Greed is a plague of mankind. Whether it is an inherent or acquired condition makes no difference. What man or woman can say that he or she has never once been greedy? It makes many accountants into executives, and a lot of soldiers into dictators. It has its place in all walks of life and all strata of society-from politicians to playboys, from pimps to pushers.
And what about those who are exploited by the greedy? Those who find they become mere pawns in complex games of blackmail or widespread networks of prostitution? For them, greed becomes a force of destruction, not a mechanism for enhancement.
Amber Houston, the sixteen-year-old schoolgirl in this story is a young, innocent girl who has lived a somewhat sheltered life, a girl who falls into a web of depravity created by others' greed. Her reputation-and then her life-threatened, she is faced with a trying dilemma which appears to have no solution.
VIOLATED VIRGIN-a story about greed and its effect on one young girl, but in reality, a story about mankind as a whole.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
In all her sixteen years, Amber Houston had never seen anything so exciting as the city. It was like entering a totally new world, she decided. Even Pittsburgh, the hub of her little home community, was only a pimple compared to this. She sat entranced, peering out the window of the charter bus, heart beating rapidly behind the soft cushion of a delicate little left tit.
It was one huge metropolitan sprawl from Philadelphia eastward, she decided. Grim Philly and Trenton, sedate, established Princeton. Miles and miles of suburbs sandwiched between industrial areas, with huge smokestacks belching odors and yellow clouds into the atmosphere. The urban jungles of east Jersey floating past the bus window, and on the skyline, Manhattan, tall buildings and guttering lights that outshone the stars in the blue-black sky. She was glad they were entering New York by night. She'd never forget this glamorous vision of the magic city.
Scott was in the seat beside her, his arm around Amber. She looked at him, eyes aglitter. "Have you ever seen anything so-so-"
"It isn't Waynesburg," he said, shaking his head in appreciation.
"Oh," she said, "I wish we didn't have that damned schedule to follow while we're here. I wish we could just let our feet take us wherever we want to go. Maybe we can. It shouldn't be that hard to sneak away, should it? God, there are thirty-three of us, and just Mr. and Mrs. Palmer for chaperones-I bet we could do it."
"We'd get in trouble," Scott pointed out.
"Be worth it," Amber insisted.
His hand slipped down her shoulder. The tips of his fingers grazed the soft curve of her right tit. Amber sighed and purred and eased herself a little closer to him. His hand dropped lower and cupped the small, plump mound. She felt her nipple beginning to harden inside her bra.
"Hold me," she murmured. "Oh, yes, just like that. My heart is speeding up-put your other hand here-feel it? I think I'm going to kiss you. Do you mind?" She puckered her lips knowing damned well he didn't mind, and she was just about to touch them to his mouth. "Oh, shit," Amber said. "Quick! Let go! Mrs. Palmer is looking this way!" Scott's hands dropped from her tits. Amber straightened up and forced herself to stare resolutely at the window and the vista of New York City ahead. Tonight, she thought, when we get to the hotel. Maybe, just maybe.
* * *
Mrs. Palmer was an English teacher at the high school and chaperon, with her husband, for the class trip. A stocky, greying, totally humorless woman, she enjoyed being in charge. Her passion was copying and re-copying the list of activities planned for the thirty-three students making the grand excursion to the big city. She'd have made a good drill sergeant. After checking the group into the hotel and passing out the list of assigned roommates, she lined up the kids in the lobby and addressed them, rather like Julius Caesar haranguing his troops before a battle with the Gauls, Amber decided.
"You have your room assignments. Boys will be on the eighteenth floor, girls on the fifteenth. There will be NO traffic from floor to floor. Is that understood?" A chorus of nods followed, many of them sincere. Amber was holding Scott's hand. She looked at him and made a funny face. Mrs. Palmer missed almost nothing, but she didn't see the glance that passed between the young couple.
"It's now 10:51," Mrs. Palmer went on. Her husband stood beside her. No one was surprised that he let her do all the talking. It would take more than meek Mr. Palmer to dominate Mrs. Palmer. "I suggest that we all get to bed early and get a good night's sleep. Tomorrow, promptly at eight-thirty, we shall meet in the hotel restaurant for breakfast. Tomorrow is a busy day. We'll see the American Museum of Natural, History, the Empire State Building, the World Trade Center, Radio City Music Hall, and the Museum of Modern Art, so let's all rest tonight and be bright and cheery in the morning. Are there any questions? If not, then Mr. Palmer will conduct the boys to their floor. Young ladies, come with me."
"Oh, shit," Cathy Ferguson groaned, sinking onto her narrow bed. "Is that old bitch enough, or is she too much?"
Amber flipped on the air conditioner. The room was hot and musty-smelling. This wasn't one of the better hotels in town, but it was cheap, and easy on the class's low field-trip budget. A cool draught blew out, noisily, and the atmosphere in the room seemed to improve a bit more with each clank of the fan. At least, Amber thought, I wasn't assigned to share a room with Mrs. Palmer. God, what a night Susie Barta had ahead!
"What we should do," mused Amber aloud, "is lose Mrs. Palmer while we're here. The principal would probably commend us at the next assembly."
"Yeah," Cathy agreed, "and Mr. Palmer wouldn't mind either! Can you imagine what it's like living with her all the time?"
"I don't even want to imagine it." Amber looked at the telephone. Wasn't Scott even going to call and tell her goodnight? He'd had fifteen minutes to get settled in his room. "If Scott calls," she told Cathy, "holler for me. I'll be in the bathroom."
It was a small bathroom and kind of on the grubby side. The plumbing was old and the tub didn't look very clean. And the mirror above the sink was cracked, mended with a strip of yellowing Scotch tape. Yuck! Amber thought, closing the door behind her.
She pulled her sweater up and off, stretching lazily when she'd removed it. My tits are tired, she thought. Her hands covered the filmy nylon cups of her bra. Tender nipples throbbed inside, and she caressed them for a few moments with her fingertips, pulling and stroking till her nipples made little erect points in the bra. She took her hands away and looked down. The large rosy aureoles of her nipples shone through the shimmery nylon and the tips stuck out boldly. Mmmm, she thought, quite satisfied.
Next she unhooked her bra and let it fall like a leaf to the floor. Her tits palpitated with her breathing, the little nipples jiggling ever so slightly. She covered the bare breasts with the palms of her hands and squeezed, more firmly this time. Warm feelings raced through her sixteen-year-old body and Amber felt quite pleased with herself on this exciting night
She had a right to be satisfied with herself. She was, admittedly, a lovely girl, with fluffy, short blonde hair curling round a plump, pretty face. Her eyes were large and very blue, and she had a small, cute nose between them and, below the nose, a small, red-lipped mouth which, when parted in a happy smile, showed white, small teeth that glistened with perfection.
Her tits were small and pointy, jutting saucily from her chest, and they were soft and moist to, the "touch, as she reminded herself by touching them. The nipples tingled with excitement and thrust out in rubbery little erections from then-rosy red bases. Her aureoles were large round circles, covering the whole end of each titty, and they itched right now. Amber scratched the itch with her slender fingers, and the nipples seemed to stiffen a little more.
She ran a hand down her body, across the rounded tummy showing above the low-riding waistband of her slacks. Her skin was soft as a baby's and she liked it that way. She unbuttoned her slacks and wiggled her ass, making them fall into a pile at her feet, where she stepped out of them carefully. Under the slacks she wore only a pair of panties, beige to match her bra. Little curls of silky dark blonde hair wisped from the legs of her panties. She reached down to tuck them inside the skimpy bikinis, but it was no use. She had too much pubic hair to keep concealed by such tiny panties.
Amber opened her suitcase and took out her nightshirt. She was just starting to put it on when there was a knock at the door. "Amber? Telephone."
Ooohh, she thought. Scott! She dropped the nightshirt and hurried out, bare except for her shoes and panties. The telephone was on a night stand between the two single beds and Amber flopped onto her own, lying on her belly as she picked up the receiver. "Hello," she purred. "Is that you, Scott?"
"Listen, I've gotta talk quick. Can you come up to the nineteenth floor right now? That's where I'm calling from. Look for a door marked solarium. It's at the end of the main hall-it'll be to your right when you get off the elevator. There's a sign on the door that says closed, but don't pay any attention. Just come on in. I'll be waiting. In fact, I am waiting. There's a phone here, and that's where I'm calling from. Mmm, wait'll you see it. Nice view. Nice everything."
"I'll be right there," Amber said excitedly, "unless Mrs. Palmer catches me. So don't go away. Kiss-kiss. Bye."
She jumped off the bed. "Where are you going?" Cathy asked, in the midst of taking off her dress. Her pajamas were laid out on the dressing table.
"Got a late date," Amber replied. She ducked into the bathroom and grabbed her sweater. No time to fool with the bra. She put on her slacks too, not bothering to zip them.
"Be careful," Cathy warned. "Mrs. P. may be prowling the halls in search of-what did she call it?-cross-traffic?"
"Chance I have to take," Amber grinned, opening the hall door and peering both ways before she stepped out.
* * *
She took the elevator and followed Scott's directions. Yes, there it was. Solarium, the sign read, and the other sign advised her that it was closed. She tried the door. It was locked. She tapped on it, and the door opened from inside. "How did you get in?" she asked Scott as he took her in his arms. "It's locked."
"I sprung it. With my driver's license. You're supposed to use credit cards, or at least that's what they always use on TV, but I didn't have any. A plastic driver's license works as well as anything. How do you like it?"
Amber slipped out of his arms and looked around. "It's beautiful," she said. And it was. The solarium was a little enclosed room with a terrace outside, set off by glass doors. She could see half the city peeking through the glass doors, and the lights shimmered and glowed below her and all around. "Can we go out there?"
Scott shook his head. "I don't know how to jimmy the lock. But it's nice in here, too, isn't it?"
It was. There were plants, and couches and chairs, and he'd turned on a single small light in one corner which sent romantic shadows sprawling across the floor. Amber turned to him, her breasts jiggling under her clingy sweater. "Oh, wow," she said. "And it's all ours."
As they kissed hungrily, he walked her across the floor. She let herself be guided, trusting him. Her knee bumped something, and then they were settling downward, onto one of the couches she'd noticed amid the shadows. It was soft and comfortable and she sank onto it, her hands still caressing Scott's cheeks while their mouths were glued together.
His hands were busy, rubbing Amber up and down. She squirmed and wiggled while he caressed her, putting herself into positions that enabled him to get better and better grips on her body. One of his hands slipped beneath her sweater, racing upward to snatch a bare tit. She sighed into his mouth and breathed heavily, her tit swelling and throbbing in his hand.
"Oh, yeah," she said, breaking off the kiss and settling back on the couch. Her legs parted. Scott dropped to his knees on the floor, moving between Amber's legs. He gently lifted her sweater, baring her tits. He took her pointed titties in hand, kneading them like the precious, delicate little treasures they were. "Do that," she-whispered, "yes, please do that." Her nipples ached in his palms and she wondered if he could feel the longing that simmered inside her.
Wondered, too, how much longer she could go on saying no to him, how much longer she wanted to go on saying it.
He leaned in and his open mouth brushed the tip of one boob. Her nipple vibrated at the touch of his tongue and then he was sucking on her, sucking hungrily, furiously, using a lot of tongue and jaw action. She wrapped her arms round his head and hugged him tightly while he nursed her.
At the same time he slid his hand down her tummy, worked fingers inside the waistband of her slacks. She groaned from deep in her chest and reached down to help him. She popped the button of her pants and he was pulling them down her jiggling thighs, taking panties along with them. His hand swooped in, closed like a vise on the dark-blonde hair and the sweet young pussy it fleeced. Amber moaned in delight as his fingers began to tickle her tight slit.
She could feel moisture beginning to leak from her already. His finger soaked itself in the wetness, then rubbed it back into Amber's hot cuntal flesh. He gave her right breast the same kind of oral loving he'd given the other one. His teeth dug gently into hey soft, yielding flesh, and his tongue scraped over her stiff hot nipple, again and again and again.
He came up between her legs, settled atop her carefully, not coming down too hard. Amber grabbed his cheeks again and she kissed him savagely while her bare crotch rubbed semicircles against his lower body. She felt the hard stab of cock, stiff in his pants.
"No, off me," she murmured, and he slid to the left. She sidled up to him, her hand going into his lap. Sighing, she fondled the massive spear in his pants, testing its shape and rigidity. Her fingers were slender and deft as they unzipped his pants and crept inside. She penetrated the opening of Scott's under shorts and then her hand was clutching his hard-on, massaging it with all the freedom of movement she could exert in the cramped space.
He unbuckled his belt and dropped his pants, kicking them off when they'd fallen. Amber removed her hand, tugged his shorts midway down his thighs. His cock sprang up, unbearably stiff.
"Uh-huh, baby," Scott said in approval as her hand captured him again and she began to work her hot little fist up and down the full length of his dick.
"Let me," he urged, taking her tits again. His fingers were hard and solid on the tender little nips, and she shivered nervously. Her hand went faster and faster on his cock. She felt his pulse beating through the flesh of his rod, and her own pulse was nearly as swift and racing. Her face flushed-she could feel the moist warmth flooding from beneath her fluffy blonde hair, down her temples and cheeks, spreading as far down as her nipples. Her armpits were moist with sweat and there was a musky, cunty smell in the air of the solarium that emanated from between Amber's soft fleshy thighs.
"Let me," he said, "let me fuck you."
Amber groaned. He was toying with her nipples still, but one of his hands was lower now, exploring between her legs again. A finger poked along the tight slit of her cunt, parting the puffy, hair-fringed lips, getting into clit country, and she couldn't sit still. Her heart thumped wildly behind her left tit and her head was aswim with passion and longing.
"No," she murmured. "I can't. I really can't."
"PLEASE!" His voice rose to a high pitch and she felt shivers on her spinal column, the bones and muscles vibrating in key with Scott's vocal tone. Again he tickled her slice.
"I can't," she said again. Oh, Jesus, how long could she go on telling him no? How long did she want to go on telling him no? She didn't want to refuse now. But she was afraid of getting pregnant. Of getting a bad reputation. Of her parents finding out. Of everything. When I do it, she thought, I want to do it out of love. I want to present my hymen to the man who means everything to me. Isn't that what a woman is supposed to do? Mom said so. She said there was nothing so beautiful as going into your wedding bed a virgin, as proving to your husband that he was the first, the very first. But what did that mean nowadays?
Amber didn't know what to do. It was always thus, when she was with Scott. Couldn't she just let go and spread her legs and beg him to climb aboard? They'd come so close, so often. Dry humping, it was called. Both of them naked, him lying on her, their loins grinding together until both of them orgasmed in shudders and groans.
Sometimes she let him slip his cock between her legs. She'd close her thighs on its hot stiffness, and they'd work together, his rod rubbing the hell out of her crack and agitating the bud of her little clit, and he'd shoot his sticky cum and she'd quiver and explode in a climax of her own, and they'd he together hugging and kissing and sharing the wonderful sensations over and over again. Was that so much different from fucking? Well, he didn't actually put it inside her, and that did make a lot of difference, admittedly.
At other times they would use their hands on each other-or, not quite so often, their mouths. She didn't mind having his cock in her mouth, and she didn't object when he shot off, either. She couldn't swallow his cum-the only time she'd tried, it had made her sick and she'd run out to barf. But the feel of him squirting across her tongue was an excitement of its own. In fact, she thought, stroking his cock now in the hotel solarium, she had done everything except actual penetration of the pussy. What kind of innocent virgin did that make her, really? Not much.
Amber's heart twittered inside her body and she looked round at the dimly-lit room. Should she? Should she let him do it? Here? Now? With all the plants watching, and the city lights bright on the other side of the glass doors? Her fist tightened on his pecker and she heard him gasp. His finger stiffened against her clit and she gasped, too. Oh, God, it was starting to happen! How could she think clearly when she was coming? She couldn't. All she could do was give his cock a fast, quivery jerk, and then he was coming and moaning too, his sperm flowing down over her hand in thick, almost blistery hot streams. "Jesus," she sobbed, the spasms racking her loins, her head nestled against his shoulder. Her fist was full of jism and his cock starting to go soft in her hand.
Amber shook her head, straightening up. She fondled his limp cock, hearing the squish of cum on her fingers and on his flesh. Her breathing was only beginning to return to normal, and that sex flush still kept her face and tits tingling. She kissed Scott solemnly, felt the moist saltiness of sweat on his lips. She touched his hair with her free hand. He was perspiring as heavily as she was.
"Oh, wow," Amber said. "That was incredible. Scott-" He lifted his eyebrows wearily. "Let's do it. Let's really do it. Here. Right now. Okay?"
"Holy shit, Amber, do you mean it?" he blurted, grabbing her shoulders.
She nodded, slowly, then with more conviction. "I want to," she said. "I want to fuck you." Her hand tightened on his cock. "Oh, please," she added. "Get all hard again and put it in me. We'll never have a better chance."
They were so far from home, it was like being in another world, and how better to celebrate the journey than by doing something new and magic? "Please," she whispered, tongue licking sweat off his upper lip. "Please get hard and fuck me."
"I can't," he said a few minutes later. "It won't stiffen up." She let go of his prong and he took over, fisting it, flipping it, pulling up from the knob in an effort to make his rubbery limpness spring hard again. "I don't know what's wrong," he said finally, letting his soft tool flop down.
Amber wasn't sure either. At home he had no trouble getting up three or four times in a night, sometimes even more. But here in New York, once seemed to be his limit. What was wrong?
"I guess the trip tired me out," he apologized. "Or maybe I'm too excited. That happened to me once before. The only other time I ever tried to do it with a girl. I just couldn't get hard and she wanted it as bad as I did, and it was awful-Jesus!"
"Hey," Amber said, "it doesn't have to be so bad. You're just tired, like you said. It was a long trip. I'm tired too. Maybe we shouldn't rush it tonight."
"But you'll change your mind," Scott pouted. "I know you will."
"No, I won't," Amber declared, and she knew that she meant what she was saying. God, she thought, when I make up my mind, I go all the way! "We'll do it tomorrow. After we've had a good night's sleep and sweet dreams about each other. Oh, Scott, I'm serious! Back home I'd still be telling you no, but this is-we're here, I mean, and-oh, I don't know what I'm trying to say. But yes, yes, yes, I will fuck you. Tomorrow. I promise. Do you promise?"
"When?"
"In the afternoon. We'll ditch the group and come back here. If we can sneak into the solarium, great. If not, we'll go to your room or mine. We can get away with it. They'll never think of looking for us here, anyway, and we can lie to Mrs. Palmer when she finally gets back to the hotel. Well, are you brave enough?"
"Oh, wow, Amber, you bet I am! But if you change your mind, I'm gonna do a King Kong off the Empire State Building."
"No danger of that," she replied, setting her lip. Yes, she thought, it's time to give sex a try.
CHAPTER TWO
Hand in hand they walked down the street, their hearts young and full of life. Even New Yorkers, who never look at one another as they pass on the sidewalks, turned to stare at the bright and youthful pair, so obviously excited and loving and eager. Oblivious of the rest of the world, Amber and Scott went their way, heads close as they chattered to one another, both of them looking up occasionally at the tall buildings which rose like canyon walls on both sides of the street. If it marked them for out-of-towners, they didn't mind. Not in the least. Their minds were on a pleasure yet to come, the moment when both of them would experience the totality of sex for the first time.
