envelope."
"Fine," Gail nodded, her beautiful face lit up at the prospect of finally finding work. Now she wouldn't have to draw on her inheritance. Maybe, after a while, she would be totally self-sustaining.
Moving to the indicated desk, she sat and began working. She found more than sixty bills in need of payment, many of which were overdue. She also noticed the checking account had twenty thousand dollars in it, and she wished she could have a checking account with that kind of money.
For the next three hours she made out checks, put them in window envelopes after typing the addresses on white pieces of paper and slipping them into the windows, noting the amount paid on each slip of paper. She kept a careful record of the amount of money paid out, but by noon, she noticed she had used more than nineteen thousand dollars with more than a dozen bills remaining. But at least these were current bills and not overdue.
At twelve-fifteen, she went out for lunch, and returned by twelve-forty-five. Mike Abramson was in the office with two dark, sweaty, pudgy men dressed in dark business suits.
"Hey ... uhhhh ... what's your name?" he grunted, stomping out his fortieth cigarette of the day.
"Gail," she replied. "Gail Warren."
"Yeah, well, Gail, we got a couple of customers here, and they'd Ike to get a good look at our new baby-doll pajama line. You go into the showroom, behind the screen, where you'll find three different sets of baby dolls. You strip down completely, because they gotta see how the pajamas look without you showing off any imagine underwear. Then you put on the first pair of baby dolls and come on out. Got it?"
"Okay," Gail nodded.
She went into the showroom, stepped behind the screen, and totally undressed. Then she slipped into the first pair of baby dolls. They were pink, frilly around the edges, and almost see-through. As she finished buttoning the baby-doll top, she heard the customers being ushered into the showroom by Mike Abramson.
Stepping out from behind the screen, she approached the three seated men. Not really knowing what to do, she walked back and forth in front of them, turning around a couple of times.
One of the customers grunted and beckoned her over. For a moment she thought he was going to get fresh when he reached out his hand, but she saw him touch the frilly lace, feeling the quality of it, and nodding.
"Fairly good stuff," he assented.
"That's the best lace for the money," Mike insisted, his gravelly voice carrying over those of the other two men.
Returning behind the screen, Gail changed into the next pair of baby dolls, noting they were even more see-through. When she appeared in front of the men, she felt shy and embarrassed, and was relieved to note they were looking at the garment and not at her.
The third pair was the sheerest, with just a frill covering each of her nipples, and a patch over her mons veneris. The men looked, nodded their approval, and Mike told Gail to get a pad and pencil. She hurried into the outer office, got the pad and pencil, and returned.
"Write down what these men say," Mike ordered, standing near her, ostensibly watching what she was writing. But she could feel his ham-like hand cupping her buttocks. She didn't dare make an outburst in front of the customers. They would walk out without giving Mike an order, and he would fire her. If he got his jollies from feeling her ass, then let him.
"Four-hundred dozen of 9990," the first man said. "Equal amounts of red, green, blue, and purple."
"Three-hundred dozen of 9991, and three-hundred dozen of 9992, both with the same color assortments. And make sure you use the good lace."
"Don't worry," Mike grunted, applying a little more pressure to Gail's ass. He was actually rubbing it now, and she felt a strange heat shooting through her, a thrilling heat, in spite of not being attracted to the man.
"Okay, I'll walk with you guys to the elevator," he grunted, finally letting go of her butt. Gail felt relieved.
Gail was about to go behind the screen and change into her own clothes when the elvator came up, and Danny Abramson stepped out. He had a box of samples with him, and he looked tired. On seeing Gail, standing in the showroom doorway, wearing nothing but sheer baby-doll pajamas, he smiled, put the sample box on the nearby desk, and walked into the showroom.
"Hey," he told her, "you have one terrific bod."
Gail, already aroused from feeling Danny's brother caress her butt, felt even more aroused seeing the way Danny was staring at her. He had light freckles that she hadn't noticed before. Here, in the neon-lit room, she could see everything clearly. When she started to walk to the screen, Danny took her hand gently, and said, "Don't go."
"But I have work," she objected.
"It'll keep," he told her, pulling her toward him as he reached behind and locked the showroom door.
Gail was startled by this sudden act, but made no move to fend him off. God! After that disappointing orgasm last night, and now the touch of the other brother on her buttocks, she was in wild heat. Danny was pulling her body close to his, and then his lips were on hers, kissing her, and she felt a jolt electricity shoot down her spine. She stiffened for a moment, trying to make the pleasure fade out. God! She knew this was wrong and did her best to convince herself of it, but Danny was still pressing his body to hers, and she could feel the firmness of his torso through the sheer baby doll. She was totally confused by her thoughts and the wild sensations running through her body.
Gail was no fool. She could tell Danny was aroused and had been hot from the moment he'd seen her in the baby doll. He wanted to fuck her. Under normal circumstances she would have refused, and there was every possibility he would have backed off. It wasn't because he was a gentleman, but because he wouldn't want a commotion in the office. But feeling as she was, she didn't know what to do. She forced herself to concentrate on whether or not she was really ready to give this man her virginity.
Thrilling sensations shooting from her pelvis confused her all the more, keeping her from thinking clearly. Did she really want to surrender her maidenhead to this handsome mature man? She kept on asking herself the question as he continued kissing her, and taking time out between kisses to breathe hotly and heavily in her ear. His hands were all over her, and taking time out between kisses to breathe hotly and heavily in her ear. His hands were all over her, fondling all her intimate areas, and she felt herself being overcome by his touch, little by little. Her eighteen-year-old body was responding in spite of what she was thinking or attempting to think, and she finally realized trying to reason it out was hopeless. The hell with it! Her body was in dire need of satisfaction, and Danny's kisses and caresses promised her that satisfaction.
Danny, who had seduced more than a hundred girls in this very same office, and felt the girl half-heartedly attempt to reject him. Had her resistance been stronger, he would have backed off and waited for another time. But as he held her, he felt the resistance literally melt away and accepted her lack of resistance as acceptance. It never once occurred to him she had never been fucked before. Something as lovely and as beautiful as this had to have been propositioned by every male in her neighborhood. He simply could not accept the fact that she'd refused them all. After all, from the way she was behaving toward him, he could tell she was a girl with a low boiling point. Her entire manner seemed to invite caresses. Taking his face away from hers for the moment, he stared into her brown eyes.
"Gail," he whispered, "I want to fuck you. I'm giving you this one chance to refuse. If you don't reject me, I'm going to fuck you here and now."
"How?" Gail asked, herself totally breathless. "I mean, where? On the floor?"
He smiled, leaned over, and pressed a button on the side of the one overstuffed chair in the room. It suddenly sprang open into a single bed. His hands were shaking with excitement as he began undoing her baby-doll top.
Gail felt overwhelmed by it all, especially seeing the chair open into a bed. She had considered refusing him, but seeing the positiveness in his eyes, she realized she could no longer back down. There was a haunted, hungry look in his eyes, light-blue eyes, which seemed so mysterious. She wanted to know if there really was any mystery to this man. And the eagerness in his voice let her know he didn't want to fuck her merely for the sake of getting his rocks off. He wanted to fuck her for herself. The fact that he was her new employer was totally forgotten by her. She was interested in Danny the man, not Mr. Abramson her employer. There was something about his handsome face that made her want to trust him. She didn't resist his fingers undoing the buttons on the pajama top.
Danny hurriedly undid the widespread upper garment and eased it off her shoulders, kissing first the right shoulder, then the left. He carefully tossed the filmy garment onto a nearby table, staring at her full, white breasts with their light-tan nipples and large aureoles. His fingers traced the roundness of each breast in turn without touching the nipples. She shook at the tantalizing touch of his fingers as they sent ecstatic shivers through her. Her full round breasts stood up and "stared" right back at him, each nipple looking like the center of an eye. The large tan nipples accentuated the ripeness of her breasts, and she could hear him gasp at the sight of her. He was fast becoming overpowered with excitement, and his cock, already hard, now lurched in his pants, and the movement made Gail aware of the effect she was having on him.
He sat on the sprung-open bed, and she stood in front of him as he brought her body close to his face. He opened his mouth and sucked in her nipple, surrounding it with the tender softness of his lips.
"Ohhhh Goddddd!" Gail sighed as she felt-the experienced sensation of his sucking lips surround the tender point of her anxious breast. She knew there was no stopping him now. She had finally and irrevocably committed herself. Oh God! His mouth felt so wonderful on her body. And he was moving slowly, lightly caressing her with his fingers, treating her with the utmost delicacy, sure of himself at all times. The pleasure she was feeling from the pressuring of his lips was wonderful. He knew the sucking of her nipples was not an end in itself, but rather a wonderful means to an even more wonderful end, and so sucked them carefully, not becoming over-ambitious about biting her. Holding him close to her, Gail didn't feel alone for the first time since coming to the city. She forced the idea of parental disapproval from her mind, much less the disapproval of one Bill Barth. Her fingers ran through his red hair, gently pressing his face to her body.
Lord! His mouth felt so good, she knew she would do anything he wanted.
Danny was fast becoming aware of the power he would soon hold over this lovely girl. He wanted to bring her along slowly, because he had uses for her. Yes, she was perfect. She-would be another in the long line of women he had used to keep himself on top as the number-one lingerie manufacturer in the city.
At the moment he had only one thing in mind, and that was to fuck this luscious piece of ass. Her fingers moving through his hair, caressing the back of his head, teasing his neck, made him shiver. Oh she was going to be terrific. He had to feel the sheath of her tight cunt around the hardness of his cock. He would fuck into the deepest part of her pulsing desire.
His mouth closed lightly over her nipple again, sucking strongly, making her moan a bit more. At the same time he ran his left hand down the smooth expanse of flat belly toward her trembling pussy. The barrier of the pajama bottom was something he could no longer tolerate. It had to go. He got to his feet, pushed his fingers into her elastic waistband, and abruptly slid the frilly garment over the curved rotundities of her shapely young hips. The pajama bottom fell daintily down around her ankles. Before she could step out of them, Danny lifted her clear of them, holding her naked form in his arms for a moment before depositing her on the bed.
Her eyes looked up, imploring him to continue, and Danny smiled, knowing he had this tight little twat where he wanted her. She was his to use whichever way pleased him, and in this case it would be many ways. But for now, the most important thing was his own pleasure. Mike would understand the locked door. And he would smile, because his own turn would not be too long in coming.
She completely relaxed on the bed, letting him stare at her nakedness, basking in the heat of his glance. She had thought she might feel embarrassed when he looked at her, but she felt good, really good. It was as if she were revealing herself for the very first time to a man who truly understood her needs.
Danny lay down beside her, his mouth once again closing over each of her ripe nipples, in turn. His tongue washed the tan aureole of each breast, and the sensations she felt from the nerve-ends sent her mind spinning into a maddening orbit of passionate desire. Somehow, it seemed important, now that he'd looked at all of her, that he touch all of her. His fingers had to dip into the fount between her thighs and seek and find the hardening clitoris. She could feel the sensual extension wildly throbbing between her virginal lips. She spread her thighs apart as she once more felt his hand glide over the flat plane of her wonderful belly, moving toward the lush growth of light-brown hair on her pelvis.
Now that her pajama bottom was gone, Danny was free to trace her wonderful form, letting his fingers trail into her wet cunt. The tips of his fingers danced through the silkiness of her thick pubic hair. The touch was, as far as he was concerned, an invitation to the pleasures of unlimited delight offered by her youthful body. He felt the narrow slit formed by the thick, pouting lips of her vagina, and he carefully worked his middle finger between the soft, wet folds in search of her swollen, aching nubbin of desire.
Gail felt an all-consuming electric sensation run through her tender body when his probing finger suddenly touched her anxious clitoris. For a brief moment she was ready to panic, realizing this was no game. This was for keeps. Her maidenly membrane would shortly be lost forever. But her entire self was becoming more and more aroused by the insistent massaging of her tender clitoris, and she could feel moisture bubbling between the soft, delicate lips of her feminine bog. She felt as if torches had been lit in her vagina, and though each burned with a small flame, which combined with the other torches there was a bonfire raging inside. Danny continued giving his pleasurable titillation. Gail had never felt such intense gratification, and she felt as if her entire body was about to be totally taken over. Any doubts or fears she might have had earlier now left her. She no longer considered Danny something human, with feelings and needs of his own. As far as she was concerned, the man touching her vagina was merely an instrument of pleasure to be used by her for her personal enjoyment. She felt completely overwhelmed by the deep thrills shooting through her.
Danny, running his finger through her seething pussy, felt the heavy, sticky moisture coming from inside her body. God! It was becoming too much. He had to fuck her!
Getting to his feet, he began pulling off his own clothing, leaving everything in a pile on the floor. His heavy cock was pulsating with the need for burial in a vagina, so he tugged his pants off first, wanting to free his throbbing member from its aching confinement. As he stared at the velvety hair covering Gail's pelvis, his cock kept getting larger. Christ! He had never seen pubic hair like hers. Most pussy hair was thin, wiry, and unpleasant-looking, at best. But hers was thick, lush, and though curly, it wasn't kinky. It was short, and he could see her pink pussylips underneath. For all its lushness it didn't hide the beauty of her cunt. Drops of vaginal fluid clung to some of the strands of hair.
Gail remained unmoving, her eyes locked on his groin. He still had his shorts on for the moment, and she was waiting for the unveiling. She stared through half-closed eyes, breathless, waiting to see his cock, curious how it would compare to Bill's. Then, as the penis sprang free of his undershorts, she almost recoiled. God! It was every bit as big as Bill's, and almost as thick. Somehow she hadn't expected to see it quite as long or as thick. Her mind had accepted the fact that Bill's was a superior cock. She had really thought this one would be more like her dildo. Now, head to head with the erect penis of Danny Abramson's cock, she found herself transfixed by the sight of it. She studied the thick, fleshy prong with great care. This was to be the weapon that would make a woman of her. The smooth, rubbery head at the tip looked just like Bill's, except it was red instead of purple. Heavy, pulsing, the dilated slit in the tip was already releasing the colorless juices of oil which were running all over the head. God! That red top looked like a helmet sitting on top of his column of stiff flesh. The heavy cock protruded powerfully from beneath the bush of rich red hair on his pelvis. The idea of having that immense log rammed all the way into her fascinated her, yet it also frightened her a little. Her stomach was trembling with desire, knowing her cunt would soon be stretched wide by the thick log of his cock. God! The thrills made perspiration break out all over her. She could barely wait to have him fill her with that marvelous erection. Poor, dumb Bill. To think he could have been the one. Well at least she had a man who really knew how to use his instrument.
"Do you think all that will fit inside me?" Gail asked. She was breathing more heavily now, but the curiosity in her voice sounded real, and it reached Danny.
Totally naked now, he stood over her, a colossus with a colossal cock, and lust filled his every pore. Hearing her question, it finally dawned on him he might, indeed, be dealing with a virgin. The idea of being the first cock to plumb her depths made him feel all the more excited. So he smiled and said, "There's really only one way to find out, isn't there?"
Danny was no longer in the mood to talk. Lying beside her naked body, he let his hands run up and down the length of her body, caressing every part of her, lightly touching each and every erogenous zone, titillating her and tantalizing her all over. She lay there, rolling from side to side, enjoying everything he was doing, mentally cursing Bill for not having the strength to do things like this to her.
She thrilled to his fingers for more than five minutes, and when he paused for a moment, she wondered what was coming. She didn't have long to wait to find out. He moved his face lower, kissing the flatness of her belly, licking into her dimpled navel, making her shudder with overpowering ecstasy. His hands slid under her knees, pushing them wide apart, then pressing them back. Her completely open pussy to his licentious eyes first made her feel a little embarrassed. She'd never seen such a wolfish look on a man's face before.
She could feel the blood rushing to her face as she furiously blushed. Not that Danny noticed. He was too busy concentrating on the rich pink beneath the light-brown hair on her pelvis. She watched his face move feminine sanctuary. His body pressed against hers, and her foot could feel the mighty column of cock extending from his pubis. She closed her eyes, still seeing it in her mind as his tongue slid across the flat of her belly, through the rich, light-brown hair, then slid between the soft folds of her outer labia, pressing against the curlicues of her tightly compressed inner labia.
The overpowering touch of his tongue on her clitoris was like a brick building collapsing on her all at once. It was the most vivid thing she would ever remember, feeling the squiggly oral digit make contact with her ultra-sensitive nubbin. Her entire body jumped and almost fell off the bed. Had his hands not been pressing down on the undersides of her knees, holding her in place, she would have tumbled off the mattress. Her tender vagina was burning with more pleasure than she'd ever previously felt or imagined could be felt. She bit her lips, keeping back the sounds trying to push out of her throat. She feared any noise coming from her might be misinterpreted as pain by Danny, and he might stop what he was doing. But as his lips pressed into the virgin folds of her inner cunt lips, an involuntary moan of gasping surprise suddenly erupted from her. Her own cry startled her, making her clamp her mouth shut so she wouldn't make any more sounds. She didn't want Danny disturbed, feeling the marvelous sensations he was giving her. She could feel the edges of his teeth rolling around the outside of her clitoris, creating a heretofore unknown delight. Oh God! How could there be so many wonderful pleasures in this world without her being aware of them?
Her mind had totally surrendered itself to the wonderful pleasures blistering their way through her body. The warm, wet tongue licking up and down through her labial separation made her writhe even more strongly than before. She had no idea how long his tongue worked against the seeping crack while his teeth every now and again nibbled her tender clitoris. Time began losing all meaning. All that really mattered was his continuing to push his tongue into the seething depths of her sodden cunt. His tongue, which had been wide and flat all this time, now semed to make itself narrow as it unrolled itself to much greater length, sinking its probing tip into the slick, flaming temple of her blistering vaginal corridor. He could feel the tightness of her inner cuntal walls compress around his probing tongue, sending sparkling thrills of delightful effervescence bubbling through her naked torso.
"Oooooooowwwwwwwww!" Gail sighed, no longer able to remain silent, her voice whining in response to the way his passion-building tongue worked into her.
The air in her lungs felt forced out, as if a great weight had come crashing down on her body. Lightning seemed to flare through her belly, sending a rippling thrill all the way up to her brain, moving back down to the flame in her aching womb. The pressure grew stronger and brighter as his licking tongue worked more furiously inside her, the wet digit sliding deeper and deeper into her virginal pit. She used her own hands to pull her thighs wide apart, attempting to give his lancing tongue even greater access to the love-starved depths of her tender nookie. His tongue slid in and out with a maddening cadence, and she found herself writhing her buttocks against the mattress with such force, she thought her ass-cheeks might literally drill a hole through the sheets. She wound her slender fingers in his short red hair, clutching tightly to his head, pressing it against her liquid-drooling cunt as his oral digit moved in and out of her lust-filled channel. God! God! She wished she could live the rest of her life this way, enjoying what he was doing to her. She wanted the thrills to continue, but Danny's licking into her passionate pit of tender sensation suddenly came to an almost shocking halt. He seemed unable to contain his own body. He raised his head from the spit-and-lust-inflamed pair of pussylips and stared at how much redder it had become as a result of his tongue moving in and out of her.
