Patty couldn't believe that she was being seduced so smoothly and in such a short period of time. By the time they were flying over Chicago, John had his hand up inside her skirt and was molding the soft flesh through her panties. When she brought him coffee over Denver, he invaded her panties. Now she knew why he didn't like pantyhose.
She just stood there quivering, her insides turning to soggy mush while John flew the giant jet-one hand on the controls, the other inside her panties. She liked it! That's what surprised her, the fact that his manipulations were thoroughly enjoyable.
CHAPTER ONE
His wet kisses on her softly rounded belly were driving her mad. Her body writhed in torment, her legs gaping on either side of his kneeling form. She sensed that he wanted to go down on her. Cocking her knees up, her cunt widened, providing his greying head access to her youthful pussy. As his lips and tongue trailed down across her underbelly and worked into the copper-red pubic hair, she aided him by pushing down firmly on his head.
"Ooohhh, ye-es, Johnnie! Ye-es, please do me there ... like tha-at!"
Carefully spreading her cunt lips with his fingers, Captain John Summers-senior pilot of Trans Continental Airlines and a happily married man with four children-unhesitatingly kissed the cunt mouth of Patty Burke, the recently appointed stewardess in his crew. He let his tongue probe into her moist cunt, appreciating the savory taste and smell of her freshly washed and lightly perfumed pussy.
Patty's pelvis jerked as his tongue licked her cunt, her labia slowly mushrooming to envelop his lips. She'd had her pussy eaten by a man before, but never with such a deliberate slowness. Never increasing the tempo, the captain licked her flowering labia, .letting his tongue lave the normally hidden inner surfaces. After moistening her pussy lips thoroughly, he gently chewed on the damp flesh. She pulled his shaggy head closer to her crotch and humped her groin, smashing her twat against his lips.
"Oooohhhh, Johnniieee! Eat me out ... eat me, baby!"
John needed no encouragement from the red-haired beauty whose pussy was pressed to his mouth. He'd been planning to eat her box ever since he'd met her. In fact, he had a little-known but longstanding reputation for eating and fucking every stewardess assigned to him-sooner or later. None of the lithe young women presently in his crew had escaped being seduced by Captain John Summers, and with the word spreading through the stewardess' grapevine about his talented tongue and cock, it seemed that the girls were competing for an assignment with his crew.
John's seductive technique never changed; he wasn't going to stop riding a winning horse. He started with a series of overly friendly gestures-little pats on the buttocks, light squeezes of the tender upper arm while letting his knuckles brush against the breast; unnecessarily touching protruding parts of the girls' bodies when passing. With the innovation of short uniform skirts, John's actions during the earlier stages of the seduction became more brazen; he'd slip a hand between the "stew's" thighs and intimately squeeze her sensitive inner flesh. All this while casually asking her to bring sandwiches and coffee to the cockpit. Whenever the girl became accustomed to this intimacy, he would act bolder; eventually going as far as cupping her panty-pouched cunt lips and working his fingers against the nylon between her legs.
None of the stews dared to complain about Captain John's forwardness as he was the senior pilot and also one of the principal stockholders of the airlines. The girls endured his wanton hands and gradually began to enjoy his invasions through and under their uniforms. After all, being bedded by Captain John was a status symbol amongst the girls, but they had to let him set the pace of their seduction or else he'd direct his attentions to another girl.
Patty was no different. She came to the crew with the thought in mind that she was unusually lucky, having been assigned to the senior pilot's crew right after graduating from stewardess school. His was a New York to Los Angeles flight and exactly what she'd wanted in order to qualify for overseas flights. She'd heard some gossip concerning the greying satyr's reputation, but wasn't prepared for her own reaction when he began her seduction.
When she first met him, Patty was shocked that a middle-aged man more than twice her age could project so much animal magnetism. His hair was wavy, black turning to grey; his eyes were steely, ice-blue. His eyes seemed to bore into her, causing Patty to feel naked under his gaze. But she didn't mind; in fact, she reacted sexually to his stare during their initial meeting. As he stood there holding her hand longer than necessary and moved his eyes from her rosy-cheeked face down to the twin mounds outlined in her uniform blouse, she felt her nipples swell and harden inside her bra.
Knowing what she did about his reputation for seduction, Patty had an insane urge to shed her blouse, rip off her bra, and offer her bulky breasts to his ruggedly handsome face. But she remained impassive, letting him hold her hand for as long as he wanted and feeling the old familiar itch begin far up in her cunt. He raised her hand and turned it over to kiss her sweat-moistened palm, then pressed his lips against it and tickled the soft skin with his mustache. A light shiver darted through Patty's torso; she felt her pussy going moist and quivery. The captain let his lips and mustache touch her wrist and press against her pulse for a second, then finally released her hand.
"Welcome aboard, Miss Burke. I'm sure you'll find your tour with my crew exciting and different."
"Oh, I hope so, Captain. This is my first assignment, you know, and I'm anxious to learn everything ... the right way."
"I'll see to it that you have the opportunity ... to learn everything the right way, that is. Of course, your definition of everything may not be the same as mine, Miss ... do you mind my calling you Patty?"
"Oh no, Captain ... please do."
"Fine, I try to avoid too much formality within the crew. Just call me John."
"I think I'll still call you captain ... until I feel more at home and get to know you better."
"Quite right," John smiled, stepping back a pace.
He looked her over and liked what he was seeing.
"You know, I take great pains to make sure that my crew is up to my standards."
"What do you mean, Captain?"
"Like uniforms, for instance; and personalities and attitudes, things like that."
"I hope I measure up."
"Offhand, I'd say you'll do fine."
He liked the way her nylon blouse caressed her full upper torso. He noticed from the underlying lace and strap outline that she was wearing both a bra and slip. The mid-thigh skirt cradled her hips smoothly, but not too snugly, allowing the freedom of action necessary during flight. Her stockings were flawless and gleamed a golden sheen, showcasing a magnificently shaped pair of legs, the calves of which were pronounced due to the high heels she was wearing.
"I'd prefer it if you'd wear a bra-slip while in uniform, Patty."
She blushed, being caught off-guard by his intimate comment, then stammered that she would from now on.
"I told you I take great pride in my crew's appearance. Wearing a bra-slip will emphasize your bustline, and be more pleasing to the male passengers at the same time. It's a matter of public relations and it's easier to work in, also."
"I hadn't thought of it in that way, Captain. I'll wear one from now on."
"And get one a size smaller than you would normally wear."
"But why?"
"Look, Patty. You've got a beautiful set of breasts there and you should be proud of them. A little tightness will put the strain on the material and will puff up the breast flesh at the top of the slip. While in flight, have the top two buttons of your blouse undone so the men can see some cleavage. It's all harmless, yet keeps them coming back to this particular flight. Like I said, it's a matter of public relations."
He stepped forward and unfastened the top buttons of her blouse. Standing statue-like, Patty couldn't believe what he was doing. John pulled the lapels of her blouse wide, exposing the lacy bodice of her slip.
"You see, all that shows is the lace against your chest, yet we both know there's a lot of tit in there. Well, let the passengers see some of it, too. Let some tit bulge over the top....Now do you see what I'm driving at?"
"Yes, Captain."
"Good. We're getting off to a fine start. You'll notice that the other girls on my crew present themselves in this way. It's all good for public relations. By the way, are you wearing panty-hose?"
"Yes, they recommended them in school-no wrinkles or sags."
"Well, that's all fine and dandy, but I don't like them. Use a garter belt."
She was astonished at his casual treatment and conversation concerning her intimate apparel. She'd never expected to be discussing her lingerie with a man she'd just met a few minutes ago. Although embarrassed, she could understand his point of view about the bra-slip and its appeal to the male customers. But what could possibly be served by wearing nylons instead of panty-hose? Was she supposed to let the men see her garter belt? Or maybe the cheeks of her ass? She just didn't see the point.
"Why a garter belt, Captain?"
"It's a personal quirk of mine. I just don't like panty-hose. Wear them on other flights if you must, but not on mine."
"Okay, you're the boss."
"Patty, I'm sure we'll get along just fine. You might as well check in with the steward now and he'll brief you on routine operations. Have you met the other girls yet?"
"Yes. In fact, one of them is helping me find an apartment here in New York."
"Well, that's fine. Run along now and see the steward. We'll be taking off in about three hours," John grinned, then watched her as she turned and walked away. "Goddamn," he muttered, "looks like two sponges in a fist fight. I'm going to eat and fuck that in Los Angeles, one way or the other."
Patty couldn't believe that she was being seduced so smoothly and in such a short period of time. By the time they were flying over Chicago, John had his hand up inside her skirt and was cupping her pussy, molding the soft flesh through her panties. When she brought him coffee over Dnever, he invaded her panties and fingerfucked her for fifty miles. Now she knew why he didn't like pantyhose.
She just stood there quivering, her insides turning to soggy mush while John flew the giant jet-one hand on the controls, the other inside her panties with a finger buried in her snatch. She liked it! That's what surprised her, the fact that his manipulations were thoroughly enjoyable. She wanted to reciprocate; but she didn't dare. Even though they were in the dim red-lit cockpit, they weren't alone. The leering face of the co-pilot prevented Patty from pulling John out of his seat and taking care of him right there on the cabin floor.
With her back to the co-pilot and her short skirt rucked up, Patty stood there looking at John's hairy arm disappearing under the waistband of her panties. He methodically manipulated his thick finger in her pussy, his thumb rubbing against her distended clitoris. He refused to increase the rhythm enough to let her climax, keeping the pace at just the right speed to set her insides on fire. She was moist and gooey when he withdrew his finger; her nerves were screaming for a soothing release.
Knowing that she had to get back to her duties. Patty leaned over and brushed her lips on his ear. The pilot whispered out of the corner of his mouth, setting a date for them in Los Angeles before the flight back to New York.
"Wait for me in the crews' lounge, my dear. We'll pick up where we've left off and make a big night of it."
"Yes-yes," she mumbled, then straightened her uniform and left the cockpit.
After landing, they'd gone directly to the townhouse apartment that Captain John maintained in the city. He had a delicious supper sent up along with a magnum of champagne. Dinner by candlelight was followed by warm conversation. Then John got down to the business at hand by leading Patty into a massive bedroom. He casually removed the clothing from her fully developed body.
She stood in mounting excitement and expectation as he nonchalantly unbuttoned her blouse and slid it off her arms. He graced her breasts swelling over the cups of her bra-slip with tender, moist kisses, at the same time unfastening her skirt and letting it slide down to the floor. Picking her up with an arm behind her knees and shoulders, he carried her to the huge bed and placed her on it. Then he removed her shoes and bra-slip. In nothing but panties, garter belt, and stockings, Patty recognized the hungry lust in his eyes as he stared at her luscious white tits with their pink nipples darkening and hardening under his appreciative stare.
He bent over and scrubbed his tongue across each breast, causing a rush of blood to her nipples. The areolas humped up, pushing the enlarged nipples straight out, twitching eagerly in anticipation of further attention. He nuzzled her, sucking the hard nipples completely into his mouth while molding her large tits between his hands. Patty wrapped her arms around his neck, cradling him to her bosom, forcing her breast flesh against his darkly tanned face and full, sensuous lips.
"Oh, John! John! Love me ... do what you want, but love me," she moaned as he urged her turgid nipples to total hardness.
Pulling away from her full breasts which gleamed with a coating of his saliva, John released her nylons free from the garter-belt fasteners and slowly, with tantalizing precision, rolled the silky material down each leg, following the diminishing nylon with a trail of soft caresses on her excited flesh. When he slipped the stockings off her feet and drew his tongue across her soles, she gasped. But he wasn't finished yet. He let his tongue-tip prod between her toes, then sucked each toe. lightly in his mouth, meanwhile stroking the super-sensitive flesh behind her knees and at her inner thighs.
Patty was trembling with pleasure. Little shivers raced across her flesh, tremors radiating in ripples from each spot he titillated. She was like a rag doll in his hands as he rolled her over onto her tummy and caressed her back and spine with his tongue and dancing fingertips. John hooked his fingers into the tight waistband of her panties, pulling them over her hips and down her legs. Throwing them on the floor, he grasped her ankles and veed her legs wide, gazing at the reddish curls of pubic hair at her crotch. He could see the lips of her cunt and traces of wetness. Spreading her buttock cheeks, he examined her rectum and its light-brown ring. Satisfied that she hadn't been opened up there yet, he titillated her asshole with a flickering finger for a moment, then stood up.
He knew that she was ready for fucking, but there was a certain ritual he followed, never deviating. Because its formula was so successful, he didn't plan on changing the pattern. He slapped her gently on each buttock cheek.
"Go take a shower, my sweet. I'll do the same. I have many delights in store for you and we want to start off clean and fresh."
"Oh, John! Please ... let's not wait. Take your clothes off and let's make love-now! I'm so hot!"
"Patience, little girl. Everything will come to pass in due time. Now do as I say. I promise you, you'll enjoy it more and remember it longer if you do as I say."
Patty slipped off the bed, a look of petulance on her face. She didn't want to wait-she wanted to fuck. But John pointed her toward one of the two bathrooms adjoining the bedroom and gently pushed her toward it.
"Go along now, you beautiful creature. The stimulation of a shower will prepare you for what you'll receive shortly."
She showered, then finding a bottle of spray cologne with a faint, pleasing aroma scented her armpits, the valley between her breasts, and her crotch. When she re-entered the bedroom, John was gone. She could hear sounds coming from the other bathroom, so she dropped back onto the bed and waited for him in expectation.
When he came into the room Patty's eyes widened in fascination. His well-formed body was matted with thick curly black hair. Dangling from his pelvis was a thick, halferect penis. She could see the large balls bagging down behind his cock. Only halferect, his cock was bigger than anything she'd taken and she was worried that she wouldn't be able to accommodate it in its full state. A feeling of panic welled up in her breast.
John sauntered over to the bed, smiling, then dropped down beside her. He took her in his arms and kissed away her doubts and fears, sucking them out of her along with the juice from her tongue and mouth. As the hairy body pressed against her own, her skin came alive with a million points of tickling sensation. Her nipples stiffened when the coarse hair of his chest rubbed against them. She squirmed and clawed, trying to achieve a closer contact with him.
Groping down between their bodies, Patty found his cock. Stiffening rapidly, his penis had swollen to the point where she couldn't quite close her hand completely around the thick shaft. Her feverish hand semi-ringed the foreskin and in a deft jerk, skinned it back and released his bulging cockhead. She came down on the throbbing knob, thrilling to the slickness of the pre-cum that coated it. She tried to urge him into her, knowing that he would probably tear her with that huge club, but not caring. She wanted to fuck, wanted to slam belly against belly, to feel her tits mashed against him as he thrust his way up to her womb. She wanted him to fill her with his cum, to shoot his load into her cunt and feel it gush back out and into the crack of her ass. She was pulling on his cock and flinging her leg over his thigh to force penetration when John disengaged from her mouth.
"Not yet, you hot little bitch. We'll fuck when it's time, but not yet."
John pushed her shoulders to the sheet and knelt between her anxious thighs. He payed homage to her tits until she begged for his cock, pleading with him to fuck her.
Instead of mounting her, John started working his way down her feverish body, licking and sucking, nipping and laving. He left a trail of little red bites that outlined her stomach, following the form of her ribcage; then he focused attention on her spasming belly, tormenting the soft, pliable flesh and drilling into her belly dimple with his tongue.
Hearing her screams, John pushed against her cunt and caught her clitoris in his teeth, sucking it until she had a heated orgasm. Her thighs closed around him, her arms gripping his head. When he could force himself up, he elevated her pelvis by lifting up on her buttocks, his fingers groping in the crevice of her ass. He opened the plump bottom wide and stabbed his wet tongue inside, sliding into her asshole before her sphincter muscle contracted.
"Oohh, Go-od!" she yelped, her entire rectum snapping shut on his licking tongue. "Oohhh, my Jes-sus Chri-ist!"
She had his tongue in her ass, his nose pushed into her slit, and his mustache tickling the supersensitive flesh bridge between the two. Never before had she felt anything like the maddening tremors that jerked her body uncontrollably, her tongue protruding between her contorted lips. She climaxed again, her cunt peeling open and exposing her throbbing clit.
John pushed her over on her side and got up off the bed. His cock was completely hard now, beads of pre-cum oozing out of the hole in its tip. He pulled an armless straight-back chair close to the bed and sat on it, then called to Patty.
"Come over here. Sit down ... on me."
Patty crawled off the bed and stepped in front of him. His cock stood up ramrod straight from his lap, a good eight inches of throbbing, purple-knobbed flesh. As he was sitting forward, close to the edge of the chair with his knees slightly parted, she could see his full, hairy balls dangling between his thighs. She lifted a leg, intending to straddle him, when he stopped her.
"No, no, little girl. Not like that."
"Tell me what to do, big daddy. Just let me feel you in me, soon!"
"Soon enough ... turn around and face away from me-that's it. Now ... straddle me ... here, let me help you."
John placed her in position and told her to place his cock at the mouth of her pussy. She gripped the shaft and centered it oh her hole, then eased down slightly to seat the bulging knob against her cunt lips.
"Good. Now place your hands on my knees and let your body ease down. You can take as long as you like. If you feel too much pain, put your weight on your toes until you can take more. It may be old, but there's a lot of hard cock there, little girl. So be careful and set your own pace."
He placed his hands around her waist and let his fingertips titillate her belly as she timidly let his cock achieve penetration. Sliding her feet back slightly, she balanced on his knees with her hands and allowed her pelvis to sink down over the thick shaft. Although her pussy was moist and his cockhead was slick, she was still packed tight.
"Ooohh, My God! You're soo big. I'll never be able to take it all ... uugghh, uh-uh-uugghhh!!!" she groaned as another inch was accommodated.
She had half of his shaft in her and was joyriding his cock, letting the knob thrill her.
"You'll take it all-soon."
"I can't ... oh God, I can't ... I-I-I'm cuming ... I'm cuming!" she screamed, a ball of spasms wracking her body.
"You will, baby ... you will!" John gasped, then swiftly reached down and grabbed her ankles. He jerked her feet back and up off the floor.
"Yeeeooowww!" she screamed as her full weight dropped down on his cock and a red-hot branding iron seared into her belly.
John's cock was pushed completely inside her hot cunt. Patty was straining to raise herself with her arms, but couldn't pull away from his pinioning prick. John started bucking in the chair, his cum racing in his balls and seeking the signal for release. Dropping her ankles, he gripped her tightly around the waist.
"Now fuck, little bitch! Fuck me like you've never fucked before!"
Patty's pussy was squeezing his shaft, milking his cockhead. Getting a toehold on the rug, she maneuvered her pelvis, twisting it this way and that to increase the pleasant sensations radiating from her cunt. Soon she was riding his full length, his knob inverting her inner pussy lips on her upstroke and sliding back into place with a squishing sound on her downstroke. She travelled his full length with each stroke, her tits jiggling and bobbing crazily as she wantonly rode his big dick seeking to reach another peak for herself and to ignite John into fulfillment. She selfishly anticipated the scalding wash of his cum, wanting it to flood her hot, creaming pussy.
John had his arms wrapped around her waist and was gripping her underbelly, helping her to slam down on his hardon. He guided her rhythm and, feeling the pangs of imminent ejaculation, he smoothly increased the tempo of her ride until she was thumping up and down as fast as she could. Patty's jaw dropped open and her eyes bulged wildly as a tremendous climax washed over her. She clutched at his hanging balls.
"Ooooohhhhh! I'm cuming ... cuming ... mmnn...."
Her desperate clutch and squeezing of his balls sent John into his orgasm. Feeling the semen race up his shaft, he gripped her hips and slammed her down hard on his cock shooting his load. Spurt after spurt of thick cum gushed into her, filling her cunt.
"Fill me, Johnnie! Fill me, you dirty old man-pump me full of your juice!!" she screeched, wildly contracting the muscles in her cunt and milking his shaft.
John jerked up from the chair, sending Patty's arms down to the floor to keep from hurting her head. Holding her thighs like handles on a wheelbarrow, he started pistoning through the stream of cum and, within seconds, brought himself to another climax. He stayed jammed against her for several seconds, until his prick softened. He pulled it out, and gently lowered her trembling thighs to the floor.
Patty lay sprawled, panting and quivering, her breasts mashed against the carpet. Aware of the sticky trickle leaking out of her pussy, she quickly cupped a hand over it, catching his cum before it could drip down onto the rug.
"Oh Jesus, John. You must've shot a quart into me.
"That's mighty potent cum there, little girl. You'd better douche out fast. I know-after all, I have four children to prove it."
Patty scrambled to her feet, still cupping her crotch, and dashed into the bathroom. Returning, she found the pilot sitting in the living room. He was wearing a black silk dressing gown and was busy filling a pipe with tobacco. She ran over to him and threw her arms around his neck, kissing him on the mouth.
"Here, here! Haven't you had enough for a while?"
"Oh no you don't! If you think one fuck can satisfy me, you're crazy. I want more ... and more ... and more!"
They fucked two more times during the night. The first time had seemed novel enough to Patty, but when he took her dog-fashion the next two times, she sensed that he didn't fuck any other way. The female had to be facing away from him, that's the way he liked it. Actually, John had reasons, for he loved his wife and pretended that he wasn't being unfaithful if he didn't look upon the face of another woman while screwing. There was another reason, but that was a reason shared only by John and his daughters.
During the flight back to New York, he took her again. Turning over the controls to his copilot, Alex Manning, he called Patty into the vestibule between the passenger cabin and the cockpit and nudged her into one of the toilets. He had Patty slip her panties off, then bend over and grasp the bowl of the commode. Blood rushed to her head as she spread her legs and watched him open his trousers. She had an upside-down view of his cock as she peered under the hem of her short skirt between her legs.
To facilitate an easy entrance, John squirted some liquid soap into his hand from the glass container over the washbasin. Then, fucking up her skirt and slip, he lathered her pussy. As an afterthought, he finished by smearing the soap into the crack of her ass. Patty didn't think anything of it at the time.
Broken open like a shotgun, doubled-over in eager anticipation, she focused her eyes on his thick cock and hairy, hanging balls.
He reached down between her thighs and spread her soapy labia open with thumb and forefinger, placing his cockhead at the entrance of her cunt with his other hand. Pulling his fingers away, he let her cunt lips close over the purplish flesh of his skinned-back knob; then he grasped the front fasteners of her garter belt where they pressed into her thighs and humped forward, sliding half his length into her soapy, mushy cunt. John began a series of short, rapid strokes designed to excite Patty and bring her to a quick climax. With his fingertips biting into the tender flesh at the junction of her thighs and crotch, it wasn't long before the fat, pistoning shaft had Patty quivering as she rapidly approached her peak.
"Oh-oh-oh-oh," she moaned in rhythm with his thrusting.
"Shhhhh, sweet one. Don't let the passengers hear you," he hissed.
"John-niee, I can't help it. I'm going to cum!"
Patty was rotating her pelvis, trying to drag his full length of prick into her. She craved the feeling of having her pussy packed tight, but John held back, giving her a rapid series of short strokes. The friction was too much for her; contracting her vaginal muscles, Patty climaxed, her pussy squeezing on the hard dick.
John let her orgasm ripple through her body, then, as he felt her excitement subsiding, her jerked his cock out of her cunt, slid it up a bit, and hunched viciously. Greased by her juices and the lathery soap, his prick rammed into her tiny asshole, sliding through the unsuspecting ring of muscle.
"Aagghh, a-a-ag-ag-agghh!" she cried.
No man had ever opened Patty up back there. The pain was blinding; streaks of lightning flashed through her head. She struggled to stand up and pull away, but the pain intensified with the straightening of her spine, preventing any relief of escape. As she doubled over even further than before, she found the pain subsiding. Grasping her nylon-covered ankles and resting her forehead on the commode cover, she hoped that John would shoot his wad quickly and remove his cock from her ass.
The clenching of her ass muscles on his invading shaft excited John greatly. Clamping one hand on her rounded belly, he plugged her cute navel with a thick finger. His other hand groped toward her cunt and found the clitoris. Pinching it between thumb and forefinger, he jacked her clit in rhythm with the short thrusts of his meaty cock. With ecstasy crowding out her anal pain, Patty began working her ass.
Reaching up under his legs, she found his'balls swaying under his pistoning prick. She clamped down on the hairy sac, triggering the release of John's cum. John pushed deeper into her virgin ass and shot his load.
Patty bucked and jerked, the cum spurting deep into her. She milked John's balls until she felt his dick soften and slide out of her ass, a deluge of cum gushing out as he unplugged her asshole.
"Quick, baby! Sit on the commode and let it drain or it'll run all over your nylons," the pilot murmured, turning her around and urging her down.
She squatted on the seat and sensed the sticky fluid oozing out. Tears formed in her eyes as she looked up at the concerned, yet satisfied look on John's face.
"Oh, Johnnie. You've hurt me! Look ... there's blood on your penis. You've ripped my insides ... I'm bleeding!"
John recognized a note of rising hysteria in her voice. He'd have to act fast to calm her or she'd be shouting and screaming in a moment and the whole passenger cabin would know what was going on in the lavatory.
"No, no, baby. It's nothing as drastic as that. It's just like the first time in your vagina. Just a bit of bleeding and now that you've been opened up back there, you'll never have any more trouble."
His voice and fatherly manner quieted her feeling of panic.
"Are you sure, John?"
"Of course, my dear. Believe me, I've opened up a few assholes in my time and there's never been any trouble after the initial event."
"But why do I still hurt and burn back there?"
"Do you remember the first time you were fucked?"
"We-ll, yes. I do."
"Did you feel burning and pain then?"
"Yes."
"Did it last a day or two?"
"Yes."
"Well, it's the same thing now. Of course, the more you take it back there, the better you'll be stretched out and you'll even learn to enjoy yourself after you get used to it. It's a safe way to satisfy a man, too. You've never heard of a woman getting knocked up from taking it up the ass."
"Oh, John, I guess you're right. But what about the bleeding? How will I be able to finish the flight and serve the passengers with blood dripping out of my ass?"
"No problem, my sweet. The airline provides a ready supply of sanitary napkins right here in the restrooms. Just put a pad against your tooky and by the time we arrive in New York, you'll be as good as new."
"Okay, Captain. You seem to have an answer for all my problems ... but first, let me clean that cock of yours."
Patty plucked a perfumed handkerchief from the waistband of her skirt and, taking John's dangling cock in her hand, wiped away the cum and blood that coated the heavily veined shaft. She leaned over the washbasin and wet the cloth, then washed his tired penis. Just before putting it back inside his trousers, she pressed her cool lips against the soft head and kissed it.
John then had her resume her bent-over stance. He took her dainty handkerchief and rinsed it in hot water, then soaped it thoroughly. John washed her asshole, cleaning away the remains of his assault. Then he handed her a sanitary napkin and watched as she pulled her panties on and up to her knees, then pinned the pad to the nylon crotch. She looked positively depraved and, as she tugged the snug panties over the hips, John could feel a surge of renewed vigor at his crotch. But he quickly put aside any thought of continuing this episode; he had to get back to the controls and Patty had duties to perform for the passengers.
Although Patty felt like she had a corncob jammed up her ass and knew that she was walking like a recently bred cow, no one paid any attention to her during the remainder of the flight. One of the other stews did seem to smirk at her when she initially returned from the lavatory, but then, all the girls knew what Captain Summers was like. At one time or another, they'd all experienced the full treatment.