"Oh, God," Amber sighed, "I don't think I can wait, Scott, my deafest darling, I want to do it right here. Throw me down on the sidewalk and climb on me. Fuck me while the rest of the world walks by." She spoke in a light soft insistent voice, aimed for and received by his ears alone, and they were both red-faced with excitement and anticipation.
Right now the rest of the touring group was on a subway headed north. Radio City was the group's destination, now that lunch was out of the way, but Scott and Amber had no intention of sitting in a theater watching the Rockettes perform. And best of all, Mrs. Palmer wouldn't even be aware of their absence until she called the roll in the lobby at Radio City. By which time it would be too, too late.
"Oh, my God," Amber said, stopping short. Scott whirled and bounced back to where she stood on the sidewalk, an island in the sea of human traffic around them. "I almost forgot," she whispered into his ear. "Do you have anything, you know?"
"Like a rubber?" he whispered back, blushing. "No. My God, I forgot, too!"
"You'll have to get some," Amber said. "Look. There's a drugstore. Go in and buy a pack. Oh, don't be so embarrassed! We have to use something. I don't want to get knocked up."
"Okay," he said. "Are you coining with me?"
Amber shook her head. She was staring at a window display, plaster mannequins modeling some of the most beautiful lingerie she'd ever seen. She looked up at the store name, above the window. "Oh, I've heard of them," she said. "Listen, you go get the-you-and I'll run in her for a minute. Maybe I'll buy something very special. For us."
"I'll wait for you outside," he volunteered, then leaned down and kissed her. It was the first time she'd ever been kissed in broad daylight, on a very busy public street, and she wrapped her arm around his neck, gluing her mouth to his for a long time. It felt very exciting to kiss him here, with all these people walking and she could feel the hum of his lips, the rap-tap-tap of his heart which assured her that Scott was excited too. Oh, God, it was going to be so beautiful, she told herself. And it would be happening so soon.
* * *
The salesgirl was helpful, even if her nasal New York accent sounded funny to Amber's ears. "I'll try these on," Amber said, selecting three gowns which struck her as particularly luscious and sexy. There was no sense going into her first fuck as if it were something animalistic and crude. She would dress for beauty as well as pleasure.
She entered a small cubicle for changing and quickly took off her dress. She tried on all three gowns, removing her underwear before she put on the last one, a delicious negligee of black chiffon, sheer and wispy and wicked, in a delightful way. It felt like a cool breeze on her bare body and she gloated on her mirror image. The way her breasts showed in the transparent bodice, the way the chiffon bunched and spread, now showing, now hiding her legs, the patch of dark-gold hair in the cleft of her thighs. God, wouldn't Scott go crazy if he saw her in this? She was almost crazy with desire, seeing herself in it now. She had to have it.
Amber looked at the price tag and her heart almost stopped. A hundred and thirty dollars for something that amounted to little more than a gown of black tissue paper? Her heart sank. She couldn't afford it. No way. She looked up again, saw herself in the negligee, and she wanted it more than she'd ever wanted anything material.
"I must," she told the mirror image. "It isn't right, but I simply must. For Scott and for me." She removed the gown and stood naked but for shoes and stocking, eyeing herself and the precious, expensive garment draped across her hands. "There's no other way," she said.
Amber rolled the black negligee into as small and tight a ball as she could manage and she stuffed it into her purse. Then she put on her bra and panties and dress and went outside, the other gowns in her hand. "I'm sorry," she told the salesgirl. "I really don't care for any of them."
"Uh-huh," the girl replied, gum snapping in her mouth. Amber smiled and turned, walking toward the door with as much presence of mind as she could manage. She'd never stolen anything before in her life, but it had to be done.
She opened the door and stepped onto the street. She looked up, then down, and saw Scott standing at a news vendor's stand. He was holding a copy of Screw, leafing through it with a started expression on his face. Amber took a step in his direction, and something heavy came down on her shoulder. Her heart descended to her feet and she gave one little cut-off cry before she found herself being roughly hauled back into the store.
"Let go of me!" she cried feebly, kicking, trying to resist. She looked up at the man who gripped her left arm with a fist of iron. He was a big man, cold-faced and beefy, a good foot taller than Amber's five-three, and he outweighed her by at least seventy pounds. He looked like a burly football player. There was contempt in his eyes as he stared down at her. "Where are you taking me?" she asked.
"To the security office. That's where we deal with your kind."
He led her to the rear of the store, opened a door, and pushed her inside. There was desk in the room, and another door at the far wall. A man rose from the desk as Amber entered. "Well," he said, coming around it, "you didn't get very far, did you?"
"I don't know what you're talking about," she said in a small tight voice, clutching her purse. The man from the desk grabbed, jerking the purse from her in a quick rough motion. She tried to shout in protest but he was already opening her bag, removing, the stolen garment. "I, I-" she stammered.
"You don't know how it got there?" he asked sardonically. The other man closed the door with a loud noise. Amber looked back, then forward. The man holding the negligee was tall and slender, narrow of shoulders and hips. He had an almost feminine cast to his features, a softness she didn't like at all. His hair was long and wavy and he wore a flowered shirt with hip-hugger bells. "I'll tell you how it got there. You stole it. And you're in a lot of trouble, bitch." He went to the interior door and opened it. "Come with me."
Amber hesitated. The man who'd apprehended Amber on the street gave the girl a push from behind, and she went stumbling forward, through the door.
She found herself in a long, narrow chamber. On one wall, three overhead cameras angled slightly downward. On the other wall she was horrified to see three windows, each of them looking into one of the store's dressing cubicles. Oh, my God, she thought. There weren't any windows-it must be the mirror.
"See?" the slender man said. "When someone enters a changing room, a little buzzer rings at my desk and the camera clicks on. See for yourself."
One camera suddenly sported a glowing red light and Amber looked into the corresponding window. A woman, in her late twenties apparently, was entering the changing room on the other side of the wall. She was a cool-faced woman, with sharp rather attractive features, wearing a jumpsuit that fit tightly around her large breasts. In her hand were a pair of sweaters.
She put down her purse and the sweaters, then unzipped the front of her jumpsuit and stepped out of it. She wasn't wearing anything under the suit. Her tits were large and full and firm, with enormous brown nipples capping them, and her pubic hair was neatly shaven on the edges, so that only a dark hedge surrounded the line of her gash. She looked at herself in the mirror.
"Look at those jugs," said the football player type. "I'd like to get my hands on those tits."
"Maybe she'll steal something," the other man suggested.
"I fuckin' hope so," the first man leered. "Look at her tickling her titties, making those nipples stick out. She wants to see how they'll look in the sweaters. Mmm, baby-if you need any help, I'll suck 'em for a while."
Amber felt sick. Had these men been watching her, too? Oh, God, they must have, if they knew she'd taken the negligee. Had they made lewd remarks when she was naked in the changing room? So sick!
The woman slipped one of the sweaters down over her shoulders and smoothed it down her body. Her tits were loose and eye catching in the sweater, and her nipples did indeed punch out the clingy fabric. She wasn't satisfied. She cupped her breasts and made her fingers little pincers on the stiff teats until they were really erect. That was better, her smile seemed to say. Beaver showing below the hem of the sweater, she did a few model poses, then removed the sweater and tried on the other.
"Steal 'em, please!" the big man moaned. She put on her jumpsuit, zipped it up to her neck, then reconsidered. She slid the zipper down, midway into her cleavage, smiled, and went out, holding the sweaters in her hand.
"Can't win them all," the slender man observed. He turned to Amber. "We have you," he said. "I'm an eyewitness and we also have a video tape of you stealing the gown. Your next stop is jail, honey."
"You're an out-of-towner," the slender man said. "I can tell by the way you talk. You sound like a fucking hillbilly. Waynesburg, Pennsylvania? Where the fuck is that? Do you know how much trouble it can be for an out-of-towner to get bail? How long it will be till your trial comes up? How much it's going to cost you for this little rip off? Ooohh, baby, you're in big trouble."
"She doesn't have to be," the other man put in. "She could make it up, couldn't she?"
"Maybe. You wanna make it up, kid? How old are you? Sixteen. Mmmmm. You look sixteen. All cute and innocent and blossomy. Like a little flower. Pretty little tits under those clothes. Furry twat. You're a natural blonde, too. I liked that. Take off your clothes."
"My-my clothes-"
"Take off your goddamn clothes," the big man said. He grabbed Amber from behind, seizing the collar of her dress. His fingers were strong, and he ripped downward, tearing the fabric. Amber screamed in a soft, lost voice as her dress tore and fell to the floor. She crouched, shamed to be here, wearing only her undies, in the presence of these awful, nasty men. The big man grabbed her again, pulling her erect. The slender man came close, his lips spread back to show a lot of pearly teeth.
"Nice," he said. "But these are in the way." He reached into his pocket, pulled out a switchblade knife. He flipped it, and the blade flew out, long and gleaming. "Hold still. I don't want to cut your tits off."
He worked the knife blade under the nylon of Amber's bra, the little strip that held the cups together, and he made a quick darting slash. The nylon sliced in two and the cups fell from her tits. They were bare, but only for a moment His hands replaced the bra and he squeezed her boobs viciously, twisting the tender flesh until the young girl screamed again. Her scream died when he cuffed her sharply on the cheek. "Knock it off," he commanded. "It hurts my ears. Listen, cunt-you don't have much choice. Either you go to jail, or you-" His voice dropped suggestively. "Or you don't go to jail. It's easy." He hummed, twisted her tits again. When his hands came away, the nipples were sore and stiff and there were awful, red pressure streaks on the soft white flesh of Amber's titties.
"Please," she whispered, "don't do anything to me."
"Shut up," the man behind her suggested. He grabbed her arms and backed her up against him. "Do it," he said. "The panties now. Cut the panties off her."
"Sure." And the switchblade did a little more work, slicing Amber's panties in two. She felt the tip of the knife for a moment, sharp and dangerous, on the smooth flesh at her hipbone, and she felt her stomach churning. That knife could cut her, as well as her clothing. Oh, God, she was gonna be sick, right here, right now. The ripped panties slid down her legs and she was naked except for shoes and stockings.
"What are you going to do? Please, no, don't! Don't do that! Oh, God, don't touch me there!"
The slender man looked up, grinning evilly. His finger was poised, its tip no more than an inch from Amber's twitching pussy. "Touch you where?" he asked. "Tell me where you don't want to be touched."
"My-my vagina."
He grabbed her chin and turned her face upward. His fingers were stiff and strong on her skin, and when he leaned in close, breathing in Amber's face, she wondered how she could ever have thought his features feminine. "Your cunt, cunt! Say cunt. Tell me not touch your fucking cunt."
"Fuck you. I'll touch any goddamned thing I want to touch. Like this." He grabbed her pussy and squeezed it, the same way he'd squeezed her breasts. Amber screamed helplessly and twisted in pain. Tears filled her eyes and there was a catch in her throat. She couldn't breathe, could only hack and cough and stand there, enduring it. The big man held her erect, her body braced against his. She lifted onto tiptoes as the agonizing pressure on her twat continued and seemed to increase. And then suddenly it was gone and she was settling back onto her flat feet. She breathed again, but she hurt. Everywhere.
Oh, God, how long had she been here? It seemed like an eternity, an eternity of nightmare and shame, but, she realized, it couldn't be more than twenty minutes at most. Where was Scott, Oh, if he were here, he wouldn't let them abuse her! He'd make them stop, he'd-
He'd play hell trying. The man who held her, the big one, was a hundred and eighty pounds of muscle, from crown to toes. He'd pound Scott into the ground with one hand. Scott would have more luck taking on a tank. And she had been caught stealing. What defense did she have? Oh, God, they could do anything they wanted and they would.
The slender man stepped back. He reached up the wall and turned one of the video tape cameras, angling it so that its lens was aimed at Amber instead of the two-way mirror. He flipped a button on the side of the camera and the red light flashed on. "I like to record these," he said lewdly. "They're more fun to watch than a late movie. Smile, cunt. You're on Candid Camera." And with that he unzipped his pants, dramatically. "I hope you're worth all the trouble you've put us to."
"Oh, my God, no, you can't-you can't-you don't know-I-I-" Amber struggled for words, and she struggled in the grip of the big man. Both battles were hopeless. His arms bound her where she stood, and her throat went bone dry when the slender man hauled out of his pants a long, thin cock. It looked like a snake, an incredibly long snake. All it lacked was a forked tongue flicking out.
"Like it?" he asked, stroking himself. His dick took shape as he fondled it, and he was hard within moments, long thin tool jutting out from his undone fly. She tried to guess its length. Nine inches? Ten inches? Nearly a foot of prick thrusting at her like a weapon. She felt revulsion boiling in her guts and it seemed to back up her gullet. There was a nasty taste at the top of her throat. She thought she was going to be sick, like she'd done the time Scott's cum oozed down her throat.
"Spread 'em, bitch." She dared not. The man karate chopped her pussy and she almost doubled up with pain. He worked his foot into the space between her legs and shoved one of her feet to the side. She grunted in resistance. He did the same to her other foot, and she stood in a spraddle, held up only by the strong grip of the big man, behind her. If not for him, she'd have fallen. She was off balance, her head spinning, her brain going alternately hot and cold, her heart skipping beats, her tummy full of butterflies and panic.
He leaned in, and the big man pulled on her. Amber felt herself being lifted slightly, her pussy rising toward the tip of the long pole that aimed itself in her direction. The slender man caught her by the hips and rubbed himself against her. His cock was hot and it felt fiery touching her belly. Oh, now she knew she was going to be sick!
"You ever see one this long before, little girl? It's twelve and a half inches from nuts to prong. I could be making porno films, with a dick like this one, but I don't wanna do that. I have more fun catching cute little shoplifters and teaching them that it's not nice to steal. The way I'm gonna teach you, now. Oh, baby, when I stick this up your pussy, the head of its gonna come out your mouth. That's how long I am, that's how long I'm gonna feel in your twat. Get ready, bitch, because you're gonna get it. Right NOW!"
And he steered his cock down, pushed it into Amber's dark-gold triangle of pubic hair. She screamed when it touched her cunt but she couldn't dance backward, out of its reach. The big man was blocking her from the real, his body an immovable barrier behind Amber. "Hold still," the slender man warned, "or I'll beat the living shit out of you."
She moaned and all the resistance left her. She hung limp in the big man's arms and she couldn't even cry out when the other guy worked the tip of his rod into her agonizingly tight cunt. I'm going to be raped, she thought. He's going to bust my cherry with his horrible cock. He's going to steal the gift I was saving for the man I love. Oh, God, if you really are up there in heaven, don't let him do it. Strike him dead before he rapes me. Help me, please, just this one time. I'll never ask for anything else. Ever again. Oh, help me, she prayed.
"Tight," the slender man said, working his knob in the dry flesh at the mouth of her tube. "But it's gonna be sweet." He fiddled some more. Amber almost wretched, but lacked the strength even to be sick. "Got it," the slender man grinned, and he thrust. With all his strength.
"AAAAIHEEE!"
Amber's scream was shrill and hideous. The slender man stopped in mid-fuck. "Oh, shit," he said to the other guy, "this one is a fucking cherry."
"You mean, she was a fucking cherry."
"Right on, brother," he agreed, and the stiff spear of his cock plunged into Amber's tender, violated pussy. She bucked as he stabbed past the rupture of her hymen, and then he was in her, deep, oh, God, deep, so deep, she'd never imagined that anything could get into her so deeply, not even when she'd been fantasizing about how it would feel to fuck Scott-she knew that cocks slipped into cunts, but she didn't know they slipped in so far.
Pain-she closed her eyes and still she could see stars exploding-it was a pain centered in her raped cunt, but it was spreading to every part of her body.
He slammed into her a little further, and the point of him tapped the mouth of her womb. Amber's eyes bulged and she felt suddenly cold all over.
Wetness in her pussy-blood? Virgins bled when they were busted. That pain could have been nothing else except the breaking of her cherry. God, so much wetness, as if he'd punctured a major artery with his cock.
Oh, God, she'd planned to lose her virginity in New York, but she hadn't planned to lose it like this! Blood dribbled from her ravished twat, his prick stabbed in. She couldn't handle the pain and the humiliation and the horror.
Amber sighed once and then she slumped heavily in the big man's arms. For the first time in her life she had passed out. Completely out. Her mind was numb and blank and her body beyond feeling.
CHAPTER THREE
When she opened her eyes again, she was lying on the floor, on her back. Still naked, except for shoes and stockings, and, as consciousness returned slowly, there was the sudden awareness of a continuing sharp pain in her cunt. She looked down, understood that the slender man was still fucking her, this time from above, his big friend holding Amber's legs around the rapist's.
"No, no! Oh, God, stopppppp!" she moaned. It was too much to come awake and find that it was still going on.
"Sleeping Beauty has been revived," the slender man chortled. "All it took was a sharp prick in the right place." He swiveled his cock into her several more times, each stroke bringing the sharp pointed end of him into contact with the tip of Amber's uterus. She grimaced and groaned in pain, and at least one of the strokes, she was positive, actually carried his pecker point into her womb. "Oh, my Godddddd!" Over his shoulder she saw that the camera's red light was still on, and she felt heartsick and ashamed to think of what horrid sights that impassive lens must have been focused on since this atrocity began.
Worse was to come.
The slender man extracted his rod from Amber's bloody twat. She moaned in relief when he was no longer inside her, but the relief was no more than fool's gold. Her legs uncurled from around his, and he stood up, his red cock-red with her virginal blood, clotted spots up and down his slick length-still rigid with lust. He straddled her, looming high above Amber, and then he settled down, slowly. "No, please," she whimpered as he squatted above her little breasts.
"Face the music, cunt," he said. "I'm gonna blow off in your mouth. Open wide and say, ahhhh-open, goddamn it!" and he slapped her alongside the jaw. More pain. Would the pain never end? She looked up. "Kiss it." He rubbed his cock back and forth along her lips. She could taste the blood, could smell it. Revulsion. Pain and revulsion. "Open up, or I'll bust you again." She opened up. "Now suck," he said, sticking his cock into her mouth. "And suck good-I know you can't get much of me down your throat, but you'll learn. Close your lips. Make them tight on me. I like a tight mouth as much as I like a tight pussy, and, baby, yours was so sweet and tight-it was all I could do to keep from coming in you. But I wanted to save it for your mouth. Now use that mouth for something besides complaining, and suck me. Suck me! SUCK ME, goddamn YOU!"
The taste was bitter and hideous, coated as he was with the blood of her maidenhead, but she was afraid to do anything except suck. Slowly, Amber got the message. She started to use her tongue on him, and her cheeks, and she heard him sigh in gratification.
"Ahhh, that's better." He pulled a few inches of dick out of her mouth and she could breathe again. She began to suck him. Pretend, she thought. Pretend it's Scott you're sucking. You've done that before. This really isn't any different if you just pretend.