Gail raised her girlish hips toward his open mouth, writhing her buttocks circularly, hoping for more of his lingual attacks, but he was ignoring her needs. Once again he applied pressure behind her knees with his hands, exposing all of her burning passion pit to the cool air. He moved up on the mattress, still keeping her thighs wide apart and back, letting his knees touch her buns as he pressed the hot, throbbing red knob of his cock against the tender slit where his tongue had so recently scooped out her luscious juices.
Gail, whose head was still slightly raised against the back of what had been a chair, was able to see what Danny was doing, and her heartbeat began quickening even more. She stared at the way the massive cock was hovering against her wide-open virginal cunt tunnel. Looking at it from this angle, comparing its thickness with the narrowness of her vaginal entryway, it seemed monstrous, and she couldn't repress a shudder, thinking how it would surely tear her apart. It was a huge doric column of tinted marble preparing to rip its way through her tender tightness, plunging into her young belly. The rounded knob made it look like a battering ram of fire. The gigantic, enlarged, helmet-like tip seemed to be expanding and contracting with insane pulsations as more and more drops of oil seeped from its throbbing tip. Now, for the first time she realized how helpless she was, lying here, wide open and naked, feeling the cool air whistle through the heated cavern of her slick pussy. Her own leaking oil tickled her as it seeped its way down the widespread cheeks of her buttocks.
Danny pushed her thighs back even more as he brought his own hips forward. She felt his thick cock-head finally making contact with her tender inner lips of her aching cunt, and then it slid up a little so the entire length of his pulsing prick seemed surrounded by her outer labia.
Danny began rocking his hips forward and back, parting the soft tenderness of her light-brown pubic hair, stroking her open cunt with the steel-hard length of his throbbing cock. He was still half-kneeling down between her white, widespread thighs, and Gail couldn't take her eyes from the rich red dome of his pulsing prick as it teasingly moved along the length of her tender slit. Her terror at possibly being ripped apart inside was slowly being overcome by her desire to have the pulsing dong shoved into her. She recalled how wonderful it had been to have three inches of dildo inside her, and she was certain this live, hot cock, with the fire inside it, would feel even better.
Danny, who had sensed her fear, put her entirely at her ease by letting his throbbing cock-head slide back and forth through her feminine wound without attempting to penetrate it. She proved he had behaved wisely by gasping to him, "Please, please, don't tease me any longer. Do it. Put it into me."
The red-haired employer was relishing every moment of what was happening between them. Taking his own time, doing it in his own way,would not only make it better for her, but would make it infinitely more enjoyable for him, as well. He could feel the way she was shivering, and despite her need to feel his cock in her heated cunny, he knew she was still anticipating something frightful. Her helpless position had him burning with arousal, making him even more excited. It had been a long, long time since he'd had a morsel this delicious. God! She was stunning in every way. He would really be able to make use of her. But he wanted her completely under his domination, so he asked in a soft, quiet voice, "Just what is it you want me to do, Gail?"
"You know," she sighed, writhing beneath him. "You know. Do it, do it!"
Gail had not expected him to want her to say anything. Fucking was fucking, and words didn't make it that much better. But if it pleased him to hear her say the words, she would be happy to do so. Her heated cunt was aching with desire to feel a real cock inside, and the tender, delicate stroking of his cock through her pink slit seemed to make it all the more urgent.
"Fuck me!" she begged. "Fuck me now," she gasped through gritted teeth as she felt the easing cock slide back and forth.
"Tell me what you want me to fuck you with, and just where it is you want to be fucked," he insisted, enjoying her subservience.
He moved his hips forward a bit, sliding his cock through her slick crevice as if emphasizing his demand.
Why not! Gail thought. If it'll get his cock into my cunt. She wondered if she would have to do this every time she wanted a man to fuck her.
"Fuck me with your cock," she said aloud. "Fuck that hard, thick, wonderful cock into my tight cunt. Please fuck that sweet prick of yours into my pussy."
"More," he insisted. "Tell me more."
"Shove that hard dick of yours into my aching twat, please, please, fuck my cunt right now. Fuck it!"
Her lascivious words throbbed in Danny's brain like a wicked jolt to his groin. But it was so wonderfully wicked. He could no longer hold back. Leaning forward, hovering over her sweet, tender, delicate form, he began throwing his hips forward and pressing the heavy, knobby head of his pulsating cock into the tender folds of her moistly burning cunt. His weight was on his palms, each of which was on either side of her head. He looked into her innocent brown eyes, and said, "You put it in. Take hold of my cock and stuff it into your cunt."
Gail suddenly realized he was even more aroused than she, and she understood it was the sight and touch of her naked body doing this to him. All this reassured her she was definitely as attractive as she'd hoped. Submitting to his desires, she reached down between their bodies, wrapping her hand around the solid, steely rod of cock. She swore she could feel the swirling blood in it, filling the millions of tiny sacs keeping it hard. It felt just as thrilling as when she had touched Bill's cock, but she could sense this was not a reluctant prick. This one was anxious for her to continue. There was no resistance in the body attached to this cock.
Writhing her hips under the weight of his body, she began trying to position the solid elastic head against the tight entrance to her seething vagina, as she had aimed the dildo, the previous night. She worked it from side to side, doing her best to open her inner vaginal lips. Finally, she got the penis inside, then slowly rubbed it around, hoping to use the dome to stretch the walls within before he got down to business. But Danny wasn't waiting any longer. He cocked his hips; then thrust forward, hard. And Gail suddenly knew the real meaning of pain.
"Aaaaannnnnngggghhhhh!" she gasped. "Oh Godd-dd! Wait! Wait! Wait!" she wailed as Danny crammed hard against her tightly resisting pussy.
Oh Christ! She had known there would be some pain. The dildo, which had not nearly the breadth of this particular cock, had hurt when it began to be pushed in. But this, being so much broader, was really causing pain. She thought her internal tissues and membranes would be shredded into useless bits of flesh and blood as he steadily increased the force of his thrust, applying more and more strength with each lunge. The agony in her aching twat increased as her tight vagina did its best to continue resisting the blunted force of his driving cock. And then it was touching her hymen.
Ohhhh Godddddd! No, no, no, no! she thought to herself.
She felt the heavy cock continuing to push as it slowly began stretching the slender tissue thread.
"Yaaaagggghhhhhh! Aaaaarrrrggghhhh!" Gail screamed in violent anguish as agonized pain continued tearing through her tender body. She screamed for him to stop, to have pity on her, but the insistent force of his throbbing cock continued moving inside her fiery passage, sending more messages of pain to her already confused brain. Even when the hymen finally snapped, the intense hurt remained with her for a few moments. She didn't even realize it had given way. Gail writhed, doing her best to fight off the anguish and the agony. Her fingers were still wrapped around the base of the instrument causing her so much anguish, and realizing it, she tightened her grip on it, hoping to keep him steady while she writhed her buttocks out from beneath him.
Good God! she thought to herself, realizing only slightly more than three inches had penetrated her cunt. How much more anguish would there be if he managed to sock the entire length into her. Her body began uncontrollably trembling, realizing he intended lancing that cock into her and causing her that much more pain. She wanted to push him off, and she released his cock in order to use both hands to shove at his chest. And that was when Danny rammed forward with all his strength.
"Yaaahhhhh! N-o-o-o-o-o-o-o..." she screamed, feeling the blood-swollen column sink deeper into her crushing, tight, vaginal passage, expanding the breadth of her tunnel, making it fit around his throbbing pillar. With slow, determined positiveness he rammed his thick, long phallus even deeper into her pained vaginal hallway. Now she realized her hymen was gone and the intense agony was not quite as strong. Even so, her body remained tense, afraid she would feel another streak of mindless pain shooting through her. At this point she wondered if she woud really be able to survive what was happening to her, feeling the monolith work its way deeper and deeper into her tight, clasping, feminine sanctum. Her vaginal walls did their best to stop his entry, compressing even more tightly, hoping he wouldn't be able to continue going any deeper. But as he continued plunging his stolid cock into her fiery depths, Gail realized resistance on her part was hopeless. She finally relaxed, deciding the sooner he killed her, the sooner the pain would end. And then the heavy whang sank its last little bit into her steaming depths.
"Aaaaannnnngggghhhhaaaarrrrgggghhhh!"
The total stoppering of her tender cunt made her scream, but this time it was more from surprise than pain or fear, she lay there, frozen, totally the force with which Danny's pelvis had smashed into hers. He had plugged into her with no restraint whatsoever, his pubic hair rubbing against the soft, tender scalloped shape of her inner labia. She felt the thick dong pulsate inside her, jerking and twitching beyond any control, shuddering because of the glove-tight fit of her simmering cunt around his throbbing cock. She felt the sperm-filled balls thwack against her perineum and ass-hole, and thought his cock had swollen so much inside her, it would burst at any moment.
Gail moaned, feeling the way the mighty spear filled her aching tunnel, crammed all the way in to her cervix. she felt as if she were limply dangling from a shish-kebab skewer, her eyes tightly closed, afraid to open for fear there would be more pain. But as she lay there, she realized all that was happening was the subsiding of the pains she was already feeling. The slow, heavy jerking of his throbbing cock filled her with shivers, but she realized these shivers were something apart from the horror she had suffered. These were the old, delightful shivers she had felt prior to the agony.
Little by little she felt the sensitive parts of her body sending more and more messages of pleasure to her terrified brain. The hair on Danny's chest was rubbing delectably against the swollen nipples of her solid, heavy breasts; and his warm breath was flowing over the strained muscles in her neck. She wondered why he was simply lying there, letting his throbbing cock continue to marinate in her vaginal juices, and then she realized her hands had reached out and were clutching his ass cheeks tightly, forcing him to keep his throbbing meat stuffed inside.
Opening her eyes, she turned her head and looked down the length of their linked bodies. Her thighs were wide open, away from her body, and she could see his hairy pelvis pressed into hers, his red hairs intermingling with her brown hairs. The sight of it made her feel all the more excited, and she realized how much of a tingle was starting to work its way through her. The pain was fading quickly now, never to return, and behind it, waiting to be feltr was the growing, mounting pleasure she had been seeking.
Now the long, thick rod was flexing inside her cunt, and she gasped an "Ooooohhhh!" And this time he was able to recognize the sound as passion instead of agony. The flame of lust, still burning in the pit of her cunt, was beginning to enlarge now. The raw, tingling sensations emanating from the depths of her throbbing pussy were building quickly, reminding her just why she had allowed Danny to fuck her in the first place.
Her thighs were still wide apart, and her knees were still drawn back, allowing her to arch her hips against the tingling red brillo covering his pelvis, feeling the way it tickled the entire length of her outer vaginal lips. Now that he was sure she would not scream any longer or try to pull away, Danny slowly began withdrawing his cock from inside her. Gail automatically responded by raising her hips, not wanting the cock to get away. But Danny was only pulling back so he could ram forward again. His throbbing cock withdrew until only the head was inside, then he remained that way for a moment, letting her cunt realize how much it missed his throbbing cock. He laughed internally, watching Gail vainly humping her ass up off the bed, attempting to force his swollen rod into her steaming confines again.
"Down, girl," he told her, forcing her back on the bed.
Slowly, carefully, deliberately, he wormed his mighty auger back into her seething tunnel, parting her vaginal walls, sliding into her tight, never-before-used cuntal passage, feeling the way her tissues folded themselves over and around his obtruding member. All the nerve-endings inside seemed to be touched by his moving prong, and the thrills were transmitted to her brain. Her body clung to every wonderful moment of the in-stroke, sensations of total delight completely replacing any pain she might have felt, before. This time she eagerly awaited the twin counterweights of his balls slapping against her ass-cheeks as he totally filled her again. Ohhhhh yessss! This was just what she had been waiting for. Jesus! It felt far better than she had ever dreamed, and after her having used the dildo, she had been certain she might be able to anticipate just how this might feel. She flexed the muscles in her thighs in an attempt to open them wider, but they were as far apart as she could get them without tearing muscles. The circular twitching of his throbbing pecker in her tight vagina made her realize no matter how hard he thrust, he just wouldn't be able to sink it any farther into her. But the pressure of his rubbery cock-head against her cervix made her understand there was no need to sink it any deeper.
Once more Danny's throbbing meat retreated, only to return a bit faster this time, enhancing the thrill by making it pour over her before the previous one had dissipated. He was ramming solidly into her juicing depths, the heaviness of his testicles delectably whacking against her ass-hole, making her writhe.
"Ummmmm!" Gail sighed, feeling wicked sensations tingling up and down her aching spine. The feel of his balls against her ass-hole was wonderful. She swore she could feel the boiling seed inside them, throbbing madly with the desire to be released.
The agony of his first entry, deflowering her, had completely faded from her brain in the face of the wonderful thrills now shooting through her. All she wanted was to feel his cock being hammered into her again. Her starving cunt ached to be filled with his meat, and with the white gravy that meat would eventually offer.
"Ohhhhh yesssss, do it, Danny. Fuck me! Fuck me good!" she gasped rhythmically, in time to the way he was fucking into her. She thrilled to the way he was sawing in and out, in and out, in and out. The steady rhythm stroked her internal passage, making her seething vagina that much more liqueous. The pounding motions of his throbbing cock sent ladders of wonderful delight running through her as the intensity of her pleasure increased. She was able to pick up the tempo herself, and now she began responding, humping her ass up and down in time to his thrusts, arching her wonderful hips up as he nailed his cock down, then retreating into the mattress as he lifted the length of his throbbing prick from inside her. It was everything Gail had ever hoped for, and more. Her mind remained locked on the wonderful pleasures shooting through her body, enhanced by each thrust of the weighty cock, whether forward or back. She was totally unaware this was the beginning of a long, erotic journey for her, and when she completed it, she would be a much wiser woman, but she would also be a much sadder one.
The flames in her aching cunt became more and more intense. She felt Danny's cock seemingly enlarge with each of his maddening thrusts. His long, soaking-wet cock pumped in and out with faster movement and greater ease as her cunt accustomed itself to his breadth. Even so, her cuntal walls clung to his moving peter, squeezing and crushing as much of the length of his cock inside her, stirring her to even greater heights of ecstasy.
The beat began increasing with each wild lunge, and there seemed to be a newer, more powerful urgency of passion, and it became a guiding force as his throbbing plunger sank into the sucking depths of her aching womb. Their pubic hairs matted so tightly together, each time their pelvises separated, she had more red hairs on her cunt, and he had light-brown strands intermingled in his red bush.
Gail now had all her senses concentrating inside her vagina, feeling the way his piston moved back and forth through the delicate walls of her pussy. The delight of the reaming prick seemed to send electrical messages through her nerve-endings to every part of her aching body. The frantic, anguished rolling motions of their bodies fucking on the bed caused the entire universe to become part and parcel of what they were doing. She felt as if her body was being drawn up into his hard, fleshy cock ... as if she were being sucked into that tiny hole in his slit where she would soon mingle with the little sperm cells she had hoped to feel shooting into her. No, no, she wouldn't let it happen. Before her soul was consumed by his cock, she would squeeze that fleshy baton and milk it of all the seed inside. She sank her heels into the bed, flexing her thighs as she began wildly pumping, feeling her tight cunt suck at that wonderful spearing staff as it ran up into her heated vagina.
No longer able to resist any feeling of delight, Gail suddenly realized a new sensation was making itself felt in her body. It was running up and down her shaken spine, and through the haze of fucking, she tried identifying what was happening. She realized Danny was pressing a forefinger into her anus, or trying to, at any rate. She wriggled, feeling the finger move with her, searching, seeking, finally finding what it was seeking. Then the fingertip began pushing into her tight ass-hole, forcing its way past her resisting sphincter. She should have felt pain from the finger, because it was the first time a finger had ever been in there, but if there was pain, it was totally covered by the pleasure she felt. If anything, she felt even more pleasure. The invasion of another rictus made her tremble with delight. It felt so damned good she began bucking wildly against the two lasciviously skewering instruments, wanting to explode with climaxing delight.
The dome of the throbbing cock inside her seething pussy was blowing up to unbelievable proportions, and her belly began jerking spasmodically, totally out of control. She realized the massive column was about to shoot out the hot seed stored in his aching balls, and the increasing jerks in her belly seemed to react to it. She was certain her entire interior would shortly erupt in a volcanic blast totally beyond her control. Now the gigantic prong sank all the way into her tight cunt, totally filling the tender passageway. The swelling cock was a definite signal, letting her know to prepare for the magic of his sperm shooting into her, and when the first heated blast of gushing liquid moved up the inner length of his throbbing cock, it came bursting out into Gail's pulsating nookie as Danny bellowed a loud, "EEEYYYAAARRRAAAGGGHHH!"
Danny felt the jism geyser out of him as it hadn't in a long, long time. This was one spectacular chick, all right. She would really make business better.
"More," Gail was gasping. "Shoot more, more, more. I want more of that heated glue inside me. Please, please, please...."
Her screams, though drowned out by his bellow, continued in time to the blobs of spend being shot into her body, mixing with the frothing lubrication in her own tunnel. She shoved as hard as she could with her own hips, realizing she wasn't far from her own satisfaction, if only Danny's cock could stay hard long enough. She rammed her delectable hips up from the mattress as hard as she could, keeping the throbbing cock locked inside her sucking tunnel. Every twitching drop of semen coming from the enlarged head of his throbbing cock seemed to build her body to greater heights of delightful pleasure, and now the climax for which she had been waiting so long descended on her with the weight of a bull elephant.
"YEEEAAAGGGHHHAAAGGGHHH!" she screamed, and her vagina began contracting and erupting, shooting gouts of pussy oil out from around the throbbing cock filling her.
"UUUNNNGGGHHH!" Danny gasped, feeling the crushing clutch of her cunt.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!" she insisted, feeling him pound into her as hard as he was able, though by now his cock was starting to shrink.
He fucked as long and as hard as he could, but his limp whang finally fell out of her.
They lay together on the mattress for a long time, Danny clutching the seemingly fragile girl to him.
"You were wonderful," he murmured.
"God! I've never known anyone like you," she gasped back.
"I'm not that great," Danny lied.
"Hey, don't tell me. I know how you can perform."