Twenty minutes prior to landing, the Fasten Seat Belts sign came on. Patty attended to her duties, making sure the passengers in her section were securely tied in, then she went forward and sat down in an empty seat in the first-class section. She gazed out of the window, thinking back to the events that brought her to her present condition a full-fl-edged stewardess with an itching pussy and a burning rectum.
CHAPTER TWO
Eighteen years old and now a freshman at the University of Mississippi, Patty Burke was one of the most popular girls in her home town of Biloxi. An extremely attractive, well-built young female, Patty never lacked boyfriends or male admirers. She'd dated a wide variety of classmates in high school and had earned the reputation of being a swinger. Although she was still a virgin when she finished high school, Patty loved to tease and excite the boys, letting them fondle her and engage in heavy petting. However, at the last minute, she wouldn't put out.
Many, many times Patty would let a boy pull her panties off and play with her innocent pussy. She'd return the favor, dragging the boy's cock out of his pants and fondling it. But just when the guy thought he had it made, that she would spread her legs and allow him to mount her, she'd use a sure method to prevent the boy from completing his seduction.
When she felt that the boy was ready, she'd tell him to get her pussy wet with his fingers so that he wouldn't hurt her when he took her cherry. That statement always got to the boy, since he figured that she was willing to let him go all the way. With joy flooding his heart, the boy would cup her lightly haired cunt lips and probe into her sweet-smelling hole, trying to get her all juicy, like she wanted. Patty would then suggest that she could get him ready, also. With his automatic approval, she would peel off a nylon stocking from her leg and quickly entwine it around his balls and prick, making sure that the sensitive cockhead was in direct contact with the heavier nylon material at the stocking top.
With the boy deeply engrossed in strumming her cunt, Patty would grip his shaft and jack him off, letting the foreskin slide back and forth over the knob and capture nylon between skin and head as it closed, only to release and drag across the deep-red flesh when it opened. The tremendous sensations on his cock would drive the boy wild, causing him to strum her pussy faster.
By the time the boy realized it, it would be too late. The nylon flashing across his sensitive cock and jerking on his balls where it wrapped around them would prime him for climax. Patty would only tighten her grip and work the penis faster, scraping the nylon across the tender head even more harshly. The boy's cry of completion and the resultant spurt of cum into her stocking was all it took to send Patty into her own orgasm. Gripping his young cock like a handle, she would climax as the last dribbles of the boy's cream spurted out of his cockhead.
Just to keep the record straight and to maintain her good standing with the boys, Patty would then tell the boy that he could put it in her. But the boy was faced with a soft dick, his cum expended, and he burned horribly from the friction of the nylon material. He couldn't fuck even if he wanted to and by this time all thoughts of fucking Patty were pushed aside by the burning pain that was shrinking his cock. Invariably, the boy would blame himself for not taking Patty before he lost control and shot his wad; after all, she'd been willing to let him fuck her. Thinking along these lines, each boy helped to keep Patty a popular girl, always in steady demand for dates, yet preserving her status as a virgin right up to the time she entered college.
Patty lost interest in dating a variety of boys when she met Travis Beaumont at the homecoming dance that first year at college. They seemed to belong together and, after their initial meeting, found time to date no one except each other. Their romance led to an engagement at the end of their junior year. Plans were tentatively made for a wedding immediately after graduation.
Because they lived in Baton Rouge, Patty hadn't met Travis' parents yet. During the midterm vacation of their senior year, Travis told her that she had been invited to spend the week at his home, that his parents were anxious to meet their prospective daughter-in-law. Patty was elated and after consulting with her mother by telephone, agreed to accompany Travis to Louisiana.
In the three years that they had been going steady, Travis hadn't ever gone beyond the light petting stage with her. This had been a constant source of frustration to Patty. She was used to having an orgasm every time that she dated a boy. But she compensated herself with her love for Travis and eased her sexual yearnings by masturbating after their dates. Though not really a satisfactory sexual release, fingering of her snatch served to keep Patty's libido under control. She found herself dreaming constantly of submitting to Travis' advances and always seemed to waken just as he was about to slide his cock into her. She respected him for not having tried to compromise her virginity, but couldn't understand why he'd never let her play with his prick. She didn't even know what his cock looked like; she had to wait for their wedding night.
When they arrived at Travis' home, Patty was astonished at the size of the mansion. She had no idea what Travis' father did for a living, but looking at this huge colonial house and its surrounding grounds, she figured that he had to be wealthy.
"Wow! Look at this! What does your father do, Travis? Own a chain of oil wells or something?"
Travis laughed, pleased that she was amazed at the wealth of his family. It served as further proof to him that she wasn't a gold-digger, that she was marrying him because she loved him, not his money.
"No, Patty. Not quite, although I imagine he owns stock in some oil companies. Haven't you ever heard of Trevor Beaumont?"
"The name's familiar, but I can't quite place it."
"Try connecting it to Trans Continental Airlines."
"Why sure ... you mean that your father is-"
"One and the same ... president and principal stockholder."
"Well I'll be damned ... I'm marrying into royalty, the rich kind."
"You could say that ... let's go in and see if the folks are at home."
Later that evening, the four of them were sitting at the dinner table. Patty found herself fascinated by Travis' father, Trevor Beaumont. There seemed to be a strange attraction to his ruggedly handsome features and she was focusing her full attention on him with glassy eyes as he brilliantly carried the conversation after a declious meal. Just the opposite of Travis, Trevor liked to talk, smoothly captivating his audience. Patty could listen to him for hours.
Emilie Beaumont, on the other hand, was a meek woman. If you didn't look every once in a while, you'd never know that she was still there. Her husband's open and garrulous personality completely overshadowed her. Travis was respectfully quiet in the senior Beaumont's presence, only replying to direct questions.
Travis took Patty to a country club dance on their third night in Baton Rouge. It was a big social affair and she dressed exquisitely for the occasion. Wearing a black silk dress with a low bodice and a short skirt, six inches above the knee, she was the center of attention at the dance. Her flashing red hair contrasted sharply with the black dress. Because of the cleavage displayed, she wore nothing under the upper half of the dress.
The young men at the dance kept maneuvering into position to get the best view of her semi-exposed, abundant breasts. Whenever she raised her glass of punch to her lips, her body would pull away from her breasts; if the young men had positioned themselves properly, they had a delightful view of her swelling, full-sized tits, swooping out and uptilted at the ends. Even Travis was displaying his excitement to Patty.
For the first time since they'd come together, Travis pulled her extremely close while dancing and ground his pelvis against hers. She could tell that he had an erection, that he was really turned on. She pushed her pelvis forward slightly, letting a thigh fit snugly between his legs. It would suit her just fine to be able to culminate this evening with some heavy petting and finally get to see whatever it was that Travis had between his legs. Oh, she wouldn't let him go all the way-that was still reserved for the wedding night. But she would use the old system for pleasuring him and at the same time, she was sure that he'd want to reciprocate and bring her to a peak, too.
Much later, after the dance, Patty and Travis closed themselves up in his father's study and sat together on the couch. With the eagerness of youth, they began a heavy petting session. Beginning with the usual hugging and kissing, they soon had themselves all heated up and groping at each other for more intimate contact. Patty slid her hands inside of Travis' shirt and caressed his chest. She pinched and squeezed his stubby nipples and delighted in his reaction.
She was leaning back against the couch, her legs spread open and her dress folded back to the tops of her thighs. His one hand was at the small of her back, the other feverishly playing with her inner thighs, his fingers stroking the sensuous nylons stretched over their fullness. Occassionally, his hand would venture high enough to touch her panty-covered crotch. This excited Patty furiously and before long she was grasping his wrist and forcing his hand against the softness of her cunt, jerking his wrist sharply to rub his hand against it.
Travis soon realized what it was that she wanted. He could feel the humid reaction tingling on his palm as she moaned and spread her thighs wider. Pulling his arm from behind her, he widened her deeply yoked bodice and fully exposed a large tit to his hungry eyes. Never having seen her breasts fully exposed before, Travis was delighted at the perfection of the milk-white tit and its light pink, rough-surfaced nipple perkly jutting from the darker, bumpy, half-dollar-sized areola.
Under his concentrated gaze, the nipple responded, swelling and twitching almost imperceptibly. Cupping her vagina firmly, he bent over and pressed a wet kiss on the turgid tip and was rewarded by its deeper darkening and further swelling. Moaning in passionate craving, Travis cupped the velvety orb and slowly engulfed the nipple and its dark circle base into his mouth. He started sucking her breast; the more his jaws worked, the closer she pushed her aching breast to him. As the soft flesh molded around his face, it blocked his nose and shut off his breath. He continued to suck her tit until he was forced to breathe, then pulled away, noticing that the nipple had doubled in size and length.
"Oh, Patty! You have the most beautiful tits in the world. God! How I love you! How I want you!"
She found his cock and squeezed the shaft. He must be big, she thought, because she felt like she was holding a large sausage in her hand. She knew that she had to expose his cock and jack him off before long or else she'd end up putting out and spoiling everything for the wedding night. As she tried to unbutton his trousers he pulled her hand away.
"Oh God! No, Patty! Don't do that! I won't be able to control myself if you do."
"Please, Travis. I want to see you."
Travis jumped up and mopped his sweaty brow with a handkerchief. The lump at the front of his trousers revealed his total arousal and state of readiness.
"No! Oh, please don't be mad, Patty, but it's only two months until we're married. I don't want a cheap fling in the study to ruin what will be the most beautiful thing in our lives."
"Oh, Travis! I can't help it ... I got carried away. You're right. We've waited this long and we shouldn't do anything to ruin it now. I do love you, Travis."
"Sweetheart ... if I stay with you any longer, I won't be able to stop myself. Just looking at your lovely body gets me so excited."
"You've got me turned on, too," she whispered, still reclining with her legs spread and one magnificant tit exposed.
"I'd better go ... before it's too late," he grinned. "Coming?"
"You go on. I'll go up to bed in a minute."
Actually, Patty planned on bringing herself to completion as soon as he left. She was too aroused to just casually walk out of the room after having had him sucking on her breast and manipulating her cunt the way he had. Travis kissed her and walked out of the room, his pants still bulging in erection. Intent on her own release, Patty didn't know that Travis had his own source of relief, a source that he'd been using since he reached puberty.
Travis quickly climbed the stairs and went down the corridor to the end room. Glancing at his father's door across the hall, he tapped lightly on the door in front of him.
"Come in," a faint voice called out softly.
Travis entered the room, lit only by a dim night lamp, and familiarly eased past the darkened shadows of furniture. He approached the bed and the dark shape lying on it.
"Mother ... I have a problem," he whispered.
"Same one as usual?"
"Yes. I'm almost ready to explode. Will you help me?"
"Haven't I always, son? Let's see what's the matter."
Travis opened his pants and released his cock from its imprisonment. As the fully erect penis felt the wash of fresh air, it jerked, emphasizing the heavily veined shaft and the massive head.
"Oh Lord! She must've touched it. It's so excited."
"She did, she did! She gripped it in her hand while I was touching her breast ... I couldn't take much more, believe me, mother."
"I know ... I know. Well, come on, son. Let's see if we can provide a little relief for my big boy."
Travis quickly slipped out of his clothes and crawled into the bed, automatically kneeling between his mother's open, inviting thighs.
"Get me ready, son. Like I've taught you ... aaahhh, that's it-kiss your true home-your birthplace. Kiss your mother's pussy!" she whispered as he bent .over and spread her moist labia, then ran his tongue into her hole.
She hugged his hand to her muff, tremors of ecstasy radiating through her as Travis performed the cunt-licking ritual that she'd taught him when he was thirteen. He crammed his knees under her buttocks, forcing her pelvis up high. She placed her heels on his shoulders and spread her knees apart. In that position, she was able to watch his hungry face chewing in her pussy; it never failed to excite her.
Her own husband had taught her to enjoy having her pussy eaten and she'd thought it was only right to pass on the technique to their son. In fact, everything that she'd passed on to her son had been taught to her by the lusty Trevor Beaumont. After indoctrinating Travis, she'd used him to appease her sexual cravings whenever Trevor had to be away from home for any length of time. She didn't feel guilty about the incestuous relationship with her son, feeling justified by the fact that she could have sex when she craved it and this way she was at least keeping it all in the family. Knowing the dangers of getting a girl pregnant, when he was in high school, Travis had come to her many times in the night seeking relief after a date with a girl. If the truth be known, Travis had never actually screwed any female other than his own mother.
Emilie let her son continue sucking her until she reached a small, satisfying climax. Then she pulled him to her breast and let him suck the huge, rubbery nipples. Travis worked her huge nipples until their rough, tactile surfaces responded by hardening in his mouth. He bit down suddenly when his mother gripped his throbbing shaft and placed the cockhead against the dripping mouth of her cunt.
"Ram it in me, boy," she commanded huskily. "Give me the full length in one stroke, just the way I've taught you."
Pausing momentarily, he humped forward brusquely-without warning-using the hymen-bursting stroke his mother had taught him in preparation for marriage to a virgin. As wet and sloppy as her pussy was, Emilie still cried out when her son's thick cock raced through her cunt.
"Now the short hammering strokes, son," she grunted, reaching down and taking his balls in her hand.
Jerking his pelvis in rhythm with the velvet claws manipulating his balls, Travis slammed a series of short, hard strokes into her. He cradled the cheeks of her ass in his hands and sunk his fingers into the crevice, his fingertips just scratching against her puckered asshole.
"Now the long strokes, boy-and fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck me!!" Emilie screamed as a massive orgasm wracked her impaled body.
She locked her legs around his pistoning trunk and felt the length of his cock travel completely in and out of her cunt. Travis slammed down even harder as he pulled her puckered asshole open with his fingers, ramming them into her ass. With his fingers brutalizing her rectum and his teeth shut down on a grotesquely swollen nipple, Travis gave way to the flesh-vise milking his balls and shoved his prick forward with all his might.
"Aaaiiieee," Emilie screamed.
Convulsive spasms wracked her heaving belly as her clenching hand mashed his balls, sending his cum racing into her body. A hot spurt of his cream gushed into her, followed by another, then another. With each spurt, Emilie clamped her cunt tight on his thick, shooting shaft.
She let him keep her plugged while their tremors subsided, glad now that she'd had her tubes tied off after Travis was born.. Now she could let him-or anyone else for that matter-stay in her for as long as they wanted without fear of pregnancy. With his cock slowly softening, Travis pulled out of his mother's cum-saturated pussy and went to the next step she'd taught him for the pleasing of a woman. He resumed his initial muff-diving position. After glueing his mouth against her cunt lips, he rolled the two of them over so that her funky-smelling cunt was above him.
While she spread her thighs as wide as possible and worked the muscles of her snatch, Travis sucked hard, drawing the cum from her cunt into his mouth. Filling his mouth with his own cum mixed with his mother's juices, Travis repeated the rolling action, then scrambled up on her belly and placed his mouth against hers. She sucked and licked the liquid from his mouth and swallowed it. They continued this bit of depravity until Travis could draw no more juice from her cunt. Emilie experienced the greatest sensations by having him draw the cum from her cunt and then taking it from his mouth. She peaked once more during his final cleansing, but much more calmly than earlier.
She finished the episode by taking his limp cock in her mouth and sucking it clean. Her licking and sucking had the desired effect, causing him to erect and send a secondary spurt into her hungry mouth. She gazed at him with renewed love and motherly affection as Travis slowly put his clothes back on, then kissed her lightly on the cheek.
"Thank you, mother," he whispered, turning and walking to the door.
"You're a good son, Travis," she called out. "Your mother will always be here when you need her."
Patty had waited until Travis had closed the door. Sighing, she pulled her dress and slip up around her waist. She set her feet up on the couch and widened her legs, then tugged the waistband of her panties out and slipped a trembling hand down to her anxiously awaiting pussy. She needed release badly and wanted to go right to the source of completion, her clitoris.
"Damn, these panties cramp my style," she muttered, jerking them off and flinging them to the floor. "Aaahhh, that's better."
Finding the clit, she flicked it with a polish-hardened fingernail, her head bent over to examine the reddish-haired slit between her legs. As her excitement mounted, she flicked faster and faster. Feeling her climax approaching, she didn't notice the dark shape rising from the over-stuffed chair across the room, nor did she realize that Trevor, Travis' father, had disrobed and was slipping toward her, completely naked.
She was just about to pinch the clit in that little move that always sent her into an orgasm when her hands were roughtly pulled away from her pussy, only to be replaced by a mouth and thrusting tongue. She found her lap filled with a grey head; her buttocks were held tightly.
"Oh God, no!" she screamed, hugging the head to her as she peaked.
She beat at the head chewing the flesh of her cunt and tried to push him away until vicious teeth clamped on her clit and sent her into another orgasm.
"Oh, ooo-hhh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh!" she cried, tremors never before felt crashing through her, turning her spine to jelly.
Trevor had been napping in his study when the young couple had first entered. The little noises of their harmless petting awoke him from his sleep. Not wanting to embarrass them, he'd kept quiet and watched them fondle each other. When his son had exposed that magnificently sculptured tit, he'd gasped and was surprised that he hadn't been heard. Watching his son stroking Patty's panties and fondling her nylon-sheathed thighs, Trevor thought he was going to witness the deflowering of that beautiful young lady; he eagerly anticipated playing the role of voyeur.
Feeling her tremors against his sucking lips, Trevor pulled away from her pussy, seeing the drippings of his own saliva glistening on the pouting cunt lips and red pubic curls. Standing up, he looked down at her glazed eyes and the little beads of perspiration coating her forehead. She was dazed from the shock of his oral attack. Her one breast still exposed, rising and falling in tempo with her quick breathing. She looked positively ripe for fucking.
Trevor wanted to see her without the benefit of clothes. As she panted in sexual satisfaction, he grabbed the bodice of her dress and yanked hard. The thin material pulled free from her body with an audible tear, ripping down to the material gathered around her waist. He jerked again on the flimsy material, pulling it completely off her youthful body.
Not satisfied, he tore the slip away from her hips, then ripped her garter belt off, tearing her nylons in the process. Just like shucking an ear of corn, he peeled the ruined nylons from her legs. At last Patty was naked, the last vestiges of clothing torn from her. Her eyes started to focus and she stared, as if hypnotized, at his huge, fully erect cock standing straight out from his pelvis.
As Trevor pulled her legs and hips over the couch's arm rest and stepped between her thighs, she realized that he was about to rape her. Panic raced through her when he aligned his large cockhead with the saliva-sloppy entrance to her virgin cunt. She tried to fight him off, but because of her elevated buttocks and her head sinking into the soft couch cushions, she wasn't able to effectively get at him.
"No! No-no-no! Don't-oh God, don't! Please, for God's sake, I'm a virgin ... don't! Donaaaiiieeeeee!!"
Trevor disregarded her screams and cries. He wasn't going to let this tasty prize escape him now that he was between her full thighs and had his cock seated tightly in the mouth of her pussy. Her screams of being a virgin acted as the final reason for taking her. He rammed forward, ripping her hymen and penetrating into her extremely tight, unused hole.
"No you're not!" he hissed, feeling her cunt cringe from the searing, burning invasion. "You're not a virgin now, sweetheart!"
White-hot pain ripped her, tearing her convulsing body in two as he refused to stop his penetration. Patty screamed again and again, tears flooding out of her eyes. The pain mounted even higher, contorting her body and face as he slammed in all the way and held his position, his pelvis pressed against her groin. Letting her cunt feed on his shaft in spasms, be bent over her tautly stretched belly and flicked her nipples, then pinched each one boldly.
Patty was swimming in a sea of semi-consciousness when she felt the attack on her breasts. When she pushed his hands away from her violated tits he hit her just over the belly-dimpling navel with his fist, the resulting convulsion locking her pussy even tighter around his hard dick.
"Work your pussy, little girl. Don't fight me, enjoy me. Work your pussy," he hissed, delivering a series of short jabs into her drum-tight slowly bruising belly.
A bubble burst in the back of her head and Patty felt a wave of pleasant sensation build up in her cunt. As Trevor started a series of short strokes-pulling out an inch or two, then jamming back in-ecstasy flooded her. She crushed her knees inward against him and pulled his head and open mouth to her bruised breast, hugging him tight and gyrating her ass in time with his thrusts.
"Fuck me ... fuck me, rip my cunt, suck my tit, fuck me!" she screamed lustily, concentrating on the billowing waves of pleasure that flooded her.
Treavor picked her up and pushed himself over the arm rest, gaining a better hold for his knees and improving the angle of his cock's attack. The weight of his fall onto her soft, pliable body pushed him deeper into her tight little quim, his cock forcing the narrow walls of her virgin canal open.
"Oh God! You've ripped me! Pull it out ... oh please! Pull it out! I can't stand it!" she screeched hysterically, trying to jerk away.
Knowing that the pain was too much for her, Trevor pulled back all the way to her vulval opening, then hammered back in. As he long-stroked her furiously she regained the waves of washing ecstasy and joined in with him, slamming her pelvis up to meet his onslaught. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh was exciting.
A mixture of blood and their combined juices lubricated the entire path of his thrusting cock. Patty soon forgot any pain as she soaked up the sensations that controlled her wanton body, straining to take in even more than Trevor had to offer. At that moment, Patty would've welcomed a stud stallion, had one been available. The pistoning flesh was relieving the uncontrollable itching in her pussy; she slammed into him with a fury equal to his when she realized that she was about to have her first cock-induced orgasm.
Trevor thrust faster, hoping to blow his load into her sweet-fucking cunt just at the instant when she flowered open. With their breathing growing sharper and more shallow, they mashed pelvis to pelvis, his cock pistoning faster, her cunt gyrating crazily.
"Yaaaiiieeeeee!!" she shouted, the first wave of orgasm hitting her.
"Ugh-ugh-ugh ... ugh!" he grunted, the first jet of cum burning out of his cock.
Ripples of pleasure washed through the both of them as Trevor shot his load. The hot, sticky stream scalded Patty's tender insides. Patty was lost in the ecstasy of her own cum.
Trevor was drained. With his cock not even softening-the pressure of her pussy was still tight-he collapsed onto her breast and fought to regain his breath. Still caught up in the throes of passion, Patty hugged him to her and squeezed his cock with the muscles of her cunt. One of her hands crept down his spine and slid to the hairy crevice between his buttocks. When she reached his puckered asshole, she probed a sharp fingernail into it, scratching the sensitive inner flesh and pushing it until it bumped against his prostate gland. Having learned about male anatomy in college, she softly massaged it with her fingertip and was rewarded with his renewed pistoning in her gushy cunt. She peaked again as he flooded her with another ejaculation.
Trevor snatched her dainty half-slip from the floor and packed it against her cunt to catch the juices. Satisfied that she wouldn't leak on the couch, he let his head drop onto her quivering belly and gasped for breath. This beautiful young woman had fucked him to a frazzle; he didn't have the strength to even stand up. He knew in his heart that she'd been overdue for a fucking, that she'd been more than ready. It was his son's own fault that he'd been cheated out of capturing the once-in-a-lifetime prize any girl could offer a man.
Patty lay there, breathing heavily and hugging the violator of her virginity to her sweat-soaked belly. At last she was a woman, a complete woman, and she had the burning ache in her pussy to prove it. The sensous feeling of the slip jammed up against her crotch kept her from cooling too fast, so she relaxed and let the little tremors flow through her.
She squirmed to the sensation of Trevor's cum oozing out of her.
Suddenly she pushed Trevor aside and jumped up, crying and moaning. "Oh my God, what have you done? What can I say to Travis? Oh my God!"
Her head dropped and she covered her face with her hands as sobs shook her nude body. A trickle of red-stained cum began to work its way down her inner thigh. She slowly sank to the carpet, heartbroken. Trevor went over to her and tried to console her, at the same time using her soiled slip to wipe away the mess still dripping out of her cunt.
"There, there, Patty my dear. It isn't as bad as all that. Travis need never know what we've done. I won't tell and I'm sure you don't want to see him hurt over this."
"But you don't understand," she sobbed raggedly. "He knows that I am ... was ... a virgin. He'll never have me for a ... I couldn't face ... oh, everything's ruined ... and it's all your fault."
"Yes, you're right, Patty. I shouldn't have done what I did. But we can't change that now."
"I've got to go away. I couldn't tell him about this ... I couldn't face him. Oh, what'll I do ... what'll I do?"
His compassion went out to her as he watched her; a little girl with her whole world crumbling around her. For a moment he was sorry that he'd raped her, but only for a moment. After all, a hard dick has no conscience and pronging a twenty-year-old-virgin isn't an everyday occurrence, at least not for fifty-year-old Trevor Beaumont.
"I can help you, Patty, if you'll let me," he said stroking her heaving shoulders and sneaking a hand under her quaking breasts.
"What can you do?" she queried, ignoring his hand.
"Would you like to be an airline stewardess? I can send you to our school and you'll be a stewardess on Trans Continental in nine months. Travis need never know and he wouldn't guess where to look for you."
The proposal broke through Patty's misery. Although she loved Travis dearly, she found the lure of flying a ready pacifier for her broken heart. Without further hesitation, she agreed that his suggestion was the answer to her dilemma.
"But I haven't got any money to tide me over, Mr. Beaumont. It took all I could get to go through college."
"Don't worry, my sweet ... I'll give you enough to pay your expenses and then some."
"And can I leave right away? Tonight? I don't want to try to explain anything to Travis-"
"Of course. I'll drive you to the airport and put you on one of our own planes. You'll be in New York and ready to start school tomorrow. I believe we have a class starting on Monday morning."
He was cupping and working both her breasts now. Standing behind her, he noticed that his cock was getting hard, much to his own astonishment. He wouldn't have believed that he was capable of any feeling so soon after that exhausting fuck.
"Oh, Mr. Beaumont! I'll do it! You didn't have to be so nice to me and I'm grateful that you've made the offer. I only wish there was some way I could repay you for your kindness."
"There is my dear."
"How? Please tell me. I'll do anything to show you how grateful I am."
"Turn around then, my sweet. I'll tell you want I want you to do."
He released her breasts and she turned slowly around on her knees, finding his huge cock standing out on a line with and only an inch away from her face.
"Open your mouth," he commanded softly.
She did as he said, fascinated by the hole in his cock-tip. It seemed to be winking at her, then it moved slowly, closing the distance separating it from her lips. Slowly entering her mouth, it passed just beyond her teeth and rested on the surface of her tongue.
"Now close your lips and suck. Suck me until I fill your mouth with juice."
She did as she was told and began stroking his dangling balls. She'd never given head to any man, but she learned fast and soon was flicking his cockhead with her teeth and probing the hole in the tip with her tongue whenever she rested from sucking a moment. Trevor grabbed her tits in his excitement and kneaded them furiously, pulling the nipples out from their areolas and crushing their darkening surfaces. She milked his balls with an equal harshness, triggering his release; his cum shot into her mouth. She glanced up at him, her jaws bulging with his cock and cum, her green eyes asking the silent question.
"Swallow it, my dear," he hissed, still trembling from his orgasm.
She slowly pulled his cock from between her lips. Her lips closed with a slushy smack as he pulled back slightly, then she swallowed daintily with averted eyes, embarrassed to have him leering at her as she ingested his sticky cream. Initially, her stomach rebelled against accepting his cum, a ball of nausea rising in her throat. But after quietly gagging once or twice, she managed to hold it down.
Once assured that her stomach was settled, she pulled his penis back to her lips. Hollowing her cheeks deeply, she sucked the last drops of cum from his exhausted, rapidly shriveling cock and again swallowed. Satisfied that his cock was completely cleaned out, she impishly rolled her tongue across her sperm-speckled lips; then using the hem of her ripped dress as a towel, she casually dabbed her lips dry.