"Here it comes, bitch," she heard him growl deep in his throat, the same kind of sound Scott often made before his cock erupted in her hand. But the cock wasn't in her hand-it was in her mouth. Cum in her mouth made her sick-she'd have to barf-God, no!
And her mouth was suddenly full of hot sticky cum, squirt after squirt. She couldn't swallow it. The cum began to ooze from her lips as the slender man kept on squirting. She counted eleven separate ejaculations. Jesus, wouldn't he ever stop?
"Drink it, bitch!" he said savagely. "Don't waste it! When I come in a woman's mouth, she fucking drinks it!" and he thrust himself into her, deeply, the way he'd done before. Her throat opened unwillingly, and all the cum that hadn't leaked from her mouth went gushing down her gullet. Amber began to choke and cough, but it was too late. The semen was floating down her tubes, straight for her stomach, and she knew what would happen when it got there.
He pulled himself from her mouth slowly, and he wiped his dick drippings on her face, in her fluffy hair. She could smell cum all over her, a foul, sick-making odor. She felt her gorge rising as she lay there, and she made a gagging sound.
The slender man got off her. He tucked his cock back inside his pants. "Whadda ya know," he told his friend, "we luck out and get ourselves a fucking virgin. Well, go to her. You've waited long enough."
"No," Amber moaned, sitting up. She was a few seconds away from vomiting, and she rubbed her belly helplessly. The big man was standing there with his pants down and an incredible-looking rod jutting forth-thick and gnarly, with a curious bend in it. He wasn't as long-peckered as the slender man, but he made up for it in thickness. His cock reminded her a great deal of a tree stump, twisted by nature, stumpy and evil-looking.
She turned away, and it came rushing up her throat. She vomited until her body was shaking like a leaf in a storm, till her stomach was empty, and then she lay on her side panting, nostrils full of the smell of puke. Somehow, she thought, it was even worse than the cum-aroma that had permeated her a few moments ago.
"Jesus, what a mess!" the big man grumbled. "Look at that fuckin' little pig, what she's done."
"Well, if her belly is empty, why don't you fill it up for her again, old friend? You know how to do that, don't you?"
"Goddamn right," the big man said. He grabbed Amber, jerked her into sitting position. "Shit," he said, "she smells like a sewer."
"You're supposed to fuck her face, not kiss it," the slender man pointed out. "Let me get another camera into position. I think that one's out of tape. Christ, I hope it got that cum shot! Ready? Well, put the blocks to her."
"Turn over. On your belly, you little bitch. I want to give it to you the way the doggies do it."
"Don't stick that thing up her ass," the slender man counseled. "You'll rupture the slut, and that's the last thing we need."
"Yeah," the other agreed. He finished the job of flipping Amber over. His finger crept into the crack of her ass, and he toyed with the tiny anal opening. "Mmmmm, Jesus, but it feels so tight and sweet. Once she gets broken in, I want that hole milking my dick."
"You'll have it. Promise. But first we've gotta break her in, don't we? So why don't you do your duty? The camera's running, and we don't need to waste any tape."
"Damn straight, Lou." Amber was floating in a faraway haze, but she caught the name. It was the first time either of them had addressed the other by name.
"Oh, my God, no," she moaned, but it was all she could do. The big man pinned her, with one beefy arm laid across her spine. He eased into the splay of her thighs and rammed the head of his thick, stubby cock against her violated cunt. She felt a new kind of pain now. The slender man had busted her, but his cock was thin. This rod was like a barrel, and her pussy could never stretch far enough to get it in. She tried to tell him, but he just leaned a little harder on her spine and she dreamed that she heard a sharp snapping sound. Was it a dream? She seemed to have no feeling from the shoulders down.
"OWWWWW!" She could feel down there, and she could feel every inch of his rod as it struggled to make penetration of her only just deflowered snatch. Her body writhed and twisted helplessly, but she was due for a second fucking and the man was determined that she would get it. He rammed against her tightness, his finger poking in to help split the snug pussy mouth a little wider, and slowly, agonizingly, he began to make entrance.
"Oh, Jesus, save me," she husked, and her eyes rolled in their sockets. Her pussy was on fire. Her eyes were melting. Smoke seemed to be issuing from her lips as she gasped and moaned her pain and her humiliation.
He slipped into her, finally, all of him-she could feel his loins rubbing her ass, his balls swinging in the forest of her pussy hair, and he was immense, ghastly, in her cunt. She couldn't breathe now, full of him. Could it get any worse? God, could it?
It could! He began to move in and out, slowly at first because she was so bloody tight, but with a growing swiftness that amazed her. How could it be happening? He ought to be wedged in her dry hole, immobilized.
"Oh, my God," she said in horror when she realized the truth. Her pussy was dripping wet. It's the blood, she tried to rationalize. He's juicing himself in my blood.
But he couldn't be. Not unless Lou's slender cock really had pierced a major artery. In which case she'd have bled to death by now.
No. It was her pussy. She writhed beneath the big man's fucking attack, and she concentrated on her own body responses. Yes. She could feel it. Lubricant juices, seeping through the walls of her cunt, the way they did when Scott played with her, licked her, the way her pussy greased when she fondled it with her fingers. She was responding.
"Ohhhhh," she said, a breathless little cry. The juices flowing in her were getting hot. The walls of her pussy were heating up, temperature increasing with each additional plunge the big man's cock made up her chute. She squirmed, but she knew that it wasn't quite a squirm of discomfort. Her cunt was taking the initiative now, out racing her mind and her heart, and she couldn't stop it.
"Please," she said softly, and then she began to move even more vigorously, bottom wiggling and twisting each time he fed it full of his thick, gnarly cock.
"She's starting to get the idea," the big man sneered. "C'mon, kid, shake that ass. Give me my money's worth. Hot damn, that's it! Swing it! Suck me up your pussy! Here-I'll just hold still, let you do it for a minute-isn't that fun? Do you like it? Am I getting you where you live?"
"N-n-no!" she whined, but she couldn't make her ass stop moving. He was true to his word-he simply lay upon her, cock inserted. And she was humping beneath him, her cunt amateurish still but picking up more and more expertise with each additional movement. She was actually sheathing and unsheathing his rod in her shamed pussy, she was actually fucking him!
"Great," Lou said from behind them. "Absofuckinglutely great. Give it to her. Make her come. I bet she's boiling in that tight little snatch right now."
"It ain't gonna be so tight when I'm finished with it," she heard the big man say. "She'll be able to take on a real man now." Amber kept moving under him. She blushed with humiliation, but she could not he still. "Good," he told her, reaching under to squeeze one of her delicate little breasts. The nipple throbbed in his big fingers and Amber moaned in true despair. "Now let me show you a couple more things."
And with that, he resumed his lead. She was still moving, but so was he, and his cock sawed into her with a relentless forcefulness, the strokes rhythmic and steady, pushing up Amber's hole at strange, exciting angles that had more and more pussy grease flowing in her cooze each time he varied his attack. She closed her eyes in total abject surrender and allowed it to hit her.
"Ohhhhh, I'm coming!" the cry was weak, reluctant, but the spasms which rippled through her cunt were not, and the big man thrust eagerly into them.
"Take it, bitch, take it! I've made you cream, and now you're gonna make me cream! Swing you little ass! Keep those muscles snapping! Christ, she's got a mousetrap in there! Feels like she's gonna break my tool in half! Let me get it up you, baby, all the way up you!"
And he was pumping into her, savagely, his cock erupting deep within Amber's snatch. She could feel it gushing salvo after salvo of jism up her sex tube, and she remembered sadly that she'd gotten separated from Scott only because she sent him to buy rubbers so this wouldn't happen with them. He was spilling his seed into her unprotected pussy-she could get knocked up.
Amber's pussy ate his cock, sucked it dry of jism, snapped and rippled along the thick, twat-splitting length of him as if it were gluttonously urging him to shoot even more of the greasy stuff into her body.
The big man's cock went soft in her and slithered out lazily, and her pussy twitches finally slowed down, and she lay there on the floor as he got up. She'd already been sick once. She had nothing left to vomit. Not even her pride. It had flowed through her pussy and now clotted, with the big man's leaked out cum, in her little thatch of dark blonde pubic hair. Amber tried to weep, for herself and her degradation, but she couldn't even find a tear left to cry out. She lay on the floor sobbing, little fists thumping pathetically, making mute sounds as they hit the carpet.
"She'll do," the big man said, behind her, above her. "She'll do."
"I think so," Lou agreed. "Here." He threw Amber's ripped dress and slashed underwear at her. "Clean up the mess you made over there on the floor. And be quick about it. We have places to go, you and me."
Amber got up, onto her knees. She picked up the torn clothes, stared dismally at the torn ruin of her pink dress-she'd gotten it especially for this trip-how would she EVER explain to her mother what had happened to it, what had happened to her?
She looked up, at the peek windows that voyeured into the changing rooms, and she received the shock of her young life. An old woman, a grandmotherly type, plump with long silky pure white hair, was in Amber's view, and the woman's liquid blue eyes seemed to be staring right at the naked, violated young girl kneeling on the floor. Amber gave a sharp cry of panic, but the old lady merely touched her own lips with the back of a finger. She was only checking her lipstick! Oh, God, the old lady had no idea what lay on the other side of the sound-proofed wall, what had just gone on in here. Amber was alone in the narrow room, the videotape cameras still pointed down at her slim, shattered figure. No one knew, no one cared. And what might happen next? The police? Could they send her to jail?
"I won't let them," Amber said. "They hit me, they threatened me, they raped me. That's a lot worse than stealing." She looked at the torn pink dress in her hand, then at the puddle of vomit on the floor. Sighing, she began to mop it up as she'd been told to do.
CHAPTER FOUR
The door opened, and she looked up, into the face of the big burly man. "C'min here," he said, jerking his finger. Amber didn't move. She felt so exposed, so naked. It didn't matter that they'd already seen her nude, that they'd ravished her with beastly lust and determination. She didn't want to face them again, not this way. "You want this?" he asked, making a fist and flexing it suggestively. Amber rose slowly, one arm hiding her small pointed breasts and their abused pink nipples, her other hand defensively clasping her crotch. She walked up to the man.
Lou was at his desk. There was a cabinet on the wall behind him, and both doors were open. Amber could see a small portable television set on one shelf, and, just below it, what looked like a large reel-to-reel tape machine. What did they want her to do now? Watch a soap opera or a game show with them? She saw a clock on the wall. It was two-thirty-five. My God! she thought. Is it only? Her body ached, especially her cunt. She felt as if the horrible experience had gone on for hours, at least, but no. She and Scott had sneaked away from the rest of the group no more than forty-five minutes ago.
And in that forty-five minutes, she'd been through the most shocking ordeal she could imagine. Caught red handed at theft, mauled and abused and fucked by the two men who awaited her now in the office to which she'd first been brought. Clutching herself modestly, Amber walked in. The big man shut the hallway door behind her.
"Sit down," Lou said. He had her open purse in his lap.
"Sit down," he repeated. Amber sank unwillingly onto a chair directly across the desk from Lou. "Amber Jeannine Houston," he said, holding up her ID card. "Born July 1, 1961. Height five feet, three inches, weight a hundred and ten pounds, eyes blue, hair blonde. Residence, 652 Pogue Street, Waynesburg, P.A. It doesn't mention that you're also a shoplifter. And a hot-assed little slut."
"I'm not," Amber whispered. "I'm sorry I stole the gown, but you hurt me-you shouldn't have. I'm going to tell the police what you did. I'll see you go to jail-" She stopped in terror. Her tongue was running away from her. She shouldn't have said anything about the police. What if Lou pulled out his switchblade now?
"No, I don't think you are," Lou said, grinning. His face was cruel, she decided. Very cruel.
He reached to the television set and flipped it on. Then he did something to the machine underneath. A picture flashed onto the screen. Amber stared in horror, then she covered her mouth.
It was her! The big man holding her, Lou cutting off her underwear, grabbing her tits, sucking them, squeezing them, hurting the nipples with his vicious fingers. She didn't want to look. She closed her eyes. "Open them," Lou said. "I want you to see all of this."
She opened her eyes, and there she was, stripped and spread, Lou thrusting at her with his long stiff prick. She saw the horror in her expression, relived the pain she'd felt when he got his cock in, when he broke her fragile little cherry. Oh, God, she thought, stomach heaving inside her. Lou had jabbed into her, then pulled out, and the color videotape didn't spare her emotions anything. His cock was dripping red, smeared crimson with the blood of her ruptured cherry. She saw it, that long pole, two or three inches of it still jammed into her twat, the rest drawn free, clear, into the camera's angle of vision. The blood. Oh, God, the blood. She groaned when Lou's videotape image thrust again, when her own trapped body shuddered in silent but obvious agony. Oh, thank God there was no sound on the video tape being played for her shame and shock. She couldn't have endured hearing again those screams and cries she had made, for help that would not, could not come.
"I don't want to see any more," she sobbed, tears coming freely now. When she wiped her eyes, the television had been turned off.
"Well?" Lou said. "Do you like seeing yourself on television?" Amber shook her head. She was no longer shielding herself. Modesty seemed hypocritical now, after what she'd been through. He opened her purse again. "You're here with a high school class tour, right?" She nodded. "And let me take a wild guess. You didn't feel like going to the Statue of Liberty with the rest of your friends, so you skipped out on your own."
"Radio City," Amber corrected. "I skipped out on Radio City. With a friend."
"Who wasn't with you when you get nabbed. And nobody knows you're here except you and me and Charley. Right?" So that was the big man's name. He didn't look like a Charley. He looked like a-Kong? Something apish and brutal. Her father's name was Charley, and her father wasn't an animal.
"Okay," Lou said, flashing Charley a smug grin. "Tell me, Amber Jeannine Houston, how would you like for that video tape to be sent to your family, back on good ol' Pogue Street in good ol' Waynesburg PA.? Think they'd enjoy seeing it? Seeing their darling daughter's sweet sixteen fuck party? It's all there. On tape. Forever and ever. You getting it from top and bottom. Your bloody little cherry-popped twat. Your mouth dripping cum. You ass going haywire while Charley puts the meat to you-makes you come, bitch, come! Do you want your parents to get a look at that? You got any kid brothers and sisters? Maybe they'd like to watch too. See how big sister can take on two guys and come her little guts out doing it?"
She was blushing furiously. "No! They'd want to kill you if they saw it!"
"Would they? Let everybody know what had happened to their precious little daughter? That she was a pushover for the first man who came along and knew what she was good for? Think about it. They'd be embarrassed. They'd treat you like a piece of shit, baby. Maybe you're the victim, but in this kind of crime, the victim is guiltier than the criminal. At least where your friends and family are concerned. Hey, kid, they'll be talking about you in little ol' Waynesburg for the next fifty years! Probably isn't a lot of juicy gossip back home, is there? Just imagine all the busy bodies in town spreading your story around."
She felt a sudden freezing chill envelope her nude body as she realized that he was right. Oh, God, he was! Her parents-they'd be angry, but they'd hate her too, because it had happened to their daughter, ruined their family name.
"See?" Lou said easily. He reached across the desk and patted Amber's bare shoulder. She recoiled from his touch. "Charley, go into the stockroom. Get her something to put on. I think she'd look cute in green. Yeah. A green dress. Just something she can wear out of here."
Charley went out. Lou picked up his telephone. Amber watched as he dialed a number and asked for a taxi to be dispatched to the store's address. "Is that for me?" she asked tensely. "I don't understand. Tell me what's going on."
"Simple," Lou said, getting up. He walked around the desk and stood behind Amber. She looked over her shoulders at him, afraid of the man. He put his hands on her shoulders and squeezed the flesh he'd only just been abusing so terribly. "Charley and I have plans for you. It's easy for a girl to just disappear in New York, and that's what you're going to do, Amber Jeannine. Disappear." She started to speak, but he cut her short. "Or you can walk out now. And when you get home, your parents are going to be waiting for you, and they'll know. Everything, baby. You wanna go home to that?" She started to cry again. He grabbed her arm and spun her around, almost jerking her out of the chair.
"One thing, bitch," he said. "You cool it with the tears bit. Because if you don't, I'll cut your fucking eyes out and pimp you off to seeing-eye dogs. Got that? I'm gonna set you up in the most glamorous business there is. Baby, they call it the oldest profession, and it's been around so long, they've worked all the rough edges off it. You do what I tell you, you can have some fun, make some money, and meet a lot of people. A lot of people, baby, and they're all gonna love you, get it?"
Amber shivered, and she was only too afraid that she was beginning to get it. All of it. To me? she thought. Is this really happening to me? Lou's fingers tightened on her shoulder, then slacked and eased down the curve of her bust. He pinched lightly at one of her nipples, squeezing till the pink bud stood up tight and throbbing, and she knew that it really was happening. To her.
* * *
The dress was green, a shade Amber didn't care for at all, but it was the only thing she had to wear besides her shoes and stockings, so she put it on gratefully, pretending not to notice Lou and Charley as they eyed her while she dressed. It was a little big, too, but it covered her and that was what mattered.
"Taxi's outside," Charley announced. "C'mon with me." He took Amber's hand. She didn't move. He jerked and she staggered toward him. They marched through the store, Amber following the man who still clutched her hand, and none of the dozens, scores, God, hundreds of shoppers flitting about seemed to notice anything unusual. She wanted to scream, to tell everyone that she was being kidnapped, that this man had already raped her brutally, that he and his friend intended to turn her into a prostitute of some kind, but she was afraid to cry out. Charley was as big as a mountain, a rough man. She'd already found out how rough and vicious he could be and she was terrified of him, of Lou back in the office.
Charley guided her through the door, onto the street. A taxi, yellow and black, was pulled up to the curb. Charley opened the back door and told Amber to get inside. She looked desperately up and down the street, hoping she'd see a policeman or-"SCOTT!" she yelled suddenly, for there he was, maybe forty feet down the sidewalk, leaned up against the side of a building. -Waiting, she thought. Waiting for me! "SCOTT!"
She saw him start at the cry, and he looked right at her, but he wasn't coming to help. Scott, what's wrong? she wondered. Charley shoved her into the back of the taxi. She landed against the far door with a thud that took her breath away, and then the big man was in the cab with her, closing the door behind him. He gave the cabbie an address.
Oh, my God, she thought suddenly. No wonder Scott didn't come! He's looking for a girl in a pink dress, not a girl in a green dress! He heard me and he saw me, but he didn't recognize me! She began to sob as the taxi moved out, nudging its way into the flow of street traffic. Amber stole one last look through the rear window of the cab. Scott was still in the same spot, looking up and down for an Amber who could never come to him-at least, not as the same girl who had left him not quite an hour ago. Dear God, she thought in amazement, I am being abducted on the streets of the largest city in the world and nobody knows.