"Compared to my brother Mike, I'm nothing," Danny told her. "Don't let his looks fool you. Just because he's a little on the chubby side doesn't mean a thing. We once went to Acapulco and picked us up a couple of chicks. We shared the same hotel room. After my girl had worn me out, Mike was still going on his girl. Not only did he tire her out, but then took on my girl and used her up, as well. And both girls had nothing but smiles on their faces. God! I think if he were to fuck a female cadaver he'd bring it back to life."
"I'd still prefer you," Gail told him.
"Sure," Danny nodded. "By the way, did you fill out the form we left you?" he asked.
"Oh, you mean the one wanting to know the names and addresses of references, including parents and relatives?"
"Yeah."
"I filled it out and left it on the other desk."
"Good. Good. Okay, we both have to get back to work."
"Will we be doing this again?" Gail asked, as she got to her feet and began dressing.
"From time to time," Danny nodded, smiling.
You'll be doing a lot more fucking than you think, he thought as he began dressing himself.
He waited until Gail had gone into the office before he finished dressing, then, after putting on his clothes, he walked over to a small mirror supposedly pasted to the wall. Touching something, he released a catch, and the mirror was revealed to be hinged. Not only that, but when it swung away, it was revealed to be a two-way mirror. And on the other side of the mirror, hidden in a dark recess, was a small videotape camera. The opening of the chair into the single bed had triggered it off. It had recorded the entire happening in the room on videotape.
Danny removed the reel of tape from the camera and took it with him to the back of the shop. In the shipping department, where he and Mike worked alone every afternoon, they had a video playback system hidden away. It was hidden away because too many people, like the men who ran the freight elevators, had the itchy desire to "borrow" things not belonging to them. Taking out the playback system, Danny threaded the tape onto it, and he and Mike had a look at Danny's latest performance.
"God! She's gorgeous," Mike said, his tongue hanging out.
"You'll get your shot at her," Danny assured him. "I've already put in a plug for you."
"Yeah? How'd it go?"
"She's still a little cool, but give her a bit of time. She'll come around."
"Yeah, and she'll be good for the customers, too."
"She'll be great for the customers," Danny amended. "She's a natural when it comes to fucking, and I'll bet she can use her mouth and her ass just as well. Notice, right about here," he pointed at the picture on the monitor screen, "I pushed a finger into her ass to see how she would react. She was terrific. She loved it. Yeah, I think we got ourselves one terrific little girl."
"Yeah, well ever since Betty ran off and got married, we've needed a replacement," Mike reminded him.
"Gail is perfect," Danny nodded. "Leave her alone for the rest of the day, and make a couple of copies of this tape. It never hurts to have a couple of spares. The good thing about it is, it shows nobody forced her to do anything. She agreed, of her own free will."
"Tomorrow we start using her?" Mike asked.
"I think so. Isak Blass, from Panama, is in town. He always orders big, and he-likes nookie, but he hasn't the guts to pick something up by himself. If we send Gail to his hotel room tomorrow noon, I think we can be assured of one hell of a big order."
"Ummmhhh!" Mike grunted.
"From what Betty used to tell me, Blass is a bit of an animal. After a good go-around with him, she ought to be more than glad for anything you might be able to do for her."
"Yeah," Mike nodded. "I was thinking the same thing."
"Okay," Danny said, putting away the playback unit. "We have orders to pack. After we're finished, you get to work on the tape copies."
"Right," Mike agreed, a big smile on his porcine face.
CHAPTER FIVE
"Hey, you were out kind of late last night," Gail said to Judy. "You keep this up and I'll ship you home right now."
"Oh come on, sis," Judy smiled. "I wasn't doing anything. All I did was go to the amusement center across the bridge. It was fun."
"Okay, but stay away from those guys. They're not like the boys from our village. They're a bunch of wild animals. They'd as soon rape you as look at you."
"How was the new job?" Judy asked.
"It's all right. Two men run the office, actually a factory. I do all the office work for them. They're brothers. The Abramson brothers. They're listed in the white pages."
"Nice-looking guys?"
"Well one of them is tall, slender, and really handsome. The other one is short, squat, and kind of looks like an overgrown toad."
"Yucchhh!" Judy said.
"But even he's not been too bad."
"Bet he tried getting fresh, huh?"
"Which one?"
"Both of them."
"Well the fat brother did put his hand on my behind while I was modeling some pajamas, but he didn't try anything else."
"Yeah, well watch out for him," Judy warned. "Sooner or later he'll get cute with you."
"His brother says he's a real ladies' man."
"And you believe him?"
"I don't see what reason Danny, Mr. Abramson, has to lie."
"Danny already? Wow! You're doing all right."
"I'll be home around six-thirty," Gail said, smoothing out her tan blouse and brown skirt. "Think you can have supper ready?"
"Sure. Gee, I wish I didn't have to go back home on Sunday."
"I stayed there until I was eighteen. You can at least do the same, Judy. Mom and Dad aren't as bad as you make them out to be. What you need is a bit of disciplining. From now on, if you want to feel around with boys, do it where the folks can't find you."
"Hey, can I bring them here, to your apartment?"
"No," Gail sang at her. "You can't. Before you know it you'll be up to your cunt in cock. Now I have to go. You behave."
Taking a green cloth coat from the front hall closet, Gail smiled at her sister, and left. Now that she had taken care of most of the bills, she had to see about the money owing the Abramson brothers. She'd noticed certain bills were more than two months past due.
Taking the bus downtown, she rode for fifteen minutes, then, using a transfer, took another bus across town. When she got off, she walked a half-block, found the building with no trouble, and rode up to the tenth floor. When she entered the factory, she could hear the machines, through the far door, buzzing like mad. Fortunately there was a small radio there and it drowned out the sound of the sewing machines once she turned it on.
For the next three hours she sent out overdue notices to more than four-dozen companies owing money to the Abramson Brothers factory. At noon, she was about to go out to lunch, when Mike Abramson, who had been in the factory, waddled into the office.
"Hi," he grunted in his gravelly voice. "I got a job for you. I want you to make a delivery."
Gail watched his eyes wander up and down her body, and she shivered. He looked like a hungry boar ready to charge.
Mike handed her a small sample box with the address of a hotel uptown. It was the Tarelton. Gail put on her coat, took the box, and left. Mike had given her ten dollars for cabfare, so she hailed a taxi at the nearby corner, and gave the driver the address.
Ten minutes later, she was getting out of the cab. Going inside, she went to the elevator and went directly to the seventh floor. There, she got off and went looking for room 708. Finding it, she knocked at the door, and when the door opened, she found herself facing a suave, short, Latin American. He smiled, bowing as she stepped inside. Then she noticed he shut and locked the door.
"Why are you locking the door?" she asked.
"So we weel not be disturbed," he said to her.
"Why should anyone disturb us?" she asked. "I mean, I was told to deliver this package. I've delivered it, now I'd like to leave."
"Ah yes, Senor Mike told me you would be thees way. Please do not make theengs difficult. I am told you are very good in bed. I weesh to find out."
Gail felt her heart trip-hammering in her body. She felt two simultaneous urges. The first was a very crazy urge. She wanted to strip down and do just as the man wanted. In spite of his bald head, he was a handsome man. He had small, pearly teeth, and a bristly mustache.
But this was crazy. He was a perfect stranger, and there was no reason on earth why she should be willing to submit. So she said, "I'm sorry, but I wish to go."
"I too am sorry," he smiled, approaching her.
She thought he was going to open the door, but was taken completely by surprise when he tore off her blouse, then forced her to take off her coat, as well.
"What are you doing?" she asked, horrified. "I'll scream and a hundred policemen will be here in no time at all."
"This is not quite true," the man, Isak Blass, told her. "I came to this hotel all the time, because it is old, and has thick plaster walls, all of which are soundproofed. You must understand, when I make love with ladies, I do not like the whole world to hear me."
Gail backed away, more terrified than ever. She had to get out, but she realized the man wasn't going to let her out. He was moving toward her, and she, in order to move away from him, was moving toward the bed. This was apparently exactly what he wanted. She turned, hoping to be able to run somewhere, only to have him pounce on her. He spun her around and tugged her bra off, exposing her large, bountiful breasts. They swung from side to side as she fought to get away from him, and she noticed he kept staring at them.
"Carramba!" he gasped. "Tetas magnificas. I must suck them."
"No," Gail screeched at him, flailing with both hands. "You stay away from me."
"No, my leetle pigeon," he smiled, revealing his pearly-white teeth again. "I am going to ... how you say ... chingar ... to fuck you."
"You're crazy," Gail gasped, as he grabbed her arms, threw her on the bed, and proceeded to tear off her undergarments and skirt, throwing everything around the room.
"Ay Dios!" he gasped. "Your entire body, it is so lovely."
"Give me my clothes and let me out of here," Gail cried.
"No leetle one. I am going to relieve you of your embarrassment by making myself as naked as you."
And as Gail stared, he hurriedly removed his clothing, letting everything fall on the floor. Horrified, she stared, then gasped, whirled around, and refused to look, lying face-down on the bed. But there was a full-length dressing mirror on the other side of the room, and she could still see the man stripping down. And when she saw the size of his penis in the mirror, she was astounded. He was a short man, but his cock was thick, and almost as long as Danny Abramson's. Being attached to so short an individual, it looked even larger than it was. And his balls dangled so low, they looked ready to hit his kneecaps.
"Seence you do not do thees weellingly," he snapped, "I theenk you must learn a bit of a lesson. In my country, when a woman does not obey a man who weeshes to fuck her, she ees beaten. So I shall have to wheep you a little."
"You're really crazy," Gail snapped, trying to turn over, only to find he was on the bed next to her, keeping her belly-down on the mattress as his hands grabbed her rump and squeezed the full round globes. She could see his smiling face in the mirror as he looked down at the egg-shell pink rotundities with the crease between them.
Leaning forward, he rested his left forearm in the small of her back to keep her from turning over, then raised his right hand and smacked it against her gorgeous buns with a loud, "thwack."
"God!" Gail screamed, her body suddenly stiffening, unable to believe what had happened to her.
"You behave like a stubborn, spoiled leetle girl, so you weell be treated as such," Blass told her. "When you come to see Isak Blass, you come to fuck. Seence you are so stubborn, I shall smack the stubbornness out from you. I shall heet you twenty times."
Once again she saw his reflection in the mirror raise his hand, and it came down hard, smacking against her upturned ass-cheeks. Flames of agony began building in her helplessly revealed, rounded ass-cheeks, and she wriggled about like a helpless snake.
"Stop it! Stop it!" Gail screamed.
"You weell fuck quietly?" he asked.
"No," she insisted. "I won't."
"Aha!" he laughed, and proceeded to wallop he ass-cheeks ten times, hard.
"My God!" she screeched. "It hurts."
"Of course. You are a naughty girl and must learn to obey the man who knows more than you. I weell stop when I have reached twenty.
And suddenly Gail found herself counting as he hit her. Her long hair flailed about wildly on the bed, lush manes of brown streaming out on the covers. She trembled, feeling the burning glow suffusing the curve of each rounded buttock. Her ass was arching and rearing in an attempt to get away, throbbing and on fire from the way he was hitting her.
At a count of fifteen, he stopped and began rubbing her ass-cheeks smoothly, lightly, and Gail realized how soothing his hands felt at that moment. Ohhhh it was so good against the burning flesh of her posterior.
Then he began slapping again, slow, long, and loud. Each wallop echoed with loud "whaps", alternating between the two cheeks, making each one a bit redder. Tears poured from her anguished face, soaking the cover on the bed. Trembling, gasping, crying, Gail could feel the heat forming blisters on her rump. She was gasping and panting, feeling shocked and humiliated, but the worst part of it all was, deep down, she realized she was feeling aroused. And he was doing it so calmly, enjoying every bit of it.
"Eighteen," he grunted. "Thees ees correct?"
Gail could only sob and lie there, face-down, unmoving, afraid anything she said or did might anger him and make him hit her even more. The last two swats landed with no less severity than the others, but Gail was beginning to realize she was feeling a numbness back there. And through the numbness came the startling realization she liked what he was doing. Suddenly she was ready to shout to him to hit her again.
She wasn't aware of his hands now rubbing smoothly across her ass-cheeks. Automatically she had clamped her thighs together, even though his fingers were gently teasing her solidly whacked ass-cheeks, stroking and caressing them with the same hand he'd used to bring out the rich red color in them.
Nor was she aware of her relaxation, of the parting of her pillarly white thighs, of the widening of the deep crack between the rounded curves of her lush ass, and of the display she now offered of her pretty pink pussy. Wet strands of light-brown hair stuck to her mons, but her pink pussylips remained bare and swollen, making Blass's eyes enlarge.
He saw no hair around the side of the cunt at all. The outer labia were two swelled cups, puffed out and enlarged. There was a rich pinkness between them, indicating the wavy edges of her inner pink lips.
She stiffened, then sighed as his hand slid down from her bottom to the pout of her pink vulva. She wanted to tighten her thighs, but his knees moved between her legs, preventing her from closing her loins.
"My God!" she whispered. "How could you do such a thing to me?"
"How could I resist it?" he asked.
She lay there, sobbing, crying, sniffling, still feeling a wonderful inflamed heat shoot through her buttocks. And all the while, his fingers rubbed against her pouting lips, tracing the swelling bulge of her pretty pubic purse. And then, little by little, his fingers parted the slit and slid between her outer and inner lips into the seething depths of her hungering cunt.
"No, no, no!" Gail gasped, knowing it was wrong, even though her body was crying, yes, yes, yes.
Blass didn't bother wasting words on a reply. His moving hand added to the intense heat he had created in her ass-cheeks, and the marvelous softness of her vaginal nave was tremendously arousing, and he could feel heat searing through him. He didn't intend wasting time with words. He pushed his finger between the firm flaps of her inner lips, wiggling it around inside, then sliding his finger toward the apex of her inner lips where he found the little pearl of pink flesh peering out from behind a hidden layer of membrane. He could feel the pink bubble shudder under the pressure of his fingertip, twitching spasmodically, trying to escape, yet hoping it wouldn't. Gail's knees beat against the bed as she began sighing aloud, feeling throbs of delight course through her body.
Blass continued tickling her clitoris, letting another finger slide into her, feeling how tight she was inside. He pushed the finger deeper, tickling with the forefinger touching her clitoris, making her writhe in maddening ecstasy. The flames in her ass had become fires of anguished delight, and she ached to feel more of everything. Her clitoris, filled with blood and completely enlarged, shuddered repeatedly as his finger palpitated and massaged it again and again. Clear, oily lubrication seeped from her between her pouting labia, dripping toward her clitoris and mons veneris. Her sighs were louder, more distant now, and she realized she really did want more of this. Oh God! The man was crazy, but in spite of spanking her, he really knew how to make her feel good.
More and more juices began pouring out of her, flowing like white wine. The cleft between her tender labia opened more and more. Little by little, against her will, Gail grudgingly surrendered to the sensuous feeling shooting through her tender body. His incredible fingertip, rubbing her clitoris was driving her wild with lust, moving over the uncovered nubbin again and again. Vibration after vibration seemed to shoot through her delicate body as rippling sensations of sheer rapture blasted through her. A knot of excitement seemed to be tightening in her anguished belly, making her pant and whine in addition to her sighing. She wiggled her butt all over the covers, and still she felt Isak Blass continue his maddening titillations.
Blass knew this was a volatile young lady. He had sensed it from the moment he had gone to work on her with his finger. She was reacting more intensely than many women who had felt his throbbing cock do its job inside them. She was bucking madly now, bouncing wildly, and he could feel the tight contractions in her cunt as she screamed, "AAAAGGGHHH!"
The orgasm was intense, and Gail knew he had done with his finger what she had never been able to do with her own. He had given her body a fully satisfying, intense, orgasm. Oh God! It was good. It was really good.
She lay there, feeling whacked out for the moment, wondering what he had in mind. She didn't have long to wait.
"I am going to fuck you," he told her. "Unfortunately, my cock does not always stay hard. The doctors tell me it is because I use it too much. But a man cannot help the need for a good cunt."
When he got to his feet, she saw the penis was slightly flaccid. It was still long and somewhat hard, but not really stiff. He walked around in front of her, saying, "I do not know how good you are at geeving head, but we weell find out. I want you to make my cock nice and hard. To make theengs easier for you, I have saved some gravy from my lunch. Eet ees warm, but not burning hot, so I weell be able to stand the temperature, and you weell like the taste."
She watched him walk over to the dresser where she saw the remains of a meal room service had sent up.
There was a gravy boat on the tray, and as she watched, he dipped his throbbing cock into the gravy. Carrying the gravy boat with him, he walked over to the bed and stood before the girl.
"Eet would be better eef you got up on your knees and sucked me while I remain in a standing position," he told her.
He put the gravy boat down on the nearby night table, and stood before her, his dangling cock dripping with gravy. He could see by the look in her eyes she was going to do exactly what he wished. But he wasn't surprised. He had never met a woman he was unable to tame.
Gail slid off the bed, kneeling on the floor near the bed, and looked up at the gravy-covered cock. Oh God! It looked scrumptious. God! She could see the colorless oil dripping from the head slit, mixing with the gravy, her looking at it seemed to have some effect on it, making it almost stiffen again. Her tongue leaped out and licked off the clear drop of oil, swallowing it. And in the process she tasted the gravy on his cock. Her mouth opened automatically after that, and she began sucking on the rounded pink knob, her tongue making circles and licking the phallic wand again and again, moving higher with each circular lap to swipe off more of the gravy. She licked strongly, her tongue swathing up and down, first in front, then on the right side, the left side, and finally the underside. And when she was finished licking the brown gravy from his cock, she began using her tongue to tickle his gigantic balls. Now, as she sucked them, rolling them in her mouth one at a time, she realized this was the biggest pair of balls she had ever seen. His cock, which was thick, was not as long or as thick as that of Danny Abramson. But his bloated balls were immense, and hung lower than either Abramson's, or Bill Barth's. Jesus! They were immense.
Blass felt his body quivering as her tongue went to work on him. He shuddered and trembled all at once, seeing how much she enjoyed what she was doing. For a woman who had been so unwilling only moments before, she was doing amazingly well, right now. Even though she'd only licked his genitals so far, her tongue had proven far better than the tongues of many other women he had known. He had no doubt as to what she could do with her vibrant lips. And he knew he was about to find out.
He shook with ecstasy, his mind thrilling to the touch of her wonderful lips, two soft, cloying pillows, lips that were young and delicate, now willingly sucking his cock because he had so ordered. They pursed, formed an O and slipped over the rich pink crown of his throbbing cock, and he trembled again.
"Ay, Dios," he gasped. "Que Boca."