"Will there be anything else, Mr. Beaumont?" she asked coyly, glancing up at him with wide, innocent eyes.
"No, my dear ... thank you, you've accomplished an outstanding performance. I don't believe I've enjoyed a more satisfying blowjob, not even from an expert like my wife," he said crossing the room and retrieving his scattered clothing.
Trevor dressed while Patty tried to find some way to cover her own nudity with the tatters that remained of her dress. She'd slipped into her panties without any trouble, but couldn't bring herself to put on the funky-smelling slip. Her nylons were a lost cause, not worth the trouble to pull them on. The expensive dress was torn from bodice to hem and was beyond repair. She draped it over her shoulders and clutched the ragged edges together in front of her belly. With her shoes in her hand, she slipped up the stairs to her bedroom and cleaned herself as best as she could, then packed her belongings and went back down to the study.
Trevor quickly drove her to the airport and just before she boarded the aircraft, handed her an envelope, then kissed her lightly on the cheek as dutifully as any prospective father-in-law would. But she knew that he'd never be her father-in-law now, just the man who took her virginity. Tears of shame and sorrow ran down her cheeks as the jet taxied down the runway and took off, headed for New York.
CHAPTER THREE
During the flight to New York, Patty curiously opened the envelope that Trevor had handed her. Her tear-stained eyes flipped open in .amazement when she found fifty brand new one hundred dollar bills. She'd never seen that much money at any one time in her entire life. Her pangs of conscience and sense of loss concerning Travis were clouded by the fact that Trevor had paid five thousand dollars for the privilege of taking her virginity, showing his gratitude for being the first hard cock to prong her little red-haired pussy. A trace of a smile reflecting an awakened greed spread over her beautiful face as she mentally calculated how she could find a man willing to pay for being her second violator.
With a light-hearted attitude, Patty walked into the terminal in New York and asked the local representative of Trans Continental about getting to the stewardess school. A quick phone call confirmed that Patty was to attend and transportation was arranged for her to be taken to the school's registration office. Facilities were provided where Patty could freshen up and change before reporting in at the school.
Registration at the school was hectic, with a few dozen extremely attractive females trying to get enrolled and set up in living quarters at the same time. The girls were assigned quarters in groups of threes, roommates arbitrarily picked by the registrar without too much regard to the girls' personal preferences. After receiving their initial orientation and being told of their room assignments, the young women were given the rest of the day to get moved into the dormitory.
Patty timidly pushed the door of her new room open with her toe, two suitcases under each arm. Entering, she noticed the small, compact arrangement in one large room with three beds, three dressers, a couch and a writing table with a number of lamps scattered about the room. There was an alcove off one wall with the sliding doors of a huge, walk-in closet. Across the room was a door, apparently the entrance to a bathroom. Sitting on two beds in various stages of undress were two young, very pretty girls; one a brunette, the other a blonde.
The brunette was lying across her bed on her elbows, her chin cupped in her hands. Clad in a flimsy, lace-covered slip, she was talking animatedly with the blonde who was seated on the edge of her bed with one leg stuck up in the air. Stripped down to bra and matching panties, the blonde girl was in the act of rolling a nylon down a perfectly shaped leg when Patty squeezed through the doorway. She glanced up with a curious half-smile at the redhead with her overload of luggage.
"Hi, honey. Looking for room twenty-six?"
"Yes, I've just been assigned to it," Patty gasped, out of breath from her struggle with the luggage.
"You've found it. Come on in and make yourself at home. That's your bed over behind Cindy's."
Patty dropped her suitcases on the appointed bed.
"My name is Patty ... Patty Burke. I guess I'm your roommate."
The little blonde tossed her rolled-up nylon onto the bedspread and stuck her other leg up to roll the remaining nylon off.
"I'm Lois ... Lois Hughes ... and this is my cousin, Cynthia ... Cynthia Palmer."
The dark-haired girl rolled over onto her back, a cute smile lighting her face as she looked at Patty.
"Call me Cindy-everybody does. Cynthia is just too damned formal ... Hi, Patty-welcome aboard. You wouldn't happen to be a size eight, would you?"
"Yes, I am. But why?"
"Well, being cousins and both a size eight, Lois and I have always been able to wear each other's clothes. With you being the same size, that'll increase all our wardrobes three times."
Patty decided that she liked the cousins. They seemed warm and friendly, anxious to make her feel at home. In just a few days the three of them were acting like old friends, sitting around the room in their underwear and discussing all those things that young females talk about when they are alone. At first, Patty had been a little shy and reluctant to disrobe so casually in front of the others, but they laughed at her and promised not to rape her, making her feel silly for being so modest.
Before the week passed, she was sitting around in a slip or bra and panties just like the others. Lois really broke the ice on Sunday, after their first week of training. The three of them had just returned from church services and, due to the heat, had quickly undressed down to bra and panties. Without warning, Lois stretched her arms up behind her back and unfastened her bra, letting it fall to the bed. She stood up and casually sauntered over to where Patty was reading the Sunday paper.
"Patty, honey, is that a new bra you're wearing? It's really cute."
Patty looked and for the first time saw the naked breasts of her roommate. The creamy-white globes were as pert as her own, with about the same amount of bulk. The tips were darker and protruded further than hers; they "seemed to get harder as Patty gazed at them, a flush of sexual excitment creeping across her face. Unconsciously, Patty's hands came up and cupped her satin-embossed bra cups, forcing even more swelling to billow out over the lacy edges of her expensive demi-bra.
"Why yes, it is. I bought it yesterday."
"Gee, Patty, it's really cute. Let me try it on ... please."
Keeping her eyes glued to the wonderfully attractive breasts in front of her, Patty quietly reached behind her and unfastened her bra, then pulled the thin straps off her shoulders and held the warm but empty cups out to Lois. Lois, however, didn't move to take the offered garment. She was staring at the released mounds of flesh that protruded from Patty's chest. She was staring in open admiration, then she softly whistled.
"My God! They're beautiful ... and tip up like bananas. I've never seen such a beautiful pair of titties before," she crooned. Then she turned to Cindy. "Come here, Cin, and look at this."
Cindy glanced over and, seeing that her roommates had taken their bras off, bounded off the bed and closed in on the two. Not knowing just what had transpired between Patty and Lois, Cindy focused on Patty's large, uptilted tits for a moment, then reached out and cupped her hand under one of them.
"Dee-vine, simply divine," she murmured, then dropped to her knees in front of Patty and pressed a kiss onto the slightly enlarged nipple, swelling now from the attention focused upon it by the two girls.
"Oh my God! What're you doing?" Patty gasped, feeling a smooth, wet tongue laving her nipple.
Before she could react, Patty felt another mouth attack her other breast and then she was pushed back onto the bed. Lois and Cindy had imprisoned her arms under their semi-nude bodies, so that when she tried to push them off, she found her hands gripped in nylon-covered crotches. Her immediate feeling of panic disappeared when she realized that the soft, clenching lips at her nipples were delivering a pleasant sensation and that her nipples were actually responding to the oral attack.
Unaccountably, Patty was arching her back, trying to force her breast flesh into the avid, sucking mouths glued to her titties. She lost all sense of time and reason as the oral caresses grew bolder. Teeth were scraping the tender tips between sucks now, and her nipples responded by stretching and swelling. The passive itch in her cunt began to activate, a crawling sensation turning the walls of her cunt into a demanding, grasping, pleasure-seaking hole-wanting friction, demanding sensation.
Patty succumbed to the pleasure, letting the girls have their way. She didn't realize it when Lois quickly slipped her panties off and straddled her belly, devoting complete attention to her yearning, heaving breast. Cindy, still wearing her panties, straddled her also, back-to-back with Lois and concentrated on her cunt. The first inkling Patty had that something new was happening was when Cindy's hands lifted the nylon panties up and tugged them down over her hips. Patty's body jerked and her eyes snapped open as she felt fingers probing at her pussy, prying the outer lips open. As she opened her mouth to protest, she felt a mouth close over hers and a juicy, stabbing tongue slide in over her teeth. Lois was kissing her! And with as much passion as any man!
Initially revolted, Patty soon found herself responding and sucking the saliva from Lois' brazen tongue. Irrationally, Patty reciprocated, sending her own tongue into Lois' mouth and trembling weakly as her juices were sucked from its surface. No slouch herself in the art of seducing young women, Cindy probed skillfully into the bright red cunt, massaging the buttery-smooth labia and smiling impishly as the outer cunt lips responded, opening up to expose the damp, pearl-pink inner flesh.
Then Cindy spotted Patty's clitoris which hardened at her touch. She bent down and let her tongue stab in and flick Patty's clit. The shock of this most intimate contact caused Patty to contract her vaginal muscles, the outer labia closing on the pouting lips pressed against them.
It didn't take long for the girls to bring Patty to completion. With her arms free, she wrapped them around the blonde head feasting on her tongue and felt the pendulous breasts mash flat against her own saliva-coated mounds. With a velvety climax ballooning in her cunt and spread wide by Cindy's mouth and tongue, Patty drew up her knees and spread them as wide as she could, humping her pelvis into the invading face. She had an insane desire to pull Cindy's head and her bouncing, tickling black curls deep into her cunt.
As her cunt exploded in orgasm, Patty jerked her mouth away from Lois' and screamed out in animal lust. '
"Yiiieeeooowww! Oh my God! She's sucking the life out of me ... aaaggghhh-suck me, suck me-eeeee!"
Hearing her screams and shouts, Cindy redoubled her efforts and, catching the wildly twitching clitoris between her teeth, bit it lightly, then sucked on it viciously, knowing from the heaving crotch at her face that Patty had peaked again. Meanwhile, Lois worried about the screams. Someone might hear them and come to investigate. In order to shut off any further noise, she forced Patty's spasming arms from around her neck and pinned them to the bed with her thighs. Then she scooted up over Patty's heaving, sweat-glistening tits and sat on her chest, falling forward over the writhing redhead. She lifted her cute little buttocks and mashed her pussy against Patty's open mouth, shutting off any further cries.
With her nose caught in Lois' pussy slit and her mouth covered by her wet, mushy cunt, Patty found herself gasping for breath and unable to make a sound. She started to lose consciousness, feeling only the damp cunt engulfing her mouth and the other girl's mouth sucking her clit. With a final desperate gesture, she managed to free one arm from Lois' thighs and jammed her hand up into Lois' crotch, her fingers hooking into the blonde's cunt. With an animal viciousness, she twisted hard and succeeded in pulling the cunt away from her choking mouth. Then she passed out.
She revived a few moments later and found both roommates stretched out on either side of her. Each girl had one of their thighs laced over hers and was holding one of her tits, their lips closed over the nipples.
Finally the girls turned her tits loose and sat up, stroking her entire body. The soft, knowing, fluttering fingers kept a pleasant glow of near excitement building in the pit of her stomach, so Patty smiled weakly and relaxed.
"Do you like us to do you this way, Patty?" Cindy asked.
"Oh, yes. It isn't right ... it's not natural ... but it feels so good!"
"You're not a virgin, are you?" Lois asked letting her finger circle Patty's belly dimple, then dart in and out.
"No ... ooohh! God, that makes me quiver."
"You can say that again," Cindy chuckled, twining her fingertips in Patty's copper-colored pubic curls. "Some man cracked you open just recently, didn't he?"
"Oooohhh, ye-esss ... but how did you know?"
"You're still raw and swollen a bit down there. I noticed it while I was sucking you ... did you enjoy my loving you that way, Patty honey?"
Just the question being asked was enough to stoke the fires smoldering in her pussy. Patty sensed the building itch in her cunt. If this kept up, she'd have to have something stuck in her-and soon.
"Oh Lord! I thought I'd die when you did that. Just knowing it was another girl doing that to me seemed to make it so much more exciting!"
Letting her finger slip into the wet opening between Patty's legs, Cindy twirled her fingernail around the still-distended, throbbing clit.
"I'll do it again, any time you want me to, Patty," she murmured, contintuing to work her finger in the dampening cunt.
"Oh God, no! Not right now. It would kill me-I put so much into that last one."
Lois scrambled up into a sitting position and grinned.
"I've got an idea, Cindy. Let's treat Patty to the sight of the two of us making out. That way she might want to join in or else she'll get some ideas on how to operate afterward."
Cindy liked the idea and scrambled up.
"Good idea. It's obvious Patty doesn't have any experience with girls. If she did, she would've taken advantage of having your pussy pressed to her face while I was muffing her. This way, she'll know what we do."
"Don't you girls ever ball with men?" Patty asked, curious to understand her pretty roommates.
"No. Actually, Cindy and I are strictly lesbian. Being cousins and having been raised next door to each other, we were witness to a drunken scene once when our fathers performed a dual rape on our mothers. It was enough to turn us off to men for the rest of our lives."
"Why? I thought a husband couldn't be charged with raping his wife."
"True, but that wasn't the case. You see, our mothers are sisters, and Cindy's father raped my mother while my father raped Cindy's mother. They'd gotten drunk together and planned the whole thing. If you'd seen what happened, you'd know what I mean about' being turned off to men ... God, it was horrible."
"And to make matters worse," Cindy joined in, "our dear fathers repeated this game time and time again-only after the first time they were cold sober."
"Didn't your mothers ever try to fight them? I mean-they didn't go along with this arrangement, did they?"
"Fight them? You should've seen how they were beaten into submission each time ... by their own husbands. No, it was enough to turn us toward each other for affection and love. We've been doing our own thing ever since. You're the first third party we've ever included, and that's because Lois and I have fallen in love with you, Patty."
Patty reclined on her bed and watched as the two girls stood up and faced each other. With deliberate slowness, Lois reached around Cindy's body and unfastened her bra. She slowly exposed Cindy's tits. Then she peeled off Cindy's delicate panties. Slowly rolling the sleek material down over her hips and thighs, exposing the triangular tuft of cunt hair.
With a sigh, Lois squatted down and completed the removal of Cindy's pale-blue panties. After lifting one foot at a time to facilitate removal, Cindy casually opened her legs and propped one up on the side of the bed. Lois bent over and kissed Cindy's ankles, then let her lips and tongue trail up one inner leg and terminate at Cindy's pussy. She used her fingertips to spread the hairy labia and pressed a wet-sounding kiss on Cindy's bulging cunt.
Cindy hugged Lois' golden curls to her groin and bumped her dark bush against her cousin's pressed lips, then released her. When Lois stood up, Cindy squatted down and repeated the initial sequence. Both standing once more, they came together with breasts mashing against breasts, nipples flattening against nipples. They kissed hard and passionately, cunt grinding against cunt, then moved to the nearest bed.
Cindy lay on the bed and Lois lay prone above her, facing in opposite directions. As Lois crawled toward Cindy's feet the girls first kissed, then caressed each other's tits, then laved each other's trembling bellies, then chewed each other's pubic hair, then licked at each other's cunt. Each move was conducted simultaneously, as if by some silent pre-arranged signal. By the time Lois was poised over Cindy's pussy, her own cunt was directly over Cindy's face. Lois drew her knees up, causing the rosy cheeks of her soft ass to stick out. As Cindy's knees folded back in a similar manner in reverse, Lois let her cunt sink down to Cindy's gaping mouth as she lowered her own face to Cindy's gaping hole.
Watching her roommates muffing each other, Patty found her own hand buried deep in her cunt, her fingers rubbing her supersensitive clitoris. As Cindy and Lois' muffled, pussy-smothered moans of climax drifted across the room, Patty reached a peak, rubbing her pussy furiously, both hands coming together at her cunt, her arms pushing her large breasts together. Her eyes clamped shut, Patty felt her belly explode in orgasm just as two mouths closed over her nipples and bit down.
She bucked and thrashed and moaned and cried, but still she wasn't satisfied. The itching in her cunt was driving her wild, demanding some sort of friction, some sort of contact to spur on her final release.
"Fuck my pussy! Stick something in me! I've got to have something in me-eeeeee!" Patty screamed.
Cindy jumped up and scanned the room frantically trying to locate something with which to answer Patty's screaming request. Cindy suddenly remembered something and dashed into the bathroom.
Returning seconds later, Cindy fought her way between Patty's thrashing legs and pulled her fingers out of the dripping cunt. As soon as Patty's hands were clear, Cindy placed a phallic-shaped object at the mouth of Patty's cunt and shoved it it.
"Ahhhhh...." Patty moaned, a wave of pleasure flooding her as something opened her pussy and rubbed away the terrible itching.
Her body buckled tremendously, then slowly subsided as she mewed like a kitten and worked her cunt muscles against the stiff object. Whatever it was that was rammed in her, it had accomplished what strumming her clitoris had failed to do. Slowly, a feeling of great relief coursed through her, but her cunt was still gripped around the object stuck in her.
She eased a hand between her sweaty thighs and found the hard base of the buried object. Grasping its edge, she eased it out of her pussy and held it up to look at it. Her whole body shuddered as she recognized a long, full tube of shampoo.
"Jesus, Cindy! You could've killed me with this!"
"I didn't know what else to do ... you were begging for something-and I couldn't think of anything else."
This triangular, all-girl situation continued on throughout the nine months of stewardess course. After that first time, Patty found that Lois and Cindy preferred to play the active role with her. Occasionally, they would let her sip at the honey-dew mouth below their bellies, but usually they preferred to work as a team on Patty, bringing her to the highest plateaus of pleasure. Patty went along with her passive role, not really getting much out of muffing a girl. But to have soft female lips and flesh caress her own body gave Patty much pleasure and kept her cravings for men dormant.
There were occasions when Patty would find a man. About once every month she'd find that her lust couldn't be appeased by the girls, so she'd let a man pick her up in one of the better cocktail lounges in the city. With little or no pretence at being seduced, she'd let the stranger take her to a hotel, where she'd whip more pussy on the guy than he ever dreamed of getting. On two occasions, Patty found that she really liked the guy and to show her affection, she would go down on her date and suck him off, swallowing the entire load of cum.
When the girls neared graduation, they were told some of the unwritten rules: the captain was never wrong, the passengers were always right, executives of the company had carte blanche concerning the girls. The girls were to avoid any serious confrontation with the pilots, passengers, or executives as the penalty for trouble in Trans Continental was dismissal. As they were considered to be the highest-paid crews in the business with the most attractive working conditions, the majority of the girls agreed that they would do just about anything to keep in good standing with the company.
The day after graduation, the list of crew assignments was posted. Patty became the center of attention when her assignment to Captain Summer's crew was noted. In no time at all, Patty received the grapevine gossip about the senior pilot's activities. Rather than scare her, her probable seduction by the handsome older man intrigued Patty; she was looking forward to it. Just thinking about being seduced caused that familiar itch in her young pussy.
The girls were allowed to remain in their quarters for one week after graduation, enough time to make their maiden flights with their new crews and find an apartment in whatever city was to be considered their home port. Patty, Lois, and Cindy were to stay in New York; Lois and Cindy were also assigned to the same crew. All three girls decided to stay together if they could locate a suitable apartment.
With a light, expectant heart, Patty took the company bus to the airport and located her flight. The local company manager took her directly to her pilot and she was introduced to Captain John Summers.
The meeting was, as has already been explained, a rather shocking one. First she had been surprised by his age. Some of the girls had mentioned that he was something of a lecher, always ready to give any of the girls a tumble, his cock always hard and aching. And none of the girls who talked about it found anything strange in his behavior. They seemed to think it was only typical of the behavior of the pilots in this airline-and in all airlines.
"You mean ... that the pilots sleep with the stewardesses? Like ... often?" Patty asked.
"Sure, baby," this particular girl had laughed. "Boy, you are naive, if you don't know that. But I guess you haven't had any practical experience, so you wouldn't know, right? But it sure is the truth."
"Wow. I thought-well, I thought it was just a business we were in. Just because we're supposed to look pretty and we do a fairly glamorous job, flying all over the world, it doesn't mean we have to be tramps, does it?"
Patty was still a very moral girl at this point. She was aware of her own strong desires in the sexual area of her being. But she was still trying to conquer them. They had gotten her into enough trouble as it was. She had been forced to run out on the boy she really felt very close to, felt real love for, if she let herself realize it.
But that was in the past now. She couldn't look back and think about Travis. He was part of her past and a dead part of it.
Now she was a stewardess, for better or worse, and she decided she had better get used to all the normal patterns of that life style, whether that life style involved a liberal attitude towards sex or not. And this one apparently did involve just such an attitude.
She heard several other comments about Captain Summers in particular. Some of the comments were veiled gossip, others were the frank admissions of girls who had flown with him and had gone on to having intimate relations with him. Some of these felt they had been treated badly by him, but none complained about the sexual part, for they seemed to have gotten a very good deal in that department.
From all of these comments Patty formed a mental picture of the pilot, seeing him as a tall and handsome young man, perhaps with wavy blond hair. And as we have seen, he turned out to be an aging, graying man. But the stories were nonetheless completely true. He was just as virile as some of his conquests had intimated; he was in fact a stud among his fellow pilots.
But looks are deceiving and with her first glimpse of him, on that first day on her new job, she thought the girls had to be exaggerating for whatever reason.
And then he began to talk to her, and those eyes of his seemed to burn into her.
She felt her panties moistening as a juicy secretion came out of her cunt and dampened them.
And then he began to talk to her intimately about what she was wearing, what sort of stockings and what sort of panties. It was almost as if he had known that she was just then thinking about that area of her body.
He didn't do anything truly outrageous at that point, but when he dismissed her, telling her that they would be leaving in about three hours, her mind was whirling with thoughts of him, sexual thoughts. She was again considering seriously all that she had heard about him. She tried to remember the exact words the girls had used when they told about their bedroom experiences with Captain John Summers.
She remembered one of them saying, "God, when he came I thought it would never end! I've never fucked with anybody that had so much juice to shoot. My cunt felt like it had been hit with a tidal wave!"
The girls who had been listening all laughed heartily-all except for Patty who grimaced, a trifle embarrassed and annoyed by such scandalous conduct and such a brazen retelling of that misconduct.
But now she was interested. The good captain had penetrated her reserve. He had done what any true Don Juan could do: make a woman want him, make her start to think about him and then soon hotly desire him.
She didn't know if she had come as far as that yet, but he was certainly on her mind, uppermost in her thoughts, and he had done something to her cunt while they were talking, to make it moisten and drool.
She wanted to learn more about him. If she didn't, she felt she would be too nervous and uneasy when it came time for the flight. Her mind would be alive with thoughts of him, wonder at his behavior, and his opinion of her.
She went into the airline cafeteria after leaving the aircraft and ran across one of the girls she had known during her training period.
The girl saw Patty and waved.
"Oh, hello," Patty said.
"How are you making out?"
"I don't know yet," said Patty.
"What? Don't tell me today is the big day."
"Yes, my first flight."
"Well, that's great. Congratulations. Or should I say good luck? You don't know how it will turn out yet. You may hate it and I'd hate to have congratulated you if you do. What are you getting here?"
"Just a drink. A soft one, of course."
The other girl stood up and walked over to where Patty was standing near the soda machine.
"In honor of this being your first flight today," the girl said, "I shall buy you a Coke."
Patty laughed.
"Okay, thanks. I'll accept it. I'm afraid I need as much encouragement as possible."
"Heh heh ... I know that feeling. But don't worry, you'll get over it. Once you get up there with all those fucking passengers waiting to be served, you'll be too busy to remember that you were worried."
"I hope you're right."
"Sure I'm right."
The girl put the coins in the machine and then handed the cup of soda to Patty.
"Thanks," said Patty, taking the cup away and moving back to the table.
They both sat down. Patty sipped at the Coke, and the girl watched her, amused by her nervousness, remembering when she had felt the same emotions.
The girl was named Rhonda, and she was quite a stunning piece, tall and voluptuous, with long dark blonde hair. Her tits were large and full, and her ass flared out quite sexily, so much so that eyes were always turned to her bottom whenever she walked by. '
"What time do you leave?" Rhonda asked. "In a little while."
"Where to?"
"The coast."
"Mmm. Long trip for a first flight. But like I said, you shouldn't have any problems. Just remember what you were taught and you'll get along. Remember to smile and not spill anything on the passengers and you're halfway home at that. The only thing you have to watch out for are the occasional assholes; they'll fuck you up every time, believe you me, honey."
"In what way? I mean, what do they do exactly? What is it I should look out for?"
"Look out for the loudmouth ones, especially if it's their first time in an airplane. There's almost always one person who has never flown before. God, once I had this lady who absolutely flipped out as soon as the plane took off. She took one look out the window and then she screamed, jumped out of her seat and started running towards the exit. By the time we had her under control she had nearly opened the door on us, and you can imagine what sort of a fuck up that would be ... The other kind to look out for, well, among others, is the guy who drinks too much. They'll go after your ass, you know. Every time you wiggle by they'll have their hand up ready to pinch your fanny. Of course, some girls like the attention and just smile. I do that myself sometimes, if the guy is young and good looking."
"Mmmm," Patty mumbled. She was thinking about what the girl had said.
Her words were supposed to be helping Patty to calm down and lose her nervousness, but in fact they were doing the opposite, making it all seem terribly complicated and full of pitfalls that had to be avoided.
"Oh, I'm sorry, honey," Rhonda said.
"Hm? Why?"
"You still look nervous. I guess that didn't cheer you up any, telling you about some of the weirdos. But look, you let the other girls worry about it if you have any problems. It's not like you'll be all alone or anything."
"Yes, that's true," Patty sighed.
"Who are you flying with?"
"I'm not sure of all of them. Johnson is the steward. And then Alice Miller, and Phyllis something...."
"Who's the pilot?"
Patty nodded dreamily at that question. She thought again of the handsome, sexy pilot, and of his suggestive dialogue with her earlier.
"Huh, girl? Did you hear me?" said Rhonda.
"What?"
"Who are you flying with? The pilot?"
"Oh ... oh yes. John Summers."
The girl's eyes widened. She stared at Patty for a long moment and then looked left and right at the other people in the cafeteria.
"What's the matter?"
"Did ... did you say John Summers?"
"Yes, that's right, what about it?"
"Oh boy, what a way to begin a career," the girl sighed deeply. "I will cross my fingers for you, darling. You will need a lot of luck to get through this flight."
"But why?"
"Because of that fucking pilot, that's why! Baby, that guy is murder! Murder, I tell you!"
"Don't you think you better explain?"
"You aren't going to tell me you haven't heard the stories about Summers?" Rhonda said.
The stewardess snorted sarcastically and wagged her head from side to side.
Patty said, "Yes, I've heard some stories about him. Which ones do you mean?"
"The ones that paint him as an insatiable sex fiend. Those stories, my dear."
"Well ... yes, I have heard some things. I didn't believe everything those girls used to say. There was a lot of drinking going on when those stories came up."
"Believe me, honey, you can believe whatever it is you heard, honest and truly."
"How do you know?" Patty asked. Rhonda shrugged. "How do I know...."
"Well?"
"I know because I know."
"But...."
And then Patty realized. "You. You made it with him?"
Rhonda nodded her head sharply. She took out a cigarette and lit it.
"Yeah, that's right. So believe me, I know what I'm talking about when I say that guy is murder."
"And so it's all true?" said Patty. "He is something of a sex maniac?"
"You better believe it."
"How long did ... your affair last?"
"Not long-not long by normal standards, though I suppose the way John goes through women it was something of an extended relationship. But that doesn't matter, since he got rid of me just like any of the others."