Charley slid against her. "You're gonna work out just fine, baby," he told the girl in a husky voice. He slipped an arm around Amber, then took one of her hands and put it in his lap. "Feel that?" She could feel it. A big lump, getting bigger each time her fingers slid over it. His cock. Hardening again. Hadn't he gotten enough, fucking her with his tree stump dick, making her come like a beast in spite of the shame, the horror, the degradation? Apparently he hadn't. "C'mon, undo me. Just put your little fingers right here and take hold of the zipper and pull. Now reach inside. Feel that? Big, ain't it? Not as long as Lou's broom handle, maybe, but this is a man's cock. Seven inches of prime steak. But it's starting to feel like pure bone and gristle to me, baby. What do you think? Take it out. C'mon, take it out. Or I'll break your hand off and slap you with it."
"Here?" she asked, scarlet with embarrassment. The taxi moved through the streets slowly, in the midst of a sea of cars and vehicles of every sort. She felt the cab braking, guessed there was a stoplight ahead. A truck slid to a halt beside. Amber looked away from Charley, away from her hand in his pants. The driver of the truck was staring at her, grinning. His driving cab was somewhat higher than the taxi and she realized that the man in the truck could see what she was doing. Amber's eyes lost their direction and courage. She looked down at the floor of the taxi.
"Take it out," Charley said, a little more forcefully. He tightened his fingers on her wrist until her hand seemed to go numb. "And when you take it out, I want you to put your head in my lap and suck my cock. It's good and hard, and it'll fill your cute little mouth. You just keep sucking. If I haven't come by the time we get to where we're going, I'll just tell the cabbie to sit still a minute and you can suck to your heart's content. And when I come in your mouth, bitch, you better not pull any of those barf tricks of yours. You drink my jism and you smack your lips to show me how much you enjoyed drinking it, and you get down on your knees on the sidewalk outside and ask me to please let you have just a little more. Got that?"
"My God," Amber groaned. "I don't believe this!"
He pinched her wrist. Reluctantly, in humiliation, she struggled to get the monstrous thick dong out of Charley's pants. Oh, God, it was an ugly cock, seen in close-up and daylight! Blue veins pulsating up and down its length, some of them corded out like strained muscles. A thick, swollen, totally incredible, large glands capping the meaty shaft. Had that thing actually been inside her cunt? It looked as big as a door knob! She squirmed, her cunt aching furiously with remembered pain. She looked at Charley, eyes misty and tearful. "I can't," she said weakly. "Not here. Just look. The cars-the people on the streets-"
"You've gotta be broken in," Charley said brutally. "When we're finished with you, cunt, you will do goddamn anything. If I tell you to suck off a policeman and his fucking horse, in the middle of Broadway at rush hour, you'll be on your knees gobbling horse dick and strangling on horse cum. Now eat me. And make it good. I want to feel lots of tongue and lots of jaw and plenty of spit, so I don't scratch myself in a dry mouth. Got it?"
She held his cock, looking at the angry stiff thing, wondering if she really could go down on him in this cab in the middle of the day, here, at the center of the bustling city. God, the other drivers moving around them, behind them-they could all see her, she was positive. She felt like an animal. Charley put his hand on the back of her head and pushed it toward his lap.
His cockhead banged her lips and she, recoiled, but not far. Charley was still pushing her down, and down she went. Her lips were jammed tight against the big dick and she could feel his heat and his pecker pulsing.
It wasn't the first time she'd tasted a cock. She had sucked Scott occasionally, but never for very long His mouth on her cunt, he'd never minded. It felt kinda nice to feel the gentle moist tongue sliding around her pussy, all loving and limber, but she was always so fearful he'd lose control and shoot off in her mouth, the way he'd done that one time. But it seemed a little late. Today a man had forced her to suck his cock, suck it until the thick heavy jism literally flooded her mouth. And now, it appeared, she was in for it again. Reluctantly, but with resignation, she took Charley's prick in her fingers and straightened it up. She began to work her tongue up and down his length, fluttering delicately around the sharp edges of his knob's rim.
"Mmmmm," she heard him sigh, and his hands guided her head while she worked on him. "In your mouth now, put it in your mouth. I can't stand you just licking me. Put it in your fucking mouth and suck it."
Amber raised her face a little. She angled Charley's rod toward her lips, parted them, and accepted the thrust that wedged him into her mouth. When he was inside, she started to suck, moving her face up and down as best she could. He wanted lips and cheeks and tongue, and she tried to give him what he wanted. She was afraid to do anything else.
"Oh, eat it, bitch!" Charley growled, his heavy voice growing louder. He bumped upward, momentarily filling her mouth with pecker. Amber breathed in air around the heavy shaft, storing oxygen for the next time he got this kind of urge. She hoped it would be over soon.
"Okay, pal," the cabbie snarled from up front. "None of this kind of bullshit in my cab, you got it? Get your tool back in your pants or get your ass out the fuckin' door."
"Hey, cabbie," Charley said, mirth tingling his voice, "don't take on like that. You wanna try her too? We could pull over someplace, you hop in the back. Better get it now before she turns pro, 'cause this is hundred dollar a trick pussy."
"Okay," the cabbie said, pulling the cab over with a squeal of tires and a clatter of shouts and blowing horns from the cars behind him. "I'm so fuckin' sick of whores and pimps riding with me that I could shit all over your goddamn faces, the both of you. Get out. Now. I don't have to take this crap from no fares."
"Hey, be cool," Charley said. He nudged Amber and she opened her mouth, gladly releasing his stiff cock. Charley squirmed around, putting the pecker back inside his pants. Two or three of the people passing on the sidewalk must have seen his cock sticking out but, like veteran New Yorkers, they must have also decided it was none of their business. Nobody cares, Amber thought. Nobody cares at all. "C'mon, buddy, we're almost there. Drive on, James."
Muttering a curse, the cabbie jagged out into traffic again. Amber was sitting up now, happy that she had been reprieved from this particular piece of humiliation. But the cabbie had called her a whore. She wasn't a whore. She considered telling him, asking for help. Probably he wouldn't help her, though. He'd figure it was none of his business.
The cab halted at another stoplight, and two lanes to the left Amber saw a subway exit. She had to blink three times to make herself believe it. Mrs. Palmer! Leading the way up the stairs, into the sunlight. Trooping behind her, the rest of the Waynesburg excursion group, marching two and three abreast, with Mr. Palmer brining up the rear. She grabbed the door handle, intending to throw herself out of the car and run for the safety of her school friends and the chaperon's, but just as she started to jerk on it, the light changed and the cab took off with a jolt that sent her clanking against Charley. She watched the Waynesburg kids growing smaller and smaller in the distance as the taxi kept going, and then it rounded a turn and she couldn't see them at all.
* * *
Charley held Amber's wrist with one hand as he paid the cabbie. They stood on the sidewalk in front of a six-story apartment building on an upper east side street. Amber wasn't sure of the address. She was only sure of the pain in her clamped wrist.
"This way," Charley said as he led her into the building. There was a doorman, in uniform. He seemed to know Charley, and Amber saw the flash of a fifty-dollar bill moving from Charley's hand into the doorman's. The doorman smiled broadly and nodded. "This is Ramon," Charley said to the girl. "If he sees you in the lobby, he gets to catch you and fuck you. Right, Ramon? And tell her what you like to, when you fuck a girl."
The doorman slid back his hat. He had greasy hair and a greasy, not-quite-clean face. Amber suspected she was seeing her first Puerto Rican. "I like to stick it up the asshole," he said with a grin. "Where it is tight and where it makes the girl go, 'AAAAAAGGGGGHHHHH-you KIIIIIILLLLLIIIINNNN' MEEEEEE!" I have big cock and it don't fit most assholes unless I rip them out a little first. Mmmm. Bet you have nice tight asshole, huh, little girl? You wanna get my big cock inside you, let it split you open?"
Amber shivered and shrank back in fear. All New York City was conspired against her, the girl imagined in her terror. "Just so you don't get any ideas about trying to sneak out," Charley said. "This building will be your home till we get you broken to saddle. No matter how long it takes."
He took her up in the elevator, to the top floor. There was one large apartment up here, and its door faced the elevator. Charley rapped on the door and it opened slowly. A girl peeked around, a young girl, Amber noticed, with uncombed hair, wearing a fuzzy blue bathrobe. Her fingers were stained from cigarettes and she wasn't wearing any makeup. "Oh," she said, opening the door wider. "It's you. I wasn't expecting anybody."
"I can see that," Charley announced, dragging Amber into the apartment. He kicked the door shut behind them. "I can see you weren't expecting anybody. You lousy bitch, do you have to go around lookin' like a fucking pig rolling in slop all day?" He let go of Amber, grabbed the other girl, and cuffed her soundly, tilt her pale cheeks were red and she trembled with the need to cry and the fear of doing so.
"This is Amber Jeannine," Charley said. "I don't know what she likes to be called. Me, I call her cunt and bitch and, when I feel romantic, I call her tight little sixteen-year-old pussy. C'mere, pussy. I want you to meet your new roommate. This is Debby. Debby knows the ropes, don't you, Debby?"
Debby nodded nervously. She offered a hand to Amber.
"Fuck that," Charley said, slapping her fingers. "Get on your knees, bitch. No, you, Debby-bitch. Get on your knees and, if you can keep that stringy hair of yours out of your goddamn mouth, suck on me. I had a hell of a hard-on in the cab, but the fucking driver pitched a bitch and I didn't get to work it off. That's it. Unzip me. Pet it from the outside. You know how I like it, don't you, cooze? Now reach inside and take it out. Kiss it. Kiss my cock. Show Amber Jeannine how eager you are to suck up my cum."
"Oooohhh, Charley," Debby cooed on her knees, and her eyes lit up like Christmas decorations. "Let me eat you, baby. Let me roll that big fat tool of yours in my mouth till you plaster cum all over my tonsils. I want to drink your jism, Charley baby, I want to feel it all hot and curdly in my stomach. I want your cum running out my ears! Let me have it, huh, will ya, baby, give it to me, huh, please, please, please?"
Amber was disgusted. The girl acted like a begging puppy in search of table scraps. And she's doing it in front of me! Because he told her to! Doesn't she have any self-respect? Oh, God, Jesus, is that what they want to turn me into? Something like Debby? A slave? A toy? A piece of ass on legs? She turned away.
Charley jerked her around. "Look! And learn!"
Debby took Charley's cock in her mouth. She planted her hands on his thighs and began to move her face back and forth, inch after inch of his thick prong stabbing into her mouth. Her eyes were shut and her lips were sealed tight around him, and she was sucking and gobbling with a passion, making loud noises while she ate. She looked as if eating Charley's dong was suddenly become the most important thing in her life.
"Stop," Charley announced, and Debby jerked her head back. The cock slipped out of her mouth and bumped her in the face. She didn't move, didn't seem to be breathing, as she knelt in anticipation of his next command.
Charley took off his coat and threw it across the room. He pulled his shirt out of his pants and unbuttoned it, and tossed it after the coat. "You," he said, fingering Amber. "Take off my pants. Nice and slow."
She had no real choice. She unbuckled his belt and unfastened his button, then stooped, drawing the pants down Charley's thighs. Naked, he was a disgusting sight. Big, not fat-just big. His shoulders were big, his chest was big, his waist was large. He had a hairier body than Amber could ever have imaged on a man. If she'd seen him like this, stripped to his shorts, she'd have taken him for a gorilla. He had the build of a gorilla, and the body hair of one, too. She tried to imagine that body naked against her own, all that hair rubbing on her. Like sleeping on a fur sheet. No! What a horrible thought!
Charley removed his own shorts, careful not to injure his cock. Naked, he stared at the two girls. "Okay. Both of you. Debby. Get out of that robe. Let's see if you've let your body go to hell like the rest of you has. You too, pussy. Shuck out of that dress and let me refresh myself about your little tits and ass."
Debby stood up. She untied the sash of her robe and let it drop. She wore nothing under it.
Her body was not quite so slender as Amber's-a little heavier around the tits, maybe, and a little more ass, too. She was an inch taller, but her legs seemed rather short in comparison to her torso. Nice legs, though. Debby clutched her tits with one hand, pussy with the other. She was a brunette, top and bottom, with a neat triangle of hair on her cunt. But she wasn't holding herself for modesty's sake. She was clawing at her tits, pinching her own nipples savagely, making them stand up brown and big, and Amber's eyes flickered in disbelief when she saw Debby slink a long, sharp-nailed finger in and out of her pussy, moaning as it sank home in her box.
Naked, Debby appeared very young. With some makeup and her hair combed, she might also be very pretty. Amber looked at the other girl, wondering-can she be much older than I am? She doesn't look eighteen. Oh, God, is she a victim, too?
"Are you waiting for an engraved invitation?" Charley grabbed the front of Amber's green dress and jerked downward. The fabric tore, just as her pink dress had torn in Charley's brutal grasp, and she watched it divide and fall from her. Under the dress she too was naked, except for her shoes and stockings, the only articles of clothing that had survived her rape. But she was getting used to nakedness, by this time. She blushed, but only a little, and she stood with the torn dress at her ankles. "You won't need clothes up her anyway." Charley told her. "Not till you're ready to turn out"
He grabbed Debby's waist and pulled the girl to him. Her round tits crushed against his chest and he held her in a bear hug, squeezing mercilessly. Debby's face went white but she moaned and cooed and chirped and her hands slid up and down Charley's hairy back and shoulders, reaching low to stroke his equally hairy buttocks. She squeezed them, kneading the hard slabs, her fingers sometimes slipping into his crack.
"On your knees," Charley said, releasing her. "Dog-style. The way I like it." Amber knew all about that. She watched as Debby moved into the same position she'd been forced to take not so many minutes ago, in the spy-room at the store.
Debby wiggled her ass as Charley knelt behind her. "Put it in DEEEEEPPPPP-oh, you know how to do it, baby, do it to MEEEEE!"
Charley grabbed her ass with one hand, to steady her. He steered his prong with the other, right into her crack. He pushed for a moment, and then Amber saw the hard cock shove its way up Debby's pussy, burying itself in one hard stroke. Debby panted and gasped, and she started gyrating her butt again. Charley fed her his tool, slicking in and out, panting a little himself as the passion crept upon him. His eyes were closed and his head thrown back, and he seemed to be in seventh heaven, fucking Debby from the rear. Amber stood watching, thankful only that someone else was getting it, and not her.
"Jiggle it, bitch, jiggle it for Big Daddy!"
"Yeah, fuck me, baby, oooohhhhh, Charley baby, fuck meeee. Oh, wow, I like it best with you, baby-none of the others have a cock like that pipe of yours! It feels like you're tearing my pussy apart, but I love it, Jesus, I love it, give it to me!"
Charley opened his eyes and stared at Amber, where she stood watching the disgusting scene. He lifted his hand and wiggled his index finger. "Come here," that gesture said. She knew better than to disobey. She came toward him.
He grabbed her by the waist and pulled her even closer. His head dipped low, into her crotch, and before she could work free, he was gripping her pussy with his teeth.
"Oh, God, Jesus," she shouted tightly, afraid to display too much of the pain she felt as his teeth dug into her tender cuntal flesh. He let go and grinned.
"Down on the floor," he said. "On your back. Knees up. Yeah. Spread 'em. Make that pussy split open all by itself. Natural blonde, if you call that blonde hair down around your crack. Nothing sweeter, is there, Debby?"
"Mine," she yipped. "Mine's sweeter than anything! Mine!"
"Fuck you," he laughed, reaming her again. She moaned to receive it. He pointed at Amber. "Start in," he told her. "Use your hands on it. Fuck yourself with your fingers. Tickle your clit. Get your juices running all hot and sticky. I'm gonna fuck you again, and it won't be long. I want you wet and ready for this big dick of mine."
CHAPTER FIVE
Reluctantly, slowly, Amber put her hands between her legs. She masturbated a lot, but she'd never done it in front of anyone before. Not even Scott. They always did it for each other. That made a lot of difference. So did the love they shared back and forth. She knew now, having tasted the opposite emotions, that it really was love she felt for Scott, but it was far too late for that to matter. Amber touched her pussy, already slightly agape through the wide split of her legs. The tips of her fingers rubbed up and down the puffy, hair-covered mound, sliding and rubbing until she felt her pussy flesh grow warm and slightly tingling to the touch. She took a deep breath and kept on rubbing.
"Stick your fingers in and out. You saw how Debby was doing. Make your pussy hurt, make it cry. When I fuck you, I want your cunt wet enough to drown a dog in. Tickle it. Get your clit. Grind, baby, grind. Debby, you bitch, you get worse every time I fuck you. One of these days I'm gonna sell you to a dog food factory."
"Ohhhh nooooo!" Debby moaned. "I want to stay here and fuck you all the time. There! Feel it? I'm gonna come, Charley. My pussy is tightening up all around you. Stroke me, make me come, Charley, make me come all over your sweet cock and then I'll suck it off for you, get you all nice and clean. Hurry!"
"Fuck you," Charley growled, jerking his cock out of Debby. She humped twice, but her ass was humping against nothing. With a groan she fell onto her belly on the floor. One of her hands was under her body. Amber looked into Debby's crotch and saw that the girl was rapidly fingering herself where she lay, giggling and panting with each stroke.
Her own fingers began to move faster. She was feeling the rush of excitement in her pussy, and she could almost deceive herself with the idea that everything would be all right. Her clit swelled with growing arousal and her fingers moved slickly in her dampening vagina. Charley was correct about one thing. She had been reamed out by his cock. Two fingers moving simultaneously in her cunt didn't hurt nearly as much as they would have yesterday. Amber closed her eyes and kept on diddling herself. She tried to seal out everything else that was happening in the room.
She couldn't. Charley was no longer fucking Debby, but he still sported a ferocious hard-on. She should have guessed that he would do something with it. While her eyes were still closed, she discovered what that something was.
"Lift your head." Charley didn't wait for her to do it-he grabbed her by the hair and jerked her up. Amber moaned-it felt as if he were ripping her hair out by the roots-but she tried to sit up a little and keep the fingers busy in her cunt.
Something with a strange, musky aroma was close to her face. She could smell it. Amber opened her eyes. It was Charley's cock, still hard, still red, still gigantic-knobbed. The length of him was slick, coated in a greasy-looking, oily substance which must be responsible for the smell. Oh, God, he'd been fucking Debby. It must be the juice and tang of her pussy coating his rod.
"Suck it," Charley said. "But don't suck it off."
She knew too well that when Charley made a request, she had no choice but to obey. Amber opened her mouth and shut her eyes and he thrust into her. "This makes you a cuntlapper by proxy," he said, chuckling. "How do you like the taste of Debby's twat? You talk to her real nice, maybe she'll let you eat it. When you don't have anything better to do. Suck hard, now. Really get that tongue working on me. Yeah. Give me a bath with your tongue. Lots of spit. Keep me all wet. Swallow some of it. You're washing off Debby's pussy juice. Get your throat full of it, too. You gonna throw up on her cum?"
He worked his pecker in and out several times, going very deeply, pushing until it felt as if all his rod were in her mouth. She tried to pinch off the back of her oral cavern, to prevent him from getting there, but he had ways. Mostly, he thrust hard, breaking her resistance and going where he wanted, and Amber could only gag and go along with his wishes.
She heard Debby break into a series of chirping little cries and whimpers that could only be the onrush of an orgasm. Jesus, she was getting there too! Despite the shame and horror of being raped orally, she was doing magical things to her pussy with her fingers, and there was delicious sense of tightness ready to burst, down there in her honey hole.