She slid her mouth along half the length of his cock before pulling her lips back, gripping the base of the prong with her hand. "Am I doing it all right?" she asked.
"All right?" he gasped. "You are more than all right. You are wonderful."
She smiled up at him and murmured, "I'm glad. Since you like it so much, suppose I taste it a little more."
"Just a leetle," he gasped. "I wish to come in your cunt."
Back into the oven of her mouth went his heated, throbbing shaft, and this time she tugged more of it in, testing her ability to really handle it. Bill had been lying down when she'd blown him, giving her total control over what was happening. But this man was standing, fucking his cock into her mouth, trying to reach her gullet ... and beyond. It was a nice thick prick, all right. Not quite as thick as Bill's or Danny's, it was still a biggie, and she had to stretch her jaws and mouth to surround it, while rubbing the underside with the satin softness of her lapping tongue.
One of her hands wormed its way around to his buttocks and tickled the warm, sweaty crack there, seeking the tight knot of his anal rictus. While she continued wildly sucking the throbbing cock, moving her head back and forth, she found the entrance to his ass, and pressed a forefinger against it, as Danny had done to her. She felt him shudder and slam his cock into the burning depths of her throat while she sucked and slavered with her mouth, pulling his distended whang. And then she pushed the finger in as her eyes looked straight up, to observe the way he would react.
There was really no need for her to have watched his reaction, because the moment her finger shoved its way into his hot ass, he gasped and slammed forward, totally beyond any self-control for the moment. He rammed his pulsating whang deep into her hungry mouth, all but choking her as the head of his throbbing cock pushed into her tight esophagus. Her eyes bulged for a moment, and she repressed the urge to vomit, pulling her face back a little, but just a little.
Now she realized she had a certain amount of control over him. If she wanted, she could make him shoot in her mouth. And no matter how angry he would be afterward, he would probably be too drained to do anything about it.
She felt a perverse thrill when he parted his legs a little, letting her drive her forefinger a bit deeper into his ass. For the first time, a part of her body was penetrating the body of a man. That was wonderful all by itself. He had started out by spanking her, and here she was, in essence, fucking him. She smiled with the thick cock still stuffed in her mouth. It amused her to think she was the one doing the pronging, even if it was only with a finger.
Blass was unable to keep his body still. He thrust forward, feeling his cock sink into the warm, wonderful, creamy depths of her heated mouth, then thrust back, feeling his ass impaled on the point of her finger. Her head and mouth slavishly followed the movement of his cock, milking it.
Gail made little sucking gasps with his throbbing prick buried in her mouth, sucking wildly, determined to bring his cock to the brink of ejaculation before stopping. Her finger moved back and forth in his rectum, while her tongue continued to lovingly tease and tantalize his cock. She lapped strongly at the underside, all but actually chewing on the tasty morsel filling her anxious mouth. God! The gravy seemed to have seeped into his pores, because she could still taste it as she sucked strongly on the pulsating meat.
"Wet and slick, the mighty muscle pumped in and out of her sucking mouth. She gasped and sighed, enjoying it even more than she had enjoyed sucking off Bill.
"No mas," he gasped. "I cannot stand eet. I weell come."
She took her mouth off his cock, and he pulled her to her feet. Then he tossed her, face-down, on the bed, and raised her to her knees with her ass at the edge of the bed. Using his right hand as a guide, he brought the now-stiff cock between the swollen lobes of her ass-cheeks, seeing they were still a bright red. The pouting labia of her vagina seemed slightly parted, as if inviting him to stab his throbbing prong right in as his finger reached underneath and rubbed her vacillating clitoris. His short, stubby fingers moved through the rabbit-fur covering her pelvis as his middle finger teased the seam between her vaginal lips, moving forward and back, closer and closer to that vaginal extension which was filled with more sensuality than the rest of her delightful body. Her hands clenched the bedcovers into tight fists as she threw her weight forward, raising her ass-cheeks high, giving his hands better access to her cunt.
"Uhhhh ... Ohhhhh ... ahhhhh..." she gasped heavily, because his forefinger had now touched the trembling nubbin, rubbing it again and again. Molten metal seethed through her entire body, flowing through her as if she were a living Vesuvious, ready to explode and hurl the steaming inner lava right at the man working to bring it out of her.
"You are ... much heavier than you appear," Blass muttered, moving her body around on the bed with his strong arms until he had her positioned to please him. Her head was down and turned to the side, pressing into the mattress, with her palms on either side of her head, trying to take the weight. She was aware of how defenseless her buttocks were, propped high in the air, still bright red from the spanking he had given her. She felt so vulnerable, knowing his eyes were glued to those heavy, round ass-cheeks.
His hand moved between her thighs again, and once more his finger touched her clitoris. All thoughts of vulnerability vanished as she felt his finger rub her tender button. All thoughts of anything save reaching another climax were driven out of her mind.
Trembling, shaking and sighing, she felt her lungs reaching for air. She was ready to beg him to do more, but realized she would be playing directly into his hands, doing what he wanted, even if it was what she wanted.
God! What had happened to her in the last forty-eight hours? She had become a total wanton, a sex-depraved female in search of all kinds of cock. Even though her mind had rejected what this man wanted to do to her, her body had responded affirmatively the moment he had told her what he intended doing. The most frightening thing was that her mind was starting to be swayed by her body, and she was willing to go along with what these men wanted. A long, low sigh, finally escaped from her lips as one of his hands caressed her vagina, while the other played with a dangling nipple and made her realize there was no way she would be able to escape from herself. She was a hot female with a low boiling point, perhaps much lower than most females, and if she went through life feeling guilty because of it, she would end up killing herself. She had to accept the fact that her body needed cock. It wasn't merely a question of wanting to get laid. Something had been triggered in her body, and she needed orgasms like junkies needed smack.
She felt his fingers continue to rub her nipples, and then he was using his left hand to guide his cock between her thighs again, pressing it against the split purse of her raging pussy. He moved his cock through her parting lips, pushing it through to the front of her body where the dome was actually tickled by her pubic hair before withdrawing once again. There was a moment of fear, as she recalled for a brief instant how Danny Abramson had caused her pain when he'd thrust into her virginal cunt. But then she relaxed as pleasure began tickling her vaginal walls. Blass wasted no time. Un-like Danny, he didn't believe in dallying when it wasn't necessary. He thrust into her, driving deep and hard, wallowing in her tantalizing depths, thrusting his solid cock into the wonderful, dark, depths of her crushing womb.
Gail gasped, but it was a soundless whoosh that came from her mouth as ecstatic thrills blistered through her tender, shuddering body. Waves of desire rolled through her, and she realized even more how much she needed something filling her vagina.
"You are quite a woman," Blass told her, himself gasping, able to appreciate how tightly her internal muscles were gripping him as her vaginal walls sucked on his throbbing meat. He began quickly humping his throbbing cock back and forth, back and forth, building fresh responsive pleasures in her aching body. His hand was still reaching under her, rolling the little bead of her clitoris around and around in his fingertips. Thrills built higher and higher in her body, and each time he pushed into her, she lurched back, enhancing the sensations for both of them. His fingers continued their rubbing and caressing of her clitoris, and she realized he was going to build two climaxes in her at once. She was going to have a vaginal orgasm and a clitoral climax at the same time. Tears of joy were pouring down her cheeks as he rammed into her again and again, filling her tight twat with ecstatic thrills. He built her body higher and higher, bringing her to the brink of an orgasm, then letting her fall back. But each time he brought her to the edge of satisfaction, she felt herself on a slightly higher plateau. He was moving rapidly, with less than a half-second between a complete push-pull. He fucked into her again and again, making her writhe, twitch, and sigh.
He finally took his finger from her clitoris, but only after she had undergone a series of more than a dozen mini-orgasms and the nubbin was more than a little over-sensitive. His hands tightly gripped her hips, thrilling to the snug way her cunt clasped his thrusting steel rod. Her nipples rubbed against the covers beneath her, and more heat was building in her tender young body. He gripped her hips even more tightly, and rammed his cock in hard, making the dozen tiny climaxes she'd had build wild shudders through her.
Gail had never felt so delightfully helpless. In her present position, she felt as if she were bowing to Priapos, feeling the way one of his arms now wrapped itself around her waist as he brought his thighs even closer to her body, shortening his violent strokes. He reached around and pressed his fingers against her clitoris, knowing it was over-sensitive. It made her writhe as never before, wanting to tear his hand away, yet not daring to think of doing such a thing. He was pounding into her like a madman, his wide-open mouth near her ear, whispering words she was unable to understand, into it.
"Carrajo, cono, mierda, chingada, puta, bella ... "he was gasping.
"Unnnggghhh!" she gasped, responding to his words.
It was her only sound as his throbbing cock slid forward and back at breakneck speed, rippling through her sensuous cunt and building the wildest thrills ever felt. Oh God! She felt fantastic. Being no hypocrite, Gail readily admitted it to herself. Christ! She could see how, if she wasn't careful, she might end up being a whore.
He was thundering back and forth with wicked, strong, steady strokes, fucking into her with wild forward surges of his hips as well as with a swinging motion that made his cock move in and out with greater speed. She gasped, making skitterish sounds, then trembled when his hands wrapped themselves around her slender waist and pulled her back into him, causing him to slam into her with such violence, she could feel her teeth rattle. His arms continued pulling her into him, while his forearms moved higher, reaching for, and grasping the fruit of her dangling nipples. She felt his fingers tickle the blood-filled extensions, then his palms cupped her dangling breasts, manipulating them, while his pounding cock continued slurping into the sucking depths of her creaming twat. He drove into her as if expecting to be able to sink his thick prick even deeper, though he was already driving into her as far as he could go. Still, hope seemed to spring eternal within him and he spiked his thrusting rod into her again and again, each drive a bit more wicked than the preceding one. He leaned into her, and his fingers now gripped her pretty breasts, squeezing them so hard, she swore he would be leaving fingerprints on her aching flesh.
Her body shivered and shook as never before. Here was a man with even more experience than Danny, and he was making her feel it. Oh God! He was marvelous. She had never expected such wonderful sensations from this man. Her first glimpse of him, in spite of his suavity, had been a distasteful one. It only went to show how wrong first impressions could be.
Though his fingers were somewhat stubby, his hands were wide, and they offered a feeling of security to her as they pressed into her breasts. She liked the warm, wonderful way they covered her tits, squeezing them, almost crushing them, holding them solidly, yet causing her no pain.
His cock was nice, too. Even if it was slightly shorter than Danny's and Bill's, it made up for its lack of length with expertise of movement. The stroking through her womb made her feel secure and comfortable. It moved in and out of her throbbing inner cavern with a certain amount of ease now, yet it continued swelling out against the tight pressure of her vaginal walls.
His thrusting motion in her body built the flaming passions inside her higher and higher, the way friction would cause two rubbing sticks to eventually burst into flame. His thrusting tool continued to bathe in the heavy outflow of vaginal brandy, slamming itself harder and harder into her feminine cleft.
She no longer thought about what she was doing, merely reacting automatically, as if it were something that needed doing. He had speeded up the tempo of his fucking into her even more, and she responded to his surging pole with wild, back-thrusts of her tender body, slamming her ass against his hairy thighs.
His strong, masculine arms pressed her flaring hips, almost crushing them as he pounded into her. His hands pulled and tugged her breasts, as if attempting to milk them. He continually varied his pressure, building new, different sensations in her trembling bosom. She could feel the powerful surges of his hairy thighs and flat hips as he crashed against her. His belly, though far from muscular, wasn't heavy, either. He pressed his belly into her back and ass, feeling the vibrancy of her spanked cheeks, heat still coming from them. The tight, silky walls of her tender cunt writhed inwardly, squirming around his thrusting cock, making it feel as if it were buried in the belly of a moving anaconda. She had him tightly sleeved with each and every one of her backward responses to his plunging strokes.
Gail gasped, her fingers still gripping the covers beneath her. Her face was as red as her ass as she gasped obscenely with each masterful thrust. She thought she would be totally out of breath shortly, and she would suffocate for lack of being able to pull enough oxygen into her lungs. She could hear the sound of his thick prong squishing in and out of her tight gully, moving with a swift, rhythmic stabbing, and the obscene noises thrilled her all the more, rousing her to new fevered peaks.
He was smiling now, the smile of a Latin American who knew he was once again victorious where a woman was concerned. In his part of the world, every man was a master at making a woman enjoy being mastered. And he had used his technique, very successfully on every "gringa" he'd ever met. The biggest problem for Isak Blass was getting them to agree to be alone with him. Once he had accomplished that, he never worried. Whether they finally submitted willingly, or had to be raped, they always left him with a broad smile on their faces, always willing to come back for more if and when he should be in town.
They have the lust, just like men, he thought. Lust ees what drives all men, and eet drives the women, too. Now thees pretty leetle thing was first learning how much lust was a part of her life. Knowing it, she would not be able to turn away from men so easily, in the future.
He could see she hadn't been a virgin when he'd entered her, but he could also see she was far from experienced. It had been left to him to make her realize what a slave she was to her body. Tremendously excited, he removed his hands from her full, swollen breasts, and slipped the fingers of his right hand back into the wet, slick, glorious slit where his cock plundered. Finding that elusive clitoris, he began teasing it all over again.
Her sighs were louder and longer now, and her body was stiffening as she arched her slender back and raised her head, gasping out her delight at the completely arousing sensations he sent whirling through her body. She was nearing her fulfillment now, and she wanted to feel the full effect of it.
With a broad smile, Blass ground his thighs into her squirming ass-cheeks, pumping her tight cunt with heavy, pounding thrusts, moving into her with the power of a rutting bull. She had to flatten both palms and press them into the mattress now, because each of his strokes seemed to be driving her forward, and only her hands pushing into the mattress kept her from moving forward. Her heavy breasts now swung wildly from side to side, their firm roundness bouncing against her chest with her nipples standing out firm and hard.
Thoroughly the Latin lover, Blass pushed into her with harder, more deliberate strokes, feeling the tenseness in her body. He could feel her coming as her cunt tightened and she screamed a long, loud, "AAAYYYAAAGGGHHHH!"
Her body convulsed wildly as the stroking cock sent shattering blasts through her. She could feel it swell and unload shot after shot of the heavy fluid she had been seeking, as Blass shouted, "MADRE DE DlOS! CARRRAAAJO ... AAAYYYAAAGGGHHH!"
Gail felt the thick hose squirting its heavy balm into her aching tunnel, filling her with white sperm, making her groan as the pulsating jets added a new dimension to her pleasure. But all too soon the shots began lessening and dying down. And as he finished, she realized she had completed a round of orgasmic sensations, as well.
He finally pulled out of her and flopped down on the bed as she fell on her side, away from him. She was panting, trying to catch her breath, knowing this had been the most wonderful experience she had ever known. Even so, it hadn't given him the right to rape her, and once she caught her breath, she began angrily berating him for fucking her without her permission.
"My apologies, senorita," he smiled. "It will never happen again. Now, before you leave, and while I am able to raise another erection, may I fuck you again?"
Gail didn't know what to say, but her thighs were opening.
CHAPTER SIX
Ever since Gail had told her about the Abramson brothers, Judy Warren had felt restless. She didn't like the idea of staying cooped up in Gail's apartment all day. Nor did she like the idea of shopping, or walking along the avenues and looking in store windows. There had been no school the previous day, Monday, because it had been Columbus Day. She had been able to sneak off and meet her boy friend when he took the train to the city, but there wasn't a private place where they could go, and at the end of the day he had gone back to the village with blue balls, while Judy had felt aggravatingly hot.
When the door buzzer sounded, she was glad to speak to someone and hurriedly opened the door. It was Bill Barth.
"Hi, Bill," Judy greeted, "what are you doing here? You should be in class."
"I have my classes in the afternoon on Tuesday," he replied. "I was hoping to catch Gail."
"Gail's working now," Judy replied, smoothing her blue dress.
"Yeah? Where?"
"A panty factory," Judy replied. "Abramson Brothers. I looked up their address in the phone book."
"Yeah, well I wanna talk to her."
"Oh good! Let me go with you. I'm bored, being cooped up here all day."
"Okay. Come on. I have my tow truck downstairs."
"A tow truck?"
"Yeah. The city goes around towing away cars all the time. But if they see a tow truck, they think it's one of their own, and they leave it alone. Come on."
Taking a spare key with her, Judy locked the door, and went downstairs with Bill. She got into the tow truck parked at the curb, and he started it up. In less than ten minutes he was parking at the rear of the building where the Abramson brothers had their factory. It was a narrow side street, one way, so he had to park with his right wheels up on the curb.
With Judy beside him, he walked to the front of the building and took the elevator up to the tenth floor. The two of them stepped out of the elevator into the office. No one was there.
"Gee," Judy said. "It's after one o'clock. You'd think Gail would be back from lunch by now."
"Can I help you?" Mike Abramson asked, entering the office.
Judy took one look at him and blanched. He was a squat-looking red-headed bear. His voice sounded as if it was being filtered through pebbles, and he was covered with lint and rag dust.
"I'm looking for Gail Warren," Bill told him. "I'm her fianc', and this is Judy, her sister."
"Hi," Mike smiled, and even though he looked like an evil idol with his big white teeth when he smiled, Judy found she couldn't help but smile back. There was something-likeable about him in spite of his boorishness.
"Can you help us?" Judy wanted to know.
"Yeah, well Gail's gone out to make a delivery for us. She'll be back in about an hour."
"Shit! Bill cursed. "I can't wait. I have classes coming up."
"You go ahead, Bill," Judy told him. "I'll wait here and speak to Gail. I'll tell her you were looking for her."
"You sure you want to stay here?" Bill asked, looking at Mike Abramson.
I'll be all right," Judy told him. "Besides, what's there for me to do at the apartment? Go ahead."
Shrugging, Bill took the elevator down, leaving Judy alone with Mike. And Mike Abramson decided this was an opportunity not to be missed. Juanita, the forewoman could watch over the girls for a while, making sure they got their work done. Danny would be late today, because he was seeing a client with a large order. Gail wouldn't be back for a while, yet. Blass had an insatiable sex appetite, and would be keeping her busy.
Looking at Judy, his carnal hunger mounted. He hadn't been laid in two days. Seeing those tapes of Danny fucking this one's sister had really gotten him all heated up. He knew better than to try and pop her cherry. At least, he wouldn't do it just yet. But he sure as hell wanted to get into some part of her. Shit! She was young and fresh and wholesome.
"Hey," he grunted. "You wanna do me a favor?"
"Sure," she nodded. "If I can."