"You wanted to keep it going?" Patty asked.
"Yeah. And so would just about any girl!" she snapped defensively.
"Why? What's so special about him?"
Patty really wanted to know. She had felt something very strong when she spoke to the pilot, but she couldn't explain it. It reassured her and yet disturbed her to know that others, probably many others, had felt the same reaction. And apparently many had done something about it, or let Captain Summers do something about it.
"Don't ask me that."
"But there had to be something, some reason you would have an affair with him."
"Everybody has affairs!"
"But why him? He's old, you know his reputation. Why did you get involved with him?"
"I can't put what I felt into words, dear. But he does give off these vibrations-"
Exactly, Patty said to herself. Vibrations, strong sexual vibrations, something one couldn't explain, one could only feel. And she felt it.
"Anyway, the vibrations are what attracted me to him in the beginning. And then I got it on with him. The first time was in the back seat of his car here at this airport. He had a flight to catch and I was just getting in from a flight. We ran into each other and got to talking. I knew almost right away that we would get together before we parted that time. And it was only the second time we had met. We didn't even have to say anything. He just took me by the arm and told me his car was outside. We got in it and drove out to a deserted area near the river. He told me his cock was throbbing for me, and told me to take it out and see if he was lying. Well, I was pretty damn horny by that time, and I jumped at the chance to see what his prick looked like and felt like. My pussy was pouring juice when I pushed my hand inside his pants. And then I felt it, and Christ was it big, like you wouldn't believe it, honey. I mean, this was a horse cock he had. And it hadn't even grown all the way yet! I pulled him out and jerked on it a few times. Then he told me to suck it, so I eagerly leaned over and licked at it and then sucked the whole thing right into my mouth. I nearly came just with the feel of it in my throat. I really sucked him, till he was nearly ready to shoot off. But he said he only had time to come once this time, and he wanted it to be in my cunt. So then he pushed me back off him and made me spread my legs. You can imagine I did that pretty willingly, since my cunt was boiling hot and sopping juice like a fucking waterfall, right?"
"Yes, yes," Patty said breathlessly. "And then what happened?"
"As if you can't guess, honey! He spread my legs and pulled my soaked panties off me. Then he went down on me. And that man can suck cunt like nobody on this earth. I thought I was going to go out of my fucking mind. And no sooner was he done with that, and was pulling his face out of my wet crotch, than he was sticking his dick into my cunt and fucking me for all I was worth. It was beautiful, just beautiful. The greatest lay in my entire life!"
"And that's why you stayed with him?"
"Isn't that reason enough? I stayed with him just as long as he let me, I did."
"And then he dumped you."
"He sure did."
"And now you hate him."
"That's right."
"And you never want to see him again?"
"I don't know about that, honey. I don't know about that at all. I think if he asked me to come live with him tomorrow, even if I knew he was going to dump me, I'd still go. I just can't explain it."
CHAPTER FOUR
The screech of the aircraft's tires protesting against contact with the asphalt runway and the loud whoosh of the engines being reversed snapped Patty out of her reverie. She felt terribly uncomfortable with that sanitary napkin wadded against her rectum. Sitting for twenty minutes while they'd made their final approach to New York, Patty suffered with the irritation of her recently pronged asshole, so she got up from her seat and made preparations to disembark the passengers. Wincing as she stepped down the center aisle, she suppressed a need to cry out at the burning pain that seared through her posterior. One thing was for sure, Patty didn't think that she'd ever be able to enjoy taking it Greek style. She had a pussy and that's where she wanted a cock to be, not in her ass.
After the passengers had departed, the crew strode across the apron together and filed into the lounge. The pilot and the steward filed their required reports with the administration desk, then the crew started going their separate ways. Patty approached the captain, who was just reaching for a telephone.
"Will I see you soon, John?" she whispered, looking into his smiling eyes.
"No, love. I don't play games here in New York."
"But John, it'll be three days before our next flight. What am I supposed to do until then?"
"Look, Patty baby. This is home port and I have a wife and four daughters to keep happy. Now be a good girl and wait until the next flight. I can't carry on here, right under my wife's nose ... you understand, don't you?"
"I guess so ... I'm sorry, John-I shouldn't have pressured you this way."
"That's all right, Patty. I'll see you in three days. We'll pick up in LA again, okay?"
"Oh sure. I don't know why I'm worried about three days. I've got to get set up in a new apartment and all. I'll see you then."
"Fine ... and Patty...."
"What?"
"Get that cute behind in shape, will you?"
"Just for you, lover."
Returning to the school, Patty found Lois and Cindy all excited. Not only had they enjoyed their first flight, but Selma, a girl from Patty's crew, had just called before Patty arrived, to give them the address of what she'd described as the coolest pad in town; just what the girls needed. They wanted to go and lease it right away, but Patty begged off until the next day, telling Lois and Cindy that she just had to get some rest as it had been a long, hard flight for her.
Forgetting her condition for the moment, Patty shucked off her uniform and bra-slip; she needed a hot shower and some sleep. As she was bending over to pull open the bottom drawer of her dresser the girls stared at her panty-covered ass.
"What have you got in your panties, Patty?" Cindy asked, her eyes glued on the awkward bulge distorting the sexy shape of Patty's behind.
"Oh! I forgot all about that," Patty grunted. "That damn pilot of mine wasn't satisfied with plugging my pussy at every opportunity, he had to jam his big cock in my bottom-I think he ripped me back there. God knows, I bled like a seven-year-old virgin afterward."
Lois and Cindy crowded around Patty and asked about all the intimate details of her experience. Patty didn't mind telling them; after all, they were as close as three girls could be. When she got to the part about getting cornholed, her roommates gasped and cooed, then insisted on administering first aid.
Cindy retrieved some soothing cream from the medicine cabinet in the bathroom while Lois had Patty lay across the bed on her tummy. With delicate, careful tugs, Lois eased the silky panties off and gasped when the sanitary napkin was pulled away from Patty's rectum. Together, Cindy and Lois spread the bruised buttock cheeks apart and exposed the raw, friction-burnt, blood-stained asshole.
"Oh my God!" Lois exclaimed. "He's torn you up pretty badly. All the more reason to stay away from men, Patty. I'll never let one touch me ... I think I'd die if a man ever did something like this to me."
"It's not all that bad," Patty moaned, squirming in soothing relief as a nimble finger coated the entrance to her ass with cool cream. "Just like a pussy
-the more you take it, the better it gets. But I'll have to agree with you on one point-I don't think I like it stuck back there ... and all I had was the head in there. I guess I wouldn't be able to walk if he'd rammed it all the way in."
Patty was lulled into much-needed sleep as her roommates massaged more of the cream into the soft flesh surrounding her rectum. She awoke, two hours later, and found Lois and Cindy engaged in a wild double-suck on the next bed, heads buried between each other's legs and making slurping sounds. She walked into the bathroom. Instead of taking a shower, Patty drew a tub of hot water, mixed in bath salts and bubble soap, then slowly eased herself into the tepid water, luxuriating in the soothing effect of the soapy water on her tired body. She'd left the door unlocked so that the girls could shower in the stall next to the tub without disturbing her bath.
A short time later, both Lois and Cindy padded into the bathroom, smiling shyly, and showered together. Patty was reclining in the tub, the soapy water reaching up to her breasts which floated at the surface, their dark tips peeking up between caressing bubbles. She had her legs spread, letting the cleansing solution move in and out of her partially opened pussy. Her hands were folded over her belly dimple and her eyes were closed to tiny slits as she waited for the water's temperature to drop enough to force her out of the tub.
Early the next day, the three girls took a taxi to the address that Selma had provided and were immediately impressed by the exclusive appearance of the apartment building. The rent was high, but no problem to the three girls when they considered their combined assets. Patty paid the advance needed to secure the lease out of the money Trevor had given her. She'd only used a small portion of it since the allowance given by Trans Continental to the girls while attending school had been more than adequate.
Two months passed. Patty divided her time be: tween the girls in New York and Captain John in Los Angeles. John didn't repeat his toilet performance on board the aircraft; he thought it better to confine their activities to the lay-over periods. He never failed to satisfy Patty's lusty cravings, but he never failed to take her from behind, either. She was yet to have the privilege of kissing John while he was filling her belly with his cum.
Patty didn't believe that there were so many ways to be fucked from behind, but John's methods were endless. And at least once each trip he'd assfucked her-each time a little deeper. On their last flight, John had been able to push the full length of his cock up her ass. Patty found herself looking forward to it, finding a weird sort of. enjoyment when he would break her open like a shotgun and punch his hard prick into her ass. He'd taken to milking her breasts while humping her asshole and her nipples responded accordingly, turning much darker and growing longer and fuller. With John, Lois, and Cindy constantly pulling, biting, and sucking on them, her nipples were becoming super-sensitive.
Patty had just returned from another coast-to-coast flight when she fainted in the elevator. Reviving a minute or two later, she really became concerned when she entered the apartment and felt nauseous. All through the night, she didn't seem to be able to shake the sick feeling and when she got out of bed the next morning, she was sick to her stomach and fainted again. Not knowing what was wrong, Patty called the head stewardess at the airport and was given the name and address of one of the company's doctors. She dressed hastily and took a taxi to the doctor's office, gagging repeatedly on the way.
"Young lady, there's nothing seriously wrong with you ... you have the oldest sickness in the world, actually. The cure for it is positive and all you require is time to fully recover," the doctor smiled, returning from his laboratory with her chart.
"Doctor, I'm so scared. I never felt so bad before in my life. What's wrong with me?" Patty asked, an uncertain smile flitting across her face.
"You're pregnant ... positively as pregnant as you can be for two months."
"Oh no-no, I can't be-not pregnant!"
"Look here, Miss Burke ... I've been a doctor for thirty-five years and when I say you're pregnant, you better by God believe that there's a baby forming in your womb."
"But how? Why? Oh God, I-."
"I've examined you and know that I don't have to tell you how or why. You've obviously had sexual relations with a man ... repeatedly. I might add from the condition of your vagina. It doesn't take but one tiny sperm to plant a baby and that's exactly what's happened to you."
Patty slumped down in her chair and wept softly, her shoulders shaking with her sobs. The doctor came from behind his desk and consoled her in a fatherly manner.
"Here now, young lady. It's not the end of the world. Women have been having babies since the beginning of time; it happens every day."
"But you know I'm not married," Patty sobbed.
"Well, just get the young man to marry you and your problem is solved."
"I wish it was that easy ... I wish it was that simple."
Patty told John about her condition during their next interlude at his apartment in Los Angeles. He'd just pumped her ass full of his cum and was pulling out his softening cock.
"What's wrong with you, Patty? You didn't seem to be enjoying yourself. Is something the matter?" he questioned, reaching between her kneeling thighs and molding a handful of cunt.
"Johnnie, I'm in trouble," she replied, feeling his weight leaning on her buttocks as he reached around her armpit and closed his free hand over a turgid nipple.
"Tell me what the problem is, my sweet. Maybe I can help you," John said softly, working on two distended points of sensation, a nipple and her clit.
Patty let him masturbate her to completion before she replied, grunting and moaning as John manipulated her clit with skill. Although her body was temporarily appeased, she hadn't been able to concentrate on the skillful working in her crotch and at her breast. She couldn't take her mind off the problem slowly developing in her belly. She rolled over onto her back when John released her, not bothering to stem the trickle of cum leaking out of her asshole. "John ... I'm pregnant."
"Wha-at?"
"I said, I'm going to have a baby-your baby."
"You mean you haven't been on the pill?"
"What pill, John? I don't know anything about pills."
"Oh, you silly child ... you stupid child. I'm talking about birth control pills. Any girl knows enough not to ball without being on the pill."
"But I never thought about that."
"Well, you'll have to think about it now. There's nothing I can do if you want to have the baby ... you know I'm a happily married man with a family. But I can certainly square you away otherwise."
Patty didn't want the baby; she didn't even want marriage at the moment, being deeply satisfied with her life as a single girl and a stewardess. John's last remark was what she was really looking for, a way out of the terrible situation.
"I don't want the baby, John. I just want help."
"No problem then. The company is set up to take care of its own. I'll get you a two-week leave of absence and send you to one of our private rest homes in the mountains. You'll be given an abortion and lots of rest and sunshine. They'll have you back on the job in two weeks, looking as good as ever."
"Gosh, I bet it'll cost me a fortune."
"Not at all. The cost to you is nothing. All flying personnel, men that is, have agreed to support the operation by an annual donation."
"When can I go? It's already two months."
"As soon as we get back to New York ... the day after tomorrow."
"Oh, thank you, John. You've taken a big load off my mind."
"It's nothing, my sweet, nothing. Anything else I can do for you?"
"Yes, there is."
"What is it, sweet one?"
"Fuck me!"
When Patty returned to New York after her abortion, Lois and Cindy helped her unpack and filled her in on the latest gossip from the flight crews. There was a rumor that Captain Summers was working on the seduction of Patty's temporary replacement and one other girl who had taken Selma's slot when she was transferred to international flights. Patty scoffed at the rumors because she knew John was hooked on her.
Reporting for work the next day, Patty was worried about the pilot's coolness toward her. For some reason, she couldn't get him to talk to her or even smile in her direction. She wasn't called into the cockpit once during the first thousand miles across the country. She noticed that the new girl was called in, but didn't think much of it until she noticed the sheen of sweat formed on the girl's brow the last time she came out of the forward compartment. She figured that John was probing inside the girl's panties, using his old routine. Patty started to get mad about it, but then her name was called over the intercom to come to the cockpit. She smiled, reassured now, and strode down the dimly lit aisle past the sleeping passengers, knowing that John wanted to play around with her in preparation for a wild layover in Los Angeles.
When she entered the red-lit cabin, John's voice softly commanded her to lock the door. She did, then stepped to the side of the seated pilot and smiled pleasantly at John's rugged features as he grimly concentrated on the multitude of controls. The red light illumination used during night flying flooded the cabin, casting an eerie glow over everything. Patty stood close to him, quivers of expectancy racing up her spine. Setting the automatic pilot, John turned to her, but spoke to his copilot, Alex Manning.
"Alex, what do you think of our Miss Burke here?" he queried softly, raising the hem of her short uniform skirt and tucking it under her waistband.
"Patty? In what way, John?" Alex replied, settling back in his large, leather seat and smiling. The captain had gone through this routine before and Alex knew what to expect next.
"I mean ... have you ever given any thought to Patty as anything other than just a member of our crew?" John said, gliding his fingertips over the nylon covering her slightly rounded belly and feeling her belly muscles jerk tight in response.
"Well, John, I've had my eye on her ever since she first arrived. She's an attractive woman and would turn on any man," Alex retorted, watching the girl's buttocks tighten.
Alex had seen the perceptible rise of the skirt's hem in back and from the wrinkled pattern, he knew that John had uncovered Patty's panties in front. His mind raced with the imagined vision of Patty's pussy and he responded to his imagination with a growing swell in his lap.
"You wouldn't believe how good the young woman is, Alex," John grunted, his fingers creeping under a legband and crawling over her pubic tuft.
Patty gasped as John's thick, hairy fingers spread her labia open. She darted one of her hands under the panty waistband and gripped John's wrist, pushing a finger into her cunt. Jerking his wrist, she warmed to the friction and moved her pelvis slightly to counteract the finger thrusts in her snatch.
Alex watched her gyrating skirt and know that-John was plugging her pussy with a finger. He edged to the aisle side of his seat in preparation for what he knew was coming next.
"Lift up her skirt back there, Alex. Look at those beautiful cheeks ... this young lady has a magnificant rear end ... and so soft. Go ahead, find out for yourself, Alex," he hissed.
Feeling the rear hem of her skirt being rucked up and rough hands touching the panty-sheathed cheeks of her buttocks, Patty was mortified. John wouldn't let her move away from Alex's eager explorations. He kept his finger hooked in her cunt, his thumb pushed into the top of her mound, his fingers clutching the sensitive span of flesh between her pussy and ass.
"Alex, would you like to get a shot at this?" John asked, brutalizing Patty's clit to keep her from protesting.
"Captain, nothing would suit me better, but I thought she was some of your private stock."
"I can't handle it, Alex. I've got my hands full with that new stew, as you probably know. You'd be doing me a personal favor if you'd service Miss Burke here during the lay-over. How about it, Alex?"
"Well, John, I know she's a looker and has a fabulous body, but how do I know she's worth a shit in bed? I wouldn't want to commit myself for two days and nights without knowing her capabilities."
Shocked speechless by their conversation, Patty sobbed, realizing that John didn't want her any longer, that he was palming her off onto the copilot in order to devote full attention to the new girl in the crew. She wanted to slash her hand across John's face and storm out of the cockpit, but she didn't dare, knowing John's particularly important position in the company. She didn't want to lose her job and was aware of the fact that she had to endure his rotten treatment in order to keep receiving satisfactory performance ratings. Resigning herself to her fate, Patty quieted her sobs and decided to try to get a little enjoyment out of the whole affair.
"All right, John," she murmured, "what do I have to do? Take Alex into the toilet and give him what you got there?"
"No, my love. I don't imagine that'll be necessary. Why don't you just give him some right here in the cockpit?"
"Here! In front of you! John, how could you suggest ... I'd die of shame!"
"Don't be silly, young lady. I won't see you do anything you haven't done with me. Be a nice, cooperative girl and let us pull your panties off. We'll give Alex a chance to find out just how good that hot little cunt of yours is. He can learn the delights of the rest of your charms on his own time ... Alex, you pull 'em down in back and I'll get 'em in front. Ready?"
"Waiting on you, John."
Unplugging her pussy and extracting his hand from within the confines of her cute little panties John gave the word and he and Alex worked the flimsy material down over her hips. Patty stepped out of the puddle of nylon, her skirt still rucked up in front and back. John patted the coppery triangle at her cunt and drew a finger along her pussy slit, feeling the swelling labia open in response.
"Turn around, my dear. Let Alex see your pretty pussy. That's it ... what do you think, buddy Have you ever seen a prettier box than that?"
As Patty turned to face him slowly, Alex licked his lips and stared. He hadn't seen too many red-haired pussies in his time and the red light in the cabin gave Patty's hair the appearance of being flaming red. Alex timidly poked a finger between the swollen cunt lips and found Patty's pussy wet with juice. He gasped when his thumb encountered her distended clitoris, realizing that it was abnormally large and swollen with lust.
Without saying a word, Alex opened his trousers and released his straining cock. It stood straight up from his reclining body. Patty noted that Alex had an average-sized penis. She could see the mat of dark pubic hair peeking out of his opened pants around the base of the vein-bulging shaft. A bead of pre-cum formed at the hole in the tip of the round head.
Following his grunted directions, Patty straddled Alex's outstretched legs, facing him; then she placed a nylon-encased knee on the seat cushion on either side of his legs. Leaning forward and holding his neck, Patty let Alex place the anxious cockhead at the mouth of her itching, shaft-inviting cunt. When he grunted that he was ready, she straightened up slightly and felt the shaft seat itself partially inside her inner labia. Then she bore down and took his length.
"Mmnn, that feels good going in me," she moaned. "You can't imagine how much I love having a cock stuck in there."
Patty laid her head on his shoulder and pressed her lips against his neck as she worked the muscles of her cunt against the unmoving cock. Alex had his arms wrapped around her hips and his hands were grasping the rear fasteners of her garter belt, guiding the up-and-down motions of her grinding body. Neither party heard the pilot's lewd chuckle as he stoked his pipe and settled back in his chair to watch them.
Pressing down to take as much cock in as she could, Patty was enjoying herself in a weird sort of way. It gave her a thrill to be controlling the action. Alex had to accept whatever rhythm and speed she decided on; knowing this gave her a strange satisfaction, negating the earlier embarrassment of having John observe her. Engrossed with her strange feelings, Patty felt Alex go bow-string tight and jerk on her garter belt roughly. Her garter belt fasteners tore loose, just as she realized that he was shooting his load into her.
"Oh, no! You dirty son of a bitch! No! I'm not ready yet. You can't do this to me!" she shouted while Alex lurched and emptied his balls into her unprepared pussy.
"Ugghh-uh-uh-uh-ughh," he grunted. "Sorry about ... uh ... that, bitch. Maybe ... you'll get yours next time," he hissed and groaned, his expended cock sliding out of her.
Patty was left high and dry, ready to cum with no cock to trigger the explosion.
"Oh, you dirty bastard! How could you ... leave me like ... this!"
"It's easy, bitch. Next time, make sure you get yours before I'm ready. Don't wait for me because when I cream, baby, I cream fast."
Alex forced Patty off of him, then took his handkerchief, cleaned the stickness from his satisfied cock, and shut it up in his pants. As Patty stood up, her nylons slid down to her knees, the ruined garter belt not able to provide any support. Patty squatted down to the floor and quickly interrupted the flow of cum as it trickled out of her cunt, catching it with her panties. After stemming the flow, she softly cried and dug into her pussy. Finding the sensation-filled clitoris, she began to massage it fiercely, quickly reaching her peak. Still squatting between the pilot's seats and crying in shame and frustration, she rubbed herself to a second unsatisfactory completion while John and Alex leered at her in the reddish gloom.
"Well, Alex. Was it or wasn't it a worthwhile piece of ass?" John giggled while Patty tried to regain her composure.
"Yes, she definitely has great potential between her legs. I believe I'll take you up on your offer during the lay-over." he replied, watching Patty jerk on her panties.
"Fine, Alex. And take my advice ... try a little Greek on her. That asshole is almost as good as her pussy," John snorted as Patty smoothed down her skirt and stood up.
"You're both a couple of rotten bastards!" she grated, hoping she didn't look as bad as she felt.
"You're right, Patty. We are," John laughed. "But you'll go with Alex, won't you?"
"Yes, I don't have much choice," Patty sobbed, still craving sex and an easing of the horrible, devouring itch in her cunt.
On the return flight to New York, Patty was sullen and quiet. She'd been fucked every way imaginable-vaginally, anally, and orally during the layover. There didn't seem to be an end to Alex's ability to raise a hardon and deliver the cum. But he never bothered to worry about whether or not Patty received any enjoyment. She had been fortunate to have climaxed a couple of times, but mostly, Alex would leave her writhing in frustration, taking her again whenever he felt like it. When they'd reported back to the aircraft, Patty was thoroughly disgusted and had promised herself revenge on as many men as she could to pay for the humiliation she'd suffered.
Oh, she would smile and pamper the male passengers and those of the crew that were in a position to affect her job performance ratings. But God help the men that weren't protected in that manner. By the time she arrived back at the apartment in New York, Patty had completed a long, mental list of the methods she'd use in seeking her revenge.
CHAPTER FIVE
Patty's arrangement with Alex continued for the next two flights. When he finally tired of her and focused his attention on another girl in the crew, Patty was relieved. She was disgusted with the selfish attitude Alex had toward sex, climaxing without regard to whether or not she enjoyed anything. She'd only stayed involved because of her performance rating and the fact that she craved solace for the almost constant itching in her pussy.
Free at last from the demands of the lecherous pilot and copilot, Patty took to prowling around Los Angeles during the layovers, picking up available men. Her program of revenge had started. She would tell her victim immediately that he was welcome to sex, but only on her terms. She played and soon learned to enjoy the dominant role. This attitude even carried over to her relationship with Lois and Cindy. Eventually, Patty found herself incapable of an orgasm unless she was in the dominant role. Her personal dislike for men was aided by a few situations forced upon her during flights. She attracted the male passengers and they seemed to think that they could get away with anything with the lovely, alluring stewardess. Her soft body suffered the indignities of being touched, stroked, pinched, and rubbed while she tended to the passengers. Patty accepted these licentious actions with a smile. She hid her dislike for these men to insure good ratings and to maintain passenger relations.
She was serving coffee to a first-class passenger late one night. The greying, middle-aged man had been introduced to her as the Western district Vice President of Trans Continental and Patty was spending extra time looking after the VIP's comfort, always with an eye toward her rating. She'd bent over and was placing the coffee cup on the fold-out tray, when she felt a hand slide up the back of her nylon-sheathed leg from her calf to the thigh top. As the hand cupped her plump buttock cheek and caressingly flexed against the tautly stretched panties, Patty heard the executive whisper a lecherous compliment about the shape and warmth of her body.
"You're so soft ... so beautiful ... so tempting, my dear," the man whispered. "If I were a few years younger ... if I were only a few years younger."
Patty kept the pleasant smile on her face, although she was cringing inside at the man's intimate touch. Wanting to keep him in high spirits to avoid trouble, she touched his cheek in a friendly manner and whispered lightly in reply.
"Thank you, sir. I'm glad you find me attractive."
She held her pose, even when the man's hand traced her elastic legband around her thigh top and scratched at the nylon-pouched cunt lips in front.
"Stand still, my dear," he cajoled, slipping his fingers under the double-thick crotch material and inching through her pubic curls.
"Please don't embarrass me, sir," Patty said, feeling a stubby finger probe, then slide into her cunt.
"I can't help myself," he murmured pleadingly. "Forgive my indulgence," he begged, moving his finger rapidly inside her and rubbing her awakened clitoris.
Before long, the man's eyes bulged with excitement. He was fingerfucking Patty with the zeal of a prepubescent lad digging into his first pussy. The sensations of that stubby finger had Patty turned on. Against her conscious will, she opened her thighs a bit to allow him better access, feeling like a hypocrite.
"Go ahead. I'll keep it up until you cum. Go ahead and climax," he hissed, working his finger feverishly in her quivering pussy.
With his hairy knuckle rolling her inner pussy lips in and out, Patty gave in to his insistent pronging. Bending over further, she pressed her lips against his. She kissed him tenderly as she climaxed, her pussy grasping at the agitating finger. The old man rubbed her to a second peak, then withdrew his finger from under her uniform.
"Thank you, my dear. You're very kind," he whispered, then stuck his juice-coated finger in his mouth and sucked on it.
"My pleasure, sir," Patty said, standing up and smoothing down her skirt.
"Then you did enjoy our brief association, my dear?" he asked. "I must say that you have a sweet, delicious-tasting honey-hole, young lady."
"Thank you again, sir ... can I get you anything else? we'll be landing in about an hour."
"No, everything is fine-now. Thank you for everything, Miss Burke."
Although she smiled graciously at him when he departed at the airport, Patty had felt no compassion for the VD?.
"Too old to do anything but finger a girl," she muttered to herself. "The dirty old man ... I hope he sticks his finger in a case of syphilis some day. It'd serve the old bastard right."
When she received an envelope in the mail at the apartment two days later and opened it to find a crispy one hundred dollar bill, Patty was shocked, then realized it had to be from the VD?. She related the entire episode to her roommates. Lois and Cindy agreed that getting poked by a finger was one hell of an easy way to make some fast money.
A month or so later, Patty found another aging executive in her first-class cabin. Remembering the envelope she'd received from the last VD?, Patty took extra care of him and used every opportunity to display her body to him. She knew he was interested when she caught him staring at her overfilled bra cups and made it a point to bend over in front of him to emphasize her eye-catching cleavage.
When the cabin lights were dimmed to allow the passengers to sleep, Patty's call light lit; she was being paged by the executive and had a feeling that her enticing actions were about to pay off. As she approached the semi-private seat, she wondered just what she'd have to do to please him. One thing was sure-he couldn't go as far as wanting to fuck her right there on the plane. But there were countless other possibilities and they were flitting through Patty's mind as she leaned over to ask him what he wanted. Knowing that he was a Trans Continental executive, she was prepared to do just about anything.