Charley reached down her belly, knocked her fingers out of the way. His middle finger plunged into Amber's cunt, and she squirmed, impaled by the big digit. "Nice and ready," he said. "Let go. I'm gonna fuck you too. I could fuck a hundred more tight little pussies like you and Debby this afternoon, but you two are all I have time for."
His cock emerged from her mouth, frothy with her saliva. She swallowed hard. The taste hadn't been so bad as that first time, when Lou made her suck his cock while it was red and smeared with her virgin blood. Maybe it was the addition of Debby's juice contribution. There had been a strange tastiness fluttering through her mouth while Charley's cock was inside-it wasn't like the flavor of him in the cab, on their way over. She wasn't sure.
Charley mounted her from above, disregarding his professedly favorite position. She looked up at him while he was guiding his cock into her, and his eyes were glazing. A hundred more women this afternoon? she thought. You're gonna be doing good to get it up me, you asshole! The secret reflection gave her incredible pleasure. He poked through the tight mouth, penetrating her resistant but wet labia, and he moved into her. She grunted when his cock rode home in her belly, for it was still thick and almost unbearably insistent, but her pussy yielded just enough and she wasn't in agony, the way she had been earlier with him. He moved inside her, back and forth a few times, exploiting the lubricants she'd fingered from her pussy walls.
"I can feel it," he said. "You're all hot and bothered. You're gonna come like a river all around me, aren't you, cunt?"
"Oh, yes, Charley baby," she wailed, writhing beneath him. Well, it was a lie. Mostly. She'd stirred herself with masturbation. His cock was finishing the job. But she also knew what he expected her to say, and so she said it.
"FUCK MEEEEE!" Amber screamed suddenly, raising her knees and pinching them in on his thighs. Her pussy tightened on him, and he really felt enormous now. She squeezed again, and there was that same treacherous burst of pleasure she'd known at the store. Well, if she came, she came. Soon enough, she'd be free of this trap, on her way to the police. After the degradation Lou and Charley had put her through, she knew she could endure anything her parents or the neighbors at home might give her.
She screamed again, shrilling her cry to make him quiver with delight, and he started fucking in and out fast. She moved beneath Charley, shifting her body around. Dry humping with Scott had taught her that bodies were more fun when they moved a little, and she moved unconsciously. The better it felt, the more she moved and the less thought she gave it.
"Nowwwww!" Charley grunted, and he shot off inside her, his cock bucking as it fed her pussy fat spoonfuls of jism. Amber felt him jerk inside her, and her belly started to jerk, too. She lunged upward at the huge man topping her, and she couldn't move him off her body, but she didn't care. Her pussy exploded in a torrent of joyous contractions and ripples, and she was dripping wet inside, from his jism and her own.
"Screw it into me," she moaned, "fill me up with cum!"
"Take it, bitch-pussy, take it, take it!" And he fell upon her heavily, crushing Amber, squirting the last gusher of his jizz into her sucking tube.
He was heavy upon Amber, and he lay there, shuddering mightily as his cock finished unloading. It stayed in her a minute or two, nearly as stiff and rigid as when it was at full erection, but she felt him begin to shrink and, within a few heartbeats, his prick was totally limp in her pussy.
Charley rolled off the girl but she didn't move. Instead she put a hand in her crotch and tested herself. No, the flesh hadn't been ripped by his big dong. She was sore, yes, but not so sore as she'd been during her rape and just after. And she'd come again. There was no mistaking that fact.
Oh! Her clit felt raw and tender. She touched herself again. Not so bad, she decided, feeling the electric spurts of arousal shoot through her body once more. Amber closed her eyes and rubbed herself. Sweat formed in her armpits and at the backs of her knees. She tensed her feet on the floor, knees high, and she frigged her clit once more. Another orgasm raced through her pussy, leaving her numb and breathless in its wake. Somehow, she was afraid, she really COULD learn to enjoy this. Maybe. Sort of. Oh, Jesus! Her cunt twitched against her fingers, and a sloppy flow of cum-his and hers, leftover from the last fuck-came oozing out, making her cunt feel slimy.
Amber eased back, her legs straightening out. Charley grabbed her hand and she opened her eyes. He was guiding the fingers to her mouth. "Lick them dry," he commanded. "I want to see you eat the cum off your fingers."
Amber shivered, but he was quickly twisting her hand back and she couldn't make him stop. The fingers touched her mouth and she blushed, but she managed to open her lips and take them inside. God, the taste! Her nose and stomach twitched in dread, but as Charley watched she started to suck the juices off her fingers.
Somehow she managed to swallow the fluid she'd rolled around her mouth. It went down with a hard gulp and she lay on her back waiting for the sense of nausea to hit. After a few moments she realized that there wasn't a sickness in her belly. She had eaten globby drops of cum and she was keeping them down. Was that progression or regression? Amber didn't know. She looked at Charley, who was smug-faced.
"Lot better," he said. "Next time I'll dump it all in your hot little mouth and let you find out how good real man's cum tastes when you get it fresh from the nipple. What time is it? Holy shit, three-thirty? I've gotta get back to the store. Debby, you cunt! Get off your lazy ass and come over here. This pussy is your new roommate. I'm giving you a week to teach her the ropes. A week, hear me? If you fuck up, your ass is grass and I'm the lawn mower. You might as well get started now. Clean her up. Inside and out. If she doesn't know how to douche herself, show her. Or maybe you'd rather eat the jizz out of her. Would you like that? Sure you would. You'd fuck a pig if I told you to, wouldn't you, cunt?"
"And I'd do a real good job of it, too," she said sincerely. "Oh, don't worry, Charley, honey. By the time I finish with her, she'll be the second-best girl in the trade. Next to me."
Charley stopped putting on his shirt long enough to reach out and pinch the end of Debby's nearest tit. She squealed as he twisted her nipple back and forth. "Don't get a swelled pussy," he told the girl. "You're a piece of shit. Nothing else. I own you, and I tell you what to do. Say it."
"I'm a piece-a piece of SHIT!" Debby agreed, moving up and down on her toes as Charley kept squeezing and abusing her nipple. Charley let go and she settled down hesitantly. "Look how stiff it is," she said proudly, cupping the breast from beneath. The nipple, hard and sore, pointed out vividly. But she seemed eager for more of the same. Her face was flushed and her tits jiggled.
My God, Amber thought-is that what I'm supposed to become? Is that what they've kidnapped me for? Now, she feared, she was on the verge of really being sick. I have got to get out of this! she told herself.
Charley got into his pants and shirt, picked up his jacket. "We'll be back," he told Amber. "Me and Lou. And well be expecting to see a lot of improvement. You can go places, but you're gonna have to work, and you're gonna have to be good. Debby, you know the score. She stays here with you. All the time. You go out for anything, you fuckin' lock her in the place. If she gets to the lobby by herself, Ramon will take care of her-but if that happens, your ass goes to the cleaners, too. Got it?"
"Mmmm-hmmm," Debby nodded. "I know what I'm supposed to do, baby. I've been through it all. And you see how good I turned out. Oh, Charley, don't stay away so long. You almost never come to see me anymore, and I miss you. Hurry back, huh?" She let him fondle her naked body at the door, and then Charley went out. Debby locked up behind him, with a knob lock, a bolt, and a pin-and-chain. She turned to Amber.
"Jesus Christ, Rebecca, where did they find you, Sunnybrook Farm?"
"Amber," the girl replied. "Amber Houston. I'm from Pennsylvania, but they got me-" She began to explain hesitantly, with a lot of blushes and stammers. Debby cut her off in the middle of a sentence.
"I know it by heart," she said. "I went through the same fucking thing. About nine months ago. Came up from Wilmington with a couple of girlfriends. We'd just finished high school, thought we'd look for romantic glamorous jobs in the big city. Take a look at mine."
"Can things like this really happen?" Amber asked. "My God, it's 1977. We have the Constitution-"
"WE don't," Debby said flatly. "We are property. I suppose they showed you the videotape of your performance and threatened to send it to your parents?" Amber nodded. "Standard procedure. But it works. My parents would have shit if they'd seen the tape of me. God, those guys used me for a urinal! Came all over my face, pissed on me-ugggghhhh. Lou still has the tape. He likes to run it for me every month or so, as a reminder."
"There's a lot I don't understand." Amber said.
"It's simple. First, they run security for the store. They get their jollies watching women in the changing rooms, first of all." Amber remembered the big-titted girl who'd stripped at one of the two-way mirrors. "Second, they're on the lookout for shoplifters. Shoplifting is big business, in case you didn't know it. I sure know! As I understand it, Lou and Charley have two or three different options for shoplifters they catch-none of them sanctioned by the store, but what does the store know? Lou and Charley run Security. They can just ring for the cops, which they do, if the woman doesn't turn them on, or if it's a man by some freaky mischance. It's mostly women who steal in stores, but I have no idea why. Other women, they just strip down-searching, they call it-maybe feel her up, stick a finger up her hole to see if she's stashed anything there, give her a rough time in general-maybe even offer to let her trade a blowjob or a hot piece for dropping of the charges against her. That works with women who have some stake in society-doctors' wives, family connections, whatever. What they're really on the lookout for is young stuff-out-of-towners, especially. Dumb chicks from small towns in hick country. Like you and me."
"I mean, you were cherry as a pie for them. You and your boyfriend sneaked off from the rest of your group, and nobody knew where you were except each other, and he couldn't be sure. I mean, you were supposed to ball him, right? What if he figured, Jeez, Amber's got cold feet. She chickened out, must have run off to catch up with the others. Until everybody got together and counted noses, he wouldn't even be certain you were missing. And it's already too late to find you."
"Face it, kid. You fell for a dumb but effective ploy. They showed you the movies, offered to show them to your family and friends, ruin you even if you were the victim. They asked me if I'd like to have selected shots printed up in a special issue of a porno magazine that would only be sold in Wilmington. Sure, it would be bad, but you could live it down. But now you're here, and by the time it's possible for you to get out, you'll be so dirty you won't want to. Like me. I'm allowed to leave the building, go anywhere within reason. I could hop down to Grand Central and buy a bus ticket home. I even have the money. But I can't do it."
"Why not?"
"Don't you know what you're going to be? A hustler, baby. Call girls, almost. Expensive stuff. Young, fresh, tight-a hundred a trick, three hundred to stay all night and revel in our moist smooth flesh. Lou and Charley are security cops, but it's only a sideline. They're mainly pimps. All over town. They must have twenty, maybe thirty girls stashed here and there, none of them over twenty-one, all of them recruited just the way they got us. We're so easy to make disappear. Strangers in town, nobody knows us, nobody noticed where we went. When we vanish, it's into hooker bedrooms. And when we come out, we're whores."
"Not me," Amber said defiantly. "I'm gonna run away as soon as I can. You're so right-I mean, what can they do to me, once I'm home?"
Debby walked over to Amber while the younger girl was speaking. She looked at Amber a moment, then raised one hand and belted Amber hard, across the mouth. Amber bit her lip and tasted salty blood. Her eyes filled with tears of surprise.
"You'll shit solid gold, too," Debby said. "You try to skip out, and guess who gets into trouble, baby? Me. And I've been in trouble before. Do you know how I learned to walk the line? Starting out, I was a smart-ass, like you, ready to run. And they caught me-that grease-ball P.R. doorman did, and he called the big wheels. Well-first Ramon screwed me. He likes to do it up your ass, and he's big and he hurts like hell if you've never done it before. Jesus, he hurts like hell no matter how many times you've been corn-holed! The next day I was taken downtown, to a shitty photographic studio. The make movies there, the kind they show in arcades or sell under the counter at porno shops-the really sleezy stuff, not just films of fucking or sucking. I spent two days in front of the cameras, fourteen-hour days. The first day I must have gotten it from eight or ten different guys. In every combination you can think of. I was on my back for hours. Most of them gave it to me up the ass, for some reason I still don't understand-maybe the director just had a quota of backdoor movies. Oh, Jesus, it almost ruined me. I had two cocks in my cunt at the same time-big cocks, too, baby. They ripped me. I had to have stitches. They shit on me, they pissed on me, I had to drink piss, lick shit-" She hugged herself, shaking her head quickly as if that would knock the memories loose.
"The second day it was worse. I fucked dogs." She turned away. "You can buy some of the movies down on 42nd, if you check out some of the really crappy smut shops. Lou brought a few over one night and screened them for me. 'Get the idea, bitch?' he told me. Well, I got the idea, and I'm not rocking the boat. When Lou or Charley says shit, baby, Debby Fazio squats. And strains. You try any dumb tricks, you're gonna get it. From them. And from me. If I get my ass kicked on your account, yours gets kicked, too. Into the fuckin' hand basket they always talk about. I promise."
CHAPTER SIX
Amber's face was an ashy gray. She was horrified. Not because of Debby's threat, but because of the story she'd just heard. Gang rape-sex with animals-torture-brutality-recorded on film, no less-just to teach a lesson? Would they do that to me, too? Amber wondered. Oh, I'd die! For a moment she was afraid she might be sick again, but it passed.
"Don't sweat it," Debby said casually. "I got special treatment, because I tried to run away and go back home. If you behave yourself and turn out like a good whore, you'll do okay. Besides, this isn't bad. You get to work lying down, most of the time; and our lords and masters let us keep twenty per cent of the take. Tax free, unless you're queer for Uncle Sam. No rent on the apartment. And this is a nice place. Let me show you around."
She was right. It was nice. Big enough for two girls, with two bedrooms, a big living room, a neat kitchen, and a pleasant view from the terrace outside. Not especially homey, though, Amber decided, following Debby through the various rooms.
And by now, Amber was so used to being naked that only the unexpected cool touch of glass against her nipples reminded her that Charley had ripped the green dress from her body and left her bare. Debby was nude, too, walking with a lazy unconcerned gracefulness. She had a cigarette between her fingers and she blew out smoke rings, perfect smoke rings.
Just as much, Amber envied the way Debby walked, the pronounced but not overdone sway of hips, the way her buttocks moved up and down, the tautness of muscle in Debby's short, sturdy legs. Smooth, slick-looking flesh everywhere on the young prostitute, and it was coated with an even layer of tan. She must use a sun lamp, Amber decided. You can't get a tan like that in April except with a lamp.
"This is the bathroom," Debby said, opening the door. "And since we're here, why don't we get ourselves cleaned up? I smell like a nigger after I've been fucking and, if you haven't noticed yet, so do you. Your hair is a mess, too. Did somebody come in your face? And a douche. That should be the first priority, getting Charley's rotten cum washed out of you."
The bathroom was fairly large and well furnished. Plenty of light, lots of cabinet space. The tub was old-fashioned, big, with swanlike curves and four gilt legs that lifted it from the floor. Debby walked over to the tub and turned on the taps. Steam began to arise as the tub filled.
"Do you know how to use this?" she asked, handing Amber a smallish bottle with a long nozzle at the top. Amber shook her head. Sighing, Debby dropped to her bare knees in front of the young girl. "Spread 'em," she said. "Your legs. I have to put this thing inside you."
Amber spread her feet obediently. Debby put a hand on Amber's cuntal mound and the girl made an involuntary cry of discomfort. "Sorry," Debby said. "Did I hurt you?"
"It's a little tender," Amber confessed. "Like I said, I was fucked for the first time today. For the first three times, I mean."
"Hold still. I'll be as careful as I can."
Debby took hold and her fingers gently parted Amber's labia. It was a strange sensation, the blonde teenager decided, feeling these soft, slender fingers on her cunt. They felt so much like her own, touching the pussy flesh tenderly, not with the harsh, rapist crudity Lou and Charley had shown her.
"Now-" Debby worked the end of the nozzle into Amber's opening. Amber's eyes got big and she said, "Oh!" in surprise as the rubber tube moved up her sheath. There was a momentary tingle of hurting when it slipped past where her cherry had once been nestled, but beyond there it didn't feel exactly bad-it was-she wasn't sure how it felt.
Debby squeezed the balloon-like swell of the bottle and Amber felt something shoot into her pussy-liquid, bubbling its way up her cunt. "Oooohhh," she said in wonder. "It's cold!"
"Cold, but cleansing," Debby said. "Anyway, it's a token effort to keep you from getting knocked up your first day in the business. I'd better remind Lou to get you a prescription for the pill. Until then, I'll share mine with you. I'll bet those bastards never even considered the chance of getting you pregnant, did they?"
"I guess not," Amber said nervously. God, the nozzle of the douche bag was in her so deeply! And it jiggled around every time Debby squeezed more douche up her vagina. Amber's vision blurred and she started to breathe a little harder. "Whew," she said, fidgeting.
Debby gave her one more shot, then extracted the tube as carefully as she'd put it in. Amber shook her head, trying to clear up the haze that overshadowed her vision. Her pussy was very wet, liquid starting to flow from her cunt into her thick bush and down the insides of her legs. Debby reached in, sopping up a little of the overflow with her hand. Her fingers brushed the lips of Amber's pussy again, and Amber felt that mysterious tingle once more. She looked down, but Debby's eyes were fixed on Amber's bush.
"Okay," Debby said abruptly, moving back. She sat down on the commode, her legs widely parted, and she deftly inserted the nozzle into her own cunt. "Mmmm, that feels good!" she grinned as the stuff squirted into her. "Didn't you think so?" Amber shrugged, uncertain. "Well, I'd rather have this gushing up me than Charley's lousy cock." She pulled it out and set it aside. "Mmm. Tub's nearly full. Why don't you take your shoes and stockings off and hop in? I'll get the bubble bath and towels."
Amber removed her shoes and stockings and stepped into the tub. The water was very hot, knee-high when she stood up. She settled down into the water, giving a youthful sound of delight when her ass sank. She splashed happily, enveloping her body in the steamy warmth, and Debby came over with a box of bubble powder. Amber kept on splashing while Debby poured the flakes in, and the surface of the water fizzed over with bubbles. "Lemon?" Amber asked, sniffing. Debby nodded. "I love lemon," Amber sighed.
"Let me get your back," Debby offered, kneeling by the tub. "And I'll help you with your hair, too." Amber leaned forward and Debby began to rub a soapy-cloth up and down her back. The hands moved efficiently on Amber, and the blonde girl began to feel very, very comfortable. She liked back rubs, and this was almost a back rub. Oh, she thought, bathed in bubbles and steam, sitting here I feel like a queen. And Debby's my faithful maidservant, and this is the royal bathroom at the palace and nothing bad happened to me today. Nothing at all.
But I'm not a queen. And Debby isn't my servant. I'm an apprentice whore and she's a pro. And this is a whore's apartment and a whore's bathroom and somewhere today I took a wrong turn on the street and I wound up in hell.
Amber sighed. Her nostrils filled with the lemony scent of the bubbles, and Debby was still washing her back, and she resolved to think about it later. No matter what kind of trouble she was in, she could at least enjoy this luxurious bath.
She leaned back, washing the suds Debby had coated her with, and her little breasts thrust upward, large pink nipples taking five after their workout today. Debby worked shampoo into Amber's short fluffy hair.
"Okay, dunk yourself."