"Yeah, well we got this new line of nightgowns we've been making, and I wanna see how it looks on a woman. I mean, I have to know if it hangs right, and if it's cut correctly. Normally your sister would do this for me, but she isn't here, and I have to make sure the gown fits properly before I mass-produce it. Would you try one on for me?"
"Sure," she nodded.
Leading her into the showroom, he selected a nightgown he had on the wall display, took it down, and handed it to her, saying, "You go right behind that screen and change. I'll wait over here and make sure no one else walks in to bother you."
"Okay," Judy nodded, smiling and happy she could be of some use to someone.
Stepping behind the screen, she quickly undressed, except for her shoes and socks, and slipped on the nightgown. It was opaque except for the gauzy area covering her breasts, she noticed her brown nipples pressing against the see-through cloth, and she giggled to herself. It would be fun teasing a man.
Stepping out, she let him see how the gown fit. He grunted, nodded, and said, "Looks good. Looks really good. Now let's see what you look like with the nightgown off."
"What?"
"You heard me, kid. Take it off."
Judy felt very strange. Suddenly this whole thing wasn't fun anymore. Suddenly she was scared.
"Look, Mr. Abramson, I think I'd better be getting dressed and leaving."
"I don't think so," Mike leered. "I think you and me, we should start getting acquainted, and become really good friends. You know, just like your sister and my brother."
"What are you talking about?" Judy asked him. "I'm talking about this," Mike told her, handing her a photo he'd had in an envelope he'd been carrying. Judy took the photo, looked at it, and gasped, Gail, her sister was in the photo, and she was with another red-headed man. He was on top of her and fucking her. Both faces were very clear.
Judy closed her eyes, trying to block out the sight. Her sister was fucking with a complete stranger, and from the smile on her face, Gail had enjoyed it.
"No," Judy shrieked, tearing up the photo, trying to jump away from Mike. "You get away from me. Do you hear?"
"Come on, kid," Mike whispered in his grunting voice. "I wouldn't hurt you. I just want a little fun. Honest."
His eyes were like beacons as he stared at her.
You're a real cutie, he thought, putting up a good front, playing like you're hard for any man to get. Shit! If that sister of yours is so hot, I'll bet you're just as hot.
He laughed hoarsely, his mind packed with hunger for the body of the slender young girl. When she tried backing away again, he reached out, grabbed her, and pulled her toward him, his brutal strength easily overpowering her adolescent tenderness.
"Hey," he grunted. "Why don't you stop trying to get away. We both know what's gonna happen to you. And you know why you're gonna do what I want? Because I got a lot more pictures, and if you don't cooperate, I'm gonna mail these pictures of your sister to your mother."
Judy suddenly felt shame shooting through her mind. She'd never thought she would be the one to feel such a sensation, but now she realized there was a definite limit as to how far she was willing to go with a boy. Maybe, when she got older, she would feel less embarrassed about a male touching her between her thighs, but at the moment, the teachings of her parents were a lot stronger than even she had believed.
This man's brother had seduced her sister; perhaps he had even raped her, first. Somehow pictures had been taken, and now this man was telling her, unless she came across, the photos would be shown to her parents. Judy knew she couldn't let that happen. The sight of Gail being fucked would be too much for her father, who had a weak heart. Whatever she did, Judy couldn't let those pictures get to her folks.
Looking at Mike, she felt terrified. She could only stare into the groaning man's twinkling eyes, shining with a hard, merciless stare. God! To think she had been the one to convince Gail fooling around a little was all right. Now she felt like the injured, innocent party. The mere suggestion of his grotesque body covering hers was too much. With large, round, pleading eyes she searched his gargantuan face and huge corpulent body, hoping to find some humanity in him.
"Please, please don't do this," she whimpered, crying as the huge man pressed her trembling body against the wall so he could push his weightiness against her. "Oh let go of me. Leave me alone."
"Alone?" he laughed, derisively. "A good-looking little twat like you has been left alone too much. If you were properly disciplined you'd be in school now instead of here, with me. Kiddo, you got some kind of a problem, and it's up to old Mike here, to help straighten you out.
Judy stared at him, totally revolted.
"Cheer up," he told her. "A session with me is a lotta fun. Ask all those broads out in the factory. There isn't a one I'll hire until she puts out for me. And if I call them for a second jazz, they're more than willing to come. They love it."
"Please don't touch me," Judy gasped.
"Hey, kid, I'm gonna do more than touch you, and you know it. I'm gonna fuck you in one place or another. But I'm a kind-hearted guy. I'll let you choose the hole."
"Just let me get dressed and get out of here," Judy begged.
"Kid, after we ball, you can do whatever you want. And if we don't ball, these pics go to your folks post haste."
The thought of those pictures going to her parents paralyzed Judy. Her father's heart would never stand it. Equally bad, her parents would never let her visit Gail again.
"You know I'm right, kid," Mike whispered. "Things have got to be my way. There isn't any alternative." As he chanted on, one of Mike's hands slithered under the nightgown and reached into the damp curls of her pubic triangle. The hair was much lighter than Gail's. There were almost no strands at all.
Judy jumped for a moment, but she knew if she pulled away, he might get mad. His getting mad would not only result in his possibly hurting her, but it would mean he'd send those photos to her parents. So after her initial start, she remained absolutely still.
His voice was harsh, his words crude, and the mere sound of what was saying hurt her. She let her body relax against the wall, all the fight gone from her, letting his fingers tease her youthful, pouting pussylips. The fact that he had pictures probably meant he had seen her sister in action. She should have been angry at Gail, but deep down she knew she was the one to blame for what had happened. If she hadn't opened Gail's mind to being touched by a man, Gail would never have allowed herself to get into so compromising a position. Since she was the one who had been playing around first, she would have been a hypocrite to turn away at this point, knowing Gail had been fucked. God! How many times, at night, in her own bed, had she dreamed about having a good stiff dick shoved into her cunt? Now here was an opportunity, and she was backing away. Yes, she was a hypocrite, all right.
She felt his fingers stroking the soft outer labia under the nightgown, and as his fingers continued to titillate her, Judy realized she was getting hot. Oh God! She was enjoying what he was doing to her. The lewd thoughts continued to fill her mind, and she unconsciously parted her thighs a bit wider. He was whispering vile words to her, telling her she was a wonderful cunt, a marvelous bitch, a sweet, itchy twat, and the sound of his voice was making her writhe all the more. Oh God! She was actually enjoying what he was saying to her, becoming more aroused with each passing second.
Good God! What was happening to her? She was only a young teenager. Was she crazy? Her mind spun wildly with conflicting impulses. She was terrified of this man. Aroused, delighted, licentious, she was still afraid of him. But she was more afraid of what would happen to her father if he saw pictures of Gail being fucked. The mere idea of such pictures being sent to him, and to her mother, filled her with dread. All the values she had thought to be important were really valueless, because, when it came right down to actual facts, she didn't want to indulge in anything this far out.
Mike's fingers continued to skillfully caress her defenseless labia. His hot breath continued whispering insane obscenities into her ear, and though they sounded horrible to her, they aroused her even more. Deep inside her belly she felt an anguished fire starting build as no fire had ever built before. She could feel the heavy heat shooting through her blood vessels, making her squirm and writhe all the more, feeling more heated up than ever.
With his other hand, Mike began stroking her soft, creamy buttocks.
"Please," Judy cried out. "Oh please, don't do this to me.
She was blubbering and wailing, struggling to tug the nightgown down.
No longer patient, Mike tore the nightgown from her pert body, the force of his action spinning her around. While she sobbed, her face pressed against the wall, he got up, walked over to the overstuffed chair, and pushed the button, making it open into a single bed. Then he grabbed the helpless girl, and with her short, brown hair flying, threw her face-down onto the bed. He sat and jammed a hand between her shivering ass-globes, sliding his hand through the slickness of her vaginal lips until he could touch her young, never-before-manipulated clitoris. He rubbed it for a moment, then moved his finger back and forth through the gooey slickness of her tight gash. Mike smiled, seeing the way her cunt was responding.
Now totally naked, defenseless, lying helplessly on the bed, her defenseless ass-cheeks exposed to his manipulations, she realized there was nothing in the world she could do to resist him. She writhed, hoping she might be able to slide away from him, but he threw the weight of his arms on her, holding her down.
"No more of that," Mike snapped.
Kneeling on the bed, he gripped her hips tightly. Her spirit crushed, Judy could only do as he insisted, surrendering to whatever perversity he had in mind. He was closer to her now, his moon-like face close to the orbs of her ass-cheeks. His fingers dug strongly into her buttocks, while his other hand ran up and down the long, thin trestle of her backbone. He stopped at each vertebra and pressed causing a little pain, letting her know just how certainly he was boss. She gasped each time she felt his finger press, making her pump her swaying ass-cheeks higher into the air. And then he began ramming her head into the pillow as he reached under her to caress her pulsating vagina. His fingers manipulated the erect clit again and again, rubbing it until it almost hurt. He continued his teasing of it, and Judy realized he was blasting bolts of unwanted lust into her body.
"Oh God, no..." she gasped. "Ohhhhh n-o-o-o-o--. . . " she moaned, objecting to the sensations shooting through her. Her upraised ass-cheeks felt so helpless and unprotected. She tried to desperately squeeze them together.
"Hey, you take it easy," Mike told her, his gravelly voice almost sneering, his palm flattening itself against the twin globes of her butt.
His other hand came down to join the first one, and then his palms began peeling her ass-cheeks apart, spreading them wide, stretching the puckered brown star in there until Judy thought it would almost break. He gazed at the tiny puckered circle of her anal sphincter, nestled firmly between the fatty globes of her cushioned ass. He looked lower, seeing the pink crevice of her virgin cunt, and he was able to see the deeper red of her titillated clitoris surrounded by the sparse, light-brown hairs of her mons veneris.
He could smell the faint, aromatic scent rising from her delicate pussy. His nostrils flared as they inhaled the rich aroma of her female fragrance. Leaning his head forward, he extended his tongue, which like that of his brother Danny, was exceptionally long, and teased its tip moistly along the sensuous button of her exposed nubbin.
Judy felt a shock wave shoot through her, and she knew if she allowed him to continue, she would come to like it so much, she would do anything he wanted. She tried pulling away, but his fingers dug deeply into her ass-cheeks, holding her tightly in place as his tongue continued madly lapping her clitoris. She realized she was helpless and had no choice but to submit to his licentious lapping.
Taking a deep breath, she suddenly moaned sharply as his tongue sank sharply into her tender vaginal orifice. The digit burrowed deeply into the wet, hot cave. Then his tongue licked out, lapped along her perineum, and touched her sphincter, making her jump again as sparks seemed to shoot through her all at once. Then his tongue quickly returned to her vaginal opening, only this time, he didn't stab his tongue into it. This time he began nibbling at the edges of her inner vaginal lips, rubbing his heavy chin into clitoris while his nose rubbed her anus. He made guttural, growling sounds as his tongue lapped into the tight opening, then slurped out only to lap up to her ass-hole.
She was virgin, all right. He could tell. He'd had a lot of experience with all kinds of women. His tongue had been the right thing to penetrate her throbbing vagina. It was right in there, very tight. And he decided he wasn't in the mood to spill blood on the bedsheets. fucked Gail. Mike just wasn't in the mood to do that. He'd figure out some other way to fuck her.
And then his eyes locked, in depraved fascination, upon the small, brown puckered hole contracting before his eyes. Yes, yes, that ass-hole would have the benefit of his cock. Hurriedly, he unbelted his pants and tugged them down to his knees along with his jockey shorts. His swollen, heavy cock sprang from its confinement, and had Gail seen it, her eyes would have popped out, because it was longer and thicker than Bill Barth's It was bigger than most dildos. As it was, Judy, whose face was pressed into the pillow, was unaware of what was happening until he rubbed it between the schoolgirl's long, smooth thighs. He rubbed the head between her pillarly columns again and again, moving the thick, red head up and down, up and down while his hand proudly stroked it into solid hardness. It grew even longer and thicker, the head turning a fierce, bright red less than an inch below the girl's wide-stretched anal pucker.
Flecks of spit dribbled out of his mouth, he was so excited. Mike had fucked nearly all the Puerto-Rican and Cuban girls working not only in his shop, but in all the other shops in the building. It had been a long, long time since he'd enjoyed a purely north-of-the-Mexican-border-ass. He drooled, and his tongue began playing over her rectum again and again, his drool sliding into her ass-hole, moistening it.
The thrills shooting into her had forced much of the fear out of Judy. She should have been numb, or at the very least, a little afraid. But she was none of these. She was aroused, but in an entirely different way. She was all heated up in her ass. His tongue was starting to drive her screamingly insane. God! She must really be crazy to even think of enjoying being raped.
Her mind insisted he get it over with. His rapacious lapping had charged her up as nothing before. She'd never had a hand on her cunt before, much less a tongue. Her body was absorbing these sensations as a sponge would soak up water. God! She was on fire, and she had no idea what was needed to put out the anguished flames. And then she jumped, because she felt something else different. She felt a fingertip lightly probing at her ass-hole.
Mike's eyes swelled with excitement as he stared at his prodding finger pushing experimentally at the tight little orifice nestled in the split crevice. His heavy balls, swollen with sperm, were aching and tingling with desire as he longed to ram his thick probe into the deepest reaches of her anal passageway. It took all his will power to keep himself under control. God! He really wanted to rape that ass. He wanted to completely and totally enjoy every second of thorough subjugation. These snotty high-school and college kids who thought they were too good for him were all missing out on something, because he knew he did have the best-working cock in the entire city. One didn't have to go to school to start one's prick working properly. That was something inborn. It came naturally.
"Just relax," he grumbled, "and keep those thighs and cheeks spread wide apart."
Judy gasped, realizing he was about to fuck into her. She still didn't know which hole he had in mind. If she had, she could have started struggling a whole lot earlier. As it was, she attempted crawling forward and away from him, her knees almost scraping against the covers as she tried moving. She felt so humiliated and debased in this kneeling position. But there was no way she could get away from him. Abruptly, she felt his forefinger digging a little deeper into her puckered anus. The thrilling contact sent shivers through her, making her recoil. His other hand kneaded the swollen, tender flaps of her wet vagina in starved rhythm. And then, he jammed his fingertip into her ... hard.
"Uuuuunnnnnggggghhhhhh!" she screamed. "Gosh! What are you doinggggguhhhh ... it huuuurrrtttssss!! ! "
She bellowed wildly as the fingertip penetrated her tight, rubbery entrance and actually popped into her narrow rectum.
"My God! she groaned. "What are you doing? Stop, stop!"
She felt as if her ultra-sensitive rectum was suddenly on fire, as if Mike was suddenly cramming a hot piece of charcoal into her. She clenched her buttocks tightly shut, jerking them wildly from side to side in a maddening attempt at trying to uncork the violating finger. But it was to no avail. The man's thick finger stuck fast in the tightly closed tunnel of her seething rectum. Her insane gyrations seemed to tug it deeper into her, inflaming her virginal assway even more.
"No more," she pleaded. "Oh please, please, no more, no more ... take it outttt ... oh please ... it hurrrrtt-tsss..." she cried, her face a study in agonized terror.
But the hungry man's finger only pressed deeper and harder, her refusal to accept what he was doing making him growl with savage enjoyment. He pushed harder, getting in the second knuckle, and she writhed all the more, then he pushed again, getting the rest of his finger into her, feeling her wiggle like a hooked fish.
"Uuuuuunnnnnggggghhhhh ... aaaannn-ngggghhhh ... oooooooooh..." she gasped, feeling the movement of the finger sunk in her tight passageway. Her head slammed into the pillow again and again, trying to nullify the agonizing hurt as it ricocheted up her spine from her inflamed anus. The finger remained there, an unnatural intruder, and she squeezed her body as if trying to defecate it from within her.
Slowly the red-headed man began pulling the finger in and out, moving it through the buttery confines of her tight rectal tube. Judy felt her rear passage tortured beyond endurance. She had never felt anything in there before.
The other meaty hand of the red-headed man slipped around the front of her right thigh and moved into her seething vagina, massaging the tingling clitoris, building a series of confused feelings in the teenage girl's body. He stroked and caressed her dribbling cunt lips, making her writhe, causing her buttocks to move all the more quickly around the in-thrust forefinger.
Judy's entire body was engulfed in sensation. At first she thought it was all pain, but with the passage of moments she realized the pain was fading, and quickly, a new, tickling sensation was taking its place. She even felt weird tinglings in her tightly closed toes. Her shoes had fallen off when she had been pushed onto the bed, and though she still wore her socks, her toes could be seen curled and tight.
Little by little she felt him work the finger around inside her rectum until it was a bearable sensation. And then, before she was able to understand just what he intended, he forced a second finger into her rectum. At first it hurt, but not as much as when he'd first pushed his forefinger in. And just as certainly, the pain began quickly fading, and more heat began building up in her intense rectum. She didn't know why, but she felt arousal in her ass, and it was transmitting itself to her vagina. She rotated her ass around the in-pressing fingers feeling the strangest, hottest sensation, yet. And then, abruptly, just like that, he tugged the fingers from inside her. For a moment her ass continued to gyrate in hopes of feeling his fingers sink back in. The jarring sensation running through her nervous system seemed to let up. Oh God! What was he doing.
And then she felt his heavy palms move to her ass-cheeks, one on each bun, and slowly open them until her buttocks were spread as far apart as possible. She felt the full thickness of his knobby cock press against her rectal tunnel. The huge, swollen distended dork felt immensely thick and heavy as it pressed against the tiny aperture, and she trembled, thinking of the strength he would use to force such thickness into her.
Mike Abramson looked down at the rich red of the tip of his glistening hard-on. His hands stroked the helpless white cheeks, stretched before him in humility, and he enjoyed feeling her vulnerability. She was in his power, as were some of those women he had working on the machines in the factory. But there was something different about having an educated girl, an intelligent girl, this way. He especially enjoyed her youth. In one of the other girls working for him, it wouldn't have meant nearly as much. They lost their virginity by the time they were old enough to walk, either to a father, a brother, or a next-door neighbor. Sex was a natural, normal part of their lives, even if they went to church every Sunday and asked God's forgiveness for doing what came naturally.
But this was a nice white ass belonging to a middle-class American girl who came from a family who still believed fucking should only take place after marriage, in a closed, dark bedroom, under the covers. Most of these people never indulged in pussy gobbling or cock sucking. It was too disgusting for their middle class tastes. Only the very poor and the very rich knew what it was all about.
He pressed the bloated cock-head against the tightly-clenched hole, now almost back to its original size since the removal of his fingers. Making sure he was pressing against the right spot, he gripped her hips, then pulled them back as he thrust his hips forward, ramming into it with all the venomous hate he had for middle-class morality. He strained the tortured sphincter beyond endurance as he rammed.
"Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!" she screamed, helplessly bent over as she felt a slight pop as the head pushed past her sphincter, and then there was more agonizing pain, totally overpowering the thrills she had felt when his fingers moved through her ass. He slammed forward and the swollen knob pushed in until the sphincter was sucking on his corona. Her cringing rectum tried pulling away, but his grip was too strong. It was no use. As far as Judy was concerned, it looked as if Mike Abramson was determined to kill her with his cock, stabbing it into her heart by way of her bowels. Terror-filled moans came issuing from her mouth as she thrashed about like a gaffed shark, hoping to escape his cruelty. But her movement only served to plunge his cock into her all the more deeply. Oh God!
Still tightly clinging to her, Mike began steaming forward, thrusting his huge pole even further into her tender, clinging depths. He could feel her young body trembling around the massive dork he had inside her, and he sank his finger even deeper into the fleshiness of her full, round buttocks to stop the trembling.
Judy's mind was completely empty of thought. She didn't dare think, aware of nothing but the pulsating pain throbbing through her tight rectum, totally overwhelming the thrilling sensations she had felt earlier. Even the knowledge that she was doing this to prevent her father from getting a heart attack was lost for a moment in the pain. He thrust a bit harder, and she jumped, feeling it move deeper, and then she realized he was all the way in. He could go no further, and that much was a blessing.
With the knowledge of his being completely buried in her came a sort of relaxation, and because of it, this new, overpowering pain suddenly began fading as quickly as did the pain when he had first plunged his finger into her. She didn't know what to believe any longer. First pain, then pleasure, then more pain, and more pleasure. Then intense pain, and now she could tell the rapture building in her ass-hole was really going to be something.
"You're tearing me apart," she whimpered, hoping to end this, because if it continued, she might get to like it so much, she might make her other boy friends do the same to her.
Her sobbing pleas aroused a bit of anger in Mike.
"If I was my brother Danny, you'd be sucking on my whang and loving it," he snapped. "Just because Danny is tall and good-looking, all you broads go for him. You don't realize us fat guys have just as much feeling as the skinny good-looking guys. And in my case, I've got more stamina than my brother, and I can give any broad a really good time. No matter where I fuck a chick, she comes to love it, just as you're gonna love what I'm doing to you."
His resentful anger prodded his hate even more, making him start a hard, savage, driving movement with his throbbing cock. She got the feeling she was being chopped to bits by a hatchet. But the faster the cock moved, the easier it moved. Where she had been afraid his knifing prick might slice her interior to pieces, she felt only smooth movement now, as the lubrication seeping from his cock seemed to smooth the way. Her aching buttocks throbbed, but no longer with pain.
From this point on it was all an unexplainable feeling of ecstatic thrills.
He reared back, tugging his cock back as far as the entrance to her ass, then slammed it forward again, ramming it to the bloated hilt into the tight, narrow, constricting channel of her anus. In out, in out, and each time he rammed in, it felt as if his thrusting cock was reaching that much deeper into her belly.
Moaning because she was terrified of enjoying it, she could feel his dangling testicles obscenely whack against the wet, creamy split of her tender vagina, the wrinkled skin teasing the flared lips of her womanhood so lasciviously.
She remained totally inert, still on her knees, feeling star-like thrills filling her rectum as he began pumping in with a certain amount of regularity. His hands still savagely gripped her tender hips as she became more and more acutely conscious of his thrusting, alien cock filling and re-filling her cuntal channel, brutally pushing into her swollen, expanded bottom, the amazing length of it literally titillating every little nerve hidden in her rectum. It widened her soft flesh, making the containing of his throbbing cock that much more bearable.
Mike stared down at the way his brutalizing cock sodomized her tender white flesh, his eyes widening in a rapacious delight at the puckered sphincter clinging to his lancing prong. Thrilling to the sight of it, aroused beyond belief, he plowed into her tunnel until his throbbing pole was totally buried, and his heavy red balls were actually wedged between the tight, straining globes of her ass-cheeks.
Whatever pain there was continued fading away, and Judy felt her breath coming back, taking on a degree of normalcy as Mike began pounding his throbbing meat in and out of her tight passage. Thrills abounded as his pulsating cock moved, and had she not felt so abused and humiliated, she probably would have enjoyed it all much more. She was a body, a body being used by him because he liked the way she looked, but she knew there was no genuine feeling for her. Not that she would have normally cared. He looked like such an animal, he was the kind of man for whom she would not be able to love. How could she blame him for not loving her. But this was all the more reason for him not to have touched her. If there was no feeling of love, he should not have permitted his animal instincts to get the better of him and humiliate her this way. If only she didn't enjoy all this fucking so much, it would be so much easier to go on hating the red-headed man.
She tried clamping the cheeks of her buttocks together, but it was no use. The lewd fire in her was building more and more rapidly. Thrills and delight grew with her subconscious acceptance of the heavy penis reaming its way through her ass again and again. Her tender body was blasted with thousands of volts of electrical thrills each time he plunged his throbbing whang into her. Strange pleasures built up in her body, and for a while she thought she might be a masochist, glorying in pain. But she began realizing there was no real pain. There was rapture in her belly, and flooding sensations of delight. This was the kind of pleasure she had been seeking when she had first started letting boys fool around with her, though she hadn't thought it would first begin to build in her rectum. I was beginning to overpower her now, rippling through her because of the wild, almost bestial plunges of the man's raping cock. She leaned forward more heavily on her shoulders, letting her ass-cheeks fan out wide, this time sucking the throbbing cock into her body willingly.
Mike could see she was totally humbled, and congratulated himself. Now the rest would be easy. And from now on, he'd be able to alternate between her and her sister, because as he was fucking her ass, the videotape camera was shooting away, and he would have pictures of himself fucking this sweet child's ass to show Gail, thereby convincing her to put out for him as well. Not only that, but both sets of pictures insured the possibility of both girls allowing their bodies to be used by customers when needed. In fact, there were customers who would be glad to give big orders for the pleasure of fucking a pair of sisters. Thoughts of taking on both girls at once, himself, sent his throbbing cock plunging through the widening rectal tunnel, plunging in until the base of his cock was sunk into her and his balls were cradled in the slit between her pussylips.
Judy gasped, feeling the weighty testicles tickling her cunt, thrilling to the way his bloated cock totally plugged her tight anus. Then he once again pulled back, allowing only the massive dome to remain inside. He teased her rectal muscle a few moments with his corona, and then nailed the heavy cock all the way into her again.
Totally forgotten now was the complete degradation of this position. The lewd sensations to which she was abandoning herself made Judy thrill all the more with the enjoyment of his blistering cock. She rocked her open ass-cheeks up against his plunging prong, lancing her craving ass-hole against the driving billy, swallowing up every last inch of it into her thrilled anus.
"Ohhhhhhh..." she gasped, and he could hear the ecstasy in her voice. "Aggghhh ... uhhhhmmmmm ... oooooh..."
"Thatta girl," Mike told her. "You got the beat, babe. You really got the beat."
"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," she begged, the licentious words sounding exciting in her own ears, especially knowing they were coming from her own mouth.
"Fuck, you bitch!" Mike yelled at her. "Keep on fucking. Just keep that round ass of yours moving. Oh God! You have to have the greatest ass I've ever fucked. Ohhhh that feels so good!"
His voice was a whip, making her hurry her up-anddown thrusts, thrilling to the way his cock was filling her rectum. She shuddered, thrilled as she had never been thrilled before. And then she heard Mike's voice scream, "I'm going to come! I'm going to come. Ohhhh Godddd! I'm going to COMMMMMMMMM!"
Hot, swollen rapids of raw semen went bursting into her raw, abused anal temple, and heated flashes of searing delight went rocketing through her tender flesh. She could feel each palpitating ejaculation of heavy fluid as his throbbing cock began emptying its stored-up load into her. The white seminal blobs seemed to fill her with delightful sensations, and she derived her own sensual pleasure feeling the spurts continue to empty into her ass. He continued moving his thick column through her rectal causeway even though she could feel it starting to shrink. At first she had no idea why he was continuing to do this, and then, the tingling which she had felt in the bottom of her rectum, suddenly swelled up and developed into a full-fledged, overpowering, thrilling climax the-likes of which she could never dream existed. It seemed to literally explode in her aching rectum, sending waves of hot dizzying pleasure running through her.
"MY GODDDDDDD!" she bellowed. "EEEEEYY-YYYAA-AAAGGGGGHHHHH!"
Her body began flailing insanely, her sore knees now digging into the mattress as she hammered her fists into the pillow at .her head. Her ass continued battering against the base of his deflating cock, still thick though shrunken, squeezing the caterpillar-like meat, trying to drain it of every last seminal drop of sperm. Her trembling body was trapped in a maelstrom of overpowering release, totally overshadowing anything she might have imagined. She felt as if she were being sucked into the vortex of an orgasmic whirlpool of unfathomable delight.
The sensation seemed as if it would last forever, and when it finally did settle down and his heavy, flaccid organ slipped out of her, he fell to the floor, lying belly-up, like a dying whale out of water. Judy simply lay there, completely out of breath, totally whacked out, unable to move. She wanted to dress and leave, but she hadn't the strength.
She remembered feeling the shame and remorse when he had started working on her, and wondered why she no longer felt ashamed. All she felt was a wonderful sensation coursing through her body. The slick fluid leaking out of her ass-hole was a medicine for the rawness he had created in her ass. Somehow it simply didn't hurt.
Looking down at his corpulent body, she should have hated him for what he did to her, yet she didn't. Not only that, but she began to realize size of a man's belly had nothing to do with the way he could use his cock.
I'll ... uhhhhh ... bet you ... uhhhh ... liked it," he gasped, grinning at her. "I'll bet you really ... uhhhhh ... liked it."
"So what?" she snapped back, finding it necessary to defend herself because of his being so snide. "It's still no excuse for what you did to me. You got what you wanted. Now give me those pictures of my sister."
"No way," Mike smiled at her. "We're really holding onto them. You see, we intend using you and your sister in our business."
"I can't do secretarial work," she naively replied. "Besides, I go to school most of the time."
"Don't worry," he assured her. "This ain't gonna interfere with your schoolwork, and it has nothing to do with being a secretary."
"What are you talking about?" Judy asked.
"I'll tell you better when your sister gets back. For now, you better get dressed. My brother and I have a lot of talking to do with you and your sister."
Judy shrugged and began dressing. When she finished, Mike showed her where the ladies' room was. She combed her hair and washed her face, wondering why she didn't hate Mike Abramson.
All cleaned up, she returned to the front office and found Gail had returned.
"Judy," Gail snapped. "What are you doing here? I told you to stay at the apartment."
"I ... came here looking for you with Bill," Judy replied.
"That eunuch!" Gail snapped. "He had to go to class," Judy said. "Judy, I want you to go back to the apartment," Gail told her sister. "I have something to discuss with the Abramsons."
"That's all right," Mike Abramson told her, coming in with Danny, who had just arrived. "The kid can stay. She might as well hear what you have to say. Then you can hear what she has to say. And afterward, the two of you can hear what we have to say."
"What are you talking about?" Gail asked, feeling apprehensive.
"Well we could start by talking about this," Mike said, handing her another picture of herself with Danny.
"My God!" Gail gasped. 'This is horrible."
"You didn't think so at the time," Danny grinned. "Now let's talk."
CHAPTER SEVEN
What the two brothers had to say to Gail and her sister was short, sweet, and succinct. Theirs was the most successful ladies' undergarment factory in the city because they always gave customers what they wanted, and what most customers wanted was cunt. From then on, the two Warren girls would be expected to service all needy customers, especially those who gave big orders. When Gail tried to convince Danny and Mike to let Judy alone, they shook their heads.
"You see," Danny told her, "a lot of these customers come from the deep South and from Latin America, where they're used to enjoying young meat. Judy would appeal to them more than you. So Judy goes home, goes to school, and on weekends, she comes into the city to stay with you. If we need her, we call."
"But she's a virgin," Gail insisted. "When the first customer finds that out, he might get mad, seeing he has an inexperienced girl who can do nothing but bleed all over him."
"We have the answer to that, too," Danny smiled. "Before she goes home tonight, Judy will leave her maidenhead behind."
"You mean you're going to..." Gail gasped.
"Me? No." Danny shook his head. "And from what Mike tells me, he's no less tired than I, but for a different reason. I was out making sales today. By the way, Seflor Blass gave us a huge order, thanks to what you did."
"Yah," Mike grunted, "And I fucked that-sweet sister of yours in the ass. So I'm kinda whacked out myself."
"So," Danny told them, "a couple of friends of ours from the loft below are willing to do the honors."
Judy gasped and huddled close to her sister.
"Yeah," Mike grunted. "Al and Mitch, the Kalgrad brothers, not only supply us with a lot of the elastic we use, but when we give em a nice treat like Judy, they tend to cut the price a little. Besides, for breaking in a tight teenage twat like Judy, they're perfect. Neither one has a cock like mine or Danny's. It'll be a lot less painful with them. And they don't take pictures. I think it'd be a good idea if Judy went down there alone. Gail, you stay here in the office and finish whatever work needs doing."
Judy was shivering as Danny pried her away from Gail. Though both sisters pleaded, the Abramson brothers remained deaf. Danny took Judy down the stairs to the ninth floor. He led her into the offices of the Kalgrad brothers where the secretaries had already gone home for the day. Down on this floor, all the rooms had carpeting in them. Directly below the Ambramson showroom was the Kalgrad showroom, only there were spools of elastic and lace on shelves around the room The huge sofa was so deep, it didn't need to be a convertible. Stains on it let Judy know she wouldn't be the first girl to be fucked on it.
The Kalgrad brothers were in their showroom when Danny walked in with Judy. Both were short men. Al, the shorter more slender one, was all of five feet four inches tall, with a huge hawk-like beak, curly black hair with patches of white, long sideburns, a thick mustache, and thick-lensed glasses. Mitch, the bulkier one of the two, was pure muscle, clean-shaven, no glasses, but with the lust shining no less brightly in his eyes. And when he and his brother saw Judy, they literally began drooling. Both men were wearing leather aprons over polo shirts and jeans.
"Okay fellas," Danny said to them. "Here she is, just like Mike promised. Go easy on her. Don't forget, we need her for our own customers. Take an hour and do what has to be done."
Before Judy could say anything, Danny had left, and she was alone with the Kalgrads in a room Mitch was locking.
"Let's not waste time, kid," Al was saying to her. "Just strip down, take off everything, and do it in a hurry. We have to get home to our wives after this is over. Come on."
Judy was terrified. She wanted to scream, but she'd learned the futility of that when she had been alone with Mike.
"Come on," Mitch snapped, digging fingers into her arm, making her wince with the strength he applied. "I can tell you may be a virgin, but looking at you, I'll bet you've played around with your share of guys. How many fellas have you pulled off? Hey, I'll bet you've even given one or two a pipe job. I can tell by looking at a girl."
His hand closed tightly around her throat as he yanked her close to him, while Al began undoing her dress and sliding it off. The sudden movement and the wicked pressure of the man's hands on her throat scared Judy so, she unthinkingly jerked away, tearing her dress as Al pulled it off.
"No fair," Mitch told her, smacking her face. "You didn't pull away from Mike when he fucked your ass. Oh yes, Mike told us."
He slapped her across the face again, hitting her so hard her head was snapped left, then right. Terrified, the young girl knew she had to get away from these maniacs. But the door was locked, and they were nine stories above the ground. There was no way for her to get away.
"Poor girl," Al laughed. "We're hurting her, Mitch. We're gonna hurt you a lot more if you don't do exactly what we tell you to do."
"Wh-what do you want me to do?" Judy sobbed.
"That's more like it." Mitch smiled. "Strip off the rest of your clothes. We want you bare-assed naked."
"Please," Judy whimpered. "Please. I've been hurt so much today. I've been humiliated. Please don't do this to me."
"You lousy little cock-tease. Mike phoned us and told us how he had you completely nude. He told us how he fucked your ass and how you loved it. Well, we're going to make you love what we're going to do to you," Mitch insisted. "Now strip!"
He grabbed her bra and tugged, and it ripped right off. In the meanwhile, Al grabbed her panties and yanked, pulling them off as well.
Judy felt a rush of cool air caress her breasts and pussy. Her hands automatically went up to cover her nakedness, but when she realized how futile her gesture was, she let them fall down. There was no use trying to hide. Mitch was right. She really had enjoyed everything the grotesque Mike had done to her. Sobbing in passive acceptance of them, she sat as Mitch pulled off her shoes and socks. Then she began trembling, feeling more humiliated than ever before. She was nakedly sitting before two strange men like some kind of sex slave.
"Come on," Al said to her. "Let's stop horsing around."
Both brothers removed their leather aprons, then quickly pulled off their clothes, standing as naked as she. Both had very hairy chests.
"On the floor, on your knees," Mitch told her. "The carpet is nice and soft, so don't worry about hurting yourself."
Judy sat there, not quite hearing him. She was so afraid, she feared any move she might make would be the wrong one.
Al grabbed her arm, yanked her down to the floor, and kicked her buttocks, snapping, "When my brother tells you to do something, you do it. Around here, we order, you obey."
He kicked her buttocks again, hurting her more with his toenails than with the pressure of his foot. Her entire body was trembling.
Helplessly she cowered in front of Mitch's widespread thighs. She looked up, hoping to convince him to stop this. When she saw his stiff whang, she almost laughed. Danny, or was it Mike, had claimed these men were built on the small side, they hadn't said just how small. Mitch's cock was all of four and a half inches long ... maybe ... and an inch and a half around. And Al had an even shorter, thinner cock. The Abramsons had been right about one thing: being deflowered by either of these two was going to be a lot less painful than being shished onto a thick kebab like that of Mike.
Mitch was, arms akimbo, looking down at her, smiling greedily. He had a muscular body, and the light seemed to bounce off each muscle in turn. Her eyes moved up and down his body, but somehow or other always managed to return to his small cock. For all its smallness, it seemed formidable enough. It was plain that Mitch Kalgrad had used his cock rather regularly. In fact, he might have used it so much, he'd actually worn it down to its present size from a much longer, thicker size. Even so, most of the boys whose cocks she'd sucked were built bigger. But compared to his brother's piddling pidookie, his was large. Al Kalgrad had what looked like an infant's pecker. It was already hard, but seemed no longer than his pinky.
She knew they were going to fuck her, and they would fuck her in every conceivable orifice. She was grateful they were so slender and small. Anything longer would have definitely caused her a lot of pain. Even so, never having taken any kind of a penis into her vagina, she knew it would hurt the first time. Once, only, she had attempted to push a small, slender candle into herself, and that had caused her a lot of pain.