"Ah, Miss Burke. There you are."
"Yes, sir. How can I be of service to you?"
"Well, young lady, I have a rather unique problem here. I was hoping that you might help me solve it."
"Anything at all, sir. After all, you are one of my bosses."
"Fine. First of all, would you get me a blanket, dear?"
"Certainly," Patty smiled, then stepped on the edge of the empty seat next to him and stood on it, stretching up to take a blanket from the overhead rack.
Stretching more than was really necessary, Patty knew that he had a clear view of her legs, all the way to her crotch. She moved one leg slightly, emphasizing the bulge of her cunt and held her pose for a few seconds to let him drink in the intimate view. The man took full advantage of her offering, letting his eyes travel up her legs, over the darker stocking tops and the exposed upper thigh flesh. He thrilled to the cute bulge at the apex of her thighs, framed by the rear shadow panel of her slip.
As Patty stepped back down to the carpeted floor, she noticed an appreciable bulge in the executive's lap.
"Anything else, sir?"
"Yes, dear. Sit down next to me and spread the blanket over both of us ... that's it. Let me turn off this reading light. Now, give me your hand."
Patty did as he asked and wasn't surprised when her hand was placed directly over the prominent bulge in his lap.
"You see how you've affected me, my love."
"My goodness, you certainly are big, sir!" Patty whispered coyly, knowing she had him really turned on.
"Open my trousers, and tend to it, please. I must have some relief."
"What do you want me to do?" Patty whispered, her hands dragging down his zipper under the blanket and fishing out his hardon.
"Oh Lord, your hands feel so soft and cool on it ... stroke me, Miss Burke."
Relieved that he wasn't going to ask for some head, Patty squeezed the skin-covered knob gently, then slid her hand down his shaft, pulling the foreskin back behind the knob rim. She recovered the bulging head with its skin, then uncovered it again, hearing his breath quickening with the movements of her hand. She tightened her grip on his straining cock, then with a slowly increasing speed, began the task of jerking him off.
"I'll cover your actions by bending over you when you feel like you're cuming, sir," she whispered huskily. "Just flip back the blanket and catch your cum in your handkerchief."
"Al-riiighttt," he gasped, feeling his juices boiling in his balls as Patty stroked him expertly, her grip tightening each time her hand crossed his knob rim.
Patty sensed his stiff cock swelling more in preparation for ejaculation. She increased the speed of her strokes, thrilling a bit to his laborious breathing. Assured that he would follow her instructions, she bent over his lap when he flipped back the blanket and jerked his handkerchief out of his jacket pocket. But he was too slow.
As her hand skinned him back, he grunted and shot his load, his cum jetting up toward her. Patty tried to jerk away, but felt the sickening splash of his seed against the bodice of her blouse. A secondary spurt arced out and landed wetly in her lap.
"Oh, sir! You've shot all over me! Look at this mess! My uniform is ruined!" Patty hissed, the remainder of his cum gushing over her hand, which was still wrapped around his throbbing flesh.
"I ... couldn't help ... it. I ... didn't ... ugh ... realize it would be ... so ... fast," he gasped, shooting one last spurt against the sleeve of her blouse as she withdrew her sticky, cum-splotched hand.
He handed Patty his handkerchief and she wiped the goo from her hand and his softening cock. Then Patty tried to wipe away the cream from her blouse and skirt, but it was no use. The cum had saturated her bodice and seeped through the nylon to wet her bra-slip beneath. Her pink uniform skirt was also soiled and no amount of scrubbing could erase the tell-tale signs of his ejactulation.
Filled with disgust, but managing to keep a smile on her face, Patty stood up and covered the executive with the blanket. She didn't want him to know just how much she despised him. She wanted to jam his cum-soaked handerchief down his throat, but simply suggested that she would dispose of the soiled cloth for him. He smiled back at her with satiated, glazed eyes and thanked her for the trouble she'd gone through on his account.
Patty slipped down the aisle and just as she was about to enter one of the lavatories, she bumped into Myron Olson, the steward of the crew, himself coming out of a John. Myron excused himself and was about to pass by her, when he noticed the condition of her uniform.
"What's this, Patty? What's this all over your uniform?" he questioned, then touched his finger to the stain on her blouse. He held his finger up to his nose and sniffed.
"Ah ha! So ... you're playing games with the passengers, hey!"
"No! It's nothing like that!"
"Don't try to bullshit me, Patty. It's one thing to put out for the captain and his buddy up there ... but screwing around with the passengers is specifically prohibited in the company regulations. Now, this shit all over your uniform is cum, baby. You can't fool me about that."
"What if it is? What're you going to do about it?" Patty retorted, fed up with being pushed around by the men on the plane.
"Well, I have no recourse but to report it."
"Oh no, not that. Please, Myron. I love my job and you know I'd be suspended, maybe even fired, if you put in a report like that on me. Isn't there any way I can convince you not to report this? I'll do anything to keep my job!
"Well now, maybe we can come to some sort of arrangement. Step into my office and let's discuss this problem," he chuckled, opening the door to a John and following Patty into the small enclosure.
Patty turned slowly and faced the leering young man.
"Okay, Myron. No doubt you want a bit of sex for your silence. What'll it be? A piece of ass? Handjob? Head? Or maybe you share the captain's taste for brown-eye?" she said tightly, resigning herself to an... other inevitable interlude of degradation.
"Well, baby, everything you mentioned sounds delightful, but I believe getting some head suits my mood at the moment."
"Whatever you say. Take it out and let's get it over with."
"No sweat, baby. But first, have a little patience with me. I've been watching your body for six months. You can't imagine how I've hungered for an opportunity like this. How about slipping out of that uniform and letting me see just what it is you've got that keeps me turned on."
"What the hell-why not?" Patty mumbled, then slowly unbuttoned her white silk blouse and unfastened her skirt.
Placing that much of her clothing on the sink, she let Myron stare at her, lust glazing his eyes. Then he insisted that she remove her bra-slip. When she stood before him in only panties, garter belt, and nylons, her breasts jutting at him, he boldly tweaked her sensitive nipples and squeezed the large, soft tits, pushing them together and admiring their pronounced bulk.
"Come on, Myron. Let's get with it. There's no time for fooling around. Am I supposed to take my panties off, too? I don't know why you'd want to see my pussy when all you want is for me to give you head."
"You're right, Patty," he sighed. "I'm really wasting valuable time. But wait just a minute," he said, then pulled the waistband of her panties away from her belly and stared down at her pussy. "I've never seen a real red-haired cunt before and couldn't resist the temptation."
"What next?" she queried in exasperation, wincing as Myron let the elastic snap back against her belly, the panties closing over her cunt.
"That's the cutest pussy I've ever seen ... but let's get down to business. Sit down on the toilet and do your thing, baby," her leered, pushing down on her shoulders and standing between her legs.
"Are you going to take your meat out, or do I have to do that, too?" she asked, looking up at his lust-filled face and silently hating him.
"I'll do it, Patty. You just get that beautiful mouth ready to go to work," he giggled, releasing his erect prick from his trousers and waving it in her face.
His bulging, vein-lined cock was almost as big as John's; there was no doubt that he was ready. Patty wrapped one hand around the shaft and uncovered the head, then leaned forward slightly and closed her lips over the deep-red flesh. She tongued the hole, feeling Myron quiver from the unexpected sensation; then she sucked on his knob, making exciting, slurping sounds as she devoted full attention to bringing this lewd opportunist to a quick finish.
Myron watched her cheeks hollow as her lips locked over his cock rim. He could feel her flattened tongue pressed against the underside of his cockhead. She started caressing his balls, rolling them around and against each other lightly. With her wet, sucking noises ringing in his ears and the exquisite agony of her hand on his balls, Myron stroked her shoulders and back, then cupped his hands behind her head as his body tensed tighter and tighter.
Patty continued her concentrated campaign to bring Myron to a fast finish. She bobbed her head on his shaft, ovaling her lips and scraping her teeth on the super-sensitive rim of the bulging head. She heard a little animal cry from his slobbering lips, then she shuddered in revulsion as he spurted in her mouth. Myron gripped her head to him, not letting her pull away from his erupting cock. He shot jet after jet into her pursed lips, gloating at the fullness of her cheeks as he pumped into her head.
Planning to spit his cum into the toilet whenever he released her, Patty took his full load and held it in her mouth. Just knowing that the huge glob of hot, sticky cum was in her mouth made Patty a bit nauseous, but she waited. Her plan to discard his cum was thwarted when Myron suddenly pinched her nostrils shut, forcing Patty to breath through her mouth. She gasped and choked, then gagged as the sticky cream slipped down her throat, forcing her to swallow.
"Now suck it dry, bitch!" he rasped. "Suck it until I'm drained."
She sucked his prick into her mouth again and shut down on his balls, mashing them together. With a muffled moan, Myron came again. While Patty swallowed the additional cum, he frantically grabbed at her nipples and squeezed them violently. Patty fell back on the seat, her fingers fluttering like butterflies over her hurt nipples.
While she was easing her pain, Myron nonchalantly picked up her dainty bra-slip and cleaned his cock with it. Satisfied that he'd removed all the stickiness from his depleted cock, he tossed the spotted garment at her.
"I'm finished with you, cunt. Put your uniform back on and get out and do your job. Haven't you got anything more to do than fuck around on the job?"
"Go straight to hell, Myron Olson," she whimpered, wiping the specks of cum off her lips.
"I probably will ... but I'll go knowing I've had some damn good head. Hope that jism doesn't give you indigestion, hot lips."
"Fuck you-fuck you and all your kind. I hope your prick falls off so you can fuck yourself," Patty hissed, her hatred of Myron flashing in her tear-filled eyes.
Myron laughed lightly, then slipped out of the compartment. Patty dressed and surveyed the damaged to her uniform. The stains were starkly apparent on both the bodice of her blouse and the front of her skirt. Checking her watch, Patty knew she still had almost three hours before reaching New York. The passengers were bound to notice the ugly blotches on her clothes. With a disheartened sigh, Patty dressed and walked out of the lavatory, slipping into the kitchen area. She tied an apron on and made sure the stains were covered, knowing she'd have to wear it until the passengers disembarked.
Patty's plane was grounded for two weeks due to periodic maintenance. Not wanting to remain idle, Patty volunteered for and was placed on a Dallas flight temporarily, until her own ship was back in service. The change of scene and the new crew helped to built up Patty's sagging morale. Even though she still despised men and sought every opportunity to dominate them, she felt much better. Not having to debase herself with the pilots or the steward was a pleasant change from the hectic scene on her own flight. Patty found that she could be genuinely nice to the men. She had a couple of brief, but satisfying affairs during the lay-overs in Dallas, exercising her domineering nature, yet giving as much as she took.
When she returned to her own flight, Patty was astonished to find several changes in the crew lineup. Captain Summers was still the pilot, but Alex and Myron had been transferred. Patty received notice that she was to be re-assigned to the New York to London flight in four weeks. She was excited about the overseas assignment and hoped that the month would pass by quickly.
Patty spent the next lay-over in Los Angeles alone. For once, she didn't hunt for a man to dominate, nor did she have one of the crew forcing his attentions on her. She was in unusually high spirits on the return flight and the passengers seemed to sense her good mood, responding to her flashing smile and gay banter in a similar manner.
Patty was bending over and adjusting the pillow of a smiling passenger, when all of a sudden her pussy started itching. Normally, this only happened when she was involved in a sexual confrontation. She couldn't understand it as she didn't have anything concerning sex on her mind at the moment, and hadn't thought about sex since she'd left Los Angeles. Looking back over her shoulder, she found a young male passenger staring at the rucked-up hem of her skirt; his eyes glued to the tops of her exposed legs. Becoming aware of the erotic sight she must be presenting, Patty was glad that she'd violated the captain's rule and had worn panty-hose on this trip. At least she wasn't displaying any naked flesh for the lecherous pleasure of the young man. Patty turned to the young passenger.
"May I get you a pillow, sir?" she asked, smiling and bending slightly to hear his answer.
"Yes, if you would, please," the dark-haired young man replied, focusing his eyes on the twin mounds of flesh in her satin blouse.
"Okay," Patty answered, then moved in close to his seat and stretched up to get a pillow from overhead.
She stretched more than was necessary, feeling the satin blouse pull free from her skirt's waistband and swing free of her waist. This gave the passenger a view up under her blouse. Patty drew in her breath deeply to exaggerate her normally well-filled bra cups. She hoped that he was getting his eyes full. When she placed the pillow behind his head, she glanced at his lap and noticed that he had a hardon. From the size of the bulge in his pants, Patty figured this handsome, heavily tanned young man was nicely hung. Her interest awakened; she wondered how she could arrange something with this man before they arrived in New York.
Completing her tasks, Patty chatted with another stew at the rear of the aircraft for a while, until it was time to have the passengers fasten their seat belts in preparation for landing. Returning up the aisle and retrieving pillows, Patty hesitated for a second when the young passenger asked for a date when they landed. She smiled sexily at his surprise when she agreed.
CHAPTER SIX
Changing in the lounge, Patty walked into the terminal and approached the waiting young man. Apparently, he didn't recognize her right away because she'd changed clothes, no longer wearing her uniform. She stepped in front of him and laughed lightly.
"Changed your mind about dating me?" she said, handing him her suitcase when he recognized her and smiled sheepishly in return.
"Certainly not! How could I after seeing you in that outfit?" he said, slowly walking around her.
Realizing that he was appraising her figure, Patty struck a pose for him. He openly appreciated the curves of her body, highlighted by her pink miniskirt and tight-fitting white sweater. Patty laughed softly as he whistled his appreciation.
"By the way, my name's Matt-Matt Lemoreau," he said, offering her his arm.
"Well, I'm Patty-Patty Burke. Now, if you think you're up to the situation-let's take a cab over to my apartment and get better acquainted."
Patty relished the thought of reducing him to a sex slave, completely dominated and ready to do her bidding. Once again, she was setting the stage for her continuing revenge against all men, and this time she had the bonus of an extremely handsome young man to use as her target.
Patty figured that she'd take the initiative immediately, before Matt had a chance to set the pace of the action. As soon as they were seated in the taxi, Patty mashed her lips against his. Returning her kiss, Matt hunched in a spasm when she groped in his lap and confirmed the size of his hardon. Opening his trousers, she dug past his shorts to fondle his hard cock.
Patty wanted to pull his cock out and skin it back, but she didn't because the taxi had reached her apartment house. She slipped out of the cab and waited for Matt at the entrance, giggling over his embarrassment as he quickly paid off the leering driver and scurried to the door, holding a suitcase in front of him to camouflage his opened pants.
"Damn it, Patty! You want me to get arrested or something?" he whispered, perplexed by her brazen actions.
"If the pace is too fast, Matt, get out of the race," she said simply.
"Oh no-not on your life-not now!" he hissed, pulling up his zipper after they entered the vestibule.
"Okay," she smiled. "Let's get up to my pad. By the way, I've got a couple of roommates, but they won't be home until tomorrow. Hope that doesn't bother you."
"The more, the merrier," he grinned, realizing that she'd just let him know that they were going to ball for more than just one day.
"No danger there, Matt ... Lois and Cindy are lesbians ... no man gets in their pants," she laughed, pulling him toward the elevator.
Patty's apartment was on the seventh floor. She pushed the button and the car started rising, but between the third and fourth floors, she pressed the emergency stop switch; the elevator came to a halt. It was time to check out Matt's reaction to her domineering nature. Smiling coyly at him, Patty bent over and reached under her short pink skirt. She was tickled at the shock spreading over his face as she peeled her panties down and stepped out of them. She casually tucked them into his coat pocket and stepped back.
"What did you give them to me for?" he asked, glancing down at a bit of pale pink nylon hanging out of his pocket.
"Payment for services about to be rendered," she giggled, tucking the front hem of her skirt and slip into her waistband.
Staring at the copper-red bushy triangle between her legs, Matt didn't understand what she was doing, but obviously she wasn't the least bit concerned about his staring at her exposed pussy. "You've got to be putting me on, Patty!"
"No way, lover, I want you in me, now!"
"Okay ... but you'll get awful dirty on the floor of this elevator," he grated, realizing that she wanted to be fucked immediately.
Patty reached out, jerked his zipper down, and pulled out his cock.
"The floor doesn't bother me, lover," she mumbled, squeezing his big cockhead.
Patty guided his prick to the pouting lips of her cunt. Setting his cock in the right position, she hunched forward and delighted in the sensation of his cock sliding into her hot, wet cunt. She pushed Matt back against the elevator wall and began working her pussy back and forth, enjoying the relief of, her itch. She didn't give Matt a chance to pace the action. All he could do was grab her around the hips and hang on to the pumping cheeks of her ass.
Patty kept slamming her cunt into him, thrilling to the friction and the wet, slapping noises it made. She felt a quick climax approaching.
"Get ready to cum, lover, or else you'll lose out," she grunted, working her cunt faster on his thick shaft.
As she squeezed her cunt around his dick and her orgasm crashed through her, Patty felt Matt stiffen.
"Fill me, pump me full of cum!!" she screamed, sinking her teeth into the side of his neck.
"Uggg-in your belly, tramp!" Matt grunted, spurts of cum racing out of his prick and deep into her hole.
Patty twitched her vaginal muscles for a couple of moments to milk his shaft, then stepped back, letting his cock fall out wetly and droop down between his legs.
"Don't just stand there, lover ... here, let me clean you off," Patty whispered, dropping into a squat and grabbing his spent cock.
Knowing that she had to keep him turned on, Patty licked his prick, then wiped it clean with her panties. Finished, she tucked him back into his pants, noticing that her oral laving had started another hardon. She knew that she had him at her mercy now. He'd do whatever he had to for another shot at her cunt.
After freshening up and having dinner, Patty and Matt were sitting on the couch in the living room, sipping cognac and talking. Patty let him guide the conversation, skillfully sidetracking any subject with sexual connotations.
She'd slipped into a negligee earlier and was allowing Matt to take whatever liberties he wanted with her semi-covered body. She wore nothing beneath, which made it easier for Matt to caress her full breasts and their large nipples. Apparently, Matt was a tit man, for most of his attention was devoted to her nicely formed breasts.
"Get me another drink, Matt," she said, her breasts tingling from his twirling of her nipples between his fingers.
"Sure thing," he said, then got up and crossed the room to the portable bar and poured another glass of cognac.
"Matt, did you enjoy it?" she called out to his back.
"Enjoy what, love?" he asked, concentrating on the amber liquid spilling into the glass.
"My pussy-in the elevator," she spoke, moving her position and tugging on the negligee.
"Yes," he mumbled surprised at her direct question.
"Was it good, Matt?" she asked coyly. "You're damn right it was!" he sputtered while turning around, his eyes bulging when he spotted Patty's pose on the couch.
She'd moved the negligee up around her waist, exposing the lower half of her body. Leaning back against the cushions, she'd pulled her legs up and had placed her feet wide apart on the couch's side. Her hairy cunt was completely exposed.
"Well then, eat me, Matt," she ordered curtly.
He grinned, then walked to the couch and set the drink down.
She smiled, then shuddered when his lips touched her thighs. Patty pulled his face against her cunt.
Matt began by sucking on her trembling clitoris, which immediately sent her into an ecstatic climax.
"Ohhh ... suck ... eat me!!" Patty screamed as an orgasm hit her.
Satisfied for the moment, Patty released Matt's head and planted a dainty foot against his heaving chest. She pushed and Matt fell backward to the floor, gasping for much-needed air. Patty scrambled up off the couch and pulled his pants and shorts off.
Sitting astride his thighs, Patty fondled his cock and playfully tapped her fingers against his balls. She bent down and kissed his engorged cockhead, knowing he thought that she was about to return the favor. She sensed him relaxing to enjoy his anticipated blowjob as she moistened her way down the length of this thick shaft. But Patty didn't stop when her nose encountered his pubic hair, nor did she return up the shaft's length. With a hawk-like swoop, she widened her mouth and took his balls inside. She sucked and tongued them until be began to moan.
When Patty decided she'd teased him enough, she released the swollen balls and quickly placed her pussy over the head of his straining cock. Seating the big head in her slit, Patty let her full weight drop and took his entire length.
She rode him harshly, slamming her pelvis wantonly against his. About to cum, Patty fucked harder on his prick, her cunt muscles squeezing his cockhead, triggering Matt's ejaculation. His cum filled her pussy, running back down the length of his cock and soaking his balls. Patty kept working her cunt muscles against his cock until it lost its hardness.
After a moment's rest, Patty led him to the bed and let him doze off, wanting him to rest up before she introduced her next step.
Two hours later, Patty felt that the time was right to continue. Slipping off her negligee, she crawled up on Matt's sleeping body and sat on his belly, facing his toes. She'd placed a small tube on the night table before sitting on him. With child-like actions, she stroked the cock and balls nestled between Matt's thighs and was quickly rewarded with an erection. Sliding the foreskin up and down over the head, she had the aggressive cock pulsating and ready for action when she realized that Matt had awakened. He poked a finger into her asshole.
"What're you doing?" he asked, caressing the soft, plump cheeks of her buttocks.
"Squaring you away for the rest of the night. I don't plan on doing much sleeping when there's such a beautiful cock in the house," she giggled, tightening her grip as her hand peeled the foreskin back once more.
Leaving the foreskin caught behind the cock rim, Patty reached for the tube from the night table and opened it, squeezing a large glob of opaque, viscous salve onto her forefinger. Matt couldn't see what she was doing, but gasped as she rubbed the salve onto his cockhead.
"What the hell are you doing?" he asked, tremors electrifying his groin.
"Fixing you up," she retorted. "When this stuff takes effect, you'll be able to fuck me all night long. I don't know about you, but I'll have a ball."
Matt didn't understand, but at least he knew what the salve was doing. At first, he'd felt a pleasant sensation, a cool, delightful feeling on his cockhead. But then he started losing all feeling; in fact, within moments, he couldn't feel anything-it was as if he didn't have a penis at all. When Patty changed her position, rolling off and crawling up beside him, she again caressed his balls. Matt had a hardon and the desire to fuck, but he couldn't feel anything, even when Patty shut down on his bulging knob and scraped it with a fingernail.
Grabbing the discarded tube and reading the label, Matt understood what she'd done. The tube was pure tetracaine, a salve used to relieve serious sunburn. Acting as a local anesthetic, it numbed the flesh.
"God damn you, you bitch! Why did you do that?" he cried, feeling absolutely nothing in his prick.
"Listen, baby. I love cock, lots of cock. Now you can fuck me all night and I don't have to worry about you petering out on me-so get with it, baby. Let's fuck."
"But why do you treat me this way? I didn't do anything except ask for a date and a little fun," he groaned, feeling her clenching hand working his balls.
"All you men are alike. You want in a girl's pants, but only on your terms. Well, you'll have to do some real serious fucking to wear that ice off your dick. That'll give you something to think about besides shooting your cum into me and disregarding my pleasure."
"But, Patty, I wouldn't do that," he cajoled, helpless in the face of her angry words.
"You won't get the chance. We're in my pad ... and as long as we are, what I say goes. You wanted a piece of my ass and you got it. There's plenty more available-but on my terms. You can have some right now."
Patty was insatiable. She had Matt take her in every way imaginable, never failing to cum. Time and time again, Patty would rest between bouts, her pussy tingling from the recent friction. But even as the first light of dawn filtered through the window, Matt couldn't cum. He still couldn't feel anything to trigger his release. Patty dropped off into a sexually fulfilled sleep, leaving Matt wound up in his frustration.
Patty let Matt sleep through most of Saturday, waking him for a steak dinner that she'd prepared. Even though he was terribly hungry, the first thing Matt did was to grab his cock and squeeze the head. He grinned from ear to ear as he found that he could feel it; the anesthetic had worn off.
"Everything okay, lover?" Patty laughed impishly, watching him fooling with his cock.
"Sure is ... had me worried for a while, though."
"Come on ... let's eat. Cindy and Lois will be here shortly and I've got a treat in store for you when they get here."
"I'm not sure I can take any more of your treats."
"Oh, you'll like this one," she giggled, leading him to the kitchen.
They just cleaned up and were putting the dishes away when they heard the apartment door open and the chatter of the two girls. Patty held a finger to her lips, signaling Matt to be quiet.
"Have you ever seen two girls making it together?" she asked in a whisper.
When Matt replied that he hadn't, Patty took his hand and together they slipped up to one of the bedroom doors. Patty eased the door partly open and they could see two very pretty young women standing there, facing each other. Having just removed their silk uniform blouses, the girls were in skirts with the top half of their bra-slips exposed. Patty identified the blonde as Lois and the brunette as Cindy.
At the moment, Cindy was casually unfastening Lois' skirt, letting it drop to the floor. Lois copied the move with Cindy's skirt, then both girls stepped away from the puddle of clothing at their feet and closed into an embrace, kissing passionately. Matt gulped almost audibly as the girls' lace-embossed bra cups mashed together and feverish hands stroked the nylon hanging over pert buttocks. The hands knowingly pushed up the slip material and Matt sighed as dainty, manicured fingers gripped the cheeks of female buttocks through tautly stretched, pastel-colored panties.
When Cindy tugged down Lois' shoulder straps and released her breasts from their confining cups, Patty pulled Matt out of the doorway. He caught just a glimpse of Cindy nuzzling a nipple, opening her mouth and drawing it in. Patty pulled him into her own bedroom and ripped open the front of her negligee.
"Do me-do me like her-do it!" she demanded, cupping her breasts and offering them to him.
Matt swooped down and enveloped one of the offered nipples with his lips. Patty guided him to the bed after undoing his trousers and ripping off his shorts. She draped a leg over his thigh and guided his cock to her cunt. With a minimum of movement, Matt penetrated her pussy. Neither one playing the dominant role, they fucked slowly and casually-Matt entering her pussy all the way with long strokes, Patty working her cunt muscles and caressing his balls.
Still glued to her turgid nipple, Matt felt the long-denied signal of his approaching cum and, concentrating on her velvet clutching of his balls, humped into her, held against her, and released a monstrous stream of semen. As he grunted in completely, Patty milked his balls, causing more cum to spurt deep into her.
Drained, he let Patty pull away, his wet, sticky cock falling against his thigh. Patty hadn't cum. As they both flopped onto their backs, they noticed Cindy and Lois standing in the doorway, wearing only panties and applauding the performance they'd just witnessed. Patty smiled at her roommates, a trickle of cum leaking out of her gaping slit.
"Come here, you two. I need your help ... I want to cum ... hurry up!"
"What about him?" Cindy giggled, pointing to Matt.
"Don't mind him, he's all petered out. Get off the bed, lover. Watch if you like, but give the girls room to finish what you failed to do," Patty smirked, pleased at the incredulous look spreading over Matt's face.
Cindy and Lois got on the bed, their full breasts bobbing and jiggling. Scrambling up to Patty, Cindy swiped her hand into the cum at Patty's cunt. She pulled out her panty waistband and shoved her cum-dripping hand in against her own pussy.
Patty assumed the dominant role in the female triangle. She stretched a girl out on either side of her and was directing their ministrations on her body. Patty knew that Matt was caught up in watching the orgy, so she went to excess in her methods and actions. The girls brought Patty to climax and she reciprocated. This situation remained unchanged for the rest of Saturday and all day Sunday.
Patty used every opportunity to keep Matt turned on, but refused to let him participate. She knew that he would stay, if only in the hope of being invited to join in. As it was, he was forced to observe every possible manner in which a female could excite and bring another woman to completion. Matt had a perpetual erection and Patty noticed him jerking off on several occasions. Seeing him in the act of beating his meat in frustration excited Patty even more.