Amber closed her eyes and sank her head in the water. When she came up, Debby poured a bowl of warm tap water across Amber's hair, then smoothed it with her fingers.
Amber picked up a handful of bubbles and let them fall onto her tits. Water ran down the sides of her face as she smoothed soap into her tits, and she was more than a little surprised to feel her nipples stiff and rubbery under her fingers. She covered her tits with her soapy hands and massaged them lovingly, enjoying the pleasant feels which coursed through her entire body.
Even my pussy, she thought. It's not nearly as sore as it was. Soaking it in water was just what the doctor ordered. She squeezed her thighs together under the water, feeling the sweet pressure on her cunt. One hand dropped down, into her lap, and she laid a finger along the crease of her twat. "Aaaahhh," she murmured.
Something touched her shoulder and she looked around quickly. Water ran into one eye and she closed it. Debby's face was only inches from Amber's, moving nearer and nearer. Amber closed her other eye automatically, and then felt Debby's mouth come to rest on her own. Debby slipped her arm around Amber's neck and pulled the girl to the side of the tub. Amber shivered a moment in the prolonged kiss, and then she broke free. "What?" she asked.
Debby sighed. "Oh, what the hell?" She threw one leg over the side of the bathtub. Amber looked up in surprise, catching the unmistakable wink of Debby's pussy lips, not quite concealed by the triangle of brown fur which grew around them. Amber had never seen another woman's cunt that closely. Debby's inner lips poked out friskily through the slit, like two fattened tongues of flesh. Amber reached instinctively between her legs again, felt her own snatch. Not the same, she thought. My labia don't stick out. I'm smooth, smooth with a deep cut running through. Her fingers explored a little more, and the lips of her sex became even warmer than they out to be in the hot water.
Debby settled into the water facing Amber. It seemed a little crowded with two girls sharing the tub, and Amber felt more than a little uncomfortable. She'd never taken a bath with anyone before and she wasn't sure she wanted to stay in the tub with Debby. Strange feelings were simmering in her belly and she didn't fully understand them.
"I, uh, I think I'm finished," Amber said, starting to get up. Debby caught her hand and Amber settled back into the water with a little splash.
"Don't go," Debby said. "It's been a long time since-" She squeezed the hand she was still holding and she leaned forward in the water. Somehow Amber knew what would happen next and, though she urged herself to slide away, to jump out of the tub, her muscles didn't want to respond. She sat still, like a hunter watching a deer path, and then Debby's breasts touched her own stiff-nippled little titties, and Debby's arm locked around Amber's neck, and Amber found herself being kissed. Hungrily. Passionately.
Debby's lips were wet and warm, tongue peeking out between them. Amber moaned through her closed mouth as Debby's slippery tongue brushed back and forth over her lips, and she struggled, with all her strangely depleted strength.
Debby let one hand drop. The fingers landed on the wet, slippery curve of Amber's left breast and they took hold. She fondled Amber's nipple. If it had been stiff before, it became rigid now, in the space of a single hear be at, pointing and swelling and throbbing.
"Nnnnnn." That was Amber Jeannine Houston, groaning her righteous protest. Debby was holding both Amber's tits now, pumping them, pinching off the nipples with sly knowing tweaks that didn't hurt, only stimulated.
It occurred to Amber that her head wasn't being pulled into that strange unnatural kiss any longer. She could snap back out of it if she wanted, simply shake herself loose from Debby's leechlike mouth. If she wanted. But as Debby's lips grew hotter and hotter against her own, she found herself wondering if the kiss was really so strange, so unnatural, so wicked.
"Did you like that?" Debby asked. "I hoped you would, but I couldn't be sure till I tried. God, I can feel your heart beating."
She thrust out her tongue and let its tip glide up and down Amber's face, from hairline to jawbone and back again, both sides. She licked Amber's eyelids, traced a course up one side of Amber's nose and down the other. She licked Amber's lips, licked until the pretty blonde teenager was quivering and trembling in the water and her body was so hot and bothered the steaming bath felt like a snow bank into which she'd fallen naked and aroused.
"Lie back," Debbie said. "Brace your shoulders on the back of the tub and bring your legs up. High. Yes. Now put one of your legs over each of my shoulders. Okay, that's perfect. Now, I'm going to lift you a teensy little bit higher so that your darling little cunt isn't under the water. I want to eat you, but even though I'm a naughty girl I don't need to wash my mouth out with soap while I'm doing it. Oooohh, just look at your pussy! The hairs are all wet and curling away from your slit, and I can see it, sweet and pink and delicious and tight and clean-oh, God, it looks like it's never been used, and it's much too pretty to eat, but I'm going to eat it-I'm going to stick my tongue up you so far you'll feel it in your throat-mmmmmmmmmm!"
She dipped her face into Amber's crotch, blowing away the lingering bubbles, brushing soap away with her fingers, and at the same time she managed to spread the tender lips which had never been breached until this very afternoon. So much, Amber thought.
"Aaaaaahhhhh!" Amber moaned as Debby started a furious, zippy kind of licking around the blonde teenager's pretty pearl of a clitoris. She rocked in the tub, sloshing water dangerously near the upper edge, and her legs did a quivery, excited scissor lock on Debby's neck. The brunette whore's head bobbed from side to side, as if she were scratching an itch on the firm but yielding thighs that hemmed in on her, and her long tongue seemed to grow even longer, stretching a mile from her mouth to its destination in Amber's opened pussy trap.
Vaguely she remembered something Charley had said as he was going, about Debby's potential for douching Amber with her mouth. Was that it? She thought so. A crude choice of words, if so. It couldn't begin to describe the beauty of what was happening to her as she offered Debby her cunt with a willing heart and mind.
"Suck me, suck me, suck me," she moaned, helpless in the grip of passion that held her. She grabbed her tits and squeezed them. Debby had toyed till the nipples were hard, but they stiffened even more when Amber got her hands on them. She pinched her rosy pink titty-buttons, felt them throb and quiver between her fingers, tits all wet and slick from soap and sweat, and it seemed that her boobs hardened and swelled even more in her hands, as the hunger became consuming.
"I'm going to come in your mouth," she announced breathlessly. The words tickled her throat and she could barely hear herself saying them. "I'm going to come all over your face! Oh, God, Debby, it's burning inside me-don't stop-my clit-do it again-tick me there, make me shiver and shake-make me splash in the water!"
"Sweet, so sweet," Debby whispered from down between Amber's legs. "Like a virgin. Sweet and delicate and delicious."
"I'm full of cum-juice," Amber went on. "Can you tell? Can you taste it? I'm so wet it feels like I'm peeing into your mouth-but it feels too good to be piss-it has to be my cum, oozing out of me-ooooohhhhhhh-you almost got me that time-hit me again-suck me-get your tongue in my cunt! There it is!"
"Mmmmmmmm," Debby purred and crooned into the pussy convulsing against her face. Her tongue thrust out and lapped up the juices where they seeped and spurted from Amber's hole, and she floated her tongue all through the blonde's pink pussy.
She got her finger into Amber's twat while she spoke, and it corkscrewed in and out of the twitching young pussy, coating its wiggly length with the sweet and tangy secretions of Amber's hole.
Debby screwed in hard, felt Amber groan and buck suddenly, her lower body contorting and shaking. She gave a shrill happy cry of approval, then covered the entire young pussy with her voracious mouth. She dug her teeth into Amber's yielding supple flesh, wiggled her tongue up and down the cleft of the slit, and she sucked.
Amber began moaning and shrieking when Debby's tongue wormed in her cunt. But she didn't have to scream or plead or beg any longer, for she was coming, a river of girl-juice pumping into Debby's mouth. Debby sucked and drank and ate, and her tongue scooped cum from Amber's hole, shoveling the musky treat into her own mouth. She ate with loud, greedy, smacking sounds, and the noise of a willing feaster thrilled Amber almost as much as the act of eating itself. She hammered her pussy into Debby's face, smearing wet tangy juice all over Debby's mouth, and she groaned and moaned and chirped like a songbird. Her hands gripped the rim of the tub and her body trembled in the bathwater and it was a moment of pure joy. Words could never begin to describe it, Amber thought madly. All she could do was accept.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Sometime later, as the two girls sat in the bathwater, hardly noticing that it was now little more than lukewarm, Amber found the strength to speak. "That was the most exciting thing that ever happened to me."
Debby nodded, quite pleased. "You've never done it before? Honest to God? Oh, I'm glad I got your cherry, then. So to speak. For me, it's all there is."
Amber's eyes flickered. "But, when you were with Charley a little while ago-"
"I sounded like a horny bitch whose ass was burning for a big hard cock? I told you, you've gotta play the role that Lou and Charley expect you to play. I don't know if they think I'm really that hot for them, but it turns them on to see me all eager and sluttish and excited, and if they're turned on, then I usually get off pretty light. Like today. I hammed it up, but you did the real work."
"My God, Amber, I haven't wanted to be with a man since I told you about my two-day career as a movie star. That killed something in me. I was no virgin when I got into this business, not like you, poor baby. I had two or three years of fucking under my belt, and I was kind of a Wilmington wild girl. Lou and Charley spoiled all that for me. But this, baby, this I learned from the girl who had the apartment when they first brought me over. She tried it the first night and I punched her. Later, after they carried me home from the movie set, well, it just happened. The way it did with you and me. It's something to hold onto, Amber, something that belongs to us. It won't change, and those cocksuckers can't get in on it, and they can't spoil it."
"What happened to the other girl?" Amber wondered.
Debby shrugged. "She went one night with Lou and Charley. They'd booked her to entertain at a private party in Brooklyn. She never came back. They may have sold her. They may have killed her. I don't know, and I'm afraid to ask, and I don't want to talk about her anymore. Okay?"
"Okay," Amber said, a little nervous inside. That girl had disappeared, just the way Lou and Charley had made her disappear. It was a scary thought. She leaned against Debby, felt a brown nipple warm against her flesh. "Can I do it for you?" she asked. "I want to learn how. I want to make you feel the way you made me feel."
"I hoped you'd say that. But look, if it's your first time, the tub isn't a great place to get it on. You'll probably drown yourself trying to give me head. Why don't we dry each other and adjourn this meeting to my bedroom? Your room has been empty for a month and it needs to be cleaned up a little and aired out. New sheets on the bed, you know? All those housewifey chores."
"Okay!" Amber said. "But let's hurry, because I'm itchy to give it a try." She giggled. "Guess where I'm itching?"
"I don't have to guess. Let me scratch it for you. Ooohhhhh. It's sweet and tight. It tastes as cute as it looks, too, baby. I could eat you all day, but, yes, I want you to do me, and yes, I want it right now, so grab a towel and let's get our asses into gear!"
* * *
Debby Fazio dropped her towel with a stripper's erotic languidness and she slinked her body onto the red satin spread covering her bed. Her body looked like a slender streak of gold atop it. Amber stood by the bed a moment, watching, tasting with her eyes what she'd soon taste with her lips.
Debby was a lovely girl, she decided, and especially now, when she glowed from her bath. The features were a little too sharp and cynical to be real pretty, but the girl was striking and attractive and Amber thought her stunning. No makeup, of course, but her face shone with a luscious glow, and her hair was wet, lying in thick sweeps around her face. Her nipples stood up in erection.
Amber sidled onto the bed, sitting beside Debby for a moment. She put her hands on Debby's smooth belly and rubbed. She got her fingers onto Debby's tits in short order, toyed with the appealing nipples, while the fingers of her other hand twined in and out the wet matted triangle of fur that shielded Debby's cunt. Her fingers bumped against the protruding labia, and she felt a little shiver run though Debby, so she did it again.
"Oh, God, don't keep me waiting!" moaned Debby. "If you're gonna do it, Amber, for chrissake, do it!"
Amber hesitated another long moment while Debby simmered in suspense beside her. She chewed her lip, rested her hands on Debby's warm damp body, and she wondered if she really could bring herself to do it. She'd never even had the impulse to make love with another girl before, never given it the slightest thought.
She leaned in, kissed Debby's lips, then let her mouth slide down the girl's body. She enjoyed having her own nipples kissed and sucked and licked, and she suspected the same might be true of Debby Fazio. It was. But what Amber Houston had never guessed was that having a stiff qui very nipple caught between her lips, to let her tongue tickle the end of the nipple and her spit bathe it.
Debby moaned when Amber's lips covered the end of a hard, firm titty, and the nipple grew fat and lusty in Amber's mouth, throbbing against the point of Amber's pink tongue. She sucked it harder, loving the sensation as much as she loved the pleasure she was giving, and then she hurried to do equal justice to the other nip. It was grateful too, swelling and firming, and Debby stroked Amber's wet blonde hair.
Amber licked her way down Debby, excitement building, and she was almost sidetracked by the delights of Debby's navel. She rimmed it round and round with her tongue, and Debby's belly quivered and trembled. But the smell of arousal was strong, wafting up from her new friend's pussy, and the aroma filled Amber's nostrils, enlivened her with the courage to go ahead and try. She licked down from the puckered navel, into the upper edge of the brunette whore's pubic fur, and the feel of curly little hairs tickling her tongue was just too much! "Oh, wow," sighed Amber, giggling. Her tongue shivered, then bee-lined for the crease of Debby's cunt.
She pried the lips open, roughly, using her fingers, and Debby gave a soulful groan which changed to a sigh of pleasure when Amber thrust her tongue into the opened gap. God, the taste! Debby was right! It was like drinking milk with honey stirred in. Or so it seemed, the flavor tingling on the tip of Amber's tongue.
Amber held Debby's puss open with her fingers and allowed her tongue to go where it chose. Up and down the slick red vulva, in and out the crevices and folds of sweet, dripping wet girl-tissue, back and forth over the mouth of the pussy-tube itself, and up to probe for Debby's clit.
Amber was having nearly as massive a reaction as the girl whose pussy she was eating. She felt a throb of joy shoot through her own cunt-it had been gobbled, and gobbled well, not so many minutes ago-a happy simmering between her legs.
"God," Debby sighed, "you're good. I can't believe you've never-keep in there, stick it up me-NOWWWWW!" Her voice cracked with strain and emotion. "My clit, quick, baby, suck me. Suck my clittttt!"
Her voice trailed off and she lay on the bed shaking and vibrating. Husky gasps seeped through her clenched teeth. Was she coming? Amber wasn't sure. Her own orgasms were different. She yelled a lot and racked around and her legs jerked as if she were going into an epileptic fit from the toes upward. Maybe Debby had a different set of responses. Better keep working, Amber decided.
She moved her mouth up to- Debby's clit, sucking, licking it with gusto. The little button was red and stiff, coated in a sweet juicy dew that never seemed to go dry no matter how voraciously Amber sucked the quivery nub. Debby's moans came from deeper in her throat now, and her body rocked beneath Amber. Amber rocked too, her mouth following hungrily after Debby's juicy, responsive sex trigger. She had her fingers in the girl's vulva, stroking up and down the slick, greasy flesh, and it seemed so easy, so natural, to work a couple of fingers into the sucking maw of Debby's pussy hole.
Debby went into convulsions at the first stab, her pussy milking up and down the inserted fingers, and she wailed in her deep throaty tones. Amber felt a chill run up and down her spine. She rubbed her thighs together, massaging her pussy while she ate Debby's and she knew that, given a few moments' grace and self-stimulation, she could burst into a massive come of her own, right here and now.
Faster, she thought. Faster and harder! She sucked Debby and she kept her fingers ramming in and out of Debby, fucking like a man. Debby's cunt was wet as a river where it engulfed Amber's thrusting fingers. Her clit felt as big as a thumb in Amber's mouth and Amber sucked and nibbled and tongued, purring around the little bud caught between her lips, while her thighs continued to massage her own pussy and she sensed orgasm nearing for herself, too.
Debby's clitoris was slick and slippery in Amber's mouth, rolling in the blonde girl's free-flowing spit, a delight to suck and nibble. It throbbed with excitement, pulsating rapidly, and Amber kept on pulling it with her lips, brushing her tongue back and forth across the super-sensitive tip. "Ohhhh," Debby groaned, thrashing about on the bed, rocking Amber with her.
Amber held on, and she kept her fingers stabbing into Debby's wet hole. Debby's thighs closed on Amber's hand, all warm and smooth and moist, and there was an overpowering scent of aroused pussy, flooding the air of the bedroom. Amber's head spun with the intoxication of that smell, and she wasn't sure if she wanted this to go for the rest of the night, or if it would be better on all counts to come now, she and Debby, surrendering their young bodies to passionate release. Oh, she thought, I can't stand the prolonging, I want it now!
She burrowed into Debby's cunt with face and fingers, and slapped her other hand into her own crotch. Two fingers jammed their way up the young blonde girl's pussy channel. The backs of her knuckles grazed the stiff bud of her own clit. And she was corning swiftly, a rush of juice and muscle spasm, and she worked faster, harder, on Debby, feeling the brunette girl suddenly burst into her own soaring come, wet and sloppy on Amber's face, with the smell of twat and the agitated flutter of muscles and tissue. Her mouth full of pussy hair and wet swampy twat, Amber collapsed onto Debby's cunt. Her own legs shook and twitched and her toes kept curling and uncurling and curling again. Around her two deep-thrust fingers, Amber's pussy throbbed and quivered until the muscles could not respond again, and the girl's lower body went limp. Satisfied, but drained.
* * *
"Do you think I'm adjusting?" Amber asked kittenishly, picking off a couple of pubic hairs that had stuck to her lips and were ticklish against her skin.
"Oh, baby," grinned Debby, sitting up. She held out her arms and swept the sixteen-year-old blonde into a warm, loving embrace, "Oh, baby, I think you'll do just fine! I mean, this isn't much of a life, sure, but, together, I think we're gonna make it. Jesus, I needed you! I didn't know how much until I found you, but I really needed you. Life is worth living again. Thanks."
"For you, maybe, but what about me? For the love of God, Debby, I don't want to be a goddamned whore! I never wanted to be one! I mean, I can't just disappear while the class is in New York."
"You already have," Debby pointed out. "You're here, and I've been told not to let you out of my sight, so here you stay. The phone? You see the phone and you're thinking you'll call for help. I know the feeling. That grease-ball Ramon, downstairs, he monitors phone calls from this apartment. And who would you call, anyway? The cops? Jesus, Amber, there are seven honest cops in Manhattan, and they're all pounding the beat over by the East River. Forget it."
Oh, Lord, the girl thought, it looks like I'm gonna have to get used to it. But what about my friends? My family? Oh, God, my parents-they'll be worried sick when I don't come home! What will they think, finally? That I'm dead? Oh, no!
Oh, it was so difficult to think of sad things now-now that Debby's fingers moved friskily in and out of Amber's twat. The pretty blonde teenager sighed and shivered and she lay like a rubber doll against the brunette hooker, allowing her delicate pussy petals to be manipulated by knowing hands. It was a sweet feeling, as sweet as it had been sour this afternoon with the two men who'd raped and abducted her. So gentle, she thought. Like someone holding a small fragile bird with a broken wing. That's how she's stroking me.
Amber reached down, covered Debby's hand, began to work it like a tool, the fingers scraping as they were awkwardly guided in and out of Amber's snug hole. "Mmmmm," she sighed, humping against Debby's probing hand. This was far and away the nicest thing she'd experienced all day, this intimacy with Debby. If she had to be a whore, and if she had to live with another whore, then Debby was the ideal choice.