Recalling what Mike's cock had done to her ass made her remember how much it had hurt to try pushing that candle into herself. God! A thick cock would have ripped her vaginal interior to shreds.
Mitch was grinning down at her, unable to visualize what she was thinking. Her staring at his throbbing cock made him think she was awed by it. He rubbed it back and forth, stroking the skinny shaft as he smiled at her.
"like it, little high-school bitch?" he asked, leering at her. "You look like you haven't had anything to eat for a while. What the hell! You've tasted other, younger cocks I'll bet. Now I'll give you a chance to eat a man's prick."
"Please, Mr. Kalgrad, please, don't do this," she begged, aware the other brother was standing nearby, watching.
"Stop opening your mouth unless you're ready to use it," Al snapped at her.
"Ohhhhhhh Godddddd!" she sobbed, tears falling in heavy cascades down both cheeks.
Terror was a heavy knot in her belly. She knew she had no choice. She had to do what they wanted. She would have to suck that cock, even with the other brother watching, which made it even more embarrassing.
"All right," she gasped. "All right, I'll do it. Let me do it as quick as I can, so I can get it over with." Staring down at the young girl, Mitch felt a vicious sense of savage pleasure. He could see she was all set to open her mouth and take his cock in, wanting to suck as fast as possible to make him shoot quickly. Well hell, he didn't want that. Christ! This was one really luscious, well-stacked little girl. Even that beak-shaped nose of hers made her alluring in her own way. He was enjoying the look of distorted anguish on her face, staring at the way she crossed her arms in front of her as if to hide her charms from him even though she was willing to suck his dick. Letting her off with simply sucking him wasn't good enough. When Mitch Kalgrad did things with a chick, she knew it. And he intended making sure this chick knew it.
"No go," he told her. "I don't want you jerking my cock off in your mouth. No, I'm gonna fuck you. I'm gonna be the first into your sweet crack, and I'm gonna make sure you know you've been fucked."
He fell to his knees next to her, pushed her back with his hands pressing against her firm, girlish breasts until she lay spread-eagled on the carpet.
Judy shut her eyes, thinking to block out all shame if she didn't have to see what was going on. She felt so helpless and defenseless, lying nakedly under him. The further embarrassment of having his brother stand by, watching her this way, made her want to scream. For all his ruthlessness, Mitch Kalgrad was still ruggedly masculine. His brother, Al, seemed like a piss-poor imitation of a man. Her mouth was slackly open, but no sounds were coming out. All she could do was lie still with her firmly trembling thighs wide apart, her breath coming so quickly she felt as if her lungs might explode. Her belly quivered, betraying her terror, as if he had a long, thick cock instead of the short, blunted instrument he was really sporting. She could no longer see the weapon as he hovered over her, his face near hers.
Mitch bent over her nude, prostrate form, lowering his face until he kissed her girlish mouth. His lips pressed hers, and his tongue snaked into her mouth, but she remained listless and totally unresponsive. Undaunted by her failure to react, he lowered his head until his mouth was hovering above her naked breast. He could see she was breathing stentoriously, boobs lightly bobbing as her chest moved up and down. He opened his mouth, then clamped his teeth on her left nipple, sucking the chocolate extension between his lips as his teeth bit into it. She groaned in pain, attempting to twist away from the sudden sharp pain, but his hands, dancing lightly over her smooth, white belly, pulled her tightly against him. His tongue roamed wetly over the palpitating swell of her breast, and though she had thought herself numb to anything, she suddenly felt a tiny, curling tendril of delight starting to work its way through her. God! She couldn't be reacting this way to the oral ministrations of such an unfeeling animal, she couldn't. This whole thing was crazy. But as he continued the slow, languorous lapping of her nipple, flattening his tongue against it and rubbing it up and down until it was so filled with blood she thought it would fountain open, she found herself breathing more and more heavily. Her small, rounded buttocks started a slow, barely visible grinding against the carpet.
"Oh am I ever gonna fuck you," Mitch told her, his mouth continuing to suck on her left breast, his eyes aflame with cruelty. "This is gonna be your first fuck and your best. No one in the world can fuck like me. And my brother here is gonna witness the whole thing. He's gonna watch you writhe and wriggle when my cock sinks into your virgin pussy. I want him to hear you scream and beg for more and more and more."
Judy lay frozen on the carpet, beneath his solid body, feeling herself becoming more and more excited at the sound of his obscenities. The very salaciousness of his suggestions seemed to arouse her that much more.
But then she realized, with the breaking of her hymen the last vestige of her girlhood would disappear. And at her young age it seemed a shame. She still had two more years of high school, and maybe even college. Yet here she was, willing to feel aroused and delighted when a vile, vicious man was about to rape her. He was doing this to humiliate and hurt her, and she felt her desire turning to sorrow. To lie under such an evil man solely to be the receptacle for his sperm, as she had accepted Mike's into her rectum, was horribly degrading. The mauling of her body by a total stranger, doing it as casually as he might help a lady across the street, with a slimy brother looking on, was too much for her. She would submit because she had to, and she would accept the pain as her punishment for not having been more obedient with her family.
She felt the lower half of Mitch's body press into hers, pulling her tightly against him. He wrapped his arms around her and they lay tightly pressed, her tits foraging through the forest of dark hair on his chest. She could feel his rigid cock between her thighs, trapped between the soft columns of tender flesh. The head actually slid between her pillarly limbs, and had it been long enough, the head would have protruded against her clenching buttocks. His mouth slammed against hers, kissing her again and again, ignoring her passivity, licking her tongue, teasing her teeth and gums, biting her lips with his teeth. He writhed his own thighs hungrily against hers, and then she felt his outstretched finger slowly moving lower, seeking her pulsing, tightly closed vaginal split. His finger dipped lower, moving between the almost naked labia, spreading them open against her will to seek out her tiny clitoral bud. The moment his finger touched it, Judy found herself mewling, opening her mouth to let him thrust his tongue that much deeper inside. She groaned and sighed, but found herself sucking on the tongue. With agonizing despair, feeling helpless, she tried maintaining control over her perversely intensifying feelings.
Abruptly, Mitch let his full weight fall on her, knocking the breath out of her. Then he gripped her tightly, rolled over, and pulled her on top of him.
"It'll be easier for you to do the job yourself," he told her. "I'm doing you a favor, letting you pop your own cherry, riding up and down on my cock. I could've just forced your legs back and slammed it into you. Now, up on your knees, put your hole right over my cock, then slide down on it as fast as you can. The faster you do it, the less pain you'll feel."
Judy was smart enough to realize Mitch was right. This would definitely be the best way for her. Besides, he was a mean bastard, and he just might hit her again if she didn't do as he ordered.
Pushing herself up on her arms, her short brown hair hanging against her cheeks, her small breasts swaying sensuously with their large nipples lightly touching the hair on his chest, she straddled him with her thighs on either side of his body. Rising, she hovered directly over the upward-pointing cock.
"Al," Mitch said to his brother, "you help her a bit. Wet her pussy a little with your finger, then bring her hole directly over my cock."
Al spit on his finger, then reached between her thighs and began rubbing her vaginal split until he was able to press a fingertip into it. Then he felt her own vaginal juices coming down and covering his finger. He rubbed the finger back and forth until he was certain the entire length of her pink juncture was wetted down. Then he fell to the floor with his head near his brother's hip, and looked up, watching to see that the wet slash was right above his brother's throbbing cock.
Judy, half-kneeling, half-sitting, thinking of what was about to happen, silently continued sobbing. The tears kept streaming down her cheeks. Through tear-blurred eyes she could see the wicked smile on his face as he reached down, gripped the base of his pulsing prick, and held it steady so she could lower herself onto it. He rubbed it back and forth as she moved lower, and she could feel the prickly point rubbing between her tender inner lips, and the immediate contact, instead of making her quake with fear, made her quiver with unwanted carnal thrills. The wild sensations instantly spiraled up through her body, charging through her nervous system, jumping from synapse to synapse, making her nipples even harder. And then...
"Unnngggghhh!" she gasped, feeling the first harsh pressure of his pulsing cockhead push against the tight elastic walls inside her widespread vaginal maw. "Uhhhh . . .n-o-o-o-o-o-o-o ... please ... don't ... don't ... don't do this to me ... it hurts..."
"You just keep that sweet body of yours relaxed," he told her. "I mean, you don't want my kid brother, here, to think you don't like men."
His hands gripped her hips tightly, his fingers clutching her twisting ass-cheeks to hold her securely in place. Less than an inch of his throbbing cock had penetrated her tight pussy. Then he rammed upward again, shoving his spear all the harder between her sensitive vaginal walls.
"Stop, stop, stop!" she screamed. "You're hurting me," she screamed as the lust-swollen point of his throbbing cock began moving through the firmly resisting tissues inside her seething vagina. He pushed up, slamming hard on her hips, his slender wand forcing her never-before-separated walls to widely part, making her gasp and scream ever more. He stretched her tight vaginal opening until Judy felt as if her tender thighs were being ripped apart.
"Aaaaggghhhh!" she screamed, writhing madly on the spear moving into her tender depths.
She jerked up the moment the head of his cock touched her hymen. Fear and pain were written all over her face, and Mitch seemed to be wearing a triumphant grin. He could tell from the pressure of her vaginal walls on his throbbing cock he was really separating her tunnel, all but ripping her apart. And he was getting tremendous enjoyment knowing his was the first cock to penetrate these hallowed halls of femininity. Her tight, defenseless cunt was his to ravage at his leisure.
Suddenly he decided he didn't want to play games any longer. He wanted to fuck this little bitch. He wanted to sink his throbbing cock as far into her tight, youthful cunt as it would go. He had to show her, as he had shown so many others, that when he ordered them to fuck, they would fuck, and do so without hesitation should he have need of them in the future. And from the tightness of this sweet young thing's twat, he knew he would want her again. Damn! All these virgin cunts were the same, at first. But once their cherries were popped, they were no different from the multitude of other cunts he had fucked. They all came to love his cock. This one would be no different.
Savagely, he rammed his ass up off the rug, at the same time pulling her warm, globular, curvaceous buttocks straight down. His rocketing cock rammed straight up into her tightness, tearing through her hymen as if it weren't there, shredding it.
"Yeeeaaaggghhhh!" she screamed as loud as she could.
She felt the raging hardness inside her slice straight up, and she was ever so thankful it wasn't a thick penis. A salami as sported by Mike Abramson would have probably made her bleed for a month.
Now that he was all the way into her, there was no stopping Mitch Kalgrad. His madly pulsating solidity pushed through her wet, tender membranes again and again, and Judy gasped, feeling nothing but pain, at first.
"Pleeeaaassse!! ! " she gasped. "You're ripping me apart."
She had never known anything like this in her life. It was totally different from the ass-rape Mike Abramson had performed. Her vagina seemed so much more sensitive inside. She could feel every ridge, every last bit of it as it sunk into the soft depths of her waiting belly. Each time he jerked his cock up, she gasped an "Annnggghhh!"
"How does it feel to have a cock inside you?" Mitch taunted.
"Uunngghh!" she gasped, the cords on her neck standing out from the strain she was undergoing.
Judy knew if she told him how much more his cock hurt, he would only increase his thrusts, hurting her more. Even now, she could feel him flexing it, making the head swell inside her, trying to urge a response from her.
"Uhhhh ... I love it, I love it," she told him unconvincingly, too afraid to offend him. The pain was lessening, but it was still there.
"Beg me to continue," he insisted.
"No, no, I can't," she gasped.
"Why not?" he teased, slamming his meat up again. "You said you loved it."
"Your brother is watching us," she lied. "I can't say anything with him looking on."
"You beg me to fuck you, you little twat, or you'll really be sorry," Mitch snarled.
He throbbed and pulsated his hot little cock inside her tight passageway, making her fearful belly quiver again. "Beg and let my brother see you little high-school bitches are no better than other cunts. Go on, beg!"
"Please, Mr. Kalgrad, don't do this to me," she pleaded, hoping to escape this one bit of humiliation.
She had some small bit of pride left, and she could tell he was trying to rob her of that. She needed that, if nothing else.
"Beg, you little cunt," he snapped. "Beg loud, and let my brother hear you."
"Oh God!" she gasped. "All right. Fuck me. Please fuck me!"
The bitter words seemed to grind into her brain, making her shame and degradation total and complete. He had robbed her of everything, including her future. All she had remaining now was the hard lump of cock buried in her cunt.
Mitch, content he had shamed her, began his slow rocking motion, humping up between the beautiful young girl's tender thighs. He felt her moistly heated pussy enlarge with each stroke as the mixture of lubrication and blood oiled the way for his throbbing piston. He heard her cry out and groan in utter defeat as he continued fucking into her.
Slowly, little by little, her body began imperceptibly responding. With each downward ride on his pole, Judy felt the pain become less and less, while seething, heated lust was rising in the tomb of her cunt. As her pride died, so her lascivious sensations came into being. He was igniting something in her, similar to the sensation she'd felt when Mike Abramson had fucked her ass, only this wanton thrill was beginning in her vagina and moving through her entire body. She was beginning to thoroughly enjoy the way his slender, narrow cock slid through her tight channel.
The young girl's entire body began to wantonly twitch and tremble, and she moaned uncontrollably as she fell forward, lowering her head. She surprised Mitch by grabbing his face between her hands, holding it steady, and pressing her lips on his. Now it was her turn to lance her tongue into the cave of his mouth, lapping and licking, making him gyrate wildly as he fucked his powering cock up into her body.
Mitch's hands trailed over her naked body, feeling the long smooth muscles under her nakedness ripple as she rode him more surely and more strongly. He felt the hotly wet walls of her seething pussy sucking strongly on his brutally buried cock. He rammed, driving it up into her belly again and again.
Judy flattened her knees out so they would press against Mitch's muscular sides. She slid up and down the short length of his throbbing cock, moving with greater speed now, feeling newly discovered rapture cannonading through her anxious body. Each time she slammed down, she felt his sperm-filled nuts rub into her ass. With a soft, sighing breath, she began riding the pulsing staff easily, moving up and down, up and down, cramming all of his wet hardness into her seething depths. She tried to get his cock-head to reach all the way into her; to feel it batter against her cervix, and she slammed her body down on his thighs with the hope of really driving it that far into her. But the cock just wasn't long enough.
All this time, Al Kalgrad had been nakedly standing by, watching his brother enjoy what was happening. He could no longer remain inactive. He knelt beside them on the floor and reached out, grabbing Judy's breasts with his left hand, rubbing them again and again.
Judy felt his inexpert fingers playing with her nipples, but she was so much in heat, any additional pressure on her body served to make her that much hotter. She could see the man's tiny, finger-like cock extending from between his kneeling thighs, and the sight of it, small as it was, made her gasp with lust.
"Mitch!" Al screamed. "I gotta do something. I can't just sit here and feel her while you fuck her. I gotta shove my cock somewhere."
"Take your pick," Mitch gasped. "Her ass or her mouth. If you want her ass, I'll make her hold still while you slip it in."
"You," Al said to Judy, grabbing her hair and making her look in his direction, "I'm gonna fuck you while you're on my brother's cock. Where do you want it, in the mouth or in the ass?"
Judy didn't have to think about it. Her ass still hurt from the reaming Mike Abramson had given it. Besides, she had taken much larger cocks than Al's in her mouth.
"My mouth," she gasped. "Put it in my mouth."
"Go on," Mitch told Al. "Shove it in her mouth." Al gripped his minuscule cock in his right hand and, getting to his feet, moved around so his feet straddled his brother's head. Then he walked forward until the little reddened tip was pressing against Judy's lips.
"Suck me," he snapped. "Go on, open your mouth and suck my dick," he moaned ecstatically.
Judy's mind no longer rebelled against doing anything. Any shame and humiliation had died some moments earlier when she saw the rapturous look on Mitch's face. She knew she had him precisely where she wanted to have any man from now on. He might be raping her at the moment, but her body had control. over his, and not vice-versa, as Mitch thought.
This was life, and not the reality of high school. This was the world outside her village, the world in which she would have to get along once she was graduated. She would think about it later, but right now the only reality was the flaming lance moving up and down through her pulsating pussy. She could feel flames lapping at her tender thighs from within, and the flames needed to be put out. And the only thing that would put them out was the juices she could extract from these two cocks. Their all-consuming lust seemed to be transmitted into her body.
With an animal groan of desire, Judy reached up with one hand and grabbed Al's boyish cock. Impaled as she was on the older brother's cock, her face was a scant two inches from the wetly pulsating point of Al's hard prong. She gripped it tightly between her fingers, teasingly stroking it up and down until her slender loins were undulating in time to the rhythm her hand had created.
Slowly, very slowly, she opened her mouth and brought it forward, her tongue flicking out. With the tip of her tongue she drilled into the small slit of his cock-head, making the man gasp.
Al took a deep breath, his body shuddering with delight from the fabulous contact of her mouth on his throbbing penis. Wild chills ran racing up and down his aching spine and he groaned, trying to hump more of his shuddering prong between her sucking lips. The kneeling girl used her lips to surround the pulsating rod, her wetly ovaled lips tightening like a band of the elastic these men made and sold. Only her lips were more delightful than any elastic they had been able to produce. She had the entire licentiously swelled cock-head sucked into her mouth, her licking tongue wrapping itself around the strawberry-sized glans. With her lips she continued gently massaging the resilient flesh while her hand cupped his tiny testicles, tickling and rubbing them as she began sucking with a maddening rhythm. She pushed her head forward, and the entire length of his throbbing rod filled her mouth. She had her lips pressed up against the brillo covering his groin, and his twitching pecker was nowhere near her throat. She compressed her tongue against her palate and was gratified to hear him gasp in amazed delight.
"Oh shit!" Al yelled to his horizontal brother. "You were right about this kid having used her mouth before. Either that, or she's the greatest natural cocksucker in the world. She is fabulous!"
Judy, feeling his cock throbbing wildly, sucked the trembling whang all the harder, anxious to make him come in a hurry so she would have only one brother with which to deal. Her teeth dug into the flesh of his cock each time she pulled her head back, and white trails of teeth scrapings were visible. Her tongue licked furiously, rubbing the underside, then swirling around on top, making his hard cock feel surronded with her saliva until he thought the prick was actually drowning in a pool of hot sputum.