Early Monday morning, Patty padded out to the living room and found Matt asleep on the couch, muttering incoherently as he tossed and turned, his naked cock fully erect and a bead of pre-cum gleaming at its tip. Naked, Patty stepped to his sleeping form and grabbed his hardon roughly waking Matt almost immediately.
"Would you like another piece before you go, Matt? I know you have to leave soon," she whispered coyly, gripping his shaft.
"Oh God!" Matt cried, his belly tightening from the sensation. "You know I do," he said, all the anger and frustration from the past two days breaking loose as he jumped up and grabbed her hand.
Patty was taken by surprise when he pulled her head to his crotch and jammed his cock between her unsuspecting lips. Before she could react, she'd taken half his length into her moist, cool mouth and Matt was pushing hard as if to push it all the way down her throat. Flustered, Patty grabbed his balls and shut down on them viciously. Matt screamed in agony, jerking his cock out of her mouth and releasing her head.
"None of that, you son of a bitch! I didn't offer you any head, only a shot of cock. Now-if you want to fuck-fuck me now!" Patty grated, falling to the couch and pulling Matt on top of her.
She could tell from the viciousness of his assault, from the way he pounded his cock brutally in her up to the balls, that Matt was fucking and hating at the same time. She matched him blow for blow, slamming her pussy up to meet his downstroke, laughing in his ear and raking her fingernails across his back as he called her every filthy name he could think of.
They'd started on the couch, but soon had toppled to the floor. Patty ended up on the bottom, her legs doubled back and mashed into her chest as Matt locked her heels over his shoulders and behind his head. Patty realized her disadvantage when she found that she couldn't move except to gyrate her pelvis. Matt's weight kept her pinned, his bulging cock slamming into her like a sledge hammer.
He was ramming her with maximum penetration, but she took it all easily, egging him on. Although pinned to the floor, Patty still dominated the action. Against Matt's wishes, she came first, screaming in orgasm and working her cunt muscles against his thick shaft. Matt went up on his toes, then slammed in again and held, his cum racing through his cock and gushing into her.
"Fill me, you bastard-fill me, fill me, fill me!" Patty screamed, cuming again.
Blowing his nuts, Matt refused to unplug her cunt or release her from her double-back position.
"Let me up, Matt. Damn it. Let me up!"
"Fuck you, bitch."
"You dirty bastard!"
"Tough shit!"
"You get off me right now, damn it!"
"NO. Not only no, but hell no!"
When he finally fell off of her, Matt sauntered out of the room. Returning twenty minutes later, dressed and carrying his suitcase, he found Patty still on the floor, her legs spread open and a trickle of cum oozing out of her cunt. Patty looked at him noncommittally, her breasts rising and falling sensuously.
Without saying anything, he walked out of the apartment, slamming the door behind him.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Patty's head was reeling. Between the alcohol she'd put away and the grass she'd been smoking all evening, she could hardly focus her eyes or think straight. Looking around, she couldn't find Lois or Cindy anywhere, yet she knew that the three of them had started on this wild spree together. She couldn't imagine where she was, but from the appearance of the dimly lit, smoke-filled room, she definitely wasn't at Selma's apartment.
"I must be somewhere on the edge of Harlem," she mumbled, noticing the black faces of some of the dozen or so people scattered about the room. "How did I get here? Where are those two idiot roommates of mine?"
There was no one close by to answer her questions, so Patty drained the glass in front of her and shuddered as the alcohol burned its way down her throat. Finished with the drink, she set the glass down, then fumbled in her purse for something to smoke. Her head was swimming and she was getting exasperated at not finding any cigarettes when a hand passed in front of her face and stuck a lit cigarette between her lips. Patty mumbled her appreciation and drew in deeply, drawing the acrid fumes of marijuana into her lungs and holding it until the pleasant sensations swirled numbingly around in her head. With her eyes closed in slits and her head falling back, Patty didn't notice the same hand that had passed her the joint also placed a fresh drink in front of her.
Although everything happening around her was distorted from the alcohol and the grass, Patty could clearly remember how the evening had started and everything that'd taken place up to Selma's apartment. It had been Lois who had gotten the ball rolling by opening a bottle of champagne right after dinner. Giggling and carrying oh like school girls, the three roommates quickly emptied that bottle and two more.
Cindy turned up with a half-dozen joints that she'd picked up on one of her flights and the girls were soon blowing pot to add to the effects of the bubbly wine. Primed and high as a kite, Patty called Selma on the phone and confirmed that a party was in progress at her apartment. With no more grass and the champagne gone, it only took a second for the girls to decide to join Selma's party.
When they arrived at the party, the girls found Selma's apartment jammed full with people. Still high on pot, the girls recognized several other stews with a varied assortment of men. Everybody was holding a drink and most were smoking grass. Rock music was blaring out of four speakers hooked to Selma's stereo, and in the center of the room several couples were executing a lewd dance. Patty spotted Myron, the steward from her original crew. He recognized her at about the same moment and leered at her suggestively, but Patty ignored him, turning to a familiar face to talk as Myron whispered something to a young, well-built black man standing next to him.
Eventually, Patty was separated from Lois and Cindy, and began to mingle. Her glass never seemed to get empty and from somewhere she was constantly being supplied with a new joint. The last thing she could remember was chatting with some friendly, interested young man. She couldn't remember his name or what he looked like.
Drawing in another gulp of smoke, Patty couldn't recall anything more than that, no matter how she tried to straighten out the jumbled thoughts in her head. Her glass was full, so she sipped at it idly. She decided not to worry about how she got there, or with whom; it would all work itself out as far as she was concerned. The room filled with soul music and a pleasant voice close to her ear asked her to dance. Feeling that she needed to get up and move around or else she'd pass out, Patty stood up waveringly and let herself be led to the middle of the room.
Three or four other couples were moving together, grooving in an almost motionless dance. When a man's arm slipped around her waist, Patty looped her arm around his neck and rested her dizzy head against him, letting him guide her into a dance pattern similar to the others. The rhythm of the music fit perfectly with Patty's mood. As she slowly gyrated, she drifted further away from reality, not even protesting when one of the man's hands slipped down the small of her back and cupped her buttocks.
Let him play with my ass if he wants to, she thought. I don't care ... besides, it feels nice ... nice.
Not content with holding the soft flesh through the material of her dress, the man slowly inched the dress up until the hem was bunched up over her hips. He slid his hand inside the rear of her panties, letting the dress slide down in a bizarre drape over his arm. Once inside her panties, he caressed the warm skin of her buttocks, then let his fingers drift into the crack of her ass.
Her incessant itch intensifed as the invader used a finger to titillate the sensitive area around her asshole, letting his fingernail scrape ever so lightly against the puckered opening. Gasping, Patty moved closer to him, grinding her belly against his and feeling the bulge of a large hardon.
Without warning, the finger suddenly slipped inside her hole and wiggled around in her tight, contracted rectum.
"Oooohhhh, Jes-sus! Wha-at are you doing?" she gasped.
He didn't speak; he just forced another finger through the tight ring, wiggling it in harmony with the first finger.
"Ooohh! Damn, that hurts!" Patty cried out.
It was when he prodded the third finger in that Patty let out a little scream and jerked away from him, falling down on the floor as she stumbled and lost her balance. Before she could climb back to her feet, two hands reached down and slid under her knees and shoulders. With her head spinning and unable to focus her eyes, Patty was carried across the room and through a door, then dropped unceremoniously onto an old-fashioned iron-poster bed. Trying to shake the cobwebs out of her head, Patty screamed in shock and hurt surprise when a leather belt cracked down across her buttocks. She cried out again and again as the leather bit through her clothing.
After ten minutes or so, Patty meekly stumbled back into the larger room, letting the man pull her back to the center of the floor. They resumed dancing and when her skirt was again pulled up in back and the hand placed in her ass crack, Patty let the fingers stab back into her, gritting her teeth in silence as the third finger was joined by a fourth. Her acquiescence obviously spoiled the game for the man. Finding no resistance coming from Patty with four fingers stretching her asshole, he went back to cupping her cheeks inside her panties and only occasionally probing a finger inside her rectum.
After three dances in the same fashion, he led Patty back to where she was originally sitting and placed another joint between her lips. Patty quickly smoked it and asked for another, which she received without comment, along with a drink.
Closing her eyes to everything around her, Patty alternately sipped her drink and puffed the grass cigarette. Just as she was about to inhale, Patty felt the man's hand slide over the nylon of her stockings and rest between her thighs.
He seemed to be content just stroking her tender thigh flesh for a while, his hand and fingertips drawing little patterns. Then he began scratching and probing at the center of her body, pushing his fingertips against the panties that covered her cunt. These actions were much more pleasing to Patty than the earlier anal attack, so she slumped down in her chair and let her legs drift open in order to give him a larger area to play with. Her pussy itch was going wild; Patty squirmed sensuously in her chair as he titillated the bottom of her crotch and tickled her cunt hair through her wet panties.
Sipping and smoking, Patty moaned softly when he hooked a finger under the legband and pulled her panty crotch over to one side, exposing her cunt. It wasn't long before he probed into her snatch, with a thick finger. He worked the finger in her nonchalantly, until she was moist and open. He kept adding fingers, one at a time, until Patty had four of them crammed in her cunt, her juices making them slick and easier to accommodate.
Wiggling his captured fingers around in the wetness for a moment or two, he massaged her enlarged clitoris, bringing Patty to the brink of climax before stopping. He did this several times, until Patty was drunkenly whimpering in sexual exasperation, her body quivering and straining for the elusive orgasm. Dragging his fingers away from her pussy, he spoke for the first time as he held the moist fingers in front of her face.
"Taste yourself, girl. Lick it off my fingers," he growled, then pushed one of his fingers between her lips.
Patty cleaned the thick fingers, avidly sucking and licking. She found herself enjoying the depraved action and only wished that she could have more. While she was debasing herself by sucking his fingers, Patty unconsciously groped out until she found his crotch and its enclosed penis. She jerked down the zipper and fished inside, dragging his hardon out.
With a quick movement, Patty leaned over his lap and locked her lips over the fat head. He let her suck on his rigid cock, slipping his hands around her bobbing head and down into the front of her dress. With an expertise that showed much practice, his hands slipped inside her full bra cup.
A ripping sound came from her back as the bra catch couldn't stand up to the overload in its cups and tore loose. Neither Patty nor the man she was sucking off cared about the torn brassiere. He pinched her nipples and bucked in his chair as a wad of cum bolted through the length of his shaft and into Patty's eager, sucking mouth.
It was all she could to swallow his hot, sticky load before it ran out over her lips. He released her tits and stood up when she finished. Stepping close to her, he wiped his prick, using her dress for a towel, then took her hand and pulled her to her feet.
"Come on, girl. We're going to your place and do this right," he said, letting her go long enough to replace his cock into his pants.
Hearing a menacing note in his voice, Patty didn't dare put up any resistance. She could still feel the leather belt beating her and didn't want any more of that. But more immediate were the cravings of her body for sexual completion-a need heightened by the alcohol-marijuana combination that controlled and clouded her mind. With the taste of his cum still in her mouth, Patty let him lead her to the door, down a flight of stairs, and out onto the street. She mumbled her address as he pushed her into a taxi.
It seemed to take a long time to reach her apartment, but they didn't waste time idly. Patty was sucking the tongue that he'd stuck into her mouth while he resumed his manipulations in her hot, juicy cunt. Again, he wouldn't bring her to climax, stopping short of the final, needed friction. When they arrived at her address, Patty wanted to fuck in the elevator, but her escort would have none of it, slapping her down to the elevator car floor in a whimpering, crying heap when she tried to entice him.
Once they entered her apartment, the situation changed. As soon as Patty mumbled which of the bedrooms was hers, he pulled her into it and pushed her onto the bed. He wasted no time in stripping off his clothes and Patty soon felt his hands removing hers. Within seconds, she, too, was completely naked.
He played on the sensuous areas of her body expertly, his fingers titillating a million nerve-ends under her skin. With a velvety feather touch, he brought Patty's nipples to the peak of excitement, tormenting them until they were engorged with blood and quivering with sensation. Tracing patterns on the skin stretched tightly over her midsection, he caused Patty to quake with craving, her belly heaving from his touch. When he devoted his attentive manipulations to her lower belly and upper thighs, Patty felt like she was dissolving into a mass of trembling need. She had to have sexual contact, her body demanded some sort of release.
Deciding that he'd primed Patty enough, the young man pulled her close to the bed's edge and turned her over on her side, facing him. He stood by the bed and cocked her leg up, opening the glistening lips of her eager pussy and exposing the tiny rectal opening with its light-brown nether ring contracted in excitement.
"Open your mouth, girl," he murmured, peeling back his foreskin and pushing his bulging cockhead into her mouth.
Satisfied that his cock would be serviced appropriately as she locked her cool lips behind the knob-rim and began to fill and hollow her cheeks with a rhythmic sucking, he placed his hand over her crotch and cupped her hairy cunt. Without haste, he eased his thumb in as far as he could. Then his outstretched middle finger stole across the bridge of her crotch and dipped into her asshole.
Gripping Patty vaginally and anally, his hot palm pressed against her crotch, he slowly closed his two penetrating fingers until he was able to feel them touch on either side of the membrane wall inside Patty. Having achieved what he wanted, he moved the fingers in a circular motion and knew from the deep sucking on his prick that Patty was going wild.
Patty pulled harder on the cock crammed in her mouth, knowing that-at last-she would reach her craved-for climax.
Trembling on the brink of orgasm, Patty noted that the cockhead in her mouth was expanding, a sure sign that he was about to cum. Arching up against the hand pinioning her ass and cunt, she shuddered as she peaked. With another climax following immediately behind the first, Patty blindly groped between his legs and grasped his dangling balls. She milked them tenderly rolling them together with an erotic touch.
"Uuunngghh, uh-uh-uunnggghh!" he grunted, his jism racing into Patty's greedy, sucking mouth.
She milked, sucked, and swallowed until his cock began to soften. He pulled his fingers out of her and Patty had the impression that he was finished with her. But she was wrong.
Dropping heavily on the bed beside her with his head toward her feet, he rolled Patty on top of him, her face nestled on his lower belly, his head resting on the inside of her thighs.
"Make it get hard again, baby-make it hard and suck it off again," he demanded, spreading the plump cheeks of her ass and stabbing his finger into her hole.
Wincing at the lance of pain in her rear, Patty fell to her newly assigned task, placing the spent prick back into her mouth and sucking it. When his cock was returned to a partially erect state, she pulled it out of her mouth and crammed in half of his balls. She pushed against them with her tongue and his cock responded accordingly, leaping up to a full erection.
Patty sucked him until he came again. Then she slumped down, her head resting on his belly, and fell asleep.
Hours later, Patty started to waken; something was mashing her breasts. Feeling her legs being slung over a pair of shoulders, she realized that she was being positioned for penetration by a man. Her feeling was confirmed as a throbbing cockhead was seated between her outer pussy lips and two strong hands slid over her hips to grasp her buttocks. The terrible after-taste in her mouth brought back vague recollections of the events of the previous evening. She didn't even know who it was that was about to fuck her, but she did know that she'd given head all night long and that she'd only gotten fingerfucked for her troubles. Deciding that she deserved having her cunt plowed, Patty relaxed as best she could in her double-back position and smiled, still keeping her eyes closed.
"Easy now," she said, feeling a huge cock moving slowly but surely up in her cunt. "Don't be too rough with that big thing."
Her pussy absorbed his full length, closing tightly around the rigid shaft as his balls slapped against the crack of her ass. His cockhead was against the mouth of her womb and she grunted, knowing that she was really packed with cock. Her mysterious lover wasted no time in picking up a gut-tearing, long-stroking action which had Patty gripping the sheet and widening her thighs to let him pound deeper.
She begged for more, faster and deeper. With a superhuman effort, he poised up on his toes and drilled down, his cock mashing into her heavily. Patty wrapped her arms around his neck and screamed. Way in the back of her head, Patty felt that something was wrong, something was too far out of the ordinary concerning this pillager of her pussy, but she disregarded the nagging thought as her pussy muscles began squeezing his thrusting shaft.
Loud slapping noises sounded each time he thrust into her. He was breathing heavily and snorting like a bull, rapidly reaching his cum. Patty's chest was heaving, also. Patty opened her eyes for the first time, just as she was about to cum.
"No-oh my God! No-no-no-no!!" she screamed.
Her face was frozen as he looked up in horror, the first spurt of semen gushing into her cunt, followed by several more.
Momentarily paralyzed with shock, Patty wailed in climax, her body paying no attention to her brain. A mixture of disgust and terror contorted her face even while her body quaked in orgasm and took in the stream of cum being pumped into her pussy. Patty was staring up into the grinning, lust-filled face of a young black man! Patty let her legs fall back to the mattress when he nonchalantly climbed off her, pulling his huge black cock out of her pussy with a loud squish.
Her eyes remained fixed on him as he stepped up to where her head lolled on the bed and waved his massive rod over her face.
"Okay, baby. Clean it up. Come on, open your mouth and wash my cock ... you've done it before, there's no point in being bashful about it," he leered, excited by the recognition and knowledge twisting the soft lines of her face into a grimace of fear and horror.
"Get away from me, you black bastard. Don't touch me-get out of here-get out of my sight!" Patty screamed, attempting to cover her nakedness with a sheet.
"Oh, you want to play hard to get this morning-is that it, you white bitch?" he smirked, jerking the sheet off her body. "Well, I guess we'll have to show you who's boss, won't we?"
He pinned her down, one hand pushing against the valley between her tits. Without warning, his other hand slapped down hard against the flat of her belly, leaving a red imprint on the tender flesh. He slapped her belly while Patty screamed in agony and cursed him. Leaving her writhing in pain on the bed, he picked up his trousers and pulled a small pocket knife from the depths of one of the pockets. Then he returned to the bed, opening the knife and exposing a keenly sharp, recently honed blade.
Slapping her hands away, he pinched one of her nipples between his thumb and forefinger, then placed the sharp edge of the blade against her turgid fjesh.
"Now, bitch, you either clean my cock or I'll cut your nipple off. It's as simple asthat."
The situation was completely out of her control and Patty realized the uselessness of any further struggle. From the mean look in his coal-black eyes, she knew that he meant business. Besides, she could feel the razor-sharp edge of the knife blade against her nipple.
"Please ... please don't cut me ... I'll ... I'll do it ... honest," she begged, relieved when he pulled the knife away.
Submitting to the inevitable, Patty used her tongue and lips to clean his cock. She licked the juice beaded in his wiry pubic hair and cleaned the sweat from his balls to make sure that he was satisfied. By the time she was finished he had a hard-on and from the look on his face, he was anxious to grace her supple white body with his exquisite brand of lovemaking. He told her to get up on her hands and knees, that he wanted to fuck her again.
Resigned to her fate, Patty assumed the desired position.
"You could at least tell me your name, seeing as how my belly is full of your cum," she mumbled, trembling as the mattress drooped under his weight when he climbed up behind her.
"Why certainly, baby," he laughed, seating his cock at the opening to her rectum. "I'm Jonas ... Jonas Terper, but you can call me Pusherman like most people that I know do."
Gripping her shoulders firmly, Jonas shoved his big cock deep into her rectum.
"Yeeeoooooww-Jesus Christ! That hurts! Pull it out-you're ripping me apart!" Patty screeched, not realizing that he would ram her so deep or so fast.
Jonas paid no attention to her. He released her shoulders and swept one hand around her ribcage, capturing one of her pendulous tits. He wasn't surprised to find the nipple swollen. His other hand slipped around her waist and began a light, open-hand tapping rhythm on the soft flesh of her rounded belly, picked up the tempo with a steady short-stroking in her rear.
Patty drifted from anguished pain to noncommittal acceptance to the beginnings of enjoyment. Not wanting to, she found herself starting to work her sphincter muscle on the pistoning cock. She strained to dilate her asshole and found the effort was causing his cum in her cunt to eke out and trickle down her sweaty thighs.
Noticing her active acceptance, Jonas smiled and lengthened his strokes, his pace quickening.
The beating of his balls against Patty's highly sensitized cunt added to her growing excitement. Bending down, Patty pushed her forehead into the mattress as she reached back and captured the pussy-slapping balls and cuddled them caressingly in her fingers. Her other hand snaked into her sloppy pussy; she began strumming her twitching clitoris in a frenzy. In a matter of moments, Patty's hands were moving in tempo with the rapid-fire pumping in her ass. She was racing to catch up with Jonas and as their groans and cries meshed together, Jonas' cock spewed a hot wad of semen deep in her rectum.
Completely exhausted, Jonas collapsed, falling down on top of her sweat-soaked back and gasping for breath, his cock softening but still captured within her contracted ass. Patty continued working her sphincter muscles against the impaling flesh, thrilling now to what had originally caused so much pain. Her ass slowly expelled his penis, pushing it out little by little with each expansion and contraction of her asshole. Accepting the futility of trying to keep it stuck in her, Patty regretfully let Jonas' cock slip out and slide wetly down the burning flesh of her inner thigh.
Patty tumbled sideways, letting Jonas slump onto the mattress smiling in lewd satisfaction. She flopped across his heaving body, mashing her titties into his hard-muscled chest. She sensuously rolled her flattened breasts on him, then pressed her lips against his in a passionate kiss. Jonas returned her oral caresses with ardor, sucking her pink tongue into his mouth and draining the saliva from it, then pushing his large, thick tongue into her warm mouth so that she could do the same. He softly caressed her youthful body, his large hands stroking the soft flesh of her back and buttocks. Patty kissed his entire body from head to toe terminating at his crotch. Jonas accepted her warm display of affection, smiling as she laved his penis and balls and pressed her lips to his still-exposed cockhead.
Waking at noon, Patty found Jonas sleeping beside her. Spotting his beautiful black cock in a semi-erect state, she fondled him into total erection. She climbed up on top of him and woke him as she was easing down over his length, letting it inch up deep within her. Opening his eyes, Jonas grinned and folded his arms under his head, letting Patty ride him at whatever pace she desired.
Patty was wiggling and grinding furiously, well on her way to an orgasm, when the bedroom door burst open and Cindy dashed into the room.
"Patty, oh gee, I-" she stammered, the shock of seeing her roommate contorting wildly cutting off whatever it was that she was about to say.
Jonas smiled at Cindy wickedly. Cindy blushed vividly, then slipped back out of the room-only to return a few seconds later, with Lois in tow.
The cousins pressed against each other in the doorway and watched in fascination as their roommate ground out her lust on top of the black man. Unaware of her audience, Patty fucked like a wild animal until a high-pitched cry ripped out from her lips and she shuddered visibly, falling against Jonas' dark chest in climax.
Knowing the others were watching, Jonas decided to give them a show worth watching. Flipping Patty over on her back, he hooked her ankles behind his head. With a series of long strokes, he brought her to another orgasm. Pulling his pulsating cock out of her cunt, Jonas gripped her ass cheeks and lifted her slightly, then shoved his cock into the friction-raw anal opening. Cindy and Lois gasped at the audacity of his depraved actions and stumbled away from the bedroom door, aghast yet excited.
Later that day, the girls were formally introduced to Jonas. Although they didn't want to have anything to do with him at first, Cindy and Lois got used to having him around when he didn't leave the apartment for the next two days.
Patty found herself deeply in love with him and nothing he could ask her to do in the way of self-abasement could turn her off. With the exception of stopping to eat, they spent most of their time in the bedroom, only ending the period of lust when Patty had to report for a flight.
After Patty left, Jonas stayed to have dinner with the cousins. By now, the girls had accepted him and they chatted at the dinner table.
"Jonas, I wish you wouldn't stare at me the way you do," Lois giggled. "You know, of course, that it won't do you any good."
"Well, lesbians or not, you and Cindy are a fine-looking pair of girls," he remarked, still gazing at the soft, feminine curves outlined under Lois' silk lounging pajamas. "My question is, have you ever had a man?"
"No, never. As far as that goes, both Cindy and I are virgins and intend to remain that way."
"No problem then," Jonas retorted. "I don't make love to virgins. Popping cherries just ain't my bag."
"How come?" Cindy joined in. "I'd think a stud like you would really dig opening a girl for the first time."
"Nope. Too messy and I'm too big. I did pop a broad once and my cock tore her up bad. Didn't think she'd ever stop bleeding. Now, I don't mind getting a shot of cock right after someone else pops a fresh pussy, but I just won't be the one to rip it open."
"Well then, we can rest easy, can't we, Lois?" Cindy smirked.
"You girls just don't know what you're missing," Jonas smiled lighting a cigarette and leaning back in his chair.
"Say, Jonas ... isn't that a joint you're smoking?" Cindy asked.
"Sure is. Why ... you want one?"
"If you've got a couple to spare."
"Here you go," Jonas said, handing each of them a joint.
"Hey! This is Alcapulco Gold, isn't it?" Cindy exclaimed. "How do you keep such a ready supply? I have the damndest time getting anything but low-grade trash."
"Baby, they don't call me Pusherman for nothing. I've got anything you could ever want ... and more than you could ever use."
"Then you really are a pusher," Lois gasped.
"That's how I make my living, baby-that and a couple of sidelines that haven't quite developed yet."
Interested in this new facet of the mysterious Jonas, the girls pried little more out of him than what he'd already said. The questions were getting a bit too personal, so Jonas changed the subject, after promising to let them experiment with a new kind of high when they returned from their next flight. Actually, the cousins were falling in line with his plans and Jonas left the apartment pleased at the ease with which everything was working out. He should be able to start his planned, profitable operation in about a month, if the girls kept in line for that long.
When Jonas returned, all three girls were on a week's stand-down for maintenance. Jonas brought a suitcase with him and set up housekeeping with Patty, no one knowing just how long he planned on staying. Patty was madly in love with her black lover. She noticed the new rapport between her roommates and Jonas, but was confident in the knowledge that any relationship with Jonas would have to be strictly platonic as far as the cousins were concerned.
By accident, Patty found out that Jonas was providing the girls with hard drugs. She tried to warn the girls about the dangers involved with addiction, but Cindy and Lois laughed it off, telling Patty that they were only experimenting and getting a few kicks, that they would never get hooked.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Patty's eyes opened slowly. She'd awakened earlier than usual and, stretching sensuously on the bed, her body twisted in abandon as she tried to shake off her morning lethargy. Smiling in self-satisfaction, she scratched away the itch at one of her breasts, her long fingernails making little scraping sounds against the pale-blue nylon bodice of her shortie nightgown. The irritation seemed to be centered close to the tip, on the outer ring of the areola. Patty circled her fingernails around the pert breast-tip where it poked up sassily against the silky material and scratched carefully, easing the tingle.
The itching on her tit stopped, only to reappear at her crotch. She darted a hand down to her pelvis and scratched away the torment tingling beneath her pubic hair. As her fingers scraped through the copper curls covering her mound, Patty realized the futility of it all. There was only one way to put down that particular irritation and Patty turned to waken her virile bed partner in order to do just that.
In the two months since Jonas had moved into the apartment, Patty had grown accustomed to having him fuck her before getting out of bed. Even with her pussy pleasantly aching from the night before, Patty looked forward to the morning's eye-opener. Of course, it was the hairy eye in her crotch that was to get opened. Considering the advantage of having her incessant itch eased before breakfast, Patty liked the whole idea.