"God, I'm hungry," Debby announced suddenly. "It's quarter after seven! We've fucked away the entire afternoon, you delicious little tramp! Come on, we can play anytime, but I need some food in my belly. Anyway, I have a couple more surprises for you. Come on. I'll put a frozen pizza in the oven, and there's some wine. We'll get smashed, eat pizza, blow a little weed, and roll across the living room like warthogs. Game?"
Amber shrugged. "Why not? I like mushrooms and anchovies, and lots and lots of garlic."
"Mushrooms and anchovies, yes, but no garlic. Not if you intend to kiss me. I'm Italian, but I draw the line. I'll go start the pizza. Sit tight till I get back, okay?"
She returned in a few minutes, bringing with her a bottle of wine and what looked like a thin attach' case. "This is the other surprise," Debby announced. "Pour us some vino and I'll get ready." When Amber came back from the bar with two brimming glasses of red wine, Debby had opened the case. In one hand she held what looked like a small elastic belt, in the other a-Amber stopped, eyed the object warily. Debby looked up. "Sit," she commanded.
She took a deep swallow of wine, red juice ringing her mouth after she put down the glass. "This? This, baby, is called a DILDO. See how cleverly it's shaped, of smooth pink plastic, to mimic the human cock? Touch it. Won't bite you. Don't be afraid. This is something you'll have to get used to, baby. We use it a lot in the business. I don't care a hell of a lot for it, myself, but we'll be getting customers who want three-ways, and we'll be doing private parties with exhibitions and train-pulls and everything, and dildoing one another is ideal for two-girl teams, like we're gonna be. See, I just slip the belt around me. It rides low, and the harness piece, here, attaches to the base of the diddler, like so, and, an adjustment or two later-VOILA!" She stood up, the elastic belt in place, the pointy, knobbed end of the hollow plastic sex toy thrusting forth. "I have tits and I have a cock, too. What sex am I? Girl, Amber baby, and don't you ever forget it. What I do with this thing, see, is to slip it up your pussy, like so-"
"No," Amber said, "I don't think I want to."
"It won't hurt," Debby assured her. "Look." She removed the hollow dildo from its harness and sat down on the floor, legs spread widely, feet drawn back. Breathing heavily, she began to rub her cuntal area with the plastic tip of the thing. It looked so real, except for the toy-pink color, that Amber was taken slightly aback.
"Mmmmmm." Debby jiggled the dildo against her pussy mouth. The puffy, protruding lips gave way and three or four inches of the object penetrated her snatch. She blinked hard, her fingers tightening around the four or five inches of dildo sticking out from her hole.
"I couldn't," Amber said. "I could never-"
"Can, and will," Debby corrected, working the sex tool with small wrist flips. It did a kind of corkscrew in her, slipping in, retreating outward, sliding home again. Not very deeply, just enough to give Amber an idea of the process. "Listen, baby, the stuff we did in the bedroom-I loved it, as much as you did. That's great, because well have to do it plenty more times, to turn on the paying customers as well as for our own private joys and amusements. And this is part of the act we have to put On. It doesn't begin to compare with the way I feel when your tongue is in me. C'mere. Use your hand. Screw me with it. See? It's easy. Just work it in and out. Not so fast. Oh, go ahead and do it faster!" Her face reddened and her tits heaved with her rapid breathing, and Amber screwed into Debby again and again with the plastic prick. It wasn't so cold now. It was heating from Debby's wet cunt and from Amber's clutching hand.
"Stop," Debby groaned, "stop now. I don't want to get so involved that we let the pizza burn in the oven. Take it out. Carefully."
Amber looked at the dildo. The upper half of it was coated and fragrant with Debby's cunt-juice. She sniffed the pleasant smell, then began to lick it with the frisky tip of her tongue. "Great," Debby said, patting her shoulder. "Well use it in the act."
She kissed Amber hungrily, took a drink of wine and kissed her again, passing some of the wine into Amber's mouth. Their wet mouths sloshed together passionately, and Amber felt her nips stiffening with lust where they touched Debby's tits.
Debby was the one who broke off the kiss. She gasped in a lungful of air. "Hey," she said, "turn on the TV! One of the stations is running a Bogart festival this month and Casablanca begins in about five minutes. We can cry through it together."
"Okay!" Amber liked Bogie too, and she hadn't seen any of his films in months. "Which channel?" she asked, turning on the set. It was an instant-on model and the screen was suddenly full of a newsman.
"Wrong channel," Debby said, and Amber was about to flip the switch when she caught the newsman's words. She stopped, fingers on the selector button, and she listened.
"In late-breaking news," the announcer said, "New York's finest cracked down this evening on a widespread vice ring operating in the city. Here, with on-the-spot coverage is Marilyn Bergman."
Cut to a downtown street corner, a woman standing on the sidewalk holding a microphone. "This is Marilyn Bergman for Action News. Only moments ago, the Police Department's special vice detail entered this business establishment -" the camera swung to the side and Amber was astonished to see that it was the Very store where she'd been molested this afternoon "-and arrested two men charged with pandering, bribery, and ... "
She talked on, but Amber wasn't listening. For the news camera was still fixed on the front door of the store, and through it came a swarm of policemen, leading with them two handcuffed men, one of them tall and lean, the other big and beefy, like a football tackle.
"Look!" Amber screamed, and her hand closed savagely on the dildo. She heard the plastic crack in her fist.
"Ohmygod," Debby said, "it's Lou and Charley! They've been busted. My sweet Jesus, maybe there ARE a few honest cops left in New York! Handcuffs! Look at the handcuffs! Did you ever see anything so cute as those fucking handcuffs? She grabbed Amber by the shoulders, hugged the young blonde passionately. "Listen-"
".. and Charles T. Roberts, both of Manhattan. Police sources allege that the two men have been using a store security operation as front and recruitment for prostitution. One informant, speaking off the record, tells us that Weber and Roberts trafficked for the most part in underage girls. The men will be booked and arraigned in night court."
"I don't believe it," Debby said. "Talk about an act of God, baby. Well, you're looking at it. Right there!" She touched the TV screen with her middle finger, planting its tip on the image of Charley and Lou in handcuffs. Amber sat on the floor shaking her head. "It's your out, you dummy! If Lou and Charley are headed for jail, it's an out for both of us. Anyway, Charley has an address book. If the cops have him, and they have it, too, and they'll be running down all the names listed. Which means they'll be here, and probably soon. I'm sure you don't want to be picked up in this apartment, do you? Goddamn it, Amber, do I have to draw you a fucking picture? You can go back-to whatever group it was you came to town with-make up some story about where you've been for the afternoon. Nobody will ever know that you spent the day as a white slave."
Amber sat on the floor, stunned. The report on Lou and Charley was finished, and it was back to the newsman at his desk. She stared at the screen, her jaw hung slack, and suddenly she was jolted back into reality. The screen was full of her-of the face of Amber Houston, a black and white photo on pale blue background-her last year's yearbook picture. She shook her head and something rattled inside. She could hear.
"Amber Houston, reported missing at six o'clock. Ms. Houston, who became separated from a high school tour group visiting the Big Apple, is described as five feet three inches tall, one hundred pounds, blonde, wearing a pink dress."
"God," Debby said, pulling Amber's shoulder. "This is your lucky day. You've been officially missing for-say an hour and a half. Tell them-oh, fuck, tell them you just got lost and wandered around seeing the sights on your own and you were in a store or something and caught your picture on the tube and realized nobody knew where you were-they'll believe you. You'll catch bloody hell, but it won't last long. Come on, you stupid ass! I'll find you something to wear. You'll have to make up a lie about your pink dress, and you can get your darling little buns on the street, back to wherever you came from."
She hurried Amber into the bedroom, found a sweater that fit the girl loosely and a pair of slacks that were a reasonably good fit, too. No time for underwear, Debby said. Amber stepped into her shoes, found herself being steered to the door. "Go," Debby said. "I have to pack a few things and I have about ten grand stashed in the apartment. Not leaving without that. Goodbye, Amber. Good luck." She kissed Amber, shoved her through the front door, and slammed it shut behind the blonde.
My God, I'm free! Amber suddenly realized. She ran to the elevator, punched the button for the lobby, and stood tapping her foot till the cab came up. The door finally opened and she stepped out into the lobby. It was just turning dark outside, night settling upon the canyons of concrete, and she made for the door. Just as she pushed to open it, something hard came down on her shoulder and she turned around in panic.
"Where the fuck you think you're going?" inquired Ramon, the doorman Charley had introduced her to this afternoon. The doorman who had been assigned to make sure she didn't leave the building.
CHAPTER EIGHT
She tried to break free, but he yanked on her arm and Amber went stumbling toward Ramon, her lungs afire with dread and fear. Seen up close, he was even greasier than he had seemed at that brief meeting this afternoon, but she could remember, all too clearly, what he'd said then, what Debby had told her about the man and his sexual interests. Fucking assholes-that was his game, he had announced proudly, with confirmation from Debby. And Charley had promised him Amber, if she tried to run away and he stopped her.
Cringing, she said, "Let go! I have to-"
"You gotta shit!" Ramon barked, snapping his wrist and spinning her against him. He caught her with one hand on the ass and he pulled her tightly into his forced embrace. Her tits trembled under the sweater, and his eyes brightened.
"Mmmmm, nice," he said throatily. "And since I caught you before you could get out the door, you know what that makes me?" Amber shook her head. He leaned in close, pushed aside her fluffy blonde hair and whispered into one throbbing ear. "It makes me the stud that's gonna fuck your little asshole, bitch. Fuck it till you fuckin' can't run away no more! You gonna need a fuckin' doctor just to get you back on your feet, when I'm done with you."
He slipped his hand under, the loose sweater, worked it upward and around, and closed his fist over one of her unhaltered breasts. She moaned, and she tried to scream, but her throat was too tight and constricted. It came out as a gasp, high-pitched but almost inaudible even to Amber. Ramon squeezed her tit, slipping his other hand down onto her ass. He pinched her there, pinched her through the borrowed slacks. She was bare under them, too, and she could feel him so vividly, so painfully.
"Confess, Mama," he whispered. "You can tell Ramon the truth. You tried to sneak away just so you could go a couple rounds with me? Oh, come on, bitch, don't lie. You knew fuckin' well that I'm the doorman, that I watch this door, that you couldn't sneak your ass past me. You wanted to get caught, huh?"
Wanted to get caught? Christ! She'd been so excited at her last minute reprieve that she'd forgotten all about Ramon. Until he grabbed her shoulder.
"Oh, baby, Charley promised me a crack at you, but I didn't think you'd give it to me so soon. C'mon, in here," and he led her toward a small door that opened just inside the lobby.
"No, you don't understand," Amber protested, dragging her feet. "Lou and Charley-they've been arrested by the police. It's all over. They can't make me stay here now, and you can't either!"
"Don' know nothin' bout no stinking police," Ramon grinned. "All I know is, Charley promised me your ass and I'm gon' take it." He opened the door and shoved Amber into the darkness. Reaching in, he flipped on a light, then slammed the door behind him.
It was a small room, like a monk's cell, with brooms and mops and snow shovels along the walls, a small table in the middle playing cards strewn here and there on its formica top. There was a single naked bulb over the table, and she could smell whiskey and cigarette smoke, both stale, hanging in the air.
Ramon tilted the table and the cards spilled to the floor. "Get me started," he said. "I could get hard just rubbing up against you, bitch, but you might as well do a little of the work, too. On your knees." He planted his ass on the edge of the table, legs spread wide. Amber hesitated, so he backhanded her across the cheek, then wrenched her wrist. Reluctantly she moved down, slowly, onto her knees. "Suck my cock. And suck it nice. Charley says you got a lot to learn about eating peter. Maybe I give you a few lessons, huh?"
There seemed no way out of it. Amber reached up with her single free hand. She unzipped Ramon's trousers, pushed the skirt of his uniform jacket out of the way. His cock was limp and she had no trouble getting it out.
Despite his boasts at their first meeting, she saw nothing exciting or overly developed about his rod. It was a tiny shrivel of limp meat and her fingers rolled it easily. "Well, don't just sit there. Suck it," he told her. "I wanna get hard. And when I do, I'm gonna shove my cock up your tight pink asshole, bitch. You gon' feel like you shittin', the wrong way."
"You're disgusting," she said. "Debby was right. I think you are a grease-ball. And probably a faggot, too."
He grabbed a handful of hair and pulled till Amber's eyes became salty and wet with tears. "Don' talk, cunt! Use that mouth the way God meant you to use it-eating my prick."
She lifted a little, and her lips touched the soft stub of Ramon's dick. There seemed no way around it. If only she could get this over with and then find some way to get out of the building before the police arrived. Debby was sure they would be here, and soon. Oh, God, she thought, I can fake my way through it, but only if I get back to the hotel now. I can He to Mrs. Palmer-tell her just what Debby told me to say-but not if the police catch me. She stuck out her tongue and started licking, swiftly, desperately. His cock began to stiffen against her tongue, in the grip of her thumb and index finger, and she licked faster.
He got hard quickly, and, to her surprise, he got impressive too. His cock wasn't long. She guessed it might go five inches in length. But it was thick. My God, she thought, he was as thick as a fucking horse! When he was fully erect, it was all she could do to get him in her mouth. Her lips ached from the necessary stretching and she trembled to imagine how a fence post like this one would feel, invading her tight virgin asshole.
It was still virgin, the only virginity she had, as nearly as she could remember. Oh, God, Jesus, he'd rip her to shreds if he tried to fuck her there! She made gurgling sounds as she sucked Ramon's cock, and she was hoping, deep in her heart, that MAYBE he'd lose control and shoot off in her mouth. And surely she could run faster than he could, when her future depended on it.
He didn't lose control, no matter how lusciously she made her tongue swirl around him. By God, she thought, I'm starting to get the hang of this. It was only his size that discomfited Amber. The fact of his cock in her mouth was no longer distressing, let alone the possibility that he might squirt his cum down her throat while she sucked. This morning she wouldn't have consented to that under any circumstances, but she wasn't the same girl she'd been this morning.
Ramon kept thrusting, his hands on Amber's head. He kept her in one place and fucked her mouth for several quick, deep strokes. Her teeth scraped the sides of him as he worked in and out. There was no way she could prevent it. Her mouth was small, definitely not used to sucking cocks as big in diameter as this one. He'd make two of Scott, she remembered. Scott. Oh, poor Scott! He must be worried sick about her, even more than Mrs. Palmer or the other kids. She'd been with him when she disappeared. God, she prayed, you've finally started to come through for me. Help me again. Give me some way out of here, some means of getting away from Ramon.
"Suck it, cow," Ramon grinned, squeezing her cheeks. "Ohhhh, YEAH!" It must be an agonizingly tight fit on his cock, but he was used to that. Fucking assholes was his specialty. Oh, dear God, how would that feel? He'd be in his glory, shit-holing her.
She let his cock ride out of her mouth and she rubbed her hands up and down its stiff bulk, massaging her saliva into Ramon's flesh. While she did that, her tongue moved on him, licking the head, licking the fat vein that ran up the underside of his pecker, the tube which carried his cum. Why didn't he groan and grab her and shoot his seed all over her face? In her mouth, even? She wouldn't mind. Not so much. She was pretty sure she could swallow his scum without being too sick. She'd drunk enough of the stuff today to kill her allergy. Anything to keep him from trying. All he could do was try, she reminded herself, to stick his cock up her ass.
One of her hands slipped into his undone fly and she found his balls. He wasn't wearing shorts and his small, compact nuts were easy to locate. Amber worked them in her fingers like two steel balls.
"Suck some more," he said. "I may come twice. Once in your hot mouth and once in your ass. You're learning fast, cunt. Charley said this was your first day, that he'd popped your goddamn cherry just this afternoon, but you're suckin' as if you'd been born with a dick in your mouth. Did your mama teach you that, or maybe that dyke whore Charley stuck you in with?"
Amber gurgled in resentment. Insulting her mother, insulting Debby. She wanted to bite his ugly, greasy cock. But she was afraid to.
"I know that bitch," Ramon added. "She's a pussy hound. She fucks men for money, but she eats pussies for love. Did she eat your pussy, whore? Bet she did. Bet she spread your tight little lips and stuck her nose up your cunt and slobbered all over you. Did you like it? Bet you didn't like it half as much as you dig my rod in your mouth right now. Baby, this rod is a woman killer. I get it in you, you're gon' scream and yell and holler like a motherfucker, but wait till you feel my cum squirting up your shitter. MMMMMMM, BABY! Suck it!"
Amber closed her ears to his obscene monologue and kept on gobbling his dick. Her mouth was adapting a little better now. She could suck him without so much pain, but he was compensating by deeper thrusts, and her throat wasn't limber enough to accommodate even a short cock like Ramon's without some degree of discomfort.
"Slide your tongue around me. C'mon, bitch, let me feel it. You good. You real good. One of these days, when you a full-fledged whore, maybe I come up and see you, pay you a hundred dollars. And, oh, baby, I'm gon' do everything to you then-fuck every hole you got-maybe squeeze your titties together on my pecker and squirt cum all over your face."
She sucked, trying to ignore his language, but the idea of this greasy corrupt person shooting his cum into her mouth started to have the old, familiar effect on Amber. She tried to pull back, dislodge him from her mouth.
He pushed the back of her head and she was impaled orally by his hard, thick tool. Amber gagged and choked, but he entered the upper part of her throat all the same and she was totally full of him. She coughed, and her teeth gnawed from side to side, scraping him raw.
"OW, GODDAMNTT!" Ramon yelped, jerking himself out of her mouth. His cock was sloppy with drool, and the tip of him, swollen up like an apple, looked as if it had been smeared liberally with Vaseline. Amber realized that he was leaking jism along with his pre-cum, that she must have already swallowed at least some of his seed while he was banging her throat. Well, she thought philosophically, I'm still alive, aren't I?
Ramon lifted the girl to her feet. He immobilized her face with a set of fingers gripping her chin; with his other hand he lifted the hem of Amber's borrowed sweater, baring the jiggly, pointed little titties. He grabbed one of them and twisted it savagely. "Don' ever bite nobody again. Got that, bitch?" He squeezed her chin, forced her to nod her head. "NEVER AGAIN," he repeated. "And especially Ramon Escudero!"
Abruptly, he released her, and Amber started to slump. Ramon caught her before she fell. He stepped away from the table on which he'd been sitting, shoved her down on it. She lay on her stomach, panting and gasping, the formica slick and cold on her nipples. He pushed her down, grinding his fist on her backbone, and she moaned in dread. She was bent from the waist forward, her pert young ass sticking up in the pants she'd borrowed from Debby.
"Let's get to it, Mama," Ramon leered from behind. He reached under Amber, loosened the button of her pants, and pulled. "No pants underneath?" he asked as her bare bottom flashed into view. "White ass. All-America, huh? Blonde, fluffy, all-America pussy? Spread 'em for me."