Her body was running up and down on Mitch's cock, moving all the faster, fucking him that much harder. She bounced wildly while her mouth continue sucking, feeling the two cocks working their way through her delicate cunt and tender mouth. Tremendous waves of sensual delight were whirling through her. Her complete, shuddering, naked, kneeling body was inwardly enlarging, ready to blow up in a multitude of thrilling, wonderful sensations. She would burst and explode around the pressure of the two moving phalluses, both pulsating wildly inside a part of her, her body feeling as if they would meet somewhere in her belly. She sucked maddeningly on the eager little pecker thrusting into her mouth, and caused her body to anxiously slam down onto the slightly thicker penis slamming into her wetly dilating tunnel.
"Unnhhh ... annnhhh ... ooonnnnhhh..." she gasped, unable to say more with the skinny little whang forcing her to keep her tongue pressing against her palate. This was wonderful. It had become heaven, and she knew it would be even better when it was with some boys she really liked. If only there was more.
As if her prayer was being heard, the showroom door, which she had believed to be locked, suddenly opened and Danny Abramson was standing there.
"Hey, I see you guys aren't finished," he noted.
"How'd you ... uhhhh ... get in?" Mitch asked. "I locked the door."
"The keys to my office fit the keys to yours," Danny told him. "I just unlocked the showroom door with a key."
"So now that you're here, join in," Al invited.
Danny, looking at the wild movements of the young girl, nodded, and said, "Don't mind if I do."
Stripping down, he revealed his to be the best body of the three. Judy, still sucking on Al's tiny cock, could see the heavy thickness sported by Danny and decided it was almost as big as Mike's.
"Hey," Danny told Al, "you go around to her ass. I think it's time she got a taste of some good meat."
Shrugging, Al pulled out of her mouth and Danny rammed in, missing only one beat of her bouncing on Mitch's cock. Now Judy had a log crammed into her mouth. She felt as if she would gag as he rammed the stiff meat to the back of her mouth and, with his hand on the back of her head, kept her in place while thrusting deeper, pushing his cock-head into her tight, narrow larynx. Judy felt herself choking and gagging, yet Danny continued pushing, pushing, pushing, ramming his entire pole into the clutching depths of her esophagus. She felt ready to regurgitate at one point, but the thick cock remained buried in her throat, and she finally relaxed, letting her throat muscles open wide.
"Come on, baby," he said to her. "Suck it! Suck it good!"
Now she began to catch her breath, her nostrils flaring as she inhaled, breathing in the strong masculine scent he exuded. Her head began sliding back and forth on the thick wiener and she sucked, savoring the meatiness of it, biting it, actually chewing it, and pressing her tongue strongly against the bottom.
"Thatta girl," Danny murmured. "You'll be better than your sister. Take it from a guy whose cock has felt both of you."
And then she felt Al pressing his tiny dong into the tight narrowness of her rectum. At first she thought she would feel pain similar to when Mike Abramson had fucked into her. But as he slowly began pressing into her ass, she realized there was almost no pain this time. Her ass channel, widened earlier by the massive baton attached to Mike Abramson, was easily able to accommodate this minuscule member. He slammed all the way in, and Judy felt some slight discomfort for a few moments, but as he worked his cock in and out she realized she was enjoying it more and more. Now she could feel wild sensations building in three places at once. The pressure of Danny's thick cock, rubbing back and forth in her gullet, was enhancing wild sensations in her throat as well. She'd had no idea she was erotically sensitive there, but suddenly came to understand there wasn't a part of her body that was immune to sexual arousal.
Judy's body was lewdly churning, every muscle in her naked, quivering self was tensed as she strained her hips against the maddening probe in her anus, then slammed down against the fountain pen in her cunt. And then the one in her throat was building her to new, unexpected heights. Her mounting sensations of inflamed desire were enhanced all the more with every movement as she helplessly squirmed on the three hard cocks rammed into her tender body.
Christ! Every cock inside her felt as if it were alive, a thing unto itself and not an attachment to some man. The cock in her ass, small as it was probed as if trying to reach up into her belly, while the one in her cunt continued digging in the hope of touching her cervix. And the one in her mouth barely retreated before slamming itself back in again. All three men were not only in her, but were part of her, building and enhancing thrills in her as she'd never imagined they could exist. What she was undergoing at this moment was something most women would never know in all their lives. God! The thrills were building higher and higher. The three phalluses moved with cadent rhythm, in and out, in and out, making her writhe and wriggle as nothing she had ever sensed. Her nostrils flared all the more as she deeply breathed the combined scent of all three of them. The virile, pulsating phalluses rubbed her sensitive zone, building the wildest thrills higher and higher until she felt she no longer had control of herself. Everything in her body seemed to roll together into one big fiery, aching ball. Her wetly voracious nookie contracted all the more tightly around Mitch's seething cock, while her mouth sucked all the more strongly on Danny's pulsating prong and her ass clenched the narrow rod of Al's throbbing putz. Her body was trying to scream out the thrills it was feeling as she shuttled between the three of them, feeling the most insane sensations she had ever known. Flames seared relentlessly through her. She could feel her blood boiling, and she knew she was reaching some sort of peak. Fire ran from her belly into her breasts, up into her throat, then all the way down into her rectum. Perspiration was rolling off her tender body, falling in buckets all over the carpet, as well as on Mitch's body.
"Gonna come, gonna come, GONNA COM-MMMMMMMMME! UUUUGGGGHHHHH!" Mitch gasped, and he began firing his hot seed into her trembling pussy. This seemed to set off the erotic dynamite in her vaginal canal, and though her mouth was stuffed with the sausage of Danny's cock, she gagged out a, 'GGGGHHHHHAAAAARRRRRRGG-GGGHHHHH!" and bucked to the rhythm of the jism shooting into her tight cunt. This speeded up the movement of the cock in her ass, and suddenly she felt a second jolt blast through her as she hit the top with an anal orgasm.
"UUUUGGGGHHHHAAAGGGHHH!" she gasped, the cock still keeping her from shouting too loud. But tight contractions of her ass tugged so strongly on Al's cock, he screamed, shouting "MOTHERFUCKER, MOTHERFUCKER, MOTHER-FUCKERRAAGGHHNNGGG!"
Judy screwed her tight buttocks back against the short man so his small, jerking penis remained locked inside of her, and he was able to fire all his spunk into her tight, clutching, rectal canal. His hands dug wickedly into her waist as he pulled her back against him, keeping her steady so he could shoot all his seething balm as far into her as possible.
Judy jerked and jolted as the two men continued completing their climaxes. Her firm breasts bounced wildly up and down, and Danny, on the threshold of completion, reached down and tightly grabbed her flapping tits, feeling her nipples sear the palms of his hands as he grabbed them. He squeezed them, feeling their delightful youthful resilience, and humped his hard cock all the more quickly into the bruised young girl's mouth. And then his own spunk came spewing up out of him, shooting into her sucking mouth. Her tiny throat was unable to swallow it all at once and it backed up, frothing out around the sides of her mouth, dripping down her cheeks, running along her jaws, and sliding down her neck.
"WHAAHAAWWAAOOOWW!" Danny screamed, and the sound of Judy's voice completely blotted out the gargling sound of Judy's as she gasped. "HAAN-NGGHHH!" An oral orgasm had blistered through her as she was recovering from the other two, and she violently trembled, unable to control herself any longer. She felt as if the top of her head had been blasted off by a volcanic eruption.
CHAPTER EIGHT
When Danny Abramson left his office, Mike Abramson was in the back of the factory, in the men's room, clearing his colon. Gail Warren, remembering the number of Bill Barth's father's parking garage, called, and was relieved to hear Bill answer the phone. She hurriedly told him what was going on, and Barth told her not to worry. He would be down as quick as possible.
Gail wasn't worried for herself as much as she was for Judy. This was no life for a girl of her youth to discover.
When she'd first arrived back at the factory, she was going to give the Abramsons a piece of her mind for what they had pushed her into. Isak Blass had been a gentleman about it ... after he'd finished fucking her a second time. He'd bought her new underwear and a new dress before letting her go back to the Abramson factory. Had the two brothers approached her a bit more discreetly, and had Danny made love to her a few more times, it was very probable she would have agreed to do something like this with no pressure whatsoever. The very crassness of the way they went about getting her to do this was what angered her. She wanted to be treated like a person. She wanted respect, even if the man was fucking her. At least Blass had shown her respect. But the Abramsons, by their very behavior, had proven they respected no one.
"Whatcha thinking of?" Mike Abramson asked, waddling into the office.
"Nothing in particular," she replied.
"Hey, you know, I feel good again. How about you and me doing a number while we're alone?"
"Sure," Gail nodded, "but I'm not going back into the showroom. I don't need any more pictures taken of me."
"So, where d'you wanna fuck? You wanna fuck in the factory, on the cutting table."
"How about right here, on my desk," she invited. "Yeah, hey, that sounds like a great idea," he acknowledged. "You want we should do something imagine?"
"A straight fuck will suit me fine," Gail told him.
"Okay," he nodded, dropping his pants. And for the first time Gail was able to appreciate the agony her sister must have suffered. Seeing the size of Mike's magnificent whang almost made her eyes fall out. God! It was the biggest, thickest thing she'd ever seen.
"I don't have to get undressed, do I?" she asked.
"Nan! Just take off the panties and raise the dress," he grunted.
Slipping her panties off, Gail lay down on the desk and parted her thighs, pulling her dress back. Mike got up on the desk, moved between her thighs, and quickly thrust his heavy meat into the tightness of her slick cunt. It was still greasy with the secretions of Isak Blass, and his cock moved right in. He began humping back and forth, but the lack of friction caused by Blass's sperm meant it would take a long, long time for him to come. He grunted and gasped, throwing his cock into her with steaming regularity, pounding away with all his strength.
Bill Barth pulled the tow truck up outside the building and hurried inside. The hallway smelled of dank sweat and rat droppings. He went to the elevator and pressed the button, but after a while became cognizant of the fact the elevator had stopped running for the night. Checking his watch, he saw it was nearly seven P.M. It was almost dark. He would have to take the stairs.
Gail hadn't told him Judy had been taken to the ninth floor, so he bypassed the ninth and went to the tenth floor. Outside the door leading into the factory, he paused to catch his breath. A ten-story climb could take the best out of any man. He was sweating heavily.
Hearing from Gail had made him glad. She needed him. She would always need him. And what the hell, if she wanted to be fucked, why the hell should he say no.
Opening the door, he entered the Abramson factory, turned right, and opened the door to the office. There, on the desk, he saw the grotesque red-headed man pounding into Gail's cunt. At first he thought the man was raping her, but when he heard Gail gasp, "Harder, harder!" he realized it was all willingness on her part.
On the floor, near the door, he saw the large brown manila envelope. He picked it up, opened it, and took out the photos. He saw both, Gail and Judy, being fucked by the Abramson brothers. Seeing it made him angry. If Gail wanted to be a tramp and throw her life away, that was one thing. But she had no right dragging her kid sister into it. When Gail had phoned, she had made it sound as if Judy was being madly attacked. But if that was the case, why was she now fucking this gross son of a bitch.
Stepping into the room, he saw the two going at it hot and heavy.
"like it?" Mike was grunting.
"Yes," Gail was gasping.
And then Gail saw Bill. The widening of her eyes caused Mike to turn his head. He saw Bill behind him and tried to stand up, but Gail's thighs were wound tightly around him, clutching him to her. He couldn't move.
"Let me go, you dumb twat," he snapped at her. "Let me go!"
Bill, who had brought a jack handle from the tow truck, swung it once, and it dented Mike's skull a good two inches. The man collapsed on top of Gail, who had to shove hard to throw him to the floor.
"Oh, Bill," she sobbed. "Thank God you got here."
"Why?" he asked. "So I could witness you putting out for that pig?"
"Bill, don't you understand. I had to do it. I had to keep him busy so he wouldn't see you when you came in."
"And what explanation do you have for these?" he asked, throwing the photos at her.
"Danny, the older brother, made love to me, yesterday," she confessed. "I was feeling all hot and bothered after having been with you, and when he made overtures I couldn't help myself. I didn't know he was going to take pictures."
"You really are a bitch, Gail."
"Does that mean you don't love me anymore?" she asked, slipping on her panties.
"You know better than that," he replied.
"We have to save Judy," she told him, looking down at the body of Mike Abramson. "Is he dead?"
"I don't think so," Bill replied. "I hope not. I may love you, but you aren't worth killing a man for. Where's
Judy?"
"Downstairs on the ninth floor," she replied.
"You call the police and an ambulance for this creep," Bill told her. "I'll go down to the ninth floor."
Leaving Gail, he headed for the stairway and hurried down to the ninth floor. Entering the factory, he took the same route he'd taken on the tenth floor, stepping around a bin full of elastic spools. He could hear the sounds coming from the showroom.
When Danny Abramson had gone into the showroom, he left the door unlocked, and Bill pulled it open in time to see Danny unload his cock into Judy's throat. Crossing the floor, he hit Al Kalgrad first. The ugly, zit-faced, banana-nosed man collapsed. Danny tried pulling away, but Judy, seeing Bill's reflection in a dirty window pane off to the side, bit down hard, keeping Danny's cock locked in her mouth, and when he smacked her face to make her let go, Bill reached him, whacking him with the jack handle. Then, as Judy leaped up, he hit Mitch Kalgrad twice, and the short man lay back, completely unconscious.
"Is Gail all right?" Judy asked, starting to dress.
"Yes," Bill nodded, tight-lipped.
"What's the matter, Bill?" Judy asked.
"I suppose you're going to tell me they forced you to do this," Bill said.
"At first," Judy nodded. "But as they fucked me I came to like it. I came to like it a lot. I won't lie to you, Bill. Now that I've been introduced to fucking, I intend to continue."
"Are you sure that's what you want?" he asked.
"I'm sure," she nodded. "But from now on, I intend only fucking those boys who I like."
"How about me? Do you like me?"
"Why, Bill? What are you asking?"
"Nothing, really. You see, I've decided I like you, Judy. And I won't ask you. I'll tell you. I want to fuck you. Oh, not here and now."
"Gee, you're Gail's fianc'."
"Not really. After I saw what Gail was doing, there's no way I'm going to end up marrying her."
"She'll feel rotten."
"Not really. You see, I know you and Gail are two of the nicest girls around. And if the two of you can be made to behave this way, I think it would be easy enough to make just about any girl behave like this. So I don't think I'm ever going to get married."
"As I said, Gail's going to be terribly disappointed."
"No, I don't think so. I have something else in mind."
"What could that be?"
"No, I'm not going to tell you. When it's ready, you'll see."
"I hope it's something I'll like."
"You will, when the time comes. Come on, let's get back upstairs to Gail."
The two of them walked upstairs and joined Gail. They waited in silence.
Eventually the ambulance arrived and carted off the four men, and the police began questioning Gail and Judy. The two girls explained how the Abramsons had raped them, videotaping the action. A subsequent search of the premises turned up videotape prints of everything, including nearly twenty other secretaries they had coerced into working for them the same way.
The police took Bill's jack handle, but assured him there was little chance of anyone prosecuting him for what he had done. Both the Abramson and the Kalgrad factories would have new ownership.
It was nearly nine-thirty before the police left, and then Bill crowded the two girls into the front of his tow truck and drove to Gail's apartment. Gail invited him upstairs for supper. He accepted.
"Well," Gail said, "I guess I have to go looking for a new job tomorrow."
"No," Bill told her. "I have the perfect job for you. My father's midtown dispatcher quit today. It's an easy job, and it pays well. Would you like the job?"
"Honest?" Gail asked.
"Uh-huh," he nodded. "Normally it would pay about a hundred eighty five a week, but I'll see to it you get two fifty to start, and maybe that could work out to a lot more."
"Gee, Bill, you're terrific," Gail whispered.
CHAPTER NINE
"This is a beautiful apartment," Gail said.
"I thought you'd like it," Bill said, nodding to her. "Move all your things out of that fleabag you live in now."
"You mean this is for me?" Gail asked, staring in wonder.
It was Saturday, and Judy was with Gail, amazed at the plushiness of the huge apartment.
"This is for all of us," Bill said, smiling at them. "I know Judy still has to go to school, and she'll have to stay with your folks until she is graduated. But on weekends she can come here, too."
"Bill, what are you talking about?" Gail asked.
"It's very simple. Even though I'm going to college, I'm also learning to take over my father's parking garages. Right now I'm earning better than six hundred a week, clear. So I can easily afford this place. This is where I live from now on. And Gail, this is where you live, too. From now on we share this apartment, and there's another bedroom for Judy when she comes on the weekends."
"Why do you want Judy here?" Gail asked.
"Why else? To fuck her, of course."
"Bill!" Gail gasped. "You, of all people? How could you be so evil?"
"Me, evil? Honey, when I tried respecting you, you threw me out of your apartment. Now I'm going to fuck you as long as you please me. And when you stop pleasing me, I'll toss you out on your keester. The same goes for your sister, and all the other girls I intend bringing here."
"Other girls?"
"Yeah. You opened my eyes, Gail. You're right about not putting a woman on a pedestal. A cunt is a cunt. All it's good for is fucking. A woman is merely the shell surrounding a cunt. From now on, that's the way I intend treating all my women. You'll live here in the apartment with me. The money you earn at my father's garage you can put in a bank account and save up for your old age. I'll pay all your expenses as long as you live with me. I'll fuck you regularly. Any kids you have will be my kids. They'll have my name. And if you live with me for seven years, you'll be considered a common-law wife, which means you might even inherit everything if I die before you and you're still living here. Misbehave, and I'll throw you the hell out of here."
"Well if that's the case, there's no reason for me to even start living with you," Gail snapped.
"You are oh-so-wrong," Bill told her. "Go on upstairs to the master bedroom and see what I mean."
Gail mounted the plush steps of the duplex and walked into the huge master bedroom. It was luxurious, with gold carpeting and off-white Spanish Provincial furniture. The bed was huge, and could sleep six comfortably. What caught Gail's eye were the picture frames on the wall. Most of them were empty, but two of them directly over the bed, had photos in them. And as she walked closer she saw a picture of Danny Abramson clearly fucking her. And the second photo was a clear shot of Mike Abramson fucking Judy in the ass.
"I took those photos with me that night," Bill explained, "and from now on, if you girls don't want these photos circulated all over New York, you're both going to do exactly as I say. And right now, what I say is, strip! I intend fucking the two of you together, one on top of the other, with one cunt right over the other cunt. I'm going to shove my cock in one, then pull it out and shove it into the other. It'll be a kind of contest. And the one who gets my sperm will be the winner, and the winner is the one who gets to sleep with me all weekend."
"Bill, you wouldn't," Gail gasped.
"Oh yes he would," Judy smiled, though her face was a bit pale.
"Oh yes I would," Bill agreed, undoing his belt. "From now on, you girls are my own private nookie for as long as I want. Who knows? It might even be forever."