But turning to her side, she didn't find Jonas with his usual morning hardon; in fact, she only found the depression in the rumpled sheet and his pillow. Jonas wasn't in bed. He wasn't in the habit of rising early, so Patty rolled back over and checked the clock. It was only seven-thirty. There were no sounds coming from her bathroom, in fact the bathroom door was open and she could see that it was empty.
"Where the hell is he?" she mumbled, slowly climbing out of the bed and stretching.
Standing there for a moment on tip-toes with her arms reaching straight up, Patty relaxed, then slipped a hand under the high hem of her nighties and scratched the reddish tuft of hair at the bottom of her belly. She never bothered to wear panties under her night clothes, figuring too much time was wasted in taking them off whenever Jonas wanted to give her another demonstration of his "black power." Shifting her fingernails to the plump cheeks of her ass and scratching idly, Patty padded out to the kitchen. A cup of coffee in her belly was a poor substitute for cum, but Patty figured that it would have to do.
She rinsed out the pot and was placing fresh grounds in the basket, when she heard a small cry coming from Cindy's room. It was unusual for Cindy to be up at this time of day. The cousins had taken to sleeping late ever since Jonas had introduced them to heroin. Although Cindy and Lois swore that they were not using enough junk to become addicted, Patty knew that the intervals between the times they were shooting were getting shorter and shorter. Another cry from Cindy's room aroused Patty's curiosity and she decided to investigate.
Easing the door of Cindy's room open enough to peek in, Patty was shocked when she spotted Jonas, wearing only a pair of white shorts, standing by the side of Cindy's bed. Cindy was sitting on the bed in a pair of panties, trembling slightly and hugging herself. Her head was slumped forward and she was crying softly. Looking at Jonas more closely, Patty saw the hypodermic needle in his hand, loaded with a dosage of smack and apparently intended for
"Oh please, Jonas ... please! Shoot me now-my skin is on fire! It feels like a million bugs are trying to eat their way out of my stomach," Cindy sobbed softly, looking up at Jonas with tears streaming out of her eyes.
"Okay, baby. Lay down and I'll pop you-for real, this time," the big black man replied, leaning over Cindy as she slumped down on her back.
Stepping between her legs, Jonas pushed up one of her breasts and placed the needle at the flesh crease where the breast joined her ribcage. With a slight jab, he pushed the needle under the skin and injected the heroin, but only a minute amount, quickly withdrawing the needle before Cindy could grab his wrist.
"There you go, bitch," he said, knowing that he hadn't given her enough to stop the cravings of her body.
Cindy cried out as she'd done before, realizing that he hadn't given her the full shot. The insufficient dosage, after having the needle shoved under her skin, was adding fuel to the uncontrollable cravings twitching through her body. She begged and pleaded; then she demanded and cursed when she was refused. Jonas just stood there grinning at her, waving the needle back and forth over her twitching body.
"Okay, baby," Jonas said. "How bad do you want this stuff?"
He'd had the cousins on heroin for three weeks now, and had been carefully giving them just enough to insure addiction. Having put Patty under his domination without using drugs, Jonas didn't waste anything beyond an occasional joint on her. The cousins were a different story though. After finding out that they were lesbians, Jonas used his junk to subjugate them. None of the three young women knew of Jonas' plan for exploiting them; not even Patty suspected his true motive in enslaving her, and now her roommates.
"I'll do anything ... anything, believe me, Jonas. Just shoot me with the stuff and ask. You'll see ... I'll do anything."
"Oh no, baby. I can't give you the stuff first. No, that won't do at all. You'd get high and then wouldn't pay off if you didn't like whatever I wanted you to do."
"Oh, Jonas-Jonas-you're wrong ... honest. I'll do whatever you want. You can see how bad I need the stuff. I ... promise ... I'll do anything-anything!"
"Supposing I ask you to pull off them cute little panties?" Jonas chuckled, passing the needle close by her face, then jerking it away. "Then supposing I told you to spread your lily-white thighs? Would you let this big black prick of mine split you open? Would you be willing to get fucked by me? Do you think you could make love for a jolt?"
His questions startled Cindy. For the first time since he'd come into her room, she realized that she was almost naked. She rebelled at the suggestions that he was making, causing a small ball of nausea to well up inside her belly. But her craving for a fix won out. If she had to let him fuck her for a shot, then so be it. Nothing was more important than appeasing the gnawing within her; she told Jonas that he could do anything he wanted, once she got high.
"I've got a better idea, Cindy girl. I won't rip your cherry, not yet anyway. You've sucked a lot of pussy in your time, but I'll bet you never sucked a cock. So suck me off with a proper blowjob and I'll turn you on with this smack. How about that? You willing to suck my black cock, baby?"
Patty gulped and caught her breath as Cindy nodded in agreement to Jonas' proposal. She wanted to walk in and spoil his little game, but she didn't know how he would react and she was afraid to rub him the wrong way. Patty still remembered how he'd forced domination on her-the belt and the knife-and she didn't want any more of that. Besides, her pussy itched terribly with the thought of watching Cindy being debased, knowing that she hadn't been touched by a man in any manner before.
Jonas made Cindy get up off the bed. She stood before him with her head bowed and her arms down by her sides. Under his guidance, she squatted down and pulled his shorts off over his lean hips and hard-muscled buttocks. As the cotton cloth was pulled away from his pelvis, his cock flopped out, still soft.
Cindy was terrified never having been this close to a man's genitals before. Although grateful that he wasn't going to try to fuck her, she was horrified knowing that she had to put his cock in her mouth. Jonas stepped away from his shorts and sat spraddle-legged on the bed's edge. He made her kneel between his legs and told her to play with him for a few seconds, taking her hand and placing it on his balls. Shuddering slightly with revulsion, Cindy caressed his testicles.
Jerking back in fright, Cindy watched as his shaft stiffened, rising steadily up toward her face and swelling as his blood raced to the huge, bulbous knob at its end. Attaining full erection from her manipulations with his balls, Jonas smiled at her terrified stare. He leaned back and had her bend over him so that her breasts dangled on either side of his. massive erection. Giving her detailed instructions, he had her crush her titties over his shaft, then move up and down, sliding her soft breast flesh against the heated stiffness of his cock. He made her meet his huge knob with her lips as it protruded up through her breasts.
Jonas then told her to release his cock from her breasts and sit back on her heels. He sat up and scooted to the bed's edge, his cock sticking out straight.
"Push it up and kiss my balls, baby," he hissed, staring into her deep-blue eyes.
Cupping a soft, pink hand under his shaft, Cindy pushed it against his black, drum-tight belly. She hooked her other hand behind the hairy sacs and lifted them to her bowing head with lips pursed in preparation for a kiss. As her soft, cool lips closed over one of his balls, and her tossled, dark curls meshed into his wiry, black pubic hair, Jonas groaned in pleasure and urged her to continue. Cindy sucked in and pressed against his ball with her tongue. With the shaft tensing tighter against her hand, Cindy worked the hairy sacs until Jonas croaked an order for her to stop.
"Now, baby," he crooned. "Take your hand and skin it back."
Still holding his shaft, Cindy ringed the bow-stright tight foreskin and pulled it down over the meatus rim. Her eyes focused onto the huge purple knob as it emerged from within the black prepuce. When she had the covering stretched down tautly, the hole in the meatus tip breathed open and a bead of fluid formed. A series of shudders rippled down Cindy's naked back as she contemplated trying to take in that huge cockhead in her mouth.
Squatting in the doorway with her pussy itching beyond control, Patty found herself wishing that she could trade places with Cindy. Patty could see the tremors rippling down Cindy's spine, disappearing under the waistband of her tautly stretched, well-filled panties. She. caught her breath with a gasp as Cindy's head drooped to the purple cockhead and her roommate placed a light kiss on its slick, shiny surface.
Jonas let her lick the super-sensitive flesh for a few moments, telling her to use her tongue on the underside. Cindy followed his instructions, trembling intensely as the huge cock swelled even larger.
Telling her to stand up, Jonas got into a comfortable position on the bed, on his back and still holding the syringe. He had Cindy straddle his head, facing his feet, then told her to suck him off, pushing her forward to his upright erection. Cindy obeyed when he placed the side of the needle against her upper thigh flesh, promising to shoot her when she succeeded in making him cum. Her craving for the heroin blotted everything else out of her mind. Feeling the cool metal resting on her skin just below the tight, panty legband, Cindy ovaled her mouth and locked her lips onto Jonas' glistening cockhead, sucking mightily and hoping he wouldn't cheat her.
Jonas trembled from the sensation of her cool lips against his cock and the drawing sensation of her sucking. He stared up at the tight nylon crotch above his face, examining the depressions where the legbands cut into the flesh of her upper thigh. Cindy started bobbing gently on his shaft knob, her teeth scraping back and forth against his pulsating head and her tongue pushing up hard against its underside.
Grasping the shaft firmly with one hand, Cindy manipulated his balls. Suddenly, she wanted to give him more enjoyment by taking in as much cock as she could. Her head bobbed down a little further each time, until she had haif his length in her mouth, her hand rolling his balls feverishly. Jonas moaned and groaned, his asshole tightening in preparation for ejaculation. He reached up and tickled her rounded pussy pouch and was excited to find her damp there. The thought that Cindy wasn't a die-hard lesbian triggered his release. Cupping her cunt and squeezing, Jonas groaned loudly and bucked up off the mattress as his cum bolted through his shaft.
Cindy had just bobbed down as far as she could when the bolt of semen spurted out of the cock. Before she could react, the sticky fluid shot past her tongue and into her mouth. She swallowed, then pulled away from the huge penis, only to catch the next spurt against her nose and face as her lips closed with a wet slurp. She quickly fastened her lips against the spurting cockhead to prevent any more cum from splashing on her. She was presented with several more spurts of semen which she swallowed, gloating in the knowledge that Jonas was enjoying her oral fucking.
Jonas shook violently as she sucked the last drops from him, then rewarded her by placing the hypodermic needle under the skin of her inner thigh and shooting the full load into her. Cindy's body jerked momentarily from the shock of being punctured, then she cried out her relief and gratitude and slumped down against his hard belly in exhaustion, her panty-protected buttocks and crotch falling against Jonas' face and chin.
Jonas let her lay there long enough for the smack to calm her. He didn't mind her nylon-covered crotch pushed onto his face; actually, he liked the musky dampness and female smell of her and delighted in the tickling sensation of the thigh fuzz caressing his cheeks. When he figured that she was fully turned on, he bent up and nipped her ass cheeks lightly through the panties, then pressed his lips firmly against the crotch and kissed the bulging nylon. Cindy stirred and rolled off of him, her eyes glazed in narcotic satisfaction.
With her heatbeat racing and her pussy itching horribly, Patty eased the door closed and slipped back to her own bedroom. She didn't want Jonas to know that she'd observed his depraved seduction of Cindy. Scooting away from the door, Patty didn't hear what Jonas was telling Cindy.
Sprawled on her back in near-naked abandon with cum coating her face and trickling out of the corners of her mouth, Cindy heard the words and was nodding in reluctant agreement.
"That was fine, baby, but next time I want your cousin to do me up. You hear me, white girl?"
"But ... Jonas. I don't-know-if-she'll-do-it," Cindy dreamily replied, her eyes glazed.
"She will-if she wants another shot. Anyway, I expect you to help me and you will-if you want another shot," Jonas smired.
A week later, Jonas returned to the apartment after having been gone for four days. Patty was on a flight to London and wasn't due to return until early the next day. Lois and Cindy had just returned from their last scheduled flight and had three days before the next one. Jonas knew the girls' schedules and had planned this particular day for a week. It was time to make his move and get the ball rolling. His activities in the drug market were not providing a large enough income to suit him and all that held him back from a new source of ready cash were the girls. As soon as he could exploit them, he'd be strutting in tall cotton. Cindy met him at the door, a look of desperation in her eyes.
"God, am I glad to see you, Jonas!" she cried, grabbing his hand.
"That's nice," Jonas murmured.
"I've got to have some stuff, Jonas honey. I almost cracked up on the job yesterday, before we landed."
"How's Lois doing? She need a fix, too?" he asked, knowing the answer before hand.
"Yes, she does. But not as bad as I do. Give me a shot, please!"
"Oh no, baby doll, not yet. Remember what I told you last time? I want your cousin, and I want her before anybody gets a fix," he hissed.
"What do you want me to do, Jonas? Lois is in her bedroom asleep. I'll do whatever you want, but I don't think she'll agree, not yet anyway. She doesn't crave the stuff as badly as I do."
"Okay then....You go in there and tell her I'm coming in to give her a shot. After she's high I'll handle it from there. You'll get yours as soon as I'm finished with her."
"What're you going to do to her?" Cindy whispered, scared of the answer.
"I'm going to fuck her, that's what. I've got a real big thing about fucking blonde white girls."
"But she's a virgin-you'll rip her apart with that huge cock of yours!"
"That's the way it goes, baby. I know I said that cutting a broad for the first time isn't my bag, but I will make an exception for a blonde. I'll try to make it as easy as possible-I don't want to hurt her."
Cindy shuddered. She slipped into Lois' bedroom and found her cousin still sleeping. She nudged her and told her of Jonas' arrival. Lois was sitting up and waiting anxiously for the promised fix when Jonas padded into the room, a small black leather case in his hand.
Lois automatically cocked one leg up, expecting the needle to skin pop in her inner thigh. A close inspection of her upper legs would show several faint, light-blue marks where Jonas had administered the junk before. Jonas finished preparing the shot and approached Lois. She was reclining against her pillows with a knee up and swung wide to give him better access to the soft flesh. Her body was twitching slightly in anticipation.
"Not that way, beautiful," Jonas murmured, pushing her knee down and reaching for her arm.
"Why? How else can I take it?" Lois quaked.
"Today, baby, you graduate to the mainline," he said, gripping her upper arm in his large hand and squeezing it until the veins at the crook of her elbow swelled.
Lois stared in fascination as he inserted the needle into the largest of her veins, then slowly pushed the plunger, injecting the heroin directly into her bloodstream.
Cindy stood by and watched the entire scene. Now that Jonas had finished with Lois, Cindy eagerly anticipated receiving her own fix. She moved over to Jonas and meekly asked for her share. v
"Not yet," he replied, snapping the black case shut. "You've got to do like I told you first."
"What ... what do you want me to do, Jonas?"
"First of all, I want to see you make love to your cute cousin. That shouldn't be too hard, seeing as you both have been making that scene for a long, long time."
"Is that all? I mean, you only want to see us make out?"
"No, that's not all-but it'll do for a start."
"Okay, but promise me you won't make me wait too long, please, Jonas."
"I promise. Now you get the two of you stripped and ready. I'll be back in a minute and I want to see a good show."
Jonas slipped out of Lois' bedroom, only to return a few minutes later. He brought some camera equipment back with him and while Cindy was busy pulling the clothes off of Lois, then taking her own off, Jonas checked out his camera and adjusted the lights. Lois feebly protested as her underwear was tugged off of her body, but Cindy insisted on doing as Jonas had directed.
Jonas had Cindy spread Lois' legs wide; he took a half-dozen snapshots of her pussy from different angles, then he made Cindy get on the bed next to Lois and took an equal number of shots of her pussy.
"Now make love to her, Cindy. Make love to her like you always do. Forget I'm here ... just do your thing."
Cindy set about her task, ignoring Jonas' presence and the clicking of the camera's shutter as she covered Lois' body with kisses. Lois warmed to the familiar caresses and joined in by reaching up and cuddling Cindy's breasts. She tugged on Cindy's nipples, stretching the dark flesh down and rolling the rough surfaces between her fingertips. All the time Jonas was snapping pictures of their actions.
Cindy kissed Lois passionately, then slowly used her mouth to wet a trail down Lois' body. She laved her belly and upper pelvis until Lois' breasts rose and fell sharply in mounting excitement, then scooted down further to kiss the milk-white inner thighs. Still flashing her lips over the responding thighs, Cindy turned her body slowly, not stopping until her own thighs were straddling Lois' head. She felt Lois lock her lips against her cunt as soon as she eased her crotch down. She trembled as Lois' tongue probed in, licking at her clit. Sighing passionately and thrilling to the cunt-licking, Cindy eased her beautiful manicured fingers between Lois' labia.
Cindy then bent her head and skillfully caught Lois' clitoris between her teeth sucking on it loudly.
Watching the two beautiful young women tear at each other's cunts in a rapidly building double-suck, Jonas felt the blood rush into his cock. Attaining an erection swiftly, he ripped the clothes from his body and resumed his stance with the camera, his cock standing straight. Both girls were racing to a peak, each one cupping the soft buttocks of the other and mashing their lips against the other's cunt. Neither girl realized it when Jonas discarded his camera and pulled two phallic-looking devices out of his camera bag.
Intent on sucking Lois into an orgasm, Cindy looked dumbly at Jonas when he pulled her head away from the saliva-sloppy cunt at her mouth and placed a strange-looking object at the opening she'd been sucking at. Jonas placed her hand at the base of the dildo. and told her to wait a second, then quickly pulled Lois' mouth away from Cindy's crotch. Lois felt her hand being placed against the base of an object pushing against Cindy's cunt, but she couldn't comprehend what was happening through the fog in her brain.
Returning to Cindy's head, Jonas grabbed a handful of dark curls and pulled Cindy up high enough to hunch his cock through her wet, gaping lips.
"Push down!" he commanded, feeling his cockhead slide past her teeth and his balls swing forward against her chin.
Heated with lust and accustomed to following his orders for fear that she wouldn't get her fix, Cindy pushed against the object under her hand without knowing what it was or what she was doing.
"Aaaiiieeeeee!!" Lois screamed as she was split wide, agony like nothing she'd ever known crashing through her heroin-induced euphoria.
With instant clarity, Lois realized that she'd been opened up, that she had something stuck in her pussy. Screaming horribly, she instantly sought revenge and shoved up against the base of the dilda that was pressed against her palm.
"AAAGGGHHHhhh!" Cindy wailed, her body convulsing in white hot agony.
Jonas quickly pulled away from Cindy's mouth. Standing nearby and watching with a wicked, satisfied grin on his face, Jonas gripped his shaft with one hand and waited. The girls were thrashing about screaming, begging for relief from the impalement in their virgin cunts. The more they twisted against each other, the deeper the dildos were forced in; yet neither one thought to ease the searing pain of the other. Their only thoughts were to remove the rubber shafts from their own cunts as they clawed at each other.
"Turn me loose, you bitch!" Cindy screamed, pain ripping through her belly.
Lois raked her fingernails across the small of Cindy's back, leaving a trail of tiny blood droplets.
"Ooohhh!!" Lois howled, the dildo pushing in until only two thin leather straps dangled out of her inflamed cunt.
"It hurts-oh my God-it's killing me!" Cindy shouted.
The agony was too much for Lois. Her head lolled over to one side as she drifted into unconsciousness in an attempt to evade the horrible, searing pain deep within her pussy. When Lois' clutching grip around her hips relaxed, Cindy rolled over onto her back and reached desperately between her legs to rid herself of whatever it was that had ripped her open. Crying in pain, she grabbed the leather thongs and pulled the dildo out, screaming in horror when she held up the large artificial penis.
Her screams were short-lived, though, when Jonas slapped her across the face and jerked her legs up. He quickly slung them over his shoulders. Getting into position, he fitted his massive cock at the entrance of her tiny cunt.
"No! No! Not that ... please-no, I can't stand anymore-"
Her horrified shouting was cut off as Jonas rapidly backhanded her several times, slapping her face viciously until it flushed darkly and started to bruise.
Then he lifted up on her hips to improve the angle. Cindy's pussy was stretched horribly as Jonas slammed the entire length of his thick prick into her.
Ignoring the ear-splitting screams and the futile beating of her arms against his head, Jonas thrust into the tiny pussy forcing it to take much more cock than it was designed to accommodate. Grinding his pelvis against hers, Jonas held his maximum penetration. He worked down against her until her knees were pushed back into her flattened breasts. Cindy's breathing was becoming sharp and shallow as she first screamed, then bit her bruised lips against the splitting, tearing agony that was paralyzing her body.
Nauseated at being fucked by a man, Cindy suddenly realized that her body was responding to the penetration, totally disregarding the revolted sickness she felt. As Jonas started short-stroking her-pulling his cockhead out an inch, then rocking it back in-Cindy felt her vaginal walls working against the friction. In spite of her hatred and fear of men, her pelvis began to gyrate in rhythm with his smooth stroking.
Noticing that her screams and cries were abating, Jonas slowly lengthened his strokes. Tears still streamed out of her eyes, but Cindy found herself rising to meet his onslaught, slamming her groin up against his downstroke. As ecstatic sensations began radiating out from the core of her body, she wrapped her arms around Jonas' sweat-glistening neck and pulled his lips to hers, sucking the saliva from his tongue when he filled her mouth with it.
Jonas speeded up the rhythm, knowing that he had the girl under control now. He could tell from her erotic grunts and the pressure of her arms around him, that she'd climax in seconds. He want-ed to catch her just as she blossomed open and shoot his load deep into her womb.
Cindy was humping crazily, trying to squeeze the huge cock that was sliding along the length of her slick cunt. Forgetting everything, she wanted only to have him finish her off. She knew an orgasm was approaching and worked her pelvis furiously to insure its arrival. Jonas was fucking like a madman, slamming into her hard, his balls beating against her ass.
"Oh ... oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh! Fuck me, fuck me, you bastard!" she screamed, her pussy blossoming wide in total acceptance as she reached her first male-inspired orgasm.
Her screams triggered Jonas' release. With an audible grunt and a tremendous hump, he came.
Jonas collapsed on her, breathing deeply and rapidly as his cum spurted into her. With his cock softening a few moments later, he pulled the expended flesh out of her still-quivering cunt. It pulled free with a wet suction, coiling stickily against her reddened thigh once it cleared her ravaged hole.
Cindy didn't move, not able to believe that she'd been fucked by Jonas and had enjoyed it so thoroughly. Her pussy ached and burned and her body felt ripped and torn, yet she realized that she was looking forward to being fucked again. But more than that, she needed the heroin, her craving hitting her in the pit of her stomach and the back of her head simultaneously.
"Can I have my shot how, lover?" she asked, a pleading note in her voice.
Jonas gazed at her for a moment, then glanced at Lois' body sprawled on the bed. She was beginning to stir, her hands twitching and her belly heaving from the shock of the rubber cock still fully imbedded in her cunt.
"Just a minute, baby," he said. "Where does she keep her nylons?"
"Bottom drawer of the dresser. Why?"
Jonas didn't answer. He stepped over to the designated drawer and pulled out four stockings. Slipping back to the bed, he looped a stocking around each of Lois' wrists and tied them to the posts of the bed and up past Lois' lolling head. He doubled the remaining two stockings, then tied them to her ankles, the pain of having her legs pulled together with the unyielding dildo still pushed in snapping Lois back to a foggy consciousness. Just as her eyes started focusing through the heroin cloud, Jonas bent her legs back and looped the short stretch of nylon under her head and neck. He crammed a couple of pillows under her hips, raising her pelvis up off the mattress. Then he surveyed the results of his work.
Lois couldn't move, except to rock from side to side. Her breasts were squeezed together inside her thighs. Just as she began to realize the position she was in, Jonas tweaked her nipples roughly and grinned down at her terrified face. Then he left her, crossing the room and preparing a shot of smack for Cindy. She, too, was to receive her first mainline shot. He needed them both solidly hooked to insure the success of his plan.
Letting Cindy sprawl in a chair to await the full narcotic effect, Jonas ignored Lois' frightened cries and pleas to be untied, nor would he pull the dildo out of her burning pussy. He just sat on the bottom edge of the bed, staring at Lois' beautifully rounded, fully exposed ass. The thin leather straps running out of her pussy slit fascinated him. He found the movement of the straps across her crotch erotically exciting as she rocked to and fro in anguish.
Fifteen minutes later, Cindy stumbled over to the bed in a narcotic daze and asked Jonas what she was supposed to do next.
"Fuck her with that dildo. Get her pussy greased and ready for me," he replied, not taking his eyes off Lois' crotch.
Cindy leaned over and grabbed the dangling leather straps. She pulled the dildo almost out of the tightly clenching cunt, letting the rubber knob remain just inside Lois' raggedly torn inner pussy lips.
"Owww-oowwwwww!" Lois screamed, her agony renewed and doubled by Cindy's action.
Twining the straps around her hand until the dildo fit snugly against her palm, Cindy pushed it all the way in, then pulled it out.
Lois screamed, her pussy seared by the unyielding friction against the raw walls of her vagina. "Cindy, please ... don't ... stop-oh, please stop!"
"Be quiet, Lo. It's not bad, once you get used to it," Cindy mumbled, concentrating on her pushing and pulling.
Watching the rubber cock sliding in and out of Lois' pussy had the desired effect on Jonas. Within a few minutes, he had another hardon. He let Cindy continue her preparation of Lois' cunt for a while, then pushed her away, telling her to pull the dildo out of her cousin's pussy.
As Jonas mounted the bed and positioned himself in front of Lois' crotch, Cindy stood there dumbly, watching. The muscular black wasted no time in refdling Lois' recently unplugged cunt. Cindy shivered in excitement as Lois wailed in torment at having a man carnally joined with her. Without finesse of any kind, Jonas long-stroked the blonde beauty, ignoring the screams and curses that she was constantly mouthing. Cindy watched in fascination as the sweat beads popped out on both of them and Jonas' breathing became more and more shallow. Apparently, Lois had no latent heterosexual feelings. Even when Jonas tensed, slammed into her mightily and shot his wad, she only cursed and screamed in revulsion and hatred. The depraved scene got to Cindy. She stuck the dildo that she was holding into her mouth, sucking her cousin's juices from it as Lois unwillingly had her belly pumped full of Jonas' cum.
Jonas left Lois tied in her doubled-up position while he and Cindy took a shower together. He had Cindy wash him thoroughly with soap and water, then made her suck him. She wallowed in her debasement, squatting down in front of him and fluting her lips over his half-soft cock while the warm water streamed over her head and body. Suck as she did, Cindy couldn't get him hard enough to blow off; so Jonas let her work on him for a bit, then let her stop and they finished washing.
When they returned to the bedroom, Jonas untied the stockings that bound Lois' feet, but left her wrists fastened to the bedposts.
Early the next morning, Jonas fucked both of them again. This time, Lois found that she could get a little enjoyment out of it if Cindy was helping, finding this out when Cindy joined in while Jonas was pumping into her. Much to her surprise, Lois peaked just before Jonas came. He knew that Lois wouldn't have to be tied after that. Jonas unfastened her wrists and tested his theory by telling Lois to suck his cock clean. Without protesting, she engulfed the cum-dripping head in her mouth and started sucking while Cindy joined in by taking his hairy balls.
The girls' mouths excited Jonas into a second ejaculation, sending a small spurt of cum into Lois' mouth. Not knowing what else to do, Lois swallowed and continued licking his purplish knob while Cindy succeeded in taking his balls completely into her mouth. That's the way Patty found them as she burst into the room.
CHAPTER NINE
Patty was heartbroken. She couldn't believe that Jonas was serious. He couldn't possibly expect her and her roommates to sell their flesh in order to put money in his pocket, yet he was suggesting exactly that. His tone while talking made it an order rather than a request and the penalty for not complying with his demands ranged from cutting off Lois and Cindy from their supply of narcotics to physical torment for Patty. Not having fully recovered from his last demonstration on that subject, Patty cringed. Not daring to openly oppose Jonas, she accepted the fate he was describing.