His fingers poked into her crack, and he didn't wait for Amber to cooperate. He parted the cheeks of her ass and gouged with one finger at her tiny, tight anus. She lifted her face and wailed "AAAAAGGGGHHHHH! IT HURTS!"
"Don't blow your fuses yet, bitch. This is just my finger. Think about how it's gon' feel when I stick my cock in you! My big fat cock. Tell me how bad you want it."
"Please," Amber whispered, "let me go. I have to leave, I have to go home. The police are coming to this building. I don't want to be here when they arrive-I'll be in trouble-a lot of trouble."
"You in trouble now," he corrected. "Tryin' to run away. I'm glad you did, because I'm the big winner. You ever had a cock up your asshole before, pretty little blonde chickiepie?"
"N-n-nooooo," Amber moaned, her thighs burning where his hands rubbed up and down. "And I don't want one now."
"All the better. Gon' open up your eyes, baby. You won' NEVER want it no other way. It's tight, bitch, really tight, and for the first few inches, feel like it's gon' split you wide open. And I'll have to ram you hard, real hard, to get it in you, in the first place. That's gon' hurt, too. You'll holler and yell your head off, but it won' help. I'll be stickin' it in you and you be wiggling and screaming and you gon' be full of me, down where you can really feel it. Oh, bitch, lemme stick just the tip of my finger in you. Feel how it's gon' be. Here goes! Yeahhhhhhhh!"
Amber screamed again. Her asshole was too tiny even for his finger, but he gouged at her, determined to enter the girl, and eventually her muscle popped and he stuffed maybe an inch of his middle finger up Amber. She saw stars. Her head throbbed with pain and her heart pulsated as if it meant to rip its way out of her body. "Stop, for the love of Christ," she moaned. "Stopppppppppp!"
He pushed a little deeper, and it didn't hurt a bit less. She strained against the table top, but she couldn't slink down lower or lift up. She was pinned like a butterfly to a mounting board.
"Snappy," Ramon complimented. "Gringo asses and pussies are all snappy and tight, and, man, I dig the shit out of fucking them. Hold on to your hat, little blonde bunny. Time for you to get your buns fucked off. I hope you woman enough to take it, because, baby, I am man enough to give it to you!"
He was determined to rape Amber, and Amber was his prisoner, captured on the very threshold of escape. God, she thought, it hasn't changed. I'm just in a different cell this time.
Ramon slapped her white buttocks until she was dancing on her feet. He leaned in, tickling her pussy from the rear with the fat, wet tip of his dong. "Feels good, Mama, but I don' want to put it there. Here's where I wanta fuck you, and here's where I'm GON' fuck you. Just ... like ... this!"
He shoved the head of his rod at her tight asshole. Even though he'd just been inside her with his finger, the muscles of her anus had snapped back into place and she was as resistant as before. He thrust mightily with his pecker, and she resisted him just as mightily, straining not to let him inside her. That cock of his would split her guts. It would ruin her young flesh. She'd have to have stitches, just as Debby had, once. She remembered seeing the little white cars around Debby's hole, during the relaxation after she ate the girl. Little x's in the skin, where the sutures had been sewn through Debby's flesh. And next, me! thought Amber. Next, me! She clenched her teeth and gripped the sides of the table, determined to fight as long and as hard as she could.
"Loosen up," he commanded, slapping her buttock again. It stung on her flesh, but she summoned up all her courage and resistance.
"No!" she snapped. "I'm not going to help you. If you're the big stud you claim to be, then you can put it in all by yourself."
"Okay, bitch, if that's the way you want it."
He shoved hard, and Amber screamed at the top of her lungs. The head of his rod felt enormous trying to fuck its way into her asshole, and she was in a tumult of agony. Her muscles were still holding form-or were they?
"Now," he said with a gasp. "I think-think I've-"
He thrust again, and Amber felt a sinking in her guts. Her asshole was starting to dilate, and he was going to get inside her, this stab. He seemed to know it too. He pushed harder, exploiting the weakness he had found, and she tried to make her body a clenched mass of steel, totally impregnable to Ramon's questing peter.
"NNNNNGGGGHHHHHH!" He'd done it. He'd gotten his cock into her asshole. She felt him in her, big and brutal, and she couldn't breathe, couldn't see, could do nothing except shiver in pain and fright. Ramon slipped her another inch, and it was worse, even than the agony of his first, beachhead penetration.
"Here we go, baby. I'm gon' ram it all the way up you. Feel my balls tickling your pussy lips. Hang onto your fuckin' hat, bitch, 'cause you gon' get FUCKED!"
"RAMON, YOU GREASEBALL SON OF A BITCH!"
Amber was in too much pain to identify the voice. She was nearly too preoccupied with her situation even to notice the voice. But suddenly Ramon's tool jumped out of her, as painfully as it had gone in, and she collapsed into a pool of melting flesh. She sank from the table to the floor, landing on her knees, pants down, sweater up. She grabbed the table legs and, slowly, she turned to the door.
Ramon stood there, flushing angrily, his cock sticking out in red, frustrated erection, and he was looking at the door too. Where Debby stood, seething.
"Debby!"
The brunette whore held a small train case in her left hand. Her face was livid with rage. "Goddamn you," she said, "if you've hurt her, I'll kill you!"
Ramon lifted his hands. "Get out of here, slut. I'll tell Lou and Charley all about this, they'll fix your ass but good. Send you down to the Bowery to' fuck winos. Or maybe they'll pump you off to the German shepherds again. Seen some of those movies you made. Liked the one where the dog squirts cum into your mouth and you drink it like cum's going out of style tomorrow and you wanna get all you can today."
"You cocksucker," Debby snarled. She lifted the train case, swung it in a wide, powerful arc. Ramon tried to protect his face, but she wasn't aiming at his face. Debby smashed his cock with the train-case, and Ramon gave a shrill, almost feminine cry of anguish and pain. He doubled up, clutching the stiff rod she had hit with all her might, and while he was doubled over, Debby banged him two or three times on the head. He gave a muffled cry and fell onto his face. One of his arms slung across Amber's legs and she winced at his touch.
"For the love of Christ," Debby said, "I forgot all about him! I sent you into the lion's den and I didn't give you anything to defend yourself with! Are you okay?"
Amber nodded. "I think so. He didn't really get a chance to do much."
"Well, come on. Stand up. Pull up your pants. Oh, Jesus, what a sweet pussy, Amber! Are you sure you wanna go back to wherever it is you're from?"
"I'm sure, Debby. Really sure."
"Well, let's get out of here. I've got two bags packed, everything I want to keep. I think I'll go to Vegas. I've got the money for a plane fare, and I hear a sharp girl can do pretty well for herself out there. Maybe this time I won't have to support a pimp. Maybe I can go into business for myself. They have places in the desert in Nevada, where hooking is legal-regular brothels, legit as hell. Oh, Christ, are you sure you don't want to with me?"
"I'm sure," Amber insisted. "I'm never going to fuck anyone for money. Only for love."
Debby shook her head. They were on the street now, in the flood of light from the lobby. She put down her suitcase and train case, took Amber in her arms and kissed her lovingly. "Well," she said, "which way are you going?" Amber pointed. "Then I'm going the other way. Out of temptation's reach. Take this. You might need it." She pressed a fifty into Amber's hand. The blonde girl caught a quick flash of General Grant's picture. "Goodbye, Rebecca, and lots of luck at Sunny-brook Farm." Debby picked up her bags and hurried away.
Amber followed with her eyes until the brunette whore stepped past the lamp lit area and was lost in darkness. Then, with a sigh, Amber turned her face in the other direction and started to walk. This way, she thought, toward the hotel and the rest of the kids.
"Oh," she murmured, "I hope I made the right choice." She looked up as she turned the corner. A police car was hurrying by, red light flashing. Amber stopped and looked back. The cop car slid to a halt in front of the building she and Debby had just vacated. Two uniformed officers got out of the cruiser and went inside. Too bad, she thought, that the doorman isn't there to greet them. But he's temporarily indisposed. With a giggle of satisfaction, Amber went on her way.
CHAPTER NINE
New York wasn't the romantic fairytale city she had fantasized, watching its skyline and glittering lights from the approaching bus. Walking through the streets in the gathering dusk, she could see that it was a dirty, garish town, the crowds of humanity crushing and faceless. Amber walked down Broadway, mentally noting that the famous theaters were set amid a jungle of bars and massage parlors and porno cinemas. Whores and hustlers, male and female, cluttered the streets. She wished she had a dollar for every white-booted, mini-skirted, frizzy-wigged hooker she passed on her way south. I could have been like that, she thought.
And now it would be nice to go back home, to become Amber Houston, sixteen-year-old schoolgirl, again. But could she? Could she recapture the innocence that had been stolen from her today?
It hadn't all been so bad. Debby was a bright spot. She had offered love and friendship when Amber most needed them, when the horizon was darkest. I hope she makes out okay, Amber thought. Maybe I'll meet her again someday. Not bloody likely. But I'll think about her.
She went into a bar three blocks from the hotel. There was a phone booth inside. The ones on the street had all been vandalized, the phone receivers cut off or torn off or even smashed to splinters. She opened the door of one phone booth, saw a drying pile of shit on the floor. Amber got change for the fifty Debby had given her, and she dialed the hotel's main switchboard. Her heart pounded as the connection went through and the phone in Scott's room started to ring.
"Amber?" he said. "Where in the hell are you? Where have you been all day?"
"Oh, Scott," she sobbed, breaking into tears of joy. "It's too much to explain now, over the telephone. I want to see you, before I see Mrs. Palmer or have to explain anything to her. Will you meet me, up where we went last night?"
"Yes, but-"
"I'll be there as soon as I can," Amber promised. "Wait for me." She hung up the phone.
* * *
The closed sign was still hanging on the solarium door. Amber rapped quietly, and she heard footsteps from inside. The door opened and she just fell forward, into Scott's arms. Her foot poked out, kicking the door shut behind them. "Oh, baby," he said. "I was scared half to death. What happened? I waited and waited and waited. I looked for you-"
"Oh, Scott, I want to be with you, but, no, I can't talk about it, not yet Not even with you. Hold me, make me warm all over. It's getting chilly outside and I've walked such a long way. I'm tired and I want to feel you near me. It feels so good."
He picked her up in his arms and carried her like a bride to the couch where they'd spent the happiest part of last night petting and playing. Amber's heart raced as he set her down and knelt on the floor at her feet. She stretched on the couch.
"Your clothes," he said. "You're not wearing the same clothes you had on."
She sat up. Her hands went to the hem of the sweater and she jerked it up, over her head. Two stiff pink nipples big smears on the ends of cute pointed tits, moist sweet tits, pointed at Scott's face. She unfastened the waist band of her slacks. "Pull," she told him, and pull he did. The slacks eased down her kicking legs. "Now I'm not even wearing the clothes I wasn't wearing this afternoon," she said throatily, full of desire for him.
Amber took Scott's hand and guided it to the furry nest between her legs. Her entire body, and not least her cunt, was pulsating with excitement. And need. Oh, God, the need!
"Scott," she murmured, leaning in to kiss his hair and forehead. "I promised you my cherry but I can't give it to you. I want you to have everything else, though. Do you still want it? Do you still want me?"
"Yes, yes, of course. But where have you BEEN, Amber? Did you get scared and run away? What? Tell me!"
"Not yet," she said. "I have to tell Mrs. Palmer a big lie. I'll tell you the truth, Scott, the whole truth. It may sound like a lie, too, but it isn't. But not now! Oh, Scott, will you fuck me or won't you fuck me? If you will, then do it, and if you won't, then I'll find somebody else who will. I'm naked, I'm horny, I need lovin'. Give it to me?"
"God, baby, will I ever give it to you!" he assured Amber. He rose up, catching her under the arms, and he bore her backward on the couch. His body slid atop hers and she felt the stirrings of lust in his crotch, a fat ripe had-on straining to get out of Scott's pants. For a moment it seemed that she had time-tripped, that she was once more in the secret hallway at the store, being raped by Lou and Charley-but no. It was Scott, dear darling Scott who was crawling all over her, and it was his sweet, familiar cock she could feel against her naked belly. She enfolded him with her legs, dry-humping the way they used to back home in Waynesburg. But this time it's not gonna end with dry humping, she resolved, kissing him, running her hands up and down his back.
"Your clothes," she said. "Take them off. Take them all off. I want you naked with me. I want to feel how hot your body gets next to mine. I want to suck your cock and milk the cum out of you, into my mouth, suck it down my throat and feel it curdle in my belly. And I want you to stick your cock in me. All the way in me, Scott. Fuck me till our belly hairs are knotted and twined together and we have to get shaved before we can separate. Please, Scott. Hurry. I need it."
He jumped to his feet, began hustling out of his clothes. Amber lay on her side watching, delighted with the familiarity of his naked body. Funny, she thought. He's the fourth man I'll have been with today, but he's the only one that means anything.
As Scott got out of his shorts, Amber's eyes filled with the majesty of his rampant organ. It was a cock, all right, a cock she loved. They had time for at least two good fucks before she had to go sign in with Mrs. Palmer. Maybe she could smooth the rough edges off her story while she and Scott were balling, find out how much Scott had let slip and how much she'd have to invent to make it all sound good and believable.
She reached for his cock as he came to rejoin her, and she pulled him to her swiftly. Scott bounded to Amber's side and she sat up. She'd done all her sucking on her knees today. It was nice to plant her bare ass on the soft, comfy couch seat and gobble dick from a pleasant angle. She opened her mouth and engulfed Scott with her lips and tongue and wetness. "Oh, Jesus!" she heard him moan in gratitude.
She grabbed his ass, steadied him while she ate his cock. There was no stopping her, now that she had him in her mouth. She did everything but swallow his rod, and she was doing her damnedest to accomplish that. He thrust deeply into her, and she found that taking a cock into the upper part of her throat was really no problem after all, not when she wanted to do it. Amber giggled as his balls tickled her chin, and she spinned a frothy tongue round and round his inserted dick.
He was breathing hard and fast-his cock was hard, too, and her mouth fast as greased lightning. She made her mouth a pussy for his rod and drool flowed from her lips each time he lunged in and out. Amber's pussy was afire with desire, but so was her mouth, and she didn't know where she wanted him first.
The mouth, she thought. I'll suck him off first. Suck him all the goddamned way off. If I could drink Lou's cum, or Charley's, I can drink Scott's. Oh, she thought, I will drink it! I want to! I have to! Her mouth pulled harder and harder on Scott's rod, urging it to squirt her mouth full of sweet, sticky love juice.
"Take it out, take it out," he yelled, trying to push her face away. "I'm gonna come!"
He was thinking in terms of the past, of the old Amber who was gone. Forever? She thought so. The old Amber refused to take cum in her mouth. What about the new Amber? She'd show him all about the new Amber. She tightened her mouth and held onto him like a bird dog with its prey.
"Uhhhhhhh," Scott moaned, his hands going limp on Amber's head. His cock jerked and bucked in her mouth, and he was pouring the stuff out, his cum hot and sticky, flying from the end of his rod in the most enormous gobs she could ever recall him ejaculating.
It flowed into Amber, and she tried to drink it all. There was so much she couldn't, though, and sticky strings of juice leaked from her mouth. She kept on sucking, sucking till he was dry and his pecker throbbed in her mouth. It wanted to go soft. No! she told him mentally, and then her tongue took over and spread the message with even more authority. He didn't soften. His dick hesitated, yes, but it was only a momentary hesitation.
In another moment or two, she could feel him re-hardening. His cock lanced up, big and stiff in her mouth, as hard as it had been before she started blowing him.
"That's better," Amber gurgled, sitting back. She licked her lips, gathering up the cum that was still in reach, and Scott looked down on his girl, wonderment glittering in his eyes.
"You never used to do that," he said, working his hand back and forth on his re-stiffened penis.
"I do now, baby," Amber said. "And I'll do it whenever, wherever, you want. Oh, wow, it feels so good to be back. I can't tell you how good. You couldn't understand unless you'd been there. Yes, I will tell you, but later, goddamn it, later! Since you're just playing with that thing of yours, why don't you lie down with me and let me show you the best way to play with it?"
She made room for him on the couch and he lay down beside her. Amber rubbed up against him, his cock tickling her bare belly. "That's a lot better," she said. One of her arms slipped under his neck, and she threw a leg across one of Scott's thighs. "Slide closer," she purred. "And let me have that thing."
She reached in, took hold of his penis. "Yours is the best, darling," she said. "The very best. I'm just sorry we had to wait so long before we did this."
Amber took his prick, guided its tip to the mouth of her twat. "Yeah," Scott said happily. He thrust, and she pulled, and the tip of him slicked into her nest. "Oh, baby, you don't know how much I want you!"
"Don't tell me, show me," she invited. "Fuck my ass off. And remember, this is just the first time. We're going to do it a lot more, Scott. I found out today that-"
That what? That she'd come perilously close to losing everything. That she'd been reduced to the level of an animal. That she'd found a way to preserve her self-respect, her identity?
What was it she'd told Debby? From now on she was going to fuck only for love? Well, she knew the difference. She'd been fucked and used today, and she'd also been loved. With Scott, now, she was going to even the score. And in days to come, they'd keep on evening it out. Soon, she'd have only the memories and, if mercy existed, they would fade from mind.
"Fuck me," she whispered. "Fuck me for all the time we've waited. Fuck me for all the time we lost this afternoon. Oh, Scott, make me come! You can do it! You're good-you're the best. Oh, Jesus, will you fuck me?"
She let her words trail off. Her leg slinked tighter around his thigh and they were humping together for life and love, his dick slamming beautifully, fulfillingly, up the tight, hot, wet channel of her cunt. He thrust deeply, the tip of his cock love-patting her uterus' mouth.
She wanted to rehearse her apology for Mrs. Palmer, but she'd have time later. Right now, all she could do was fuck back at Scott while he screwed his irresistible pecker into her sweet cunt. The cum leaking out of her-God, he must have drilled through her mains! It was delightful. She was dripping wet and her wetness coated his length, making it easier and easier and easier for him to stab deeper into her pussy.
"I'm going to come, Scott," she murmured. "I'm going to come hard. Fuck me two or three more times-go deep-feel it? I'm going to come. I'm going to let go. You've made me cream, Scott-come with me, if you can. Here I goooooo!"
And she went, her body exploding against his. Her pussy started rippling and contracting, milking his cock while it tried to keep fucking into her. He stiffened against Amber, and she knew that he was a heartbeat away from orgasm, and that heartbeat patted by, and his cock went wild inside her. He was painting her guts with semen. We didn't even think of using a rubber, Amber thought distantly. Well, he wasn't the only one who'd orgasmed inside her today. She supposed it would be okay. Worry about that later. Worry about everything later. She held him in a death grip of arms and legs and their bodies continued to vibrate in harmony.
I'm not, she thought, not the same Amber Houston. I can never be the same Amber Houston again. But I think I'm a pretty damned good Amber Houston, and I may be the best of all possible Amber Houston's. All in all, it hasn't been such a bad day. And no matter how much trouble I'm in with Mrs. Palmer and the school authorities, tomorrow is going to be a better day. I've lost my cherry and found myself. A fair exchange.