Not one bruise was apparent on Patty's body, yet she'd been beaten severely when she'd found Jonas being oralized by Cindy and Lois. Initially flying into a rage, Patty had been quietly subdued when Jonas slapped her down, then picked her up and tossed her onto Lois' bed. Using her drug-dazed roommates to hold Patty down, Jonas beat her un: mercifully, using one of the rubber dildos as a club.
He continually pounded her thighs, breasts, and ribs, hurting her terribly but leaving no bruises. Patty's screams were meek in comparison to the groans of agony she cried when he beat the artificial cock against her tender belly and cunt.
Right after they'd finished eating breakfast the next morning, Jonas dropped the bomb.
"I want you girls to be ready to show a customer of mine a good time tomorrow night. I'll be bringing him up here for a good time and he'll expect all three of you to take him on at once."
Cindy was the first to ask him why.
"Because it's a hundred dollars in my pocket for an hour's work on your parts, that's why," he calmly stated. "You don't think I've spent the time and money getting you girls primed for nothing, do you?"
"I won't do it, damn it," Lois said. "I'm not going to let you-or any other man-touch me again."
"You're talking trash, baby. You can say what you want now, but when you start feeling that craving eating your guts out and can't get any smack, you'll do anything I tell you to-and you know it. So why bullshit around?"
"You mean this is going to be a common thing, not a one-time affair?" Cindy sputtered.
"That's right, baby. I plan to make a pile of cash with the three of you. After all, there's no overhead involved and the labor's cheap. I don't think you girls need any more money-so it'll all be profit."
"We're expected to fuck while you pocket the money?" Patty queried.
"That's right, baby. Any disagreement you might have can be worked out with the rubber dick."
Jonas outlined the sequence of events for the next night and after being assured that the feminine trio would perform according to his instructions, he left, telling them to get a good night's sleep. Needless to say, the girls hashed out the situation all day long and into the night. Now that Jonas wasn't there to intimidate her, Patty was all for finding a way out of their dilemma, but the cousins were falling deeper into the horrors of withdrawal and were soon using their arguments to convince Patty of the need to go along with the situation.
The debate resumed the next morning, with Lois and Cindy pressuring Patty even more firmly than the previous day. The cousins got to the point where they were demanding Patty's agreement, threatening her with an assortment of gory fates if she refused. Not really seeing any way out, Patty finally acquiesced, agreeing to do as she'd been told.
The girls settled down, agreeing that they'd better work together and make the best of what had developed into a rotten situation. They decided that the best thing to do would be to give the guy more sex than he could handle, thereby finishing him off in a short period of time. Once he was drained sexually, the unknown man would more than likely leave or fall asleep. Either way, he wouldn't be a problem to the girls. With their plans made, the girls went about cleaning the apartment and getting ready to assume their new roles.
It was nine-thirty when the doorbell rang. The girls were sitting in the living room, waiting for their meeting with their first customer and wondering what he'd look like and how he'd act. The ringing doorbell stunned them for a moment, then Patty scissored over to the door and opened it. Like it or not, they were in business.
A sigh of relief seemed to permeate the room when the girls found a nice-looking young man standing at the door. They were to learn later that he was a college student spending the weekend in the big city. He'd contracted Jonas for the evening of sex while purchasing a supply of grass to take back to school with him. Patty invited him in and, blushing with embarrassment, the young man eased past her with averted eyes, entering the apartment and glancing at the three of them in shy confusion.
"Hi, I'm Patty ... and these are my friends, Lois and Cindy."
"I ... I'm not sure ... that is, I don't know if I'm at the right apartment," he stuttered, expecting to find the usual whores instead of these three strikingly beautiful young women.
Patty asked him if Jonas had sent him. When he nodded, she assured him that he hadn't come to the wrong apartment. She told him to make himself comfortable and offered him a drink, which he accepted and gulped down much too fast. Realizing that the boy was a novice in the business of buying sex as much as they were in selling it, Patty offered him another drink. Then she opened up the conversation, easing his anxieties, the cousins joining in, too. After a half-hour of casual banter, the young man felt much more at ease and had lost most of his initial embarrassment and shyness.
"Do you do this very often?" Cindy asked, interested in learning why such a nice-looking boy would pay a hundred dollars for something he should be able to get plenty of for free at college.
"No, not often ... I can't afford it, really."
"But why do you want to buy sex? I mean you look like buying women wouldn't be necessary," Cindy continued. "Don't you get with it at school? God knows, there was plenty of sex available when I was going."
"Oh sure. I swing with the girls plenty enough back there."
"How come the commercial scene then?" Lois chimed in. "Seems to me you're wasting money."
"No, not really ... you see, I don't enjoy it too much when there's only one girl involved. On the other hand, I really dig it with two or more chicks."
"Well," Patty cut in, "you've paid your money, so why don't you just tell us what you want."
"Would it be too much," he stammered, blushing, "to ask two of you to make love to each other while the third one plays around with me?"
Lois and Cindy looked at him, then at each other, and giggled almost uncontrollably.
"Lo and I will try it," Cindy bubbled. "How do you want us to go about it? Dressed? Nude? Here? In the bedroom?"
"If you don't mind, right here's fine. First of all, Cindy, you take Lois' clothes off; then let her take yours off, okay?"
As the cousins stood up and faced each other, he asked Patty to sit with him on the couch. Patty went one step further than that. She stepped in front of him, faced away, and hiked up the skirt of her dress, giving him a complete view of her panties. Then she sat down in his lap and leaned back against his chest, letting his face press into her reddish curls.
He wrapped his arms around her body and hugged her to him.
Meanwhile, Cindy bent down and grasped the hem of Lois' dress, then pulled it up over her body and upraised arms. Discarding the dress, she stepped aside for a moment so that the boy could clearly see Lois standing there in a matched set of pastel-pink lingerie. Because of the satin demi-bra, Lois' full titties were pushed together and up, the twin mounds of flesh spilling out over the scalloped lace rimming the bra cups and between the thin, satin, wide-set shoulder straps. Her pink panties and garter belt showcased the dark tuft of pubic hair shadowed beneath the panties, little stray curls visible at the legbands.
Stepping back to Cindy, Lois pulled her face into her swelling breasts and let Cindy caress the inviting flesh with her lips for a few seconds. Then she stripped Cindy's dress off in a similar manner, bringing gasps of admiration from the boy as he stared at Cindy's solid black underthings, contrasting so exotically with her pale skin. Patty could feel the growing cock under her as the young man stared at her roommates, his hands creeping under the hem of her dress and travelling up to her crotch.
Needing no more instructions, Cindy and Lois caressed each other's bodies. Hugging one another, they stripped away their brassieres. The boy grabbed Patty's cunt and shut down on it in excitement when the released titties resumed their normal shape and position, standing out from the two girls' chests. Just before the girls mashed tit against tit in a passionate embrace, he could see that their nipples were erect and knew that they were really turned on.
From that point on, everything went wild and got entirely out of hand. No one seemed to be directing the action, yet within a few minutes, the young man was naked and flat on his back on the floor. All three girls were stripped down to nothing but garter belts and nylons and were cavorting on the boy's torso. Patty was concentrating on his hardon, positioning its glistening head at the entrance to her cunt. Lois and Cindy were taking turns squatting over his face and letting him muff-dive a few minutes before changing places, the unoccupied cousin reaching between his legs and fingering his balls.
An hour later, the college student left the apartment, completely drained and exhausted. He'd spent a total of two hours with the girls and once started, they'd turned him every way but loose. Even though he'd paid a fifty-dollar-an-hour rate, he was satisfied that he'd definitely gotten his money's worth. In fact, he was wondering how soon he'd be able to afford another spree with the girls. Wrapped up in his thoughts, he didn't notice Jonas standing by the side of the building when he walked out through the door.
The girl's new careers continued on a regular basis after that first night. Knowing exactly what he was doing, Jonas underdosed the cousins, leaving them with a constant craving and willingness to obey in order to get more smack. And Jonas was no fool about utilizing the girls full-time. He timed their customers according to their flight schedules, not wanting the girls to lose their personal sources of income and become dependent on him for anything beyond narcotics.
As it was, Jonas was raking in three to five hundred dollars a week. His plan had worked out perfectly and he had the girls, expecially the cousins, completely under his control. Except for Patty, the girls would accept anything as long as the heroin was there afterward to let them forget. Patty, on the other hand, was controlled through fear alone, and Jonas worried about that. He was deeply involved in the negotiation of another deal concerning the girls. If he could pull it off, Jonas stood to make a thousand dollars for each girl for one night's work plus whatever the market would bear afterward.
Three weeks after the girls' first customer, Jonas arrived at the apartment with a satisfied grin on his face. It was early Saturday morning and he'd closed the big deal the night before. Now all he had to do was to get the girls ready and have them at the right place late that night. The prospects of clearing up to five thousand dollars before the night was over had him in unusually high spirits. He found the girls at the breakfast table.
"Get your trash together, girls. Tonight you're going to be famous. I'm taking you to a theater performance-and the best part is that you're going to be the stars of the show."
Accepting whatever Jonas put out as a matter of routine, the girls sat there quietly as he outlined their tasks for the evening. The cousins didn't care about anything except his promise of a tremendous high after they'd done their job. But Patty cringed inside when he explained the details.
Late that evening, Jonas and the three girls left the apartment and climbed into his new car. After a quick drive on the East Side Drive, Jonas pulled into a secluded, high-class section of the city and parked his car in a private garage. Then they were transferred to a waiting sedan and driven through the area for another five minutes. The car pulled up to a private entrance to a large townhouse and the girls were hustled into the building. Jonas put them into an expensively furnished room and handed them three short toga-like robes. Telling them to change and wear nothing beneath, he disappeared. The girls sat quietly, wondering what would happen next.
Fifteen minutes later, a distinguished-looking man entered the room, looked appreciatively at the girls, smiled, then nodded and walked back out-without speaking a work. Patty looked questioningly at Cindy and Lois, but they just shrugged their shoulders in resignation, not knowing any more than she did. Finally, Jonas returned. Telling them to leave their clothes in the room, he led them through the house to a small elevator. They rode up to the third floor and entered what appeared to be a large ballroom with a raised platform at the far end. Overstuffed chairs and sofas were lined across the room, giving the set-up the appearance of a theater. The girls were taken to the platform on which a few couches were placed against the wall behind a large table with a thick layer of spongy rubber.
Each girl was seated alone on a separate couch. From where they were sitting, they had a full view of the table, but couldn't see much of the audience chairs. Patty looked around and noticed a stage door behind a curtain off to one side of the platform.
Overhead, she discovered a bank of flood lights that were angled downward at the huge table. The table itself was huge, stretching across about two-thirds of the stage. On the extreme right was a rostrum with a small reading light and a microphone, obviously hooked to the speakers placed on the walls around the room.
She was straining to look out over the room when all the lights dimmed, except the ones on the stage. Although she could hear the muted chatter of many people entering and taking their seats, Patty couldn't make out anything in the darkened room. With a sigh of resignation, she settled back on the couch, waiting for whatever was to happen next.
Once the noise abated in the room, all the lights went completely out and a tiny spotlight came on over the rostrum. The same older man from the room below stepped into the light. While he was adjusting the controls of the speakers, Patty could see several dark shapes lifting the form of a female up onto the massive table and securing her arms to some sort of device that had been lowered from overhead. Once the female was tied, the dark shapes filtered back through the stage door, except for three. These men took their seats on the couches next to Patty, Cindy, and Lois. At that moment, the man at the microphone began to speak.
"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen! Welcome to the theater. Tonight we have an outstanding performance for you. I've been assured by one of our producers that active participation after the finals is permitted and encouraged-at the usual rate." A murmur of approval swept through the audience while he paused. "The theme of tonight's program is Anal Antics. While the majority of the activity will be concentrated on that theme, our show opener will be a bit diverse. For those of you who are new to our group, I'll introduce the stars of our show. First of all, in the male lead to the opening number-Mister X!"
A spotlight came on over the center of the stage, focusing on a tall young black standing on the table, completely naked. A round of applause sounded from the audience as he slowly turned in a circle, letting everyone see his hardon. Patty's eyes widened when she saw his cock.
"Mister X is twenty two years old and has a nine-inch penis," the voice speaker announced. "Mister X has been selected for this performance tonight because his penis is ideal for deflowering a virgin. He can penetrate much deeper than those of us less generously endowed, yet he doesn't have the thickness that tends to damage a young girl's uninitiated vagina. And with that, we meet the female star of the first performance-Miss Virgin!"
The spotlight moved from the man to the fully clothed form of a black-haired girl who was suspended in a nylon rope harness. As the realization that this beautiful young girl would soon be ravaged by the black's long cock swept over the audience, they roared with approval.
"Miss Virgin was brought here by a process known only to one of our producers. She has been examined by one of the group's doctors and is certified to be a genuine virgin. She is twenty years old and here against her will."
The spotlight went out as the announcer continued, but not before everybody had a chance to see the tears streaming out of the young girl's eyes.
"Our main attraction tonight is composed of three men and three women. Here they are!"
A huge spotlight flooded the stage in front of the table. Patty, Cindy, and Lois were pulled to their feet by the men sitting next to them and led around the table and across the stage in parade fashion.
The three men wore togas similar to what Patty and the cousins were wearing, only they were much shorter and exposed the buttocks and cocks of the men. They paraded around the huge table and resumed their positions on the three couches as the audience applauded enthusiastically.
The rostrum light went out, followed immediately by the lighting of the entire bank of lights over the table, illuminating the figures of the cringing virgin and the smiling, virile black. Mister X stepped over to the terrified girl and turned her sideways. Then, with a casual slowness, he unfastened her skirt and let it fall to the table. Mister X turned the girl in a circle; the audience gazed at her nicely shaped body that was partly covered by a pair of bikini panties that just barely hid the dark tuft of cunt hair at the apex of" her thighs. Excitement mounted in the observers as they heard the girl pleading and begging the man not to touch her, not to take away her clothes. When his cool fingers gripped her panties and jerked them down over her legs, she screamed in desperation, her bushy black triangle of hair glistening in the spotlight.
Mister X signalled at that moment and four toga-clad men slipped in through the stage door and mounted the table. They untied the screaming young girl and held her in a wide-spread standing position, facing the audience. With two men holding her legs apart and two holding her arms out from her sides, she was presented to the audience, wearing only a thin nylon blouse.
The black man stepped in front of her and unbuttoned her blouse, then pulled it from her body. She wasn't wearing a bra, and the audience gazed at her exquisitely shaped breasts. Then her partner leaned over and completely engulfed one of the tits in his mouth, the girl's body trembled as she cried out.
She cried out again when his lips left her titties and his tongue began licking a trail down the center of her body. She trembled as he passed over her rounded belly and buried his face against her pelvis, letting his tongue lick into her tense pussy slit.
To the delight of the audience, the girl began to grind her groin into his face. Uncertainty and terror notwithstanding, she was responding to his expert licking and sucking, even cradling his head to her crotch when the two men holding her arms released them. She toppled over backwards onto the rubber mat, keeping him pressed into the yoke of her thighs and locking her legs around his ribs when they were turned loose.
Muffing her until she was sufficiently lubricated, the man then pulled away from her clutching grip and assumed a position on his back, his cock hard. The four men picked the girl up and turned her over, holding her in position above the waiting cock. They lowered her slightly, allowing the man to seat his cockhead at the entrance to her virgin cunt. Then the men holding the lower half of her body shoved her down brutally.
"Aaaiiieeeeeeee!! Ohhhh ... God! God!!" she screamed as the long, slender cock tore through her hymen and brutally penetrated deep into her cunt.
Lifting her hips, the men slammed her down again and again on the long shaft. The girl filled the room with gut-tearing screams as the stabbing cock opened her cunt beyond intended depths.
With the aid of the four men, Mister X reversed positions with the young woman without missing a stroke. Once attaining the male superior position, he started a long-stroking series while two of the men held the girl's legs cocked up in bodily acceptance of his pistoning. Little trickles of blood squished out of her pussy on his upstrokes, alerting the audience to the fact that she was indeed a ravaged virgin.
The girl's screams had died out, and were replaced by a constant moan of despair. Pulling almost out of her bleeding pussy, Mister X short-stroked the frontal regions of her cunt, letting his cock-knob rub briskly against her pearl-pink clitoris. Moments later, the girl was screaming again; only this time in wild sexual abandon as the experienced Negro brought her up to and over the brink of orgasm. The audience applauded their performance excitedly as the black man's body trembled in completion, joining the thrashing pelvis of the no-longer-innocent girl in a nearly simultaneous orgasm. Hugging his sweating head to her heaving breast, the beautiful young woman cried out as his cum spurted into her. Then the spotlight went off the couple. The audience burst into applause. After the applause died down, the announcer began to speak again.
"Now, ladies and gentlemen, we'll get on with the main attraction. Ladies, if you please, get up on the table."
It was time for their performance. Not knowing what to expect, Patty and the cousins climbed up past the folded-over body of the raped girl, walking up a set of stairs. The four men positioned them at intervals on the table, facing them toward the blacked-out audience; then the men left, climbing down from the table and slipping out through the stage door. Nervous and scared, the female trio stared out into the darkness.
CHAPTER TEN
Standing in front of the murmuring audience, Patty was shocked when her male partner reached from behind and pulled her toga up. Cindy and Lois let out sharp gasps as they were also exposed. Out of the corner of her eye, Patty watched another toga-clad man approach from the stage door. He was holding three phallic-looking devices and Patty shuddered, remembering her last episode with a dildo.
The man was soon kneeling in front of her, prying her exposed labia apart. He seemed to be satisified with her wetness. Then he casually inserted one end of a double-ended dildo into her. Looking down in disbelieving shock, Patty saw what appeared to be a cock growing out of her groin, yet she felt like she was pronged by a short, stubby cock at the same time. As she stared, the man secured some leather straps over her hips, letting the toga just barely drape over each side of Patty's newly acquired, seven-inch dildo.
The strange little man with the rubber cocks continued his labors until Cindy and Lois were also equipped with cocks, their cunts plugged with three inches of rubber at the same time.
Patty's partner then walked slowly to the edge of the table and knelt behind Miss Virgin. The strange little man appeared once again with a large jar of salve. Wasting no motion, he graced Miss Virgin's asshole with a glob of salve and stepped back as Patty's partner gripped her hips and rammed his cock into her greased rectum.
No one paid any attention to her wailing and screaming; of interest was the erotic picture of her soft, tender ass being speared while her pussy still trickled cum and blood.
In robot-like fashion, Patty then let the little man guide her into position behind her partner. She stared dumbly as his ass was greased and her hands were placed on his hips, her dildo being seated against the hairy ring. Then she understood her role. Without further guidance, she humped forward, slamming seven inches of unyielding rubber into his ass. .
She knew what to expect when she felt her own ass being greased. She shuddered and let out a loud gasp as her asshole opened and filled with seven inches of Cindy's partner.
Grunts and gasps continued as the remainder of the group became attached to the line. Lois' glee at being the end of this anal daisy-chain soon turned to shock as her own asshole was greased, and Mister X's slender, extremely long cock ripped into her ass.
Mister X's onslaught in Lois' rectum started the chain into motion. Pulling away from the cockhead that seared deep within her rectum, Lois automatically worked her dildo deeper into her partner. In chain-reaction fashion, this process rippled down the eight-person line, terminating with a violent scream from Miss Virgin.
From the shouts and excited movement beyond the floodlights, it was clear that the audience was caught up in the performance.
The tempo of the fucking increased until everyone began to cum. The audience burst into loud applause.
When the applause finally subsided, the announcer again took his place at the microphone.
"I'm glad you've enjoyed tonight's performance. As you know, each of our artists will be placed in separate rooms and will be available for as long as there is a need ... at the usual rate...." y.
Patty could hear no more as they were led through the stage door and down a long corridor with several doors leading off of either side. Patty was assigned to one of the rooms and entered it. Within minutes, her first customer arrived.
In the next two hours, Patty serviced three men and a woman. The woman had been the first to enter and after a sickening episode of letting the middle-aged female lick the cum from her saturated rectum, Patty brought the woman to climax by using the dildo on her cunt. All three of her male customers had preferred assfucking. With her rectum overloaded with cum, and her body scratched and bruised, Patty didn't even bother to move from her kneeling position when another customer entered.
Without looking up,' she said in disgusted resignstion, "I suppose you want to fuck me in the ass, too."
"PATTY!" the voice sounded behind her.
Slowly turning, Patty's face quickly changed from resigned disgust to open horror. Her ass filled with cum, she collapsed on the bed, screaming.
"OH MY GOD-TRAVIS!!"
Tears flooding from her eyes, Patty suddenly leaped from the bed as he approached, grabbed her toga, and dashed out past him.
Not knowing how she got there, Patty found herself in the living room of her apartment. She felt dirty and she was heartbroken. All she could remember was the look on Travis' face. Stripping off the toga she was still wearing, Patty went into the bathroom and cleaned herself of the filth she felt wrapped in. Finished, she went into her bedroom, collapsed on her bed, and cried herself to sleep.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Patty awoke, feeling groggy and listless. Then the memory of what had happened the night before hit her between the eyes. Tears welled up as she remembered the look on Travis' face, knowing he must have been a witness to the lewd performance on the stage. As far as she was concerned, she'd reached the end of the line; she didn't care what she had to do or how she would go about it, but she was finished with Jonas and his filthy schemes. She hoped that she could convince her roommates to do likewise.
Biting her lip in determination, Patty slipped into a robe and padded into Cindy's bedroom. She entered the dimly lit room and found Cindy asleep, completely naked on the bed. She slipped over toward the bed and just as she was about to reach out and shake Cindy, she stepped on something. She looked down and spotted the familiar black case that Jonas carried. Next to it was an empty syringe. Patty bent down and picked the items up. As she was placing them on the night table, she noticed a note written in Cindy's familiar scroll, addressed to her and Lois. Patty picked it up and began reading:
I'm writing this note to the both of you because you're the only people I've ever loved. I can't go on any longer. Last week I found out that I'm pregnant.
Last night's performance is what finally made me decide to do what I'll do as soon as I finish this letter. Patty and Lois, I beg of you-please, please get away from Jonas before he destroys you, too.
Even as I write, the craving is tearing me apart. I've sunk to the bottom ... there's nowhere to go from here. I'm determined to end this life of misery.
Goodbye, my loves, and please forgive me.
Patty dropped the letter to the floor, and rushed over to Cindy. She didn't need to roll her over and look into the glazed, unseeing eyes. Just touching the cold, waxy skin of her roommate was enough to know that Cindy was dead.
Standing back up in shock, Patty's body went rigid and she began screaming hysterically.
Patty's eyes darted around the hospital room. When she found Travis sitting in a chair next to her bed, she started sobbing in shame. His warm smile and the gentle way he was holding her hand only added to her hurt and misery as she slowly recalled everything that had happened. Travis let her sobs subside before he spoke in quiet, soft tones.
"It's all right, Patty. I'm here with you and it's all right, sweetheart."
"How did you ... why did you find me? Oh, Travis ... why didn't you just go away and leave me alone?"
"Sweetheart, I've been searching for you for over a year ... ever since you disappeared from the house that night. You don't think I'd give up after finally finding you, do you?"
"But you've seen what I've become, Travis."
"Patty, what has happened doesn't matter. I don't care and don't want to know about it. I love you, sweetheart. And now that I've found you, I'm taking you home. We'll be married and you can forget all about this past year."
"Oh, Travis! I wish it could be like that, but I can't cheat you out of what you've always expected from me as a wife. I put you off all those years so that I'd be a virgin on our wedding night and now I can't offer you any part of my body that could be considered virgin. That's one of the reasons I left you."
"Yes, I know about that. My father finally confessed his part in your disappearance-and he made sure I knew that you weren't at fault. Patty, it's only fair to tell you that we Beaumonts are a strange lot. After we're married, I'll tell you just how strange. But right now I want to assure you ... nothing that's happened has changed my mind. Believe me, I want you to be my wife."
Patty was discharged from the hospital later that day and Travis took her home. Once they reached the apartment, Patty led Travis directly to her bedroom. Turning around and smiling, she asked him to take her clothes off. Travis undressed her slowly and deliberately, ridding her of her shoes first, then reaching up under her slip and skirt to unfasten her nylons from her garter belt. He peeled down the stockings slowly, rolling them over her shapely legs and slipping them off of her feet. Without exposing her womanhood, he stripped away her garter belt and panties; then he stood up and unbuttoned her tight knit blouse. He let it slip to the floor, his eyes taking in the sight of her breasts, nestled in the laced bodice of her low-cut slip. Because he'd neglected to pack a bra when he'd picked her up earlier in the day, Travis could see her erect nipples peeking out between the lace.
He bent forward and closed his lips softly on the slip where the nipples distorted the smooth material. Patty shuddered and sighed, cradling his head to her breast as he sucked through the garment. Pulling away, Travis unbuttoned her skirt's waistband and unzipped it, letting the skirt fall around her ankles. He dropped to his knees and covered her belly and upper thighs with caresses through the soft slip material as his arms encircled her hips and hugged her.
When she was trembling in expectant excitement, Travis stood up and quickly tore the clothes from his body, revealing his hardon.
"Oh, Travis!" Patty moaned.
Patty got down on her knees and pressed her lips to his cockhead. First kissing it, Patty soon opened her mouth and began to suck. Afraid that she'd finish him off orally, Travis told Patty to stop, then helped her to her feet.
Still wearing the slip, the lacy hem of which barely reached mid-thigh, Patty followed him to the bed. Travis had her sit down on its edge and then dropped to a kneeling position before her. Starting at her feet, Travis kissed his way up her legs. Then he slid his head up under her slip and pushed his mouth against her hairy pussy. As he saturated her cunt with wet kisses and stabs of his tongue, Patty rocked back on her buttocks and hugged his head, locking her legs around him.
Almost bringing her to the point of climax, Travis pulled out from under the slip. Patty pulled him to her in a deep kiss, licking her own juices from his mouth. Pushing her away from his lips, Travis ripped the fragile slip from her body. Once she was completely naked, Travis licked her entire body.
Not remaining idle, Patty joined in with the tongue washing ritual whenever a part of his body came within reach of her lips. She, too, was indiscriminate about what she laved. After fifteen minutes of this, both Patty and Travis were ready for the real thing. Patty offered to take him in the female superior position, but Travis wanted to complete the cycle taught him by his mother and mounted Patty in the old, familiar way.
"Ooohhh, Travis ... baby ... so good...." she moaned as he filled her with cock.
Travis rammed his entire shaft deep into Patty's clutching, tight cunt again and again. He brought her to four orgasms before he spurted his cum into her.
Travis then flopped over onto the mattress beside Patty, breathing heavily. While he relaxed, Patty leaned over his hard, hairy belly and licked his shriveled penis clean. After kissing his balls tenderly, Patty slipped into his arms; they drifted off to sleep.
Deciding to have their wedding in Louisiana, Patty and Travis spent a week together in New York, closing up her apartment.
The last time Patty had seen Lois was the night of the theater performance. She figured out that after finding out about Cindy's suicide, Jonas and Lois probably thought it best to stay clear of the apartment. Not knowing what to do with Lois' personal effects, Patty had them put in storage and left word with the apartment building's manager about where they were located.
Tears were running out. of Patty's eyes as she boarded the jet that would take her to another life. There was nothing in New York to ever bring her back. She held Travis' hand tightly and smiled through her tears, love for her husband-to-be beaming from the depths of her bright green eyes.
